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NEW!!! Twin Savage by Sunniva Dee #99cents #NEW

10/16/2017

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There’s no way in hell I’m opening my door—or my heart—to a porn star.

SNEAK PEEK

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I have a small freak-out on Tuesday night. Lenny’s night. When I enter the house an hour late, they’re all waiting for me with Lenny spearheading them in the hallway. He smells like heaven. But then there’s Marlon behind him, a bit taller, eyes burning on me like he has plans too. So that’s why I tell them at dinner, fork and spoon pointing at the ceiling, “You guys better not get any ideas.”
I tip my fork forward like I’m about to skew a few of them. Marlon, for instance, with his neon-sign stare broadcasting how he’d rather not wait his turn. 
“I’m not into threesomes. Or foursomes or fivesomes or anything like that.”
“Ba-a-be.” At least three of them exclaim this in mumbled what-’r-you-talking-about voices as if they’re all my boyfriend and I’m being ridiculous. You know what’s ridiculous? This arrangement.
“I’m serious! Just because I’m happy with one of you at a time doesn’t mean I’ll ever want to be... invaded by several of you at the same time.”
James has the decency to look shocked, and so does Nathaniel. The only one looking positively unimpressed is the one I haven’t slept with. Luka’s classic features are perennial ice/the Siberian tundra. Of course, he’s not impressed. Porn star and all. Even so, he’s the one speaking up. 
“No one would do that to you.”
“Really? Because I didn’t ask for anyone to come to me in the first place. You guys just came. So consider this a clear message: don’t ever misinterpret my body’s reactions into believing I’ll accept more than one of you at a time.”
Several pairs of eyes run over my body before slinking away.
“Got it,” Marlon says. That’s good, because he looked too hungry for a Not-Wednesday. I wonder if he has other girls. He must, right? He was with Sheena for a couple of years, but they broke up a few months before Julian died.
James pushes the pan of meatballs toward me, jutting his chin for me to serve up. “Stop worrying, beautiful. We’re not a bunch of animals. Personally, I like my girls open and receptive and… wanton.” He makes his brows dance.
Lenny lets out a snort.
“Jesus, the stuff coming out of your mouth,” I mutter, feeling a smile grow on my face.
“You were alone,” Luka cuts in, ruining my budding mood lift. “You needed someone. That’s why we do what we do. But biologically, no woman actually needs more than one man, so that’s what you get, one guy comforting you at a time.”
“‘We,’” I mock. “Like you’ve ever consoled me.”
Silence. The others look away. Yellow ice sparkles into me, but I don’t avert my stare. Finally, he opens his mouth, tight lines settling as he says, “Right.”

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MORE ABOUT TWIN SAVAGE 

Grief comes in many forms.
There is no right or wrong way... Right?
Except, what if you douse that grief with sex
in ways so culturally unacceptable
you leave it to a veritable male harem
led by the porn-star brother of your fiancé
to decide if you’ll emerge
from the jungle intact?

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It wasn't a problem to be the only girl in a house full of guys.
Until my fiancé died and his identical twin took over the roost.

Sweet, easygoing Julian passed, while loathsome, bossy Luka, who pays his way through med school by getting his dick wet on film, is still alive.

What kind of twisted reality is this?

Now, Luka’s on a mission to fix both of our grief.
Like I’d ever accept anything from him.
He doesn’t understand that gorgeous and sexy mean nothing if you’re a promiscuous jerk.

If only the nights didn’t destroy me.
They’re painful and long and empty,
until, on a Monday night, my insomnia attracts Diego.
That Tuesday, it attracts Lenny.
Next, it’s Marlon, James, Nathaniel,
and on Saturday, it’s Connor.

By Sunday night, I get the picture.
This is Luka doing what Luka does: solve problems with sex.
His remote-controlled comfort leaves me in our roommates’ arms six of seven nights.
On Sunday, there’s only one man left in the house.

There’s no way in hell I’m opening my door—or my heart—to a porn star.

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Sunniva Dee is a lover of great writing and wild, passionate characters. In the beautiful city of Savannah, Georgia, she divides her time between her “petting zoo” and writing sexy novels. Sunniva ado-o-ores breaking stereotypes and describing the flipside of bad-boy alphas or good boys with a savage streak. 


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NEW ROMCOM: The Truth About Porn Star Boyfriends by Sunniva Dee (Sneak Peek)

8/16/2017

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He popped the question, God, such a perfect guy.

There was just one issue:
He fucked other girls on camera for a living.
How the hell do you deal with that?

Find out in The Truth About Porn Star Boyfriends by Sunniva Dee.  We loved this unique romance and are so excited to share a Sneak Peek of this 99cent standalone!  

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​I can’t stop staring. In sleep, he’s carefree with every feature smooth like he’s somewhere beautiful. I wonder if he styles his hair into that just-fucked ’do sometimes or if it always falls like this naturally. Now it drapes from the even planes of his forehead toward the pillow, and I want to pull my fingers through it.
Those lips. Are so sensual. They look like they can do crazy stuff to a girl, and guess what? I know firsthand, now, that they can make you lose your shit.
What happened last night is surreal. He was so sure, knew exactly what to do to me, and his body moved like some professional athlete’s.
This man has intrigued me since the first time I met him. Yes, he’s a stud, but he’s kind too. He’s caring. Add sensuality and mystery to his list, then top it off with the hunter instinct of a man who knows what he wants. I never stood a chance.
If I think about it too much, it’s scary as hell. But this morning, I just want to feel blissed out. I’m full of how he treated me last night. I’m crazy over him. In lust, crushing, in love, who knows. I guess I’m a little bit obsessed right now, which does nothing to suppress the impending doom in my chest.
As if he hears my thoughts, thick lashes flutter apart. Beneath, silver flecks seem to glow in the early morning light. I wonder if they’re his calm happiness spots, while the golden ones are his desire spots?
“Morning, girlfriend.” He groans contentedly and reaches for me with a hand that’s dusted with golden hairs. “How aren’t you in my arms?”
I smile and swallow my misgivings. “Because I went on an outing to your bathroom—impressive, by the way—and also, your bed is ginormous, and I move a lot in my sleep.”
“Funny.” 
I love the sound of his voice. During the day, it’s rich, a midrange baritone. Now, I’m swooning over his morning voice, which is deeper and a little hoarse.
“Come here,” he says, lacing our fingers and hauling me in. “Cute shirt.” A quick kiss to my temple, and then he pulls me down so that I’m stretched out on top of him. His morning wood presses against my stomach. It instantly sets my body on fire. I actually hold my breath against an unseemly grunt.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Yeah. I dreamed about you.”
“You did?” Besides looking a little more awake, he doesn’t seem surprised. “Did I behave?”
No. Well, yeah. Depends on what you mean.
“You were being naughty.”
“Sounds like me.” He rubs himself lazily against me, and I can’t help pressing down toward him. With me wearing just a t-shirt, he could slide right inside me if he wanted to. I don’t know if I’d have the will power to stop him. 
He cups my butt through the fabric and massages me. I close my eyes and sway with his touch. Hard muscle forms to my shifts, adding pressure and heat in the right moment, in the right places. It’s too perfect.
“Ciro, it’s like you were made for this. For, you know...”
“Fucking?”
“Well, I guess. Though I’d probably have chosen a different word.”
“We’re all made for it.” He punctuates by thrusting us together. “If we weren’t, we’d be extinct.”
“Silly. Everyone can do it, but not everyone looks like and performs and completes the act as if they were made for the sole purpose of making love.”
His arms glide up until he can cup my face and kiss me. “You make it sound like it’s a bad thing.”
“Is it?”
“Did you enjoy what we did last night?”
I bite my lip against the flashback to euphoria. “Yeah. Maybe too much.”
“I don’t believe you can enjoy something too much,” he murmurs so silkily. “Not if it doesn’t hurt anyone.”

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MORE ABOUT THE TRUTH ABOUT PORN STAR BOYFRIENDS

I guess I just forgot.
To ask him what he did for a living, I mean.
And by the time I did, I was in—balls deep, as he’d call it.
He was the perfect boyfriend.
Attentive, gorgeous, guessing my every wish and fulfilling them.
The sex was earth-shattering.
He even dealt with my crazy mom the way no one else could.
He popped the question, God, such a perfect guy.
There was just one issue:
He fucked other girls on camera for a living.
How the hell do you deal with that?

ONLY $0.99 & FREE ON KINDLE UNLIMITED!
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Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA 

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​Sunniva Dee is a lover of great writing and wild, passionate characters. In the beautiful city of Savannah, Georgia, she divides her time between her “petting zoo” and writing sexy novels. Sunniva ado-o-ores breaking stereotypes and describing the flipside of bad-boy alphas or good boys with a savage streak. 


​STALK HER: Facebook I Newsletter I Amazon I GoodReads I Website I Instagram I Twitter I 

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