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Thursday, November 28, 2013

An Education in Love | Shara Azod - Adventures in Erotic Literature

Duff has it bad for his son’s first grade teacher. How messed up is that? But the woman is just so full of life and passion, he can’t help but be drawn to her. Giving so much of herself to her students is only one reason the town’s most eligible bachelor is after the chocolate beauty. Duff knows in his heart, this is the woman for him. And he’s out to prove it to her.
Loralei is mostly conservative, reserved in her thoughts and actions. Unfortunately, the sinfully handsome Duff is more than she can resist. She knows it’s probably improper for her to date the father of one of her students, but when she looks in to those mesmerizing green eyes, she’s lost.
Now, if only little Duffie hadn’t mentioned his father intended on marrying Loralei, things might have gone well...

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Destined | Shara Azod - Adventures in Erotic Literature

Love was a dangerous, fanciful thing. Fit for little girls and fairytales. Celestine knew this. She was aware of the fact that the unfocused emotion could distract her from her plans; the path she'd so carefully laid out for herself. Much like the women of her beloved heritage, she had no intention of allowing any man to stop her from becoming mambo asogwe--the high priestess of her people and one of the most powerful ones her familial line has ever seen. But that seems to be the funny thing about plans. They mean absolutely nothing in the face of fate. With All Soul's Day just around the corner Celestine is aiming to purify herself to take the place that she's been so ardently working for--which is an incredibly hard thing to do when you suddenly have an extremely beautiful, extremely pushy, extremely strong-willed Druid King attempting to claim you as his and his alone.

Thursday, October 3, 2013

New Releases this Week!

Available Now from Shara Azod, LLC

Love As Wide As the Atlantic by Neva Lane
The anticipated followup to Prelude to Launch !

***NOTE! This book is NOT a sWet. It is a full novella meant to follow a shorter work.***

Alexia Woods came to know the phrase "stuck between a rock and a hard place" all too well during her college years. The rock? Cody Slater. The hard place? Heath McCormack. As their days slowly dwindled, leading up to graduation Alexia resigned herself to the fact that their oh so manageable relationship wouldn't be oh so manageable anymore and gave her boys a farewell that she believed would last forever, just like her heartbreak from having to say goodbye. So why is it years down the line she finds herself Cody's date to Heath's wedding--a wedding that as far as she's concerned shouldn't be taking place because in her heart of hearts she knows both men belong solely to her? What's a girl to do when her love is not only as wide as the Atlantic but just as deep and tumultuous too?

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When Technical Sergeant Chase Carver loses his best friend and brother in arms he never imagines a greater gain could be waiting just around the corner. At least not until he gets a Christmas card from an unexpected source--the bubbly little daughter of the man his best friend gave his life to protect.

Chase's exchanges with Abigail go on far past Christmas, and lift the seemingly never-ending heaviness that has weighted his heart. It's no exaggeration to say the cards, letters, and care packages saved his life. Then he finds out why his care packages are so well put together.

Abigail's Aunt, Melanie, is staggeringly beautiful and in a bit of a mess, herself. In fact, she seems to be in dire need of a hero. Fortunately, Chase is more than ready to take on the job.

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Starting over is never easy, but sometimes it’s the best way to heal a broken heart.

Maya McCombs thought she had her life planned out—decent guy, a baby on the way and a solid job. That is until her plans blew up. Being single and pregnant isn’t high on her list, but she’s got to survive. No one said surviving meant she’d have to do it alone.

Master Sergeant Levi Court had big plans, too. He followed the woman he loved to a new state and a whole new set of circumstances. Too bad she wasn’t interested in keeping the relationship going. On a whim, he heads to the Dinner Plate Diner. Maya is all he’s ever wanted in a woman. Can he prove to her that two hearts, no matter how broken, can be stronger together?

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Every woman has a fantasy; some illicit, some simple. Lexie Reynolds finds herself dancing a fine line between the two on her fortieth birthday when her friends drag her out to a bar to celebrate. What woman doesn't have a weak spot for good drinks and great music? What woman doesn't have the silent longing to become the focus of two extremely attractive soldiers' attention? And what woman could say no to having the Pandora's box that holds her quiet desires opened?

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Heartwarming sequel to Beauty and the Brawler.

Two months without sex has left Luciano Antonelli on the proverbial edge of sanity. The need for his wife's touch, kiss, and scent wears on him constantly as he gives her body time to heal after the birth of their daughter. And now the night has come where he can finally get his hands, mouth and tongue on her. There seems to be one problem. His bella has the silly idea that his attraction to her has faded due to post baby weight. What Samara clearly doesn't understand is that he loves her--flaws and all. But she will, because he plans on showing her over and over and over again...

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Wednesday, October 2, 2013

New Releases this week from Shara and Friends!

Five fabulously sexy reads!

Watch for them this week a sharaazod.com!

EXCERPT from A Hero to Watch Over Me

by Marteeka Karland

“Melanie?” Chase’s husky whisper washed over her like warm honey. God, she wanted this man. Not just for a night. She wanted the fairytale. Wanted forever. But she’d barely known him a week. It was totally too much to ask.

“Yeah,” she said, rising and crossing to him. “I was just about to get some water. Maybe you could get me some of your mother’s leftover hot chocolate instead?”

His arms slipped around her, pulling her against the warmth of his body. He was shirtless, and the thin sleep pants did very little to hide his growing arousal. A thrill shot through her at the thought. Was it her, or would any woman arouse him? She hoped it was her. He certainly made her mind wander to places it had no business going.

“With pleasure,” he rasped out, pulling her with him into the hallway. Through the den and one kitchen to the second kitchen at the very front of the house, away from the master bedroom and his parents. The implications weren’t lost on Melanie. Was it on purpose?

Once a cup of chocolate was in the microwave, Chase backed her up against the counter, caging her in. One hand slid up her hip to her waist, while the other cupped her face. His hands were so big—his body as well. Muscles clenched and flexed when her hands slid up his chest seemingly on their own. Melanie certainly didn’t remember making a conscious decision to cop a feel.

His mouth at her ear, he said, “I was thinking, I believe everyone had a grand time today.”

“We certainly did. Thank you for the wonderful memory. Neither of us will ever forget it, Chase.” It was true. The day had been so special to her that even the awful way Dan had showed up and done so much damage to her car hadn’t completely ruined it for her.

“Good. But, you should know, I’m a mercenary at heart. I expect payment from you.”

Had she not felt him smiling at her cheek, Melanie might have slapped the turd-head, but something made her say, “Oh? What’s my tab, then?”

“A kiss.” Was his voice deeper? More husky sounding? His cock was certainly throbbing against her where he seemed helpless to hold himself away from her. Not that she minded. It was thrilling to know she could do this to a man like him.

“Hmmm...” She tried to sound like she was thinking it over, but knew she’d give it up. A kiss or anything else he wanted. “You drive a hard bargain. Had I known the price was so steep, I might have declined your invitation.”

His rumbling chuckle was the last thing she remembered before he turned her face up to him, threading his fingers through her hair to hold her still for his kiss.

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Saturday, August 24, 2013

New sWets!!

New sWets from Shara Azod, LLC!

Boss Lady

by Shara Azod and Marteeka Karland

"I'm very serious about this. I will not have my company run into the ground because you don't get my products where they need to be when they need to be there."

"Anyone who says that's happening is a goddamned liar." Voice low and deadly, Victor rose from his chair slowly, deliberately. "Perhaps if you crawled up Diane's ass like you have mine, she'd get things moving better in production."

"I could just scratch your eyes out instead. Maybe then you'd learn some respect." Anger dripped from her every word, though she spoke quietly, almost matter-of-factly.

"You're welcome to try." This was getting out of hand quickly, but damned if he wasn’t having fun. Watching her get all pissy was...hot. Her chest heaved, her nostrils flaring just a touch. Even with those lips pursed together they looked lush and eminently kissable.

For several moments, neither of them moved, staring each other down. Amazingly, Victor found himself harder than ever. There was just something about the little sexpot he couldn't resist. The more she fought him, the more she railed at him, the more he wanted to bend her over his knee, pull up her tight little skirt, paddle her ass until it glowed, then fuck her into oblivion. That image didn't help his condition even a little.

You're welcome to try...

Yeah. A confrontation was a long time coming. Just not the way she was probably expecting.

Victor moved around his desk quickly, grinning in satisfaction when she took a step back before catching herself, holding her ground.

“You wouldn’t dare...”

“Dare what?” he growled as he advanced. “Dare to pull up that conservative little skirt that is probably hiding wicked underwear? Dare pull you over my knee? Dare to spank that full, round ass of yours until you beg me to take you?”

Push My Buttons

by Janet Eckford

Esmé bit her lip to keep from talking, and was momentarily horrified to notice she was waving her hands about in a similar manner she often criticized her sister Cara for doing. She’d tried over the years to convey to her sister it didn’t emulate confidence and control, but staring at the man in front of her, words had seemed to escape her, and her hands were the only things capable of expressing her thoughts.

“Oh! Well this really is the best place in L.A.” he paused and stuck his hand out to shake hers, “I’m Davor, by the way.”

She was operating on autopilot as she shook his hand, continuing to stare in amazement. It was taking her mind some time to reconcile the mundane conversation being delivered in a voice that by its sound alone, caused her hindbrain to perk up at the warning of danger. His grip swallowed her much smaller hand, but his gentle handling of her continued to dismantle stereotypes she’d formed.

“Esmé,” she replied, feeling her face heat at the look of pleasure he received at receiving her name.

She initially planned to give a fake name tonight. She promised Gemma she’d be open-minded, but there was no way she wanted anything to tie her back to this place once she was done. The shock of her honest reply was derailed at the feel of his thumb gently rubbing the top of her hand.

“Beautiful name.”

He continued to hold her hand in his large palm. His nails were short, clean, and well-kept, but they didn’t have the manicured veneer she usually looked for in men. She could tell by the rough texture of his skin that he worked with his hands, and the thought of him laboring under a hot sun suddenly made her feel hot and bothered. It was her turn to respond, to volley back the conversational ball, but she was too entranced with watching him turn her hand over in his and explore the texture of her fingers. Esmé noticed that his lightly tanned skin contrasted with her own nut-brown complexion, but it wasn’t as stark as she would have expected.

“You’re really soft,” he whispered reverently.

Esmé shivered again, and this time instead of asking if she were cold, Davor smiled knowingly. It was one of the sexist looks she’d ever seen on a man. At the sound of his statement her breathing became exhilarated , and the more critical part of her brain that had momentarily gone on hiatus at the sight of such a rugged man, chastised her for panting. She was going to internalize her critical voice, turn away from the soft caress of rough fingers on soft skin, but the words of the fortune teller flashed like a bolt of lightning through her brain. She wasn’t controlled by her past.

“Very,” she replied with a smile and a wink before she pulled him down for a kiss.

You've Got the Look

by Megan Slayer

Billy stared at her. He'd heard of her legendary appetite for her costars. Did she want him? God knew he wanted her. He’d walked into the room with a damned hard on. Just thinking about Drea O’Neal kicked his blood pressure to the ceiling. He leaned on the doorframe of her dressing room. She hadn’t answered him yet—not in words—but the hunger in her eyes was undeniable.

“Do you have a problem with the lighting? I can change it to flatter your,” he swept his gaze over her body, “curves.” The robe obscured his view and he yearned to shove the damned thing out of the way. He refrained. Part of what he liked about Drea was definitely her looks, but the bigger part was the way she took control. He wanted her to pick him for her next conquest.

Drea stepped forward and hooked her fingers in the waistband of his jeans. She tugged him into the dressing room.

“You know what I want.” She nudged him onto her couch, then clicked the lock on the door. “You.” She raked her fingers down her chest to the knot in her robe, then untied the pesky sash. The deep blue satin slipped off her shoulders, revealing her ample curves inch by inch. “I want you to make me come three times before the shoot starts. Think you can manage? Or am I too much woman for you?”

“I’ll give you my best try.” His mouth watered. He’d seen plenty of her pictures and had a collection of her work on his computer, but none of that held a candle to the real woman. The cups of her corset top barely contained her breasts and the round outline of her nipples showed just below the lace. She strode toward him on spindly high heels, then settled on his lap. Oh Christ.

Love As Wide As The Atlantic

Hello,” his voice was gruffer than she remembered. She felt that familiar clench and pulse of her pussy walls when she heard his voice.

“Hello Cody,” she said after clearing her throat.

“Alexia,” the tension in his voice was evident to her, she could almost see him with his lips pursed into a line, and his eyes were probably a darker hue than their normal gray color.

“Yes, it’s me.” It was hard not to mentally kick herself. Why had she dialed? Drunk dialing never got anyone anywhere, and now here she sat with Cody on the other end of dead air. She had nothing to say.

“I’m not taking no for an answer, if that is why you are calling.” Cody’s terse response made her lips crack into a half-hearted smile.

“Honestly Cody, I don’t know why I’m calling. I got out the shower and before I knew it, I was dialing.” She twirled a finger in her natural locks, trying to get a handle of all the things that she wanted to say and all the things that she couldn’t say.

“I know why you called. You missed me.” His voice turned husky, and she could almost see him in her mind’s eye, putting his arm behind his head as he reclined. God, why did she know him so well? And in knowing him so well, why wasn’t this conversation easier?

Sighing, she realized there wasn’t a point of half-heartedly denying what they both knew.

“Yes, I did miss you, still miss you.”
“Then why seven years, Alexia? Didn’t you realize it in the first year that what we amazing?”

“‘Have’? Cody it’s ‘had’, and I’m not saying it wasn’t the most amazing spectacular, fantastic time of my life, but come on, we’ve had this talk. None of us would have become what we were meant to become.”

“And what if what we were meant to become one?” Cody’s voice dropped an octave. When did he become even manlier? Perhaps it was a thirty thing, but Cody had never sounded so sure of himself, not the way he did now. It was sexy as hell and just as scary.

“Cody, we moved as a unit, as one, but that was a long time ago. We’ve grown up, don’t you think?”

“Oh, I know that I’ve grown, Alexia, and I’m quite excited to see how you have grown. Thank you for the reminder, but I remember all too well how we moved as a unit, as one, or have you forgotten?”

Unfinished Business

by Alice Duval

In the midst of trying to reform the string of last night’s events, he heard the humming of his phone, vibrating along the nightstand’s wooden surface. He lumbered back to the bedroom. A local number. It was too early for nonsense from his crew of friends. Deciding to answer, Keith lowered his voice and his growing aggravation.

After all, it could be his mom on the other end.

“Yeah?” He realized suddenly he didn’t have any clothes on. What the hell happened last night?

“Keith Brunson?” a husky, sultry voice questioned.

“Yeah.” Keith frowned. So not what or who he expected. Part of him had expected the smooth, sexy, throaty husk of a woman that kept slipping into his memory and disappearing just as quickly. Telemarketers got on his nerves.

“Who the hell is this?” Keith sat down on the bed’s edge. His ankles had bruises around them. It must’ve been some damn party.

He didn’t like not knowing. It irked him like a thousand pins poking in unison. As a private detective for Stevens & Eaton, he enjoyed, hell, made a living out of knowing other people’s business. So the blank spots in his mind where last night’s memories should be annoyed him something fierce.

“I’m hanging up.” Keith didn’t do heavy breathing or time wasting. He had to retrace last night’s events, starting with the hotel room’s name and to whom it was registered.

“Don’t. Come to room 2605.”

“Why?” Keith demanded, but the caller had already hung up.

He glared at the phone, demanding it to tell him something, anything, more. When he closed his eyes, he saw bits of the woman, dark hair, brilliant green eyes, and skin so soft it made his cock hard just thinking about it. So why couldn’t he remember her name?