A small haul for you guys:
I got Bared to You at Costco.
Denzel's Lips at Dollar Tree
& Switch at Walmart.
And you know I'm cheap, so all
of them were for really good prices.
Bared to You by Sylvia Day (Crossfire #1)
He was beautiful and brilliant, jagged and white-hot. I was drawn to him as I'd never been to anything or anyone in my life. I craved his touch like a drug, even knowing it would weaken me. I was flawed and damaged, and he opened those cracks in me so easily...
Gideon knew. He had demons of his own. And we would become the mirrors that reflected each other's most private wounds... and desires. The bonds of his love transformed me, even as I prayed that the torment of our pasts didn't tear us apart...
Denzel's Lips by Anita Diggs
Welcome to Hercsville, Long Island, where everyone is young, rich, and beautiful. . .where four women are in search of love, sex, and sanity. . .
Asha Mitchell Seabrook is hot, young, and married to the very wealthy Nick Seabrook. But as rich as her man is, he just can't seem to satisfy her insatiable appetite for money or sex. . .
Dr. Penelope Brewster is a successful clinical psychologist, who is trying to keep the children of Hercsville's power elite in good mental health and out of trouble. But Dr. Penny has her own demons. . .
Glamorous, famous, and deeply troubled, Nancy St. Bart might be a successful soap opera actress, but she's also nursing some dangerous obsessions. And Denzel is just one of them. . .
Shareeka Ellison is as beautiful as the home she perfectly keeps. But her millionaire husband has turned into a man she doesn't know anymore and one who might just destroy everything she's worked so hard for. . .
As these four ladies struggle with the pressures of being sexy, black, and successful, they're about to discover what living the high life is really all about . . .
Switch by Megan Hart
Don't think.
Don't question.
Just do.
The anonymous note wasn't for me. Don't get me wrong, I'm not in the habit of reading other people's mail, but it was just a piece of paper with a few lines scrawled on it, clearly meant for the apartment upstairs. It looked so innocent, but decidedly-- deliciously--it was not.
Before replacing the note--and the ones that followed --in its rightful slot, I devoured its contents: suggestions, instructions, summonses, commands. Each was more daring, more intricate and more arousing than the last... and I followed them all to the letter.
Before the notes, if a man had told me what to do, I'd have told him where to go. But submission is an art, and there's something oddly freeing about doing someone's bidding...especially when it feels so very, very good.
But I find that the more I surrender, the more powerful I feel--so it's time to switch up roles.
We play by my rules now.
I suppose this is kind of an erotica haul.
Oops! Didn't do that on purpose.
Have you read any of these yet?
Are they on your list?
