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Author Spotlight: Alessandra Torre

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AT headshot - red dressA New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author, Alessandra Torre has written eight novels, four of which became #1 Erotic Bestsellers.

Her first book, Blindfolded Innocence, became a breakout hit, rising to the top of the charts on Kindle and Amazon where it attracted the interest of major publishing houses and garnered Torre her first print deal with Harlequin HQN. Less than twelve months later, Torre signed a second print deal, this time with Redhook (Hachette) for her erotic thriller The Girl in 6E.

From her home near the warm waters of the Emerald Coast in Florida, she devotes several hours each day to various writing projects and interacting with her fans on Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest. Happily married and with one son, she loves watching SEC football games, horseback riding, reading and watching movies.

 

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Sex. Love. Repeat.

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I love two men. I screw two men. I am in a relationship with them both, and they are both aware there is another. That is all they need to know, that is all I let them know. They don’t need to know a name; they don’t need to know anything but that they are not alone in my heart.

They have accepted the situation. Stewart, because his life is too busy for the sort of obligations that are required in a relationship. Paul, because he loves me too much to tell me no. And because my sexual appetite is such that one man has trouble keeping up.

So we exist, two parallel relationships, each running their own course, with no need for intersection or conflict. It works for us, for them, and for me. I don’t expect it to be a long-term situation. I know there is an expiration date on the easy perfection of our lives.

I should have paid more attention, should have looked around and noticed the woman who watched it all. She sat in the background and waited, tried to figure me out. Saw my two relationships, the love between us, and the moment that it all fell apart.

She hates me.

I don’t even know she exists.

She loves them. I love them.

And they love me.

EVERYTHING else hangs in the balance.

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The Girl in 6E

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I haven’t touched a human in three years. That seems like it would be a difficult task, but it’s not. Not anymore, thanks to the internet.

I am, quite possibly, the most popular recluse ever. Not many shut-ins have a 200-member fan club, a bank account in the seven-figure range, and hundreds of men lining up to pay for undivided attention.

They get satisfaction, I get a distraction. Their secret desires are nothing compared to why I hide… my lust for blood, my love of death.

Taking their money is easy. Keeping all these secrets… one is bound to escape.

What if you hid yourself away because all you could think of was killing? And what if one girl’s life depending on you venturing into society?

Enter a world of lies, thrills, fears, and all desires, in this original thriller from A. R. Torre.

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Brant:

Became a tech billionaire by his twentieth birthday. Has been in a relationship with me for 3 years.

Has proposed 4 times. Been rejected 4 times.

Lee:

Cuts grass when he’s not banging housewives. Good with his hands, his mouth, and his cock. Has been pursued relentlessly by me for almost 2 years, whether he knows it or not.

Go ahead. Judge me. You have no idea what my love entails.

If you think you’ve heard this story before, trust me – you haven’t.

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My name was Hope. Three years ago, I was yanked from my life and put into this cell. Now, I go by a new name. I live a new life. I do what I’m told and try not to fall in love with the man who imprisons me.

Do not think of me as a captive.

This is not a story about servitude.

This is a story about strength.

 

 

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Do Not Disturb (Book #2) – Coming April 21st

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Equal parts Dexter and 50 Shades, this is the eagerly awaited follow-up to the daring erotic thriller, The Girl in 6E, by A.R. Torre.

  1. Don’t leave the apartment.
  2. Never let anyone in.
  3. Don’t kill anyone.

The rules were simple and I broke them.

Now I must face the consequences.

Everyone else must face me.

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I was happy in my small town. In my life as a single, thirty-two year old woman. I had a good job, wonderful friends, my independence.

I also hadn’t been laid in three years. Hadn’t been on a date in two. Had stopped counting calories and wearing makeup… a while ago.

Then Brett Jacobs waltzed in. Caressed my thigh, dug rough fingers into my hair, lowered his soft mouth to my skin, took sexual control of my mind and stirred it all around with what he packed in his pants. He flipped my quiet life upside down and crawled into a place in my heart I thought was dead.

The issues?

His secret.
Her.
The fact that I don’t even know she exists, and he thinks she’s dead.

Everything is about to hit the fan and I can’t hold on to him tight enough.

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A New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author, Alessandra Torre has written seven novels, four of which became #1 Erotic Bestsellers.

Her first book, Blindfolded Innocence, became a breakout hit, rising to the top of the charts on Kindle and Amazon where it attracted the interest of major publishing houses and garnered Torre her first print deal with Harlequin HQN. Less than twelve months later, Torre signed a second print deal, this time with Redhook (Hachette) for her erotic thriller The Girl in 6E.

From her home near the warm waters of the Emerald Coast in Florida, she devotes several hours each day to various writing projects and interacting with her fans on Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest. Happily married and with one son, she loves watching SEC football games, horseback riding, reading and watching movies.

Torre has four books slated for release in 2015. To stay informed, consider subscribing to her popular monthly newsletter

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SALE – $0.99 INNOCENCE TRILOGY BY ALESSANDRA TORRE

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Blindfolded Innocence

“I’m not sure what you have been told about me, but I’m not nearly as bad as they make me out to be.” His deliciously deep voice carried a little bit of ego.

I’m sure you are exactly as bad as they make you out to be….

Brad De Luca is used to getting whatever and whomever he wants. The premier divorce attorney in town, he’s a playboy who’s bedded half the city–including his own clients. And when the newest intern at his firm poses a challenge, his seductive prowess goes into overdrive.
Pre-law student Julia Campbell is fresh off a failed engagement and happy with her new independence. Even if she weren’t warned away from Brad at every turn, she’d know he was bad news. The last thing she needs is a man who could destroy her job prospects, not to mention her innocence. But before she knows it, the incorrigible charmer has her under his spell. His deviant tastes plunge her deep into a forbidden world of sexual exploration…but her heart may not survive the fall.

 

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The man was sinful. It wasn’t just the looks that made him dangerous, it was the cocky confidence that dominated every move, every touch. And the frustrating yet ecstatic fact about the whole package was that he could back it all up…

Julia Campbell never knows what to expect with win-at-all-costs Brad De Luca. And she’s starting to like it that way. She gave up safe, conventional relationships when she let the elite divorce attorney seduce her into his world. Now that he’s determined to strip her naked of every inhibition, she’s in danger of falling too deep and too fast.

But their affair begins to feel even more dangerous when a murder leaves a trail of suspicion that points straight to the mob…and Brad. Trusting a man with a bad reputation and a past full of secrets seems like a mistake. But when she’s forced to make a choice, the consequences will take her further than she could ever have imagined.

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Title: Black Lies
Author: Alessandra Torre
Genre: Erotic Romance
Releasing: August 25th
Cover Photo: Lauren Watson-Perry, Perrywinkle Photography

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Brant: Became a tech billionaire by his twentieth birthday. Has been in a relationship with me for 3 years. Has proposed 4 times. Been rejected 4 times.

Lee: Cuts grass when he’s not banging housewives. Good with his hands, his mouth, and his cock. Has been pursued relentlessly by me for almost 2 years, whether he knows it or not.
I love 2 men. I want 2 men.
If you think you’ve heard this story before, trust me – you haven’t

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About The Author:

Alessandra Torre is a USA Today Bestselling author who focuses on contemporary erotica. Her first book, Blindfolded Innocence, was published in July 2012, and was an Erotica #1 Bestseller for two weeks.

Alessandra lives in the gulf coast of Florida and is married, with one young child. She enjoys reading, spending time with her family, and playing with her dogs. Her favorite authors include Lisa Gardner, Gillian Flynn, and Jennifer Crusie.

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The Devil In Me By K.I. Lynn

The Devil in Me
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In search of strength and guidance at a nearby church, Jared happens upon a temptation. One he cannot hope to resist. Each time he sees her, the overwhelming urge to have her consumes him. The lust is overpowering, dragging him deeper and deeper with each encounter, exposing the devil within.
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The nerves on my neck lit up, tingling down my side. It woke me from my trance, and I turned to find innocent eyes looking at me from one row up on the other side of the aisle. When our gazes connected, she didn’t flinch, her eyes didn’t widen, but a slight blush did appear on her cheeks.
The strange current continued to move through me.
I was caught, roped in, staring at her.
She seemed young—early twenties maybe. I went from studying Jesus to studying the woman who called to me. That was the only way I could explain the firing off of every nerve ending in my body.
She had large, blue doe eyes that bored into my soul. Dark brown, wavy hair curled around her smooth, pale skin and full cheeks. She nabbed her full bottom lip with her teeth before looking away, hiding from me.
It didn’t stop me from staring at her. I tilted my head to the side, forehead scrunched as I tried to figure out what the hell had just happened—and why my cock was so hard. It was just a look, but at the same time, it felt like so much more. A connection, and not that love-at-first-sight bullshit.
Base level between a man and a woman—a need that populated the earth.
Our strange interaction caused images of fucking her on the altar to course through my mind. Was she as untouched as her innocent face suggested? She looked soft, inviting, and corruptible. How would her full hips feel beneath my hands as I thrust my cock into her?
I turned back to the front and began to ask for forgiveness for the things I was thinking about doing to her. My dick, however, continued to dream. A small groan slipped from my lips, and her head snapped up. I cupped my cock through my jeans, adjusting it so it didn’t press so hard against the seam. It twitched against my palm as she squirmed in her seat.
Fuck.
I sat still, staring at her profile. Her lips parted, skin pink, and she moved her ass again. I blew out a breath to calm myself. It was ridiculous. I was just horny because I hadn’t had sex since Monica gave me a break-up fuck three months prior.
After a few minutes, she stood and headed to the confessional. I couldn’t help but turn to look at her delectable ass as she walked. Soft curves called to me, begging me to touch them, own them.
As soon as she stepped out of sight, I ran down the steps to the restroom and locked myself in. I splashed some water on my face, staring at the image in front of me. Someone else stared back. My brown eyes were almost black, lids heavy with a force of lust I’d never experienced.
My teeth clenched, muscles coiled tight as my hips rocked, searching for her. I grabbed hold of the sink, my breath heavy and hard.
What is wrong with me?
It was overpowering. An internal battle for control waged as consuming need pumped through my veins. I popped open my jeans and pulled my cock out. It didn’t matter that I stood in the bathroom of a church—I had to get off before I went insane.

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Paige Matthews has a lot to learn, and more than just about being an intern with the F.B.I. Inexperience with all types of relationships leaves her looking for a new place to live. Eli Chambers and his partner, Cain Maddox, are looking for a roommate. It’s the perfect arrangement, but one that will change all their lives forever.

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He interrupted, pulling me closer to him on the bed. “Baby,” he said softly. “It’s because I see that chemistry going back and forth between you and Maddox…and, I guess I’m just not sure if there’s enough of that same chemistry—in you—left over for me. Because I know that there’s plenty in me left for you—if you want it, I mean.”
And I think he might’ve just blushed right then, like a guy that was wearing his heart on his sleeve—just putting it right out there and so worried that it might not be enough.
But it was enough.
It was more than enough.
“Oh Eli,” I sighed, “I can’t believe you’ve told me all of this, but I am so fucking glad that you have.”
Our eyes met and locked. In that moment, everything that Cain Maddox had assured me of since we’d given in to our feelings was coming true.
I leaned over and brushed my lips softly against his, waiting for him to snake his arms around me and pull me against to him.
I didn’t wait long until that was exactly what he did.
We kissed and it was unfamiliar, but it was sweet. And every second, it became sweeter. I felt myself warm to his touch; my belly tingled with anticipation of where he might touch me next and I wanted him to touch me in different places.
He turned and pulled me into his lap, his fingers tilted my chin back so that his eyes could study mine and I saw the warmth fill them.
“God, baby. We’re going to do this.”
He lifted me up into his strong arms, carried me to their room, and gently deposited me on their bed. The same bed that I had shared with Cain, I was now going to share with Eli and I wanted it. I wanted it more than I thought I ever could.
“Get undressed,” he ordered, “We’ll do the sensual shit another time, but for right this second, I need to be inside of you and claim you as mine, too.”
God, his words made me wet and yeah, that surprised the hell out of me as well. I scrambled to do as he ordered, shedding my clothes quickly; leaving my thong on so that he would be the one to relieve me of it when it was time…
He was standing there naked and he was every bit as beautiful as Cain. His body was well-muscled and his belly flat. He had a lighter complexion than Cain, but God he was beautiful in a “golden-boy” sort of way. I felt myself getting wet just in anticipation of what would happen next.
He opened the bedside table drawer, and pulled out a handful of condoms.
Holy shit.
He pushed me back against the pillows on the bed, his eyes taking in all of my nakedness with a hunger. He straddled me with his strong, muscular thighs, leaning forward to capture my lips with his.
I laced my arms around his strong neck, pulling him in closer. I felt his fingertips lightly caressing my breasts, slowly and methodically tugging at my nipples until they grew hard for him. He moved his mouth to one, his tongue circling the soft peaks, and his fingers gently kneading my breast so that he could begin suckling.
I drew in a sharp breath as he took the nipple into his mouth and sucked hard on it, my pussy now fairly soaked in anticipation. I needed him inside of me every bit as much as he wanted to be there.

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WORTH BY SHAY SAVAGE – BEND ANTHOLOGY

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An injured Roman Tribunus finds comfort in the touch of the slave commanded to tend to his wounds. As a slave, her value is measured as a couple of coins, but as Tribunus Faustus learns more about her, he begins to understand her true worth.
Still, a man of his station can never acknowledge feelings for a slave, and she is already owned by another man.

 

 

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Aia squeezed my hand gently before releasing it and moving back to her bench. She reached for a cloth and dipped it in a bowl of water and then ran the cool cloth over my forehead and down the side of my face. She continued, apparently determined to wash whatever remained of the blood of battle away from my flesh.
I closed my eyes and evened out my breaths as her ministrations lulled me. My shoulders still ached from the constant position against the bed, but I tried not to think of the discomfort. When I opened my eyes, I saw Aia looking down my body and couldn’t help but respond with a smile.
“Do you still think of it?”
Aia looked back at me.
“Of what, Faustus?”
“My cock pressed against your belly.”
She looked away, but I could still make out the crimson shade of her cheeks and neck in the glow of the candles on the table. I wanted to reach out and grab her hand again, but she was too far away.
“I’m still in need of distraction,” I reminded her.
“I think you need sleep,” Aia rebutted. Her lips pressed together, and I was sure she wanted to comment further, but chose not to do so. I found my eyes drawn to the front of her dress as she leaned over me, partially exposing one of her breasts.
Despite the discomfort, my cock took notice.
“Distract me,” I commanded again.
“I think you know everything about my life now, Faustus.”
“Then distract me another way,” I suggested. I kept my eyes on her, and when she looked to me, I raised an eyebrow and smiled suggestively.
Aia turned to drop the cloth in the bowl, and I watched her eyes as she looked down my body. From my supine position, the state of my cock was becoming noticeable. Her blush returned, and she looked back to the bowl again. Her hand trembled slightly as she wrung out the cloth and hung it beside the table.
Reaching out, I took her wrist and guided her hand to the hard length of my cock.
“How long will it be,” I asked with lowered voice, “until I can fill you with this?”

 

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Interview with Shay Savage:

When did you start writing?

I’ve always had stories in my head begging to be released. I first published in December of 2012 when I released Otherwise Alone, the first book in the Evan Arden trilogy.

What were you very first stories about?

The first real novel I wrote was fantasy/erotica. It was violent and dark. I set if off to the side for a year or so after writing it, and when I went back to read it again, I decided it was crap. It’s never seen the light of day. I continued along the erotica path, but focused more on the psychological and crime. I do play a fantasy based erotica story for 2015.

Have you always written male POV?

Not always, but as I delved more into first person perspective, that’s where my focus has been. Many people have asked if I really am a woman (yes, I am – ha!), but my interests lie in more male-dominated activities and most of my friends are men. I think I have a pretty good understanding of how they think.

How do you choose your character’s names?

Usually from friends (with their permission) or soccer players. Many times I’ll check out those “behind the name” websites to choose last names for characters. I like finding a name that fits a major personality trait of my characters. Example: Sebastian Stark. Sebastian is from the Bayern Munich/German national team player Sebastian Schwansteiger, and Stark means “strength”.

How do you write your stories? Chronological order, sections?

I vary a lot on this. Usually I start a story with a scene that comes into my head. That scene could be anywhere in the story, from the very beginning to the climax. I’ll build around that scene. For the most part I write from the beginning to the end, but I will jump around a lot as well. I always write the smut scenes from the orgasm backward. I don’t know why, it just works better for me that way.

Did you always plan on self-publishing?

I debated for quite a while, but my need for control has led me down the indie path. I like how quickly I can go from finishing the writing to actually having the book available for people to read. It works for me. I’m still trying to get the hang of the business side of it, but I’m making progress with a lot of help from other authors and friends.

Was it a hard decision to quit working to become a full-time writer?

It really was. I toyed with the idea when I changed jobs in early 2012, but decided to stick with the day job. At that point, I hadn’t published anything though I planned to do so. I worked as a manager in the IT field and made good money, so going into the unknown was pretty frightening. For better or worse, conditions at my workplace combined with the success of Surviving Raine gave me the kick in the ass I needed to give it a shot. I’m really glad I did!

Many people consider Surviving Raine and Transcendence two great romance stories. Do you consider yourself a romance writer?

Obviously romance plays a key role in what I write, but to me it’s a side note and not the main story. I like to understand people’s behavior and what goes on in their heads to make them do the things they do. After college, I worked with a lot of kids from terrible backgrounds, and I’ve always been fascinated with the reasons a bully becomes a bully (or an alcoholic, or a hit man). I like to think of my stories as psychological studies first, full of intense action-based plots second, and erotic/romantic in nature is third.

What is your favorite genre to read?

I read a lot of fantasy books, some sci-fi, and a decent amount of erotica. I always look for stories that are going to keep me guessing and not follow a formula. The writing has to be really good to hold my interest. I’m surprised at how much out there doesn’t follow some of the basics of fiction writing, and I shy away from anything that hasn’t been properly edited. I see this just as much in traditionally published fiction as I do with indie authors.

Do your parents or children read your stories?

My parents have read many of them, though I don’t think they have read all. They’re very supportive and proud of me. They’ve given a lot of my books to my grade school teachers (my parents both taught in my elementary school), which is a little bizarre for me, so I don’t think about it too much. My daughter is a voracious reader, but too young to delve into what I write at this point, and my college-age son pretends I don’t write this stuff. Ha! His girlfriend and many of her friends have read them though.

How did you meet The Savage Trainer?

When I first started Legion Training and began to work out regularly, my gym just didn’t cut it anymore. I signed up for a new gym and was given a freebie training session with one of their trainers. I was paired with TST. He looked so much like the image of Evan Arden I’d had in my head for months that I was kind of floored the moment I first looked at him. I’m surprised I managed to speak coherently (maybe I didn’t – you’ll have to ask him). I was also impressed by how great a trainer he is, which was obvious even though I had to keep wiping drool off my chin between sets.

Did you approach him about being your muse right away, or did you have to warm up to it?

I’m a pretty straightforward person. I asked him right away, and he’s been a fabulous asset ever since then. He’s a gorgeous model, dedicated trainer, and a wonderful friend. I’ve learned a lot from him, and we work together very well both in the gym and when it comes to my work.

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STILL
by Alessandra Torre

I was raised right. To mind my manners, keep my knees together, to put my napkin in my lap. But somehow, with one look at the dark sexuality that is Brett Jacobs, I forgot my Southern graces. They may have gotten lost in the pushmeupagainstthewall and takemehere action that occurred. In the clothes-ripping ohmygod action that followed. They may have, along with my sanity and common sense, deserted me, leaving me with bruised lips, ripped panties, and multiple orgasms.

 

 

ALESSANDRA TORRE INFORMATION

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Still Excerpt:

Midnight. Thirteen hours left in paradise, then our hungover selves will be strapped in and flying back to ATL. I hang an arm around twin necks, inhaling the scent of hairspray and feminine energy, leaning my head back, weight on their shoulders,and bellow the chorus of Sweet Home Alabama, the club singing along, my mouth breaking into a grin too big too contain, the familiar tune never-failing to raise my spirits. Never mind that,between the six of us, we’ve set foot on Alabama soil less than ten times. It is the anthem of the South, and seeing as it took Jena flashing the Bahamian DJ her breasts to get it played, we own every syllable of the damn thing.
The last chorus rings out, and I release the girls, spinning on the floor, my arms up, getting bumped by sweaty bodies, the dance floor getting tighter by the moment. A heavy bass begins, drowning out the country chorus and starting back into the hip-hop that had been dominating the speakers all night.
I slow my hips, glance at our table, seeing Beth and Tammy there,the rest of us sprinkled between the dance floor and the ladies’ room. I am pushed forward, hands settling on my waist as a stranger tries to pull me into his crotch-thrusting imitation of a dance. I yank at his wrists, shooting an annoyed look over my shoulder, and move to our table, snagging my purse off its surface and moving toward the neon lit exit sign. Air. I need air. Air and a moment to regroup, focus. Come to terms with the fact that none of the men in this club will be taking care of my needs tonight. None of them seem worthy of a drink. Too young. Too immature. Too available. Too … not who I am looking for.
I bang through the exit door, the rush of cool night kissing my skin. I take two steps to the right and lean against the brick exterior wall, legs out, head flat against red brick. God yes. I almost wish I still smoke. I remember the escapes from life that it provided, the moment to take a pause from the world and do nothing but relax. Now, I don’t need the nicotine—just the combination of air and quiet are enough to ease my tension and take me one step closer to I-Can’t-Even-Remember-His-Name-Ville.
I sense the presence before I see it. In the shadows to my right. I stiffen, lowering my chin and staring, confronting whoever it is with my gaze. Then he speaks, and I relax, need and heat and want flooding my body with just the scrape of my name. In that one word, that one growl, every lieI’ve told myself is exposed. I need him. My body needs him. Wants more. I had behaved in the hallway of the 8th floor. I had made a mistake. I don’t intend to make another.
“Come here.”
He stalks forward, in a suit, his hands leaving his pockets as he walks, his head level, stare direct, and eats me with his eyes as he moves without hesitation, not pausing until he is suddenly against me, his hand firm, gripping the side of my face, his mouth taking mine in a possessive kiss that has me back against the wall, his palm against my skin almost hurting me in its need. I gasp for breath when I can grab it, his kiss desperate, dipping,pulling me tighter. I love it.
“I need you,” he grunts, his free hand sliding up my thigh,pushing my dress inappropriately high, his fingers gripping, squeezing, the heat of his palm sliding over my skin like he owns it, his large hand ending on my ass, and he feels every inch of it as if he is memorizing, worshiping,taking it in his mind as his own.
“Yes,” I gasp, lifting my leg and hooking it around him, the shift in my body opening the place between my legs, his fingers finding and running reverently over the line of silk that keeps me tied to the edge of sanity.
The door next to me opens, shielding us for a moment, and I freeze behind it, my body tensing. His hand drops from my face, wrapping around my body, the other hand returning to my ass, both of them working in concert and lifting, carrying me into the dark shadows where he had just stood, a new wall replacing the brick, this one rough stucco, and I feel lines of it dig into my sunburned skin as sets me down, his mouth taking a break from the kiss and moving to my neck, the rough journey letting me know the level of his need.
Further proof is against me, his pelvis pressed tighter than possible against my own, the hard ridge of it against my sex making my breath hitch with every twitch of him along me. God, I want this man. Am made weak from his touch yet have never felt this aggressive.
Feather soft brushes against silk. Teasing. Torturing. His hand keeping my leg in place, though there is no way I’m moving it. Not when it opens me up to him. Not when it keeps that iron against the place where I want it most. My panties are so wet it is embarrassing. I pant against the night air, struggling for silence, the murmurs of the couple who have stepped outside breaking the silence of the night, the orange embers of their smokes reminding me of their presence, their attention on each other, a giggle escaping from their conversation and sending a moment of intelligent thought to my head. Am I really being humped in the shadows against the side of a building? Is this beautiful man really running the pad of his fingers back and forth, lower and higher, finding the—oh my god. My head drops back, and I can’t stop the moan that escapes me when my silk-covered clit is brushed by his fingers.
Jesus. It’s not a curse. It is a thankful message sent upward. I have been lost and now, in that light brush against my most sensitive place, I am found.
He chuckles against my neck, his fingers moving back an inch or two, until they are back at my soaked opening, pushing on the indent there,the silk moving far enough inside for me to feel the brush of skin on skin, and I just about lift off the ground in my need for more.
“Don’t stop,” I gasp.
“Honey, I’m not going stop until you fall apart in my hands.I need that. I’m not releasing you until it happens.”

TOP 10 TV SHOWS THAT DOMINATE ALESSANDRA’S TV:

1. Vikings (I’ll take a threesome with the two brothers ANYTIME)
2. Black Sails (almost makes me want to be a wench)
3. The Good Wife
4. Scandal
5. NCIS: Los Angeles (LOVE me some LL)
6. Family Guy (Stewie just said that!)
7. Spongebob (I’d blame it on the 11 year old but… we love SB)
8. Seinfeld
9. Tosh.O
10. Nashville

BEND- Release Date May 5th, 2014

Cover-Bend

Eight mistresses of the erotic bring you eight original, never before published stories to excite and arouse, including USA Today Bestsellers Alessandra Torre and CD Reiss, and NY Times Bestseller K. Bromberg.

AuthorList-EroticaConsortium

These are not your mother’s erotic stories.
We’re not giggling about foul language over tea, or avoiding smut talk at the Tupperware party.
This book is slick fingers and flesh on your lips. It’s twisted bodies late at night when the city sleeps and the moans fall where no one can hear them. This book is pain and pleasure, lust and passion, a body brought to the breaking point. It’s drenched in the musk of sweat, shuddering at the touch of a Master.
It’s not your mother’s erotica. It’s yours.

AUTHOR INFORMATION
Collective biography
Facebook Page–> https://www.facebook.com/TheEroticaConsortium

The Erotica Consortium was the brain child of CD Reiss. In December 2013 she asked JA Huss to help her pull together the hottest erotica writers to start a private Facebook group that would encourage support in all areas of bookish things. Members of The Erotica Consortium were personally invited by JA and CD and the group is complete with six additional authors: Shay Savage, Andrea Smith, KI Lynn, K Bromberg, Ella James, and Alessandra Torre. BEND is their first anthology together.

 

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AMAZON
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SEX LOVE REPEAT-COVER

Sex Love Repeat

I love two men. I screw two men. I am in a relationship with them both, and they are both aware there is another. That is all they need to know, that is all I let them know. They don’t need to know a name; they don’t need to know anything but that they are not alone in my heart.

They have accepted the situation. Stewart, because his life is too busy for the sort of obligations that are required in a relationship. Paul, because he loves me too much to tell me no. And because my sexual appetite is such that one man has trouble keeping up.

So we exist, two parallel relationships, each running their own course, with no need for intersection or conflict. It works for us, for them, and for me. I don’t expect it to be a long-term situation. I know there is an expiration date on the easy perfection of our lives.