Wednesday, 1 October 2014

Elise Hepner with "Ex-Retreat" out NOW 99cents. Hot Excerpt!

Please welcome the fabulous Elise Hepner stopping by on my blog with her latest scorching release “Ex-Retreat” and now available for a limited time 99cents, grab your copy now!


Warning: This book contains a geeky, secretly insecure but overly cocky handy-man with a penchant for pleasing, a dominatrix in training who’s on the rebound, and enough smut to strip a couple layers off your soul. Plus there’s mac n’ cheese with a smattering of self-actualization for good measure.



After Chloe Barrons’ fiancé cheats on her via webcam, she begrudgingly accepts her Type-A mother’s offer of a spur of the moment luxury spa weekend. But things don’t play out quite from point A to point B when she arrives drunk and disoriented on the front porch of a deserted North Carolina beach house. From the very start she’s caught off guard by Noah Knightly, a sinfully sexy, self-proclaimed commitment-phobe who’s a handyman for his sister’s relationship rehabilitation center—a rehab where Chloe is the sole guest during off-season.


But faced with temptation, to stay guarded she’ll have to call the shots.


Noah shouldn’t have taken Chloe’s reservation. But in need of a second pair of hands to fix up the beach house, he throws all his sister’s rules out the window. Soon he worries that maybe he’s bitten off more than he can chew: each day Chloe cracks more of his cocky façade bringing down his guards to reveal a stuttering geek who has a hidden will to please her in any way possible.


With no way to ignore her pain, Noah sets himself up as a guniea pig to prove to Chloe that not all men are created equal—in or out of the bedroom. As Chloe comes into her own through every sexual session, Noah needs to decide if he’s man enough to accept the one thing he never thought he wanted—love.


Hot 18+ excerpt



“So, what you’re telling me is that if I follow my gut and sleep with you, I’ll somehow be happier, even through all these other obnoxious obstacles? It’s supposed to be that easy?”

“It’s not supposed to be anything. You make it hard or easy. Clearly, we know which road you took. Look at it this way, Wesley and Buttercup fell into each other’s arms despite the odds and it all ended happily ever after.”

“You so did not just reference The Princess Bride in a relationship analogy!” She half-stood from her seat with excitement before clearing her throat and quickly sitting back down. “Valiant effort, but those two crazy kids had years to get to know each other on their farm. There was nothing impulsive about their happy ending.”

“Oh yeah? What about when they’re reunited as their tumbling down the hill after who knows how many years? They didn’t know each other anymore and had been traipsing around the countryside over a big, fat lie. But they knew deep down that they wanted each other despite that, that something inside them felt good with the other person, so they went with it. ‘Course, then there was the whole “Pit of Despair” thing. But, anyway, focusing. They lived happily ever after based on the happiness they envisioned together, not in the future, but as they were adventuring. It was messy, fucked up, and half the time Wesley couldn’t stand, but they worked it out in the end. When was the last time you went with your gut on anything?”


For the sake of saying she could answer his question honestly, she flipped through all her recent and past memories. Not a one had anything to do with impulse. She’d been floating on her mother’s life raft, following around her damn career dingy like a lost passenger for years. Right down to getting a starring role at her trendy PR firm and dating Eric for six years. When in reality she probably would have seen the warning signs and only would have given him a year.

Her ice cream choice was fifteen minute inner dialogue at the case, through the checkout line, and when she got it home it was often dripping out of the carton. Her mother still teased her about her categorized, alphabetical lists every Christmas in order of which toy she wanted more. Only when she was absolutely sure about an outcome did she commit to it.

Nope, impulse wasn’t so much in the cards.

“Never. Does that please you?”

“Nope, just confirms what I already know. Use that overactive brain of yours to come up with all the things that could go wrong, right now, and let me at ‘em.”

“It would be awkward.”

“Only if we let it be.”

“What if I actually like you?”

“You already like me.”

“What if I can’t handle it? What if old feelings of inadequacy and abandonment come rushing back?”

“I’ll help you build a mental dam. Anything else?”

“Yeah, why are you making this so damn easy for me? Why can’t you just back off?”

“Because after that kiss, it would be the stupidest mistake of my adult life to go down without a fight. I’m all for making mistakes, but if I didn’t try, I’d always wonder. And I’d rather be impulsive and flighty than regretful. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“But, what if we do regret it?”

“What if?” he countered.

“Fine, you’re the most insufferable pigheaded ass I’ve ever met in my life.”

“Aww, shucks. Two animals? You must mean business.”

With that, she sprung out of her seat and took three steps to stare him right in the eyes.

“You take full responsibility for everything that happens afterward,” she gritted past clenched teeth as pain radiated up her jaw. “You brought this on yourself.”


“You remember that, when things go horribly wrong.”

“The way we’re going to do this, I’m pla-planning on my brain not working f-fo-for at lea-least three days,” he spoke low and slightly growly as his gaze darkened with lust.

“Fuck. You.”

His eyes closed and he breathed in a long breath. Noah’s eyes flashed as he snatched her wrist and he licked his lower lip with all the covert sensuality of an anvil dropping on her head.

“No, I’d much rather you did that for me, sweets.”

Chloe snatched up his hand, tightly clasped his warm palm, and—with his help—pulled him up from his seat.

“My, my. We’re not even done with dinner,” he teased.

“We can reheat it.”

 She pressed herself up against him from hips to shoulders and looked up into his curious gaze with a small smile. His hand squeezed hers where she still clasped him. How was she going to do this? Her other hand slowly slid up his sweater vest tracing the path of his muscles until her palm lay over his quickly beating heart. Her fingers closed over his pec, as if trying to clasp his heart in her hand. When she dug her fingers into his chest, he didn’t jerk back but pressed forward into her touch.

“I like it when you touch me.”

“Get one thing straight, Noah. I’m needy as a bitch right now and this will really, really piss off my mother. This is a one-time thing, okay? Sure, I haven’t done an impulsive thing in my life thus far, but I’m pretty sure this will make up for it. I should be in charge of my life, no one else. As my first act as something more than a ninny, I intend to screw you until I’m satisfied. Do you understand?”

“I’ll do my absolute best to please you.”

Noah raised her hand to his face nuzzling his roughened cheek against her while his eyes swept her with a more serious intent than she’d ever seen in her life. The small gesture ignited a maelstrom of thoughts. Before she could pick out and analyze even one of them, she gently pulled out of his grip, took a step back, and gave him a shy smile.

“Follow me.”

Before she could see whether or not he’d followed orders she clamored down the multiple sets of stairs and out the door onto the beach. If they were going to do this, they’d do it right. She’d respect his sister’s wishes. Luckily, this was a private beach. Small favors, and all that. With a shiver that licked from the tips of her toes, she rolled her shoulders.

If there was any good time to throw off her goodie-goodie title, underneath the stars during the balmy, starry night was as good a time as anything else she could think of. The warm wind sliced through her hair. Chloe crossed her arms beneath her breasts silently waiting for Noah with a sense of urgency that felt beyond stupid. It’s not like he could leave her high and dry—they both lived in the same house.

If he so much as blinked wrong, she could leave, and never have to see him again.

With that solid safety net in place she could keep the ridiculous illusion that her ears weren’t perked waiting to hear his bare feet slipping through the sand. Not like sand had a sound. Not tonight with the clash of the tide. Despite her shallow breaths everything smelled like salt. God, she couldn’t wait any longer for his hands.

A small noise of impatience burst from her and she turned toward the back of the house in frustration—only to have Noah’s hand latch onto her arm. His touch prickled the hair on the back of her neck.

“Sorry, I had to get some helpful…provisions.”

He held up his other hand where several foil packets glimmered in the moonlight.

“How many of those do you expect to use?” she spat out unable to hold back her surprise. Was he that confident in his abilities? It wasn’t like he was some divine sex god come to ravage her from another planet—once, even twice was quite enough to start off. At least until they got the lay of the land with each other.

“I do like to sit down the next morning, you know.”

“We’ll get you a plastic doughnut.” He replied, deadpan, his voice gone to gravel and something sharper with dangerous intent.

Noah pulled her toward him so quickly she gasped and nearly fell into him. He clasped his arms around her so tightly that she involuntarily swallowed. Clearly, he’d been holding back with her before on the beach chair. There was an emotion glimmering in his stare that bore into her—like a hunter who’d finally snared his trap well. Caught against his heat, her nipples pebbled.

“Are you going to stare at me all night or are you going to kiss me?”

Noah didn’t easily stray from anything he put his mind to or at least that was the vibe he was giving off with his open, intense eye contact along with the bulge forced against her stomach by his unrelenting grip. He leaned in until their noses brushed and she barely breathed.

“Pardon me for letting you catch your breath. Now that I know you don’t like me as a gentleman, I’ll just strip him away for you and we won’t have a problem.”

He devoured her mouth so insistently and so roughly she nearly cried out like an idiot. Yet her body conformed to his without question. His fingers pushed up her shirt and dug into her lower back while her hands searched for anything and everything she could touch of him. She let her mind revel in his possession.

Now this—this is what she’d needed all along.

He backed them up across the sand while she was still tucked into his embrace. They stumbled together through her peals of laughter. Maybe she was half insane, but nothing seemed more fun than their inching, careful steps while their hands, mouths, and tongues did anything but be so slow and subtle. Noah tumbled backward into the beach chair—and because of his hands wrapped into her hair, a subtle ache in her scalp forced her onto his lap.

She straddled his hips hooking her feet around the chair arms. She ground down against his hard cock and Noah bit her bottom lip. A sharp spike of pain made her squeak. But when he soothed her lip with his tongue all she tasted was him—not the coppery tang she expected. Adrenaline surged through her veins clearing her senses to the heady scent of brine, salt, and something sweeter with a subtle hint of spice. Noah’s splashed on cologne before coming down to meet her.

For some reason, that little consideration churned in her stomach.

Noah bucked his hips and used his grip on her waist to tip her against him in a rhythm that made them both groan. She rolled with his tempo, unable to hold back her growing need as her fists grasped into his sweater vest and the t-shirt behind it. As his grip tightened, she returned the favor in kind. As if in a sexual dance, they bucked and gyrated to the wisps of their heavy breathing.

Her inner muscles fluttered tight against the onslaught of stimulation. Her hand pressed down between them to close around his cock.

He ripped his mouth away for a heartbeat.

“God, I can’t deny I like where this is going,” he rasped with a low laughter that stroked along every inch of her skin.

As they maneuvered with each lift of their hips she rubbed his cock through his jeans and stimulated herself by her own hand. Noah’s hands swept up cupping each of her breasts in his palms as she continued their rhythm. When his fingers stroked the underside of each cup of her bra, every muscle in her body tightened.

His cock twitched against her hand and she bent toward him to take more of his mouth. There was never enough. It wasn’t the speed that she needed—too slow, too teasing. And his bittersweet taunt of her nipples through her bra sent her into fits of shivering though the wind was nowhere near cold. But beneath her rough, commanding kiss he writhed as if he couldn’t take much more either.

“Suck me,” he groaned against her lips, none too subtle, as usual.

“I thought this was supposed to be about me?”

“And you don’t think I’ll return the favor with relish? What kind of selfish ass do you take me for? I’ll go first if you like?”

“I don’t care!” she cried out in frustration, letting go of his cock, and practically ripping the clothes off his upper body. “Do you know how long it’s been for me?”


With nothing else to say but an indignant huff, Chloe thrust his hands away from her breasts, and stripped off her top and bra in less than a second. She threw them to the sand. There was more lingerie out in the world—there wasn’t another Noah—she was beyond through with being the chaste good girl. When she looked back at him she couldn’t have asked for a better expression. His whole face lit up like Christmas. Mouth dropped open, lips slightly wet from their kiss, eyes sparking with lust, and a secretive, excited smile drew back his mouth to show the bright white of his teeth shining in the moonlight.

“You like?” she teased him as the air slipped across her hard nipples turning her eyelids into slit half-moons of pleasure.

“To use a more modern phrase, duh.”


Chapter Seven


A laugh was half out of her mouth, half stolen by the crash of waves. His mouth descended on her breasts and her voice caught, easing into a baser moan as her hands wound into his hair to hold him in place. White hot heat slipped into her belly. Her whole body crackled with adrenaline as his warm mouth and tongue wreaked havoc with her flesh. The minute he left her to tackle the other breast, the air tickled where his heat remained, never leaving her untouched even for a second. Her back bowed to the pleasure.

As her thigh muscles tightened along his hips, he hotly moaned against her breast spiraling bliss down her spine. Unable to wait any longer, she fumbled between their laps until she eased the zipper of his slacks with the rough sound lost to a twist of the wind. She licked her salty lips. But she wished it wasn’t the salt from the sea but his taste in her mouth as her hand wrapped around his thick, hot cock. He hissed bucking into her grip and his cock twitched between her fingers.

“Don’t stop,” she ordered as his head returned to her teased nipples and lavished them with rough strokes of his tongue.

While his fingers played along her flesh teasing every spot that was bare, Chloe slowly shifted her fist over his cock. Unable to see his face while he bit her nipple, she relied on his small, not so subtle jerks beneath her to tell whether or not she had done something right. Slow, tight jerks against him, until he gave a strangled groan, heavily breathing, and buried his face between her breasts. Without warning, he forced his hand down her jeans, tangled with her panties, and she bit back a groan when his finger found her sweet spot.

Already slick, he worked her bud in time to her fist’s steady motions around him, and they both jerked their hips to the rhythm they created together. Tiny tremors of ecstasy shot off in her lower abdomen. Noah used his other hand to pull her upper body down toward him as his teeth sharply embedded in her skin making her moan. The slow build of his teasing combined with the searing roughness at her shoulder drove her wild. Between her fingers she squeezed him hard. His hand along her hip tightened hard enough to bruise and she whimpered yearning for his fingers buried deep in her body.

As if he’d read her mind, Noah slid his hand deeper his palm slipping against her sensitive clit as she thrashed above him. When he came away from her shoulder and took a kiss from her lips, her skin throbbed where he’d been and heat licked beneath the flesh with her wickedly quick pulse. Their mouths ate at each other while she silently tried to gain the upper hand with her palm cupping and working his soft balls inside his jeans. A slow, subtle pull made every muscle in his body tense at once. She grinned against his mouth, kissed him long and deep, and pulled again. This time he swore without a trace of unhappiness as he ended the noise on a pleased sigh.

That’s when his teasing fingers along her outer lips slid home into her pussy and her mind clung to reality as her body broke apart into fragments of uselessness. Her inner muscles tightened against him and she did her best to ride him. But his steadying hand against her hip only brought a thick growl to her lips. Noah slowly drew back as they locked eyes, darkness shrouding his irises. A primal darkness lurked beneath his subtle smirk when—as payback, she was sure of it—he rammed three fingers home and curled them against her g-spot. His touch shot up her back standing the hairs on the back of her neck straight up.

“I can’t—take this—you feel amazing—” he panted, fighting through his stutter.

“Shut up,” She ordered in a voice she’d never heard herself use before. He groaned between his teeth, eyes slits, and jaw hard. “I want you, now. Move faster. I won’t tell you again.”

He slid to the front of the chair, grunting as it put his hard-on in a precarious position against his zipper. His fingers flew across her zipper and button until her pants and panties were halfway to her ankles and she’d barely sensed his touch against her flesh. Her mouth watered, gaze riveted to the shiny purple tip of him bobbing as he moved. When his fingers wrapped around her ankle to get her to move her foot she complied both times. Even that small touch made her breath catch.

“Very good.” She all but purred when his gaze snapped from her opened legs to her fluttering hair.

She left her clothes scattered on the sand and watched, transfixed, as Noah got up and shed his own clothes with the speed of light. One second she could only see his cock, the next her chest tightened and she was a little lightheaded. His muscles were highlighted by moonlight and he stood for a beat, gaze exploring her for the first time as she eagerly explored him too.

His physique tripped her heart in her chest. From his clothes she could tell that he could hold his own in a gym—he wasn’t scrawny, that’s for sure.

But, great googly-moogly, the man had hidden, svelte muscles packed along every inch of his body, down to his deliciously lickable abs. A shadow played against half his body while her gaze lingered along every square inch. Much more than she’d expected to get to ogle.

He cracked his neck.

That was the only warning she had before he’d eaten up the small space between them, curled his strong, warm fingers around her waist, and lifted her up into his arms. She squealed and girl-ed out like the best of ‘em. But it took him only a couple seconds before he planted her ass on the cold chair and went to his knees in between her splayed legs. He took both her ankles, conforming his upper body so her knees comfortably rested on his shoulders, and he spread her wide.

One glance up her body made her shudder. Whatever he had planned, it wasn’t going to be over quickly—and from his fierce expression, that boded well for her tonight.

“I want to taste you,” he spoke, words so gruff she didn’t know how he’d forced them out.

“You don’t get to want anything. This is about me. My trip, my money, my rules. Now tell me how I taste, how I feel, I want to hear everything.”

Chloe nodded, unsure if he wanted her permission or not—until he lowered his head between her legs deeply breathing her scent into his lungs. She writhed from the air slipping across her arousal. His sigh slid across her pussy lips as goose bumps dotted every bit of her flesh from ankle to neck.

“You like me?” She didn’t know where all the bravado was coming from but if it got her what she wanted she didn’t really care how she went about getting it. Empowered, temples buzzing with unspoken emotion, she settled into a role that she secretly thought was maybe always hers to play—she only had to find the right man.

“You smell sweet. Amazing. Mouthwatering.”

Their eyes locked. She watched as he nibbled his lower lip. His eyes flicked downward, up, and for a handful of seconds she thought maybe he was nervous behind the glint of moonlight on his glasses. His Adams apple bobbed. She devoured the sight of him between her legs, locking it away in her memory bank for when times were sexually tough.

“Taste me.”

“Yes.” The one word said so much with so little.

Unable to look away from his brunette head, she let out a breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding when his first, long, hot lick tickled across her slit. Her whoosh of a breath was sucked into a gasp. Noah swirled his tongue along her overstimulated clit and she clawed at the cool metal chair arms.

“Oh, this should be illegal,” she whimpered and bucked against his slow, lingering licks.

He plunged his tongue into her slit licking in a subtle upward motion that tickled and awakened a sensitive spot she’d never known existed. Between her arousal and his warm mouth she couldn’t tell up from down. Her eyes closed, back arched. Beneath his tongue’s thrusts, spread to the great outdoors like a damn offering, she could forget everything and just breathe.

Even as her hands went numb from clutching the chair arms, her muscles trembled from the force of his focused, sensual caress. His rough cheeks scraped against her sensitive inner thighs and she tightened her legs around his shoulders as he tried to lunge away. Every cell in her body became hyper focused to her lust. Unable to take the one-sided teasing, she pried her fingertips from the chair, and grabbed a fistful of his hair to tilt up his glistening chin until he was forced to meet her slightly dizzy gaze.

“I want you inside me.”

Who knew that was all it took? He groped toward the left in the sand and wiped his hands off before ripping the foil. He grunted and her eyes snapped open. Without thinking, she reached for him and pulled him close, her tongue teasing his bottom lip until he opened for her delighted, nervous kiss. One chance for a shaky breath before he pulled back his hips and pushed forward fully sheathing himself inside her pussy with a slow moan into her mouth.

For a second, neither of them moved. Their shaky breathing mingled as she tasted him in her mouth. She shifted her hips a bit and his answering hiss made her stifle a laugh even as the small movement rocked her from head to toe. He looked at her questioningly with his mouth quirked in sweet, half-smile. She nodded.

His first stroke made her gasp, arching into his thrust. The intensity went from nothing to everything as she clenched around his cock. Each slow grind pushed against her g-spot until her fingers scrambled for some kind of purchase. Beneath his slow, subtle hip movements her inner muscles fluttered and twitched while she watched the veil of concentration drop across his expression. Though their eyes greedily skimmed each other, he was intent with his purpose. His strong, dewy forearms wrapped around her inner thighs bringing them as tight together as possible so that every thrust brushed against her over-sensitive pussy.

Beneath him, her fingers eased up into his slightly coarse, thick curls and her nails lightly dragged against his scalp. A satisfying hiss made her grin as she tilted to meet another deep thrust. Every press of his body mirrored her own. As her hands trailed down his neck, she met his eyes, lit with pleasure, and moved past him to stare into the stars peeking past the clouds.

“We could get caught,” she breathily moaned against the lip of his ear.

“Are you worried?” He punctuated his question with a quick roll of his hips that left her writhing against him.

“No. God, don’t stop. It’s exciting, freeing.”

“I hadn’t planned on stopping.” He spoke against her lips with a little nibble against her bottom lip before sealing her into a kiss that broke her finely wound control into a million pieces across the sand.



Elise Hepner lives with two spastic cats and a very supportive, slightly crazy husband. There is never a dull moment in the house, unless the caffeine runs out, which it never does. She's a multi-published erotica author with Cleis Press, Ellora's Cave, Xcite, and Secret Cravings Publishing.

She's driven by her tea addiction and a tiny stuffed turtle her husband picked up from Disney World that sits on her desk and "supervises" her work.

When not writing (which is rare), she's watching countless hours of reality television, playing the Sims or shopping online. Plus there's that odd obsession with the color purple. Everything is purple. Visit Elise at her website to keep up with her naughty ramblings, random tidbits and future work.

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