Two New eBooks Ready to Spice up your eReaders!!!

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So, the time has come!! My two new erotica novels are ready to be purchased! They are sexy and exciting and they will you leave you begging for more. I promise. So don’t wait any longer. Go! Now! And get your copy of each book for your Kindle and (thank goodness) for the Nook as well!!

Happy Reading!!


Insomnia: what happens when you can’t sleep?

Sometimes you just can’t sleep. When Insomnia kicks in would you be able to stop yourself from doing some crazy things? Written and compiled by the new and upcoming erotic author DonnĂ©e Patrese, these steamy stories will excite and tantalize you.  They reach into the sexually charged lives of men and women of all races, ages and sexual orientations that leave you begging for more.

Insomnia can be purchased on Amazon.com.

Price is $.99



Erotic Encounters: Tales of the Paranormal and Preternatural.

Who doesn’t love a good vampire story or a freaky scary story about werewolves and ghost? I know I do and I set out to write a few for your enjoyment.
Erotic Encounters: Tales of the Paranormal and Preternatural is a collection of short stories compiled to make you afraid and turned on the same time.

Erotic Encounters can be purchased on Amazon.com.

Price: $1.99

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