Sexy? You bet it is!

 

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From the author of TARGET in the SUN, Best in Contemporary Fiction 2017 comes the steamy release:

Lie to Me an exposé on sex for money    Last days on sale!

“This becomes my favorite and creates a yearning for adventure like that caused by Eat Pray Love.” Gowri

“Sexy? You bet it is. Lynda Filler has a thoughtful way of delivering her wicked sexy story directly, to my very own wicked intimate imaginings.” Mz Patchouli

“Ms. Filler has once again seduced her readers with a very real, very sexy story of love lost, romance found, and sex purchased….for the right price, of course. Very well done!” Sabrina Jean

“Lie to Me, is insanely captivating, entertaining, and exciting… A spellbinding story that explores the psychology of sex in a way that defies Coelho’s Eleven Minutes.” 5 STARS R. Dzemo, Readers’ Favorite. 

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Layla Duncan–a forty-something writer–has an insatiable curiosity about Mexico’s other tourism, men who sell steamy sexual encounters to vacationing women in Puerto Vallarta. She infiltrates the organized underworld of male prostitution, interviews several men and writes an exposé of their lives. The lines between Layla’s personal life and professional assignment quickly become blurred, and she finds herself questioning her value system in an exciting yet disturbing way.

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Twenty-year-old Mateo:   

He was a ghost. He had no past that he could cling to, a present full of lies, and a future filled with despair. Unless he made changes.

“I’m confused. I’ve never been involved with someone before. I never allowed myself to care before. You are like this wild card that has come into my life. I didn’t ask for you, I didn’t want to fall in love with you. But I think that’s what I feel for you.”

What are your secrets? Layla wondered. Is it pain, or deceit you’re running from; or are you running from yourself?

“Layla, you are so grown up and yet, such a little girl. Don’t you know there are bad men out there? They will set you up, charm you, steal your heart, then take everything else you have to offer. You should go home, little girl, back to Colorado where you belong.” Mateo sighed.

Layla saw a man who lived with wolves in the forest.
Would he ever belong to her?
Mateo drifted off to sleep.
Only music lingered.

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.99 cents, don’t Lie To Me!​

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February is the month of LOVE. I thought I would offer deep discounts and free books this month to celebrate my favorite topic. Let’s start the month off with my latest release at .99 cents for today and tomorrow, and then $1.99 in a Kindle Countdown Deal.

Here is an overview of the story; and right underneath I will share what the readers have to say about Lie To Me an exposé on sex for money

How many lives have been ruined for the pleasure of an orgasm?

Forty-something Layla Duncan, a women’s magazine writer, has a dangerous obsession with men who sell steamy sexual encounters to vacationing women in Puerto Vallarta. She infiltrates the underworld of male prostitution, interviews several men and begins to write a mesmerizing exposé of their lives.

Before long the lines between Layla’s personal life and professional assignment become blurred, and she finds herself questioning her value system in a titillating yet disturbing way.

Sparks fly one night when she takes a break from her writing and meets the sensual twenty-something Mateo at a local nightclub. The charismatic yet quiet young Mexican man seems oblivious to his powerful sexual aura but is immediately turned on by Layla. The one-night-stand turns into sporadic hook-ups, while two emotionally damaged lovers long for something neither can put into words. 

Lynda Filler has once again delivered a fast-paced, sexy and sometimes gut-wrenching page-turner that will unnerve you and leave you breathless. 

 

What are the readers saying about  Lie To Me an exposé on sex for money?

“LTM is insanely captivating, entertaining and exciting. It’s a spellbinding story that explores the psychology of sex in a way that defies Coelho’s Eleven Minutes.” R. Dzemo 5 STARS READERS’ FAVORITE BOOK REVIEWS

“Loved “Lie To Me” Great storyline. Wonderful author. Not too tame. Not too wild. More like Goldilocks…it’s just right. Sexy? You bet it is. Lynda Filler has a thoughtful way of delivering her wicked sexy story directly, to my very own wicked intimate imaginings. I love to read. I read everything from Ancient History to the taboo (a lot of similarities there). I would file ‘Lie To Me’ under, exotic & erotic or sweet & sexy or both. I would do my best to persuade men as well as women, to read this fun/sexy exposé.” Mz Patchouli

“Filler has created an exciting, sexy, heart-breaking book. Her characters are vibrant and engaging. The story is solid and builds in intensity. The conclusion is perfect, if somewhat predictable. All in all, this more than just a romance or an erotic novel. It is an exploration of human experiences and the need we all have to love and be loved.” E. Horton-Newton, Author
“This is a story of a woman who goes with the flow of life, trying to find herself in the process while so much inner turmoil is going on. And through this process, she redefines the meaning of love for herself.” Gowri
“I’ve read a couple of Lynda Filler’s books in the past, but her latest, Lie To Me is without a doubt, the best work of hers I’ve read. It is taut, well-written and full of insightful perceptions of people and their motivations.” REA

 

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Action and Sex?

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I love 2018 already!

My readers have spoken. The first books to download into Kindles today were my JET series and Lie to Me an exposé on sex for money. 

You want more action and lots of sex? I’m up for the challenge.

Let’s start 2018 with a cover reveal. JET-Reborn will be added to 4 novellas in the JET series. I’m super excited about this story.

Will she finally settle down with Hannah in Paris, France? Being an ex-assassin for the Mossad is not an easy career to walk away from. Jet’s making changes in her life and she starts them in Cape Town, South Africa.  JET-Reborn will have you hopping from Cape Town to Paris, London and Doha, Qatar. The action is non-stop! 

And while you’re waiting, you can catch up by starting with JET-Exposed, the first in series based on Russell Blake’s highly successful and popular Jet! $1.99 download on your Kindle App.

Enjoy the ride!

And thanks for reading. 2017 was my best year yet!

Readers’ Favorite

 

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I wrote this novel when I was in one of my ‘moods.’ It’s risque, very different for me, almost uncomfortable in its rawness and blatant sensuality. I truly felt like a voyeur…as if this story came through me–had been sent to me by my Muse–a story that must be told and yet I almost published it under a pen name. When I sent it to my editor I asked for an honest opinion. She said she loved it. It’s always the readers and reviewers who matter to me so I went ahead and released it this week.

This is my first Editorial Review. I’m insanely thrilled!

5 STAR

 

Lie to Me: An Exposé on Sex for Money by Lynda Filler is a spellbinding story that explores the psychology of sex in a way that defies Coelho’s Eleven Minutes. Layla Duncan is a magazine writer, a forty-something woman obsessed with digging into why men sell their bodies for money. Her quest to understand the trade leads her to Puerto Vallarta, a dream world for her, with the affordable cost of living and exciting things to do. But the moment she takes leave from work to have time for herself is when she meets the charismatic young Mexican guy, Mateo, a man whose charm quickly rubs off on Layla. They find themselves in each other’s arms before they are fully aware of what is going on. But what should have been a one night stand soon transforms into frequent hookups that make the professional, opinionated woman question many things she has grown up believing.

Lynda Filler’s novel is character-driven, emotionally intense, and packed with action, a story that explores male psychology regarding sex and a woman’s quest to redefine her identity in a world of twisted morals, where men are driven by the quest for orgasm. The emotional and psychological conflicts are well-explored in this novel and they are at the heart of the plot. The characters are exceptional, written with depth, and a lot of humanity is injected into them. It’s hard not to like the inquisitive and outgoing Layla, but her encounter with the laid-back, easy-going Mateo changes the allure. Lie to Me: An Exposé on Sex for Money is insanely captivating, entertaining and exciting. It’s the kind of book that entertains readers while forcing them to review their sense of reality. A must-read!

Reviewed by Romuald Dzemo for Readers’ Favorite   5 STARS

Layla & Omar NEW RELEASE TODAY

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Why couldn’t she be honest with herself? She knew, from the moment she’d left the house, where she was going. Two blocks over she found it. La Noche. The sign was a wolf howling into the moon. She felt like a wolf on the prowl.

She pushed through a group of young men sharing a joint at the front door. Trendy Guadalajara youths hunched around intimate café tables playing dominoes and looking cool.

She heard him before she saw him.

A smiling waiter found an empty table in the corner close to the band. “Cómo estás, señorita? What can I get you to drink?” Two boys at the table beside her, still wearing their shorts from the beach, looked her up and down with half-closed bloodshot eyes.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here without a boyfriend?”

“Why? You want to apply for the job?”

The one with dreadlocks tried a seductive focus in on Layla. But she was laughing, so he gave up.

“No, I got a job already. I work on the beach at Los Muertos doing the parasailing trips. My friend Manuel runs the boat. Have you ever gone parasailing? You know, where you get strapped into a harness and you sail up into the sky while the boat leads from the ocean.”

“No. I haven’t. I want to do it sometime, but I’m too nervous.”

“Well, I will take you up for free! But then, you have to pay me to bring you down!”

“Very funny.” Layla gave them a smile, a kind of sloppy, stupid grin. They weren’t the only ones under the influence. She should really order a coke.

“Hey, we’re thinking of going to the Zoo. Do you want to join us?”

“No, I don’t even know you guys.”

“Come on. You’ve been talking with us for at least five minutes. What’s your problem? If you like us, we will even pay you for sex!”

Layla laughed. Fun. She needed some fun in her life. At first, she thought they were joking. But they weren’t laughing. Did they think she was a hooker?

“What’s the going rate? And I suppose you want me to go with the both of you at the same time?”

“Hmm, what do you think, Manuel? It depends. What do you like to do? They call me Ricki, by the way, nice to meet you.” Ricki put his arm around Layla and gave her a kiss on the cheek. They were really quite charming, considering their proposition and the fact that they were drunk.

“Well, actually, it would have to be at another time. I’m waiting for my novio. He’s a Federales officer and should be here any minute.” The waiter chose that moment to bring over her wine.

Instantly, the arm came off Layla’s shoulder.

“So, I think we should go. Hasta Luego. Let’s go, Manuel. Nice meeting you.”

She glanced at Omar playing his guitar. He had long dark fingers, lovely hands. She had been too busy checking out his body to notice his hands before. His voice was strong and focused; totally lost in his music. He sang from his heart with a depth of passion she hadn’t expected.

He turned slightly, maybe sensing he was being watched. She wanted to touch his silky ebony curls. He looked into her eyes. She flushed, her lust taking over.

Why had she come? This was stupid. She was in need of serious self-talk. Don’t act like a groupie. No, that’s not working. What about his age? He’s beautiful and hot, age never stopped her before. Okay, so none of that’s helping. Here comes the low blow: think of what he does for a living.

He finished his set and placed his guitar against the stand. Layla took a sip of her wine while he made his way over to her table. He was dressed all in black. She pretended to be cool, but a gorgeous dark Mexican man dressed in an Armani black t-shirt and pants? She was fucked. He could tell just looking at her face.

He leaned down and kissed her slowly on the cheek, his hand lingering possessively on her neck. She reached up, twisting his hair around her fingers and moved her head until their lips met. Her nipples hardened instantly.

“Layla. I’ve been waiting for you.” He pulled a chair closer to Layla so their legs touched. She could feel his heat. She didn’t move away. She didn’t want to.

For once, Layla didn’t feel like talking. Sometimes, she just wanted to feel.

The waiter put a tequila shot on the table.

“You’re very quiet, Layla.” Omar downed it quickly. “I have an idea. My place is very near here. We can walk. I will play some of my music for you. Let’s go.”

 

They walked hand and hand down the almost deserted Old Vallarta streets. Just around the corner from the Fajita Republic, they stopped at a steep set of stairs. Omar pointed to the staircase.

“Do I have to carry you, Layla, or can you walk on your own?”

“Very funny. I only had a little pot and little booze. I’m fine. Just walk behind me and watch my back in case I stumble.” Layla started up the steps. Her jeans hugged her butt and she knew it.

“No problemo. I will watch your back anytime, señorita.”

At the top of the stairs, a doorway led into Omar’s apartment. He struggled with his key. Nervous.

Two guitars sat on his bed; sheet music on his pillow. A half-burned candle and a half-smoked joint lay side by side on his night table.

Layla picked up a chunk of pink quartz in the shape of a heart.

“I got that from the interior here in Mexico.”

A funky ceramic lamp covered with a blue, green, and purple cotton pareo cast a nice soft and romantic glow around the room. An oversized poster of Mick Jagger and the Rolling Stones covered the wall above his bed. His studio apartment was neat and smelled of incense. Not what she had expected at all.

“Make yourself comfortable.” Omar turned the key in the lock and walked to the fridge in the kitchen area.

There was a chair by the table where more sheet music lay half completed. Other than that, the most comfortable spot looked to be the bed. Layla chose the bed, dropping her shoes as she made her way over to its edge.

“Don’t have a lot to drink, but vino blanco and some beer. Which would you prefer?” He smiled in acknowledgment of her choice of seating.

“Just water. I still need to make my way home.” She laughed self-consciously.

“Don’t worry. I will make sure you get home okay.” He handed her a glass of ice water.

“Sing something for me.” She smiled as she bunched the pillows together and leaned forward into them.

“Sure. Let me play the first song I ever wrote. It’s in Spanish. A love song, actually. I was sixteen when I wrote it.” Omar began to strum his guitar.

Even though it was in Spanish, Layla loved it. When he finished, she applauded and asked for a translation.

“Well, it kind of goes like this. It’s called ‘It’s Time to Let Me Go.’

 

Now that we are over, remember only the good part.

Remember how I loved you.

Forget how I hurt you.

Remember how we longed for each other when we were apart.

Remember how we ached to touch when we came together.

Forget the lies, the deceits.

Remember only the good parts.

Remember how we loved to make love, how we touched each other.

How we slept holding each other in our arms.

Forget the nights I didn’t come home.

Remember only the good parts.

Thank you for everything,

the love I never had before,

the love you gave me

and the love I could not return the way you needed

Remember only the good parts.

I will carry your love with me.

Forever in my heart.

 

“That’s beautiful, Omar.”

Layla stretched out across his bed.

Omar continued playing, soft and romantic melodies. Lost in the music, he closed his eyes and thought about the words. When he opened them, Layla had fallen asleep.

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Voyeur

 

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Mateo

HE FOUND HIMSELF standing outside her door, again.

He wasn’t sure why. After all, sex was sex. She was a one-night stand. He just couldn’t stop thinking about her. He showered, got dressed to come downtown. Mateo had no idea how long he had been there, standing on the broken sidewalk, looking at the numbers on the doorway. He thought about walking away. The last thing he wanted in his life was a relationship. Complications, demands, caring about how someone felt, no. He listened to the guys he knew talking about their wives and girlfriends. Too many hassles. He had never had an adult relationship and now that he knew better, he wasn’t going to start!

He smiled, thinking about the wild sex they’d had the night before. She was really amazing. She’d laughed and at one point, he was certain she had cried. He’d pretended not to notice.

His friends would never believe it if they knew he was standing outside a girl’s apartment, hoping to run into her.

He was confused, time to leave. At that moment, her door opened. He heard her before he saw her. That voice, maybe that was it: musical, fun, and sexy all in one.

She was arm in arm with a great looking girl with the longest legs Mateo had ever seen. They hugged each other and the tall girl fell into a waiting cab. Mateo felt like a voyeur catching an intimate moment between two lovers. Maybe she was a lesbian. Naw, bi-sexual maybe. but she was definitely not a lesbian.

In that moment, she looked up and saw him waiting. He worried that she might be annoyed or think he was stalking her. Damn! What was he doing there anyways?

 

 

Sex on the beach

 

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Excerpt: explicit

“It takes a lot of money to break into the music business. My family are not in favour of my music. They want me to go into the family business. I have an education. I graduated from the University of Guadalajara in business. But I will never join the family business.”

The waiter interrupted their conversation to take their order. Omar ordered a Pacifico. Layla pulled out a cigarette and the waiter lit it for her.

“You better give up smoking or you’re going to need a facelift!” Layla threw a piece of lime at Omar. He caught it mid-air.

“Seriously, I want to play music and I will do whatever I have to do to make it happen.”

Layla sipped her white wine, thinking about Omar’s ‘whatever it takes’.

“What about you, Layla. What’s your passion? Why do you want to talk to Mexican boys who give pleasure to women for money?” He brought the lime to his full sensual lips and sucked on it.

She was momentarily taken aback. Tables turned, and a question she was not quite certain she knew the answer to.

“Hey, I’m asking the questions here,” she laughed, “and stop sucking on that lime!” He smirked.

“I need food. What are we eating?” Omar grabbed the menu.

“Whatever you want.” She smiled, then motioned to the waiter to bring chips and salsa. Omar also spoke with the waiter and then he left them alone.

“I write. That’s what I do.” She continued her X-rated thoughts, momentarily imagining those luscious lips circling her hardening nipples. “I think about life, and I write about people and their lives, and what makes them do the things they do.”

“But who wants to read about the boys in Mexico?” Omar stretched his well-developed body along the teak lounge chair, his bulge visible through his tight black jeans.

“Well, I guess I’ll find out when I finish my story.” She cleared her head and brought her mind back to why she was here.

“Antonio said you’d be okay with my questions.”

“Sure, whatever, as long as you pay for my time. Ask me anything.” Another Pacifico with tequila on the side appeared on the table.

“How about another drink, Layla? I know I work much better with tequila. Join me, Señorita, and I will tell you all my secrets.” Far too charming, far too dangerous, just the way she liked it.

“Sure, why not? I’ll have another glass of wine. So, tell me, Omar, what makes you so good at what you do?”

“Ah, how should I answer that? Let me think. I have been giving pleasure to women since I’m fourteen years old. My parents sent me to the American School in Guadalajara for high school. There was a teacher from San Francisco, an older woman about forty now and she really liked me a lot. I could tell. She used to help me with things and I would stay after school for her advice. I was always tall for my age and because I lived in the States and my family had money, I was older in my ways than other kids in my class. She was my first lover.” Omar smiled, displaying expensive dentistry.

“Did you say you were fourteen?” Layla was stunned. She had read about a woman in the States who’d had a child with a Mexican boy who was thirteen, still a child himself. She’d ended up in jail for statutory rape.

“Uh, huh. Fourteen. She taught me how to make love to a woman. And I liked her a lot. I still see her when I go home to Guadalajara. She teaches English Literature at the American School. Hey, Pablo, cómo estás?” Omar did the Mexican handshake with a friend. His friend looked Layla over. Does his friend mistake her for a client?

“Qué pasa, Omar? How come we haven’t seen you at Señor Frogs this week?” Pablo smiled at Layla, waiting for an introduction.

“Very busy. This is my friend, Layla. Layla, meet Pablo. Sometimes Pablo plays music with us.”

“Sí, you should come, Señorita, and hear us play. We’re very good! Okay, Omar. I see that you are busy. Call me. Hasta luego.”

“Where do you play, Omar?” Layla thought about her double entendre.

Omar smiled. “I play everywhere, Señorita, but when I play music it’s late at night, after hours until about six in the morning. There’s a little bar near Basilio Badillo in Old Town. Would you like to come one night? Usually I play Friday, sometimes Saturday, the days the tourists are checking in and out, so it doesn’t interfere with business.”

“Yes, that would be good. I don’t want to take too much of your time, so I will ask you a few more questions and if it is okay with you, we can get together again.”

“Sure.”

“How do women find you, I mean, how do women who want to pay for sex find you? Do you use an agency? Or what?” Layla checked her recorder to be certain it was working properly.

“I have an agency, but I also freelance. Word of mouth.” Omar stopped and stared at her mouth, then laughed.

 

Disturbing…

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The writer studied the boy. His dark skin gleamed with a fine mist of perspiration. He had perfected the bedroom eyes look. Maybe he grew up watching old movies, Steve McQueen perhaps.

He leaned into her and took her hand, smiling as if he could read her mind. He was tall for a Mexican, close to six feet. His t-shirt stretched tight across his well-developed chest, his upper arms bare and strong. She let her thoughts free-fall and she could imagine him lifting her and sliding her down on top of his large, hard penis. She shivered involuntarily.

“I don’t want to take you away from your livelihood this evening. Could we get together tomorrow during the day to talk? Would that be okay?”

“Sí, I work at the Hotel Fiesta Americana doing massage on the beach. Would you like a massage?”

Layla smiled. Somehow, she knew a massage from him would end up more than a massage. The thought was delicious and disturbing. He really looked young.

“Let’s meet at A Page in the Sun in Old Town, up the street from McDonald’s. We can have coffee and talk. Would that work for you?”

“Sí, Señorita. Tomorrow at ten o’clock in the morning. What about now? I have some free time. Can I give you a taste without cost, so you can see why the women pay me so much? Sí or non?”

“No!” They both laughed. His confidence was incredible for such a young man.

“Well, it never hurts to ask, no?” he teased.

“Adiós, Antonio. I look forward to tomorrow.”