Blow

Title: Blow: A Naughty Novella

Series: Suck, Bang, & Blow #3

Author: Nikki Belaire

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: August 20, 2020

Blurb

Who wears white capri pants and a floral cardigan to a strip club owned by one of the most dangerous mob bosses in the world?

Only Tulip Rose, the home-schooled, flower shop managing, sheltered virgin who wants to save her brother after he takes a loan he can’t pay back. She begs me to let her wash dishes or mop floors to work off his debt, but I’ve got an even better job in mind for my sweet little petal.

Author’s note: Blow is short, sweet, and dirty, filled with all the best parts of a romance for a fun ninety-minute read. No triggers or cliffhangers and a guaranteed happily ever after.

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She fiddles with the wide belt and keeps her gaze down, hiding from me. “When Stephen and I were sitting at the bar working yesterday, I heard the girls talking about giving lap dances and blow jobs for thousands of dollars. Is that something–”

My mobile hits the floor, and I’m on her before I even realize I’ve taken her down. Body checking her to the sofa in the small sitting area, pinning her to the cushion as I growl at her. “Don’t even fucking think about it.”

Breathless and shocked, she lies still as a statue beneath me. “Think about what?”

Of its own volition, my hand finds its way to her throat and her racing pulse throbs against my palm as I squeeze her into submission. “Trying to earn money like that.”

Her head shakes as her eyes widen in surprise. “I wasn’t. I would never–”

“That’s right. You will never fucking put your mouth or your body on anyone but me.”

“That’s…”

I loosen my grip around her willowy neck so she manage more than just a whisper. “What?”

“That’s what I wanted to ask you…because I was wondering…if you like those too.”

Jesus. “You want to give me a blow job?”

“I don’t know. I was just kind of curious, and you’ve done things before…and I haven’t....”

Things. My innocent virgin wants to explore with me. Almost as much as I want to teach her.

"I mean I don’t even understand why they call it a blow job.”

Every second I spend with her just gets better and better. I’m so hard for her my entire body hurts, and I know she feels my desire too with me lying on top of her. I slide back and clutch her hand, lifting her to a sitting position next to me. My erection almost busts through the gray material, and I have no choice but to shove down my waistband and release my cock from the barrier.

Plump satin lips purse together as she leans toward me, and she blows out a few puffs of air against the head, already glistening with thick white droplets in the slit.

She frowns and shakes her head. “Well that can’t be right.”

Uncertain if I should laugh or beg, I decide tact is a better option in this situation. She’s being brave and I’m sure as hell not going to shut her down or disparage her efforts. “It’s not but that’s okay.”

Huge brown eyes meet mine when she looks up. Imploring me to help her understand. “Then what?”

“Do you really want to know?”

Lust flames in her eyes as she scrutinizes me. Determining if I’m the one for her to test her skills, even though that’s already been decided because no other man touches what’s mine.

“Yes.”

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Nikki writes contemporary romantic thrillers and admits to a weakness for bad boys, especially ones who can't live without the strong women they love. She spends more time in her characters' lives than her own. But, when she's in the real world, her passions include reading, wine appreciating, running, and spending time with her husband and daughter.

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Bang

Title: Bang: A Naughty Novella

Series: Suck, Bang, & Blow #2

Author: Nikki Belaire

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: July 16, 2020

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Theirs is a love story as old as time: He catches sight of her, instantly smitten, and steals her away, spoiling her into submissiveness until they settle into a perfect life of continuous sexy times. (Seriously, they f*ck a lot – not sure how anyone gets anything done.)

After a few years, the shine on their happily ever after begins to tarnish. Beck doesn’t understand why his baby girl, his wisp, his whole damn universe wants to break his chains of love. Eden can’t understand why her overprotective possessive obsessive mob boss husband refuses to allow her to leave her mansion prison just to have some fun with the girls.

After a little bit of tears and a whole lot of bedroom fun, Beck agrees to a night out. But will the happy be restored to their happily ever after? Or will they realize what they’ve been missing hiding out from the rest of the world?

Author’s note: Bang is short, sweet, and dirty, filled with all the best parts of a romance for a fun ninety-minute read. No triggers or cliffhangers and a guaranteed happily ever after.

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Fuck, life doesn’t get any better than this.

The most spectacular woman in the damn world bares herself to me on her knees with my cock deep in her supple mouth. I treat my queen with the respect she deserves and control my thrusts to keep from choking her despite how much I want to. She fucking trusts me, and I refuse to ruin her faith in me by acting like even more of a bastard than I already do. Seeming to sense my restraint, she relaxes completely and my dick delves as far as it's ever gone in her throat. When she squeezes the rest that won’t fit and then scrapes her fingernails on my throbbing balls, I almost come against her tonsils. “You have the most amazing mouth, baby girl.”

A gurgle of approval answers me back. My wife knows how much I fucking worship her but fuck if I don’t love telling her again and again. “And those magnificent tits. Fuck me if they’re not glorious while they bounce from me fucking you.”

Her moan reminds me they need attention again too. “And that sweet, sweet pussy just drips such perfect honey when I eat it out.”

The suction on my shaft tightens from my approval, and I can’t hold on much longer. When her teeth scrape backward for the entire length and down again, I twist her hair around my fist and plunge all the way in while my body jerks in anticipation.

“Don’t swallow.”

She nods as best she can with her dainty mouth stuffed full of my cock. I thrust a few more times, and she must realize I’m getting ready to blow and deep throats me one last time. God fucking damn. I adore this woman.

I twitch from the sensation and then still, roaring out my release with my dick and my mouth, uttering every curse word known to man as I empty myself between her willing lips. Driving a few more times until every drop is wrung from me, I pull back slowly, enjoying the last few seconds and burning the image in my mind to remember today. Unable to hold back my grin from the secret only I know - my wife’s a dirty girl behind her innocent demeanor. “Show me.”

Her delicate pink tongue slips past her teeth, and she holds my come like an offering. I stroke her cheek in gratitude. Well aware praising her makes her blush as well as wet. “Good girl.”

Unable to speak, she blinks several times with her thick long lashes brushing her rosy cheeks. I slide my finger through the thick fluid and swirl some on her nipples, hard as diamonds from pleasing her husband. She moans around her occupied tongue, and I circle a few more times and then tweak the taut skin. Anointing her like a priest would his perfect obedient lamb. “These are mine. These belong to me.”

She nods in agreement. Hooded eyes follow my finger as I skim over her breasts and up her neck to her face. I dip inside her mouth again and swirl through the salty cream. Bending at the waist, I suck the side of her slender throat while my hand glides between her legs. Her thighs tremble as I swipe through her drenched lips. Caressing them over and over until I reach her clit. Needy and pulsing, the silky bundle swells more from my touch. “This is mine. This belongs to me.”

Another throaty groan responds with her thrusting forward. Trying to earn more of my touch. More of her reward. More of our connection. “Does my wife need her husband to fuck her before he takes her out?”

The urgent whimper proves how submissive she remains, keeping my come safe until I tell her otherwise. With my free hand, I swipe the last of my release from her mouth and move to her ass using the slime as lube. Breaching her tight little hole with my fingertip, while I tease her pussy until she cries out and her forehead collapses against my hip. But I’m not finished with her yet.

I still owe her a good fuck before we spend the day with our son. “This is going to be quick because we’re running out of time but I’ll make it up to you tonight.”

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Suck

Title: Suck: A Naughty Novella

Series: Suck, Bang, & Blow #1

Author: Nikki Belaire

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: June 18, 2020

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Reece Diavolo. They call him The Devil behind his back, and when the vicious mob boss sees the bride at his cousin’s wedding he decides there won’t be a marriage after all that day…because now she belongs to him.

Macy Shaw. They call her The Mouse to her face, and when the goodest of good girls learns her blackmailing fiancé has disappeared she’s relieved…until she realizes her savior is even more dangerous than the groom.

Author’s note: Suck is short, sweet, and dirty, filled with all the best parts of a romance for a fun two-hour read. No triggers or cliffhangers and a guaranteed happily ever after.

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Blowing out a deep breath, I swipe my ripped thong and shredded thigh highs off the floor and race back to the bathroom, shoving them into the trashcan under the sink. Too bad the dress won’t fit in the bin too, but I can’t leave the gown behind either. That would be too tacky. I slowly twist the knob, peeking out into the hallway. Unsure if I’m relieved or disappointed the corridor is empty, I shake my head. Trying and failing to mute the emotions swirling in my brain as I tiptoe across the black hardwood. I don’t know why I’m trying so hard to be quiet but silence seems appropriate. I grab the monstrosity and my heels off the living room carpet and sweep toward the door. Only about twenty feet and I’ll be outside. Maybe one of the guards I saw last night will loan me his phone to call an Uber and I can go somewhere that’s not here.

“Good morning angel.”

Reece leans against the counter with a coffee mug in one hand, watching me with considerable amusement. He’s panty-wetting gorgeous, if I was wearing any, with the wicked grin lighting up his handsome face. He looks like a model posing for a photo shoot, and every single woman I know would buy whatever it is he’s selling no matter how much it costs. I avert my eyes to keep from staring at his broad chest or the six pack resting so sleek and defined above his gray sweat pants.

“Good morning.” I tug against my improvised dress. “I hope it’s okay I’m borrowing your shirt. I promise to return it. I’ll wash–”

“Where are you going?”

I grin too. Casual and carefree. Saving my meltdown for later. When I’m home alone. Although I’m not sure right at this exact moment where home actually is. “Walk of shame. Isn’t that what you do after a one-night stand?”

Something shifts in his stance and his expression. A hardness that makes me shiver. The satin fabric rustles from my shaking arms, and I resist the urge to step back when all I want to do is step closer. Yet in another instance the irritation is gone and he smirks. “Because you know so much how one night stands work?”

He’s teasing. But my cheeks flame hot anyway. Yes, I’m a stupid, inexperienced virgin who let booze and humiliation and desire cloud her judgment. But I boss up and accept my mistakes. Move on without regret or request anything more from him. “Thanks for everything. Really. You were great when I needed a friend and I–”

“What are you going to do with that?”

Ignoring my awkward attempt to convey gratitude, he nods toward the gown draped over my arm.

“Burn it.”

Damn. I shouldn’t have blurted out something so childish and immature. Yet, all he does is nod. Seeming to wholeheartedly approve of my idea.

“My thoughts exactly.”

The clink of his cup against the granite countertop sounds as harsh as my breath when he holds out his hand. Uncertain what he wants—what to do—so I just stare. He just frowns, mad at me, but I’m not sure why.

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Another Round

Title: Another Round

Author: Nikki Belaire

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: September 30, 2019

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She knows I would die for her. Even if her father is the one who wants me dead.

A call I don’t expect. A job I don’t want. A hassle I don’t need. I’d protected his wife a long time ago, and now the notorious mob boss wants me to keep his daughter safe. I resist the tempting and troublesome mafia princess for as long as I can, but once I take her, there’s no going back, no giving her back. She thinks what we have between us is just a fling, but I know we’re forever. Regardless of what she says or her dad orders. 

Another Round is a friends-to-lovers, older man/younger woman mafia romance and touches on sensitive topics. Reader discretion advised. No cheating or cliffhanger.

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I lead her to the stool where I normally serve her dinner. She climbs up and slides her pert arse across the wood. Crossing her gorgeous legs out of habit. That tempt me more than ever knowing how close I came to having some other bastard touch them.

She takes in the mess on the floor behind me. Anxiety drawing down her face as she peruses the damage. “What happened?”

My palm cups her cheek to turn her back to face me. The only thing I give a damn about is settling things between us. Setting her straight about other men. Or the lack there of going forward. “I dropped it.”

“Andy?”

Now she knows I’m the one who’s lying. Silky hair brushing across my forearm as she tilts her head in worry and disbelief. Making the cords tighten from her concern over my stuff. Over my anger. Over me.

I place my fists on each side of the counter behind her. Locking her in place. Trapping her between my arms. Applying old interrogation methods she won’t be able to fight. “Who was that guy?”

She swallows and licks her lips. Responding to the demand pulsing in my tone.

“Josh. Lauren’s engaged to his older brother Logan.”

Tension surges between us from the proximity of our bodies. From her squirming in her seat. From her looking up at me with no way out from under my gaze. “Are you going to go out with him?”

Never fucking happening but I want to know what she intends. What she mistakenly believes I’m going to allow her to get away with.

“We just met.”

I don’t fall for her dismissive tone. As if the idea is preposterous. As if she’s never considered the possibility. As if I have nothing to be concerned about. “Are you going to go out with him?”

My voice is low, hard, almost unrecognizable even to myself with a possessiveness I’ve never heard. I’ve never experienced until now.

“Lauren is trying to fix us up. A double date. She thinks–”

“What do you think?”

She shivers when I lean closer. My nose nudging her hair out of the way while my lips brush over her ear. A shuddering breath blows against my cheek and fireworks explode across my skin when her hand curls over my opposite shoulder. Steadying herself from me engulfing her.

“He’s n-nice. He’s easy to talk to.”

“Of course he is. He wants to fuck you.”

“That’s all you think I am?” My accusation enrages her, and she twists to the side, trying to face me again. Too small to be at eye level she stares up at me with all the bravado she can muster, leveling me with her disgust. Before I got sympathy and compassion. Now I get unadulterated fury. She’s pissed as hell at me. Almost as much as I am at her. “That’s all you think anyone would ever want from me?”

What she lacks in size she makes up for in rage. Shredding me to the core with the pain in her wracked body. The mafia princess in her full glory as she rolls back her shoulders and gives me a hard shove. “Get the fuck off me!”

Fuck that. My hands encircle her wrists, and I diminish my force to ensure I don’t crush the fine bones under my fingers. “I’m not finished talking to you.”

“Well I’m finished with you. I’m tired of being humiliated. Now let me go!”

The agony in her voice slices through me, and I still. Shocked by her allegation. I’m hung over and my damn head’s spinning from booze and lust, but I know I can’t be hearing her right. “I may have fucked up more times than I can count, but I know I’ve never humiliated you.”

Straining against my grip, she keeps fighting for me to release her. Which will never happen. “That’s all you ever do.”

“Trouble, you’re going to have to explain it to me because I’m totally confused.”

Misery surges in me with the loss of her gaze. Unwilling to look at me. Her shoulders drooping as much as her fire fades. “When I held your hand you couldn’t get me off of you fast enough. And when I kissed you, you rolled away. It’s embarrassing that you don’t want me.”

No one has ever been more wrong than her in this moment. “Look down.” She draws in a shaky breath from the huskiness of my voice. From the need in my eyes and my touch and my body. “Look down at my cock and see how much I want you.”

Her forehead brushes my chin, and I breathe deep, relishing the enticing scent of her flowery shampoo with the top of her head near my lips as we stare at my dick bulging in my pants of its own volition. “I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you.”

“Then why do you keep rejecting me?”

“Because I’m an idiot.”

Once again I fuck up and have no choice but to let her go. Instantly, her arms cross over her chest in protection of her wounded heart. She still refuses to look at me. I force her to, sliding my fingers under her chin and lifting her exquisite face to mine. “If things were different I’d make you mine.”

“I want to be yours.”

Fuck. She is killing me. “You know that can’t happen.”

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Nikki writes contemporary romantic thrillers and admits to a weakness for bad boys, especially ones who can't live without the strong women they love. She spends more time in her characters' lives than her own. But, when she's in the real world, her passions include reading, wine appreciating, running, and spending time with her husband and daughter.

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Another Round

Title: Another Round

Author: Nikki Belaire

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: Taylor Sullivan

Release Date: September 30, 2019

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She knows I would die for her. Even if her father is the one who wants me dead.

A call I don’t expect. A job I don’t want. A hassle I don’t need. I’d protected his wife a long time ago, and now the notorious mob boss wants me to keep his daughter safe. I resist the tempting and troublesome mafia princess for as long as I can, but once I take her, there’s no going back, no giving her back. She thinks what we have between us is just a fling, but I know we’re forever. Regardless of what she says or her dad orders. 

Another Round is a friends-to-lovers, older man/younger woman mafia romance and touches on sensitive topics. Reader discretion advised. No cheating or cliffhanger.

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Relief floods my clenched muscles once we reach the landing. Only a few more feet, and she’ll be inside her apartment. Safe from danger. Safe from me. She pauses at the door and looks up. Hope bubbling in her expression where there shouldn’t be any. I shouldn’t have created any.

“Wait just a second. I’ll be right back.”

This isn’t good. I should tell her good night and lock the door behind her. Walk away literally and figuratively. Instead, I stand here waiting once again. Not impatient or irritated. Because I know she’s coming back, and she’s always well worth the wait.

Of course she’s fucking gorgeous when she does. A sparkling smile, glowing with joy and mischief, grows with each step closer.

“What are you up to trouble?”

She holds up the heavy pink blanket draped over her slender arm. “Want to be naughty with me?”

Impossible to resist with her eyebrow twerking up in challenge, I nod automatically. Without thought or reason for what’s right or logical or decent. My turn to be curious as to what she’s implying. She points to the silver metal ladder attached to the wall at the end of the corridor.

“Let’s go up on the roof and look at the stars again.”

Beyond wrong, but I can’t seem to tell her no with the excitement brewing in her expression as she flexes on her feet. Eager to climb up. Keen to learn more. “All right. For a little bit.”

I’d kill a man for keeping me from enjoying the ecstasy radiating in her from my agreement. As usual, she practically runs to the narrow access and I definitely have to run to catch up. I allow her to ascend the first three rungs before I scramble behind her. Sheathing her small body to mine to keep her from falling if she loses her grip. Our ascension is quick which is a blessing since I can’t think straight with her captured between my arms. Fighting against the overwhelming need to touch her more.

Adorable when she turns around after stepping onto the concrete and offers me her hand. Unwilling to offend her by declining her unnecessary assistance, I accept and squeeze her fingers in appreciation. But let go as soon as I’m up. Much to her dismay if the faltering grin is any indication.

Picking a spot in the middle, she billows the bedspread across the surprisingly dry and clean surface and kneels down to smooth the wrinkles. I sit beside her. Spreading my legs in front of me and crossing my feet at the ankles. Attempting to keep a virtual barrier between us as she crawls closer to me once she finishes her efforts.

She lays back on the cover. Silky hair splayed around her. Longer than when she first arrived since she hasn’t found a salon yet that she likes. Fucking crazy that I know this kind of personal girly stuff, but since she tells me everything, I know everything.

Except what she’s thinking right now. As she looks at me, rather than the dark expanse above us. Her soft gaze studies me, contemplative and inquisitive.

“Will you show me some more constellations?”

I have no choice. I have to lie down with her because how in the hell can I deny her request. As soon as my back hits the fabric, she scooches closer and curls onto her side. Friendly and innocent resting her head on my shoulder. Until she tucks her face into my neck.

Inhales my scent with a deep breath.

Fists my shirt with her small fingers.

Whispers my name with a needy murmur.

Hardens my cock with no effort at all.

Fuck.

“What are you doing?”

Barely able to get the words out, my voice rasps with the same desire that she conveys with her actions.

“I don’t know.”

Then we shouldn’t be doing this. Not if she’s as terrified as I am that we’ve gone too far. We can’t go back. We can’t undo what we’ve done.

Obvious she doesn’t agree. Not with her delicate hand cupping my face. I shouldn’t do it but I can’t resist and look down at her. So fucking perfect staring back up with a longing that mimics my own. Jesus.

I’m so fucking weak. I push it. Push her to see if she really wants this. Wants me. I roll over, pinning her underneath me. Raising up on my forearms to keep from crushing her. “You really are trouble.”

That accusation makes her grin. And caress her fingers over my short hair. And rise up to kiss me. Gentle and tentative and soft. Everything I’m not. But somehow I restrain myself and let her lead with tender brushes of her lips. “I know.”

She pulls back, smiling up at me. My cheeks fill her dainty palms from me smiling back down at her. Behaving like the gentleman she deserves and expects and knows. Tamping down the beast roaring inside me from the proximity of my hungry dick nestled between her legs. From the heat engulfing me with her trapped beneath me with no escape. From every inch of her body molding to mine without hesitation or fear.

“You are too.”

That I am. And, it’s unfair to her. I remain motionless. My question answered that she’s not ready. She can’t handle me or what I want to do with her.

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Nikki writes contemporary romantic thrillers and admits to a weakness for bad boys, especially ones who can't live without the strong women they love. She spends more time in her characters' lives than her own. But, when she's in the real world, her passions include reading, wine appreciating, running, and spending time with her husband and daughter.

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