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EROTIC SUSPENSE SNEAK PEEK:  Woman Named Red by Stasia Black

4/20/2017

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Woman Named Red by Stasia Black is a new sizzlin’ hot, erotic suspense from Stasia Black.  Read and exclusive excerpt & grab your $0.99 copy of this NEW RELEASE! 

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I sit on a plush chair with a club soda in my hand, back ramrod straight, and stare at the man I love while he destroys me.
“So, while I do love social calls,” Kennedy says, calmly looking around at the three investors he’s called together to the back room of his restaurant. “I know your time is money. And that’s why I asked you here. You might have heard I’m putting together a group to buy The Sutler hotel.” Kennedy stands up as he continues outlining the deal. He walks the short distance to where I’m sitting.
He comes to a stop in front of me and holds out a hand. He’s still talking to the men, but he smiles down at me. But there’s something off about the smile.
Way off.
The glint in his eyes is hard. Almost cruel.
Whatever he brought me here for, it’s about to play out.
If I let it.
How did we get here? None of this was supposed to happen. I was never supposed to get in this deep. I was certainly never supposed to fall in love.
Kennedy keeps his hand outstretched to me, unmoving. He’s waiting for me to take it. To partner with him in this game of cruel intentions.
I stare up at him. Just days ago this man told me he loved me in the most tender of voices. His eyes had been so open. His soul bared.
But now? Now he looks ruthless, through and through. Over the last month, I’ve wanted to pretend he wasn’t the monster I long thought him to be.
God, I see it now. I see it all so clearly.
I take Kennedy’s hand and pull myself up to standing. This goddamn bastard. He wants to punish me? I’ll take whatever game he wants to play and dish it back three times as hard.
He wouldn’t even let me explain. He wouldn’t listen to a single word from me. After everything he did, after every benefit of the doubt I gave him.
I stand in front of him and glare him down, just as hard and furious as he is.
His sales pitch falters and I arch an eyebrow in challenge. He swallows hard and then his eyebrows furrow. He walks around me until he’s standing at my back.
It takes all my presence of mind, but I don’t look over my shoulder at him. I stare straight ahead.
And so I’m completely unprepared when he reaches around to the front of my dress, grabs it at the center of the bodice, and tears it down the middle.
I gasp in shock but then try to stifle my reaction. My eyes shoot briefly to the three businessmen sitting on the couches facing us. Their eyes all zero in on the show. On me.
I’m wearing a lacy semi-see-through black bra and matching panty set.
Not for long.
Kennedy undoes the clasp of my bra. He doesn’t jerk it down my arms, though. Instead, goddamn him, his lips drop to the back of my neck and his fingertips caress my arms as he gently pushes the bra straps down.
Goddamn him. My breathing comes out stuttered. All my nerve endings light up. His breath on the back of my neck… The barest of his touches on my skin and already, my body’s completely alive for him. Wetness soaks my underwear.
If he entered me right now, even after everything that’s happened, I’d be completely primed for him.
The cups of my bra drop and his hands take their place, massaging gently one moment and then harshly pinching and pulling on my nipples the next.
I jolt and cry out. He’s never done that before. Never been so rough—not even when I asked. I pant and twist against him.
“You like that, don’t you? And look at them watching you. You’re making them hard. That makes you even wetter, doesn’t it?”
He knows just how much it turns me on. And they are watching me. These three powerful, rich men look captivated as they watch Kennedy touch me. One man—Bruce—has his hand at his pants, rubbing his crotch. Oh shit, that’s hot.
I can’t believe Kennedy is touching me like this in front of these strangers. God, it’s so wrong, so dirty. Their eyes on my bared breasts, watching Kennedy work me like a slut.
And work me he is. He’s relentless as he twists the peaks of my nipples, plucking and rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. He licks and bites at the back of my neck and continues torturing my nipples until panting in need.
He knows just how much all of this turns me on—the audience, me being on display, and God, how to work every inch of my body with his talented fingers.
Then he slaps my breast. It’s not hard, more of a sting, but still.
“On your knees.” He snaps and points at the floor.
And damn him. God-fucking-damn him.
I drop to my knees. I’ve lost all thoughts of one-upping him. He knows all my kinks and has learned my body far too well.
“Take my cock out.”
I unbuckle his belt in a frenzy and undo his button and fly just as quickly. Finally I get to that big beautiful cock of his and take him in hand.
He hisses as soon as my hands close around him.
“Now suck it,” he says, the low, gravelly quality of his voice in full effect. “I want you choking on it.”
I glare up at him. And I lick just the tip. Then, slowly, I tongue all around the rim. Next, I scoot over on my knees and make sure I’m angled sideways so the men on the couch can see me in perfect profile. I look over at them as I tease the tip of Kennedy’s dick with my tongue, giving all three of them fuck me eyes in turn.
Kennedy’s not the only one with power here.
I’m going to drive him so fucking crazy, he’ll be haunted by my mouth, my pussy, every bit of me for the rest of his goddamn life.
I continue working his cock, deep-throating him and then bobbing up, licking around his crown and taking him deep again. Each time I do, I groan around him to give him a hummer. The first time I do it, he bucks into my throat. Oh yes, that’s right. I peek up at him through my lashes and catch him looking down at me.
And I freeze when our eyes connect. Because damn it, the way he’s looking at me. For the briefest flash, it’s the same worshipful expression he always has when we make love. But then, as if realizing where we are, who we are now, he pulls me off his cock and drags me up off the floor.
He bends me over the side of the couch where he was sitting, my ass out. The next second, he has my underwear pulled down my thighs.
He leans over my back until his mouth is next to my ear. “You want to run? Last chance.” His cock bobs against my ass, just hovering there. He’s not shoving inside, and no matter what I might think of him at the moment, I know he won’t unless I give the go-ahead.
I turn my face slightly, but not so much that I look in his eyes again. Just enough so that when I whisper, “Fuck you,” only he can hear me. Then I reach down between us, grab his long cock, and guide it inside me.


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ABOUT WOMAN NAMED RED 

KENNEDY
Yeah, I’m the guy from the famous docu-drama Kennedy Benson: A True American Rags to Riches Story. But they only got the sanitized version of the story. You don’t get to be the rich and powerful bastard that I am by being Mr. Nice Guy. No, I got to where I am by ruthlessness and hard work. And I’m still only a princeling of the San Francisco club and hospitality scene. I’m not stopping till I’m king. Nothing will derail my focus.

Until I meet her.

SCARLET
Wanting. It’s always the most dangerous thing. The wanting. The hoping. Dreaming of a better life for me and my brother even when life keeps knocking us down. Meeting Kennedy Benson is nothing I ever could have expected. We’re from completely different worlds. It could never work. Never.

Then why am I so inexplicably drawn to a man who’s completely wrong for me?

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Stasia Black is an author who’s drawn to romantic stories that don’t take the easy way out. She wants to see beneath people’s veneer and into their dark places, their twisted motives, and their deepest desires. She likes to toss her characters into the tempest and watch them hurt, fight, bleed, and then find out what, if anything, comes out the other side. Come along for the journey because it’s one helluva ride.
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Sneak Peek: Please Me By Stasia Black

3/9/2017

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Dying to know what happens next for Calliope, Gentry & Jackson?
This pulse-pounding erotic conclusion is NOW LIVE in PLEASE ME by Stasia Black and surely will not disappoint!

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The club is packed, which is perfect for my purposes. I start to dance to the music but I don’t lose myself in it. Every move is calculated. I dance my way through the people and my eyes scan every man as I go. I pass by the ones already attached to a woman.
I edge by a group of women who are all dancing together and laughing. I pause, then smile and join the periphery of their group.
I’m easily welcomed in. One of the girls who’s voluptuous with wild, curly hair holds out a hand to me. When I grab it, she spins me. It startles a laugh out of me. Wow, I didn’t realize how much tension I’ve been carrying. It works its way out of my shoulders as we dance. It feels good to earn my sweat this way. It’s also a good cover to watch the crowd and keep up the hunt.
That’s when I find him. My target for the night.
He’s medium height and build. Medium’s a good word for him all around. Not too handsome, but far from ugly. He’s not aggressive in his dancing, either. He approaches women to dance, but he does it from the front. He moves into their space and holds out a hand in invitation to pull them closer. Giving them the choice to accept or decline.
That decides it. He’s the one.
The transition to the next song is smooth and it’s a sultry beat. The guy is just turning in the crowd, still moving his head with the music a little awkwardly like he’s trying to figure out where to go next. I slink up to him, eyes at half-mast and licking my lips for good measure.
I’m not big on subtlety.
His eyes widen when he notices me. A smile lights up his face and he starts moving with the music more. He looks like he’s about to do the not-so-smooth-move-into-my-space-ritual I’ve seen him do with the other girls, but I beat him to it. I step into him and drape my arm around his neck, my breasts crushed against his chest.
“Wanna dance?” I hiss into his ear.
“Yeah,” he chokes out, nodding his head at the same time.
I smile, but barely pull back. Instead, I drop my face into his neck. He smells good. Well, he might have overdone it a little on the cologne, but at least it’s not one of those obnoxious smelling ones. He didn’t douse himself in Axe or anything. It’s a fresh, cool beachy smell. It feels like everything else about this guy—a little overeager, but really kind of sweet.
I slide my leg in between his so I’m straddling his thigh. Then I dance the fuck out of the song.
And when I say fuck, I do mean fuck.
I’m all but humping his leg as I writhe my hips back and forth to the beat. I keep my arm hooked around his neck but let my upper body loose. I throw my head back and arch my body, breasts thrust toward his face, held up only by my grip on the back of his neck.
I can feel his absolute focus on me, how completely I’ve captivated him. To him, I’m a goddess who walked out of nowhere and chose him.
Oh yeah. My blood heats. I feel the beginning of the rush I’ve been seeking all night.
I roll my torso once, twice, then I pull myself back up toward him in a dramatic whip so that my fake hair flies and a little bit of the lightheaded feeling comes back.
It only feeds my high. I grab Mr. Nice Guy’s face and kiss the fuck out of him. I don’t bother with the tentative, questioning kisses. No, my tongue immediately goes for the invasion. And after one stunned second, he’s reciprocating.
His hands drop to my waist.
My waist.
He’s so fucking adorable. Even with me mauling the hell out of him, he doesn’t go for the ass grab.
Now that’s a gentleman.
I pull back from the kiss, taking his bottom lip in between my teeth in a way that elicits a low groan from him. I can feel from the tent in the front of his pants where I’m pressed fully against him that this isn’t just a one-way street of sexual interest. Good.
I give his lip another nip and then move to his ear again. “Come with me.” I have to shout to be heard over the music. I back away from him, but not before I’ve firmly grabbed his arm to pull him behind me through the crowd.
Mr. Nice Guy is about to get lucky.

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MORE About Please Me

He thought he could break me. Well he was f#@king wrong.

I’m done being the weak little girl that men look at and see as someone to take advantage of. It’s time I turned the tables. It’s time I took control of my own goddamned life. 

And I’ll start by demanding my pleasure and taking my due. From any and every man I want. But none of them will really ever touch me. I’m a fortress of one.

As much as I want to be done with the past, though, it’s not done with me. The man who tried to break me and the man who wants to heal my fractured places are both back in my life.

Neither will let me move on and before I know it, I’m pulled back into the most dangerous game yet. I’ve learned well enough that there are so many worse things to suffer in this life than a broken heart. When end games are revealed and I understand the part I’m meant to play, will my new-found strength be enough or will I be forced to betray the one I’m just learning how to love? 

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Stasia Black is an author who’s drawn to romantic stories that don’t take the easy way out. She wants to see beneath people’s veneer and into their dark places, their twisted motives, and their deepest desires. She likes to toss her characters into the tempest and watch them hurt, fight, bleed, and then find out what, if anything, comes out the other side. Come along for the journey because it’s one helluva ride.
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