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Wednesday, November 18, 2020

Garnish with a Candy Cane by Nikki Belaire

Title: Garnish with a Candy Cane
Author: Nikki Belaire
Genre: Christmas Mafia Novella
Release Date: November 1, 2020


Deals made when you're drunk don't count, right?

Wrong. At least according to mob boss Duke Toscani. Our alcohol-induced agreement is simple – He's mine and I'm his.

What he doesn't realize though is I'm a package deal. My grandmother took care of me when I was orphaned, and now it's my turn to take care of her. Even if I have to work three jobs and skip a few meals and good nights' sleep to do it. She may believe in Christmas miracles, but I'll need a lot more than Santa's elves to save me from the man on the very top of the naughty list.

Author’s note: Garnish with a Candy Cane is fun, funny, and completely safe, if not totally sane standalone novella. Celebrate the holiday season with a guaranteed happily ever after romance.







My good mood instantly dissipates when I enter the building. Some asshole leans too damn close to Noelle, staring at her instead of the monitor as she points out something on her screen.

I’m not into men but even I know he’s attractive. Tall and tatted with that silver fox, daddy vibe going on that girls like, especially ones who have lost their parents and need someone to take care of them. Like this bastard seems to have figured out with Noelle. Motherfucker wants my Duchess. “Don’t think I won’t kill you if you don’t get the fuck away from her.”

I thrive on the terror blanching his face from my threat, and he jerks back from the counter, and most importantly, from my girl. Who unsurprisingly shoots up from her chair, horror bursting on her face from my fury.

“Whoa.” His palms fly up in quick surrender. He’s a pansy ass coward, but at least smart enough not to challenge me. “I just wanted to order–”

“I don’t give a fuck what you wanted. Leave or die, your choice.”

With fear rolling through his body, he shakes his head and hustles past me. Two seconds later the bell jingles before the door slams shut. Her gaze follows his path until slowly returning her huge eyes to meet mine.

“What in the world are you doing?”

She sounds absurdly shocked. As if she doesn’t understand what happened. As if she doesn’t realize what’s happening between us. “He was ogling you.”

“He was ordering a cake for his work!”

I stare at her in awe when I realize she genuinely believes the bullshit she’s spouting to me. I love my sweet naïve Duchess. She really has no idea how fucking magnificent she is. “Bullshit. No man orders a cake for his work.”

All rowdy with her little fists on her hips as she stares up at me. I like when she challenges me.

“You don’t know that.”

“I do know that. Men do everything for two reasons – money or women. He was pretending to care about icing flavors when he really wanted to devour you. When I walked in here, he was looking down your dress instead of at the pictures on your computer. He didn’t give a fuck about getting anything but you.”

Her head falls forward studying her neckline before her trembling hand pushes the gaping material flat against her chest. Shame floods her expression when she looks up again with the realization he could see the curves of her luscious tits peeking out of her bra. She stares at me, examining me to search for honesty or insanity or rationality. Finding all three, she shakes her head. “You are unbelievable.”








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Monday, August 24, 2020

Blow: A Naughty Novella (Suck, Bang, & Blow, #3) by Nikki Belaire




Title: Blow: A Naughty Novella
Series: Suck, Bang, & Blow #3
Author: Nikki Belaire
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 20, 2020



Blurb

Who wears white capri pants and a floral cardigan to a strip club owned by one of the most dangerous mob bosses in the world?

Only Tulip Rose, the home-schooled, flower shop managing, sheltered virgin who wants to save her brother after he takes a loan he can’t pay back. She begs me to let her wash dishes or mop floors to work off his debt, but I’ve got an even better job in mind for my sweet little petal.

Author’s note: Blow is short, sweet, and dirty, filled with all the best parts of a romance for a fun ninety-minute read. No triggers or cliffhangers and a guaranteed happily ever after.




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Excerpt

She fiddles with the wide belt and keeps her gaze down, hiding from me. “When Stephen and I were sitting at the bar working yesterday, I heard the girls talking about giving lap dances and blow jobs for thousands of dollars. Is that something–”

My mobile hits the floor, and I’m on her before I even realize I’ve taken her down. Body checking her to the sofa in the small sitting area, pinning her to the cushion as I growl at her. “Don’t even fucking think about it.”

Breathless and shocked, she lies still as a statue beneath me. “Think about what?”

Of its own volition, my hand finds its way to her throat and her racing pulse throbs against my palm as I squeeze her into submission. “Trying to earn money like that.”

Her head shakes as her eyes widen in surprise. “I wasn’t. I would never–”

“That’s right. You will never fucking put your mouth or your body on anyone but me.”

“That’s…”

I loosen my grip around her willowy neck so she manage more than just a whisper. “What?”

“That’s what I wanted to ask you…because I was wondering…if you like those too.”

Jesus. “You want to give me a blow job?”

“I don’t know. I was just kind of curious, and you’ve done things before…and I haven’t....”

Things. My innocent virgin wants to explore with me. Almost as much as I want to teach her.

"I mean I don’t even understand why they call it a blow job.”

Every second I spend with her just gets better and better. I’m so hard for her my entire body hurts, and I know she feels my desire too with me lying on top of her. I slide back and clutch her hand, lifting her to a sitting position next to me. My erection almost busts through the gray material, and I have no choice but to shove down my waistband and release my cock from the barrier.

Plump satin lips purse together as she leans toward me, and she blows out a few puffs of air against the head, already glistening with thick white droplets in the slit.

She frowns and shakes her head. “Well that can’t be right.”

Uncertain if I should laugh or beg, I decide tact is a better option in this situation. She’s being brave and I’m sure as hell not going to shut her down or disparage her efforts. “It’s not but that’s okay.”

Huge brown eyes meet mine when she looks up. Imploring me to help her understand. “Then what?”

“Do you really want to know?”

Lust flames in her eyes as she scrutinizes me. Determining if I’m the one for her to test her skills, even though that’s already been decided because no other man touches what’s mine.

“Yes.”



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Nikki writes contemporary romantic thrillers and admits to a weakness for bad boys, especially ones who can't live without the strong women they love. She spends more time in her characters' lives than her own. But, when she's in the real world, her passions include reading, wine appreciating, running, and spending time with her husband and daughter.


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Monday, July 20, 2020

Bang: A Naughty Novella (Suck, Bang, & Blow, #2) by Nikki Belaire




Title: Bang: A Naughty Novella
Series: Suck, Bang, & Blow #2
Author: Nikki Belaire
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 16, 2020



Blurb

Theirs is a love story as old as time: He catches sight of her, instantly smitten, and steals her away, spoiling her into submissiveness until they settle into a perfect life of continuous sexy times. (Seriously, they f*ck a lot – not sure how anyone gets anything done.)

After a few years, the shine on their happily ever after begins to tarnish. Beck doesn’t understand why his baby girl, his wisp, his whole damn universe wants to break his chains of love. Eden can’t understand why her overprotective possessive obsessive mob boss husband refuses to allow her to leave her mansion prison just to have some fun with the girls.

After a little bit of tears and a whole lot of bedroom fun, Beck agrees to a night out. But will the happy be restored to their happily ever after? Or will they realize what they’ve been missing hiding out from the rest of the world?

Author’s note: Bang is short, sweet, and dirty, filled with all the best parts of a romance for a fun ninety-minute read. No triggers or cliffhangers and a guaranteed happily ever after.




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Excerpt
(HOT/NSFW)

Fuck, life doesn’t get any better than this.
The most spectacular woman in the damn world bares herself to me on her knees with my cock deep in her supple mouth. I treat my queen with the respect she deserves and control my thrusts to keep from choking her despite how much I want to. She fucking trusts me, and I refuse to ruin her faith in me by acting like even more of a bastard than I already do. Seeming to sense my restraint, she relaxes completely and my dick delves as far as it's ever gone in her throat. When she squeezes the rest that won’t fit and then scrapes her fingernails on my throbbing balls, I almost come against her tonsils. “You have the most amazing mouth, baby girl.”
A gurgle of approval answers me back. My wife knows how much I fucking worship her but fuck if I don’t love telling her again and again. “And those magnificent tits. Fuck me if they’re not glorious while they bounce from me fucking you.”
Her moan reminds me they need attention again too. “And that sweet, sweet pussy just drips such perfect honey when I eat it out.”
The suction on my shaft tightens from my approval, and I can’t hold on much longer. When her teeth scrape backward for the entire length and down again, I twist her hair around my fist and plunge all the way in while my body jerks in anticipation.
“Don’t swallow.”
She nods as best she can with her dainty mouth stuffed full of my cock. I thrust a few more times, and she must realize I’m getting ready to blow and deep throats me one last time. God fucking damn. I adore this woman.
I twitch from the sensation and then still, roaring out my release with my dick and my mouth, uttering every curse word known to man as I empty myself between her willing lips. Driving a few more times until every drop is wrung from me, I pull back slowly, enjoying the last few seconds and burning the image in my mind to remember today. Unable to hold back my grin from the secret only I know - my wife’s a dirty girl behind her innocent demeanor. “Show me.”
Her delicate pink tongue slips past her teeth, and she holds my come like an offering. I stroke her cheek in gratitude. Well aware praising her makes her blush as well as wet. “Good girl.”
Unable to speak, she blinks several times with her thick long lashes brushing her rosy cheeks. I slide my finger through the thick fluid and swirl some on her nipples, hard as diamonds from pleasing her husband. She moans around her occupied tongue, and I circle a few more times and then tweak the taut skin. Anointing her like a priest would his perfect obedient lamb. “These are mine. These belong to me.”
She nods in agreement. Hooded eyes follow my finger as I skim over her breasts and up her neck to her face. I dip inside her mouth again and swirl through the salty cream. Bending at the waist, I suck the side of her slender throat while my hand glides between her legs. Her thighs tremble as I swipe through her drenched lips. Caressing them over and over until I reach her clit. Needy and pulsing, the silky bundle swells more from my touch. “This is mine. This belongs to me.”
Another throaty groan responds with her thrusting forward. Trying to earn more of my touch. More of her reward. More of our connection. “Does my wife need her husband to fuck her before he takes her out?”
The urgent whimper proves how submissive she remains, keeping my come safe until I tell her otherwise. With my free hand, I swipe the last of my release from her mouth and move to her ass using the slime as lube. Breaching her tight little hole with my fingertip, while I tease her pussy until she cries out and her forehead collapses against my hip. But I’m not finished with her yet.
I still owe her a good fuck before we spend the day with our son. “This is going to be quick because we’re running out of time but I’ll make it up to you tonight.”



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Nikki writes contemporary romantic thrillers and admits to a weakness for bad boys, especially ones who can't live without the strong women they love. She spends more time in her characters' lives than her own. But, when she's in the real world, her passions include reading, wine appreciating, running, and spending time with her husband and daughter.


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Monday, June 22, 2020

Suck: A Naughty Novella (Suck, Bang, & Blow, #1) by Nikki Belaire




Title: Suck: A Naughty Novella
Series: Suck, Bang, & Blow #1
Author: Nikki Belaire
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 18, 2020



Blurb

Reece Diavolo. They call him The Devil behind his back, and when the vicious mob boss sees the bride at his cousin’s wedding he decides there won’t be a marriage after all that day…because now she belongs to him.

Macy Shaw. They call her The Mouse to her face, and when the goodest of good girls learns her blackmailing fiancé has disappeared she’s relieved…until she realizes her savior is even more dangerous than the groom.

Author’s note: Suck is short, sweet, and dirty, filled with all the best parts of a romance for a fun two-hour read. No triggers or cliffhangers and a guaranteed happily ever after.




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Excerpt

Blowing out a deep breath, I swipe my ripped thong and shredded thigh highs off the floor and race back to the bathroom, shoving them into the trashcan under the sink. Too bad the dress won’t fit in the bin too, but I can’t leave the gown behind either. That would be too tacky. I slowly twist the knob, peeking out into the hallway. Unsure if I’m relieved or disappointed the corridor is empty, I shake my head. Trying and failing to mute the emotions swirling in my brain as I tiptoe across the black hardwood. I don’t know why I’m trying so hard to be quiet but silence seems appropriate. I grab the monstrosity and my heels off the living room carpet and sweep toward the door. Only about twenty feet and I’ll be outside. Maybe one of the guards I saw last night will loan me his phone to call an Uber and I can go somewhere that’s not here.
“Good morning angel.”
Reece leans against the counter with a coffee mug in one hand, watching me with considerable amusement. He’s panty-wetting gorgeous, if I was wearing any, with the wicked grin lighting up his handsome face. He looks like a model posing for a photo shoot, and every single woman I know would buy whatever it is he’s selling no matter how much it costs. I avert my eyes to keep from staring at his broad chest or the six pack resting so sleek and defined above his gray sweat pants.
“Good morning.” I tug against my improvised dress. “I hope it’s okay I’m borrowing your shirt. I promise to return it. I’ll wash–”
“Where are you going?”
I grin too. Casual and carefree. Saving my meltdown for later. When I’m home alone. Although I’m not sure right at this exact moment where home actually is. “Walk of shame. Isn’t that what you do after a one-night stand?”
Something shifts in his stance and his expression. A hardness that makes me shiver. The satin fabric rustles from my shaking arms, and I resist the urge to step back when all I want to do is step closer. Yet in another instance the irritation is gone and he smirks. “Because you know so much how one night stands work?”
He’s teasing. But my cheeks flame hot anyway. Yes, I’m a stupid, inexperienced virgin who let booze and humiliation and desire cloud her judgment. But I boss up and accept my mistakes. Move on without regret or request anything more from him. “Thanks for everything. Really. You were great when I needed a friend and I–”
“What are you going to do with that?”
Ignoring my awkward attempt to convey gratitude, he nods toward the gown draped over my arm.
“Burn it.”
Damn. I shouldn’t have blurted out something so childish and immature. Yet, all he does is nod. Seeming to wholeheartedly approve of my idea.
“My thoughts exactly.”
The clink of his cup against the granite countertop sounds as harsh as my breath when he holds out his hand. Uncertain what he wants—what to do—so I just stare. He just frowns, mad at me, but I’m not sure why.



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Author Bio


Nikki writes contemporary romantic thrillers and admits to a weakness for bad boys, especially ones who can't live without the strong women they love. She spends more time in her characters' lives than her own. But, when she's in the real world, her passions include reading, wine appreciating, running, and spending time with her husband and daughter.


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Monday, September 30, 2019

Another Round by Nikki Belaire




Title: Another Round
Author: Nikki Belaire
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 30, 2019



Blurb

She knows I would die for her. Even if her father is the one who wants me dead.

A call I don’t expect. A job I don’t want. A hassle I don’t need. I’d protected his wife a long time ago, and now the notorious mob boss wants me to keep his daughter safe. I resist the tempting and troublesome mafia princess for as long as I can, but once I take her, there’s no going back, no giving her back. She thinks what we have between us is just a fling, but I know we’re forever. Regardless of what she says or her dad orders. 

Another Round is a friends-to-lovers, older man/younger woman mafia romance and touches on sensitive topics. Reader discretion advised. No cheating or cliffhanger.







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I lead her to the stool where I normally serve her dinner. She climbs up and slides her pert arse across the wood. Crossing her gorgeous legs out of habit. That tempt me more than ever knowing how close I came to having some other bastard touch them.

She takes in the mess on the floor behind me. Anxiety drawing down her face as she peruses the damage. “What happened?”

My palm cups her cheek to turn her back to face me. The only thing I give a damn about is settling things between us. Setting her straight about other men. Or the lack there of going forward. “I dropped it.”

“Andy?”

Now she knows I’m the one who’s lying. Silky hair brushing across my forearm as she tilts her head in worry and disbelief. Making the cords tighten from her concern over my stuff. Over my anger. Over me.

I place my fists on each side of the counter behind her. Locking her in place. Trapping her between my arms. Applying old interrogation methods she won’t be able to fight. “Who was that guy?”

She swallows and licks her lips. Responding to the demand pulsing in my tone.

“Josh. Lauren’s engaged to his older brother Logan.”

Tension surges between us from the proximity of our bodies. From her squirming in her seat. From her looking up at me with no way out from under my gaze. “Are you going to go out with him?”

Never fucking happening but I want to know what she intends. What she mistakenly believes I’m going to allow her to get away with.

“We just met.”

I don’t fall for her dismissive tone. As if the idea is preposterous. As if she’s never considered the possibility. As if I have nothing to be concerned about. “Are you going to go out with him?”

My voice is low, hard, almost unrecognizable even to myself with a possessiveness I’ve never heard. I’ve never experienced until now.

“Lauren is trying to fix us up. A double date. She thinks–”

“What do you think?”

She shivers when I lean closer. My nose nudging her hair out of the way while my lips brush over her ear. A shuddering breath blows against my cheek and fireworks explode across my skin when her hand curls over my opposite shoulder. Steadying herself from me engulfing her.

“He’s n-nice. He’s easy to talk to.”

“Of course he is. He wants to fuck you.”

“That’s all you think I am?” My accusation enrages her, and she twists to the side, trying to face me again. Too small to be at eye level she stares up at me with all the bravado she can muster, leveling me with her disgust. Before I got sympathy and compassion. Now I get unadulterated fury. She’s pissed as hell at me. Almost as much as I am at her. “That’s all you think anyone would ever want from me?”

What she lacks in size she makes up for in rage. Shredding me to the core with the pain in her wracked body. The mafia princess in her full glory as she rolls back her shoulders and gives me a hard shove. “Get the fuck off me!”

Fuck that. My hands encircle her wrists, and I diminish my force to ensure I don’t crush the fine bones under my fingers. “I’m not finished talking to you.”

“Well I’m finished with you. I’m tired of being humiliated. Now let me go!”

The agony in her voice slices through me, and I still. Shocked by her allegation. I’m hung over and my damn head’s spinning from booze and lust, but I know I can’t be hearing her right. “I may have fucked up more times than I can count, but I know I’ve never humiliated you.”

Straining against my grip, she keeps fighting for me to release her. Which will never happen. “That’s all you ever do.”

“Trouble, you’re going to have to explain it to me because I’m totally confused.”

Misery surges in me with the loss of her gaze. Unwilling to look at me. Her shoulders drooping as much as her fire fades. “When I held your hand you couldn’t get me off of you fast enough. And when I kissed you, you rolled away. It’s embarrassing that you don’t want me.”

No one has ever been more wrong than her in this moment. “Look down.” She draws in a shaky breath from the huskiness of my voice. From the need in my eyes and my touch and my body. “Look down at my cock and see how much I want you.”

Her forehead brushes my chin, and I breathe deep, relishing the enticing scent of her flowery shampoo with the top of her head near my lips as we stare at my dick bulging in my pants of its own volition. “I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you.”

“Then why do you keep rejecting me?”

“Because I’m an idiot.”

Once again I fuck up and have no choice but to let her go. Instantly, her arms cross over her chest in protection of her wounded heart. She still refuses to look at me. I force her to, sliding my fingers under her chin and lifting her exquisite face to mine. “If things were different I’d make you mine.”

“I want to be yours.”

Fuck. She is killing me. “You know that can’t happen.”






Author Bio


Nikki writes contemporary romantic thrillers and admits to a weakness for bad boys, especially ones who can't live without the strong women they love. She spends more time in her characters' lives than her own. But, when she's in the real world, her passions include reading, wine appreciating, running, and spending time with her husband and daughter.


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