Sunday, July 13, 2014

Underneath It All Release Day Event

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Book Title: Underneath it All
Author: Bethany Bazile
Genre: Erotic Romance (Novella)
Release Date: July 14, 2014

Avery was unexpected but exactly what I needed. She gave me hope again, made me feel things I thought died over a decade ago.

I was reverting back to the man I used to be. The man who destroyed lives to keep the one person who meant everything to him.

My secrets were piling up. I didn't know how long I’d be able to maintain it all.
But I knew I’d do anything to keep her.
There was only one way to hold on to her. I had to let her see who I was underneath it all.


Let's Play Doctor

“I need help.” I licked my lips and smiled at Avery because I knew she had a weakness for my dimples.

“What kind of help?” Avery furrowed her eyebrows, gazing at me over her glasses.

“I have an obsession with sexy doctors who pull their hair up in tight buns but wear sexy garters and naughty underwear.”

“Well, Mr. Pierce, sounds like you need therapy.” Avery came around the desk and leaned her ass on the edge, pulling off her glasses and eying me.
“It’s really severe, Dr. Shaw. My fingers tremble with the need to let her hair down, my mouth waters from her smell, and my dick gets so… hard.”

She stepped forward, bit down on her bottom lip as she leaned over, and rubbed my cock through the fabric of my pants. “It’s not only hard. It’s feverishly hot.”

“What can you do for me, doctor?”

She smiled. A slow, sultry smile. She unfastened my belt, dragged my zipper down, and pulled out my cock. “Maybe I can cool it down.” She cupped my balls in her palm and massaged them, her lips brushing against mine. “With my mouth,” she whispered against my lips.

I hissed.

She dropped down to her knees, looked up at me, then rolled her tongue over the head of my cock. I jolted. It was all I could do not to come. She caressed the underside of my dick, then flicked her tongue into the seeping slit.

Ohh… fuck. She was going to kill me. Hundreds of blowjobs and I never felt anything like this. Once she got her mouth on my cock, there was no such thing as a simple blowjob. It was more like a blast of pleasure, a rush of sensation, and then a series of aftershocks once the earthquake passed.

Her mouth worked me hard and fast. I laced my fingers into her hair and restrained her, because the only way I’d survive this was if I took the bull by the horns and controlled it. She peered up at me, trying to persuade me with her blue gaze to let her drive me mad.

But fuck that. If I was going to pour my soul out to her today, I was going to savor this moment. I guided her up and down my shaft, her lips soft and her mouth hot. She licked the head every time I pulled her back, sucking me almost to the base when I pushed her down.

She’s too good at this. I’m going to blow soon.
The next time I pulled her back, she licked my cock with this wicked smile on her lips. Then she sucked it into her mouth and twisted and sucked and twisted. The pleasure was too much. I fucking whimpered, shuddered, then growled because I was pissed she’d won. She wasn’t going to let me stall at all. I came in a hot rush of pleasure that raced up and down my spine, then shot out into her mouth.
She swallowed it. I think. 

My mind was in a whirlwind and I couldn't focus on much of anything that happened after that orgasm.
She sat in my lap and kissed me. Yeah… she swallowed because she tasted like me. She held me until my breathing evened out. Then she stood up and tucked my dick back in my pants.

“Xander,” she said, pushing away my hand as I tried to slip it back up her thigh. “I know you’re stalling.” Her expression was effectively sobering. The room went from reverberating sexual cries to brimming with tension in a few short minutes. “We agreed to meet here because you said you would take this seriously.”

“What just happened here was serious as fuck.” I smirked, trying to lighten up the solemn tone that was setting in around us.

She frowned.

“Fine.” I huffed a breath. “But before we continue, I want to tell you I’ve never been good at relationships.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean I’m controlling and manipulative. I become consumed when I feel something for a woman.”

“Don’t worry about any of that. I just want to know who you are underneath all the bullshit. Underneath the asshole persona, who are you?”

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Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Coming Soon...


This book is part a three part Erotic Serial.
Insomnia (Sexual Misconduct Volume I) June 26th
Underneath It All (Sexual Misconduct Volume II) July 10th

Lie To Me (Sexual Misconduct Volume II) July 24th

Sunday, March 30, 2014

It's Live!!!

I just needed someone to show me how to fight for me…

When tragedy hits Alexis Cole is shattered. She carries the blame on her shoulders after losing a big piece of herself. When Ryder Hayes sweeps back into her life, she has something to hold on to but just as quickly as he appeared he was gone. When fate-or meddling parents-throw them back together they can no longer deny the heat that’s burned between them for years.

Ryder has always wanted Lexi, but he’s never fought so hard against something in his life.  Saving Lexi from her past was never on his agenda, but he could never bear letting her drown in it. With his UFC championship title on the line, the last thing he needs is to be distracted by Lexi. When she’s thrown back into his life he can no longer fight their attraction.

But once he claims her he knows he’ll never let go.

***Mature content warning*** This title is intended for Adults 18+ due to language and explicit sexual content.
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Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Merry Christmas!

It is been an exciting year and I'd like to thank all those who supported me in my new endeavor. I love creating these stories and sharing them with everyone. Merry Christmas and happy new year to you all. all my books are .99 cents on amazon for the holiday.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Deceitfully Yours Teaser

Chapter One



The lights are dim, soft jazz music drifts through the restaurant, and the wine is exquisite. My date gently caresses my hand on the tabletop with his fingertips as he gazes into my eyes. I smile innocently at him and pretend to be flustered. The setting screams romance and love, but this is far from that. This is my job, and he is my client, only he doesn’t know it. He’s part of my plan, the victim in my next ploy. As much as he thinks I should be concentrating on him, I can’t keep my gaze from wandering to the table a couple of feet to his right. The man at that table is my real mark tonight.

Jude Baxter is not an ordinary man. He calls attention to himself without even trying. His suit is over the top, like something a runway model would wear. The jet-black, silky material clings to his body and shows off the extraordinary contours of his physique. The gray shirt under his jacket hangs loose, and enough buttons are open to make a V shape on the bottom and display his crotch. I love a man with snuggly fitting pants. That’s a man who’s not afraid to show off his greatest asset, and I’m his rapt audience.

Jude shifts his gaze toward me without stopping his conversation with the man opposite him. He tilts his head slightly and lifts an eyebrow. I’ll get what I want from him in no time at all. He’s already made contact; now all I have to do is reel him in, then figure out how to get rid of the guy sitting across from me. I can’t even remember his name at this point, and it’s not necessary because I’ve caught the attention of the man who’s the real reason I’m here tonight.

“Would you like dessert, Kylie?”

“Huh?” I ask as I bring my attention back to my “date.”

“Dessert?” he repeats.

“No…no, thanks.” I glance back at the other table, and he’s now leaning back in his chair, making no effort to pretend he isn’t staring at me like I’m his next meal. His head is resting on his index finger and thumb, like he’s contemplating a business deal. How to get the blonde at table number three? He doesn’t realize I already have him, and there are no negotiations necessary.

He smiles at me, and I shiver. That smile surprises me. Not because of how good he looks when he smiles, but because I know that smile. I perfected that smile. It’s the smile of a predator, and all of a sudden I feel like the prey.

Another man walks up to his table and stops to speak to him, breaking the silent moment of electricity that buzzed between us. The moment his gaze strays from mine, my heart starts to pound. I recognize the new addition to his table. I’ve never forgotten a client, and I know which ones to avoid, and I need to avoid Raul. I decided a while ago to call them clients. It helped me deny what I was doing, made me feel less guilty.

“Excuse me, I need to go to the restroom,” I mutter as I gather my bag and rush to the back of the restaurant. The restroom is as posh and stuffy as the rest of this place. I drop down on the plush lounger and try to figure out how I’m going to get out of here without Raul seeing me.

Raul was my in to a bigger fish. I needed to get an in to a very important man’s apartment, and Raul was his chauffeur and butler. He had the kind of access I needed. So I seduced and talked him into letting me into his boss’s home. Once I was in, everything else was easy. Raul was passed out, and I was leaving the apartment with the files I needed in less than half an hour. After that night I cut all contact and haven’t seen him since.

“Shit,” I grumble as I get up and walk to the mirror. I take my time fluffing my blonde hair and touching up my makeup. After a few minutes of unnecessary grooming, I’m brave enough to venture out of the restroom and hopefully slip from the restaurant unnoticed. The hallway appears to be empty as I step out, but I realize I’m wrong when someone pulls my arm and drags me around the corner. The dark corridor leads to an emergency exit. My assailant slams my back against the wall, then presses his thick arm against my neck.

“Kylie.” Raul smiles at me like he’s searched for me for the past year and finally hit gold. “Still up to the same tricks?”

I shake my head, wrap my fingers around his forearm, and attempt to push him away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Raul.”

“You disappeared on me. You slipped something into my drink and—”

“No, I didn’t.

“Shut up, you lying bitch.” He presses his arm against my neck until I’m gasping for breath. “The last thing I remember is you stripping down to your underwear, then giving me that drink.” He shakes his head as though he can’t believe he got taken by me. “What’s your scheme?”

“I don’t have a scheme. You passed out drunk, so I left,”

He moves in until his body is pressed against mine. “You walk around like your pussy is gold. Dangling it in front of men’s faces but never letting anyone close enough to taste it. Does your date know you’re a dick tease?” He seethes at me, his eyes wild with rage. He digs his other hand into my thigh at the hem of my skirt, then yanks my leg around his waist, and grinds his erection against me. The pressure on my throat prevents me from screaming for help. I push and shove at him, but my one hundred twenty pound body is no match for his six foot, two hundred fifty pound frame.

“I woke up that morning to you gone and my boss hovering over me. You cost me my job. Maybe I’ll get payback between these sexy thighs.” He smiles at me as he inches his fingers higher.

“Please,” I strain to say.

“What’s that?” He puts his ear near my mouth and slightly loosens his hold on my neck.

“Please,” I beg.

He looks into my eyes and cocks his head to the side. “Please what? I almost don’t recognize you when you beg. What happened to the hardcore player who drugged me? You had to have a reason for doing that. What did you take?”

“I didn’t take anything. Did your boss find something missing?” I ask, knowing there’s no way he’d have known I took anything. I copied all the files and put everything back in its place. “Please, Raul.”

He chuckles then whispers into my ear, “Is this game not fun for you? Or maybe you’re begging me to fuck you.”

He grazes the shell of my ear with his tongue, and I whisper, “Fuck you.”

“No, you’re the one getting fucked this time.” He moves his hand off my thigh, and I can feel him fumbling with his belt. I close my eyes, but that only enhances the smell of alcohol on his breath and the cigarette smoke lingering on his clothes. I knew coming here tonight was a bad idea, but I couldn’t get out of it.

I haven’t actually slept with a man in three years, and this is not the way I imagined it happening again. My heart is pounding so fast I can hear it echoing in my ear. Moisture pools in my eyes as his arm presses harder into my neck. Just as the edges of reality blur, I hear my savior.

“Let her go, Raul,” he says. His voice is rich with a soft gravelly tone. It’s also intimidating and direct. I open my eyes and watch him stop beside Raul and raise both his eyebrows, challenging Raul to question his command.

Raul loosens the hold he has on my neck. “This is personal, Mr. Baxter. She drugged me and left me—”

“Why would I do that,” I snap, all of a sudden feeling a lot braver with someone else around. “You’re just a glorified chauffeur. What could I gain from drugging you?” His forearm presses back into my neck, and he growls at me.

“Raul.” With that one word Raul steps away but doesn’t stop glaring at me. I turn from him and finally get a look at the beautiful man from earlier. I knew he would look even better up close, but my God, he's unreal. His dark hair is short and straight, but he somehow mussed it up on top to give it volume. It would take me an hour to get my hair to look so good, but I bet he rolled out of bed looking that way.

His eyes are a dark, sinful chocolate, and a light dusting of five o'clock shadow covers his perfectly chiseled jaw. Under the beard is probably his only imperfection. A small scar runs from under the right side of his chin and ends under his lip. His beard is not thick enough to cover the scar, but it distracts attention from the jaggedly healed cut. If anything, the scar enhances his looks. It gives him a dangerous flare, and it matches the fierce look in his eyes.

“Go get the car, Raul,” he says without moving his eyes from me. Raul grumbles as he walks down the hallway and leaves us alone.

His gaze runs over my body like he’s taking in something he just made a bid on. “You’re a troublemaker,” he declares.

“No, Raul is a liar.”

“Maybe, but I doubt it. You look like the type of woman who makes men lose common sense.”

“You don’t know me.”

“You’re right.” He puts his hands in his pockets and a concerned look crosses his face. “Are you all right?”

I run a hand through my hair and stand up from my slumped position on the wall. “I’m fine. Thanks for that.”

He shrugs his shoulder and turns away from me. “Stay out of trouble,” he says before striding down the hallway.

This is not how I intended this night to go. Things got really crazy; now all I want to do is go home. I stop at the table, make a quick excuse, and escape a date that is no longer necessary.

Deceitfully Yours...Available August 29th on Amazon, Barnes and Nobles, and Smashwords.