"5 Ribbons!"...Ana and Beau take us on a journey of physical need. It is through their eyes we are held captive as if clenched between two smoldering, lust-filled bodies. We are caught in the middle of some of the most seductive, stimulating images one could ever imagine. The twist to this erotically charged short story will leave you quite breathless and wanting more…much more. Paris Dixon has created a world where imagination and reality could become intertwined. She skillfully sets the stage for the reader's thoughts to take over and forces them to watch the titillating picture develop with each new sentence. She caught me and held me. I needed to know exactly what would happen as I neared the ending pages. I definitely want more of Paris Dixon…her words…her thoughts…her vivid imagination."—Patti Fleishman, Romance Junkies
"4 Roses!...Paris Dixon has written an amazing short erotica. The story grabs you from the beginning. The heroine is someone you can understand and relate. Her desires are normal womanly fantasies. The hero is the man of many women's dreams. If you are looking to read something sexual, this is the book for you."—Tina, Love Romances
"A titillating tale, Morning Ritual, crams one powerful punch in a short amount of pages. Beau and Ana are delightful characters who immediately leap off the pages and become ingrained on your soul. The voyeurism in the story is hot, and very exciting to read. Ana's actions and reactions are perfect, and Beau's are downright mouthwatering. The story takes place in Georgia on a beautiful beach and the vivid descriptions of the sunrise and sunsets make me wish for a house on the beach. The sex is down and dirty and makes the blood boil with each encounter hotter than the first. I loved it when Beau revealed his secret. Now, I can't tell you what it is, you'll just have to read for yourself, but I promise you'll love it! Author Paris Dixon weaves a lust-filled story that will please readers of romantica for sure. Her outstanding characters and enticing storyline makes Morning Ritual hard to put down. Once I started reading it, I couldn't seem to put it down. Definitely, my kind of book."—Jordan Moon, The Word on Romance
"(A dual review with Lechery For The Devil)...Oh my goodness!!! How can I express how enjoyable these stories are? First of all, they are intensely, erotically delicious! Both stories are sexually wicked and have happy endings that a true romantic can appreciate. And kudos to Ms Dixon...I love when heroines enjoy their heroes bodies to the utmost!! I am happy to have another ebook to read by this author...Passion Knows No Boundaries is sure to be very satisfying, and it is a longer length story. More sex to enjoy...I can hardly wait!"—Lizzy Benway, Taste The Erotic
"...Hot is an understatement with this book. Paris Dixon has once again set the pages on fire. So far I have loved everything she has written. If you are looking for a short, steamy, erotic read, then this books is a must read."—Beatrice Sigman, In The Library Reviews
"4 1/2 hearts!—Peeping tom? Only if you get caught! Then again, getting caught can be more than half the fun! You have to try this story. It's an amazingly quick read, amusing, and oh so HOT!"—Amy Turpin, The Romance Studio
...Anastasia Hunter knew this “morning ritual,” as she had deemed it, had taken over her life. With a wry chuckle, she wondered if a support group existed for her particular obsession, then dismissed the comic notion. After all, what young, hot-blooded female—straight female, she amended—could resist the temptation she faced every day, and who would want to stop the habit anyway?
With that thought in mind, she stepped to the window. From a nearby table, she snatched her lightweight, yet efficient, Takami 3000 with the telescopic lens—her best and dearest companion. She took her usual position facing the neighboring house, drew a deep breath, and waited…
Seconds later—a span of time that seemed an eternity—a smile twisted her lips.
“Good morning, Sundance. You’re right on time,” she whispered against the window, her breath momentarily fogging the glass. As always, the tempo of her heart accelerated as her nearest neighbor appeared on his second-story deck—in all his naked glory. “Oh, Lordy, you never disappoint, do you, hot stuff?”
Per usual, she raised the camera to her eye and adjusted the focus. That’s it, perfect, she decided, when his facial features came into crisp view. As the thirtyish man studied the ocean and greeted the day, he ran both hands through his sleep-mussed hair, the russet-brown locks straggling nearly down to his broad shoulders and undulating in the balmy breeze. The rising sun painted an opalescent blaze in his lambent, almond-shaped eyes, while his generous lips curved upward, revealing a devastating, pearly white smile that said “it’s great to be alive.”
With its intelligent brow, strong jaw and chin, and perfectly proportioned nose, his face compelled Ana like that of a movie star’s. Indeed, on the morning following her arrival, the day she first glimpsed her naked neighbor through her camera, she looked at the handsome face and bushy mustache and immediately likened him to a darker-haired Robert Redford, similar to his appearance in the movie, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. Ana instantly christened her neighbor “Sundance,” and from that moment, her obsession began.
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For the next five minutes, the Takami 3000 catered to Ana's every demand, capturing images of Sundance. He stood on his deck, as proud as a hale and robust panther, stretching his lean, muscular frame like he did every morning, rain or shine. His outrageous masculinity arrested Ana's eyes. She feasted on this particular breakfast fare; every inch of his bare flesh seemed a gourmet chef's masterpiece, forged for the sole purpose of receiving her hungry kisses.
His long, sinewy limbs, broad back, and firm, round buttocks, all deliciously flexed as he twisted the kinks from his body. His torso, sculpted from vigorous exercise and covered in a downy pelage of dark brown hair, practically screamed to be sampled and savored. And the sight of his meaty cock, at least six inches in length in its flaccid state, redoubled Ana's ferocious appetite.
She ran a moist tongue over her lips and added to her mounting collection of photographs, whispering silent commands toward the house more than a hundred feet away. "Turn to the right, Sundance—oh, yes, that's it. Now to the left—good boy. Now let me view those firm cheeks—oh, baby, you know what I like to see…"
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Never in all her years as a photographer—or even as a woman—had Ana viewed a man who looked so perfectly comfortable in his skin. Without any hint of modesty, the man flaunted his nudity to the world, as if thanking Mother Nature for her generosity.
And why shouldn’t he?
Never had Ana photographed a creature with such an extraordinary physique, a body that seemed magnificently designed for sex, nor had she had such a creature share her bed. As she expected, fire started in her loins when she imagined what she would do if she could just lay her hands, her mouth, her tongue, on a man like that…
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