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Wednesday, October 11, 2017

A Wicked Treat by Crimson Syn ❤️ Book Tour & Gift Card Giveaway ❤️ (Halloween New Adult Romance)


Anthony Reed has me primed and ready for so much more.
More of his mouth, more of his touch, more of his deliciously dirty words.
The man seduced me from the first moment I saw him,
And I can’t seem to stop myself from getting lost in him.
But my job is at stake, and so is my heart.
Yet I can’t help but fall for his devilish ways.

I have never yearned for a woman like I do Miss Ana Collins.
She’s beautiful, smart and unbelievably tempting.
She’s also my daughter’s Kindergarten teacher.
I should stay away from her, protect her, but I can’t do that.
My angel means everything to me.
Even if I have to fight my torrid past, I will have her.
She’s the only one who can mend my broken heart.

***This Halloween, an angel will fall in the hands of a very horny devil.***
Mature audiences only: 18+
Explicit sexual scenes and language.


“Okay everyone, it’s time to clean up and get ready for Reading Circle!”
Big innocent eyes looked up at me, some even begging for more playtime,
but we only had an hour left and I wanted to make sure that they got their
reading time in.
This was my first year as a teacher at St. Teresa’s Catholic School. It was
one of the best private school’s to work for in New York City. When I had gotten
the call, I nearly cried with joy. It was a dream job, offered to a twenty-two-yearold
graduate who barely had any experience under her belt. But working in the
city and my volunteer work in the children’s hospital had gotten me some of the
best recommendations a teacher could ask for.
I had always wanted to be a grade school teacher, ever since I could
remember. My sister called me the child whisperer since I was the only one that
was able to quiet down my two nephews. What can I say? It’s most definitely a
gift. In college, I gave up the parties and even let my relationship fail for my
career. It meant everything to me. When Dr. Rollins told me she wanted to give
me a recommendation letter I was ecstatic. The best child psychologist in the
city wanted to help me and I was unbelievably grateful. As soon as I graduated I
had received three job offers, but the one I truly wanted was St. Teresa’s. It was
here that I had grown up and it was here that I wanted to make a change.
I was now well on my way through my first Fall semester as a Kindergarten
teacher. It was late October and I was still getting the hang of the school’s
routines as well as the curriculum. Cassidy Garrison, the school’s Principal,
would constantly pop her head in, wanting to know how the children were doing
and asked them what they had learned that day. I became a nervous wreck every
time she appeared, but when the children answered her questions eagerly I felt
relief and pride that they had learned something I had taught them.
I still hadn’t met all the parents, but there was a meeting coming up where
Principal Garrison wanted to introduce all the new teachers and the new
curriculum for the year. I was looking forward to having that chance to meet my
kids’ parents and find out what they’re expectations for me were.
“Miss Ana?” Laura Reed, a pretty little four-year-old, pulled on the edge of
my skirt and looked up at me with her big brown eyes. I had to admit, I had a
soft spot for the little girl. She wasn’t like the other children, and she tended to
be on her own for most of the day. I was trying to bring her out of her shell,
“Yes, Laura.” I crouched down to her level.
“My daddy’s picking me up today.”
“Your, Daddy?” She always talked about her father, but I had never met the
man. According to Principal Garrison, Laura’s father would pick his daughter up
every other week. Apparently he spent most of his time in his beach home in
Daytona. It didn’t seem like Principal Garrison held him in any high regard by
the way she spoke of him. Almost like he had neglected his daughter and his
family for fame and glory as she so nicely put it. Unfortunately, when he did get
into the city, he’d always send his driver to pick her up, but maybe this once I’d
finally get to meet him.
“Yes. Daddy said he was coming to get me this time.”
I smiled and fixed her mess of bangs that had matted to her forehead. “I’m
glad, sweetie.”
She leaned in and whispered. “He’s really handsome.”
I raised an eyebrow and smiled at her. “Really?”
She nodded quickly. “Uh-huh. He doesn’t have a girlfriend, he always looks
so sad.” She pouted a little and looked down at her feet.
I tilted my head and mimicked her pout. “Well, maybe he’s just tired from
working so hard. I’m sure he’s not sad.”
She shrugged. “That’s what mommy always says. She said he was too sad
and alone. She said he was path...path..tetic.”
I raised an eyebrow, not really liking what I was hearing. I hated when
parents put their children in the middle of their relationships. “You know what?”
“What?” she answered excitedly.
“How about we cheer Daddy up?”
She clapped her hands and jumped up and down. “Yes! How?”
“Let’s draw him a picture!”
She giggled again and jumped up and down.
“Go get the colors and you can draw him something he loves.”
“He loves cars. He’s a race car driver.”
I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “Oh wow! That sounds exciting. Let’s go
draw him a car then.”
“Can I make it pink?” she asked innocently.
I laughed. “You can make it any color you want.
And just like that, my plans had changed. I took out the crayons and pieces
of colored paper. I told the children that they were going to draw their parents
favorite thing to do, and as they sat down and started to color, I read them a
An hour later, as parents lined up to pick up their child, I felt a tug on my
hand. Looking down, Laura looked up at me expectantly.
I crouched down once again and smiled down at her. I wondered if her
father had actually shown up for her this time. I hated to see my kids
“Yes, Laura.”
“Daddy’s here!” she whispered excitedly.
“Okay.” I looked around, but didn’t see any one. “Where is he?”
“Right here.” The deep rumble of the man’s voice spread unexpected
warmth down my body.
I was still crouched down as I slowly turned towards him. My eyes came
across an expensive pair of shiny black shoes. They travelled up the length of his
charcoal, pin striped pants, which were neatly pressed and continued to trace the
seam of the pants. My eyes widened in shock and arousal at the outline of his
bulge stretched along the side of his thigh. I closed my eyes momentarily, before
I continued my journey up this man’s large expanse of a body.
I tilted my head up and my eyes caught a glimpse of tanned skin through
the undone buttons of his crisp white shirt. My held my breath as I took in his
broad shoulders and the hard line of his square jaw. I lingered on his thick lips.
They had a deep dip along the top curve of his mouth which sent an urge through
me to trace it with my tongue. The angled curve of his nose led me to the bluest
eyes I’d ever seen.
He was staring down at me, with a cocky smirk on his lips and then he
winked, snapping me back to reality. I looked down, hiding my face from him
for the moment. I could feel the deep blush heat my cheeks as I slowly stood up,
making sure to run a hand down my skirt. When I looked up at him, his eyes
were now taking me in, following the same path I had traced on him. His eyes
swept up my bare legs, glided up the billowy blue skirt of my halter dress, traced
my waistline until he stopped at my breasts where I could feel the tips of my
nipples harden under his scrutiny. The dress was conservative, but it still
managed to squeeze my breasts together, enough to produce a little bit of
cleavage which I thought I had covered with a white cardigan. Looking down, I
realized my sweater had come undone. My breath hitched as his eyes lingered on
my bare skin and I could feel the blush of my cheeks travel to the tops of my
breasts. He licked his lips and then he took his time as his eyes travelled up my
neck, outlined my lips and stopped at my eyes, where he winked at me again.
“Daddy!” Laura squealed and his eyes left mine, only to glimmer with
happiness at the sight of his little girl. She leapt into his arms and he hugged her
“Hi, baby!” He laughed, and the sound made my insides flutter. His face
changed completely to that of a loving father. He appeared almost child-like as
he talked to Laura.
“Daddy, this is my teacher, Miss Ana.”
He put Laura down and finally gave me his full attention. “Miss Ana, it’s a
pleasure to meet you.”
His lips seductively lingered on the word, as he reached his hand out to me.
Tentatively, I slipped my hand in his and his long fingers engulfed me in his
warmth. What was supposed to be a simple handshake became so much more as
his touch sent tingles up my arm. That deep heated touch continued to seep into
my body and I fought the urge to shudder from the pleasure of it.
“Mr. Reed, the pleasure is all mine.” My voice came out as a husky
whisper, and I quickly cleared my thorat, trying to hide it.
“I’m sorry?”
“Call my Anthony, or Tony, however you prefer.”
I felt my blush deepen and I nodded. “Anthony.”
“Perfect.” He smiled and my stomach flipped.
The urge to get down on my knees for this man, this stranger, was
overwhelming and surprisingly arousing. I’d never felt like this for anyone, not
even the few boys I dated in college. It’s not like I was a virgin, but I also
wouldn’t say I was experienced. I had lost my virginity to my ex-boyfriend my
first year of college. In senior year, I had sex yet again with another college guy,
after my so-called boyfriend cheated on me with his lab partner. But neither one
of those boys compared to what this man had me feeling. His eyes were
hypnotizing and his touch invoked wickedly dirty desires. He squeezed my hand
and then slowly he slipped away from me taking his warmth with him.
“Daddy, look what I drew for you!”
He reached down and smiled at her. “Let me see that.”
He examined the photo and his right eyebrow raised slightly. “Is that a pink
car, sweetheart.”
“Uh-huh. Miss Ana said I could make it any color I wanted.”
“Really.” He looked at me and I blushed again, quickly looking down at the
He chuckled and the rumble vibrated down to my pussy, making it gush. I
squeezed my thighs together fighting for control.
“I love it!” He exclaimed, and picked her up as she giggled.
“Well, Miss Ana…”
“Just Ana is fine,” I whispered.
He nodded. “Okay, Ana, Thank you so much for taking care of my little
“It’s truly a pleasure, Sir. She’s a very bright little girl.”
I smiled at her and then stopped short as he took a step closer to me. The
aroma of his expensive cologne engulfed my senses and I wanted to lean into
him and breathe him in.
“Anthony,” he said sternly.
“Wh-what?” I shook my head out of the clouds.
“You called me, Sir.”
“Oh,” I breathed.
He smirked. “I guess I could come to like that as well, as long as it’s
coming from you.”
His suggestive remark had my panties dampening even further, and I bit
down on my lip. There was a long moment of silence as we stared at each other,
his eyes were like steel. They were so intense, it felt as if they could see right
through what I was feeling. I felt my face flush with arousal and I quickly asked
the first question I could think of. “Will you be joining us for the parent teacher
meeting we are having this Friday?”
He gave me a slow seductive smile. “Will I be having a one on one with
you, Ana?”
The way he softly said my name made me want to give him all of me. I
swallowed hard, trying not to inhale the sweet scent of his cologne. “Yes, Sir.”
He smiled. “I’ll be there, then. I can’t wait for some alone time with the
Before I could say another word, he grabbed Laura’s hand and tugged her
along. She turned and waved at me. “Bye, Miss Ana!”
“Bye, sweetheart!” I waved back, my hand faltered as Anthony Reed
looked back at me and then winked at me once again.
I watched him walk away and my pussy contracted uncontrollably. I took a
deep breath and looked around me, not wanting anyone to wrongly interpret that
brief interaction. That man was dangerously attractive. He was also much older
and way out of my league. Just by his touch, and the rich timbre of his voice, he
had me all riled up and on edge. I’d never met anyone quite like him, and I
needed to be very careful of him. He was the parent of one of my kids, and I
needed to keep my distance, unless I wanted to lose my job.
Taking a deep breath, I turned around to focus on the rest of the children.
As I made sure each parent left with their corresponding child, I unconsciously
stroked the hand he had touched still feeling traces of his warmth. Those wicked
thoughts ran once again through my mind and I closed my eyes, willing them
away to no avail. This man was going to be trouble, sinful trouble.

It was Friday morning and I was sitting in my home office trying to concentrate
on the paperwork in front of me. There were several contracts that Greg, my
manager, had sent over and I needed to make sure I chose the right one for the
upcoming season. I had a few teams that were begging me to sign with them,
and some really great contracts for endorsements. Every year consisted of the
same tedious decisions and the same headaches. I loved racing, but my passion
was in designing cars. I already had several deals lined up for new car revamps
and several investors interested in working with me.
My signature on these contracts would be my last. By the end of this race, I
was going to announce my retirement. I was thirty-five years old and I had given
racing my all, coming out in the top ten, year after year. But now, with Laura
growing up and her mother wanting to focus on her boyfriends more than our
daughter, it was time for me to pay attention to the only person in my life that
mattered. Her mother was already talking about sending her to an all-girl private
academy where she knew I wouldn’t be able to see her for most of the year. If
she wanted to continue to ruin our lives, she had another thing coming.
I never fought for full custody of Laura because she loved her mother, but
Cassidy had been a bitch from the start. I should have known she had something
up her sleeve when the divorce papers came through. She was out for my money
since the beginning, and she found the sure way to tie me down with my baby
girl. When Laura was born I was smitten with my little girl, and Cassidy hated
the attention she was getting. Soon, she started ignoring me and Laura as she
found her pleasure fucking every other competitor on my team. I had become the
laughing stock of the Daytona 500 and I didn’t even know it. I was too busy
working and racing to pay attention to Cassidy. I had trusted my wife, and she
had backstabbed me so fast I never saw it coming.
It wasn’t until Laura turned one, that I found out what Cassidy was doing
behind my back. I remember that day like it was yesterday. I had just returned
from Paris and was coming home early to surprise her. When I got home, I was
the one that received a surprise. Lying on my brand-new Ferrari was Cassidy.
Her legs propped up on the shoulders of my best friend, being drilled on the
hood of a car I had spent hours working on. They never once noticed I was
standing there as they took their time betraying me. When they were done I was
in the kitchen, a half bottle of whiskey already downed, patiently waiting for
them. In all honesty, I wasn’t angry, I was hurt. They had begged for my
forgiveness, but I didn’t want to hear it and had kicked them both out. After that
day, it was a battle over my money and my house. I was an idiot for not having
taken pictures as proof of her infidelity. So when it came down to it, she took
half my money and the house. The only thing I had left was my parents’ home in
Long Island, and I fought for it until the end. I wasn’t going to give up my
childhood home so that she could sell it to some stranger for the money. It was a
long overdrawn divorce, and it had left me with a very sour taste in my life.
From that day on, I swore off all women. I spent my time working on what
I loved most and made sure I provided for my daughter. Don’t get me wrong, in
the last two years several women had tried to get close, but they were all so fake,
so superficial. Some of them even tried to use my daughter as their way in, but I
had seen through their traps. I wasn’t going to fall for it twice. To be honest, I
haven’t even thought about pussy for the longest time. Not until two days ago,
when a perfect angel popped up in my dreams.
Miss Ana Collins was simple, and sexy as hell. She looked so damn
innocent and tempting standing there, blushing for me. When her eyes assessed
me I literally felt my cock rise under her bright, golden gaze. I hadn’t felt that
way for someone in a long time, and my body wanted to fully attack hers
desperately. It wanted to feel her warmth surround me, and my cock wanted to
bury itself deep within her. The feelings were so strong, I didn’t know what to do
with them.
Just thinking about her spread out beneath me, had me adjusting my
growing bulge in my pants. In the last week, I had stroked myself more times
than I could count with images of her on her knees, her pretty pink lips wrapped
around my thick cock.
I groaned and threw the papers aside. I couldn’t concentrate, my dick kept
asking me to go find her and seduce her. She was my daughter’s grade school
teacher for God’s sake! Yet I wanted to teach her a few things of my own. I slid
my hand inside my sweatpants and took out my hard ten inches. My dick was
already throbbing in my hand as I stroked it. I grunted and closed my eyes as I
imagined Miss Ana straddling my lap and bouncing herself off my cock. I
wondered how sweet her pussy would taste, how enticing her aroma would be
and my cock started to swell. I didn’t need much to send me over, and as I
imagined her taking me inside her, I squeezed the head tightly as jet streams of
white fluid squirted out and onto my stomach. My legs shook from the power of
my orgasm and when I was done I stared up at the ceiling wondering what the
fuck I was getting myself into.

My name is Crimson Syn, not really, but what fun is it to use my real name. Instead I’ll use my inner goddess’ name, it’s much more fun that way. I grew up in New York City where I had a wonderful education, loving parents and awesome friends. What more could a girl ask for?

I started writing at the age of sixteen. The first romance I read was Stephanie Laurens’ Devil’s Bride. Since then I have been influenced by dozens of flourishing romance authors and even more dashing and daring rogues. I must say it, but Fifty Shades was not my first erotic romance, nor did it influence me to start writing them. If you’ve never read Mary Balogh, Elizabeth Hoyt, Lisa Kleypas, Bertrice Small or A.N. Roquelaure’s Sleeping Beauty trilogy, then you’re missing out. Those were my sweet introductions to erotic romance, and boy were they hot.
So here I am, after reading so many wonderful stories, I have too many sinful tales of my own not to share. I like my alphas rough and possessive, and I have no shame in saying it or writing it. I had delightfully wicked teachers growing up, their books took me to new worlds and brought me new loves. So, I want to do the same for you. I want to indulge my readers in those steamy reads that will send them into the arms of dangerous alphas and deliciously sexy rogues, without leaving the confines of their nice warm bed. If I am able to entice your inner goddesses, then I have done my job and I am satisfied.


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  1. I cannot wait to read this book, it sounds very interesting.

  2. Sounds wickedly good! Great cover! Thank you

  3. How do you overcome writer's block when working on a book?

    1. I listen to music and relax, take me mind off everything. Either that or swim, water gets my ideas rolling.

  4. Interesting cover art. Thanks for hosting.


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