Always Cambridge

Always Cambridge
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Tuesday, 26 July 2016

Release Blitz - Little Temptations [Second Chances 3] by Madison Street @madisonstauthor

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Author Note: This can be read as a stand alone; however, it is recommended to read prior novels first.

I’m an asshole; I know it, and I’ve never pretended to be anything else. I have a crazy flip switch temper but it made me the man I am today. I’m at the top of my game, a fighter with a reputation of a battler in the ring and an alpha in the bedroom.

I don’t have to chase women; they chase me. When I’m done with them, they’re left craving more. I’ve never needed more – never wanted more.


I’ve never wanted anyone so badly before, but my attraction to her could kill her.

Is the temptation worth the risk?

****Warning: This book contains strong sexual content, violence, and foul language. Intended for ages 18 and over. *****



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Madison Street was born in New York City and was raised in the Bronx, where she resided until she was 17 years old. After 9/11, Madison joined the United States Navy to serve her country.

During the deployments, Madison constantly wrote short stories and she discovered her passion for writing. You will find Madison always on the computer, whether she's on Facebook, designing websites, messing with Photoshop, or writing for her blog.




Release Blitz - No Second Chances by @MarissaFarrar #Romance

Title: No Second Chances
Author: Marissa Farrar
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR


When I was seventeen years old, I was told to stay away from Cole Devonport. Kids like him only ever meant trouble. I should have listened, but I didn’t, and surprise, surprise, I was the one who got hurt. But escaping Cole didn’t mean the end of my pain. Life has a way of screwing me over, and after joining the Army as a way of forgetting him, I suffered a loss I’ll never recover from.
So now here I am, back in the town I ran away from, with my alcoholic father apparently looking after me.
The last thing I need is Cole showing up on my doorstep because nothing has changed—with his prison tattoos and don’t-screw-with-me edge, Cole Devonport still means trouble...

I let everyone down all those years ago. I made mistakes and I’m not proud of them, but I’ve done my time and now I just want to keep my head down and get on with my life. I thought I was doing exactly that until I heard Gabriella Weston was back in town.
Despite what she thought, I was always in love with her. She might hate me, but whether she knows it or not, she also needs me.
I want to make it up to her, but with my past still trying to pull me down, perhaps it would be best if I just stayed the hell away like she keeps telling me to. Problem is, I can’t seem to resist her, and I’m the type of guy who always gets what he wants...

‘No Second Chances’ is a stand-alone, second chance, contemporary romance. It is a full length novel with no cliff-hanger!

Marissa Farrar has always been in love with being in love. But since she's been married for numerous years and has three young daughters, she's conducted her love affairs with multiple gorgeous men of the fictional persuasion.

The author of more than twenty novels, she has been a full time author for the last six years. She predominantly writes paranormal romance and urban fantasy, but has branched into contemporary fiction as well.

If you want to know more about Marissa, then please visit her website at You can also find her at her facebook page, or follow her on twitter @marissafarrar.

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Monday, 25 July 2016

Week 99 #MasturbationMonday Aim to Please #erotic

I may have shared this snip before but it goes with the meme Kayla provided this week. I couldn't resist. Hope you enjoy this naughty cyber snip from, Memories of Us.

“Okay. I’ll talk to you tomorrow?” 

She nodded and reached to disconnect the feed.
“Flash me,” I said before she cut us off. 

She hesitated then the classic Karis grin spread across her amazing features. 

She stuck her fingers in her shirt and made a great show of unveiling skin, inch by luscious inch. When she’d worked her top up far enough, she gave me a quick view of her boobs then covered back up. It was enough to give me wood though. From experience, I knew that when she wore a tank top, she seldom wore anything underneath, especially if she was lazing around the house. 

“No. Gimme more. Show me longer.” 

This time when she lifted her shirt she gave me a little shimmy and to my delight, her nipples had stiffened as well. 

“Mmm, I wanna lick ‘em.” 

She pulled her shirt down again.  

“Take it off, Kare.” 


“Come on. I’ll be able to go to sleep with your beautiful titties on my mind.” 

Pulling it over her head she tossed the shirt aside.  

“God you’re gorgeous, Karis. Touch them.” 

Her lips parted and she shrugged helplessly. 

“What, wild one? All of a sudden you’re shy?”  

She looked down, then trapped one nipple between her thumb and index finger. 

“Mmm, yeah,” I encouraged as she plucked at the taut bud. She had me on the edge of my seat. 

“Get comfy, baby. Lay back on those pillows and give those beautiful nipples a good going over.” 

I picked up my own laptop and made my way to my bedroom. The way this was going, I wanted to get cozy too.  

By the time I got settled, sitting propped up in my bed with my pants undone, and gave her my full attention again, she had both hands covering each breast, plumping the weighty flesh. 

“Damn, I wish I was there.” 

“I wish you were too,” she said, arching her back slightly.  

She took one finger and placed it her mouth, wetting it. Then she circled one erect nipple. 

“Do the other side, too,” I directed.  

She wet another digit. 
Fascinated and totally mesmerized I watched as she circled each breast in tandem. “Fuck me, Karis, that’s hot. Does it feel good?” Her eyelids had taken on that heavy look, like she might be slightly aroused. I was more than a little stimulated. My cock was throbbing already, reaching out of my underwear.  

 “It feels good. But not as good as your tongue. Not matter what I do, nothing feels that good.” She opened her palms and rotated.  

“Move lower, Kare. I wanna see you touch your pussy.”  

She slid her hand down her belly and into her shorts.  

“Are you wet?” 

“Mmmhmm.” She nodded. 

“Let me see. Take your shorts off.” I was getting so excited. 

“You too? Can I watch you too?” Her voice had taken on a sexy, raspy quality.  

I rushed to get my pants off but kept my gaze riveted on the screen. As I fumbled around like a lunatic, every move she made was sensual.  

“Oh, Call, you’re so hard.” 

“Tell me about it,” I said. “You’re driving me crazy.” 

“Hey, you started this,” she said in accusation.  

Gloriously naked now, she lay out on the bed and tried to angle the laptop just so. 

“No, no, pull your knees up and position your computer right between your legs. I wanna see everything.” I blew out a harsh breath. 

“Call…” She hesitated. 

“Please babe? Let me see your sweet pussy.” 

Once she stopped moving, I had the most amazing view of her cunt. Bare and smooth, exactly the way I liked.  

“Beautiful,” I breathed, wishing for the thousandth time I was there. I wanted to suck on those gorgeous swollen lips. “My fucking God, I’m gonna cum in about thirty seconds. Touch it, Kare.” 

“You first.”  

I fisted my cock, not wanting to give it too much attention. Simply watching her had me on the very edge. A little stimulation and it would be all over for me and I so wanted to enjoy watching her jill herself. 

“Does it feel good?” she asked. 

“Mmm, not as good as when I have your greedy little hands wrapped around me. Or better yet that hot talented mouth of yours.”
She placed her hand atop her mound, and as if in slow motion, she brought her middle finger into my line of vision. She inserted it just inside her pussy, the tip barely disappeared, then she dragged it up to her clit.  

“Open up a little, Karis, let me see…” I groaned long and loud when she parted those pink puffy lips with her fingers. 

“Christ, that’s nice!” 

Her finger vanished into the dark abyss and I had to tighten my ass cheeks in an attempt to slow down my racing eagerness. 

“In and out,” I instructed, eyes glued. “Are you getting there, Karis? Are you close?” 

She made a non-committal sound that made me think I was going to climax way before she was. I released my cock, hoping that would help me last. 

“Diddle that delicious clit, baby.” When she moved to do it, her cunt shimmered. “Oh, my God, Karis, you’re so wet, I can see you glistening.”  

“Slippery,” she murmured. Her back arched and I hoped she was close. “The way you like it.” 

“We are so gonna do this again when we’re together. I am so gonna watch you play with yourself. Then I can slide right into you and enjoy your slick cunt. You’re making my fucking mouth water. I want to suck on you so bad. I’d roll that tasty clit between my lips. I’d fuck you with my tongue.” 

She gasped, her hips rolling.  

“Circle it, Karis. Faster!” 

“Oh, Call!”  

“Get it, Karis. Come for me.” 

Her thigh quivered and then she bucked almost violently. I saw her opening clench and I had to grab my dick. My balls tightened and I came with her, jizz erupting in strong spurts all over my stomach and chest. She whimpered as she continued to finger fuck herself, her hips listing. She dragged out her orgasm, making me almost jealous of how long she’d been able to keep it going. 

For a moment, the only sound was our harsh breathing and the squeak of the bedsprings as she calmed. 

When I could speak again, the best I could do was say, “Wow.” 

She turned over then pulled the laptop around so I could focus on her face. She balled up a pillow under her arms then rested her chin. 

Her eyes were heavy. Sexy. 

“You look sleepy now, beautiful.” 

“I am. But I need my Call pillow to cuddle up to.” 

“I wish. I’m gonna go clean myself up. You made me make a mess here.” 

“I aim to please,” she mumbled, eyes closed now. 

“Talk tomorrow, babe.” 

“’Kay, tomorrow. Thanks for the orgasm, pretty boy.”

Evernight     Amazon 

Call Barstow spent the better part of his teenage years fighting off the sexual advances of Karis Hirt. Gorgeous, wild, promiscuous, and his best friend, Trey’s little sister, to boot. This in the teenage boy vernacular is referred to as pure unadulterated hell!

Determined to keep his friends from his sister, Trey swears all his buddies to a hands-off-the-sister pact, which Call takes very seriously. Call’s pledge is only made more torturous when the sensual little vixen, Karis, is determined to make him break his vow. But his constant rejection only drives her to rebel, leaving her reputation in tatters.

Years later, Karis resurfaces in Call's life—a subdued version of the wild child he remembers. Suddenly the pact doesn’t seem important anymore, nor does her spotty reputation. As Call begins to reconcile the past-and-present Karis, he is inundated with memories of her and soon finds himself head over heels with the girl who consumed his youth.

Can Call not only forget but overlook her shadowed sexual history for a bright new future? Or will Karis’ wild past only lead to their eventual ruin? 

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Saturday, 23 July 2016

#MySexySaturday Sexy Crush - a snip from #romanticsuspense Always Cambridge

Welcome to the 151st week of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme: My Sexy Crush

Readers, please visit us at our new Author Central where we’ll be sharing even more from our authors besides Saturday’s snippets. We’d love to have each and every one of you there as we’re starting new things this month with fun and prizes along the way.

This week's theme is perfect for the Always Cambridge series. Here's a snip from the first book in the series...

I’d always thought it was sweet that she had a crush on me. Yeah, I knew. You’d have to be blind not to see that. It gave me a giant ego boost. But I never encouraged it. I kept things professional. But in the last few weeks, I’d learned so much more about her. Gotten to really know her. It had become personal. I shouldn’t have let it, but it was impossible. She was an incredible person. She was innocent and sweet. Giving and forgiving. Young in some ways, but so mature in others. She was caught in this world not of her making, trying her damnedest to live a good life and be a good person. And what did it get her? Why were we sitting here like this? 

 I rested my forehead on her arm as I played with her fingers. “Holly,” I called for the hundredth time. The nurse said to talk to her, and physical stimulation might help too, to bring her out of the unconsciousness. I ran my fingertips softly up and down her arm.

“God! Holly! Please wake up!” I hadn’t prayed in…Well, I’m not sure if I’ve ever actually prayed for anything in my life. But I asked whoever was up there looking after beautiful souls like hers to please bring her back. She had so much to give, so much life to live. She was so incredibly smart and good. Would God not want her here doing the good things only she could do? Please send her back to me. I’ll change. I’ll try to be good. Like her. For her. Please. My eyes stung.  

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Friday, 22 July 2016

New Release - Bad Teddy Bear by @GaleStanley #gay #bdsm

Writers get ideas in so many different ways. The plot for BAD TEDDY BEAR came to me while watching a football game. Of course, I missed all the good plays because most of the action was going on inside my head. And now here it is in an ebook.

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer


Down and dirty sex. That’s the name of the game for Theodore West. 

They still call him Bear, even though his days in pro ball are over. Plenty of men are still anxious to be topped by the Bear and he’s happy to oblige as long as his partner understands the rules. No strings and no repeats.

Bear could win an academy award for his alpha-player performance, but in reality, he’d love to give up control. He’s a big man who likes the idea of being topped by a twink. In college, he found the perfect lover, but he dumped him rather than risk tarnishing his image. When Finn shows up, he turns Bear’s world upside-down. But, can the Bad Teddy Bear finally accept his submissive side?


The musky scent of sex filled Bear’s nostrils. Revved up, he pounded away at the man under him. Each forceful thrust brought a grunt from Bear and an answering groan from Jack… Whatshisname?

“Gotta come. Bear, please.”

Bear was close too. He reached around and fisted Jack’s dick. He started pumping—

“Fuck.” Jack’s balls drew up tight and he soaked the mattress with his cum.
Bear followed. A few seconds later, he pulled out and rose on his knees to remove the condom. Drained, he lay on his back panting, and ran a hand through the damp matted hair on his chest. Before Bear could protest, Jack leaned over and planted a sloppy kiss on his lips.

What the fuck!

Smooching might be fun for some guys but Bear considered it a sexual speed bump. Something to be tolerated in order to get to the good stuff. Well the good stuff was over and Bear wasn’t interested in lovey-dovey bullshit. Sure, he had feelings, but they were all below his waist. Sex was a biological urge like being thirsty or taking a piss. Once he satisfied an urge, he was done. End of story.

Jack snuggled against his body. “That was great, Bear. When I recognized you at the minimart, I never thought I’d end up getting fucked by the Big Bad Bear.”

“Guess this was your lucky day.”

“I’ll never forget that play you made right before you got injured. You could have been one of the greats.”

For crying out loud. Bear didn’t need the reminder. He could replay every second of that night in his head.

“But you’re still built like a brick house. Hot. As. Hell. Blah, blah, blah…”

Jack’s words were a low, insistent drone in Bear’s ear, like a bunch of honeybees buzzing around his head. He tuned them out, grunted and sat up. Pillow talk bored him. Careful of his aching knees, he swung his legs over the side of the bed.

“Hey. You don’t have to go. Stay. I’ll order a pizza.”

Bear stood up and finger combed his shaggy brown mane. He never spent the night. Just like he never brought a hookup back to his place. Even if he didn’t work nights, and have the old man to worry about, he wouldn’t do a sleepover. What was the point? He got what he came for. His sexual tension had been relieved and he felt good. Why spoil it with a cuddle. Cuddlers were space invaders and intimacy made a guy vulnerable.

Bear picked up his clothes. “Gotta go to work.”

“Where? Call me—”

Bear slammed the bedroom door behind him and struggled into his jeans. Jack didn’t follow. Guess he finally got the idea. Jack knew what he was getting. Or not getting. Bear always laid down the ground rules before hooking up. No long-term relationships. Some guys thought a good fuck would change everything. Ahh, sorry Jack. It wasn’t that good. Not for me, anyway.

Bear gripped his car keys and left Jack’s apartment. He had just enough time to stop home, shower, and put the old man to bed.

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Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.
Some things never change.