Mazie Carmichael is determined to replace her broken B.O.B
and sate her desperate hunger—until she runs into the men responsible for her
ache. Eric and Evan Mandel are drop-dead gorgeous bikers and identical twins,
not to mention the flesh-and-blood embodiment of her fantasies. But their
knowing looks when they see the toy clutched in her shaking hand sparks
embarrassment that sends her running.
When the seductive brothers offer the kind of hands-on
relief mere toys can’t provide, will Mazie find the courage to embrace her
needs…or will self-doubt send her scurrying home unfulfilled?
Well, this is one steamy novella by Isabella LaPearl. Batteries Not Included was originally part of the Alphas of Sin Anthology. I must have missed that anthology because I definitely would have remembered this story. This is a quick story of children's book illustrator Mazie and identical twins (who happen to be models for Mazie's art class) Evan and Eric.
Right from the beginning you know this story is not one you'd want to read at work. Mazie starts off already craving an orgasm and then she runs into the twins while buying a new vibrator. From there they take over. They want Mazie and they let her know exactly how and how much. Mazie feels much the same, but she's a little more reluctant to pursue her interest. It doesn't take long for them to convince her.
I don't know which twin was sexier. At first Mazie can't tell them apart except for one little thing when unclothed, but as the story progresses you get to know their personalities and see that they're both unique and individual, even though both are extremely controlled, focused, and into Mazie.
If you're looking a very quick, hot novella, then this is it. I give Batteries Not IncludedFOUR STARS!
Isabella LaPearl is a USA Today bestselling author known for her collaboration with Shayla Black & Jenna Jacob for the Doms of Her Life Series. She enjoys writing sexy, erotic romance. A wife, mother, writer, reader and a love for riding motorcycles.
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Chella plays the game of Taking Turns with three men as she comes to terms with her sexuality. I’ve never been afraid of the dark...but that doesn’t mean I wanted to live in it. And maybe everyone wants what they can’t have, but I should’ve thought it over before I accepted the key and unlocked the door to their forbidden world. Number One is mostly silent. He watches me with them very carefully. His gaze never wanders. His interest never wanes. Number Two is mostly gentle. But it’s the other side of him I like best. The wild side. Number Three is mostly reserved. He refuses to cross the line. Even when I beg. It was carnal, it was sensual, and it was erotic. That’s it. That’s all it was supposed to be. A trip into the dark. A peek into the forbidden. I just didn’t expect to like them.
“You want it hard tonight?” I ask. “You want me to fuck you hard?” I grab her hair and pull, making her upper body lift up off the mattress. My other hand is digging into the flesh just below her hip.
I scoot back and reach under her thighs, drawing them up so she’s on her knees, and press her face into the pillow as I pound her from behind.
“Yeah,” I say, half speaking, half moaning. “You like it like this, don’t you? You let Bric fuck you like this all the time, don’t you?”
I reach around and smack her tit, which makes her yelp. A high-pitched yelp I’m not familiar with. For a second I think I’ve hurt her, and I slow down. But she backs up into me, covering my dick again. Burying it deep inside her. Everything is already so wet. She feels so goddamned good tonight.
“You fucking whore,” I say, letting go of her hair so she falls face-first back into the pillow. “You let Bric fuck you like this, Rochelle? You like the way he slaps you around? Hmm?”
Hell, I like the way Bric slaps her around. And as soon as that thought enters my head I laugh.
“Maybe we’ll do it rough next weekend. You want that? You want us to fuck you hard? Stick our dicks inside you at the same time?”
Another unfamiliar moan.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” I say, still kinda laughing. But then I let it go and just… fuck her. I grab onto her ass and do it hard. Pounding her with so much force, her head is inching closer and closer to the headboard of the bed.
I don’t stop when it finally makes it there. I just keep thrusting until the pounding is compounded by the headboard crashing into the wall.
She’s moaning. Close. So fucking close to coming. I reach underneath her body and strum her clit to the rhythm we’re making. She goes wild. Wild like I’ve never seen her before. Writhing, and moaning, and gasping for air.
I draw back, grab her hips, and flip her over, one hand pushing her head aside so her cheek is pressing into the pillow, the other one still playing with her pussy. I watch my dick as it slips in and out, just barely able to make it out in the dim, filtered light from outside.
I grab her hair, so fucking ready to come, and yank her head so she has to look at me. Her eyes are closed, but I don’t care. I press my hand over her mouth and close my eyes too. And then I spill inside her. Throwing my head back to let out a groan of relief.
Her legs are trembling from the exertion. Little spasms as she gasps for breath. I laugh a little as I roll off to the side and wrap my arms around her. “What’s wrong, baby? Too much for you tonight?”
No answer.
I bury my head into her neck and smell her hair.
“Did you get a new shampoo?” I ask. “You smell so different.”
No answer.
“You want a date with Bric on Sunday? Hmm? We can skip Smith if you want.” I kiss her neck and then pull back and open my eyes. Trying to get an idea if she’s up for this kind of fun. It’s been a while so I—
I blink my eyes. Three times, fast.
“Rochelle—”
“I’m sorry,” she says. “I’m sorry—”
But I’m up and out of the bed, fisting her hair and pulling her with me. She drops to the floor, whimpering.
“I’m sorry,” she says again.
“Who the fuck are you?” I ask. “Where the fuck is Rochelle?”
“I’m sorry,” she says. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
I lived in the dark for three years. My whole world revolved around the whims and happiness of three men. It was just a trip into the forbidden. A way out of a bad situation and forward into nothingness. Quin, with his easy smile and charming good looks. He was always there for me... Until he wasn’t. Smith, and his dispassionate attention. He was never there for me and he never regretted it. Bric, the one who listened, but only to himself. Self-absorbed, self-obsessed, and self-serving. He was never the one I wanted. And now he might be the only one I have left. It was good while it lasted, I guess. But it could’ve been so much more. It could’ve been so much better. And that’s why I’m turning back.
JA Huss is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than twenty romances. She likes stories about family, loyalty, and extraordinary characters who struggle with basic human emotions while dealing with bigger than life problems. JA loves writing heroes who make you swoon, heroines who makes you jealous, and the perfect Happily Ever After ending.
She’s the I’ve-Got-This of Happy-Ever-After…until a perfect
prince becomes her ultimate fantasy.
He’s just a client… So Lucy Fava tells herself when arriving on the
Island of Arcadia, desperate to save her wedding planning company by securing
the year’s biggest bash: a double Cimarron wedding. But first she must impress
the man holding the kingdom’s purse strings: Prince Shiraz Cimarron.
Beyond beautiful and unspeakably alpha, the
enigmatic male ignites every drop of Lucy’s blood—and a flood of dark,
dangerous fantasies. She vows to leave Arcadia as soon as possible, but when
Mother Nature grounds her, she can’t resist a taste of her fiery desire for
Shiraz.
It’s just a fling… The words become Lucy’s mantra, even as she
discovers the man beneath the three-piece suits, the soul hidden in his perfect
body, the lover beyond his regal kisses. The dominant fantasy she’s craved her
entire life…
It will change her forever. When real-life pierces their passionate bubble,
Lucy realizes how deeply seduction has become addiction, passion has turned
into need…attraction has deepened to love. But Shiraz has promised to be his
country’s hero by following through on a loveless marriage, meaning it’s time
for Lucy to cut her losses and run. Should be easy. She’s done this a thousand
times before.
Only never like this.
Never while cutting out her heart at the same
time.
Note: Each book of The
Cimarron Series can be read as a stand-alone story, though some readers may
enjoy the continuity of secondary characters when reading the books in order.
Every novel is a stand-alone story with a happy ending.
Book 3 of the series is the explosive love story
of Prince Shiraz Cimarron and headstrong American Lucina Fava…
Into Her Fantasies is the third book in the Cimarron series. It is about the youngest Prince, Prince Shiraz and wedding planner Lucina. Lucina's company is bidding on being the wedding planner for the joint wedding of Prince Evrest to Camellia and Prince Samsyn to Brooke. Note: To learn more about the other two Cimarron princes read the first two books in the series.
While I have read both of the other Cimarron books I do think that Into Her Fantasies could be read as a standalone. Lucina (or Lucy) doesn't know much about the history so it is summarized briefly by Shiraz. The synopsis is done in a way that it wouldn't make you feel like you've missed out (but the other books are both great so I suggest reading them).
All I can say is Shiraz, Shiraz, Shiraz. He is hot. He is gorgeous. He is sexy. He is Dominant. AND he's a Prince. Lucy is used to good looking men (she lives in L.A.), but Shiraz is like nothing she's ever seen before. He is a fantasy. He is Lucy's fantasy. Lucy is somewhat jaded, snarky, and constantly horny. It gets even worse when she first meets and gets starstruck by Shiraz.
Both Lucy and Shiraz know that they shouldn't be together, but they can't resist.
I loved this book. I loved both Shiraz and Lucy and I loved them together. I can't wait to read the next book in the series. I give Into Her FantasiesFOUR AND A HALF STARS!
Hi there. I'm Angel:
book lover, writing addict, hopeless romantic, pop culture geek and avid shoe
lover.
A bit about me...
I've been hooked on books since I was a kid but it got worse in my twenties,
when I discovered romances--the hotter, the better. Growing up in Southern
California, with lots of surfer manliness surrounded me, was certainly a good
boost for reading about delicious alpha guys and the women who adore them. When
I learned I had a knack for telling these stories too, I guess you could say I
was doomed--though my path toward romance novelist took a few detours via a
concert-reviewing gig for my college newspaper (free show tickets...backstage
passes...that was a no-brainer), artist interviews for a Beverly Hills dance
music mag, personal assistant work for a record producer, dance club disc
jockey, and a lot of fun in the hospitality industry.
These days, I still live in California, and have found an amazing alpha guy of
my own who was brave enough to marry me. We live on a street that looks like
Brigadoon, with our beautiful daughter. I have the best life ever, and never
forget to thank the Big Guy Upstairs for it, either.
