“Please say you’ll stay” #MWTease from #NewRelease #TornAvenger

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

This week’s tease comes from my dark Viking romance Torn Avenger, which actually came out todayyy!!

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Roeland pulled his shirt over his head and sent Alv a glance, a grin curving his mouth. The traveling had done him good. He’d grown muscles and his olive skin had acquired a healthy glow. With a thin layer of sweat covering his firm chest and shoulders, he looked to die for. Alv yearned to touch him, but…

The sexy man came closer, black gaze sparkling. “What’s wrong? You look tense. Hesitant.”

Alv sucked in a mouthful of air. “I thought you said you could never love anyone again. Why would you—”

“A woman, no. But you…you’re something else.” Roeland stopped a hairsbreadth away and slid his hands between Alv’s shoulders and his coat, lifting the too-hot fur and letting it fall to the floor behind him. “I want you to live here with Ima and me.”

He did? That declaration sent a rush of fierce emotions through Alv’s chest, almost choking him and bringing tears to his eyes. After the chaotic events of the past weeks, he’d felt lost and lonely, like an orphan, and uprooted, wandering from place to place and not feeling at home anywhere. But if the man of his wildest dreams invited him to stay… That changed everything. He swallowed to loosen the knot in his throat.

“Please say you’ll stay.” Roeland’s warm breaths blew softly on his lips as he leaned forward and pressed a hard bulge in his pants against him.

Oh… Heat coursed to Alv’s cock, making it swell in an instant and push back against Roeland’s. He groaned, closed his eyes, and relished the intense arousal. If Roeland was honest, and he’d always been, Alv should trust that what happened between them was genuine and lasting. Just be thankful and savor it!

Without warning, Roeland pulled Alv’s pants down so his curled erection straightened and bumped into Roeland’s stomach. Shocked and delighted at once, Alv gasped and opened his eyes. Roeland met him with a sinful grin and kissed him, mouth hard. That took away the last of Alv’s hesitation.

Copyright (c) 2017 Lea Bronsen

 
 

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

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

 
 

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★★ NEW RELEASE ★★ Torn Avenger is out!!

I’m super excited to announce that Torn Avenger is live today!!

This is a special book for me, as it’s a step away from my usual contemporary romance.

 

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Murder. Passion. Two ancient worlds colliding.

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

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

 

A little about the background:

When asked what inspires me to write books, I usually say it’s something I’ve seen or heard, or I’ve been challenged to dig deeply into my imagination and come up with a crazy idea. This time, it was a premade cover. The moment I saw this dark, sensual, slightly homo erotic image of a half-naked man in a fur coat on an exquisitely colored background, I knew it had to be mine. I decided in which historical period to set the story – the obscure, mythical age of the Vikings – and the ensuing process plunged me into an exciting and not so foreign world where everyday heroes lived the same dramas and battled for the same values and desires as we do in modern society.

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“Get down” #SexySnippet from TORN AVENGER

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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Murder. Passion. Two ancient worlds colliding.

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

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

 

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Seductive Suspect by Thea Landen

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

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

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

 
 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 
 

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

 
 

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Transcending Fire by Casey Moss

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

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

 

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

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

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

 
 

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

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

Safaia. Always and forever Safaia.

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

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

Seems she doesn’t mind.

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

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

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

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

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

 
 

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

 
 

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“Swallow everything” #MWTease from THE AUDITION

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

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

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

“Yeah.” Jaden gulped.

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

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

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

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

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

Jaden stared, gaze wide and blurry.

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

“Yeah.”

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

Jaden obeyed. So docile, so willing.

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

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

Copyright (c) 2017 Lea Bronsen

 

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

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

 

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Cimmerian Shade #newrelease #boxedset

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

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

 

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When Cougar Dates Manwhore by Jewel Quinlan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Like what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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A tight lover’s embrace #SexySnippets from Torn Avenger

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

 

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

Didn’t he understand the danger?

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

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

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

 

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Murder. Passion. Two worlds colliding.

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

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

 

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The Time by Peri Elizabeth Scott

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“…signs of at least…”

“Over here!”

“…nothing…”

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

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

 
 

Author Bio:

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

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

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

http://www.perielizabethscott.com/

 
 

Abel’s Obsession by Lynn Burke

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

 

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

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

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

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

~Lynn

 
 

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Abel’s Obsession

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Cover Art: Jay Aheer, Simply Defined Art

Release Date: August 30, 2017

 

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

 

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

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

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

 
 

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EXCERPT

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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ABOUT LYNN BURKE

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

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

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

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

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

Jaden’s eyes widened. “Undress?

“Yeah, as in, take off your clothes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Promise?”

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

“What do you mean?”

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

The smoker added, “The biggest star.”

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

“If you promise…”

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

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

“We won’t need to,” Davidson replied.

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

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

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

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

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

You’re kidding me.

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

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

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

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

As if.

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

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

Copyright (c) 2017 Lea Bronsen

 
 

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

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

 
 

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

 

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

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

 

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Soul Infection (The Sons of Gomorrah) by Katerina Ross

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Tristan Todorov, formerly one of the best scholars at the legendary and sinister Scholomance school of magic, was cast out and now travels alone through Eastern Europe offering discreet services as an unlicensed magician. In a luxurious hotel in Prague where he’s been invited to investigate a suspicious series of suicides, he’s about to meet someone who will make him remember the darkest secret of his past. Will a night of lust soothe Tristan—or will it stir up something evil and dangerous, something he’s tried so desperately to forget?

 
 

Excerpt:

Jarek slid off the bed, the coverlet still loosely draped over his shoulders and trailing behind him like a king’s cloak. In the gap between the folds, Tristan could see everything he wanted to.
“Don’t move,” Jarek told him softly. “Keep your hands to your sides.”
And Tristan obeyed.
“Interesting,” Jarek mused, trailing a finger along his collarbone.
Tristan sucked in a deep shuddering breath, but stayed still. It felt odd, letting this happen. Jarek slipped his hand lower, casually brushed it across Tristan’s perked nipple on the way, and then traced a path down his chest and over the muscles of his abdomen. Tristan’s abs went taut at the feather light touch, and Jarek laughed quietly.
“Sensitive.” He stated the obvious. He let the coverlet slip from his shoulders—an effortlessly seductive gesture, probably well-practiced. A slow, crooked smile made the expression on Jarek’s face all the more lascivious, which was most certainly the intention. “I think I know what you need.”
Tristan looked down pointedly and then up, with a hint of sarcasm. “Well, that’s kind of apparent.”
He still felt nervous, but not as much as when he’d thought of being pitied or rejected.
Jarek quirked an eyebrow at him. “Is it? Hmm. We’ll definitely come to that, but why rush things? I’m here to take care of your wishes, even the ones you’re not sure you have. Why not try something new, something unusual?” He leaned in, very close, and Tristan felt Jarek’s warm breath on his lips when he whispered, “Just let me take control for a while, and you’ll see how good I can make you feel.”
The next moment, Jarek backed off, to Tristan’s disappointment, but maintained eye contact, and Tristan felt unable to look away, as if mesmerized. The tips of Jarek’s fingers now rested lightly on his hipbones, almost where Tristan wanted them most but not moving closer.
“Say yes,” Jarek coaxed him in a low voice. “Say you give in to me tonight. It’s easy, giving in.”
“Yes,” Tristan breathed out, not sure what he’s agreeing to and not caring in the least.

 

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About the author:

Katerina Ross lives in Russia and works as a journalist. There are no M/M romance publishers in her country at all, so she writes hot M/M stories in English.

Come find Katerina on Facebook and Tumblr if you’re so inclined 🙂

 

Anger-fueled desire #MWTease from TORN AVENGER

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

This week’s tease comes from my dark Viking romance Torn Avenger, which is scheduled for release on September 20th 🙂

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Roeland was stunned. It was the first time he experienced anything like this. His relationships with women had never reached such a level of anger-fueled desire. Alv’s entire being seemed to envelop him, body, mind, heart and soul. Though the two men were the same height and Alv slim and bony, his power surpassed Roeland’s. Maybe it was the alcohol in Alv’s veins that gave him such a superhuman presence—the smell of fermented honey drifted from his mouth, with a comforting, ensnaring even, hint of sweetness.

This was surreal, like a dream. Alv’s sexual energy absorbed Roeland, and he couldn’t fight it. A week after his poisoning, he didn’t have physical strength. Why resist anyway? He didn’t have anything in life but a little time here and there with his daughter. The rest of the day and night, he sat chained to a wall in a stinking animal barn, waiting to recuperate enough to do hard labor like most of the other slaves. If that was supposed to be his fate, he didn’t mind receiving warmth from a fellow human being.

To be honest, there’d been something between them since Alv stopped him from jumping into the deadly ocean. Alv had protected, nursed, and defended him, always with kindness in his ways and warmth in his blue-green gaze. Roeland had believed their relationship to be brotherly and enjoyed their exchanges, but tonight, their feelings for one another seemed to morph fast into something more.

He didn’t oppose. Alv’s desire didn’t appall or repel him like the one of another man might. Maybe it was the effeminate side of Alv that made it acceptable. No, not only that: it was fascinating, genuine. And it revealed a fundamental truth: Alv needed him. Like a spider feasting on its captured prey, Alv’s hunger ate Roeland alive, and strangely, he liked it. It’d been so long since he’d felt this way—alive. He didn’t care that Alv’s intensity consumed him, if it made him feel real and sharply present in the moment. It might even help him forget about his slave collar and chain for a little while.

The erotic kiss had Roeland’s body give into lust, some parts of him melting, others swelling and hardening. His breathing quickened. His mind became numb and succumbed to the need for comfort, relief from reality, and heady pleasure. He kissed Alv back, tentatively at first, discovering him, learning to know him, getting used to the idea of kissing someone after Hilda had passed.

Thank goodness his inner voice said it was okay, that he deserved love, sex, and he shouldn’t feel bad about it. When she died, he’d believed he loved her so much he could never be with another woman, but now he did just that with Alv, this half-man, half-woman being. It didn’t feel like he was cheating on her. If it had, he would’ve loathed himself for the rest of his life. But Hilda would’ve wanted him to be happy. Speaking of life, the Vikings might do away with him any given time, and what was happening with Alv could well be his last chance to share intimacy with someone.

He parted his lips, and Alv slid his wet, sweet-tasting tongue inside his mouth. God, delicious. Roeland moaned in appreciation, his body melting even more, his cock growing.

Alv released his lips with a small sucking sound and whispered, “Ssh, be quiet.”

Oh, right, they weren’t alone! Cold flash back to reality.

Copyright (c) 2017 Lea Bronsen
 
  
 

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

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

   

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I’m super happy to reveal the cover for my next publication: the dark erotic M/M Viking romance Torn Avenger!

 

Murder. Passion. Two worlds colliding.

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

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

 

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Coming Sept 20!!

 

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Hated to Love #SexySnippets from TORN AVENGER

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Happy Sunday! Here are seven lines from my dark Viking romance TORN AVENGER, which should be finished very shortly.

In this scene, everything seems to fall apart for Alv, and he seeks Roeland in the prisoner barn, needing someone to talk to.

*****

All of the sudden, Alv hated Roeland for making him love him, hated him for putting him in a desperate situation there was no solution to.

“What?” Roeland frowned and took a step back.

He was afraid? Ha, he should be!

Alv snapped, wanted to hurt Roeland, wanted to punish him for turning Alv into this crazed love monster. He collided into him and plastered every hard surface of his body to Roeland’s, pressing him against the wall and holding him in place.

Caged, Roeland stared into Alv’s eyes, not blinking once, seemingly tolerating their extreme intimacy. Warm puffs of air brushed Alv’s lips, and each time Roeland breathed in, his chest pushed into Alv’s.

*****

I don’t have the cover yet, but this is what Alv looks like:
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BLURB:

As the second son of a Viking earl, Alv Gunnulfsen wasn’t meant to inherit a throne or avenge a murder. But when his brother is slain during a raid and their father dies of grief, Alv is expected to take command and claim the killer’s death.

In a world of ruthless retaliation and complex social codes, he must also maneuver cleverly to protect a troublesome secret: his attraction for men.

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

Unless he’s willing to accept the love of another man.

*****

Catch the other #SexySnippets here!

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

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The Cleaner (Death Isle 7) by Kera Faire

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Rhonda Verene never thought she’d find herself pregnant and on her own with no means of getting in touch with the father. If only she hadn’t deleted his number in anger. There is only one thing to do, pull up her soon-to-be maternity knickers and find the one bit of family she has left—her brother.

Dan Traynor hated having to leave Rhonda behind. When his country needed him, however, he acted. Besides, it’s not every day you’re offered a job with the Dispatchers. He wasn’t ready for Rhonda to crash into his workplace in search of her missing brother, never mind the whole becoming a daddy issue.

With everyone’s life in danger, the time hardly seems right to resume their relationship, but love always finds a way. Especially on Death Isle.

 
 

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He was so good at making her want more.

How could she have ever sent him away? He was the only person who could make her feel like this—alive, ready to do whatever her Sir told her. To wait, patiently—almost—as he gave her the attention she required and allowed and encouraged her to fly and sink into that perfect sub space of knowing she was his. Rhonda moaned as her ass warmed and her breathing sped up. It was a dream, surely? Nothing as good as this sense of belonging had been hers since he went. But it seemed oh so real. It had to be real.

He’d come back. Joy filled her along with arousal. Her thighs were damp and herclit hard. The pulse between her pussy and ass throbbed as she waited for what might, just mighthappen next.

“Hello, my sweetness. Is my pet ready for me?”

“Yes, Sir. Oh yes.”

The heat and the intensity of his gaze as he stroked her cheek, the way his eyes sparkled and his lips quirked, were enough for her nipples to become hard stinging nubs. His cock—oh my his magnificent cock—the tip shining with the evidence of his arousal, made her throat dry and her body tingle. He bent and took one of those hard nubs into his mouth with a nip and a bite at the same time as his dick pressed against her pussy. Rhonda moved restlessly, inched nearer and gave into one long, breathy moan of need. She was eager to taste him, experience him inside her once more and relieve the heightening tension and arousal that flooded through her body.

“Enough, sweetness. I say when, do I not?” He pinched her non-bitten nipple. “Your arousal is mine to give or deny. Be a good little pet and all will be yours.”

That sharp instantaneous pain made her jump, even as he spread her legs and positioned his cock at her entrance.

“Ready? I’m going to ride you hard and fast. Hear you scream my name and ‘thank your Sir’. For we both need this don’t we, pet? Get ready and …”

“No…” Her scream echoed around the room. “God, no, the baby, n…” She opened her eyes.

Her ass hurt for all the wrong reasons.

It was a bloody dream.

She’d fallen asleep sitting at the table and half slipped off the bench. So one cheek was on cushion and one on wood and the crack of her ass was wedged most uncomfortably between the two.

 
 

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“This is a bonus” #MWTease from THE AUDITION

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

This week’s tease comes from THE AUDITION, a dark erotic contemporary romance short story I’m preparing to submit very soon.

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Rico flashed Jaden his best playboy smile and opened his shirt button by button. It usually had the effect he wanted. He took great care of his body. The other job demanded he stay in tip-top shape, and the result came in handy during this part of the audition. Most young people found difficult to resist a tanned, well-built, and slightly sweaty chest.

Indeed, the more buttons he popped, the more Jaden stared, as if fascinated.

Rico grinned. Once the shirt hung loose, displaying his neat washboard of a stomach, he palmed his crotch. This part of the game, he savored. Closing his eyes, he rubbed the outline of his stiff length through his pants, up and down, slowly. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” He drew an exaggerated breath.

No answer.

Was the kid going to refuse playing, now that they’d gone so far? It would be a shame. Rico liked him. Jaden had proven worthy. A wide range of emotions boiled in him, and it didn’t take much coaxing to have him spill them out with raging honesty. That, Rico respected. “El Loco” may be a heartless son of a bitch, but he recognized uprigthness and integrity. He would never hurt someone fighting tooth and nail for noble values.

More, Jaden triggered something in Rico that he wasn’t unwilling to explore, given the right circumstances. He’d spent the past two decades a lonely man, and to be honest, it began to wear on him. What the terms for changing—improving—a part of his life were, he didn’t know yet. And it wasn’t without risk: he’d spent those years building a shell so no one could touch him. There were certain things guns couldn’t protect him from.

He reopened his eyes.

At the same time, Jaden flicked his gaze up, searching Rico’s. “I thought you said I got the movie part?”

“You got it.” Rico grinned. “This is a bonus.”

“Oh,” the kid said, in a choked tone that almost tore a laugh out of Rico. That, and his reddish complexion, told Rico he could continue playing.

In one swift move, he zipped down his pants to let the beast loose. “Look,” he said, voice tight, grabbing his swollen cock at the base and making the entire length swing from side to side. “You see this, Jaden? You’re the one doing it to me.” He moved forward, stroking his hard shaft, until mere inches separated them. Jaden’s warm breaths blew on his face. “Do you like what you see?”

Copyright (c) 2017 Lea Bronsen

 

Rico is inspired by this sexy handsomeness:

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BLURB:

Ricardo Ferrer, nicknamed “El Loco Rico”, is a ruthless drug lord aiming to poison America with cocaine to avenge the authorities’ mistreatment of his immigrant family. He launders his black money by investing in movie productions. As a teen, Rico learned to enjoy having his dick sucked in jail. Now a man of power, his favorite pastime is checking out new acting talent…and convincing them to blow him and the team of producers.

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

 

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Seduced by Him (Helldorado Mongrels MC 2) by Jacey Holbrand

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Hey folks! I’m happy to announce that I have another story out! It’s called Seduced by Him and is the second book in my series: Helldorado Mongrels MC. But first a little about me…

 

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Jacey Holbrand believes life and love comes in all forms and should be celebrated. She’s committed to her muse and writing so she can share her stories with readers. Hot days. Sexy nights. Come play in her world.

Jacey loves to hear from readers! Click the link to eMail her: JaceyHolbrand@gmail.com

 

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This story is the second book in my series called Helldorado Mongrels MC. The series follows different immortal shifter families, a couple of humans, and the quest for stolen gold. It takes place in southern Nevada. I’d been toying with the idea for this series for the past few years after catching an episode of Haunted Highway on Syfy regarding the Hellhounds of Eldorado Canyon.

In book two, Seduced by Him, two human brothers are at the end of their camping trip in the canyon where, as teenagers, they had a frightening experience in a gold mine when confronted with wolves. Jarrod Russell, one of the heroes of this story, is jealous his brother found love, and he wonders when he’ll find his other half. Which doesn’t take long since he runs into him in a store and then in a casino.

Jarrod and Tex, the sexy stranger (who is based off of Brock O’Hurn in case you were wondering 😉 ) he keeps running into, have a one night stand that’s turning into something more when Jarrod is kidnapped by Tex’s fellow Helldorado Mongrels MC members.

Want to know what happens when Jarrod finds out the guy he’s super attracted to is an immortal wolf shifter and if he escapes the Mongrels? Well, you’ll just have to read the book now, won’t you? *wink*

 

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Wolf shifter and member of the Helldorado Mongrels MC, Dante “Tex” Valentin is restless and dissatisfied. He goes on a ride in search of excitement, never expecting to encounter his mate—a human male, who disrupts his world.

Jarrod Russell is envious his brother, Cameron, found love. Wondering if fortune will ever smile on him the same way, he runs into a man who rocks his world. A man he believes could be the love of his life.

When Jarrod and Tex’s paths cross again, a passion-filled night connects them. Because of who they are, though, they’re in danger from the Mongrels. Will their relationship be over before they even have a chance to love?

Be Warned: m/m sex, anal sex, language, violence

 

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The blond haired man without a name stood naked in his room.

Bare as the day he was born, too, Tex sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his elbows, and took in the view.

Tall, athletic physique. Classically handsome features with a full mouth. Cock that sported a slight curve. It didn’t appear to be overly big but still seemed to be larger than average. Just like he liked a man’s dick.

“What do you want me to do? Please. Tell me.”

He loved it when his partners had the touch of pleading in their voices, had amorous longing in their gazes, begging him to take them and use them as he saw fit. But this blond-haired, blue-eyed beauty wasn’t like the others. The lean, well-toned man didn’t fit the type of guy he’d normally go after—big, brawny, and rough around the edges—much like himself and the other Mongrels. No, the stranger from the store was the complete opposite, almost angelic, and the thought of claiming him sent lusty rivers of heat down into his rigid shaft.

“I want you to drop to your knees before me, take my cock in that luscious mouth of yours and suck me dry.”

A visible shudder racked the man’s body, and for a second he looked as if he might refuse, but then he closed the distance between them and knelt.

The angel positioned himself between Tex’s thighs and gently grasped his length. The bend of his fingers stroked him, feeling like the finest linen glancing against his skin. Tex’s body sizzled as his man’s appraisal of his body seemed to devour him. Then the stranger licked and kissed his cock and balls, sucked him into his mouth, and Tex felt as if he’d arrived home.

The guy laved its length and circled his fingers around its base, then traced the underside with the tip of his tongue and feathered his ball sack with the ends of his fingers.

Tex let his head fall back, enjoying the way the guy took command of his cock and savoring the delicate feel of the man’s moist and warm mouth on his shaft and his hands as they smoothed up his body.

So soft. Such a gentle caress. I love the way he’s touching me. Not enough though. Need to…

 

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Jacey

 

Forever & Always by London Saint James

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Title: Forever & Always

Series: Two Hearts, One Soul Duet: Book Two

Genre(s): M/F Contemporary Romance

Heat Level: 4

Word Count: 119k

Author: London Saint James

Publisher: LSJ Romance

Publication Date: August 15, 2017

Cover Art: Book Cover by Design

Editor: Red Penn Services

 

Blurb:

From international bestselling author London Saint James comes the final installment of Two Hearts, One Soul, a breathtaking story of two people who have always been connected, forever tied together by fate, by destiny, by unbreakable love.

With the media hell-bent on exposing Winter’s once private life, Cayden will do anything to protect her. But there’s more than just the voracious paparazzi conspiring against them.

Involved in an unprecedented web of strange events, and wound in a string of lies about to break with devastating consequences, Winter must battle ghosts from her past that threaten to harm the man she loves.

Faced with a choice she always knew would be inevitable, and a secret of her own, can the fairytale Winter’s been living with Cayden beat the odds of their reality and really come true?

 

Excerpt:

Thirteen years ago, I died.

While my death hadn’t been physical, it became a never-ending death of the heart. A complete withering of the soul. You see, Austin Carlyle was my everything. My best friend. My lover. The very air I breathed. The sun in my world. My warmth. The beating of my heart. But the night before our wedding, my heart would be ripped from me when Austin’s life ended in a horrific car crash. A crash I ‘survived’ if that’s what you want to call it.

Unable to cope with Austin’s loss, I retreated deep within myself, eventually leaving New York and my broken past behind. I found some semblance of a new life in Colorado, living in the make-believe worlds of the novels I wrote.

Three weeks ago, I returned to the place I knew would hold all the ghosts of my past, though I came back to the Big Apple at the urging of an old acquaintance, Zander Harrison—Austin’s one-time agent and friend. He convinced me to help him with a script to a movie that had been put in a very expensive holding pattern. The leading man hadn’t been happy with the direction of the film and had requested Zander find me. I couldn’t imagine why. I wrote romance novels. I wasn’t a script writer. But something about my books captured Cayden—an A-list actor I’d never seen or heard of before. Of course, I’d soon find out not knowing who the actor was, was ridiculous. I might have been living in my own personal dark ages, but still. He was a megastar. However, the real shocker would be what I faced when memories from the past came back to haunt me.

Weak, bone-cold, sopping-wet, and on the verge of batshit crazy, I stumbled into someone on Valentine’s Day—of all days—who shook me to my very unsteady foundation. What I saw when I looked at him was the face of a destroying angel, because it was like looking back in time at Austin. Oh, there were a few things different, like the color of his hair being nowhere near the pitch black of Austin’s, but so much about the man was baffling. He was the same height—his build an exact match. His voice—eerily close in texture, tone, and inflection. But if that’s not strange enough, he spoke with the same cadence.

Who was he? The Hollywood heartthrob I’d never seen before—Cayden Cain.

After our bizarre ‘introduction’ the need to know more about him ate at me like the slow drip of acid. I had to find some answers, so I searched the internet. Surprised by the results of my search would be an understatement. It was all too much. Too unbelievable. Impossible. Cayden was twenty-three years old, the exact same age Austin was when he was killed, but even stranger, Cayden had been born in the same month, on the same day—May eighteenth—in the same city as Austin, only years later.

But that’s not all. There was a weird coincidence of Cayden being involved in a car accident. One which tragically took the lives of his parents and left him the sole survivor of that accident when he was ten, putting this terrible happening around the same timeframe as the wreck Austin and I were involved in. What was also baffling was the life path Cayden took—acting. It was very close to the path Austin had taken and would have continued to take if he’d been alive. By seventeen, Cayden had been the lead in a small foreign film and moved to Hollywood shortly after, gaining his groundbreaking role at the age of eighteen. The first movie Cayden obtained his superstar recognition for was Longing.

Before Austin’s death, he’d signed a movie deal with Paramount. What was the title of the movie he was to begin filming after our wedding? Longing.

When I first read that, I gaped—completely stunned. Then I read a synopsis of the movie, beyond shocked to see it wasn’t just a coincidence of the title; it was the exact same movie. I had no idea why Paramount shelved their project for so many years. But to find it had finally been completed with Cayden as the leading man, well, what were the odds of such a thing?

Even with all the uncanny coincidences and the almost carbon copy similarities in appearance, what was truly unbelievable? Cayden’s eyes—the same shades of blue from my past. They captured me, looking straight into my soul—the eyes of my love. My life.

Everything changed.

Trust me, I tried to fight against the truth—the pull I hadn’t felt in so very long—but it was no use. I’d come to believe, as crazy as it might seem, some way, somehow, Austin saved me through Cayden. It was as though they were two hearts, one soul. Cayden himself spoke as though he’d always known me. Missed me. Loved me even. I couldn’t explain how it was possible, but he, like Austin, was the missing piece of my heart.

With his touch, Cayden brought me back to life, reawakened dormant feelings, and gave me what had long been missing—Winter Perri. The only problem, I wasn’t sure I could live in Cayden’s superstar, paparazzi infested world.

“Will you stay with me?” he’d asked.

I gave the only answer that made any sense at all.

 

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About the Author:

London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.

As an award-winning, international bestselling author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.

 

Stalking Links:

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Blog: http://londonsj.blogspot.com

Twitter: @LSJRomance

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Giveaway:

London will be giving away a singed paperback of Always (Two Hearts, One Soul Duet: Book One) as well as a handmade leather bound travel journal, and a pair of pink mirrored Sojo shades to one lucky winner. All you need to do to be eligible is fill out the Rafflecopter entry.

The winner will be announced on September 15th

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Lich Queen by Naomi Clark

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Thanks for having me today! I’m so excited to be sharing my new release, LICH QUEEN, book three in the Blood Canticles series. Anyone who had to deal with me while I was writing this book (friends, family, co-workers) will know I was completely obsessed with it. I love writing Dawn, and her story has so many elements I just love writing in general – ghosts, private eyes, and creepy shenanigans! And anyone who had to deal with me while I was waiting to hear if the book had been accepted, knows I was a total bundle of nerves the whole time (my fiancé is a patient man). For some reason I was convinced I’d get a “no” on this one. Don’t ask me why. It just seemed like maybe Dawn’s story, which gets bleak, might not be a good fit.

But it’s not just bleak! Like the other Blood Canticles books, there’s friendship, mystery, action, and a lot of coffee. If you like your urban fantasy filled with those things (and a side order of zombies, vampires, and demons), you’re going to love LICH QUEEN just as much as I do 😉

  

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Magic has ruined Detective Dawn Hardy’s life.

Her partner is dead, her career is on the rocks, and Dawn fears she herself may no longer be human.

While she struggles with the aftermath of a vampire attack, dead bodies are going missing around Fort Rosser. A demonic plot is brewing, and Dawn and her friends may be the only ones who can stop it. If they can stop fighting each other. And if Dawn can conquer the growing darkness inside herself.

Vampires and demons were just the beginning.

 
 

Excerpt

They had to press themselves to the wall to get around the zombie. Dawn kept her gun trained on it the whole time, just in case, but it didn’t so much as twitch. It felt like stopping it had been too easy. Her nerves were singing by the time they reached the landing. Another dark hallway stretched out before them, dented metal doors on either side. Dawn noticed with a chill that a lot of the doors looked like the damage had come from the inside.

“There’s an open unit up ahead,” she told Rhys, watching Eddie drift along, leaving a trail of caramel-tobacco in his wake. “They let some of the less dangerous patients mix freely during the day.”

They’d been in there, on that long-ago murder investigation. It was a big enough room, still lined with basic tables and chairs where patients could sit and read, or play card games, or just … sit. It was a favorite spot for urban explorers to visit, because the masonry was still pretty sound, but the room itself was a wreck, offering the right balance of damage and security for would-be YouTube stars.

“Bet you ten dollars that’s where she is, then,” Rhys said. “I can feel it. You?”

Was she supposed to? Seeing ghosts was bad enough, Eddie excluded. She didn’t want to start ‘feeling’ zombies. She shook her head, focusing on Eddie again.

Sure enough, he stopped by the door to the open unit. Those demonic symbols were gouged into the door, deeply scarring the metal. Her pulse raced as adrenaline flooded her. She could hear something on the other side of the door – a muffled mix of footsteps and low, strained voices. She adjusted her grip on her gun, palms sweaty. She carried a standard-issue Glock, six rounds. It had always felt like enough before tonight. Now she was down to three.

“Any last minute advice on dealing with the undead?” she whispered to Rhys.

“Don’t,” he said.

She wished he didn’t think he was so funny. Eddie beckoned her to the door, giving her a look she knew well. Caution, mixed with determination. She didn’t need to hear him speak to know what he was thinking. Go time, Dawn.

She nodded at him.

Isaiah’s mocking laughter filled her head.

The way into my parlor is up a winding stair…

“So cliché,” she said, earning a strange look from Rhys. She answered him with a smile that felt unpleasant. “Go time,” she said, and eased the door open.

 

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You can find the complete Blood Canticles series, in reading order, at my blog here – http://naomiclarkwrites.blogspot.co.uk/p/blood-canticles.html

 

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About the Author

Naomi likes writing, perfume, fancy tea, and unfathomable monsters from the dark spaces between the stars, not necessarily in that order. She has been writing stories ever since she learned how to write, but is still trying to master the art of biography writing. When she’s not dealing with werewolves, demons, or sea monsters, she’s hanging out with her cat and probably watching a documentary about Bigfoot. If the cat isn’t available, she’s with her fiancé watching cookery shows and silently plotting her next book.

 
 

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“Would you be interested now?” #SexySnippet from THE AUDITION

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Happy Sunday! Here are seven lines from my current WIP, the dark erotic contemporary romance THE AUDITION.

 

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“You were interested in the boy,” Rico stated.

Jaden nodded.

“Are you still interested?”

“You mean…if I met him again?” He looked up. “It was many years ago.”

“No, now. If you met a cute boy, or man, now. Would you be interested?”

Jaden gave him a direct, intense gaze full of burning sincerity that went straight to Rico’s heart and shook him. He who didn’t have a heart!

“Yeah,” Jaden said with a slow nod and held Rico’s look, as if contemplating him, judging what he carried inside. “I would.”

Rico sucked in a breath and shifted in his seat. Something in him wanted to pursue the subject. That young gringo stirred feelings he hadn’t had in a long time. But he needed to restrain his pulses. “Okay. Another thing. Would you…um…fight to get what you want? Put yourself first? Demand respect?”

Like me when I’m out handling business.

“That’s…” Jaden’s voice broke. “That’s why I’m here, you know, to fight for what I want.”

 
 

Rico is inspired by this handsome model:

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Blurb:

Ricardo Ferrer, nicknamed “El Loco Rico”, is a ruthless drug lord aiming to poison America with cocaine to avenge the authorities’ mistreatment of his immigrant family. He launders his black money by investing in movie productions. As a teen, Rico learned to enjoy having his dick sucked in jail. Now a man of power, his favorite pastime is checking out new acting talent…and convincing them to blow him and the team of producers.

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

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Lost Faith by April Zyon

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LostFaithBannerAbout Lost Faith:

Gabriella Moreno was just a job, in and out to gain the objective, the death of her father. She turned out to be far more than that to Tobias Casey, however, from the moment he laid his hands on her too hot for words body.

Gabriella had just come home from a two-year stint abroad. The first night home she snuck out, never dreaming for even a moment anyone would be stupid enough to take her. Boy, was she wrong.

Faced with brutal truths, Gabbie followed her gut, and her heart, which, it seemed, all led to one place, Tobias. The heat of her homeland was nothing compared to the touch of this man. In his arms, she found something she had craved all her life, the other half of her soul.

Yet, how can she ignore the fact that the man who owns her heart is also the man who wants to take the last of her family?

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Teaser

Another day, another dollar. Only these days, Tobias and his team were getting paid a hell of a lot more than they had been in the military. Now they could set their own fees for doing the jobs that no one else wanted to do, or maybe couldn’t do, since they did on rare occasion work for their government’s shadier sectors. But there was no oversight, no backseat driving, and they paid big to get shit done.

Their current operation was one they’d been working on for nearly three weeks now with no success. The first week had been recon, getting oriented, and making sure they had their exits memorized for when they achieved their strike.

The only thing was, as they’d discovered during week two, the target they were after didn’t ever leave his super secure compound. Not that Tobias could blame the guy. Their target was a dictator, an arms dealer, a drug dealer, and a mass murderer. There were people worldwide hoping that Tobias’ team finally managed to do what no one else had to date.

Now it was week three and they were still watching the compound to figure out their way in. Or as Tobias was beginning to believe would be easier, how to get the asshole to come out. They’d tried forty different ways to infiltrate the compound. None had worked. Which actually made sense, given the target, Juan Moreno, or Senor X as they referred to him over com, had hired himself an ex-Special Forces soldier to be the head of his security. Tran Quan was American born but had ties to the Yakuza. Extra weight to be brought to bear should it be requested.

Taking a small drink from his canteen, Tobias ignored the sweat trickling down his spine. His attention was locked on a small group of vehicles approaching the compound. Binoculars up, he brought the lead car into focus and easily recognized one of Moreno’s drivers. His attention moving to the second car, he was surprised to see Quan in the front passenger seat. The man was normally glued to Moreno’s side so to see him out without Moreno… this was big.

“Ripper, we have four cars approaching the compound. I need to know who exits the second car once they stop inside. Get pictures.”

“Roger that, Rogue.”

Ripper and Cherry were up on the mountain using some seriously high-powered tools to stare down into the compound. Their position was treacherous since they were, literally, dangling off the face of that mountain. One wrong move and they’d be headed straight down toward death.

“They’re turning toward the gate now. Not stopping either, they’ve been waved right through,” Tobias reported. The gates slid shut but not before he spotted a slender leg wearing a dainty shoe at the end slipping out of the door being opened by a guard. Instantly, he felt his gut clench in need to see the body went with that limb.

A soft whistle came through the com. “Damn, she’s fucking hot. Think she’s banging senor X?” Herc asked.

“Too young for him, you oaf,” Cherry said.

“Like that would stop the old fucker. We all know he doesn’t care about age. One of the reasons why we’re here to see him shot,” Herc told her. “Personally, it’s my only reason to see his head explode under the impact of my bullet.”

“Cut the chatter. Tell me you have photos for everyone that came in those vehicles.”

“Confirmed,” Ripper said.

“Good, get your asses down from there. Scout will be here to relieve me soon, then we need to get back and review everything.” Tobias was hopeful that somewhere in those photos he might find a way to pull Moreno away from his security blanket.

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“It’s his daughter, Gabriella Moreno.” Rainer said. His words had everyone’s attention. Tobias couldn’t figure out who was more shocked. Turning in his seat Rainer shook his head. “I had to dig, and dig deep. The old man has her buried.”

“Makes sense,” Winston muttered. “She’s his Achilles.”

He was right. “We need to keep eyes on her. If we get the opportunity, she’ll be the one we grab. I have a feeling that even with all his enemies gunning for him, he’ll do anything to protect her.” All they had to do was get their hands on her and use her to bait Senor X.

Picking up the picture Rainer had printed out Tobias stared at it. It wasn’t a shot from the compound but one he’d pulled from social media. Gabriella had her head tipped back, laughing at something or someone. She looked carefree and totally at ease. Young, too.

The young woman was just over five foot three inches but those come fuck me heels made her closer to five feet seven, she was thin but not waiflike like so many of the women today. Her hair however, was a riot of auburn red curls that seemed to have a mind of their own, and she didn’t bother trying to tame them. Which said something about the woman herself. She might not have the largest breasts that he had seen in his life but hers seemed to work her body perfectly, like a perfect handful, that distracted him completely.

“We need everything on her from birth until the moment she went through those gates, Rainer. Leave no stone unturned. I think we’ve just found our hot button for daddy Moreno. We grab her and he’ll deliver himself right to us.”

“You sure you want to do that, boss?” Cherilyn asked. At his sharp look, she held up her hands. “I’m down with it, but even if she does leave the compound, you know she’ll have a taskforce worth of guards with her. No way is Moreno letting her out in this country without protection up the ass.”

“And we’ll be ready for that. Our best shot will be if she goes into the city. It’ll allow us to blend in and when the time’s right, grab her up.” At Cherilyn’s snort, Tobias turned a glare on her. “What?”

“Dude, no offense or nothing, but you do not blend.”

Rainer was shaking his head. “I have to agree with her, boss. You tend to stick out.”

“I can blend just fine, I’ll have you know.”

“You keep thinking that. In the meantime, I think I’ll update the other boys and we can add their hilarity to the vote count against you.” Cherilyn patted his chest, walked past, and promptly burst out in laughter.

“I can and will fire your ass,” Tobias called after her.

“No, you won’t,” she bellowed back.

No, he wouldn’t, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t think about it, in great detail.

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Winning the Campaign Manager by Lucy Felthouse

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Blurb:

Politics has never been so sexy!

Cade Avery is running for a position on his local county council. He’s extremely good at what he does and is a valuable asset to his community. The trouble is, he upsets people, says the wrong things, and rides rough-shod over other people’s plans and ideas. His assistant, Mary, eager to improve Cade’s public image, hires him a campaign manager.

Quentin Rayworth is thrilled to be working with such a formidable public figure. It’ll be a challenge, but he’s confident he can help Cade to win the election, and knows that the achievement will look impressive on his CV.

It’s soon clear that the two men are set to be an excellent team. That is, until Cade’s werewolf makes its intentions known—in Quentin, it has found its mate, and it will not rest until he has claimed him. But can Cade—and his wolf—win over the campaign manager?

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Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35581577-winning-the-campaign-manager

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Excerpt:

“You’ve done what?” Cade Avery yelled, fixing his long-time friend and colleague, Mary Summers, with a glare. He slammed his hands down on his desk, making a bunch of pens jump and rattle, and causing water to splash over the side of his glass. “Why the hell would you do such a thing?”

Mary, by now used to Cade’s temper and frequent outbursts, didn’t flinch. Standing firm on the other side of his desk, she calmly stated, “You heard me, Cade. I’ve appointed you a campaign manager. And as for the why, I think it’s pretty damn obvious.”

“Not to me,” he grumbled, snatching a handful of tissues from the box in his top drawer and swiping irritably at the liquid he’d spilled. “Seems like an unnecessary expense.”

With a heavy sigh, Mary replied, “Do you want to win this bloody election or not?”

“Yes, of course I do. What sort of a stupid question is that?”

“Well then, you need a campaign manager. The rest of the team and I already have enough on our plates. We can’t handle that side of things, too. Not to mention the fact that you really need someone with … expertise … in that department. Someone who can boost your public image, make you more likeable … you know, so people will actually vote for you.”

Screwing up the wad of soggy tissue and dumping it in the wastebasket beside him, Cade snapped his gaze to Mary. She stood, the ever-present iPad clutched against her chest, looking as determined and immovable as a five-feet-one, slim thirty-five-year-old was ever going to get.

He sat back in his chair and folded his arms. “What’s wrong with my public image?”

Rolling her eyes heavenward, her body tensing, Mary’s cool demeanor actually looked on the verge of cracking. Taking a deep breath and releasing it, she looked back at him. “Give me strength, Cade. Are you fucking serious?”

She may have used the deep breath and probably a considerable amount of willpower to dampen down her physical reaction to his question, but her actual words gave her true state of mind away. As a rule, the word “bloody” was as bad as it got for Mary. To have enticed a “fucking” out of her, and within the same conversation, no less, meant she was in real danger of losing her temper with him. And despite her diminutive frame and usually chilled-out personality—especially in comparison with his huge frame and fiery personality—when she did lose it, she was utterly terrifying. Possibly the fact that she rarely got angry was what made it so potent when she did. Mary’s ire could turn even the thickest-skinned person into a blubbering wreck.

“Mary,” he cooed, backtracking quickly, “come on, sit down. Why do you always insist on standing up in here?”

“Because, unless we’re having a meeting, I don’t generally need to stay long. I normally impart my information, you give your feedback, and we get on with our day.” She shifted restlessly and narrowed her eyes. “But today, it seems, you’re having a bit of a brain fart. Do I really need to spell it out for you?”

Raising his eyebrows at her increasing irritation, and wondering if there was something going on in her private life that was making her so touchy, he nodded. “Yes, I really think you do.”

A few seconds of silence passed, in which Mary again seemed to be getting a grip on her irritation. She finally said, “All right. But don’t forget; you asked for it.”

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Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller), The Persecution of the Wolves and Hiding in Plain Sight. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 160 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter and get a free eBook: http://www.subscribepage.com/lfnewsletter