“Get down” #SexySnippet from TORN AVENGER

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Happy Sunday! Here are seven lines from my dark Viking romance TORN AVENGER, which releases on Sept 20 🙂

 

“Get down,” Alv ordered, breathing hard but silently to his mouth, pushing Roeland to slide onto his knees. Before they found their balance in the dark shadow of the wall, Alv reached for Roeland’s pants and pulled them down.

Oh! His cock uncurled from its constraint, like a snake in a bag. Alv grabbed it and stroked upward in one slow motion, toward the tip, his fist warm and firm. The intense sensation caused heat to course through Roeland, and he held his breath to stop a low growl from erupting in his throat. Fluid rushed to the tip of his dick and leaked a droplet, the wetness in contact with the air reminding him of how chilly it was inside the barn.

Alv kissed him deeply again and continued stroking base to tip, each time pulling the foreskin over the bigger head, enhancing the pressure in Roeland’s tense cock.

His world spun. He trembled. He wouldn’t last, the wait had been too long.

 

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Murder. Passion. Two ancient worlds colliding.

As the second son of a Viking earl, Alv Gunnulfsen wasn’t meant to inherit a throne or avenge a murder. But when his brother is slain during a raid and their father dies of grief, Alv is expected to take command and claim the killer’s death. In a world of ruthless retaliation and strict social codes, he must also maneuver cleverly to protect a troublesome secret: his attraction for men.

Roeland van Dijk, a wealthy Dutch merchant settled in Norway, has done the unthinkable to protect his family — hacked off the head of a Viking rapist. The wrath of the blond savages will cost him his freedom, and possibly his own head… Unless he’s willing to accept the love of another man.

 

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Seductive Suspect by Thea Landen

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When Veronica Campbell agrees to take her sister’s place at a murder mystery weekend getaway, she has no idea what’s in store. The events at the mountaintop lodge get off to a good start, especially when she meets Adam, the handsome man staying in the room next door. By the end of the first night, however, the role-playing games take a dark turn when one of the participants is killed for real.

Violent storms and sabotaged cars trap the guests at the lodge with no escape. Frightened and surrounded by strangers, she not only has to stay on guard against the danger that lurks in every corner, but fight the attraction to her sexy neighbor.

One by one, the murderer picks off each guest as the storm rages around them. The number of suspects grows smaller, and soon, the moment of truth arrives. Can she trust Adam, or has she wound up in the arms of a killer?

 
 

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Excerpt:

Adam stirred as I traveled lower and lower. I grazed the tip of his erection yet left it alone, choosing to cup his firm ass instead. Another strained growl rumbled in his throat, and he nipped at my lower lip. I giggled, and my fingertips danced back around to the front of him. With a light, feathery touch, I ran them up and down the length of his shaft.

The hand at my back tensed. I wrapped one hand around his cock, the perfect combination of satiny skin and solid steel. Its weight in my grasp triggered a new ache deep in my core. I had to have him again. Tightening my grip, I gave him a deliberate pump.

He broke the kiss, the muscles in his neck and jaw tight. “We’d better be careful,” he said.

“Right.” I delivered another playful squeeze before releasing him. “So, hurry up.”

Shaking his head, he grinned. “You really are something else.”

He groped around on the nightstand for the box of condoms, yanked one out, and donned it in record time. The mere thought of his cock inside me drove me crazy with desire, a craving only he could satisfy. I pulled him back toward me and ground against the swollen shaft.

Adam stroked the back of my thigh, lifting my leg over his hip. He penetrated my pussy, his wide head pushing inside. When our bodies reconnected, we stayed motionless for an infinite moment. I held him in place, marveling at how I seemed to be made for him. In that instant, nothing else mattered besides the two of us.

He slowly rocked into me. Faint flutters prickled at the ends of my nerves. Another gentle pulse intensified the pleasurable buzz. I looped my arms underneath his to embrace him and tucked my head into his shoulder.

“Uh-uh.” With one hand on my cheek, he guided my face back to meet his gaze. “Look at me. I want to see you this time.”

A stronger thrust caused me to cry out in surprise. I clenched my knees around him, drawing him farther in. Mirroring his movements, I caressed his jaw, drawing my thumb from his coarse stubble to his velvety lips. All my senses were in overdrive, every impression magnified.

Eyes locked together with mine, he buried his cock deep inside me again. The air whisked out of my lungs, and a new kind of apprehension churned in my mind. In this incredible, intimate moment, I was left exposed and vulnerable to him. I swore he saw inside my head and read my every thought. It had been so long since I’d allowed someone to get so close to me, but I’d promised myself to discard all fears for the night.

 
 

Author Bio:

Thea Landen lives in New York with her husband and two children. She strives to encourage creativity and passion in all those around her, and uses writing to help inspire. Though she reads and writes in nearly all genres, she has a special fondness for science fiction, fantasy, and adventure and anything that pushes the imagination beyond its usual limits. When she’s not writing, or thinking about writing, her hands and mind are occupied by either yarn crafts or role-playing games.

 
 

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Transcending Fire by Casey Moss

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Hello! It’s been quite some time since I’ve had a release, and now I can say all that’s changed. A big thank you to my host for allowing me to visit today and share my story Transcending Fire. This erotic, futuristic, dystopian story based around different motorcycle gangs has had quite a journey to get to this point. Perhaps one day I’ll share the two-plus-year jaunt this story went through to find a home. Luckily, it finally has. Even with all the trials it went through, I still love this story. It’s one of my favorites that I’ve written, and one that I didn’t get tired of during the editing process either. Yay!

A man dealing with an Earth in chaos. A woman from an alternate universe hoping to find her destiny. Two motorcycle gangs and a real bad ass who wants to ruin everything. What’s not to like?

 

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Hunter Macario wants one thing—a place to belong. When given an opportunity to solidify his position in the motorcycle club, Devil’s Thunder, he takes it.

Dragon’s Clan member, Safaia King, believes she’s found the man from her people’s legend and her dreams. She has one goal, even if he’s in a rival club—to make Hunter hers and keep him safe so he can fulfill their destiny.

After Hunter makes a huge mistake, he’s sent to where Safaia lives—an alternate universe called The Den. In this new world, sex, battles, and secrets abound. Hunter must survive The Den to right some wrongs or else he could lose everything he’s ever gained, including his home and Safaia’s love.

 
 

Excerpt:

A wicked glint lit her eyes, and a playful grin spread across her face. She smoothed a hand down his hard chest. “I love the definition of your muscles, Hunter, how they shudder beneath my fingers when I touch you.” Inch by inch, she continued sliding her hand down his torso. She moved her hand between his skivvies and skin. Saf circled his cock and stroked him in time with the motions of his fingers within her. Desire pulsed through his body, setting it aflame. She pressed her face against his chest and playfully bit his pectoral as she rode his hand.

Adrenaline and arousal increased his breathing rate, and a warm buzz raced through him. The pull between them seemed so intense, undeniable, as if they had to be together or perish. He felt like one of the club’s customers addicted to black chip and needing a fix before he went crazy with want. And his drug of choice?

Safaia. Always and forever Safaia.

He wanted to eat her up. “I want to taste you. Lick up your juices and have you squirm beneath my face.” Hunter yanked down her jeans and repositioned her until her ass was at the edge of the boulder.

Sinking to his knees, he placed himself between her legs. Looking forward to tasting her sweetness and feel her softness after facing the harsh realities of his life, he traced a line of gentle kisses along her inner thigh from her knee to her pussy and then fastened his mouth on the sensitive folds between her legs. When he dipped his tongue into her canal, she shifted her butt to allow him better access. He reached up and snaked his rough hands under her shirt, concerned only for a moment whether she enjoyed or loathed the coarse touch of his dry, work-worn skin. She moved the cloth and her bra out of the way.

Seems she doesn’t mind.

Pushing away all his thoughts and focusing on her—his carnal treasure—Hunter kneaded her tits while he teased her clit. He loved the taste and scent of her musky flesh and lapped up her essence as he said he would.

She grasped his head, weaving her fingers in his hair. “Oh, great Universe. This is. This is.” She panted and grappled with his locks as a low, deep moan rolled from her throat. “I think I’m going to come.”

The first night they’d met, their lovemaking had been hot and fast, more wham bam thank you than let’s linger and relish this. This time, though, he wanted to savor her, make her feel all sorts of naughty pleasure as he took his own.

Saf bucked and tried to scooch away, but he grabbed her hips and kept her from moving away from him. Unrelenting, he tongue fucked her. She struggled and wriggled, but he continued his assault, plunging his tongue in and out of her, licking up her wetness, and nipping at her clit. Safaia pressed the back of his head and lifted her ass. Spasms racked her body. She cried out his name.

Bringing her to orgasm thrilled him, but his selfish streak came forward. He wanted to enjoy her and feel his own pleasure, so he rose, stepped back, and removed his jeans.

 
 

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Casey Moss delves into the darker aspects of life in her writing, sometimes basing the stories on reality, sometimes on myth. No matter the path, her stories will take you on a journey from the light-hearted paranormal to dark things unspeakable. What waits around the corner? Come explore…

 
 

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“Swallow everything” #MWTease from THE AUDITION

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Happy Wednesday, and thanks again to the lovely Angelica Dawson for organizing the MidWeekTeases!

This week’s tease comes from my dark erotic crime ménage THE AUDITION, which is scheduled for release on October 20th 🙂

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Stroking his hard shaft, Rico moved forward until mere inches separated them. Jaden’s warm breaths blew on his face. “Do you like what you see?”

“Yeah.” Jaden gulped.

Rico covered the remaining inches and bumped his dick into Jaden’s naked stomach, teasing him. “Would you like to taste? Isn’t it something you’ve wanted to do since you met that boy, years ago?”

Jaden hesitated, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. Then he slipped down onto his knees and masterfuly, so masterfuly, took the tip of Rico’s cock into his mouth.

Rico grunted, arched his back, and filled his lungs with air. Having someone’s lips form a tight circle around his dick always did the trick. He pushed forward a little. Not so far he choked the young man, but enough to get that euphoric feeling of slipping into a hot, wet tunnel.

Faster, faster. As usual, he wanted to reach the peak right away, wanted to shoot his load and cry out now, and it took all his strength not to thrust, deep and hard. Jaden was a virgin, for fuck’s sake.

To relieve some of his pounding need, he withdrew and masturbated in front of Jaden instead, with long, hard strokes that pulled his foreskin back and forth over the head. He wasn’t going to last.

Jaden stared, gaze wide and blurry.

“You like what you see?” Rico asked, pumping faster, building the tension.

“Yeah.”

“Open your mouth.” He grimaced from the simmering heat in his rock hard dick. Sweat pearled on his forehead. “I’m gonna come soon. Be ready.”

Jaden obeyed. So docile, so willing.

“Swallow everything,” Rico ordered. The diablo in him would’ve preferred to spread it all over Jaden’s pretty face, but he didn’t want to overwhelm the inexperienced kid.

When Jaden didn’t reply, he growled, impatient, “You hear? You swallow everything.”

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Ruthless drug lord Ricardo “El Loco” Ferrer launders his black money by investing in movie productions. As a teen, he learned to enjoy blow jobs in jail. Now a man of power, his favorite pastime is checking out new acting talent…and convincing them to “please” the team of producers.

Young wannabe actor Jaden Moore comes to a shady side of town to audition for a movie part. He longs to shine, wants to walk the red carpet with cameras flashing and a crowd cheering. He assures the film director and the investors he’ll do anything to reach the top, but is he willing to comply with their dirty fantasies?

 

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Cimmerian Shade #newrelease #boxedset

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Come fall for the Alphas who play by their own rules despite the odds, whether century-old curses or forbidden love, or worse. For them, what lies in the darkness is worth the fight when it comes to romance.

This amazing boxed set is 99 cents for a very limited time! Snag your copy and give your inner book nerd hours of entertainment today!

 

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When Cougar Dates Manwhore by Jewel Quinlan

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Ava’s nemesis, John, made his feelings known by suddenly kissing her while they happened to be on the same cruise. Not just any kiss, but one that triggered a mind-blowing heat that made her want to learn more about him.

They’ve now been home for over a week where … nothing happens, making Ava doubt the signals she thought she’d received. Had the kiss not been as mind-blowing for him as it was for her? And then, suddenly, he asks her out on a date where she gets to see the intimate, sexy sides of him, which she really likes.

Maybe they are a good match for each other after all … or not. She can’t tell. His actions are so unpredictable that she can’t intuit his motives. Should she continue to leave the door open or write him off as the manwhore she thinks he is?

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“Thanks for dinner. I had a great time,” I said. It was trite, but they were the only words that came to mind.

“Me, too. You’re welcome.” He stood with his hands in his pockets and his head tilted, that knowing look in his eyes. The same one that, at the office, had always driven me the nuts. But, here in the semi-darkness and privacy of the corridor, it made me blush. There was something in the intensity of his gaze that made my body prickle in response. Did he know how many confusing signals were firing inside me right now? One side of me was greatly tempted to run my hands through his silver-fox hair, while another waved a red flag and tried to hit the brakes.

“Oh! Thanks for the coat,” I said. I’d almost forgotten about it. I took it off and handed it to him. “Um, well goodnight. See you at the office.”

I started to close the door, then stopped because he continued to stand there with the side of his mouth quirked up in a grin. It would be awkward to just shut the door in his face. “What?” I said. Our gazes locked, and my heartbeat sped up as static filled the air between us.

“You’re not just going to leave me like this,” John said.

“Like what?”

He stepped forward to lean against the doorframe, forearm up above his head, his face inches from mine. “Don’t I even get a goodnight kiss?” he said in a low voice. “I hate to brag, but I think I behaved pretty well tonight.”

I laughed. “Oh please, you love to brag. And, yes, you totally surprised me with your unexpectedly chivalrous behavior. This, however, is more along the lines of what I expected.” I gestured at him from head to toe. It was as if a tiger stood at my doorstep, powerful muscles lithe yet still ready to pounce. I had to admit, it was deliciously arousing to feel his forthright desire. I had a brief flashback of him by the pool on the cruise. I’d seen what the muscles of his torso were like, and now I couldn’t help wondering what they would feel like through the fabric of his shirt.

“So … no kiss?” he said. “Are you sure? Because I thought there was something between us on the ship. And, even tonight, I could swear it’s still there. Aren’t you just a little bit curious?”

I shrugged. “Maybe.” I am. I really, really am. But I wasn’t about to tell him that. Giving a manwhore leverage was just plain dangerous. “I’m just not sure we should go there right now.” I remained where I was, refusing to budge. Kissing John would be the wrong move right now. Something in my gut made me certain of it. It was just one of those instincts that grew more honed with experience. Like a gazelle sensing a cheetah.

He continued to gaze at me with interest. Then he straightened, but didn’t move back. “How about a handshake then? That’s something you do with everyone, so it’s harmless, right?”

I laughed. “True.” I held out my hand and he grasped it. I did my best to ignore how good his palm felt on mine. As we shook, I said again, “John, I had a very nice time. Thank you.”

That’s all he would be getting from me tonight. I stopped shaking his hand, but he didn’t release my fingers. Instead, he raised my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles, then skimmed his lips in light nibbles down over my skin toward my wrist. The short stubble on his jaw gently scraped as he went. And that, combined with the sensation of his firm, soft lips, made my stomach curl with heat. It was so easy to imagine him trailing kisses like that all the way along my arm to my breasts. Not just there, but even lower to the most private part of me… His gaze flicked to my face and whatever he saw there made his eyes light up with satisfaction. I didn’t want to give anything away, but I was helpless to control whatever I was revealing.

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Restless by nature, Jewel Quinlan is an avid traveler and has visited sixteen countries so far. Lover of ice cream, beer, and red wine she tries to stay fit when she’s not typing madly on her computer concocting another tale. In her spare time, she likes to do yoga, hike, learn German and play with her spoiled Chihuahua, Penny.

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A tight lover’s embrace #SexySnippets from Torn Avenger

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Happy Sunday! Here are seven lines from my dark Viking romance TORN AVENGER, which releases on Sept 20 🙂

 

Alv attacked his lips again, with silent furor this time, thrusting his tongue inside Roeland’s mouth and toying with his.

Didn’t he understand the danger?

But Roeland didn’t have willpower to refuse him. He would go along then, but careful not to make a sound.

As if reading his thoughts, Alv brought his arms up to Roeland’s neck and circled it, pulling him into a tight lover’s embrace and pressing their stomachs and erections against each other.

Fire rushed from Roeland’s cock to his chest. Stifling a groan, he wrapped his arms around Alv’s slim waist and hugged him back.

 

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Murder. Passion. Two worlds colliding.

As the second son of a Viking earl, Alv Gunnulfsen wasn’t meant to inherit a throne or avenge a murder. But when his brother is slain during a raid and their father dies of grief, Alv is expected to take command and claim the killer’s death. In a world of ruthless retaliation and strict social codes, he must also maneuver cleverly to protect a troublesome secret: his attraction for men.

Roeland van Dijk, a wealthy Dutch merchant settled in Norway, has done the unthinkable to protect his family — hacked off the head of a Viking rapist. The wrath of the blond savages will cost him his freedom, and possibly his own head… Unless he’s willing to accept the love of another man.

 

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The Time by Peri Elizabeth Scott

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The quick retreat wasn’t totally silent. She could hear the sounds of the others, moving quickly along parallel lines to her own painful effort. Wondering how long she could keep the burst of energy up, she noted the noises diminished as people worked their way outward like the spokes of a wheel. Four hundred paces and the air burned in her lungs. Sh e fought the tough terrain and avoided the thickening flora, the damn sled hanging up at each and every turn. Her arms burned with the desperate efforts to free the runners and the hound whined with pain.

Six hundred paces had her bent doubled over with a stitch in her side. She went to her knees when the ground sloped away into a small ravine, nearly causing her and Gehlert to tumble into its depths, the momentum of the heavy sled a terrible burden. It was the dog who saved them, digging his forefeet in and throwing his body weight back to settle on his haunches. She hugged him fiercely, his pants and thundering heartbeat mirroring her own.

Skirting the ravine took them well away from what she reckoned was a straight path outward from the original starting point. She scanned the treetops in a near futile effort to reorient herself. The filtered light told her the sun was at four o’clock, so she deviated slightly to her right and pushed on, wondering where the strength to do so had come from.

Having lost count of her pacing, she chanced another three hundred, using images of what would happen if they got caught to spur her on. Certain they’d walked a half marathon, she chose a thick clump of gorse bushes, insanely wondering how they’d come to flourish this deep in the woods. The hound stepped away from the harness the instant she freed him and staggered sideways to collapse on a bed of leaves and other organic debris. Doggedly working to separate the lower branches of the bushes and wincing at the spiny press of the remaining leaves despite the cover of her thin gloves, she managed to secret the sled, or at least muddle the outline of it. She bent thinner twigs to camouflage it further and made herself take the time to stand back and take as critical a look as she could. Satisfied, she found another clump of the same vegetation and crawled in backward, stopping only when her feet couldn’t press any deeper. She then pressed a dog sized space open to her right.

“Gehlert.” Even a whisper hurt her parched throat, but she was rewarded with a faint thump of his tail. “Come.”

The hound visibly considered her command, ears lowering and eyes drifting before he levered upward, limping to her. He’d pulled more than his weight and was clearly on the brink of exhaustion. Even in the dappled light she could see where the harness had cut harshly into his hide, the thick guard hairs rubbed away. She wanted to cry. Blinking hard, she swallowed against the emotion.

“Here.” She patted the small space beside her and he obligingly wiggled in, somehow turning in place three times before he settled down. Draping an arm over him, she tugged a few branches into place over, poking herself in the cheek as she did so, then dropped her head onto the fertile earth.

After a time, her heart slowed and her breathing returned to normal, as did the hound’s, although he hitched from time to time with a little gasping noise. At last, she could focus on her surroundings and actually hear the forest sounds, the faint creak of living wood, the rustle of a small breeze among the remaining leaves, and the occasional call of a bird. The ground was reasonably warm, despite the approach of winter, and with Gehlert pressed close, she wasn’t terribly uncomfortable. She only wished she’d thought to bring one of the water bottles into her makeshift shelter, her body crying out for moisture after the forced march.

Time crept by and she became aware of how her pistol rested with solid intent against her belly, the barrel grinding into her hip. Seeing that her weapon was the only thing between her and whatever was out there hunting them, she cursed fluently under her breath and hitched up enough to worm a hand beneath her. With some judicious pulling and peeling back of the layers of clothing, she was able to free the butt and work the pistol out from under her, blessing her foresight to set the safety. She brought it up beside her head, one finger through the trigger, palm resting lightly against the pommel, before she flicked the safety off.

The hound stiffened beneath her lax arm and she strained her ears, suppressing a shudder. Perhaps it was one of the others, off course and passing by, still trudging those thousand paces, that had alerted him. Or an animal, picking its way through the trees. Alas, it was the base notes of a number of male voices she heard, far off, their words indistinct, distorted by the numerous trees and the uneven terrain—and the sudden escalation of her heartbeat. Stark terror froze her in place, chilling her blood, making her sex draw up in self-defense. Her belly clenched in on itself and goose flesh broke out all along her spine. Air rushed in and out of her nose as she tried hard not to pant, knowing how foreign the sound would be, how easily heard if someone cared to stop and listen. Her dog shivered in response to her angst and made a faint whine.

That whimper awakened her higher brain functions and she gained control. With a firm squeeze, she signaled Gehlert into silence. They huddled together and waited as she held her weapon at the ready.

Disjointed phrases drifted to her ears, accompanied by faint crashing sounds of something larger than a person.

“…signs of at least…”

“Over here!”

“…nothing…”

She was certain she felt a cold stare focused on their location, something malevolent and inhuman, and remained as still as possible, willing their hidden forms to blend into the surroundings. Nothing to see here. Just more trees and underbrush. She prayed there were no dogs, and cast her eyes down, refusing to risk even that chance of a flicker of awareness.

Minutes passed as she counted the seconds. Three hundred and sixty, then six hundred and sixty. Eleven minutes, give or take. The evil stare lingered in her imagination, or perhaps its owner was still out there, patient as a spider. The adrenalin leached out of her muscles, leaving her spent and far more fatigued than ever. She wouldn’t move, wouldn’t make it easier for whoever it was out there to find her, but felt as though she had nothing left to defend herself if he did. Her pistol seemed impossibly toy-like against the threat and her knife was still in her boot.

 
 

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Peri Elizabeth Scott lives in Manitoba, Canada. After closing her private practice as a social worker and child play therapist, she joined her husband in running their seasonal business where they pretend to work well together.

Writing for years, The Time is a departure from her usual romance genre, but it was a story that had to be told!

Peribeth also pens erotic romance under a different pen name and reads everything she can lay her hands on.

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Abel’s Obsession by Lynn Burke

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When faced with truth beyond faith, Abel must decide where he belongs—with the Amish community, or the woman who owns his heart.

 

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Abel Beiler’s story came about while visiting my parents in Amish country this past April. While leaving for home early Sunday morning, I pulled up to a stop sign at a four-way intersection as horses labored to pull their Amish owners and families in their buggies to Sunday worship.

One young man in an open buggy sat to my right at the stop sign, unsmiling, leaning forward, elbows on knees and reins slack in his hands. I had this overwhelming urge to smile at him, trying to bring a little sunshine to his miserable countenance.

My plan didn’t work, and even though I was in an SUV with 3 children, the idea of Abel and Dani slammed into my brain, occupying my thoughts the whole way home. I voice-to-text in my phone’s notepad off and on the entire seven hour ride back to Massachusetts as Abel whispered his struggle to find himself in my brain.

Abel’s Obsession is by far the raunchiest story I’ve written to date, and I’m hoping the most eye-opening as well. An oppressed life isn’t a joyful one, and finding the strength to free yourself isn’t always easy. Neither is the choice to take wing and fly.

~Lynn

 
 

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Abel’s Obsession

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Cover Art: Jay Aheer, Simply Defined Art

Release Date: August 30, 2017

 

Be Warned: BDSM, restraints, sex toys, anal sex, spanking

 

A young man of religious fervor and self-control, Abel Beiler has every intention of honoring his parents and being baptized into the Amish church. The woman with red curls and flashing green eyes in the back of a convertible, however, makes Abel wonder what life with the English might be like.

He strives to withstand temptation, but the memory of the woman he yearns to dominate, coupled with the explicit images in his cousin’s filthy magazine, threatens his restraint.

Red, his sinful obsession, haunts his shameful dreams and becomes a secret part of his life. When faced with truth beyond faith, Abel must decide where he belongs—with the Amish community, or the woman who owns his heart.

 
 

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EXCERPT

Much later and hoarse from singing for two hours, my curiosity overrode my better sense, and I followed Eli into the hayloft of their barn. While I held the kerosene lamp, he climbed high into the rafters and returned with a magazine clutched in his hand.

“Got this from my new English friend, Toby.” He sat on a bale, opened the magazine, and turned it toward me.

Lust kicked me in the gut, and I couldn’t speak.

A naked woman lay spread eagle and bound by ropes to a bed, a blindfold and some sort of ball gag in her mouth. A man loomed over her, whip in hand. Tear streaks lined the woman’s face. Red slashes marked her thighs. Wetness coated the pink folds of her sex, glistening, and set my mouth to watering.

The image burned into my brain—submission in an entirely different way than the Old Order’s definition of the word. Spirituality is submission, is what had been reiterated in my ears since childhood. Self-surrender. The willingness to give up oneself to the community and Gott’s chosen leaders.

I soaked in the sinful picture, and for the first time in my life wanted power. Wanted control. I wanted a woman’s submission like the man in leather beside her owned. Unable to tear my gaze off the image, I struggled to swallow.

“Didn’t know people actually did this shit.”

Eli’s curse, the first I had heard from him, barely registered past the blood rushing in my ears. My body tensed as longing to be the man standing over that woman, whip in hand raced through me faster than any thoroughbred—or car.

The image of Red flashed in my mind, and suddenly it was her bound to the bed in the picture, breathing heavily, trembling, and begging for me…

 

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ABOUT LYNN BURKE

Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

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“Would you be willing to undress for us” MWTease from THE AUDITION

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Happy Wednesday, and thanks again to the lovely Angelica Dawson for organizing the MidWeekTeases!

This week’s tease comes from my dark erotic crime ménage The Audition, which is scheduled for release on October 20th 🙂

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Davidson, the director, took the cue. “Jaden, would you be willing to undress for us?”

Jaden’s eyes widened. “Undress?

“Yeah, as in, take off your clothes.”

Jaden stared from one man to the other. Are you fucking serious? He wouldn’t dare to say these words aloud, but for God’s sake…

The old smoker grinned, putting his cigar butt in a pack and slipping it into his jacket. “We would like to see a little skin, that’s all.”

As if that made any sense. Jaden shook his head. “But…my part doesn’t include taking my clothes off.”

Davidson said, “The way you handle what we ask from you—and I’m repeating myself—will show us what you’re made of, what you have inside.”

That was the biggest bullshit Jaden had ever heard. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

“Look,” the fat producer with the checker suit, Madsen, said. “If you comply with our request, you get the part. It’s not that difficult.”

“You’re telling me if I strip, I get the part?”

“Yes.” Madsen gave him a full-toothed grin.

“Promise?”

“Duuude, listen.” The Latino leaned forward again and folded his hands, calmly resting his gaze on him. “You’re not only getting the role, you’re getting the world. This is a huge film production. We’re putting a lot of money into it. We’re gonna distribute the movie worldwide. It will be dubbed to a hundred languages. And who’s gonna get the praise? Huh?”

“What do you mean?”

“Whose face is gonna appear on posters all over the world? Whose name is gonna be the talk of the year? Not mine, not theirs.” He pointed to the three other men. “It’s your name, Jaden. Your face. You’re going to be the star.”

The smoker added, “The biggest star.”

“You’re going to the Oscars,” the Latino insisted. “To Cannes, to the Golden Bear.”

“If you promise…”

“We do.” Davidson nodded, small eyes regarding him through his glasses. “Absolutely.”

“Aren’t you going to interview other actors before you make your decision?”

“We won’t need to,” Davidson replied.

Jaden hesitated. They took him for a fool. He wasn’t born yesterday. But if their production house had what it took to propulse him into fame…then he would give them what they wanted, however awkward their request was.

Gritting his teeth, he wrestled out of his t-shirt, threw it to the desk behind him, took off his shoes and socks, and kicked them beneath the desk.

A silence descended upon the semi-dark room. He could feel the men’s stare lingering on him. Why the hell was it so important to them that he strip?

He unbuckled his belt, slipped out of his pants, and put those atop the desk, too, before straightening his skinny frame.

“And that.” The smoker pointed to his briefs, a small smile lifting the corner of his wrinckled mouth.

You’re kidding me.

A thought struck Jaden, scaring the shit out of him. Goosebumps grew on his arms. “A-are you gonna take pictures?” he asked the director. Coming in, he hadn’t seen any camera, but maybe…

“No, Jaden.” Davidson shook his head and swept the room with a hand. “There’re no cameras, no nothing. Just the four of us. And you.”

“No one’s gonna hurt you,” the Latino added.

Jaden observed him. No, although the handsome, tanned man with the thick black hair resembled the boss of a Mexican drug cartel, he didn’t give Jaden the impression he would hurt him. The question was more how Jaden could expose himself? No one had seen him naked in years. Not Mom, not Dad. He didn’t even dare to shower with his brother, for fear he’d make some rude remark about how feminine Jaden looked, how much muscle he lacked, how he would never get a girl in bed…

As if.

“It’s just that…” He paused, afraid of revealing too much of his insecurity. “I don’t look so good. Please don’t judge my acting abilities on my appearance.”

The director sighed. “Just take it off, Jaden.”

Copyright (c) 2017 Lea Bronsen

 
 

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Ruthless drug lord Ricardo “El Loco” Ferrer launders his black money by investing in movie productions. As a teen, he learned to enjoy blow jobs in jail. Now a man of power, his favorite pastime is checking out new acting talent…and convincing them to “please” the team of producers.

Young wannabe actor Jaden Moore comes to a shady side of town to audition for a movie part. He longs to shine, wants to walk the red carpet with cameras flashing and a crowd cheering. He assures the film director and the investors he’ll do anything to reach the top, but is he willing to comply with their dirty fantasies?

 
 

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Yay! One more release to look forward to! 

The dark erotic crime ménage THE AUDITION is scheduled for release on October 20, 2017 🙂

 

Ruthless drug lord Ricardo “El Loco” Ferrer launders his black money by investing in movie productions. As a teen, he learned to enjoy blow jobs in jail. Now a man of power, his favorite pastime is checking out new acting talent…and convincing them to “please” the team of producers.

Young wannabe actor Jaden Moore comes to a shady side of town to audition for a movie part. He longs to shine, wants to walk the red carpet with cameras flashing and a crowd cheering. He assures the film director and the investors he’ll do anything to reach the top, but is he willing to comply with their dirty fantasies?

 

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