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RED LETTERS made Cara Bristol’s Best Books of the Year list!

Thrilled to say the esteemed Cara Bristol, author of the Rod and Cane Society novels, chose Red Letters as one of the Best Books of the Year!

redletterswork600wFor a read that is both seductive and scary…

Red Letters by Krystina Stevens. Erotic thriller, self- published. Letters from a secret admirers are just what a neglected wife needs to boost her sagging self-esteem until she  meets her admirer and his admiration takes a deadly turn. By the end, I could not put this book down. A great example how a thriller can be suspenseful, scary, and sexy.

You can read the full post, including the other winners, here.

Thanks so much Cara!

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Wow, what a great 5-star review from the esteemed Cara Bristol!

Erotic, fresh, sinister
5.0 out of 5 stars

Neglected by her workaholic fiancé, Tania feels unloved and lonely. When the letters and gifts arrive from a secret admirer, they are just the pick-me-up she needs to feel better about herself. And when her relationship with her fiancé further deteriorates, she surrenders to the urge to meet this mystery man who seems to know exactly what she needs.

Wow. What a sexy and sinister read. To be clear, Red Letters is NOT an erotic romance, but an erotic thriller about a woman whose secret admirer is not what he appears to be. Author Krystina Stevens leads the reader down a dark and sexy path from erotic titillation to terror and keeps the reader guessing every step of the way. As the reader, you know Tania choices aren’t good ones, but you don’t fully understand what the stakes are until the author shows you. Red Letters is a well-written fresh story that feels very real from beginning to end. The tension builds slowly, incrementally as the story unfolds until by the end, you can’t the book down.

http://www.amazon.com/review

HUGE thanks Cara!

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Red Letters on sale, and back on Nook!

Big news! I’m running a huge promotion with BookBub today, and Red Letters is on sale for Kindle for just $.99 through Saturday. And in conjunction with that, it’s been pulled off Amazon Select today and is back on Nook – also on sale $.99!

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It’ll be coming back to iBooks, Kobo, and Smashwords in the next few days!

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New low price for Red Letters on Kindle US & UK!

As a huge thank you (and for selfish sales reasons of course!) I’ve lowered the price of Red Letters on Kindle for a limited time. If you haven’t read it yet (now with over twenty 5-star reviews for Kindle US alone) this might be your best time to grab it. And if you have read it, would you care to help spread the word?

Now just $2.99 for US, £1.99 for UK!

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“One of the best books I’ve read all year!”
“An edge of your seat tale of erotic suspense!”
“Drama, lust, tears all in one!”
“I could not put this book down!”

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Excerpt from Red Letters erotic suspense thriller: Girls’ Night Out

I fussed with the one remaining strand of hair that insisted on flying free of the comb, then stood back to inspect the package. The jeans and long sleeved sweater I was wearing earlier, when I was expecting Martin for dinner, were long gone, replaced by a black leather miniskirt I hadn’t worn in a couple of years, thigh-high white stockings which I had never worn (and didn’t even remember where I had gotten them; probably a shower gift from the girls), four-inch black heels which were ridiculously uncomfortable but smoking hot, and a white button-down blouse with the top three buttons undone. My hair was up and I wore the dangling earrings again, but no necklace. I intended for my cleavage to speak for itself.

redletterswork600wI was beautiful, and desirable. And I did deserve something different.

I heard the front doorbell ring. I gave my hair one last spritz of hairspray and walked downstairs.

Robert stood on the front porch and tipped his cap when I opened the door.

“Evening, Miss Lane. You look wonderful,” he said with a smile.

I leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek. The heels I wore put me almost at the same height as Robert.

“Thank you, Robert, you are a sweetheart. Katie…”

“Is already in the car, ma’am.”

I straightened his tie unnecessarily. “Then let us be off.” I could play rich and pampered for one night.

Robert opened the rear door of the limousine to reveal Katie, sitting in the back, legs curled underneath her. She was pouring a bottle of champagne into a glass, then she caught sight of me and the champagne spilled onto the floor.

“Holy… Damn, girl!”

She climbed out of the limo and grabbed me by both shoulders, turning me slightly from side to side as if inspecting me. After a few seconds she nodded.

“Oh yes, this is a good look.” She kissed me on the tip of my nose. “I’m telling you, one of these days you’re going to get me to switch hit.”

I smiled and poked her in the ribs, through the tight fuchsia one piece she wore. “Only if you’re lucky.” I nodded towards the limo. “Let’s get this party started.”

Katie giggled and climbed back inside.

 

Jake’s was quieter than it had been for the nightclub hop, as well it should have been for a Tuesday night in Bridgeport. I saw immediately upon entering that Brad was behind the bar. The house music was muted, as it was only nine-something at night, and the real dancing wouldn’t start until at least ten.

Katie took me by the hand and led me to a rounded corner booth near the end of the bar, well within sight of Brad. I felt the cold vinyl on my ass cheeks as I slid in and gasped. I wasn’t used to wearing a skirt, and with a very minimal thong and stockings that barely reached my mid-thigh, I was quite exposed to the elements. However, I also felt a little rush of excitement as the seat warmed to my touch.

Katie must have sensed it as she put her arm around me and squeezed. “I know, isn’t this fun?”

Yes, it was.

A young waitress came up carrying a tray in one hand and a pen in the other. I noticed with some satisfaction that my skirt was an inch or two shorter than hers. Before she could say anything, Brad came around from behind the bar and tapped her on the shoulder.

“I’ve got this one, Carey.”

His eyes caught mine and I felt a slight blush come over my face. Here we go with the schoolgirl thing again.

“Nice to see you ladies again,” he said with a smile as the waitress left. “And you’re looking much more… coherent,” he said to Katie.

“Hey,” she replied, pointing at him, “I was perfectly sober, I’ll have you know. I was just making sure your tequila stocks were refreshed properly.”

He laughed and his green eyes twinkled. “And you look lovely, Miss Taken.”

I clasped my hands on the table in front of me. “Thank you.” I unconsciously ran my right hand over the slight indentations on my left ring finger where my engagement ring normally sat. “Ah, white wine please.”

“Two,” said Katie. “And two of those Annie Hoes.”

Brad frowned. “What?”

“Annie Hoes. The last tequila you gave us, the brown one.”

“Annie…” He paused and closed his eyes, smiling. “Gotcha. Be right back, ladies.”

As he walked away I watched his ass. He wore a tighter jean tonight, lighter in color, and it showed every curve.

Dammit. I was starting to regret this already. I wasn’t out looking, I just wanted to enjoy a night out, and perhaps attract a little attention. Something I was sorely lacking at home. But I had purposely left my ring at home, and the guilt was starting to creep into my mind.

“Hey, honey, relax,” Katie said. She always seemed to be able to read my emotions. “Just a few drinks, maybe you’ll take me out on the dance floor, and we’ll get out of here.”

She looked up as two young men approached the table. I sighed.

“And maybe, just maybe,” she said, nudging me with her elbow, “you’ll have some new motivation to go with your toy. You know what they say, right?”

“Um, no,” I said as the two men stopped at the edge of our table.

Katie leaned over and whispered in my ear. “With the right imagination, you can have any guy you want.”

I snorted a laugh, then covered my mouth.

“Mind if we join you?” one of the young men asked, obviously not deterred by our whispering and laughing. I wondered if I pointed and giggled if it would make any difference. They were attractive, young, eager, probably inexperienced. I glanced at Katie, who had a twinkle in her eye. She would tear them apart and make them cry for their mothers. Poor guys, I thought, and laughed again.

“Please do,” I said, feeling more confident.

Brad returned with two white wines and two tequilas and set them down as the two men slid in the round booth on either side of Katie and I. He glanced at me with a raised eyebrow and I gave him a small smile. His eyebrow rose higher, so I nodded. He returned my nod.

“If you need anything at all,” he said, staring directly at me, “I’ll be right over there behind the bar.”

He winked at me and turned away. The man that sat next to me raised his arm to signal Brad for a drink, but I could tell they were going to have a difficult time getting served by him tonight.

It was strange. Brad was obviously younger than me, but I got the strongest vibe of protection, like he was looking out for me. And while that was flattering, and perhaps helpful, it wasn’t stoking my fires. Almost like he was my brother or something.

I shuddered and the man next to me pressed in closer.

“Cold?” he asked, then extended his hand across my body. “My name’s Paul.”

I took his hand and shook it daintily. “Tania, nice to meet you.”

“I’m Scott,” the other man said.

“My name is Grace,” Katie answered with a straight face. I started to say something when I felt her elbow in my ribs again, so I cleared my throat and reached for the tequila.

“It’s añejo,” I whispered to Katie.

“What? Oh,” she replied, picking hers up and clinking it against mine. “Cheers, sister.”

“Cheers,” I said, then we both drank, seconds before the two men extended their beers in a late attempt to join in.

“Sorry, next round,” Katie said to Scott. “You’re buying.”

Oh yes, she’d tear them apart. They’d never know what hit them.

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What do you think? Gotta love Annie Hoes! (And I’d love to hear your comments on the excerpt below!)

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Excerpt from RED LETTERS: Tania, alone, in many ways…

EXCERPT FROM RED LETTERS

As the warm soapy water cascaded down my stomach, I twisted the dial on the jackrabbit. It came to life with a soft whirring sound, just audible above the running water. I touched the tip of it with my index finger, feeling the soft vibration, then ran my finger down the length of it. I slowly closed my hand around it, the vibrations running up my arm into my chest, and sighed. Another day alone, even when Martin was home. He was no more than fifty feet away, but he might as well have been in China.

I reached down and turned the shower handle farther to the left and the heat increased. I slid the tip of the vibrator down my stomach, giggling slightly when it touched my belly button, then grazed my mound. My giggle quickly turned into a moan as I placed the humming tip on my clit. I felt the electricity of pleasure course through my body as I rubbed it up and down along the length of my sex. I took a deep breath and pushed my fear of the monster toy aside and slipped it inside, biting my lower lip as I felt it press against sensitive areas. Neglected areas, I thought as I turned up the dial to the second setting. The vibrations increased and I rocked my hips slightly. The sensation of the new vibrator was so much different from my little ‘bullet’ as Katie called it. Stronger, more powerful, like it was taking control, pleasuring me for my sake.

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I pushed it deeper inside, my slickness allowing it further with ease. The girth of it, much different from my smaller one, added to my enjoyment. I placed my other palm on the tile wall to support myself as I swayed. My breathing came quicker and in shorter intervals as I slid the jackrabbit in and out. I touched my clit with my thumb, feeling the swollen nub. I closed my eyes and thought of the red letter. I groaned as the wave built.

Suddenly I heard the bathroom door open. Some guilty instinct made me quickly turn off the vibrator just as Martin’s voice called out.

“Tania, I’m sorry. I’ve got to go into the city. I can’t get all of this done here, at least not today.” There was a pause and deep down I hoped he was getting undressed to join me before he left, but the tone of his voice made it clear that wasn’t the case.

“I don’t know if I’ll be back for dinner, but we’ll definitely go out tomorrow. Maybe McShay’s. Love you.”

I heard the door close and I leaned back against the shower wall, jackrabbit hanging inert in one hand.

“Love you too,” I whispered. Tears streaked down my face and merged with the warm water as I cried.

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