Denying the Alpha anthology – Bearly Caught by Sarah Marsh

Congratulations to Sarah Marsh on your new anthology release!


  

  

*Available now!*

Denying The Alpha

Some happily-ever-afters take more effort than others…

The strong alpha heroes in our anthology are determined to claim their mates—but their women are anything but submissive. They’ll have to work twice as hard to get what they want. It’ll be a power struggle as the alphas and their women learn that the volatile energy between them is the beginning of something wonderful.

These nine hand-picked stories are hot enough to curl your toes. Get ready to fall in love with an alpha.

  
 

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My story in this collection is called Bearly Caught, here is the blurb for you!

  

Blurb:

Daniella Holt needed to get away from a controlling ex that wouldn’t take no for an answer, she thought that a few weeks in Hillion Falls renovating her Aunt’s house before she could sell it would be just the ticket. But there’s something odd about the small community that she can’t quite put her finger on and the handsome town mayor she runs into is definitely a distraction that she doesn’t need.

Emmett Greyson is the pack Alpha of Hillion Falls and things usually come fairly easy for him. Until he meets the niece of one of his former pack members and she has his bear all tied up in knots. Unfortunately, Dani doesn’t seem to be like any other woman he’s met before, and if he thinks it’s going to be easy to get her attention or her trust—he’d better think again.

When Dani ends up hurt they’re all in for a surprise no one could have anticipated, but will the crazy changes happening in her life drive her back to the man she didn’t want, or will Emmett find a way to catch Dani’s skittish heart once and for all?

  
 

  

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String of Pearls by ED Parr

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Thank you for inviting me to your blog today with new release MM romance, String of Pearls.

The story is set in the same SciFi fantasy city as last year’s release, The Dreamboat.

Indigo Vaughn, the warlock head of security, features in the story along with a new cast of characters. When I wrote The Dreamboat, I already had the new characters in my head along with their story. Tobias Mars and Dante Pepper, the elite space pilots for the royal court, very nearly made an appearance in The Dreamboat, but because that story is about Indigo at last finding love, I decided they needed their own story.

Once upon a time Dante and Tobias were close to becoming lovers, but Dante met Viridian and fell in love. Tobias has yet to meet his love when String of Pearls, opens. He’s a man of high integrity, handsome, caring, but also longing for love and sex. String of Pearls is his love story.

 

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Handsome, elite space pilot, Tobias Mars is completing a special mission, when on a water planet, recently ravaged by space pirates, he discovers Dreft Hann hiding and injured in the sand dunes.

There’s instant attraction between the two men, but honorable Tobias believes the fact Dreft is in his care precludes him from showing his growing love for the young man. What’s worse is his shocking discovery of Dreft’s real identity. Even so, Tobias can’t deny his feelings for Dreft.

When head of royal security, powerful warlock, Indigo Vaughn discovers Dreft’s secret, he anticipates trouble.

As beautiful Dreft falls in love with Tobias and dreams of joining the elite pilot squad, trouble is brewing from someone in Dreft’s past.

Will love finally win with so many obstacles in Tobias and Dreft’s path?

 

Warning: The book contains MM sex, MMM sex, gay anal sex, MM oral sex

 
 

Buy links:

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Excerpt:

Tobias Mars gazed at Dreft lying on top of the bed in room ten of the infirmary. Hari’s treatment had worked wonders and not only on Dreft’s wounds. Hari had cleaned Dreft up. His hair, now a dirt-free glossy hazelnut brown was brushed back to show off the handsome planes of his face. Hari had replaced Dreft’s strange boy-like clothes with the infirmary’s grey cotton pants and t-shirt. The man was, as his colleague, Dante, put it, deliciously pretty. For a fleeting moment, Tobias wondered what it would be like to kiss those perfect lips and hold that muscular body to his own. He shook the thought away.

Dreft opened his eyes and a shy smile spread on his mouth. As Tobias neared him, he shuffled up the bed to sit. “Thank you so much for helping me, sir.”

Tobias pulled a chair beside the bed and sat. “My name’s Tobias, Tobias Mars—no need to call me sir. How are you feeling?”

The handsome man’s eyes held gratitude. “I’m so much better. Thank you. I noticed the insignia on your jacket, sir.”

Tobias grinned as his fingers went to trace the gold and blue embroidered crest. “I’m one of the queen’s pilot explorers. I guess you could call us the elite unit. All the same, call me Tobias. I’d like that.”

“I’ve heard that you have to be aristocracy to be chosen for the unit. Is that true?”

A little frown creased between Tobias’s eyes. “Have you? Where’d you hear that?” A spike of worry prevented him from answering with the truth. His intense security training from the warlock, Indigo Vaughn, threw a question into his mind. Could Dreft be a rival court’s spy or even assassin?

“Sorry. I mean no harm. I heard a lot of things during my years as a slave.” Dreft’s voice held anxiety. His blue eyes clouded.

Witnessing Dreft’s unease, a wave of kindness softened Tobias’s look and tone. “How long were you a slave?” He remembered Hari’s description of the scars on Dreft’s back.

Sadness passed in Dreft’s eyes. “Five years—I’ve been a slave since I was stolen from my home when I was eighteen. I, I’d become desperate, hence the leap from the ship when we cruised reasonably low to take water from the lake on the planet where you rescued me.” His voice cracked a little.

Tobias watched fear replace the sadness in the young man’s eyes. He wanted to lighten the mood. “Hey, are you hungry? I bet Hari hasn’t given you breakfast and I’ve not eaten yet. Do you feel up to a little walk? My home isn’t far. I have loads of food—fruit, pancakes, savory pastries, and coffee. What do you say?”

Dreft gave him the most endearing look. “I’m very hungry.”

Tobias stood and pushed the chair away from the bed. He held out his arm for Dreft to take and helped him stand. “Hang on. You have no shoes.” Tobias left Dreft perched on the side of the bed. He went to the closet inset at the end of the wall and brought back a pair of felt slip-ons for Dreft.

Dreft pushed his feet into them. “Thank you. I think the medicA threw away what I was wearing.”

“Hari is the best medicA available. I trust him implicitly, but he’s a hygiene fanatic. He probably burned what you were dressed in.” Tobias laughed. “Can you manage or will you take my arm. It’s a gesture of support.”

Dreft’s gaze raked Tobias’s face and he smiled softly. “I know the clothes you found me in probably gave you the impression I’m a pirate’s plaything. I’d like to explain—”

“You don’t need to—” Tobias hurried to assure Dreft.

“I want to.” He held Tobias’s arm.

“After you’ve eaten, then.” Tobias led the way from the room, along the corridor and out of the infirmary door. His villa was two doors down from Dante’s and he walked slowly favoring Dreft’s halting steps.

“I’m limping but Hari said my legs were only bruised under the abrasions. Sorry. I didn’t expect them to hurt so much. My ribs don’t and they were broken.”

“Hari fixed your ribs and administered slow release pain reliever at the site. He fixed your abrasions somewhat, but it’s good to heal naturally where possible. He wants you to rest.” A smile sprang to Tobias’s lips. “If he sees us, he’ll probably say to me, ‘Sir, you got Dreft Hann up too soon.’”

©E.D. Parr, Evernight Publishing, 2018

 

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“You want excitement” #MWTease from High-Risk Fever

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

This week’s tease comes from my ménage erotica HIGH-RISK FEVER, which recently re-released with an additional chapter ❤

In this scene, we’re continuing where we left off last week. Anne’s husband comes down the stairs and questions her about the other guys…

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Brian came closer, towering over her until every muscle on the front of his body pressed against hers, flattening her breasts. He stood so near, she could no longer discern his pupils. His chest heaved against hers.

A sudden click—a brutal, sickening sound in such a desolate place—and the light went out, plunging them in perfect blackness. He lifted his arm and reached behind her. A metallic clatter on wood told her he’d put the flashlight on the shelf.

She shuddered. For the first time in their two-year relationship, she considered her husband a possible threat and regretted being alone with him.

“You know….” His menacing voice filled the eerie silence. He moved his face to the side of her head and whispered into her ear. “I can’t help thinking your odd behavior in bed yesterday has something to do with this.”

Oh, fuck. Everything was coming back at her. One by one, he pointed out irregularities and uncovered holes in her explanations. He must have given this some serious thought.
She swallowed, listened to her own breathing. Sweat slid along her flanks, cold as rain. The inability to see her husband caused the hair on her neck to stand, as if the spookiest ghost appeared before her.

Anne shook her head. “Brian, sweetheart, you wanna talk about last night? Honestly, I don’t know what came over me. I think I just wanted a little more—I don’t know—diversity?”

“Because what I do to you isn’t enough? Is that it?” He cupped her cheeks in his warm hands before moving to her ears and squeezing, pressing the back of her neck against another shelf. Her temples heated.

She didn’t know what to say, and feared where he was going. Being in a cold, humid, and darkened cellar didn’t seem a good moment to discuss the lack of variety in their sex life.

“Anne, I love you more than anything.” Pressing his hips against her, he rubbed his obvious arousal back and forth against her thighs.

Oh God. The movement lit a fire in her belly. She couldn’t believe he was handling her in such a rough manner, but at the same time, it was quite exciting.

“I’d give my life for you.” With one hand entwined in her hair, he yanked her head until it rested atop the shelf, exposing her throat. While a thousand tiny needles in her scalp made her whine, his warm breath pulsed against her bare skin. “Don’t you know that?”

“I do.”

With the other hand, he unbuttoned her blouse between their chests, snuck warm fingers beneath, and found her breast inside the bra.

She gasped at the intrusion.

“How do you want me to prove that?” He pinched the sensitive nipple, and a sharp, electrical rush of pain spread through her breast. “Marrying you wasn’t enough?”

Wanting to tolerate the hurt, she clenched her teeth.

He obviously thought roughness would arouse her. Well, she was tired of his oh-so-careful, gentlemanly lovemaking and did indeed crave a little harder handling. It could be the moment she had waited for.

“No, you want excitement.”

Yes.

His breathing picked up, as did the fondling of her breast and the moves of his erection between her thighs, only separated by their clothes. “Excitement.” His voice was loud in her ear. His moustache tickled the skin of her throat as he leaned forward, hot breaths leaving dampness before he placed his sharp teeth on the sensitive tissue and bit.

She yelped, jerked sideways, but his fingers entangled in her hair held her in place.

“Do you know what would happen to me if I lost you?” His voice cracked.

  

Copyright @ 2018 Lea Bronsen

  

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Two young and indecently handsome bicyclists visit a village in the French Alps during the summer holidays. Forced by a raging storm to spend the night at the local bed & breakfast, they invade the quiet lives of hostess Anne and her husband, Brian.

A power outage plunges the foursome into darkness, encouraging new liaisons to form, life-long secrets to be unveiled, and steamy lessons to be learned. But once the storm moves on, can the four find a balance and resume their normal lives?

  

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Behind the Iron Cross by Nicola Cameron

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In the hedonistic wonderland of Cabaret-era Berlin…

…where money can buy you anything you desire…

…and love comes with a pink rose and a practiced smile…

The year is 1923, the Great War is over, and Berlin has become the manic playground of Europe’s elite. Against a glittering background of nightclubs and hot jazz, a sensual American heiress, a wounded playboy, and a desperate German army officer forge a decadent pact of pleasure. But their nights of uninhibited passion soon lead to a forbidden emotional connection, one that will threaten their future … and their lives.

Excerpt available here.

  • Historical Romance, Erotic Romance, MMF
  • Word Count: 105,000
  • Heat Level 4
  • Published By: Belaurient Press

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Excerpt

Kat followed her men, feeling incredibly relaxed and happy. All of her worries about Schoengraff, the wedding, and her future at Tracy Electric felt like they had been trapped behind a thick, clear wall. She knew they were still there, of course, but they didn’t plague her at all.

And seeing both Friedrich and Sam’s trousers bulging from the kissing and canoodling in the hubble-bubble den was doing wonderful things to her own desire. As soon as the car started moving Sam fell on the colonel like a hungry beast, mashing their mouths together and driving his tongue between Friedrich’s lips. His hand snaked down, cupping the German’s undoubtedly aching cock and squeezing it.

It seemed only right to join in. She leaned closer to Friedrich, pressing her breast against his arm as she nibbled and sucked on his earlobe, whispering filthy things into his ear. He gave Sam a last kiss and turned to her, groaning as she undid a button on his shirt and slid her fingers inside to caress the skin there.

Sam moved back in, biting at Friedrich’s neck then soothing the sting with a lick. A fleeting thought crossed Kat’s mind, a wish to have both of her beautiful men naked and in bed with her. All three of them creating a tangle of bodies and limbs, so close that no one could tell where one ended and another began, and to hell if it shocked all of Bridgeport and its stuffy, stodgy society.

At some point the car stopped and the door opened, Horst looming in the opening. The next thing Kat knew they were up in the suite. How, she had no idea, but she was absolutely delighted by it. She led her men into her bedroom, kicking off her shoes as she went.

Laughing, Friedrich fell on Sam, pushing him into the bed and kissing him greedily, opening his mouth to the American’s. “You feel so good,” he said softly, dropping soft kisses over the other man’s chin, cheeks, nose. “Why do you feel so damned good?”

“I don’t know, but I’m glad I do,” Sam murmured. “You feel even better, angel.”

“Mmm.” Friedrich writhed, rubbing against Sam’s lean body. “Too many clothes.”

“I can help with that,” Kat said. She started unbuttoning his shirt, laughing as her fingers fumbled on the tiny mother of pearl discs.

Friedrich stared up at her, naked adoration on his face. He lifted a hand, brushing her cheek with a tender finger that sent shivers down her spine. “You’re so beautiful, Kätzchen. So strong, like a goddess.”

Kätzchen—kitten. Tonight, she would accept that once-hated nickname, especially since he finished up by calling her a goddess. “Clothes, colonel. Let’s get you out of them.”

She quickly stripped him, leaving him naked and gorgeous on the fine sheets while Sam fumbled with his own clothes. Friedrich looked down at his magnificent cock, already hard and pearling a drop of pleasure at the tip, and laughed at it. Sam joined in, and Kat followed. Everything felt wonderful.

The men rolled into each other’s arms and started kissing again, hands roaming muscular bodies and caressing, squeezing, stroking as she watched. It was wickedly delicious, the sight of these two beautiful creatures pleasuring each other. She stripped slowly, reveling in the heightened sensation of her skin as it was exposed to the room’s cool air. She dropped her chemise, then her corselet to the carpet, peeling off the fine silk stockings last and draping them around her neck like a stole. They caught on the chain there. Mustn’t snag the stockings. There were things she could do with them, wonderfully dark and heady things.

She unhooked the chain and tossed it and the key onto the bedside table. Crawling onto the bed, she gently pushed Friedrich onto his back and away from Sam, slithering down into his arms. “My turn,” she purred.

His eyes were thin rings of blue around wide black centers, the eyes of a child on Christmas morning who had just seem the mountain of presents awaiting him. “So beautiful. You’re so beautiful.”

She stroked his cheek, feeling the fine prickle of his beard. “So are you, my colonel. The most beautiful man, isn’t he, Sam?”

“Oh, yes,” Sam said thickly, kissing his way down Friedrich’s chest. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

She wanted to kiss Friedrich again, taste his mouth, feel his tongue dancing slickly around hers as they shared breath and heat. A faint voice in the back of her head murmured something in a warning tone, something about discipline and too much indulgence. She didn’t care. She wanted this beautiful man, and she was going to have him.

Without Condition (Sandy Ridge 3) by Lynn Burke

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Nothing but Kayla’s fingers and not-so-trusty vibrator have given her an orgasm in almost a year, and the one man she’s hell-bent on breaking her losing streak hides behind his badge. Detective “Hottie Pants” Ford thwarts her every attempt at seduction, and even though vandalisms, a trashed apartment, and physical assault keeps throwing them together, he refuses to attempt a relationship ever again.

She sees past his façade into the man hiding his pain behind unbreakable rules and inflexible conditions, but even after the fiery chemistry between them ignites, she struggles to prove to him she is nothing like the woman who jaded him for life.

Heartbroken, Kayla decides on a vacation to help her peace of mind—and ends up at Sandy Ridge. With danger hot on her heels, can the man she turns to first recognize Kayla for who she is? Will he give her the chance she needs to let him know she wants him without condition, before it’s too late?

*Be warned: Anal sex, spanking

 
 

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Excerpt:

Detective Ford’s gaze dropped to her mouth. “I can’t do this again.”

“Do what?” Kayla whispered even though he spoke as though to himself.

A muscle in his clenched jaw ticked, and it took him a few seconds to answer.

“Get involved.”

I’m not her, she thought to argue, but what did he know beyond the truth of her life? A rich young woman over ten years his junior whose daddy spoiled her rotten… Thinking he might turn on his heel and walk out without her even getting a chance to taste his lips twisted Kayla’s stomach.

“I don’t want a house and the picket fence, Detective.” The words spilled from her.

“Jacob,” he murmured, his gaze still on her lips.

“I don’t dream about rainbows and unicorns, Jacob,” Kayla whispered, her mind set on having him, giving her more boldness than usual. “I dream about your skin pressed against mine. Your mouth on my body, giving me what I want.”

He blinked, his gaze jerking up to her eyes, and he lifted his chin just enough, it felt as though he peered down at her. “Tell me what you want, Kayla.”

Alpha and commanding… yes, please. Emboldened, Kayla looked up at him through her lashes.

“I want you to fuck me.”

Jacob worked his jaw and thank fuck,lust rose to shimmer in his eyes.

“I’m not a gentle man.”

“I don’t want gentle.”

“I don’t do the cuddle and pillow talk bullshit after fucking a woman.”

All in, Kayla wasn’t about to hold back.

“Can’t cuddle and pillow talk if you bend me over the table in the back room.”

The man didn’t even flinch. “Conflict of interest, then.”

Kayla huffed a snort and dropped her arms, determined to win her way into the damn man’s slacks. She approached on trembling legs, her heartbeat pounding in her chest. His gray striped tie beckoned to her, and she slid the material between two fingers, trailing downward until she reached the end. Her fingertips rested on his belt buckle, and she lifted her gaze.

“Bullshit excuses,” she whispered.

His breath left in a rush, fanning her face with the scent of wintergreen.

“Kayla…”

“Jacob.” She quirked the corner of her lip.

War raged in his eyes, tensing his body looming over hers. That jaded, he probably hadn’t been intimate with too many women since his ex.

“Can I touch you?” she asked, breathless as hell and soaked through the bit of satin covering her throbbing pussy. Kayla slowly slid her hand downward, and when Jacob didn’t stop her, she found his cock, hard and heavy along his left thigh.

“You want me.”

His lips pursed, and Kayla squeezed his impressive girth, drawing a groan from his chest deep enough his mouth parted.

“Yes.” The whispered confession left his lips, and he grabbed her, yanking her full against his body. He crushed his mouth to hers before her held breath escaped, his soft yet demanding lips spinning her head. One hand fisted in her hair, Jacob tilted her head, thrusting his tongue between her lips.

Kayla moaned and sagged against him as his tongue swept along hers, tasting and devouring exactly as she’d hoped.

© Lynn Burke 2018

 

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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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Lie after lie #MWTease from High-Risk Fever

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

This week’s tease comes from my ménage erotica HIGH-RISK FEVER, which recently re-released with an additional chapter ❤

In this scene, we’re continuing where we left off last week. Todd has joined Anne in the cellar to explain what she saw last night, when her husband comes down the stairs and asks why Mica was wearing her bathrobe…

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Anne tried to still her heartbeat with a couple of slow, deep breaths and hoped he wouldn’t notice. Though they didn’t see much in the blackened cellar, she hoped the flashlight he pointed to the cement floor didn’t provide enough light for him to catch any twitch in her face. The uncontrollable nervous tics of a liar.

Careful, now. Be smart. Think fast.

Her throat constricted, but she forced the words with a calm, steady voice. “He was really cold. He asked me to give it to him, so I did.”

“Hmm.” Brian removed his fingers from her chin and stood silent for a moment, observing her.

The waiting lasted so long, she thought he’d accepted her explanation. She almost sighed with relief.

Wrong. Hazel eyes gleaming, he tilted his head and lowered his voice. “But sweet Anne, how did you do that?”

Uh-oh. She swallowed. “W-what do you mean?”

“I don’t see how that is so hard to understand.” His sarcasm provoked a rush of cold through her chest. “When you took it off and gave it to him, were you standing in front of him? I mean, you were naked underneath, weren’t you?”

“Uh—”

“I’m not done!” For a second, she didn’t recognize her husband. He had never spoken to her in such a harsh manner. “And when did it happen? Before or after the power went out?”

Oh, holy mother of Christ.

The cellar shrank, and its walls pressed against her from all sides while she sorted out her thoughts. Images of the gorgeous Italian and his tempting erection flashed in her mind, threatening to make her blush. But like a light switch, she replaced the pictures with those of him giving his lover a blow job. Instant deceit filled her, and anger rushed to her head.

That’s good. Being angry will make it easier to lie.

With unexpected control, she held Brian’s look. “I was already in bed. I’d put the robe on the chair. You know, the one by the closet. And he took it.”

Ah, such a simple excuse! She couldn’t believe her own cleverness. Pride almost radiated from her, and she worked to hold back a smile.

He raised his brows. “So he didn’t see you naked.” His words sounded more like a conclusion than a question.

She had already won the battle and visualized clapping her hands in self-applause. Much more at ease, she delivered the next line as if having rehearsed for a theatre play. “No. I was under the covers.”

She allowed herself the pleasure of conjuring up the intense lust building between her thighs when Micaela actually pinned her against the closet, and the gasp she had barely stifled.

Brian frowned. “But weren’t you supposed to give them clothes?”

Ah. Good point.

She paused while inwardly following the trail of her lie. Like a professional cheater, she had a good reply. “Yes, I told him to get them in your closet. But while choosing them, he wanted to wear the robe to be warm. That’s when the lights went out.” Again, she applauded her ingenuity.

Of course, she hated lying to her husband; she loved him more than any person she’d met and would be utterly lost if he left her. She could only hope Micaela would never mention their little interlude. Knowing the man’s boldness, though, anything could happen.

Brian nodded, the movement making the light dance on the floor and the silhouettes of his chin and nose move on his face. “Well, that’s good. I wouldn’t want him to get any ideas.”

“Oh, he won’t, I can assure you.”

“Yeah, how is that?”

Merde. A new rush went through her, this time of fear, and she cursed her big mouth. What reason to tell him? He had never shared her tolerance toward homosexuality and, like Todd, she suspected he would kick the two bicyclists out of the house as soon as he learned they were gay.

She filled her lungs with humid, fungus-scented air and exhaled, then shrugged and crossed her arms. “He’s just not looking at me, simple as that. He’s not interested. In fact, he’s being quite impolite.”

Oh, another lie. They seemed to exit her mouth with incredible ease today. She loathed these treacherous words, but excused them with the need to deter Brian’s suspicion at all cost, even if that meant soiling the young man’s reputation.

“Hmm.” Brian’s low voice carried a colder tone. “Does that also apply to the guy you chatted with a few minutes ago, the one who disappeared as soon as I caught you together?”

Damn, will you never relent?

Disheartened, she uncrossed her arms.

Before she could collect her thoughts and produce another half-coherent lie, he stepped toward her, bumping his large chest into hers, and pushed her back against the shelf. She winced as hard wood grazed her spine, pain spreading like tiny electric shocks.

Yet the contact brought forth the sex-infused memory of a very naked Micaela caging her in the same way last night and, for some strange reason, heat rushed to her lower stomach. Gasping, she put her hands behind her, clutching the rough wood of a shelf for balance.

 

Copyright @ 2018 Lea Bronsen

 

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Two young and indecently handsome bicyclists visit a village in the French Alps during the summer holidays. Forced by a raging storm to spend the night at the local bed & breakfast, they invade the quiet lives of hostess Anne and her husband, Brian.

A power outage plunges the foursome into darkness, encouraging new liaisons to form, life-long secrets to be unveiled, and steamy lessons to be learned. But once the storm moves on, can the four find a balance and resume their normal lives?

 

Links:

Get the book on Amazon.com, Amazon.ukBarnes & Noble, KoboiBooks, and Smashwords.

Add it to your shelf on Goodreads

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Golden (The Pride of Panthers 1) by Allyson Young

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Trace da Costa is determined to unite the nomadic and unsocial panther shifters of the Americas in order to add their voice—as a pride—to that of the rest of the world’s shifters. Humans are aware shifters exist which has led to innumerable problems, especially threatening the survival of the solitary big cats.

His followers have already embraced the idea of mating and staying together to raise their cubs and when he finds his mate he must convince her of the rationale behind the change in tradition.

  

Aura Maas has no interest in males, aside from the occasional one night stand and even if Trace da Costa is her mate she isn’t willing to give up her lonely lifestyle, having become inured to it at an early age. She is well aware of the risks with no one to have her back and resistant to the idea of being responsible for another—especially a cub or two.

But she’s impossibly drawn to Trace and when danger strikes they make a formidable team. Not to mention how great the sex is. She agrees to commit for a month, against her better judgment because her cat has already accepted him and her human side is fighting a losing battle.

But there are other forces at work, from traditionalists to hunters and it’s only when she flees on instinct and Trace follows her that she accepts her fate. She is claimed by him—and him by her.

 
 

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https://www.amazon.com//dp/B07K8QMMTP

 
 

Excerpt:

“Where is she?” The tension in his voice betrayed his need.

Rock Gideon spoke from the side of his mouth. “Secured in the back room.”

His gut clenched as his entire body went on alert. “What do you mean, secured?”

“Tied, wrapped, and gagged. Secured. She should be waking up from the injection right about now.”

“You drugged and secured my mate.” A stupid man might have missed the dire warning in Trace’s tone. Rock was anything but.

Easing up on his elbows, the big male shook his hair from his eyes. Trace held his stare, their beasts close to the surface. The wolf broke first and dropped his gaze for an instant. “It took five of my pack to subdue her. Shade and Blaze are still recovering—in wolf form! It was a fucking bloodbath. Without the injection, you’d still be looking for her, and how I managed to administer that is a mystery.”

Despite the damage to Rock’s people, Trace couldn’t help but feel a frisson of arrogance and satisfaction. Aura Maas was worthy of him and his pride. Not that his loosely knit group of panthers were actually a pride, but they were still connected. And he required a mate to help bind them together before their kind faded into the mist. It was his lifelong ambition and one within his grasp.

He’d outlived his parents, and his sister… Well, he hadn’t given up hope for Ariana, not yet, but most everyone else had, and it was as if he was the last of his line. And so he was determined to build a larger family, both for safety and longevity of their species.

“I apologize for your trouble and offer my regards to your pack. I’ll also increase the prize money.”

With a huff, Rock turned back to his beer. His tone was admiring, if grudging. “Whoever tames that cat will have a lifetime of—”

Whatever the wolf thought Trace would have with Aura was clearly beyond his ability to describe. Trace hid a smug smile and said, “I’ll see her now.”

“Help yourself. Just keep between her and the fucking door once you cut her free.” Rock fished a key out of his shirt pocket. “New deadbolt. And the window is barred. We’ve kept … guests before.”

The information gave him pause but for a moment. Whomever Rock kept prisoner or in a way station wasn’t his business. The alpha wolf had a reputation of being on the up and up. Regardless, he didn’t have time to ponder. His mate awaited him.

 

About the Author:

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Allyson Young aka Peri Elizabeth Scott lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada where she and her husband pretend to work well together in their seasonal business.

She has always enjoyed the written word, and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one. That was followed by a mix of spicy (Ally) and sweet (Peribeth) romances in various genres as well as a post-apocalyptic adventure without a lick of romance by Peribeth.

A bestselling Amazon author, a hybrid, and a coauthor, as of August 2018 she has published seven series and several standalones—all available on Amazon—with others in the works.

https://www.facebook.com/sweetnspicyauthor/

 

 

 

The Beast In A Suit (A Contemporary Tale) by Elena Kincaid

Congratulations to Elena Kincaid on your new release!


  

Thanks so much for hosting The Beast In A Suit (A Contemporary Tale). This story is an office romance with a modern twist on a classic tale and the first in a brand new series. The rest of the series will take on a different fairy tale and continue with the office romance theme.

  

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She’s no damsel. He’s no prince. Can their love still be strength enough to save them both?

Twenty years later, and the hole inside Emeline’s soul only got bigger, mourning the loss of her mother and brother and what could have been. A stranger comes along with changes to a career she loves, but will it be for the better and will he end up changing her, too?

Adam has been closed off to the world for nearly two decades, existing but not living. He doesn’t even realize the shell of a man he’s become until a woman he’s slowly falling for makes him examine his own reflection.

A modern twist on a classic tale filled with desire, passion, and one dangerous obsession.

  
 

Buy links:

Amazon / Evernight / Bookstrand / Barnes & Noble

  
 

Excerpt:

“You’re firing me?”

“Of course not,” he replied adamantly, finally turning to face her. “I meant what I said before. You’re very valuable to this company and you’ve more than proven it. I also meant it when I told you that you would do great on your own. I don’t want you to leave.” He took her hand in his. “I want nothing more than for you stay, but I don’t want to hold you hostage. That was unfair of me. Please, forgive me.”

The truth was, she had forgotten about his threat. With the way he turned the company around along with giving her his friendship, not to mention the fact that she was in love with him, she was happy there again. She hadn’t thought about quitting or about going out on her own. The fact that he remembered and was apologizing for it and even willing to let her go without any repercussions stunned her. She had already forgiven him a while ago.

She watched a sly smile form on his lips, a devilish gleam in his eye. “No one should have to work for an asshole.”

“Good thing I no longer think of you as an asshole.” She glanced down at their joined hands. “I would like to stay.”

“You would?” He sounded surprised, hopeful even, and the look on his face confirmed it when she raised her head.

“And what about you, Adam?” she asked. “Do you intend to stay?” She knew it was a premature question, given the fact that it would be some time before he could present a tempting sale, but she felt like she needed to know if he even considered the possibility of actually keeping the company and running it himself.

He reached out and toyed with a strand of her hair. “I’d gotten so used to working with soulless corporations, people who wouldn’t hesitate to stab each other in the back. I guess you can say I’m pleasantly surprised. Publishing Enchanted is more than a company. It’s a family.”

“You’re part of it now.”

“And I don’t think I want to give that up.” He let go of her hair and brushed his knuckles down her cheek. “I have too many reasons to stay.”

They were so close now, their faces mere inches apart. Emeline couldn’t even remember how they had gotten there, but now she only wanted to be closer. “Adam,” she whispered, right before he closed the final distance between them and kissed her.

His kiss was soft, tentative at first, as if gauging her reaction, but when she wrapped her arms around him, he deepened it, moaning into her mouth as their tongues finally met and entwined. Finally, she got her wish and fisted her hand in his thick locks. His hair was soft, just as she’d imagined. Even his beard was soft against her skin. And God, he was such a great kisser, exploring her mouth thoroughly, lips and tongues feverishly connecting.

It was her turn to moan when he pulled her onto his lap and his hands began to roam down her back, her arms, and skimming down the sides of her breasts. He stopped kissing her lips long enough to move down to her jaw, her neck, and then all the way down to that deep V in the center of her cleavage, eliciting another, much louder, moan from her.

She was so lost in him, she hadn’t even realized at first that they were no longer moving, had no idea when they had stopped. Adam took notice of it, too, and paused his attentions to her. They were both panting as they stared at one another, and this time it was Emeline who leaned in and kissed him. She whispered, “Stay,” against his lips, the ache inside her for him too great to be able to part with him.

He practically growled in response and the two of them poured months of longing into their next kiss.

“I’m going to devour every single inch of you,” he said.

Yes, please!

  
 

Author bio:

Elena Kincaid is an award-winning and Amazon best-selling author. She writes Paranormal and Contemporary Romances with alpha males who stop at nothing to protect their women, heroines who are anything but damsels in distress, and stories where the only love worth fighting for is the forever kind of love.

She was born in Ukraine and raised in New York, where she currently lives with her daughter. Her desk is constantly cluttered with journals, sticky notes, and torn-out pieces of paper full of ideas. When not working, Elena loves to spend time with her family, travel the globe, curl up with a good book, and catch up on her shows.

  
 

Stalk her in all the right places:

Blog: http://elenakincaid.blogspot.com/

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Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7060236.Elena_Kincaid

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Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/dlrLFz

Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCIxZQdZPqoNPTPMi03LrbKQ

  

 

 

Sheriff’s Wanton Virgin by Paige Warren

Congratulations to Paige Warren on your new release!


 

Now available in audiobook!

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Sheriff’s Wanton Virgin

Author: Paige Warren
Narrator: Miranda Mendius
New Adult, Contemporary, May/December Romance
2 hours listening time

About the book:

Jilly

He’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and he’s completely forbidden. I’ve been in love with my dad’s best friend since I turned five; he gave me a tiara and called me his little princess. Except, I don’t want to be his princess anymore. I want to be his queen.

I’ve taken a job at the sheriff’s department, just to be under his nose. I’ll wear my shortest skirts and my tightest shirts, and I will do whatever it damn well takes to get the sexy sheriff to notice me. Interoffice romance is frowned upon, but some rules are made to be broken.

Joshua

When I walked into my office and saw the most luscious ass I’ve ever laid eyes on, the first thing I wanted to do was get under that skirt and inside her as fast as I could. And that’s precisely what I did.

Then her dad showed up and greeted his precious baby girl.

I’m well and truly fucked now. Not only did I claim the virginity of my best friend’s daughter, but I plan to take her again…and again…and again. She may be twenty years younger than me, but damn if I don’t feel eighteen again when Jilly is around.

No cliffhanger, no cheating, dual POV, HEA

 

Audio Sample: https://soundcloud.com/miranda-mendius/a-taste-sheriffs-wanton-virgin

 

Purchase on Audible in: United States / United Kingdom / France / Germany

Also available at Amazon and iTunes

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About Author Paige Warren:

Award-winning author Paige Warren spends her days weaving tales about alpha males and the women who love them. There’s nothing hotter than a man in tight Wranglers, dog tags (especially if he’s ONLY wearing dog tags!), or bad boys covered in ink. When Paige isn’t creating romantic tales, she enjoys reading and watching movies – romances, of course. If you see her out in the wild, you’ll most likely find her at Starbucks, sipping a white mocha with a distant look in her eyes as she figures out the right wording for the next scene in her latest book.

Find Paige on: Facebook / Twitter / Instagram / Amazon / BookBub

About Narrator Miranda Mendius:

Miranda Mendius is a voice actress/narrator specializing in romance and erotica. When she’s not falling in love with yet another leading man in her latest read, she can often be found browsing naughty posts on Twitter, scouting the gym for the hottest ass, practicing yoga or upgrading her 3D printer.

 

“It was…whoa, amazing” #MWTease from High-Risk Fever

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

This week’s tease comes from my ménage erotica HIGH-RISK FEVER, which recently re-released with an additional chapter ❤

In this scene, we’re continuing where we left off last week. After watching the two bicyclists playing with each other during the night, Anne is trying to recoup when Todd joins her in the cellar and says, “It’s about what you saw last night”…

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“Oh yeah,” she exclaimed, “well, I’m sorry—”

“No, it’s okay. Just please don’t tell your husband.”

“Oh.” Considering their recent conversation, his plea made sense.

“Please.”

“Oh, of course. You don’t need to worry about that.”

“If he found out, he’d kick us out. And now that Micaela is sick….”

Her heart tightened with worry. “How bad is he?”

“He’s caught a cold. I think he has a fever. So please—”

“I won’t tell anyone. It’s your private business.”

He nodded. “It is, but not everybody is as understanding as you are.”

“I know.”

He paused. The luminous beam from the flashlight trembled. “Listen. I feel bad about last night. Micaela and me, we just…. We were tired. We’d had a long day. We needed to chill.”

She shook her head. “You don’t have to excuse it.”

“We would never do this in public, you know. But we didn’t have a room. We thought everybody was asleep.”

“It’s all right. I’m glad you’re happy together.”

It was a small lie; Micaela’s deceit still annoyed the hell out of her. But she would work to get over it.

Todd’s voice warmed, and his eyes sparkled in the dark. “We love each other.”

“How long have you been together?”

“Well, we met about six months ago, online. I saw his picture, and it was like…he was so beautiful, I mean really incredibly gorgeous. He’s a dancer.”

“Oh….” That explained his perfectly sculpted body and feline agility.

Todd nodded. “I kept his photo in my wallet, and I was so sad that he was in Italy and we couldn’t meet in person. I really wanted to see him, you know.”

She smiled at his enthusiasm. “So, you stayed in touch?”

“Yeah, constantly. And then he invited me to visit during the summer holidays! I couldn’t believe it.”

“So how was it, to meet him for real? Sometimes these things don’t….” She heaved her shoulders.

“Oh, it was…whoa, amazing, so perfect. We hit it off immediately. Couldn’t keep our hands off each other. You know that feeling, when all you think about is that other person, and everything else sorta fades? You’re living a dream, every single minute of the day, and you couldn’t be happier. You want it to last, like, forever.”

“Yeah.” She thought of Brian and the first time they met. His warm hazel eyes staring at her, flirting. The heat rushing through her every time she heard his voice, and the desperate desire for him to touch her.

“Well.” Todd sighed. “I’d better get back. Would you by any chance have some aspirin for him?”

“Sure. Let me finish here, and I’ll bring you some.”

“Okay, thanks.”

Footsteps on the stairs made them both suck in a breath. Todd’s flash beam shook. A second beam of intense whiteness searched the black, low-roofed space, blinding them.

“Anne, are you there?” Brian’s bear voice boomed between cellar walls.

“Yes, by the shelves.” For the second time in a few hours, she felt caught in the act, and hoped to God he wouldn’t ask too many questions.

When he joined them, suspicion marred his features, and he moved the light from one face to the other.

Squinting, Todd gave a sheepish smile, turned, and left them alone.

Brian pointed his flashlight to the stone floor. He stood immobile in the dark, a few feet from her, until the grazing footsteps on the cement stairs vanished.

No more sounds but his faint, controlled breathing. Her instincts told her to wait.

“Making friends, are we?” He cocked his head.

Ah. An ugly feeling squeezed her throat. “W-we were talking, Brian.”

“Yeah, I could see that.” His tone filled with sarcasm. How unusual for this man, who she had always thought to be the sweetest and gentlest of all. He had not once laid a hand on her.

He took a step closer and grabbed her chin between two hard fingers. With his dark pupils reflecting dim light from the floor, he stared into her eyes. Short pulses of coffee breath drifted to her nostrils. “Anne, why was the Italian wearing your bathrobe last night?”

Oh, holy fucking shit.

 
 
Copyright @ 2018 Lea Bronsen

 
 

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Two young and indecently handsome bicyclists visit a village in the French Alps during the summer holidays. Forced by a raging storm to spend the night at the local bed & breakfast, they invade the quiet lives of hostess Anne and her husband, Brian.

A power outage plunges the foursome into darkness, encouraging new liaisons to form, life-long secrets to be unveiled, and steamy lessons to be learned. But once the storm moves on, can the four find a balance and resume their normal lives?

 
 

Links:

Get the book on Amazon.com, Amazon.ukBarnes & Noble, KoboiBooks, and Smashwords.

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Chants to Perephone by Jennifer Macaire

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Chants to Persephone

by Jennifer Macaire

In the fifth book in the Time For Alexander series, the Thief of Souls has stolen Alexander’s soul, and the druids have foretold the end of their world and have raised an army to kidnap Paul. They mean to stop Rome from invading Gaul and thus change the course of time. Meanwhile, an oracle tells Alexander and Ashley they must go to the Land of the Eaters of the Dead.

Paul has stowed away on their ship, and Nearchus has decided that now is the time to profess his love to Alexander. To further complicate things, Charidmus, an old foe of Alexander’s, recognizes him and realizes he hasn’t died. Ashley knows she must stop the druids, find the Thief of Souls, keep Charidemus quiet, somehow get Nearchus out of their bed, and time back on track – or the Time Senders are going to have a fit. There’s also a small matter of a human sacrifice with Alexander as the chosen victim. What’s a time traveller to do?

‘Who is Voltarrix, and what is a thief of souls?’ I asked Yovanix, the Gallic slave who had joined us on our voyage.

‘In Celtic myth, it’s a druid who can steal souls.’ He made a face. ‘I’m not explaining this very well. I’m not Celt you see. But if Anoramix was afraid of him, I would be frightened too. Anoramix was never afraid of anything, not even death. There’s one last thing I should tell you.’ He licked his lips nervously. ‘Selena told me never to trust you. She said you were really Persephone, the Queen of Ice and Darkness, and that your heart was like a stone.’

‘She was still upset about Anoramix,’ I said uncertainly.

‘She blamed you for his death and wanted revenge. She forbade me to tell you that Voltarrix is still seeking Paul. She said that Paul would never be safe, and that no one could protect him.’

‘What does he want with Paul?’

Yovanix spoke as if weighing his words. ‘If it’s true Iskander lost his soul, I think I know why. If Voltarrix captured Paul and put Iskander’s soul in his body, can you imagine what would happen? Paul can no longer call the moon, but he can grow up to lead an army. The Druids are starting to feel the end of their world approaching. They speak of only one thing now; stopping the Romans before it’s too late. Some think it’s already too late. Voltarrix is one of the old ones who believe that time can be twisted.’

‘Twisted?’ I echoed. My voice sounded odd.

‘The druids believe that time can be changed, like a river’s course. They can change it, slow it, or speed it up. With enough work, they can even make it flow backward. Time is the foundation of the druid’s religion’

It was starting to make sense. Time. The Aztecs had foreseen the date their empire would topple, and they had tried to turn back time with their ceremonies. Nothing had worked for them. Nothing would work for the druids. The Romans would take over and usher in the modern world. Unless a boy, who never should have been born, somehow changed time.
It was conceivable – there were still two hundred years. After that, nothing would halt the inexorable march of the Roman Empire and the event that changed the world; the birth of Christ. But suppose the druids somehow managed to unite the Norsemen, Celts, and Gauls against the Romans? What if Paul were somehow the catalyst? Paul – with Iskander’s soul.

I took a deep breath. I would have to think about this. There were three people in the world who should never have been born: Paul, Chiron, and Cleopatra – and I was not supposed to be in this time or place. Anyone of us could, conceivably, change the world. A butterfly’s wings indeed.

Jennifer Macaire is an American living in Paris. She likes to read, eat chocolate, and plays a mean game of golf. She grew up in upstate New York, Samoa, and the Virgin Islands. She graduated from St Peter and Paul High School in St Thomas and moved to NYC where she modelled for five years for Elite. She went to France and met her husband at the polo club. All that is true. But she mostly likes to make up stories..

Preorder now: getbook.at/Persephone

What you saw last night #MWTease from High-Risk Fever

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

This week’s tease comes from my ménage erotica HIGH-RISK FEVER, which recently re-released with an additional chapter ❤

In this scene, we’re continuing where we left off last week. After watching the two bicyclists playing with each other during the night, Anne is trying to recoup.

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She would need to take it easy from now on, try to get her life back to normal. And that meant staying the hell away from the handsome bicyclists.

She moved a hand to Brian’s side of the bed and found it empty. A glance at the battery-driven luminous digital clock on his bed table indicated it was breakfast time. And, now that she thought of it, the bitter-sharp smell of brewed coffee beans drifted into the bedroom. Thank God they had an old cooking stove.

She listened. Muffled voices came through the floor, low pop music from the battery-driven radio—“La Isla Bonita” by Madonna—and coughing.

She wanted to stay in bed, didn’t want to go downstairs and face everyone. But her hostess duties called, as did her grumbling stomach. With much reluctance, she climbed out of bed, felt her way to the closet, and found new clothes.

After a short visit to the bathroom, she went down the stairs, dreading who she would meet.

In the dark room below, a French family of four sat at the dining table, a couple of candles lighting their somber faces. Since the two children, a ten-year-old girl and a seven-year-old boy, still had a month of summer holidays, the parents had planned to spend the next couple of weeks in the Alps, driving from village to village. These mountains were renowned for their severe weather, but the two adults seemed surprised and more than a little annoyed to be stranded here.

As figurehead of the bed and breakfast, it was Anne’s job to make their stay as pleasant as possible, but it seemed Brian had already taken care of that. The delicious scents of fresh baguette, jam, and butter teased her nostrils, increasing her hunger.

At the other end of the long table, Todd and Brian sat next to each other, coffee mugs in hand, features drawn.

A boost of warmth filled her at the sight of her husband. “Hey, sweetheart.” She walked over to him and, when he looked up, she leaned down to peck him on the mouth. “Everything okay?”

He smiled and discreetly patted her butt.

Todd greeted her with a nod, face placid.

Where was Micaela? She scanned the first floor.

Ah. In the back of the living room, lying on a sofa, with a woolen blanket covering him from top to toe. A hard coughing fit shook his torso, making her cringe with pity.

She sighed.

Heavy rain assaulted the windows and the asphalt outside in a steady, monotonous beat. Playful gusts of wind toyed with the open shutters, provoking small creaks. Raindrops zigzagged on the glass panes in a random maze. If she had any time, she would take a pause to go to the window and watch the wet patterns form and change, dreamily losing herself in their dance.

But business waited.

When she gazed back to the tenants, they studied her. Did they have any idea what had happened in this room last night?

The notion of sitting with these moody faces at the table stressed her. She murmured a polite bonjour, filled a cup of hot coffee, and grabbed a croissant before going to the kitchen to busy herself cleaning and moving things around. Lit candles made it possible to work in the dark.

She kept one ear focused on the living room, eavesdropping on Todd and Brian’s low conversation. They discussed politics and compared social standards in France and the US.

At one point, Brian raised his voice. “Did you hear what happened last week? Before the French government voted for the new gay marriage law? One and a half million people marched in the streets of Paris to protest, and they were pissed. But the elected elite refused to listen. They still passed the law.”

“Oh.”

“Can’t fuckin’ believe it.”

“Believe what?”

“That they made it possible for people of the same sex to marry.”

Images of Todd happily intimate with his lover last night flashed, and she couldn’t help but feel sorry for him in face of her husband’s intolerance. She’d never really given the gay phenomenon much thought, but she had a feeling circumstances would soon force her to take a stand.

“As if they don’t have enough problems to take care of. There are a record three million unemployed people in France. And nine million beneath the poverty line. It’s unheard of, never before seen. What are they gonna do about that?”

“I don’t know.”

She opened the fridge. The lamp didn’t turn on. Merde. She would have to move the food to the cold cellar in the basement. With a heavy sigh, she grabbed cartons of milk and orange juice and went to an old door at the opposite side of the kitchen.

The guys had stopped talking. Chair legs scraped on the bare floorboards.

She pressed the handle on the cellar door, braced for the humid, chilly air seeping out of the narrow staircase, and climbed down the cement steps. A black void lay before her, but having lived there all her life, she knew the place inside out. Her nose twitched from the sour smell of fungus as she took careful steps across the low-ceilinged basement. She found the wooden shelves against a wall and placed the cartons atop one of them.

Shuffling in the stairwell made her jump. She turned and squinted as a blinding flashlight pointed in her direction. The person approached, hard shoe soles grazing the stone floor. The shining-white beam revealed Todd’s face.

“Oh, it’s you.” She let out a breath. What the hell was he doing here? Maybe he wanted to scold her for peeping last night. She tried to make up a quick excuse.

He stopped in front of her, the flashlight in his hand making him look like a ghost, and took a deep breath. “Forgive me for coming down here. I know it’s off limits.” His voice sounded hesitant. “But I have to ask you a favor, and it’s important that your husband doesn’t hear me.”

How did Todd manage to sneak past him? Maybe the facteur brought the mail at that moment and held Brian’s attention at the front door.

Nevertheless, Todd hadn’t come here to scold her. Relief washed over her. “Sure.”

“It’s about what you saw last night.”

Copyright @ 2018 Lea Bronsen

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Two young and indecently handsome bicyclists visit a village in the French Alps during the summer holidays. Forced by a raging storm to spend the night at the local bed & breakfast, they invade the quiet lives of hostess Anne and her husband, Brian.

A power outage plunges the foursome into darkness, encouraging new liaisons to form, life-long secrets to be unveiled, and steamy lessons to be learned. But once the storm moves on, can the four find a balance and resume their normal lives?

Links:

Get the book on Amazon.com, Amazon.ukBarnes & Noble, KoboiBooks, and Smashwords.

Add it to your shelf on Goodreads

See photos that inspired me to write on Pinterest

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Thanks for stopping by!

Be sure to check out all the fantastic writers sharing Mid-Week Tease Blog