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346 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 31, 2016


“Arrogant smirk, cocky eyebrow raise, lifting an entire bottle of expensive champagne? Down to the very marrow of your bones.” The words are barely out of my mouth before his hand shifts from my nape to my throat. His thumb presses under the hinge of my jaw, and my mouth drops open. “And you fucking love it.”
My pleading little gasp confirms his bold statement. He tilts his head down and bites my lower lip, hard enough to sting, followed by my upper lip, just as hard. Then he turns my head and scrapes the sharp edge of his five o’clock shadow over the sensitive corner of my mouth. “Is this what you want?” he murmurs. The words blend into the air, liquid, humid, the molecules vibrating at his voice. “Yes,” I say, dizzy.
“Are we amusing?” he asks.
“A little.” I explain my ridiculous thought process to him, because I am already naked and sitting on his cock. Maintaining dignity went winging into the hedgerows some time ago.
“Of course,” he says in his most thoughtful British schoolboy demeanor. “But it’s rather more fun to have someone else ring it for you. To your satisfaction.”
The branches and twigs catch at my hair, my bared arms and shoulders, but fighting them back and shoving through feels good, right. The path opens into a little orchard, where apple trees bend under the weight of the season’s first fruit. The air is sweet, redolent with the juices straining at their skins. I can hear music and laughter. I reach out, pluck a ripe apple, then another, from a branch that bends and snaps back when the fruit comes free, and bite into one. The juice runs down my chin, tart, sticky, delicious.
Bette waited a second or two, wondering if he was sleep-talking. “What, love?”
“I didn’t think you’d let me inside you.” Damian looked at her.
“How could you want that?”
“Because,” he said, “if you
Really what I was doing was beta-testing my new app. The Devil’s Doorbell.
“You’re beautiful.” He shifted so that his hands slid beneath my shirt and up until he cupped my breasts. “I wish we had more time. I would stretch you out on my bed and lick every inch of your body. I’d suck your toes. Lick your ass. Fuck you until you begged me to make you come.”
Shit. “Consider this a job interview then.”
“Challenge accepted.” He pinched my nipples.
We both took the last sips of our champagne and Cybelle said, “Let’s go to dinner and you can ask me anything. Details. All that. Then after tonight, you do not ask me anything. Ça va?”
“I do speak a little French, so, yes, ça va.”
“You will be fluent in French by the end of the month.
I smiled and I could see how much it pleased her and fuck-fuck-fuck I wanted this woman to be pleased. Like crazy. Like in my heart. No! Fuck no-fuck-no-fuck-no! I felt it like a slow coil in my chest, unraveling to lure me in and then snap violently at some point in the future. This woman could so easily work her way into my heart, and that was best avoided. Hearts were very tricky beasts.
The waiter returned with the wine and made quick work of uncorking it and pouring a splash for Cybelle to approve—which she did with the hottest moan of pleasure I had ever heard. The way her violet eyes darkened when she smelled the wine, and then the flush of pleasure when she had the first taste. Holy hell this women was a sensual master. Mistress, I corrected myself, with a little smile.
Oh God. I was pretty sure there was going to be a wet stain on the banquette when I got up…from how turned on I was with all her talk of access and expectations and availability. My insides melted around the words completely. I must’ve sighed aloud because she set her fork down, dabbed at each corner of her mouth, and turned to look at me.
Then she leaned in and licked from the base of my neck to the edge of my lip, with the very tip of her tongue, and I felt moist pleasure slipping down the inside of my thigh, and then—finally—Cybelle’s mouth was on mine and I was hooked into her like a wild electrical cord that finally finds its current. The power that flowed between us had me grasping desperately for her, to hold-hold-hold lest I fly off into some vast dark abyss that surrounded us.
“Come now, sweet William, and let me see your cock.” He hummed his agreement and began to undo the buttons of his jeans until his thick cock sprang free, and we both moaned. “Do you have condoms?” I asked. “Of course,” he said easily, pulling a foil packet out of his pocket. He stood there patiently, in T-shirt and unfastened jeans, barefoot, with his cock just…there.

"Take off your shirt," I said between biting kisses of his lips.
"This is…this is about you. You and some good screams."
I laughed. Sweet guy. "You without a shirt is very much for me."

“The thing about a one-time thing is that sometimes it happens twice. Or several times. Because you liked something far more than you anticipated, and want to do it again.”
“What’s your name?”
“Shona. You?”
“Kevin.”
“Nice to meet you. Get on your knees, Kevin.”
“My pain was attracted to his pain. And maybe some part of me wanted to heal him with my magic vagina or the power of a blow job or some shit.”








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THE DEVIL'S DOORBELL anthology is comprised of short stories from several amazing Erotic Romance authors. It's very rare to have a book contain so many great authors working together like this so it's a real treat. Although the writing styles are very different from story to story, they are all good in their own ways.
I've read all of these authors except for Megan Mulry and Molly O'Keefe but they are both authors who have been on my list to read for forever. So this was the perfect chance to try their stories out.
All of these stories are smokin' hot and deal with sexual empowerment. It's so very interesting to see each author's take on the theme and see what kind of stories they can come up with. While I enjoyed all of the stories in this anthology, I was most intrigued by Jeffe Kennedy's story and Anne Calhoun's. That's not to say that the others were not up to par, but Kennedy's story was a taste of something different. While a little predictable, I really liked the idea of the story. The same goes with Calhoun, who I think is one of the best Erotic Romance authors out there. There's a touch of roughness in her story that I think is a great juxtaposition to her more proper characters.
So if you're in the mood to spice things up, all you need to do is pick up this anthology and get ready for a fun-filled ride!
*ARC provided by author
Reviewed by Annie
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