"5 Stars!...If you are looking for a quick read that’s hot and steamy then I can highly recommend King For A Day. Paris Dixon can go into such detail that I could almost feel the steam from the shower scene and I laughed when they had sex in the recliner and it broke, sending them to the floor! Paris Dixon has a new fan here!"—Sharon Brown, Sizzling Romances
"4 Hearts!...King For A Day is sweet and to the point. This story is an excellent getaway from everyday stress. The intriguing characters, Mia and Seth, will have you cheering. The sex is totally intense so keep the ice water handy."—Angel Brewer, The Romance Studio
"Paris Dixon pens a short but exhilarating tale of friends who might just have more than just friendly feelings for one another. Mia and Seth are hesitant to act on their feelings for one another and when they do…passion ignites and explodes! Ms. Dixon pens an erotic tale that sets her reader on fire and hoping their own chair doesn’t break! For exciting passion, true heartfelt emotions and a quick and hot read to escape the day, grab King for a Day…you’ll be thinking about him a lot longer than that!"—Tracey West, The Road to Romance
"Blue Ribbon Rating: 4.5!...Nothing is more romantic than seeing long-time friends become lovers. For two people who know so much about each other, but not each other’s bodies makes reading King For A Day an exciting experience. The sexual tension pours off the pages as Mia and Seth learn what it is like to be much more than 'cousins.' Paris Dixon captures your attention and pulls you right into this story until the very last page."—Bea Sigman, Romance Junkies
"4 Stars!...Boy does this short story pack some punch. Like most short stories, there is very little background to Seth and Mia, but this in no way detracts from the story. With just a few sentences, you can sense the depth of feeling between the two characters. As an independent woman, Mia decides to reach out and grab what she wants and big, brawny, sexy Seth is it. And when she gets what she wants? Spontaneous combustion. Ms. Dixon has penned a richly descriptive story, with a scorching ending. It certainly brightened (and heated) up my day."—Michelle Naumann, Just Erotica Romance Reviews
"...A truly enjoyable story. I liked the author’s use of friendship, as a basis of relationship is wonderful. The characters know that their relationship will never be the same if they take this next step. Seth and Mia’s sexual chemistry is intense. You can almost feel the steam coming off of them."—Tewanda, Fallen Angels Reviews
"...A burning hot quickie where the story is filled with combustible intensity. Mia and Seth as the main characters are described well and the passion between them is intoxicating...Paris has successfully come up with a rapid story that is sure to heat up your blood. Be sure not to miss this one!"—Dee Herga, In the Library Reviews
...Seth laughed. "Hey, I may be a lot of things, but a womanizer isn't one of them!"
"Don't lie. From what Aunt Joanna tells my mother, your wild escapades are the talk of Phoenix."
"My mother isn't exactly the most reliable source, you know. You'll find her picture in the dictionary beside the word 'exaggerator.'"
"So there's absolutely no truth in her stories regarding the hundreds of females fainting at her son's feet, calling at all hours of the night, kicking and clawing and beating down the door to snag him?"
"None whatsoever...or rather..."
"A-ha! I knew that tattoo wasn't a fluke." She pointed to his right shoulder, adorned with a vivid tattoo of the King of Hearts, with the name Kingston beneath it.
Again, that damned sexy dimple cut into Seth's red-tinted cheek, melting Mia's heart. Who cares if he's fucked thousands of women, she told herself. He was here now, in her house, and she would be damned if a little unjustifiable jealousy darkened her time with him.
"So, King," she said, using his nickname and gesturing to the clothing on the floor, "if this is how you'll reside in your castle, you'll need a bevy of servants to clean up the clutter."
He chuckled, then stooped and picked up his T-shirt and shoes. "Sorry. Didn't mean to be such a slob. But in my own castle, it might not be half as bad."
"Oh? Why is that?"
"Let's just say that, when alone, the king is usually not above shunning his royal threads and crown. No clothes equals no clean up, you see?"
The thought of this beautiful beast of a man roaming around that immense Victorian-era house and wearing not a stitch of clothing enflamed Mia's insides, the heat centering in her groin. "Yes, I do see. As queen of my own domain, I've also been known to avoid clothing—especially on hot summer nights like this."
"Really?" He snatched his discarded socks, then slowly climbed to his feet, his gaze following her long legs up to her thighs, until the towel interfered with his intense scrutiny. He arched an eyebrow, and when he looked her in the eyes, Mia noted how the twinkle had returned, but with a new light, one shimmering with carnality. "I apologize if my presence has altered your habits, Your Highness. Your king begs forgiveness. I pray my punishment isn't too severe."
"I suppose I should beg for the same leniency."
"What do you mean?"
"As I mentioned when you arrived yesterday, consider this house your home. Therefore, as king in your 'temporary castle,' you have free reign, so I'm also infringing on your habits."
"But I'm here merely as 'king for a day.' Does that make a difference?"
"Not an ounce."
Her breasts bursting to be free from the towel, her pussy moist and pleading for satisfaction, Mia could take the temptation no longer. She peeled the fluffy towel away from her torso and let it plummet to the floor.
Instantly, Seth's heated gaze centered on her bosom, then roamed down her navel and into her pubic bush, much in the same fashion, and with the same intensity, as she had touched herself in the shower not a half-hour earlier. Mia could almost see the wheels turning behind his creased, intelligent brow, could practically feel him fucking her with his thoughts. As he immersed himself in his silent overview of her bare flesh, Mia did the same to him, noting how his "royal scepter" had expanded to mammoth proportions, looking as if it would tear through the zipper of his jeans at any moment...