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Irresistible features loving couples who turn their deepest fantasies into reality—resulting in uninhibited, imaginative sex they can only enjoy together. Engage in a little sexting in A.M. Hartnett’s sizzling “Safe for Work” office tryst, and follow a kinky candidate for public office—and his lusty wife—in Alyssa Turner’s intriguing “Hypocrites.” Cole Riley’s moving “Same As It Ever Was” shows that makeup sex can be worth fighting for. As editor Rachel Kramer Bussel notes, the lovers in this daringly romantic anthology are “able to open up in the ways they do precisely because they have another person to rely on…We get to see how the layers of trust that have been built up get used to stoke the fire that burns between them.”
With contributed stories by Heidi Champa, A.M. Hartnett, Janine Ashbless, Cole Riley, Karenna Colcroft, Kate Pearce, Alyssa Turner, Elizabeth Coldwell, Rachel Kramer Bussel, Kris Adams, Delilah Night, Justine Elyot, Craig J. Sorensen, Tiffany Reisz, Kay Jaybee, and Donna George Storey.
KissinBlueKaren gives Irresistible 5 stars and says, “This book is deliciously good in a very monogamous kind of way.”
Amos Lassen says, “A book by Rachel Kramer Bussel always means excellent erotica.”
On Romance Novel News , Jennifer’s Weekly Reads mentions Irresistible as a recommended read and says, “I thought of all of the stories excellent, but particularly enjoyed Kate Pearce’s military-themed contribution titled “Warrior,” Karenna Colcroft’s “Out of Control” in which the dominant Reyn pushes Alia to accept her masturbatory urges, and Justine Elyot’s D/s’ story “The Netherlands.””
Excerpt from “Out of Control”:
She rolled onto her side facing him, and he put his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. “You woke me up,” she said accusingly.
“You mean you weren’t awake masturbating?”
Her face heated and she swatted his chest. He chuckled. Ever since she’d admitted to him a few days earlier that masturbating had always embarrassed her, he’d teased her about it. Not in a mean way, of course. Reyn was never mean to her. Since they’d met, he’d always used humor to try to help her deal with the issues she hadn’t realized she had until she’d found herself with a safe man, a man who loved her unconditionally.
“I thought you always masturbate if I’m not here to help you out,” he went on, laughter underlying his voice. “Isn’t that what that conversation was all about a couple weeks ago?”
“That conversation was about me trying to write a masturbation scene in a story,” she corrected. “As you very well know.”
He lightly rubbed her back. “Am I upsetting you?”
“No, you’re just being a pain in the ass.” She kissed him. “You tease me a lot.”
“If I didn’t, you’d think something was wrong.” He nudged her. “Turn over. I want to spoon with you.”
Slowly she turned onto her other side. He wrapped his arms around her, and she shimmied back against him. His hard cock pressed against her ass. As she registered his arousal, he covered her breast with his hand and squeezed gently. She moaned. She’d expected only a kiss good night. Apparently he had more in mind.
Which didn’t bother her in the least. She could sleep any time. During the summer, the time she had with Reyn became so limited they barely had time to kiss, let alone fuck. She’d forgotten how many days had passed since last time he’d come to bed with her, and her body responded eagerly to his advances now. Clutching his muscled arm with one hand to keep him from holding her too tightly, she rubbed her ass over his cock.
He slipped his hand down the neck of her nightshirt and tweaked her taut nipple between his thumb and forefinger, making her jump. Laughing, he did it again, with the same result. She couldn’t help laughing herself. He’d discovered how sensitive her nipples were purely by accident, and he delighted in her response when he played with her this way. To her, the tweaking and pinches almost hurt, but the pleasure outweighed the pain.
As did having Reyn take over and do what he wanted to her. She hadn’t yet admitted to him how much his domination turned her on. He wasn’t a Dom, by any means, just far more aggressive in bed than any man she’d been with, and a submissive streak she hadn’t known about had arisen because of it. Even though she had yet to let him take complete control—no matter what he did, she held onto at least a vestige of control, unwilling to give it up entirely—knowing he would if she allowed it turned her on.