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Marvelous Monday Reads: If You Can’t Handle the Heat
Welcome to another edition of Marvelous Monday Reads, darlings! Today I’m featuring H.K. Carlton and her delicious new re-release If You Can’t Handle the Heat, now available from Amazon and other purveyors of fine online romance. Take it away, H.K.!
Thank you for inviting me to your blog today. I’m doubly excited to share not only the re-launch of, If You Can’t Handle the Heat, but this re-release is also my first self-publishing venture.
This story was previously published with the title If You Can’t Stand the Heat. Though there is a little bit of added content, the story remains relatively the same.
In this erotic story, two very different professionals are brought together as celebrity judges on a reality-based cooking show. Sesto Théodore—the celeb chef that the show is built around—meets walking cliché, Syn Fully, erotic novelist. Though there is an immediate conflict in personalities, there is also an instant sizzling attraction. A classic clash and burn.
An unlikely couple is brought together as celebrity judges on a new reality-based cooking show.
Sesto Théodore, is an arrogant yet well respected American-Italian chef, with several five-star restaurants.
Once bitten, twice shy, Syn Fully, is a jaded author of erotica, rocketing her way up all the best sellers lists.
From the moment Syn and Sesto meet, their personalities clash, yet behind the scenes sparks fly. Getting together would be a recipe for disaster, but hot sex with no-strings couldn’t hurt. At least not until real feelings get involved.
But just when Syn considers opening her damaged heart to the cocky chef, video of rather personal content is leaked online. Sesto immediately jumps to conclusions and accuses Syn of the privacy breach.
Can the arrogant chef forgive and forget, or will his pride leave him out in the cold?
Somebody’s about to get burned…
Possible Triggers: Please note one scene contains borderline bdsm and dubious consent/forcible confinement. Also in this story intimate video is obtained without the knowledge or consent of the participants involved, and later distributed online
Author’s Note: This erotic story has been previously published with the title, If You Can’t Stand the Heat. Though there is a little bit of added content, the story remains relatively the same. It has been re-edited and re-formatted for re-release, and has a sizzling new cover thanks to Studioenp.
Story Excerpt
Sesto took the opportunity to turn his wrath on Syn. “May I speak to you out in the hall, please!” he demanded, shooting to his feet.
“Of course,” she responded, haughtily, as though she hadn’t just been giving him the initial stages of a hand job under the table.
Sesto allowed Syn to take the lead. He was momentarily captivated by her long shapely legs, as she stalked across the space, confident and oh-so fuckin’ sexy in those red stilettos. Sesto pulled level with her and couldn’t resist the urge to place his hand to the small of her back, left bare by the severe cut of her dress. If he wasn’t mistaken, she’d trembled at the contact. Or was it his hand that quivered?
In the corridor, Syn rounded on him, at the same moment he blurted, “What the fuck do you think…”
The words died on his tongue, as she once again stroked his shaft through his trousers. Her gaze settled on his mouth. Her breathing was shallow.
“Where’s your dressing room?” she asked, backing him up.
Sesto grabbed her other wrist and dragged her into the green room, before slamming the door behind them.
He yanked her hand, above her head and forced it against the door. He half-expected her to fight. What he wasn’t prepared for was the brazen little smile that hooked her sinful lips, as she raised her arm to join the other. With both hands stretched above her head Syn arched toward him, thrusting her beautiful tits, right in his face.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he asked again. “We don’t even know each other.”
“I know. Isn’t it wicked, how our bodies want to though.”
He groaned, shifting uncomfortably foot to foot, yet he couldn’t focus on anything but her lovely breasts.
“Go ahead, Théo, set them free,” she tempted, her voice barely above a whisper.
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H K Carlton is a multi-genre Canadian author of romance, with over thirty titles in publication. From naughty to nice, historical to contemporary, time travel to space travel, and everything in between.
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Fabulous Friday Reads: Xmas Spouse Swap
Happy holidays! Let’s kick off the holiday weekend with H.K. Carlton’s steamy new holiday erotica story, Xmas Spouse Swap, now available from eXtasy Books and other purveyors of fine online fiction. Take it away, H.K.!
Thank you so much for hosting today. I’d like to wish you and your readers a Happy Holiday filled with all the Blessings of the Season.
Today, I’ve brought along, twins Siri and Iris, who decide to give their husbands the ultimate gift — a festive spouse swap.
If you decide to give this story a read and you enjoy it—and I hope you do—you might be interested to know, I’m working on a sequel.
Meet the twins who take share and share alike to a whole new level…
Separated at the age of sixteen by selfish battling parents going through a bitter divorce, twin sisters Iris and Siri Beaulieu vow to never be apart on Christmas Eve, which is also their birthday.
Now grown and married and perhaps a bit bored with their husbands, the twins decide to give each other the ultimate birthday present by switching identities.
And one tipsy Christmas Eve leads to a twin swap the husbands will never forget.
Although it’s been done, many times, many ways … Merry Christmas to you!
Story Excerpt
“So it’s finally happened to you, too. Your little routine has turned blah. You wanna spice things up a little. Just like I do.”
“Not like that, I don’t.”
“You can’t keep your eyes off of my husband, Iris. I’m not blind. And that blush when you and Kyle first arrived, I mean, come on.”
“My cheeks were merely rosy from the cold,” Iris lied.
“Pfff.”
“Are we going to decorate that poor tree over there, or what, ladies?” Kyle asked when the wood in the fireplace finally lit.
“Absolutely, you guys get started,” Siri said.
“Oh, I get it, this is going to be like last year, and you’ll both sit back here, drink wine and ogle the man-candy? I see. It’s cool. Some guys would find it demeaning.” Kyle lifted up his t-shirt and flashed them his abs. “I, for one, have zero hang-ups about the former Beaulieu sisters seeing me as nothing more than a piece of meat. Prime rib, right here, ladies.”
“You call that prime?” Brett snorted. “More like ground round. Now, this… this is Grade A!” The generally more reserved man shocked the shit out of Iris by raising the hem of his cream-colored fishermen’s sweater giving them a little tease of the hidden six-pack beneath.
Spontaneously, Iris gasped. Brett’s gaze flew to hers.
Shit! Had she made that noise out loud? For the second time, her cheeks flamed with heat.
Quickly, Iris averted her attention but made the mistake of making eye contact with her sister, who let out an evil chuckle if she’d ever heard one.
Siri swirled her wine around her glass and grinned. “Interested in swapping now, sista-mine?”
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About the Author
H.K. Carlton is a multi-published Canadian author of romance and its varied sub-genres. From naughty to nice, historical to contemporary, time travel to space travel, and everything in between.
Variety is creativity’s playground—It’s where you’ll find me.
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Mid Week Tease: The No Frat Clause #MidWeekTease #MWTease
Happy Wednesday, folks! I’m running around like a headless chicken trying to get everything packed for Wild Wicked Weekend (more on that to follow in another post), so today I’m teasing you with a hot new romance from H.K. Carlton — enjoy this snippet from her delightful office romance The No Frat Clause.
Enjoy, and make sure to hit the list after the teaser to see other great Mid Week Teases!
Fresh out of college, Lexi Wideman lands an entry level job at a lucrative recruiting firm. Only six months into her tenure, she’s offered a major promotion—executive assistant to Roger Kent, the company’s coveted corporate headhunter. Older, irresistible, and ruggedly handsome, Roger Kent turns her into a liquid pool of need with just one smoldering glance. But the opportunity is just too good to pass up this early in her career. Lexi must find a way to remain professional while panting after her boss.
Roger Kent is thrown off guard when the company execs all of a sudden decide he needs an assistant. Perhaps he does, but Lexi Wideman is not the girl for him. She’s smart, young, and gorgeous. It’s hard enough trying to keep his eyes off her. Working in such close proximity, day after day, it would only be a matter of time before his hands followed.
So much for the No Frat Policy.
Excerpt
All of a sudden the lights flickered once again, and the lift jerked.
Lexi grabbed my thigh in panic. “Oh God!”
Oh God was right. Any higher and she was going to get a rock-hard handful.
I wound my arms around her, and we held on as the elevator came to shuddering halt. The lights went out entirely, plunging us into complete darkness. The hydraulic hum of the mechanics powering down droned. Then there was silence except for the clicking of the cables.
“Ohhh …” Lexi said in alarm.
“It’s okay. Take it easy,” I reassured her. “The auxiliary lights should come on in a second when the generators kick in.” But seconds ticked by and nothing happened.
“What’s happening?” she asked, her voice warbling.
“Power outage from the storm I’d say. Guess you were right, we should have taken the stairs.”
“Oh boy.” I felt her take a deep shuddering breath. She shifted, centering her back to my chest, and relaxed into me. I tried to maintain some distance, but there was no help for it, with her perfect little ass snugged right up against my upper thighs. There was no way she missed the massive bulge in my pants. She tensed, but she didn’t pull away either.
I inhaled her familiar scent. Another bad idea. It was just as arousing as the rest of her. She smelled fanfuckingtastic.
Her breathing became erratic. I was afraid she was about to panic.
“We’re okay. Relax.” I ran my hands up and down her arms.
She melted into me.
“Do you have your cell phone?” I asked in a tight voice. “We could use it for light. And-or call for help. At least let someone know we’re in here.”
“No, I left mine at the office. You?”
“I think I tossed mine in the briefcase. It’s down here by our feet somewhere.”
A ringing noise made us both jump.
I released her and groped in the dark until I found the little door containing the emergency phone. “Hello?” I answered in a clipped tone.
“What’s your name, and how many are with you?” a gruff voice barked.
“Roger Kent. There are two of us. Myself and my assistant.”
“We’re working on getting you down. Try not to panic.”
“All right, but can you do something about the auxiliary lighting?”
“The generators should engage anytime now. Sit tight.”
“Okay, we’ll sit tight. As if we have a choice,” I said as I hung up.
From the awkward way I’d been leaning, I straightened up slightly, rearranging my hips back into the corner. “We’re gonna be a while,” I said and reached for Lexi. It was pitch black. I couldn’t make out a goddamn thing. “Where’d ya go? Christ, it’s dark.”
“I’m searching for the cell.” Just then my palm made contact with a nicely rounded hip. Oh fuck, she was bent over in front of me. I followed the soft plump curve as she rooted through the briefcase. I closed my eyes and took long, slow inventory of her shapely backside. I stifled a groan, but it escaped as more of a grunt.
Slowly, she straightened and turned in my direction. The low light from my cell screen glowed, illuminating the space between us.
The tension between us was palpable. She stared at me. Her lips parted. I don’t know what she saw in my expression. One of us made a growling sound. I suspect it was me.
Simultaneously, she dropped the phone and reached for me as I grabbed for her. I sought her lips hungrily as the darkness enveloped us once more. She moaned something incoherent into my mouth.
In a wild frenzy, we nipped and sucked at each other’s mouths, our hands roamed free and greedily. My cock lengthened to painful proportions.
Lexi arched into me, her ample breasts pressing against my upper chest. She squirmed as I tried to gather her sweet backside in my greedy hands. Lifting her, I thrust my hips at her, leaving no doubt as to what I wanted.
In answer, she pressed her pelvis against me. The pressure felt amazing, but I wanted more.
“Yeah,” she cried softly. “Yeah …”
Fuck yeah!
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About H.K. Carlton
H K Carlton is a multi-published Canadian author of romance and its varied sub-genres, including contemporary, paranormal, historical, family saga and erotica.
I enjoy writing in many different genres. I write where the muse takes me and make no apologies for it. By now, it’s quite safe to say I will never pick just one genre and stick to it. There are just too many possibilities and stories left to tell. Today time-travel, tomorrow sweet historical romance—the next release might be, down and dirty erotica or ménage. I hope you’ll join me for the ride.
Variety is creativity’s playground—It’s where you’ll find me.
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Fabulous Friday Reads: Jack and the Jean Stock #naughtyfairytales #mmromance
TGIF! Let’s kick off the weekend with H.K. Carlton’s naughty new book Jack and the Jean Stock, now available from Evernight Publishing and other purveyors of fine erotic romance. Take it away, H.K.!
Thank you so much for having me on your site today and allowing me to share my latest release, Jack and the Jean Stock, with you and your readers.
You’ve seen them right? The erotic retellings of some of our favorite childhood stories, all naughtied up for adult consumption. Cinderella snags her Prince, Belle tames her Beast, Little Red Riding Hood humps the wolf, Alice and the Mad Hatter get down and dirty, while that rascally White Rabbit watches, and Puss and Boots, well that’s just too damn easy. J
What’s missing? The boys!
I’m not really sure why, but when I decided I was going to have a go at penning a naughty fairy tale, I kept circling back to Jack and the Beanstalk. But Jack wasn’t materializing as a young boy, as in the original. No, his image kept presenting as a well-built, strapping Jack. Of course, you can’t have a Jack without a giant. And, oh hot damn, Jack’s giant is even hotter.
If you’re familiar with the fairy tale of Jack and the Beanstalk; I tried to stay true to many of the stories’ memorable features—though I don’t want to give too much of my version of the story away—I even managed to keep the famed Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum, but probably not in the way you’d expect. I also gave the tale a modern update along with my own little twist, that gives Jack and his giant, a whole new connotation.
Strapped for cash and drowning in his ailing mother’s medical debt, the one bright spark in Jack Castor’s life is working his dream job for a specialty clothing manufacturer that caters to large men. Although his personal life is all but nonexistent, career-wise, he thrives under the tutelage of his friend and father-like mentor, Cronus Gigandet, a gigantic man with a heart to match. But when Cronus dies suddenly, the company’s future is thrown into uncertainty.
Titan Gigandet, Cronus’ wayward son, a giant of a man in his own right, is furious when he learns his father has included his upstart protégé, Jack, in his will, leaving him equal shares in the family-run factory. Reluctantly, Titan rescinds his own self-imposed exile and returns to a company in turmoil.
The gloves come off, and the major players fight for control. While battling to save the company, Jack’s mother takes a turn for the worse. Just when it seems like all hope is lost, Titan unearths a stunning find. Could this new discovery be Jack’s ‘golden goose’ or just the beginning of the end to everything Jack holds dear?
Story Excerpt
Titan raised his head and looked down at him, his features ravaged. But as he stared, something in his expression changed. “Help me save my father’s company.”
Was he for real?
When Jack didn’t immediately comment, he fisted his hands into the sweaty t-shirt plastered to Jack’s chest and hauled him upward, so that only his tiptoes touched the wooden planks. “Help me.”
“I’ll do everything I can. I have been…”
“God you smell good, Englishman,” he said, out of the blue.
Jack looked up in time to see his nostrils flare. “All hot and sweaty, just like you were last night.” His sizzling gaze roved over Jack’s mouth.
Another drastic mood swing. Christ he was impossible to read.
Still hanging there he was quite defenseless when Titan dipped his head as if he might kiss him.
“No, we’re not playing that game again.” Determined to get away, Jack yanked on the hem of his shirt, successfully ripping it from Titan’s grip. He stepped sideways as soon as his feet hit the floor, but Titan mirrored him.
His lips hovered just above Jack’s, his breath buffeting his cheeks. “You’re not going to stop me,” Titan murmured.
Jack held his breath when Ti wrapped his free hand around the back of his neck while staring at him. The warmth and weight of his massive palm felt exquisite. A ripple of fear laced with excitement shot up Jack’s spine. This time he was prepared for the violence.
Titan mashed his lips up against his while holding his head, making it impossible for him to pull away. It was brutal; it was ugly and the second hottest kiss—or maybe runner-up with last night’s—he’d ever experienced. His heart pounded. His cock surged.
They fought each other for supremacy with their hands and mouths, groping and nipping. But Jack was no match for Titan’s height and strength. Nor could he fight the desire wending its way through his highly-strung body. Ti overwhelmed him, leaning over him and into him. In their haste, they ran into one of the tables, knocking several bundles of denim to the floor.
Unexpectedly, Titan curled his leg behind Jack’s as he pushed him backwards, forcing him off balance. When he started to fall, Titan was quick to stop his momentum, lowering him to the denim pillow. He followed, all the while kissing the hell out of him.
Squirming, Jack twisted his head breaking the kiss. “What are you gonna do, just manhandle me?”
“You like to be manhandled.”
His sexy grin made Jack’s stomach flip, his cock pulse.
Titan pushed him down into the bed of denim, but this time when he took his lips he softened just a bit, as much as an aggressive giant could, Jack thought. No matter, it was all arousing as fuck.
Titan unfastened Jack’s pants and shuffled his way down his body. Jack tensed. Did he really want to get into something with his boss? With such animosity still between them?
But when Titan flipped aside the waistband of his formfitting boxers, exposing the tip of his distended cock, Jack could no longer think past his raging hard-on.
Where to Buy
Evernight Publishing
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About H.K. Carlton
H K Carlton is a multi-published Canadian author of romance and its varied sub-genres, including contemporary, paranormal, historical, family saga and erotica.
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I enjoy writing in many different genres. I write where the muse takes me and make no apologies for it. By now, it’s quite safe to say I will never pick just one genre and stick to it. There are just too many possibilities and stories left to tell. Today time-travel, tomorrow sweet historical romance—the next release might be, down and dirty erotica or ménage. I hope you’ll join me for the ride.
Variety is creativity’s playground—It’s where you’ll find me.
Where to find H.K. Carlton
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