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Title: Sweet Thing
Author: JA Huss
Genre: Contemporary Romance
(old man/much younger woman)
Cover Design: JA Huss
Photo: Sara Eirew
Release Date: April 29, 2019



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I knew how old she was.
I just didn’t care.

RYKER
Aria Amherst lied about her age the first night we met.
But when I kissed her… I knew exactly how old she was.
And once I kissed her…  I needed more.
I wanted all of her. I wanted everything she wasn’t really offering.
Until I found out that her father was making a deal with my business partner.

Then I wanted her more.

ARIA
Ryker North blew into my life like a wall of hot, tattooed muscle.
And did I mention he’s a drummer?
And a businessman?
And thirty-five years old?
And my father is going to kill me when he finds out I’m dating his new client?

It’s… complicated.
But take my word on this. He’s worth every risk I’m taking.

SWEET THING is a full-length standalone older-man-very-young-woman sexy romance filled with forbidden lust, too many ‘first times’ to count, inappropriate touching in public, and an angsty, but perfect, HEA.







Author Bio

JA Huss is the New York Times Bestselling author of 321 and has been on the USA Today Bestseller’s list 21 times in the past four years. She writes characters with heart, plots with twists, and perfect endings.

Her books have sold millions of copies all over the world, the audio version of her semi-autobiographical book, Eighteen, was nominated for a Voice Arts Award and an Audie Award in 2016 and 2017 respectively, her audiobook, Mr. Perfect, was nominated for a Voice Arts Award in 2017, and her audiobook, Taking Turns, was nominated for an Audie Award in 2018.

She lives on a ranch in Central Colorado with her family.


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NEW: Pretty Thing

 

Title: Pretty Thing
Author: JA Huss
Genre: Contemporary Romance

(Brother’s Best Friend)

Release Date: April 15, 2019
Blurb
My best friend made damn sure I knew the rules. His sister was strictly
off limits.
UNTIL NOW.
KALI
Growing up it was always the three of us. Me,
my twin brother, Kyle, and our best friend, Aiden. We were inseparable all the
way through high school.
Did I picture myself with Aiden from the first
moment I laid eyes on him back when we were eight? Hell. Yes. I fell in love
with his soul that day. But he was always more Kyle’s friend than mine. And
Kyle made damn sure we both know the rules.
I was strictly off limits. Forever.
But now Kyle is gone. Dead from a freak
accident. And Aiden is still here. Looking hot as hell in his grown-up body.
Looking sexy AF with those tattoos all over his muscular chest. Sad and in need
of comfort.  Just like me.
AIDEN
Every time Kyle caught me lusting after his
twin sister, Kali, he reminded me of the rule. “You were my friend first.”
If you want to get technical about it, I was
Kali’s friend first, not Kyle’s. But that’s not how he saw it. One rule. That’s
all we had between us. Just one. Stay away from my sister.
All these years I’ve honored that. I never
broke his trust. Until now.  Because he’s dead. He left us. And being
with Kali is the only thing that makes the pain go away.
I want Kali. I want to marry her, and have kids
with her, and keep her in my bed forever.
But I want Kyle’s blessing too. And that’s
something I’ll never get.

 

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Kali sighs a little. Her shoulders slump and her head lowers
with them. “I’m not using you,” she says.
“Good,” I say. “Because I’m not using you either.”
“I’ve always liked you. And if you’d like to talk about that
someday, we can. But…” She looks at me. Places her hands on the sides of my
face. Blinks twice. “Not tonight, OK? Can we just not think too hard about it?”
It, meaning the sex. Or maybe the funeral. I’m not sure.
I decide to say nothing in response. I’m drunk, I’m sad, I’m
horny, and I’ve got Kali Anderson sitting in my lap.
And we’re naked.
“Come here,” I say, placing my hands on her head. “I want to
kiss you for a while.”
She smiles into the kiss that comes next. It’s a nice kiss.
A slow kiss. One where our mouths fit together perfectly, and move just the
right way, and there’s nothing awkward or distracting about it. It’s just nice.
After a little bit of that I find myself thinking too hard
again.
Maybe slow and careful is a bad thing? Maybe what we really
need tonight is something hard, and angry, and quick?
She reaches down between her legs and begins playing with
herself again. Rubbing her pussy with the flat tips of her fingers as she
stares into my eyes.
Yeah. Slow and careful is for another night.
I reach down and take my cock in my hand. Pulling and tugging
on it. I’m already fully erect but there’s something intimate about
masturbating in front of someone. And doing it together is even hotter.
Her other hand rests on my shoulder and a chill rises up my
spine.
This girl. This pretty thing I’ve known almost my whole
life. She is the dream girl. She is the one I’ve always wanted. She might even
be the one I’ve always loved.
Author Bio
JA Huss is
the New York Times Bestselling author of 321 and has been on the USA Today
Bestseller’s list 21 times in the past four years. She writes characters with
heart, plots with twists, and perfect endings.
Her books
have sold millions of copies all over the world, the audio version of her
semi-autobiographical book, Eighteen, was nominated for a Voice Arts Award and
an Audie Award in 2016 and 2017 respectively, her audiobook, Mr. Perfect, was
nominated for a Voice Arts Award in 2017, and her audiobook, Taking Turns, was
nominated for an Audie Award in 2018.
She lives
on a ranch in Central Colorado with her family.

 

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Turning Back by J.A. Huss

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Series: Turning #2
Genre: dark erotic suspense
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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.

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“So then what happened?” Bric asks.

We’re sitting at our booth in the White Room. Before I left, I’d sit in the middle of the bench, Quin would sit across from me in a chair, and Bric would sit to my left.

Bric is still to my left, Quin isn’t here yet—if he’s coming at all—and Adley is in her baby seat on my right.

Everything is familiar—but off.

“Then he went to bed.”

“What’d you do?”

“I sat there on the couch for a while trying to figure out what happened.”

“What did you come up with?” Bric is looking very intently at me. Like everything I’m saying is critically important.

“He hate-fucked me, that’s what I came up with, Bric!”

“Rochelle,” Bric says, throwing me one of those Don’t overreact looks.

“I’m serious. There’s no other explanation for it. He hate-fucked me. Revenge fuck. Whatever you want to call it. That’s what happened last night.” I sigh and try not to feel depressed and sad. “And then this morning I got out of bed to go check on Adley when she woke up, and when I came back, he was gone.”

“Gone?” Bric asks. “Where’d he go?”

“Just left,” I say. “I texted him. Asked if he’d be here for breakfast. And he never texted back.”

“He’s just mad,” Bric says.

“I know.” I huff. “He told me that last night too. He spelled it out very clearly. He was worried about me. Sad about my leaving. But then when I came back—”

“Now he’s just angry.”

“Right.”

“It’s a pretty typical reaction,” Bric says.

“I realize that. Which is why I’m not going to make a big deal about this. But I don’t know if this is going to work, Bric. He might not want me. He might just want to hurt me. Exactly the way I hurt him.”

“No,” Bric says, like I’m being ridiculous.

“I’m not being ridiculous,” I say. “Maybe he’s not out to hurt me. But he’s doing something, Bric. He’s playing a game, but I’m pretty sure we’re not all playing the same game.”

“He’s mad, Rochelle. You have to expect that. He’s gonna come around.”

“What does that mean? Come around? Do you really think he’s gonna fall back in love with me the way he was? Because I don’t. I think he’s here for us. Me, you, and him together. And that’s all.”

Bric rubs his hand across his scratchy jaw as he thinks this over, so I check on Adley. She fell asleep in the car on the way over here and hasn’t woken up yet. Bric is still thinking.

“I don’t want an us, Bric.”

He looks me in the eye and says. “I do. But I get it. And I’m fine with you and Quin getting your little happy ending. But I’m telling you, Rochelle, he’s just trying to protect himself right now and the best way to let him work that out and ensure you two get back together is to have an us.”

“He said he doesn’t trust me.”

“He has a good reason,” Bric counters.

“I know that,” I say, starting to get angry. “I understand that. But the whole point of us doing this… game… or whatever it is, was so that you can help me figure this out. I want him, Bric. You’re supposed to help me.”

But as soon as the words come out of my mouth I realize how stupid that is. I trust no one and I have very good reasons for that. I’ve learned over the course of my life that people are selfish. People are out for themselves. People are liars. I have a lot of experience in being lied to.

Elias Bricman definitely fits all those assumptions I have about people. And then some.

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Taking Turns by J.A. Huss

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Series: Turning #1
Genre: dark erotic suspense
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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.

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“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.”

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Taking Turns by J.A. Huss
Series: The Turning Series #1
Genre: dark erotic suspense
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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.

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I heard the door open and close and said nothing. And the footsteps coming down the hallway towards the bedroom. I even heard him say, “Hey.” So softly. “You awake?” Like he didn’t want to wake me.

I listened as he stepped into the closet. There was that slick sound a man makes when he pulls his tie through his shirt collar. I heard the unclasping of his watch. The jingle of his belt buckle and the shuffle of his pants as they dropped to the floor.

I even heard his moan as he stood over me. I could feel his shadow from the streetlamp outside like it was heat.

Then the bed creaked, the mattress sank. And his warm, hard body straddled me.

Still, I said nothing.

I just buried my face in the sweet scent of the pillow and closed my eyes, feigning sleep.

“Rochelle,” he whispered, leaning over me. His fingertips gently brushed the hair away from my shoulder. His mouth pressed against my skin. “Did you miss me? God, I’ve missed you. Two weeks is too long. We need to renegotiate.”

He nipped my neck. Kissed it. Licked my ear as he positioned himself to begin.

And I said… nothing.

Even though my name is not Rochelle. 

That’s why I’m here. Tied up and gagged inside the closet. Sitting in the dark as three men on the other side of the door argue about where Rochelle went, why I was in her bed, and what they should do next.

I should be scared but I’m not.

I should be screaming, but I won’t.

Because this just feels very, very right.

And the only thing on my mind is… what will happen next?

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Out now! Sneak Peek: Mr. Mysterious & Cover: Mr. Match – J.A. Huss

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Series: Mister #4
Genre: contemporary romance
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Paxton Vance isn’t as cryptic as he thinks. That broody nature and tough-guy exterior aren’t fooling me one bit.

I know everything about him. I listen in on his most personal phone calls. I read his mail before he does. I even know what his mother got him for Christmas last year.

You’re the man of my dreams, Paxton Vance. You just don’t know it yet.

But don’t worry, I’ll remind you. I’m here to give you everything you need, before you know you need it.

So don’t get defensive because I take a challenge seriously. You have to open up to someone, and that someone is me.

Besides, you can’t stay Mr. Mysterious forever. Why play the game if you never want to win?

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Her hands are suddenly in my hair. Twisting and pulling like she’s holding on to me. Never gonna let me go.

“Pax,” she moans out. She’s still fucking coming. I feel wave after wave after wave of contractions against my dick as I slow down.

“No,” she says. “Harder! Harder, harder, harder…”

I speed back up. Pounding her now. She is gushing with come. My dick slides in and out of her pussy. I stand back up, grab hold of her hip bones, and watch the curve of my cock enter, and almost exit, her opening. The lips of her pussy wrap around my shaft like a glove. Like we are puzzle pieces fitting together.

And then her fingers are there. Pushing against her clit. Rubbing as she continues to moan. I slap her hand away. “I don’t need help.”

She laughs, eyes closed again. “Something is wrong with me. I’m so fucking horny right now. I just came—twice—and I need more.” Her eyes fly open and she stares at me. “Flip me over.”

Nobody tells me that twice. I step back and flip her whole body over, push her knees up, press her head down onto the comforter and tongue her wet pussy, flicking against her clit.

“I forgot to tell you—”

“Are we talking about this?” I ask, still trying to lick her.

“I’m a squirter.”

“What?”

“Shit!” She wiggles away from me, kicking out and squirming her way across the bed.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“I don’t want to ruin this bed! I’m telling you, I’m a squirter and this will be pretty messy if we keep going.”

I grab her by the ankles and pull her back to me, then reach under, lift her up, and hoist her over my shoulder.

“What are you doing?” she squeals.

“Taking this to the shower.”

I walk across the room, flip the light on in the master bath, take her into the massive shower, and set her down on the marble bench. “Don’t move,” I say, my eyes never leaving hers as I reach around and feel for the steam switch on the wall, flick it on, and then look hungrily at my girl as the mist wafts around us in floating tendrils. “Squirter, huh?”

She bites her lip to stifle a laugh.

“And you know this how?” I should shut the fuck up. I don’t want to know how she knows. But I can’t help it.

She shakes her head and giggles.

“Cindy.”

“When I masturbate, it just—it gets—overwhelming and then… you know. That happens. And the way you were touching me in there. It felt like…”

“Masturbation?” I say with a cock-eyed smile. “Nice recovery.” I drop to my knees, push her back so she’s resting against the wall, and do it exactly the way I was. Quickly flicking my dick against her clit. She grabs on to the edge of the stone bench this time, her knees pulling up automatically.

“Like this?” I ask, never taking my eyes off her.

And then she’s out of control. Her moans turn into gasps, turn into screams. I cup my hand over her mouth automatically, momentarily startled as she writhes, and kicks, and yes—squirts.

I don’t think anything has ever turned me on so much in my entire life.

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Mr. Match by J.A. Huss
Series: Mister #5
Genre: contemporary romance
Release date: 7th December, 2016
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Oliver Shrike thinks ahead. He likes to make lists and tick off boxes. He plans, he plots, and he’s got everything under control.

Until one day he sees my videos on his dating site. The private erotic videos I make just for him.

When I’m looking at the camera I can practically see his face. Hear the internal arguments. Feel his desire.

Because I’m that kind of woman.

You should delete my videos, Oliver Shrike. It’s your job to keep that dating site on the up and up.

But you don’t, do you?

You watch them. You get off to them. You crave them.

Every week I make a new one with you in mind. I’ve got you addicted to my body, my moans, my secrets.

I’ve hooked you now, Mr. Match. You’ve been in control for way too long and this is where it ends.

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  1. Mr. Perfect
  2. Mr. Romantic
  3. Mr. Corporate
  4. Mr. Mysterious
  5. Mr. Match
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REVIEW: Mr. Perfect – J.A. Huss

Mr PerfectMr. Perfect by J.A. Huss
Series: Mister #1
Genre: erotic romance
Themes: office romance, enemies to lovers
Archetype: billionaire, alpha
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Wanting the perfect man doesn’t make me crazy. I just know what I like.

A powerful billionaire in a suit wasn’t even my first choice. McAllister Stonewall was never on my radar, I didn’t even know he existed.

But I do now.

His hands are all over me at work. The heat of his chest pressing against my bare back as he bends me over the desk is the only thing on my mind.

He is my most forbidden desires unleashed. He is my new secret obsession. He is my Mr. Perfect.

Until the moment I realize… There’s no such thing as perfect.

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Heat: ★★★★
Rating: ★★★★

How can he be so damn hot and so damn despicable at the same time?

I skimmed through a few of the other reviews before putting my own into words, mainly because I enjoyed this so much that I was curious as to why there were so many mixed reviews. The main theme that kept coming up was that some of Mac’s actions were considered a little “rapey”, leading to a few DNFs and poor reviews. I understand this, I do – but this wasn’t an issue for me. Maybe my mind has just been warped from all the dark erotic I’ve been reading. Yes, there were some coercion scenes here, dub-con at a push, but I felt Huss’ narrative made it absolutely clear that Ellie didwant what was happening. Yes, there was kink and filth, but from where I was reading, it was all consensual, justpushing the boundaries of erotic fantasy a little. So don’t let that stop you if you’re concerned about this read.

“Talk to me like a dirty slut, Ellie, and I’ll make you come so hard, your legs will spasm and your body will collapse.”

Moving on – this was a fucking hot read. Who doesn’t enjoy delving into the office romance fantasies with an outrageously alpha boss, especially when they involve a wonderfully dominant character, right from the start?And especially when they involve one of those rare, proper face-fucking scenes. And it was outrageous. There was a fair bit of melodrama and overreaction, with both characters. Yet, I just couldn’t tear myself away from this romance. Not only was it hideously heartwarming, but it was also incredibly funny. I read the first 25% whilst my brother was watching Stranger Things, and he kicked me out because I was laughing so hard. Huss just kept making these awfully cringeworthy moments even worse, and I fucking loved it.

I like his power. I like the way he talks to me. The way he assumes I will just obey his commands.

This was by no means perfect – it was a pretty predictable, typical romance plot, complete with big romantic gestures, but where it felt better was both with the sex and chemistry between the two leads, and Ellie’s character. She was adorable, delusional and clutzy. And kinky. I very much enjoyed seeing her character progression throughout these pages, one of the stronger aspects of this read. Would I read the sequel? Absolutely. Bring it on.