Love on the Line by Laura M. Baird

Congratulations to Laura M. Baird on your new release!


 

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As an emerging author, the past year has been extremely exciting with six releases, and my newest, “Love on the Line”, is on the way from Evernight Publishing on April 30th!  My writing journey began many years ago, but only within the last four (or so) did I tell myself, this is what I’m going to do!

I grew up on the East Coast, and after joining the U. S. Army, met and married my studly husband (of nearly 28 years), and migrated to the West Coast.  While raising two sons, I put myself through dental hygiene school, which I’ve been doing for the past eighteen years.  Soon I hope to transition out of that profession and concentrate solely on writing.

After attending my very first writer’s conference in Bellevue, WA, in October of 2016, my motivation was at an all-time high.  By August of 2017, my first book was published!  Since then it’s been rolling, with four releases from Evernight Publishing.  My fifth with EP (still awaiting edits) will be the start of what I hope to be a three-book series.  I currently have the start of two other series I plan to submit—a small-town romance, and The Cover Model Series set in Seattle.  The first book in this series, In a Flash, was inspired by seeing the amazing cover model photographer, Wander Aguiar, at the writer’s conference.  I wrote the story for NaNoWriMo in 2016, finishing 52K in 26 days!  Since then it’s gone through a number of revisions, and with one more polish, I’ll be submitting soon to EP.

One project I’m very honored to a part of is the Happy Holidays – anthology of short stories. It’s a compilation of stories from international authors, and all proceeds go to The World Literacy Foundation.  It’s available on Amazon in both print and digital.

“Love on the Line” is set in Boise, one of my very favorite cities. (I attended Boise State University!)  It’s about AJ moving on from a bad relationship.  Unknowingly, her friend registers her at a site called FlirtChat, where individuals become interested in one another based on commonalities – no pictures allowed.  When said friend calls a guy from the site and hands AJ the phone, she can’t deny the sexy appeal of Mathias’s voice.  One night of fun and eye-opening talk leads to another, and another, and soon a relationship develops, and they desperately want to meet in person.  But will they meet each other’s expectations?  Find out in this snarky, spicy contemporary romance.

When not writing, of course I’m reading—waaay too many authors to list—from contemporary to erotic to suspenseful romance.  I love finding ways to gain exposure and engage with other authors and readers, and while I don’t have a blog, I love to support authors by sharing as much as I can on my social media sites.

I’ve had the opportunity to “meet” so many wonderful people associated with not only EP, but across the writing spectrum and on the many social media platforms.  I look forward to one day meeting many in person.  In July, I’ll have the opportunity to attend an author event in Seattle, WA.  Details at: https://www.facebook.com/Readers-and-Writers-Author-Events-638013582968598/

My website: https://www.laurambairdauthor.com

Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/LauraMBairdauthor/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/LauraMBaird

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Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/profile/laura-m-baird

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Excerpt:

Mathias’s voice echoed in her mind. What was it about him that resonated with her? His seemingly laid-back nature? The ease with which they exchanged stories and laughed with one another? She could just imagine his rich voice with its low tone whispering in her ear, sending shivers across her skin like a caress. Was he really as he jokingly described, at six three, washboard abs, and looking like Chris Hemsworth?

AJ shivered as goose bumps dotted her skin in spite of the warm water. She imagined his muscular form pressing into her backside, warmth surrounding her as his arms circled her torso. Large hands easily palmed her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples while his growing erection pressed into her lower back.

A whimper involuntarily escaped her mouth as her breasts were suddenly tender, her sex clenching at the mere thought of the man she envisioned performing deliciously dirty deeds. AJ caressed one breast then the other as her hand roamed her own body. She moved down her toned abdomen to the neatly trimmed curls between her thighs, pressing into her folds to finger her clit. Moisture easily coated her digits and tentative flicks soon gave way to furious rubbing as her movements became faster and harder. She moaned at the euphoric feeling starting to sweep through her—something she had rarely ever felt with Brad.

AJ quickly shut down those thoughts and instead concentrated on bringing herself to orgasm. It’d been too long since her body felt this way. She trembled as her fingers swirled across her flesh, her pussy becoming engorged. What she wouldn’t give for a hot, thick cock filling her, pounding into her. She couldn’t even mimic that action due to the fact she didn’t own a vibrator.

“What woman in this day and age doesn’t own a vibrator?” Jen had asked.

AJ began to rethink that decision immediately.

As her legs weakened, she braced a hand against the shower wall while she continued to stroke herself. So close. She could feel her insides tightening, and her hips began to thrust back and forth as she raced to the finish line.

She couldn’t help the cry that shattered the silence as her climax barreled through her. Her rubbing didn’t stop as she pressed even harder against her clit, enjoying every pulse exploding from that tiny, sensitive bundle of nerves.

As the waves of pleasure began to recede, AJ leaned against the shower wall, panting. She couldn’t believe the fierceness of her orgasm, brought on by her own hand and the explicit thoughts involving a faceless stranger.

 

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Nicky by Lynn Burke

Congratulations to Lynn Burke on your new release!


 

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Dominic “Nicky” Landon has been a Sargent at Arms for the Fallen Gliders for thirty years. When he finds out his only sister overdoses on drugs dealt by his brothers, he hands in his colors and severs ties to the club and vicious lifestyle forever.

Mel Hughson owns the only bar in hicksville, no-mans-land, New Hampshire. She’s content with her single life, but the cold, spring night Nicky Landon’s Harley rolls into town ignites her desire. The fact he’s got at least twenty years on her doesn’t mean jack to Mel. He’s hot, he’s dangerous, and whether he knows it or not, he belongs to her.

Can Mel tempt Nicky to ignore their age gap and surrender to her, or will the secrets from his perilous past rise up to destroy everything?

*Be warned: Spanking, anal sex

 

Buy it on sale now for only $2.99 at Evernight Publishing!

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Excerpt:

We knocked the liquor back, and our gazes met as we set the glasses on the bar.

“How old are you?” Nicky asked, his attention snagging on my lips.

“Twenty-eight.”

He scrubbed a hand over the beard lining his jaw while looking away. “So damn young.”

“Not too young.” Gauntlet thrown, I waited for his attention to return to my face. Eyes full of lust, a leashed animal that ought to scare the shit out of me but didn’t.

“I’m no good.”

I cocked my head and slid my gaze down over him, not missing the hard length straining against his leathers. “Look pretty damn good to me.”

His low groan rushed need through me again, and I knew I’d leave a wet spot on the stool once I got up.

“You’re messing with fire, little girl.”

Heat flushed through me. “I enjoy flames now and then.” My breath caught at the hunger on his face, parting my lips.

“Fuck it.” He grasped my chin in his warm palm. “I’ll give you what you want, little girl, but don’t go crying to your mommy in the morning because a big bad wolf left his mark on you.”

Oh, God. I swallowed and squeezed my thighs together. Older men were so the shit.

He captured my lips, but without the brute force I’d expected. Hunger, yes, but the full softness of his lips pressed against mine, taking and tasting, his tongue probing, whiskers brushing my skin. I parted my lips and moaned as he sank his tongue into my mouth, fucking every hidden corner, filling me with the taste of whiskey and pure male. My skin pebbled, pulse thrummed.

“Goddamn.” Nicky stood and yanked me off the stool. Virile, pure hardness and muscle beneath the leather hiding his skin from my grasping hands. His fingers fisted in my long hair, tangling and yanking my head to the side, the other grabbing my ass and hauling me against his huge cock.

He crouched down slightly and pulled me up. My legs wrapped around him as though having a mind of their own—even though I had been thinking about getting him between my legs all night long.

His beard brushed along my neck as he breathed me in and licked from my collarbone to my ear. “You smell like a fucking spring day. Innocent.”

“I’m h-hardly an innocent,” I gasped as he bit my earlobe and ground his cock against my sopping jeans.

“Thank God, because I want to be balls deep inside of you. Now.”

He thrust, and I moaned, my fingers grasping at his t-shirt.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered harshly in my ear.

“No way in hell.”

With a growl, he squeezed my ass to the point of pain. “I haven’t wanted a woman like this in a long fucking time.”

“So take what you want.”

“Goddamn.” He rested his forehead on mine. “Right here?”

I slithered a hand between us to grasp the hardness inside his leathers. “Right now.”

“Fuck.” Like my five-foot-six frame and thirty extra pounds meant nothing, he spun me around. “Hands on the bar.”

I did as told, bending at the waist and putting my ass on display with a little wiggle.

“Don’t move,” he said while peeling off his leather jacket.

My legs trembled, and I turned my head to watch as he moved to the front door and flicked off the lights.

The streetlight half a block away barely cut through the storm, but the flash of lightning lit Nicky up as he stalked back toward me, shedding his t-shirt.

Broad shoulders … another flash filled my eyes with tanned skin stretched tight over massive pecs and abs a twenty-year-old guy would kill for.

I licked my lips, hoping for another flash of light, but Nicky palmed my waist and leaned over my back, his cock pressed against my ass, the heat of his skin searing me through my shirt.

My eyelids fluttered shut as he wrapped his fingers around my hair again and tilted my head back.

“Last chance, Mel.” His rumbling voice and hot breath against my ear brought a moan past my lips.

“Take me,” I managed to whisper and licked my dry lips. “Please.”

 

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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.

Website: https://www.authorlynnburke.com/

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Her Husband’s Army Buddy by Doris O’Connor

Congratulations to Doris O’Connor on your new release!


 

Thanks so much for hosting my new release today. Her Husband’s Army Buddy is out now, and the first in a new series called McLeod Security.

Like so many of my stories, this one started as a flash on my blog. Little did I know then, that it would evolve into a series. When I expanded the flash, it was to be a short story in honor of one of my readers’s birthdays. The Sandy in the story 🙂

As I wrote it took on a life of its own, side characters popped up demanding their story to be told, and hey presto a new series was born. Book two is already completed and the next two are in the planning stages, so watch this space as they.

I should add that all stories will be Standalones, loosely connected through McLeod Security, some darker than others, with different pairings and D/s dynamics, and familiar characters will pop up throughout.

 

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McLeod Security, 1

There should only ever be two people in a marriage…

Sandy McLeod has been perfectly happy in her D/s relationship with her husband Zane for the last ten years. Until his old army buddy re-enters their life.

Sean Manson is altogether too handsome, too virile, far too much of anything. The man oozes dominance, danger, and leashed aggression, and Sandy can’t help but respond to him. Neither can Zane. He walked away from Sean once. Now, he’s back, long suppressed feelings bubble to the surface and cannot be denied. When Sandy agrees to a threesome, happiness seems within their grasp. Sean’s demons, however, threaten to destroy everything they hold dear.

Sean never meant to come between husband and wife, let alone hurt either one of them. Surely, the only solution is to walk away from them both. When you’re the missing piece, however, walking is simply not an option.

Be Warned: menage sex (MMF), anal sex, BDSM, m/m sex, sex toys, double penetration

 
 

Available from:

Evernight / Amazon.com / Amazon.uk / Amazon.ca / Amazon.au / Nook / Kobo / Smashwords / iTunes / Bookstrand

 
 

Excerpt:

Sean’s gaze heated at Zane’s answer, and he wished there wasn’t a damn table between them. Zane couldn’t stand the physical distance between them anymore. He wanted, needed to reconnect with Sean, just him and his Sir.

“I guess we are. I want you, boy.” Sean’s voice dropped on those last few words, and Zane shot to his feet, rounded the table, and got to his knees in front of his Sir. He fixed his gaze on Sean’s bare feet and murmured his answer.

“Then have me, Sir.”

Sean’s sharp intake of breath was music to his ears, as were his Sir’s next words.

“Be careful what you wish for, boy, because if we’re doing this, then know you’ve earned yourself a sore ass for having neglected our girl.”

Sean grasped Zane’s chin and tilted his head up until their gazes met. Silent determination greeted Zane, as well as so much emotion it made Zane swallow hard to get rid of the lump in his throat.

“I know, and I’m sorry, Sir. I won’t let that happen again. I was just…” He couldn’t bring himself to continue, but he should have known his Sir wouldn’t let him get away with that. The hold on his chin grew painful, and Sean positively glared at him.

“You were just what? Say it out loud, boy. If this is going to work, all three of us we need to talk about everything that bothers us. You know that.”

Zane shut his eyes and nodded.

“You hurt my feelings when you cut yourself off.” The hold on his chin turned into a caress as Sean stroked his fingers along Zane’s jaw, and then kissed him. It was the briefest of touches, so gentle, he might have imagined it, had he not heard the whispered words.

“I know, my love, and I’m sorry. It was a dick move on my part. I won’t cut you out like that again.”

Sean opened his eyes and lost himself in his Sir’s gaze all over again.

“Promise?” he asked, not at all ashamed at the tears he was fighting to not give into.

“I promise, and you must promise me something, too.”

“Anything, Sir.”

“If I ever do that again, pull me up on it.”

Zane didn’t even try to hold his emotions in this time, and he knew he didn’t have to. This was his Sir, and he could deal with his tears, just as he could deal with the burdens Sean carried with him.

“I will, if you promise to do the same for me. We need to be our best for our girl.”

Sean nodded, and swiped the tears off Zane’s face with his fingertips.

“That we do, but right here and now I don’t want to talk about her. I want to redden my boy’s ass to wipe the slate clean and then fuck him senseless until neither one of us can move.”

The words hung in the air between them, and Zane gave his consent.

“God, yes, Sir.”

How they made it up the stairs and into the spare room, Zane would never know. They left a trail of his clothes behind, as he frantically pulled them off, in between kisses, which turned ever more passionate. Teeth clashed, mouths devoured, but, finally, mercifully, he was naked, bent over the end of the bed, and ready to take whatever his Sir had in store.

“Always so eager, my boy.”

Sean’s guttural voice pitched his own need higher, and he rubbed his rock-hard dick along the edge of the bed to gain some much-needed relief.

A red-hot strip of pain exploded across his butt cheeks, and Zane grunted. Fuck, that stung. Not that he had much time to process it, because another, just as hard strike happened, followed by several more in quick succession, which left him panting for breath.

“That’s for trying to get yourself off without me, boy.” Sean’s hands dug into the painful welts he’d just laid across Zane’s ass, and Zane hissed through his teeth at the rough sensation.

“That was my belt, and there’s more of that to come if you don’t behave, are we clear?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”

“Good, now these are for your treatment of Sandy.”

 
 

About Doris

Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi, BDSM, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

Stalk her in these places:

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Impossible by Allyson Young

Congratulations to Allyson Young on your new release!


  

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Both being extremely independent and familiar with rejection, Celeste Hill and Elliot Godwin have a short but intense time together, something very special.

She heads off to a coveted job, leaving him to puzzle out how he might pursue a connection he’d never dreamed of having. And, despite pursuing her dream, Celeste can’t stop thinking about Elliot and what might have been.

Returning home before he can follow her, she tells him they are pregnant. Impossible. Believing he’s sterile, the reason his wife left him, Elliot is devastated—and lashes out. Celeste flees his cruel words, putting distance between them, and now determined not to name him as the father of their child.

But miracles do happen and men can come to their senses. Elliot follows his heart and Celeste again opens hers for their happily ever after.

  
 

Buy Links:

Evernight Publishing / Amazon / Kobo / Barnes & Noble

  
 

Excerpt:

Knowing the majority of her response was hormone-fueled did nothing to mitigate the meltdown. How hard had she held herself against the news until now, sharing with no one but him? Forgoing the acceptance and excitement of her friends and family… Doing the right thing, notifying the father first. She sobbed and choked until she thought her throat would tear and her lungs collapse, her cheeks raw with the deluge. Her baby… She pressed a hand against her abdomen, whispering a heartfelt reassurance. Not about you, sweetheart. I love you.

It felt like hours but was, in reality, a few short minutes before she wrestled back her composure, albeit as a soggy wreck of exhaustion.

Impossible. She’d sorted out the reasoning—and ensuing rejection—behind his flat comment in short order. But it wasn’t impossible. He was capable regardless of what he believed. The tiny seed in her belly was living proof.

But it didn’t matter. He thought she’d come to him, pregnant with another man’s child, to cadge… She couldn’t bear to think of what he thought of her. His opinion didn’t matter either. Asshole.

Fumbling for a wad of tissues, she mopped up what remained of her makeup and took a shuddering breath, pushing any thought of Elliot Godwin from her head.

A tap on the window drew a muffled shriek as she started, turning to stare at his unwelcome bulk hunched over her little car, his handsome face only inches away. His silvery eyes were narrowed, cold and impenetrable, not at all like the turbulent wash of emotion when he’d been as deep inside her as any man could be in a woman. Planting their child.

As emotionally drained as she was, she couldn’t help the faint shiver of that arousing memory before dispatching it. Stupid hormones.

She eased the window down a notch. “What?”

His gaze took in her face and she knew what he saw. She never cried prettily, but then she rarely cried. Make that never. Tears were for the weak. He would know that.

“Are you all right?”

Like he cared. She was a slut, remember? Well, maybe not—Elliot didn’t judge, at least about consenting adults sexing things up. So, what then? What was a woman called who tried to stick a guy with a kid that wasn’t his? Something far worse in his eyes, for sure.

“I’m fine.” She whirred the window back up and threw the vehicle into gear.

With cautious regard to his proximity, she drove forward and then guided the car back onto the pavement, ignoring his tall form in the mirror.

  
 

Author Bio:

Allyson Young lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada with her husband and numerous pets. she has always enjoyed the written word, and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one.

A best selling Amazon author, a hybrid author, as of December 2017, along with her alter ego and three co-authors, she has published four series and several standalones in contemporary, sci fi, fantasy and suspense genres–50 books in total.

Allyson will write until whatever is inside is satisfied, until the heroes man up and the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and she favours the darker side of romance.

 

🔥 COVER REVEAL FOR SHADE ADDICTION🔥

The good thing about anxiously waiting for a book release (A Thorned Rose in the Sand comes out on May 7th!) is that I can’t do anything about it in the meantime other than wait, or write. And so I write, and this new baby, the dark erotic romance Shade Addiction, is not only in the making with a projected release in July, it has a cover!

Thanks to mega talented Cassy at Pink Ink Designs ❤

 

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Arman has a tear drop inked under his eye, but he struggles to put his brutal past behind and make ends meet working as a bus driver. When a young girl settles for an all-night ride, he seizes the chance to do a good deed: He’ll get the runaway back home safely, but first, they’ll drive around and talk.

What he doesn’t anticipate is that this beautiful shade of an angel needs more, a lot more.

 

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Her Sir by Megan Slayer

Congratulations to Megan Slayer on your new release!


 
 

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There’s only one man for Andi—her Sir.

Andi McCarron knew the moment she met Sir’s gaze, he’d change her life forever. Despite other Doms wanting her as their sub, she only submits to him because he knows how to make her skin tingle. The pain delivered from his crop makes her spirit sing. She needs Sir but she wants more—except he’s not interested in taking the relationship outside of the club. What’s a girl to do when the man of her dreams, the one wielding the crop, won’t leave the club?

Dean Meyer craves his sweet sub, Andi. She fills his dreams and fantasies, but she wants a relationship. He’s not sure she can handle both his demons and secrets. Still, he can’t deny the attraction to her. When fate throws them together, he has to make a choice—give his sub what she needs or let her go for good. 

 
 

Available from these fine retailers:

Evernight Publishing

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Amazon.com / Amazon.au / Amazon.fr / Amazon.jp / Amazon.it / Amazon.de / Amazon.ca / Amazon.uk

 
 

Excerpt:

©2018 Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved

“You control everything,” she blurted. Her cheeks reddened, and she bowed her head. “Sorry. But you do.”

“Actually, you do. When we play, you’re the one in control. You say stop or slow, and I follow. I push you, but you tell me when you’re done. I’ll encourage you to stretch your boundaries, but only because I want to make you fly.” He pushed the cooling coffee to the side. “If you say no, then I respect your decision.”

“You expect me to kneel.” She flattened her palms on the table. “Like that last time.”

“I wanted to show off my beautiful woman. If you’d have said no before we left the private area, I would’ve stayed out of the main room.” He leveled his gaze at her. “I expect a partner. You were my best partner.” He hadn’t taught her very well if she thought she was second rate. When they played again—and they would be—he’d show her what he meant.

“You have one. A partner. I saw the demonstration,” she said. “You replaced me.”

“Slow down.” He hadn’t known she was at the club when he’d done the demonstration or he would’ve plucked her from the audience. “Which demo?”

“There’s more than one?”

“I don’t have a permanent sub, so I’m expected to do demonstrations for visitors, for the videos … for people who want to play the voyeur. That’s part of my job at the club.” Not his favorite part and he couldn’t wait to pass the torch to someone else, but he’d tell her that later. She managed to aggravate him like no other. He wanted to stretch her ass across his lap and spank the sass out of her. Then he wanted to kiss her until she collapsed. He wasn’t one to settle down, but she made him think twice. In her own way, she’d broken him.

“I thought we had something.” She turned her cup around. “Now I understand I was just another client.”

“I never said that. Never thought it,” he said. She’d been special from the start. He loved the way she felt in his arms, the way she moaned during a scene, the flicker in her eyes just before she came…

“Then why replace me? Why not tell me how you felt?” she asked. “Or have you come to this realization now that we’re not at the club?”

“First, I didn’t replace you. I don’t have any one sub I play with. The girls in the video are one and done. No sex, just demonstration and go. I haven’t found anyone who can fill your place. I’ve had a couple offers, but they aren’t you.” They shouldn’t be having this conversation in public, but she needed reassurance. “Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?”

 
 

About the author:

Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com.

When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. Find out more about Megan and Wendi at: http://wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm Sign up for the newsletter here: http://ymlp.com/xgjmjumygmgj

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Enough or I’ll make a mess #MWTease from A Thorned Rose in the Sand

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

This week’s tease comes from my erotic interracial romance A THORNED ROSE IN THE SAND, which is due on the 7th of May ❤

In this scene, Stevie has just had an orgasm from some intense fingering…

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“You came, beautiful. You came by my hand. I can’t believe it.” Ragab brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. “You taste sweet, fantastic.” He scooped her up, carried her to the bedroom with surprising ease, and set her down on the soft sheets. He lay partly on top of her, a knee across her thighs and his arm over her chest. With a sigh of contentment, he nuzzled her hair.

She squirmed toward him, wet and ready for more, tugging on his towel. “I want you. Make love to me.”

He smiled, caught her hand. “Wait. We’ve just met.”

“You don’t want me?”

“Oh, I do.” He inched closer so a long, hard rod poked against her thigh, through his towel. “Feel that?”

Her throat made a strange sound. She reached for his erection and stroked along the ridge. Thankfully, her experience with an abuser hadn’t scared her from touching another guy. If only Ragab would move down a bit and put his cock inside her!

He groaned, pulled her hand away. “Okay, enough, or I’ll make a mess.”

“Why don’t you make a mess inside me?”

That drew a white-toothed grin from him. “Baby, I’m so tired I can’t think straight. I didn’t sleep last night.”

“Me neither.”

“Let’s have a nap, then. I don’t want to do anything rash. Later, I’ll take you to a nice place that serves the best food in all of Morocco. We’ll eat, we’ll talk—”

“And we’ll come back here and make love. Sounds good to me.”

He gave a throaty laugh. “Sleep, my wild one.”
 
Copyright (c) 2018 Lea Bronsen
 

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After his studies in London, Ragab has returned to the nomadic lifestyle of his Bedouin family and the majestic silence of the Sahara. His days are spent herding camels and dreaming of the perfect wife, until a beautiful but feisty bike driver stuck in a sand dune turns his quiet world upside down.

When the rat-race of life in a big U.S. city becomes too much, Stevie Jones decides to change track and live her wildest dream – compete against the tough guys in a thrilling motorcycle rally across Morocco. But to her surprise, the real excitement is to be found away from the race track, in the shifting sands of the desert…
 

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Protecting His Alien Mate by Clare Dargin

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Damian Shepard is no ordinary prison guard. He’s a Solarian, an alien race that sought refuge on Earth over a century ago. They live peacefully and anonymously among humanity and prefer to live in the towns they have founded. Because they live longer and are stronger than humans, they’ve created their own system of justice designed specifically to punish members of their race who have committed crimes.

Shunned by his family for being gay, all Fletcher Voglar wants is a happily-ever-after with a sexy man who loves him. But when he is wrongfully sent to prison by a corrupt official, Fletcher gives up his dreams of having a life filled with love and happiness. One day Damian stumbles upon Fletcher during a routine check of the prisoners where he works. Instantly he knows that the frail yet beautiful human is his destined mate. Finding a mate is one thing but when that perfect man turns out to be an inmate at the prison where he works, Damian’s world is turned upside down.

But when the opportunity arises to get his mate out of there, Damian jumps at it. The crooked Solarians who threw Fletcher in prison are now after Damian too, and they won’t stop until they’re both dead. Can Damian win Fletcher’s heart and clear their names or will their enemies kill them before Damian gets a chance?

 

Excerpt:

“My little sub, on your knees,” Damian said.

In one graceful move, Fletcher obeyed.

“Take everything off, pet.”

Fletcher winked as he slowly undressed. “I don’t see why I bother to wear clothes around you, I end up taking them off anyway.”

“Silence, little mate,” Damian said.

“Why do I have to be quiet now? You seem to like the way I make noise in the bedroom.”

Damian chuckled. His little mate’s cheeky nature was cute and sweet but very naughty.

“You have now earned your first spanking,” Damian said.

Fletcher mouth hung open and his eyes were wide.

“Why so surprised? You knowingly defied me.”

“I didn’t think you were actually going to do anything.”

“You thought wrong.” Damian patted his lap. “Over my legs, ass up.”

Fletcher screwed his mouth into a crooked line.

“Do I need to repeat myself?” Damian asked in a stern, controlled voice.

Fletcher said rolling his eyes. “No, sir.”

“Then place yourself over my lap.”

Damian lifted his hands out of the way as Fletcher lay down over his thighs. It wasn’t graceful, but it got the job done. He had no doubt in time Fletcher would able to do it without fumbling around since Fletcher was a bit bratty.

“I want you to count. I believe ten swats will be sufficient punishment.”

“Yes, sir.”

Damian’s dick hardened. He closed his eyes and concentrated. This was all too exciting. Every inch of his dominant nature was being satisfied.

“You need to pick a safe word. It’s a code word to get me to stop if I take things too far.”

“Sir, I have the word I want,” Fletcher said.

“What is it?”

“Velvet.”

“Are you certain this is the word you want to use?” Damian asked amused. He expected the word red or something close to it. Leave it to Fletcher to choose such a gentle and soft word.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“Then velvet it is.” Damian rubbed the globes of his ass with his large, calloused hands. Damian growled then exhaled a long breath.

“This is not meant to hurt you but to teach you a lesson. If this becomes too much, I want you to tell me. Do not say the word stop. Use your safe word.”

“Yes sir.” Fletcher said.

“Because of your brattiness, you will receive ten strikes. You will count them out, is that clear?”

“Yes, Master.”

“I am not a tyrant. Nevertheless, I am your Dominant so you will respect me as such.”

Damian placed one of his hands on the center of Fletcher’s back and ran his other hand over the twin pale globes situated right in front of him. Fletcher’s ass was perfectly rounded and curved. After one smack, as the imprint of his hand came up in a nice rosy tint, Fletcher hissed, then his dick sprung to life.

 

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Spring Fling – a box set of Romance Collections

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Spring Fling

A Limited-Edition Collection of Romance

Winter is fading into the distance and the season of love is upon us.

With desires building, passion explodes in this collection of steamy and must-read romances.

Come and join us, won’t you? Spring is in the air…

  

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Featured Story Teasers:

Hero by Stacy-Deanne

She ran her fingers through his hair, touching his scalp. “I’ve wanted you since you first came to my house.”

“When you were flirting?” He chuckled, massaging her breasts. “How does this feel?”

“Good.” She leaned back on the shelf, moaning. “Kiss’em.”

Scott kissed her breasts, tracing his tongue along the brown areola.

“Yes.” She got that swishing motion in her stomach as if she were falling over a cliff. “Yes, Scott.”

Inner Girl Rising by Jan Springer

“You like it, don’t you, having the two of us taking you?” Andrew whispered. His voice was dark and deep and it’s huskiness rippled along her sensitized nerve endings. Andrew’s palm moved away and fingers teasingly trailed around her slit. Involuntarily, Paisley bucked against him, needing penetration. Andrew chuckled.

“Spread your legs wider, sweetheart. Nice and wide,” he ordered.

An Unexpected Twist by Krista Ames

“Don’t be sorry Kelsey, you are beautiful and I love touching your body. I just wanted to make sure you were okay with it.”

While she watched, still straddling his thighs, he pulled his t-shirt off, then picked her off his legs and laid her on the bed beside him.

“Can I take these off?” His fingers were hovering at the waist band of the shorts that he’d never be able to wear again without picturing her.

“If I can take off yours?”

He jumped off the bed in a split second, grabbed her ankles and pulled her closer to the edge. “Have at it.”

Love Potion by Cara Marsi

She wanted him suddenly, wanted all of him, body and soul, in a way she’d never wanted any other man. Hungrily she wound her arms around his neck and lifted her face for his kiss. He was quick to deliver. His lips, soft at first, grew more demanding, and Nicole’s whole body seemed to come alive at his touch. She opened to him, twining her tongue with his in an erotic dance. When he slid his hand up her ribcage to caress her breast through the thin fabric of the tank top, she groaned. He lay back, pulling her with him until she was on top of him.

Mr. Delicious by Khardine Gray

You never forget your first love.

Mister Write Now by Nikky Kaye

Sophy cleared her throat and opened the book again, projecting her voice to the far corners of the library. “Clarissa reached out and tangled her fingers in his soft hair, pulling him closer to her quivering nest of desire.”

Somewhere in the distance she heard a gasp and she blinked at the words swimming on the page in front of her, realizing she had lost her place. She would not be embarrased.

Her voice rose as she skipped ahead a few sentences to finish the paragraph. “–she melted against the scratchy straw at her back and her body tensed in anticipation.”

When she turned back to Max, she saw the strangled expression on his face and the small flush in the hollow of his throat, exposed by his starched white shirt. Even though he looked as though he wanted to crawl under the table and die, he gazed at her with a mixture of fascination and something more dangerous.

The Millionaire by Lisa Marbly-Warir

“What are you doing here?” Quisha asked as she opened the door with a towel wrapped around her still damp body.

Without answering he kissed her. She gave in to the kiss. The chemistry between them had been slowly growing and neither of them could deny it. He picked her up and carried her to her bedroom and removed her towel…

Why Not by Dana Kenzi

The pleasure was too much for her, and she screamed when her climax hit. Her back arched off the bed, and Ryan thrust his fingers deep into her. His mouth somehow remained attached to her clit, and he licked her through her orgasm.

His attentions carried her through the waves until she felt too sensitive to continue. Ryan pulled his fingers out and kissed her stomach.

Sadie was exhausted, but she wanted him to know how satisfied she was.

Without Reservation by Lynn Burke

“Give us one night,” Jack said. “Please.”

She peered into his eyes, temptation swirling through her body. Just one night. She wouldn’t see them again, anyway, right? No harm in one little fling. Checked off number one bucket list desire…

Trevor kissed her palm. “Please.”

Tempting Asher by Ja’Nese Dixon

I mistakenly looked into his chestnut eyes, stepping forward and I freeze. Accepting the heated offer in his eyes would only make this awful situation worse. I can’t crack.

I can’t pretend I asked, and he agreed. Asher couldn’t possibly love me and grand a hall pass. Could he?

Bossy Boots by Nicole Morgan

He thrust forward. Pushing himself inside, reaching parts of her he’d only ever dreamt about. Her body arched into his. Their breaths heavy, their bodies hot and sticky despite the cool desert wind. Neither of them spoke, each of them pushing against and with one another.

SHADE ADDICTION, new story in the making

Poof, I haz a new story!! As if not enough WIPs are anxiously waiting to be finished, lol.

SHADE ADDICTION is a dark erotic romance 

Mike Logan struggles to put a brutal past behind and make ends meet working as a bus driver. When a young girl, clearly a runaway, settles for an all-night ride, he seizes the chance to do a good deed. He’ll get her back home safely, but first, they’ll drive around and talk.

What he doesn’t anticipate is that this beautiful shade of an angel needs more, a lot more.

Cover and more info coming soon!

You’re gonna get what you’re gonna get #MWTease from Carnivora

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

This week’s tease comes from my WIP, the crime thriller Carnivora.

In this scene, Tomor is having his first meal in days since he escaped jail. 

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The axe woman and I sit opposite each other by the dinner table, delicious fumes of steak and mashed potatoes filling the small paneled kitchen. I eat like a pig. Haven’t had a meal like that in ages. Behind her, a fire purrs in the living room. The rain stopped about ten minutes ago. Dusk darkens the window at my side.

“Don’t eat so fast,” she warns, pointing her knife at me. “You’ll be sick.”

I grin. “Then I’ll just puke and eat some more.”

She shakes her head, but a smile lights up her tanned, wrinkled face. She knows I’m kidding. “Maybe it’s time you told me your name.”

I glance into her gray, fluid eyes. “The lesser you know, the better.”

“Why?”

“They might come back.”

“Ah.” With a sudden frown, she looks down and moves a piece of steak around in her plate.

I sigh. I’m full. After so many days without food, I can’t swallow any more. Content, I lean against the back of my chair, cross my arms, and gaze out at the tall trees that surround the cottage. If a search team returns, I’m fucked, sitting like this in full view.

“How come they want you so bad?” she asks, voice low. “What’ve you done?”

“This and that.” I turn to study her.

“Like my husband.”

I snicker. In my field of work—labeled criminal activity by the rest of society—it’s hard to surpass me. But she doesn’t need the story of my life.

Eyes fixed on her plate, she says, “He didn’t mean to be bad. Just came off with a wrong start.”

“Hmm.”

“Over and over again, he’d do time, then get out and say he’d change. He meant it, too. But it was so tempting to…” She shrugs. “One day it caught up with him good. Got him a lot more than the usual.”

“No mercy, huh.”

“No mercy.”

“How much left?”

“Four years, now. So he’ll be out in two. That’s such a long time. I miss him, every damn day.” With a deep sigh, she pauses and keeps her fork in the air as if searching for words.

“I understand.”

“He’s always good to me. Treats me well, you know. Nicely.” She clears her throat. “Makes me feel good.”

Yeah?

Oppressive silence.

Outside, happy birds chirp away, celebrating the end of the rain.

She puts her fork down and clenches her fists. Her large chest heaves, making soft waves of gray hair move around her shoulders.

I breathe slowly, too, and wait for the punch line.

She throws me a look, hooded eyes speaking of forbidden things. “You know what I’m talkin’ about?”

I’m not sure how to react, just hold her gaze.

“You know what it’s like to be lonely,” she whispers.

I do.

She stands, circles the table, pushes my plate away and places her legs on either side of mine. With a quick hand gesture, her flannel shirt opens, displaying gigantic, hanging breasts. The smell of hot sweat floats between us, but instead of hindering my attraction, the scent intoxicates me. I’m unable to put my eyes anywhere but on these full, tempting tits. How can a poor bastard locked up for a year without a female resist?

My cock stirs. I know what that means. With a deep intake of breath, I push my chair back and stand in front of her. Can’t meet her eyes ‘cause I’m afraid they’ll tell me she’s compensating for the loss of her husband. Don’t want grief mixed into whatever is happening.

I reach out and fill my palms with warm, soft boob. Fuuuuck, it’s been so long. I love feminine skin. With my thumbs and index fingers, I roll and squeeze the protruding nipples. She gasps and throws her head back. My cock stiffens, presses against the zip. Can’t help it, I’m in need. My hips shoot forward, into hers, and push her ass toward the table. The cutlery rolls to a side.

Breath hitching, she places her hands behind her. I can only imagine the hot wetness of her cunt, dripping with lust. Gets me even harder. I have no feelings for that woman, but I’m gonna need to bury myself inside her soon, very soon. I close my eyes and knead her generous, tender tits in my palms, making her mew.

She moves her hands to my pants and unzips them. My blood pulses faster. She grabs my length, pulls it out between us, and with expert fingers strokes all the way from the balls and up. Violent heat rushes through me. I laugh. This situation is un-fucking-believable and delicious at the same time. When she massages the tip, I groan loud, seeing stars behind my closed eyelids.

“I love cock,” she moans. “I haven’t had cock in years.

Well, you’re gonna get what you’re gonna get.

Breathing fast through gritted teeth, I open my eyes, bring my hands to her butt cheeks, and easily lift her to sit on the table. Her warm thighs envelop mine. I’m so excited, pre-cum leaks from my cock and drips onto her hand.

“Oh, yeah,” she says, pumping me with fervor, hot breaths brushing my chin. “Keep it comin’.”

My balls tighten, too. Not long before they deliver the goods.

How would she like to be fucked? Lying on her back with her legs spread, or pointing her sweet ass to me? Hesitating, I drink in the sight of her half-open mouth and hooded eyes. Can’t believe I’m doing this. It’s been so long.

A dot of red light prickles her cheek. Trembles.

What the—?

BANG! The window shatters, rains glass. Her head explodes. Brain pieces splatter on my face.

I fall backward, trip on my chair, land ass first on the floor.

Blood sprays all around. Her faceless body tips over.

I gasp of disgust, roll away.

The limp corpse hits the floorboards with a thump!

Choking, I crawl back to the table and hide underneath.

My ears buzz. The smells of copper and defecation fill the electric air. Nausea assaults me.

Where the fuck did she put her rifle?

        

Copyright (c) 2018 Lea Bronsen

         

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Fight evil with evil

Crime lord Tomor serves a life sentence behind bars, but is abducted by mysterious men. A sick manhunt is on, with people around him dying like flies. He will need all his street flair and gangster skills to prevent his loved ones from ending on the death list.

Luz grieves the loss of her man while striving to take care of their baby. The last thing she needs is to fall for the new neighbor, an undercover agent awaiting the return of her fugitive lover.

A year after he betrayed his adoptive father and sent him to jail, David is slowly rebuilding his life—when everything falls apart again. He learns that Tomor has escaped, and at the same time, his police connections lead him to a child sex trafficking ring involving cold, powerful men.

The cops are in over their heads with “Project Carnivora” … Perhaps the only one who can help bust the pedophile predators is an equally vicious devil: Tomor, the country’s most hunted criminal.

         

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Off-Limits (Sanctuary 1) by Gale Stanley

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When Quinn Hart’s best friend died, he became guardian to the man’s ten-year- old son, Noah Stone. So far, Quinn has been able to conceal the growing attraction he feels for Noah, but now Noah is twenty-two and returning home from college. Honor still holds Quinn back from revealing his true feelings. Their community of bear shifters consider reproduction a priority, and Quinn fears they would never accept a homosexual relationship.

Noah has always hidden his romantic feelings for his guardian, but now he’s a man, and his desire is stronger than ever. Unable to handle his feelings, Noah leaves Oregon for a position in a research facility. But when Noah arrives in New York, he discovers his employer is harvesting bear bile and he’s the new source.

Quinn is determined to find Noah. But can he admit what he really wants before it’s too late?

 

Excerpt:

Home. Noah had forgotten how much he missed the endless expanse of lush green landscape and the sparkling river. And the trees. Especially the trees. When the leaves whispered in the wind, it made Noah’s heart ache. Whoever had named their small town knew that trees were sanctuaries.

But for all that, home wasn’t a place, it was a person—Quinn. Noah could live anywhere with Quinn. But a life with Quinn was as likely as a sharknado ripping through Sanctuary.

Noah moved away from the window and gazed at his reflection. The mirror was wall mounted and speckled in places. The frame matched the wood dresser beneath it. A handknitted brown and tan spread covered the crude pine bed. The room had been decorated on a meager budget, but it was warm and comforting because Quinn had handcrafted all the furniture himself.

Noah’s bedroom hadn’t changed since he was a kid. Yesterday, when he’d first stepped through the door, he’d felt the walls close in on him. As a kid, this room seemed huge, but now that he was a man, he could see how small it really was. It felt surreal like turning back the clock, but not in a bad way. If only he could—

“Where’s the man of the hour?”

The sound of loud voices traveled up the stairs. More guests had arrived for the party. The community was small, but when everyone attended an event, it could be overwhelming. Noah checked his image in the mirror again. He’d already changed shirts several times, and he still wasn’t sure that he liked the blue chambray shirt he’d put on with his khakis. Why am I making such a big deal out of this? He felt like Marcus primping for one of those stupid frat parties. What difference did it make what color shirt he wore? Stop stalling, he told himself. You can’t stay in your room forever.

Noah stood at the top of the stairs. Below, friends and neighbors were chatting excitedly. Noah had nothing to say to them. He would disappoint them. Anxiety made his stomach churn.

 

Happy Reading!

 

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Author bio and links:

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Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.

Some things never change.

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Path to Passion by Nana Prah

 

The man who broke her heart . . .

Is the man she now needs more than ever!

Heir to his family’s global empire, branding genius Miguel Astacio turns everything into marketing gold. Only his best friend’s sister seems immune to his magic touch. Until Tanya Carrington comes to him to save her floundering nightclub. Miguel is ready to rectify past mistakes. But will his supreme sacrifice win the heart of the woman he loves?

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Miguel’s blood heated as she gave him a wavering smile. She was just too beautiful, with clear skin marked only by a dark mole at the corner of her nose, angled dark eyes and full lickable lips.

“I mean,” Tanya continued, “I won’t even be able to recognize the place when its completed. Everything sounds incredible, but I may have to draw the line at the cages for dancers.”

He thought she might. “Trust me, if we charge people to dance in them, they will pay. The one rule is that they have to keep their clothes on.”

“We’ll see.” She stared at the screen again with her eyes unblinking “Um…” She rubbed the back of her neck and a light sheen of sweat broke out on her forehead. “How much will this cost?”

Now for the heavy convincing. He got up and stood beside her to point at the CCTV screen showing the dance area, which had filled up a little more in the hour they’d been going over his ideas. “I can see this place packed, people waiting all the way up the street trying to get in. VIP area filled with actors, musicians and pro athletes flying in to experience it.”

Unable to resist, he leaned close so they were almost cheek to cheek. Her heat and honeysuckle perfume floated into him, and he turned his head so his starving lips could caress her one more time. He kissed along her jaw until he met the sensitive area of her neck, where he teased her with gentle nips until she moaned. She sprang as far away from him as the room would allow.

What had he been thinking? Why did she affect him this way? She took away his willpower like no other woman had ever done. Thinking became almost impossible when she was around. The desire to smooth his hands over her incredibly silky soft skin drove him to get closer, but he stayed rooted to the spot, watching her rub the goose pimples from her arms.

“Answer the question, Miguel.” He was pleased to hear her voice quiver. “How much will it cost?”

He’d rather discuss the turbulent heat swirling between them, but if she wanted to ignore it then he should, too. “You’ve heard the saying that you have to spend money to make money, right?”

Her slow nod brought her hair forward. He watched as she brushed back the strands he wanted to filter his fingers through, bringing her close so they could fall into the attraction drawing them together.

 

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Listening to my body #SexySnippet from A Thorned Rose in the Sand

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Happy Sunday! Sexy Snippets are seven sentences taken from a work in progress or published book, brought to you every Sunday.

Today, I give you a sexy snippet from my erotic interracial romance A Thorned Rose in the Sand, which is due in May ❤

In this scene, Stevie and Ragab discuss their relationship (the snippet is slightly longer so that the scene makes sense).

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He squeezed her hands. “I didn’t want to hurt you. You’ve already been hurt in the past, and I’m certainly not one to do that to you again. Never.”

“You’re noble.”

“It has nothing to do with nobility. When a person’s been abused, you’re careful not to revive the scars.”

She understood where his caution came from, but during the two days she’d spent with him, she’d learned to trust a man again and to accept she couldn’t remain alone for the rest of her life. He’d also taught her desire, which was too good a feeling to let his wariness come between them. “What if I tell you I’ve forgiven the guy who hurt me, moved on, and I’m ready to develop something with you if you’re interested?”

His dark brown diamonds implored her. “Baby, you’re not listening to me.”

Baby!

Warmth invaded her so she felt like floating in the air. “Well, honey, I’m listening to my body, and it says…” She guided one of his hands beneath her dress, and pushed his fingers past her panties and into her wet pussy. “…It wants you.”

  

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After his studies in London, Ragab has returned to the nomadic lifestyle of his Bedouin family and the majestic silence of the Sahara. His days are spent herding camels and dreaming of the perfect wife, until a beautiful but feisty bike driver stuck in a sand dune turns his quiet world upside down.

When the rat-race of life in a big U.S. city becomes too much, Stevie Jones decides to change track and live her wildest dream – compete against the tough guys in a thrilling motorcycle rally across Morocco. But to her surprise, the real excitement is to be found away from the race track, in the shifting sands of the desert…

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Caelan’s Captive by Faye Avalon

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Caelan’s Captive (Book #1, Limani Warriors)

Fantasy Romance
April 2, 2018
Evernight Publishing

Cover Art: Jay Aheer

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Escaping the king’s harem, Lahna finds herself at the mercy of a warrior prince who holds her captive and makes no secret of his desire to have her. Lahna hasn’t fled from one tyrant only to become the captive of another, and she certainly has no intention of warming the bed of the fearsome prince…even if he does make her body burn and her senses reel.

Caelan suspects his voluptuous captive may have been sent to spy on him and discover his plans to liberate his land from the tyrannical rule of the king. But her arrival provides him with the perfect opportunity to set those plans in motion. First, that means making her his, and in doing so he might just satisfy the craving for her that heats his blood and fires his loins.

But can Caelan really trust her? And can Lahna trust him to keep her safe when it matters most?

   

Extract:

He had markings on his skin, the type that were forbidden by the king. What looked like intricate black ribbons circled his muscled upper left arm. He also had scars along his right arm, the kind made by weapons of battle.

He caught her staring at him and she looked away, sipping at the water again.

“You find something of interest?”

She swallowed before glancing back at him. “You are not what I expected.”

His expression darkened and a tension moved into his big body. “Indeed. And what did you expect?”

At the coldness in his eyes, Lahna reached for her inner strength and all the bravado she could muster. “You wear the marks of battle and your hair is long.”

His gaze held hers, searching for some hidden answer for which she didn’t know the question. Then he leaned closer. “Before anything else, I am a warrior. You would do well to remember that.”

She pushed her head back into the pillow as he leaned farther down. When her stomach pitched again, she wondered at the wisdom of eating too much bread. Except this feeling didn’t feel like over-indulgence.

Only when he straightened did she breathe once more.

“What is the name by which you are known?”

What kind of game was he playing? Of course he knew her name. “Lahna,” she sneered, lifting her chin.

He said nothing, but narrowed his blue gaze directly at her.

She wouldn’t be intimidated. “How long am I to remain here?”

“As long as you wish.”

“As I wish?”

Pointedly, he looked around him. “Do you see locks on the doors? Bars on the windows?”

No, she didn’t, come to think of it. At least, none that were visible. But was it a ploy? Was he trying to lull her into feeling secure and then he would pounce? She didn’t trust him. Couldn’t afford to trust him.

“There are more ways to imprison a woman than with locks and bars.”

“Why would I want to imprison you?”

Was he genuinely trying to provoke her? “That’s why I’m here, isn’t it? I’m little more than your prisoner, your captive. I appreciate you letting me regain my strength before I face my fate, but I would prefer to have an indication of what to expect when I am back to full health. What is to be done with me?”

“Now why would you expect that I intend to do anything with you?”

Infuriating man. He was toying with her like an animal trapped in a snare.

“I am in your quarters, am I not? Why am I here if not to be punished in some way?”

“May I remind you that you sailed into my waters uninvited? Had I not plucked you out of the reef, you would now be food for the fish.”

Sailed into his waters? Uninvited?

Everything inside her grew warm. Had she truly made it out beyond the horizon to where she had heard people lived freely? Unencumbered by the king’s tyrannical rule?

Her heart began pounding with joyful relief at the thought she might be free. But if that were so, where was she? This man spoke the same language, ate the same foods.

Maybe it was a trick and the king had meant to test her, find out why she had tried to escape. Had he tasked her guard to ingratiate himself with her, to learn of her plans, her reasoning? To pretend that he didn’t know who she was?

Yet, if this man really didn’t know her identity, and had no idea from where she’d come, maybe she had sailed far from the king’s clutches, to another land.

Regardless, she had to play things very carefully. It didn’t matter where she was. The king’s reach was vast. This man could be in the king’s employ whoever he was, and wherever he lived. The islands that were now under Zomotian rule would never dare go against their new ruler, the king.

She had to think. Had to remain vigilant.

The man surveyed her closely, suspicion heavy in his hypnotic gaze. “When your health is recovered, I will arrange for you to be sent back home.”

Grasping for courage she didn’t feel, she angled her chin into the air. “S…sent back?” Everything inside her went to ice.

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Faye Avalon enjoys writing sexy stories about strong men and the savvy women who rock their world. She has taken a roundabout journey toward her writing career, working as cabin crew, detouring into property development, public relations and education, before finally finding her passion: writing spicy romantic fiction. Faye lives with her super-ace husband and one beloved, ridiculously spoiled dog.

   

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My Ex-Partner’s Ex-Wife by LM Spangler

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She’s smoking hot…and his ex-partner’s ex-wife.

Ridley Asher found herself unemployed. Jack Sterling needed an administrative assistant. No brainer, right?

Ridley became Sterling Motor’s administrative assistant…and the object of Jack’s desire. He had no idea the attraction was mutual.

After an indecent involving her ex-husband, they grow closer, both mentally and physically.

Little do they know, her ex has no intentions of letting her go.

Can they explore a life together even though she’d once belonged to someone else?

 
 

Excerpt:

“Thanks, Jack. I know this might be awkward for you,” Ridley Asher said. “You never hung around us much.”

She had no idea. Jack’s libido went into overdrive every time he’d see her. Even in the presence of Dean Asher. Ridley was temptation with a capital T. Curvaceous, stunning, exotic. A man’s fantasy.

And his ex-partner’s ex-wife.

“It’s no big deal, Ridley. You need a job and Sterling Motors needs an administrative assistant. You win, and I definitely win. I’m organized when it comes to restoring cars, but I can’t organize this business to save my life.” He’d just walk around the shop with a raging woody for eight or so hours a day.

“Umm. Wha-what about Dean?” Her ocean-blue eyes searched Jack’s. A frown turned her full lips downward.

Her response bothered him. Ridley deserved to smile. “Dean doesn’t play into this. This is purely a business decision. You have the skill set I need and you understand the restoration process. You literally know the nuts and bolts of a job.” He leaned back in his beat-up leather desk chair, elbows on the arms, and steepled his fingers. “I will let Dean know I hired you. Just to avoid any surprises.”

She nodded. “Fair enough,” she admitted, wringing her fingers. “I hope I don’t put you in a bad situation, but I appreciate you hiring me. I can’t believe the firm closed down. We were in the green every quarter I worked there.”

“I’m not sure, but their loss is my gain.” He rose from his chair, reaching his full height of six-feet-two. He leaned his head from side to side, cracking the vertebrae in his neck. “I know this is spur of the moment, but can you start today? You’re already here.”

“I could, but I have Dozer with me.”

A brow rose. “Dozer?” A large piece of construction equipment popped into his mind.

A soft smile graced her face, adding alluring beauty to an already exquisite face. “My very large yellow Labrador retriever.”

He gave a mental eye roll. Dean had mentioned that she couldn’t find a man so she’d gotten a dog instead. Jack seriously doubted she had trouble finding men. His mechanics and metal workers stopped whatever they were doing and watched her walk to Jack’s office. A magnet had nothing on her.

“He’s welcome here. Three of my men bring their dogs with them. My only rule is they have to wear a fire retardant vest when they are around sparks or blow torches.”

“Again, fair enough.” She rose from the chair opposite Jack’s desk and maneuvered around the beat-up metal piece of furniture. She laid her hand on his arm and stood on her tiptoes. “Thank you, Jack. I’m glad Denny gave me the heads up on the job.” Her lips brushed his ever so softly, probably not to entice, but to show her gratitude.

Every nerve ending in Jack Sterling’s body roared to life. She returned to her chair and leaned over to pick up her purse. Her jeans hugged her heart-shaped bottom to perfection. Erotic pictures filled his mind.

 
 

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LM Spangler lives in South Central Pennsylvania with her husband, daughter, three dogs, a cat, a rabbit, and some fish. Her son serves his country in the US Navy.

She is a fan of college football and any kind of baseball and likes to watch the Discovery, Velocity, HGTV, DIY, Science, and any channel showing a college football game. She also watches old game shows like $25,000 Pyramid and Match Game.

 

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Secret Amulet duet by Kiru Taye

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Title: Outcast & Sacrifice

Series: Sacred Amulet Duet

Author: Kiru Taye

Genre: Paranormal / Fantasy / Romance

Tagline: Mating an outcast requires a blood sacrifice.

OutcastOUTCAST (Sacred Amulet, Part 1)

Ugo’ji is an outcast, an untouchable. She lives on the fringe of society as the lowest of the low, a living sacrifice to the gods. The only person she interacts with is her aged grandmother who nurtures her powerful gift of healing. Until the day she meets Ebube a strange warrior to their lands. He ignites a yearning within her she’s unable to ignore.

Ebube is drawn to the young maiden with the emerald green eyes who possesses the body of a goddess and the healing touch of an angel. But he is forbidden from mating with a human and the consequence is the wrath of the gods.

Moreover he is on a mission. If he fails, the gates of hell will be opened and the earth plunged into darkness. He cannot stay and she cannot go with him.

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EXCERPT

A twig snapped. Ebube froze for a heartbeat. Unsure of what was approaching, he reached for his scabbard still strapped to his hips. Without making a noise, he withdrew the dagger in a slow fluid motion. The trees and shrubs around him provided some cover for him. He wouldn’t be seen until he was ready to attack.

Footsteps walked in his direction. Human? Knife poised to strike, he manoeuvred his aching body into a crouching position.

As the leaves of the shrubs in front of him parted, he swung his leg out tripping the creature. The person tumbled down onto the ground beside him and he pounced, his dagger already on its downward motion.

Then he froze.

It was a young woman.

“No!” Her scream rent the air as his arm stopped mid-swing. His grip on his weapon tightened. His other hand held her side down firmly. Soft, smooth, warm skin trembled beneath his palm.

He stared at her, fixated by her allure. The shape of her face reminded him of an eagle’s egg, beautiful and fragile, full of inner strength. Eyes the vibrant green of okra twirled in the cream of ukwa stared back at him with fright. They held him captive and he fell into their depths, barely aware of his increased breathing and heart rate.

Mine. For the first time today, his spirit beast roused, alert and pushing to get to the fore.

What? The feral creature living in him had just laid claim to the maiden which made her… Mine. The word whispered again in his mind.

This girl was his bond mate? The woman destined to be his life partner? This couldn’t be. She was human. Her life force undulated beneath his skin as proof.

He was Ure, part human and part god. A supernatural being. He wasn’t permitted to bond with humans.

But his spirit beast had never risen before without the amulet to connect them. Yet it had done so on this occasion.


SacrificeSACRIFICE (Sacred Amulet, Part 2)

Ebube has rejoined his warriors on the hunt for the sacred amulet but his heart is left behind with Ugo. He’s focused on completing his task and returning to her quickly.

Ugo has found a new confidence since Ebube’s departure. After saving a child’s life, she is now in demand for her skills and those who had previously ignored her now take an interest in her. Her quiet moments are preoccupied by thoughts of Ebube’s return.

But the gods are not so forgiving or forgetful and they will demand a high price for Ebube’s and Ugo’s disobedience.

EXCERPT

Ebube’s favourite dream involved waking with Ugo beside him in his home on the Amauwa settlement.

There they had a good, simple, and happy life. Peace in the realms and the warriors at home.

She placed a kiss to his face, the tip of his nose and his closed eyelid before whispering, “good morning.”

Half befuddled with sleep he reached for her, hand settling on her hip as he struggled to stay still, needing her in ways that he couldn’t always express.

“The morning is good because you are here,” he replied in a voice still gruff from the night.

“You are awake,” her voice was filled with amusement.

“I am now.” He cracked his eyes open and filled them with a vision of Ugo dappled in dawn’s grey light.

A smile played on her lips even as strands of her braided hair brushed over her shoulders and plump breasts.

He trailed his hand down her smooth back over the curve of her waist to her wide hips and pliant buttocks swell over long legs that he now pulled down on either side of his so that she sat astride of him.

In the time that he’d known her, her body had ripened from that of a girl into a woman.

He had always been a man ready to go to war to protect the realms. Ready to put himself in danger and journey to whatever lands his missions took him.

Now he wanted to stay close to Ugo. To have her as a constant in his life. He couldn’t imagine a future without her. A mate to share highs and lows and make family.

“Now that you’re awake, my warrior, what would you like?” She rolled her bum over his groin.

His breath hitched as he hardened.

“Precious,” the endearment was hardly more than a groan on his lips.

She had never been this bold before.

He glanced up to find her smirking as she rolled her hips again. “Yes, my warrior. I have exactly what you want.”

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