Review: Corporate Temptress by Stacey Kennedy

I have a very special treat for you. Today I’m shining the spotlight on Stacey Kennedy and her latest release, Corporate Temptress. Below you’ll find all the book details, the beautiful cover (click it to see the book on Goodreads), the blurb, my review, excerpt, the buy links, Stacey’s bio and all the places you can find her on the web. Enjoy.

corporatetemptress_msr1Corporate Temptress

by: Stacey Kennedy

PublisherEllora’s Cave
ISBN: 9781419941092
Length: Novelette
Heat Level: Sizzling (BDSM Elements)
Release date: January 30, 2013
Price: $2.99


Evan needs to finalize the details of an important merger. Problem is, the deal has come to a standstill because of the rival company’s drop-dead gorgeous CEO. Frustrated as he is with the woman, Evan can’t keep his mind off Brooke’s overt sexuality. He demands she sign the paperwork or the deal is dead. But Brooke has demands of her own. She’ll sign the contract…for one night of no-strings sex.

That’s a lusty merger Evan can’t possibly refuse.


This is erotica done extremely well. I’m a big fan of Stacey Kennedy, love her voice. This is my first EC for men read and it’s obvious men will love reading this quick story told from the man’s POV. BUT, take notice ladies, you’ll love this too. It’s hot, yes, it’s smoken, plus the story has characters you’ll love. Brooke is definitely a temptress, she’s a powerful heroine and does not shy from taking what she wants. The story builds and builds and explodes at the perfect time. It’s quick, it’s hot, and it’s easy to recommend to both men and women. I give Corporate Temptress five-stars.

NOTE: I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest and fair review.


Copyright © STACEY KENNEDY, 2013

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Evan Marshall slowly stood from his seat, glaring down the long table of executives. “You accept now, or the deal is dead.”

Brooke Silverwood, CEO of Silverwood Bayes, a research and development investment company, leaned forward, giving him a full view of her cleavage. “I do believe we can do without the threats, Mr. Marshall.”

While this merger would bring together two powerful companies—his successful business, Marshall & Pasley, a research-based pharmaceutical and healthcare company, and Brooke’s multimillion dollar enterprise—the endless back and forth about the merger grated on his last nerve.

More to the point, each hour spent with her only increased his frustrations. He’d grown tired of being teased by her, whether she was aware of it or not. If something didn’t break soon, he’d bend her over that table, lift her skirt and bury himself deep into her cunt.

Too bad for him an ugly truth remained—business before pleasure, something he had to continually remind himself of. This deal would secure his company. His cock held no place in these discussions.

At his continuing silence, Brooke gave him a sassy smile then she glanced around the room, focusing on each of the men who made up her team. “Let me speak with Mr. Marshall alone for a minute.” Gesturing toward the door, she continued in her husky voice, “Leave us.”

Without hesitation, her team left the modern office and Evan snorted. Being a CEO of his own company, he could understand the power she held, but he wouldn’t have responded to her in that quick of a fashion.

Even over the past days, she held quite the presence and he admired that about her. But he wanted to teach the woman that not every man bent to her will. And he wanted to give her the lesson with her naked and beneath him.

Realizing his thoughts had once again traveled to a place he shouldn’t go, he stretched his neck, focusing his mind back into his brain instead of in his pants. He should never have offered to flesh out the details of the merger and should’ve sent his business partner Robert Pasley instead. Then he wouldn’t have suffered a 24/7 hard-on for days now, nor would he have spent every night and morning jerking off to ease the tension.

Robert had dealt with the merger up until this point, since he always managed the business end. Evan handled the employees and other in-office details. The partnership worked. This shit wasn’t anything he preferred.

As the thought raced through his mind, he also knew exactly why he’d come to New York City. His dick had led him there. That deep, sensual tone of Brooke’s on the telephone meetings had been the entire reason he came instead of Robert. He’d had to meet this woman.

Only problem?

The fantasy of her he’d built in his mind didn’t compare to the reality. He suspected that raspy voice wouldn’t belong to an attractive woman. Brooke, with her long, straight dark hair, womanly figure and pouty lips that he’d imagined sucking him off—a few times over—stunned him.

However, his marvel of her lasted a day. Now she merely frustrated him to no end, teasing him every day with her tight skirts, shirts that always fell open to show off her tits and her sexy legs.

Giving his head a shake to clear it, he watched her. Brooke remained at the head of the table, her baby blues lined with black makeup staying focused on him. “Mr. Marshall, I’m in agreement over the merger.”

“I’m glad to hear it, Ms. Silverwood.”

Her eyebrows rose at the obvious bite to his voice before her seductive grin slid back into place. “Before we close the deal, I believe there are some final details to work out.”

She stood from her seat then strode toward the door. His focus went straight to her heart-shaped ass clad in a black skirt, which hugged all her fine curves. Exactly how he liked his women; an ass that could take a pounding without fear he’d break her.

As he watched her strut, his dick twitched at the way her hips swayed. She might have moved with such grace without realizing it, but he didn’t much care. He’d love to see that body sliding so elegantly over his, drenched in sweat from a seriously good screw.

When she locked the office door, his semi-hard cock went rock-hard. What’s she up to? She turned back to him and her blue eyes had darkened, those sensual lips of hers parted. He straightened his back, tightening his fists at his sides as heat pooled into his groin.

“Now that we’re alone, we can agree on a few conditions.” Her voice had somehow grown throatier and his cock acknowledged the power her voice had over him by throbbing.

He followed her every step as she approached him. Those longs legs, perfect silky calves and fuck-me heels that brought his thoughts to X-rated places delighted him. “Conditions?”

She unbuttoned her suit jacket then tossed it onto one of the chairs. His mouth went dry. Her pink silk top hung delicately over her luscious frame. She had round and soft breasts that he could bury his face into and curves that no woman should possess, since they could be his undoing.

Once in front of him, she stared intently, angling her head up to meet his gaze, since she was a good bit shorter than he. “I’ll sign the deal. Merge the companies. But you have one condition to meet before I do.”

Am I imagining this?

The woman was a corporate temptress—not only did she succeed in business, but she succeeded in the art of seduction. He found himself captivated. From her husky voice to the confident twinkle in her gaze and even her choice of clothing appeared to tease a man. But was she coming on to him or was this wishful thinking?

He swallowed, refusing his instincts to grab on to her and see if her mouth tasted as good as it looked. “Again, what conditions?”

“The issue between us.”

He inhaled, catching a whiff of her sweet perfume, but beneath it, all he scented was aroused woman. “Issue?”

She slid her finger up his forearm in a slow, seductive caress and he tensed. “Now now, Evan. I never took you for a man who didn’t see things for how they are.” Her gaze followed the path her finger took and heat rushed through his veins. “You think I haven’t noticed how you fuck me with your eyes.”

Her blunt statement tightened his muscles. Women never spoke that like. Not unless he dreamed of it, then fantasized over it later. But what game was she playing? First she’d teased him for days and now she increased it? “Point being?”

“Well, you see,” her fingernail continued to trail up his arm, “for us to continue with this merger, we can’t have this distraction.”

That rich tone of hers drifted over him, making his desires rear up. The tickle from her nail awakened the part of him that wanted to bang her ruthlessly. Right now the merger happened to be the last thing on his mind.

“This deal will merge two top companies together and we need to focus to see it succeed.” Her gaze lifted and her tongue slid across her lip, drawing his focus to her luscious mouth. “How can we focus with this sexual tension between us?”

He paused, considering if he’d heard her correctly. Had the blood rushing to his cock somehow switched off his mind? “How do you want to fix that?”

She put her hand on his chest and as she slid it down his stomach, he gritted his teeth. That light touch of hers continued until she cupped his erection. “You get the merger.” She stroked him slowly. “I get this.”


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Stacey Kennedy’s novels are lighthearted fantasy with heart-squeezing, thigh-clenching romance, and even give a good chuckle every now and again. But within the stories you’ll also find fast-paced action, life-threatening moments, and a big bad villain who needs to be destroyed. She lives in Southwestern Ontario with her husband and two children. If she’s not plugging away at a new story—which is rare because her muse is annoying—you’ll find her camping, curling up with the latest flick, or obsessing over Sons of Anarchy, Supernatural and Dexter.

Stacey welcomes comments from readers. You can find her at:

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Breaking it Down with Jenna Owens author of Taught


by Jenna Owens

Publisher: Ellora’s Cave

EC for Men line

Release Date: January 16, 2013 TODAY!!

Length: Short Quickie

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As it turns out Social Media is pretty social. Today I’m sharing my new bestie with you. I’ve never met Jenna in person, but with a couple of tweets I knew we were going to get along well. Today she releases her first Quickie and couldn’t be happier for her. You might catch us doing the happy dance on twitter today. PLUS, I put her on the hot seat and got her to answer a couple of questions. But first, check out her BLURB, below the Q&A you’ll find a hot little tease that you won’t want to miss and at the very bottom you’ll find Jenna’s BIO and the BUY LINK. Enjoy 🙂


Dr. Collins has always fantasized about the female students in his college classes. Many of those fantasies focused on doing naughty things right in his own office, but he never expected one of his students, a sexy girl named Elizabeth, would have fantasies of her own, and that he plays a starring role in them.

For the entire semester, Elizabeth had had fantasies about Dr. Collins. Now she wants the real thing. She’s not looking for a relationship. All she wants is him. Inside of her. And Dr. Collins doesn’t have an advanced degree for nothing. He’s a smart guy, and he’s going to take advantage of the opportunity that’s literally landed in his lap.

Q & A:

Picture your favorite place in the world. Now, can you tell us a little bit about the place you’ve pictured?

It would have to be at home spending time with my kids.  There are no people in the world who know, understand, love, and accept me like my children do.

Think of the last book you read that made a lasting impression on you. What was it that made such an impression?

I haven’t finished it yet, but I am in the process of reading The Hobbit for the very first time, after watching the movie twice and loving it.  I plan to read the entire series this year.

I have always loved the fantasy genre, although I regretfully have neglected it over the most recent years.

I like the whole unlikely hero scenario. I think we all secretly wish we could overcome evil and protect people!

What turns you on creatively?

I find ideas everywhere-television, books, real life.  There are stories waiting to be told or created everywhere you look!

How did the idea for your current release come to you?

I saw a submission call, and was like AH HA! By George, I’ve got it!

What quality do you most admire in yourself? 

I have a huge heart. I always try to see the good in people and situations.

Which living person(s) do you most admire?

Children who are fighting cancer and their families.

What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?

I sure would like to try to be a billionaire! You know, just to see if I like it or not. That’s a profession, right?  😉

What is your greatest extravagance?

One thing I used to treat myself to monthly was $20 worth of extra dark chocolate truffles from Godiva. These delicious little pieces of heaven were dark chocolate, with dark chocolate inside, and rolled in cocoa. Unfortunately, the Godiva store near me closed, and I have had to go without them for over two years. *sob sob sob*

Tell us one thing that’s on your bucket list?

I started having children while I was pretty young, so one of the things I have not been able to do much of that I really want to is travel. Hawaii tops the list of places I want to go, but there is so much of the world that I want to see and discover!

What is your favorite music (genre/artist/album/song)?

Oh man, I am an oddball here. I like a wide variety of music. Everything from Broadway tunes to The Carpenters, Disturbed to Zebra.  I like country and some pop, and my one son has recently made me a fan of Dubstep. There isn’t a genre that I won’t at least explore, and I generally find something that I like.

Tell us a bit about the projects you are working on now?

I have another EC for Men in the works, and the beginning chapters of 2 novels started. One is a sweet, erotic romance. In the other, I am going to try my hands at erotic horror.


“Show me,” Elizabeth demands.

“Wha…what do you mean?”

“I want you to show me how you jerk off, Dr. Collins. I want to watch you.” She struts back to the desk across from me, pulls her skirt up, sits down and places her well-manicured hand down inside her panties. She does not begin moving them.

I’m staring at her, stunned into inaction. Of course I had fantasized about this very thing, but now that it really is happening, I’m not as confident as I’d been when it was all played out in my head. In fantasy, I had control over what was going on. Right now, I have no idea what is going to happen.

Elizabeth pulls her hand out of her underwear and looks at me impatiently. “Do you want to watch me work my pussy or not?”

I nod.

“Then you’d better get going. Fair is fair.” She stands and slides her flip flops and panties off. I see her round, firm derriere as she turns, then sits back down on the desk, naked ass slapping against the wood,  her feet on opposite corners so I have a view of her perfect pussy, glistening and slightly gaping. Her fingers hover above her cunt, almost, but not quite touching herself.


An incurable romantic with a naughty side, Jenna loves to discover where her characters take her as she tells their stories. Jenna lives in NY with Mr. Happily Ever After and her five children, two dogs and cat.

She loves to hear from fans! Feel free to contact her via social media or email.


Spotlight: Primal Song by Danica Avet and her writing habits

Primal Song by Danica Avet

Publisher:  Ellora’s Cave

Length:  139 pages

Sub-Genres: Paranormal, Shifter

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I have Danica Avet in the ehome today. Look at that cover. Very nice. Danica’s sharing her latest release, Primal Song, the blurb and the excerpt, and there’s a bit about Danica below. I also got Danica to share a bit about her writing habits. I don’t know about you, but her routine sounds pretty similar to mine. Interesting.

Take it away, Danica.

Danica’s Writing Habit

 For me, writing isn’t something I can just decide to do. As much as I try to keep to a routine, sometimes writing doesn’t happen the way I want it to. I won’t go so far as to say it’s all about the muse, but it’s close. I have to have the right mindset, the right characters, and the right music. I have to have a spark for my brain to get where it needs to be to put words to paper.

I do try to write every day, but if I’m not feeling the story, or I’m distracted by “real life”, it won’t happen. But in order to get in the mood, I have a certain set of things I need to do.

First off, I have to think about the story before I sit in front of the keyboard. I have to think about my characters, where their minds are and what they’ve just gone through.

Then, I let those thoughts simmer. I’m a big believer in using mundane things to let a story stew. I’ll play Angry Birds, or Words with Friends. I’ll surf the internet, check emails and Facebook, all the while I have the characters simmering in my brain.

When I’ve exhausted all of my delaying tactics, I get out my MP3 player and queue up the right kind of music to get me in the writing mood. Most of the time, it’s hard rock and I have a playlist I adore that makes me think of raw, hot sex. Perfect for an erotic romance book 😉

Once the pre-writing routine is finished, I start writing. Sometimes I go back over what I’ve already written, tweak this, tweak that, replace this word, or delete that scene. Then I dive in. Sometimes it’s like magic. I’m not even really thinking about the story sometimes. I let the characters drive the plot, the time I spent thinking about them helping me with their mannerisms, how they react, and when I’m in the groove, I’ll churn out massive word counts.

Funny thing is, this routine happens whether I’m just starting a story, or I’m halfway through one. It’s the same thing every time and it works for me. When I get stuck, I walk away from the book rather than pound out words that I’ll delete later. It has to be a creative element for me, or it feels too much like work.


Deputy Daisy Picou is not impressed when Ram Reinhardt prowls into town all rock star swagger and big cat ego. She’s been burned by a lion before and has no intention of playing the fool twice. But with one scorching glance the mating frenzy ignites and passion trumps reason. An intense first encounter levels Daisy’s reservations—and most of her living room. And she’s not so sure she minds.

Ram Reinhardt has burned through and brushed aside just about every adrenaline-inducing thrill life’s thrown at him. But Daisy sets the gold standard for a premium rush. Her combative personality should turn him off, but every time they fight they end up in bed, or on the floor, or against a wall—and the sex is always more combustible than the time before. And he’s not about to give that up. Ever.


Something banged on the front porch of the house, rousing her from her self-pity. It wasn’t a stealthy sound, but more like someone was trying to figure out how to get inside and didn’t care if anyone heard them.

Daisy pulled her service pistol out of the belt she’d left coiled on her nightstand. Some women kept lotions and sleeping masks or even books on their nightstands. Daisy left her gun and enough ammo to start a small war.

She climbed out of bed and toyed with the idea of getting dressed before she went to check on the noise, but another scraping sound prodded her into moving. She did throw a robe over her naked body and loosely tied it, not wanting to wave her girl parts at a potential burglar. Slipping through her house on silent feet, she wondered if one of the strangers in town had decided to try their luck at burglarizing a few houses. It was rare, but it did happen.

Adrenaline and a tinge of fear washed through her as she made her way in the direction of the sound. Those were definitely scraping, scratching sounds, as if someone was using a lock pick to open the door. Heart pounding in her chest, she eased to the window beside the front door and peeked out. And blinked.

There was a lion on her porch. A huge friggin’ beast with a thick, dark mane and the kind of fangs that belonged on the Discovery Channel. He had one paw on her front door and she watched in stunned disbelief as he tried picking her lock with one carefully extended claw.

The only lion shifter she was aware of in the area was the musician, but it made no sense for him to be here. What was he planning to do? Break in her house and sing at her? She bit back a snort. She wasn’t afraid of any big cat. Being a bear had its benefits, mainly that she outweighed most males in her animal form, but her bear wasn’t even fazed by this unexpected visit. In fact, it wanted to come out right now, not to attack, but to play. It thought the idea of a lion trying to break into their territory a great way to end the evening. Daisy sniffed deeply, drawing the scent of cat through the door and knew it was the musician. Beneath that wild, musky cat scent was a hint of the same male she’d been trying not to think about since she left the fairgrounds.

Shit. What was he doing here? She breathed deep again, trying to figure out his frame of mind. Was he pissed that she left the performance? She almost snorted at the thought. That would take listener satisfaction a little too far. But he smelled hot and agitated. Her head swam as something else filtered through her senses, making her body feel sluggish again.

Her lower body throbbed with want, her nipples tightened into near-painful points. She was getting turned-on. Seriously turned-on because she could feel dampness on her thighs as her moisture seeped from her channel.

He growled. The low, deep rumble sent a bolt of excitement straight to her clit and she gasped.

She reached for the door, not sure if she planned to tell him to get away, or invite him in. She wanted more than she ever had before, but he wasn’t what she needed, right? Only an idiot would open the door to a male who would use her and leave her. Apparently her horniness dropped her IQ by several points because she undid the lock and turned the knob.

But she’d waited too long and the lion had gotten tired of trying to pick the lock. The instant Daisy swung open the door, two paws landed on her chest, taking her to the floor.

The gun bounced out of her hand, sliding across the tile where it bumped up against the leg of a table. Five hundred pounds of big cat was a lot and it took a few minutes for Daisy to get her wind back. She wanted to curse when she did. If he was a serial stalker or something, she’d just lost her weapon and given him the dominant position. She was a fucking genius.

Hot, panting breath that carried the unmistakable scent of alcohol wafted over her face. Squinting against the hurricane of air, she saw the lion staring down at her with serious, yet slightly unfocused amber eyes.

“Get off of me,” she said calmly, even if part of her wanted to demand he shift and fuck her. Now.

He didn’t go away. In fact, he put his big paws to either side of her shoulders, effectively caging her in between his limbs. Her heart thundered as he lowered his head. Just when she thought he was ready to shift and take care of the need burning through her, he licked from her chin to her forehead, his rough tongue abrading her skin.

“Ew! That’s disgusting!” This was not what her pussy had hoped for when she opened the door.

She tried to roll away from him, but he caught her shoulder with his paw and ran his velvety muzzle along her cheek. The rumbling purr that vibrated from his chest rattled her bones. The coarse hair of his mane tickled her face and neck as he continued rubbing against her like a giant kitten.

His tongue snuck out, lapping at the side of her neck. It was one of her sensitive spots and she jumped with a giggle. Shit. She was supposed to be some badass cop and she was letting some strange cat tickle her.

“Stop it,” she ordered in a quivery voice he paid no mind to.

With his scent surrounding her, Daisy’s body heated until it felt as if she’d burst into flames. Her heart thumped. Oh God, she’d just spent hours talking herself out of doing something stupid like throwing herself at him and now he was in her house licking her. She panted as he went for the hypersensitive spot behind her ear.

Instinct demanded she participate in this madness. She reached up to the warm body hovering over her. The instant she touched his velvety coat, his fur faded away leaving nothing but warm, golden skin behind. Paws became hands on either side of her and the mane disappeared, but the slightly rough texture of his tongue remained as he came down on top of her.

“Oh God,” Daisy gasped when he tested her skin with his teeth.


She shook her head as the light coating of hair on his chest abraded her nipples, sending electric shocks straight to her aching core. “Huh?” she mumbled when his tongue danced over her collarbone.

“My name is Ram.”

“Uh-huh, do that again.”

His hot breath washed over her skin as he repeated the little love bite at the base of her throat. “I’d like to know your name in return,” he whispered against her skin.

Shivering from his erotic bite, Daisy whimpered her name. If he didn’t get this show on the road, she’d come without him and then she’d do as bears did and hibernate the rest of the night.

A big, hair-roughened knee slid between her thighs. Thighs that parted without any hesitation, making Daisy’s face burn with embarrassment. Was she so easy she’d just let some strange cat fuck her in the entryway of her home?


Danica Avet was born and raised in the wilds of South Louisiana where mosquitoes are big enough to carry off small children and there are only two seasons: hot and hotter. With a BA in History, she figured there were enough fry cooks in the world and decided to try her hand at writing.

Danica is the lucky pet of a compulsively needy dog and two cats. The pitter-patter of little feet has been known to make her break out into a cold sweat.

Writing is how she gives the voices in her head a way out. When she isn’t writing, working or contemplating the complexities of the universe, she spends time gathering inspiration from her insane family, reads far more than any sane person would want to, and watches hot burly men chase an oblong ball all over a field.

Thank you, Danica, for sharing about how you write and for sharing Primal Song with us. Congratulations.