Naughty Angel Newsletter
When I Buy A House, This Is The Kinda Men I Want In It!
Is it just me, or does it seem like Naughty Angel Publishing has A LOT of books in the Rainforest.com Top 100 lists? Like … way more than Bad Boy Publishing. I wonder what Grady over at Bad Boy thinks about the fact that Aidan Stone and Abby Cleveland are spanking his ass? And not in a good sexual way either, but like in a humiliating defeat kinda way lol.
So here’s the rundown if you didn’t know about Grady and Bad Boy Publishing. He’s the CEO of that company and he’s watched the company slide way down from where it used to be. I mean, I don’t wanna say it’s because I left, but I’m sure that Abby Angel starting Naughty Angel Publishing has had something to do with the changing fortunes of the steamy contemporary romance market.
But you know, it’s not just Aidan and I. We have the most wonderful staff and authors that work with us. And we’re so proud of them. They’re all releasing books this year too! So we’re really SOOPER DUPER excited!
Speaking of, they’ll all be at the MaxSex Reader Convention at the end of the month in Tampa. So you should totally come over and support your favorite Naughty Angels! The chief angel, Abby Angel, yours truly will be there as well as her handsome hunky 8-packed piece of man meat, Aidan Stone. We’ll be signing autographs and giving away copies of 12 Inches – the book that basically started this media empire.
Bad Boy Publishing will be there too, so if you’re a fan of their work, go check them out as well. I’m not gonna hate on another set of authors – I think personally that the company is run pretty shady, but I don’t want any drama, ya know? I just wanna go about selling smut and making you ladies cum.
If you haven’t yet, be sure to join Dirty Lil’ Angels on Facebook. We’re giving out a vibrator a week for people who answer the questions of the day that we pose. And these questions – whoa. It’s a good thing this is a closed group that your family and friends don’t see because if you’re not getting wet within minutes of joining the group, then you need to check your pulse because you’re prolly all passed out from all the arousal that went through your head LOL.
That’s all for me for now, Angels. I’ll be sending NLs pretty frequently and this is my happiest time every day, when I can send out a NL and connect with fans. Have a look at our catalogs below if you want to pick up something to read, otherwise always remember, that I am totally here for you. My job is to bring happiness to my readers. That’s why I do everything that I do. Including writing books that feature me. ;)
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Anders
"C'mon darlin', sucking on that cock lollipop isn't nearly as tasty as sucking on this," Logan says, grinning and grabbing his crotch. "I can promise you that."
There's phallic candy galore here—any flavor and any shape—even pussies, tits, and assholes—whatever you're in the mood for to be honest, and the two women with thick, purple, cock lollipops shoved into their mouths blush, and give Logan a quick wave.
I roll my eyes. "Why do you always feel the need to make an ass out of yourself? Do you really think women fall for that?"
"Judging by the fucking action I get, I'd say so. You should give it a try, Anders," he says, trying to get under my skin.
"I'll pass."
Attending the MaxSex Convention as a cover model used to be fun … before I was stuck babysitting Logan. I'm supposed to stand here, flex my abs, sign autographs, and meet with hundreds of fans, but instead, I'm standing here looking after a grade-A
goof ball.
I've been in this industry long enough that nowadays the best part about these conventions is the people watching. I'm serious. From the dark dungeons where all the BDSM fans congregate—dominatrix and slave role play, whips, chains, flogging, and even the occasional bruise—to girls in lingerie swinging on sex swings, to obscene amounts of sex toys, and even the occasional flasher who thinks it's a good idea to flash his pathetic junk … until security finds him and throws him out.
"How long has it been since you've been laid? A week? A month? Or… a year?" Logan says, while lifting his shirt and flexing for a woman.
"What makes you think I don't get laid?" I say. "I've probably had more women … and more meaningful relationships than you'll ever experience in your lifetime."
"There you go again," Logan smirks. "With your talk about 'meaningful relationships.' That's your fucking problem. Drop the relationships and you suddenly have 31 fucking flavors of pussy at your disposal. And who doesn't like that?"
"You're a real shit show," I say. "You act like an overgrown teenager."
"Jealous?"
"You wish, man."
Just then a woman approaches us. She walks past me, and directly up to Logan.
"Can I … touch you?" she asks. "I've never seen abs like yours before. Not in real life, anyways."
"Sure, darlin'," Logan says, lifting his shirt up higher. "Don't be shy. Trace those ridges. They're nice and hard for you."
The woman lets out a nervous giggle, but I watch her face flush as she closes the distance between them, and runs her fingers across his chiseled stomach. Her fingers dip in and out of every ridge, slow and careful, as if she's milking every minute of this.
As she's doing this, a whole new crowd of women approach, each one begging to put their fingers on Logan.