Golden (The Pride of Panthers 1) by Allyson Young

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

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

  

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

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

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

 
 

Buy Links:

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

 
 

Excerpt:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

About the Author:

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

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

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

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

 

 

 

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

Congratulations to Elena Kincaid on your new release!


  

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

  

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

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

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

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

  
 

Buy links:

Amazon / Evernight / Bookstrand / Barnes & Noble

  
 

Excerpt:

“You’re firing me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re part of it now.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yes, please!

  
 

Author bio:

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

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

  
 

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

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Sheriff’s Wanton Virgin by Paige Warren

Congratulations to Paige Warren on your new release!


 

Now available in audiobook!

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Sheriff’s Wanton Virgin

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

About the book:

Jilly

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

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

Joshua

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

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

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

No cliffhanger, no cheating, dual POV, HEA

 

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

 

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

Also available at Amazon and iTunes

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About Author Paige Warren:

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

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

About Narrator Miranda Mendius:

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How long have you been together?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay, thanks.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, holy fucking shit.

 
 
Copyright @ 2018 Lea Bronsen

 
 

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

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

 
 

Links:

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

Add it to your shelf on Goodreads

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Chants to Perephone by Jennifer Macaire

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Chants to Persephone

by Jennifer Macaire

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘What does he want with Paul?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

Preorder now: getbook.at/Persephone

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He smiled and discreetly patted her butt.

Todd greeted her with a nod, face placid.

Where was Micaela? She scanned the first floor.

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

She sighed.

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

But business waited.

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

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

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

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

“Oh.”

“Can’t fuckin’ believe it.”

“Believe what?”

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

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

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

“I don’t know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s about what you saw last night.”

Copyright @ 2018 Lea Bronsen

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

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

Links:

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

Add it to your shelf on Goodreads

See photos that inspired me to write on Pinterest

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Thanks for stopping by!

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

 

A sex overdose #MWTease from High-Risk Fever

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

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

In this scene, we’re continuing where we left off last week. After watching the two bicyclists playing with each other during the night, Anne is having a weird dream.

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In her dream, hard cocks of all sizes, shapes, and colors proceeded before her eyes, as if on display in a store.

Confused, she looked around and found herself naked in a large, white-tiled bathroom with four men standing in a row under shower heads. Instead of water from the nozzles, rain fell through the open roof, enveloping her with icy liquid, clattering on the tiles. Hair dripping, the men stood with the pallor and apathy of mummies, shivering from the cold, water running down their faces, open mouths gasping for air like fish on land.

The lights went out with a terrifying bang. Her heart skipping a beat, she blinked. In the next second, she was kneeling on the same floor. The men stood in a circle around her, their erect cocks poking at her, some straight, some bending sideways. She stared in disbelief and took the nearest one in her hand, stroking it, before looking up to the guy’s face. Oh God, she recognized Todd’s bedazzling emerald eyes. Shocked, she let go of his cock and turned to the guy next to him. As she took his erection in her hand, she realized it was the one she’d previously seen in a mirror. Micaela’s. With a gasp, she dropped it and glanced at the next in the row. This one she knew well, her husband’s, with the familiar purplish color and protruding vein on the underside. She turned to look at the guy standing next to him, an elderly man with white pubic hair and a heavy belly, and Papa stared back, clear, blue eyes wide with shock!

Anne woke from her nightmare with a small cry of terror. For a frightening moment, she gasped, as if on the verge of drowning.

Darkness filled the room, though less black than before. Thin light from cracks in the wooden shutters made the furniture discernable. But the authorities hadn’t fixed the power yet. If they had, the ceiling lamp would be lit.

The storm still raged outside, shaking exposed treetops behind the house. Heavy rain hammered on the shutters, thrown there by gusts of wind.

Exhaustion grounded her to the mattress; she didn’t want to move a limb. Sleep hadn’t done her any good. The images from the dream had already faded, but she knew what was messing with her mind.

Too much sex in one day. I’ve had a sex overdose.

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

Copyright @ 2018 Lea Bronsen

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

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

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Shockingly exciting #MWTease from High-Risk Fever

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

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

In this scene, we’re continuing where we left off last week. After watching the two bicyclists playing with each other, Anne needs her own release…

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Thanks to the divinities, who surely were her accomplices tonight, the wood gave no more creaks.

Annee reached the landing and went back to the bedroom, feeling her way through the blackened hall. Except for the continuous rain on the rooftop, the entire house had quieted. Again, she laughed, unable to believe the scene she had witnessed while everyone else was asleep.

Unmistakably wet, the crotch of her sweatpants stuck to her pussy. She could only hope Brian wouldn’t wake when she joined him in bed and get the excellent idea of fucking her in the middle of the night.

Head buzzing, she reached the bedroom and found the bed. He lay on his side of the mattress, snoring peacefully.

She took off her sweatpants and left them in a bundle on the floor. Her cunt sizzled with need, impossible to resist. She moved a hand to her inner thighs and slid a couple of fingers inside her hot wetness. God, so warm, so ready. The two boys had worked her up good.

As she stood alone at the bedside in the dark, her fingers glided in and out, mimicking the slow strokes of an erect cock. Heat rushed through her like a strong wave of warm water washing over her on a sandy beach in the sun. She trembled, and her thighs clenched tight around her hand.

Stifling a gasp, she closed her eyes and knelt on the soft carpet. She had to finish this. Her arousal had built since Micaela so shamelessly kept his gloved hand on top of hers after she helped put his bike upright, his black, self-confident eyes sending her an open invitation. How bold, with her husband standing at her side!

The imaginary cock stroked faster. Another wave of heat, stronger, more ruthless, charged from the deepest part of her pussy and invaded her stomach. A low moan emitted from her throat, and she shut her mouth.

The need for more stimulation grew, delicious and painful at the same time. Her clit felt ablaze, demanded to be touched. Now.

She slid the other hand behind her ass, between the round cheeks and down to the fleshy folds of her cunt again, replacing the slick, working fingers. She moved the first hand toward her clit and, with the palm flat on the tiny bundle of nerves, circled and pressed in a steady rhythm.

Micaela standing nude and hard before her in the complete blackness of her bedroom while Brian came down the hall was shockingly exciting. But nothing beat the intense effects of the scene downstairs.

She imagined their two hard, glistening lengths playing with her now, one fucking her fast from behind and the other rubbing her clit with long, expert strokes.

That did it. Anne’s inner muscles spasmed around her fingers, sending warm juices along both hands. Intense delight rushed over her like fire, making her jerk back and forth. She held her breath and clenched her teeth for fear of waking Brian.

Oh God, Brian.

His soft snores filled the otherwise silent room.

Trembling, she blew out the air she’d held and concentrated on calming. She removed her hands, found the bundle of clothes on the floor, and dried her sticky fingers on the soft fabric of her sweatpants. Beads of sweat rolled between her breasts and down her spine while she waited out the aftermaths of her orgasm.

Her head spun as if she were drunk. She couldn’t place a thought next to another, but it was fine. All that was expected of the hostess now was to go to sleep. It had been a long day.

She got up and reached for the bed. The sheets had grown cold in her absence. She snuck underneath with the ease and grace of a cat.

Still, the mattress moved. Brian’s snoring stopped for a few seconds then picked up again.

She buried her heavy head in the pillow and took a deep, relaxing breath. Vivid memories of Micaela and Todd arousing each other bombarded her mind, but she didn’t have to wait long before sleep took over and brought her far away, to another world.

Copyright @ 2018 Lea Bronsen

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

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

Links:

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His Touch by Dulce Dennison

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Pyk never thought he’d find his destiny deep within the shadows of the dark forest.

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Pyk doesn’t fit in with the light Fae, no matter how hard he tries to conform to the ways of his people. He craves things, dark things, that no light Fae should ever think about, much less desire. At four hundred years old, he thinks he should have things figured out by now, not still be feel like he doesn’t belong. Until the day the dark forest calls to him…

Prince Llewellyn was banished from his home long ago, his deformities too much for even the dark Fae to handle. Nearly forgotten, he’s lived in isolation for five thousand years. Stories of the monstrous Fae prince have become fodder for nightmares to scare Fae children into obedience. But Llewellyn lives, and he’s lonely. When a light Fae comes to him, Llewellyn demands that Pyk bow and submit. He only means to keep Pyk long enough to ease the ache of being alone — he doesn’t count on falling in love.

When others want to destroy Pyk and use him to start a war with the light Fae, Llewellyn knows he must do everything he can to protect his mate, even if it means going home. Now that he’s found the perfect Fae to give in to his dark desires, he’s not letting him go.

WARNING: contains bondage, spanking, sex toys, anal sex, and a bit of darkness. If you don’t like over the top hot scenes between two sexy fae males that may melt your e-reader, then this book isn’t for you.

Purchase October 19th at Changeling Press

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CHARACTER INTERVIEW WITH PYK

Being a Light Fae, what was it like knowing you were different from the others? That your desires were… darker?

Pyk: To be honest, I always felt like I needed to hide who I was. I knew that no one would understand. Sex with others of my kind was all right, but I was never left satisfied. There was always something missing.

When you went into the dark forest and saw the prince for the first time, what did you think?

Pyk: Going into the forest made me a tad bit fearful, and yet I was compelled to go in there. I don’t think any force could have stopped me. The first time I saw the prince, he was wearing a beastly glamor with glowing eyes. I’m a little embarrassed to admit that I was attracted to him even then. The sheer power in his body made me crave things I knew only someone like him could give me.

What’s the most challenging thing about being with Prince Llewellyn?

Pyk: I don’t know that there’s anything challenging about being with him. Llewellyn demands obedience, and when I, shall we say deviate from the path, he’s only too happy to punish me. Is it wrong to admit that sometimes I misbehave in hopes that he’ll punish me?

Now that you’ve found the dark half to your light, what’s next?

Pyk: Well, I guess we’ll live happily-ever-after. That’s what I would like to happen anyway. I’m sure someone will come along and try to take the throne from Llewellyn, but they’ll fail. I’ve never met anyone more powerful, and he’s got to be the eldest fae alive. I foresee many days and nights tied to his bed as he gives me everything I’ve ever desired. (wink) I’ve never come as hard as I do when Llewellyn takes charge. He’s such a sexy beast.

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Magick swirled through the air as spells were thrown with arcs of color and light. Pyk scowled at the juvenile behavior as a puff of pink smacked him across the face, the magick settling over his skin leaving tingles in its wake. He shook it off before trudging across the field. Magick pelted him, making his temper spike with every spell. It was wasteful, and was going to draw the wrong kind of attention to their small gathering.

A breeze teased the tall grass and made the leaves rustle. His gaze was drawn to the dark forest, a place where monsters and evil lived. Even the bravest of souls who entered were never seen again. It was said that a beast lived in the forest. Eyes black as pitch, horns the color of brimstone, and a soul that was badly damaged. Young light fae were told to never enter the forest or the monster would eat them, bones and all.

Pyk was too old for such stories, but there was something sinister about the dark forest. Whispers reached his ears, a calling that was hard to ignore, as the voices beckoned him closer. He’d taken three steps toward the forest before he jolted back to awareness. Unease skittered down his spine, a feeling of dread overcoming him, as if he were being watched. Nothing moved from within the forest, and no animals made a sound. It was said that any creature who survived the dark forest became twisted and evil, like the monster who ruled over the territory that lay in shadows and mist.

A glance over his shoulder let him know that no one else was wary of being so close to so much danger. They laughed and played, acting as if they were ten and not two hundred. Part of him envied them. It had been so long since he’d felt carefree. When was the last time he’d played or had fun of any kind? They joked and called him an old man, but Pyk wondered if maybe he had aged before his time. He was only four hundred, still quite young, but being different from the others had given him more of a cynical view of the world. He knew if any of the light fae knew what he really desired, they would shun him.

The whispering grew stronger, drawing his attention back to the forest. Tendrils of black smoke danced and reached for him, pulling him closer. His heart thudded in his chest and his mind screamed for him to back away, and yet his feet carried him closer. The sounds of the laughing fae behind him dimmed as the whispers grew more insistent. The forest was closer than ever before, the darkness luring him in. A scent teased his nose, something rank and rancid. The stench of rotting flesh made him gag and he stumbled back a step.

A black, clawed hand reached from the darkness, wrapped around his wrist, and jerked him into the forest. Pyk stumbled and fell to his knees, the decaying leaves of the forest crumbling under his weight. His gaze lifted, following a pair of black leather boots, pants that molded to strong thighs and an impressive bulge, and a shirt as dark as the endless night sky. Despite the fear he felt, his cock responded to the pure strength in the male standing over him. Looking further up, all he saw was darkness where a face should have been, and the glow of red eyes. Horns curled toward the canopy, tipped with a silver metal.

He should run. Scream. Do something to get away, but there was a pull he couldn’t ignore. His cock throbbed in his pants, and he wondered what sort of spell the creature had cast over him. Other than the horns, claws, and strange face, he had the body of a fae. Stronger than most, broader perhaps. Beautiful. Pyk stared at the expanse of the creature’s chest and he wondered what it looked like under all the black clothing.

The claw-tipped fingers tightened on Pyk’s wrist and the creature began dragging him through the dark forest. Pyk stumbled to his feet and trailed after the figure, his magick sparking then fizzling at his fingertips. Fear pulsed through him combating his growing lust, and he reached down deep, trying to pull from the well of his magick to no avail. Either his fear was too great, or the creature held some sort of power over him.

Darkness closed in around them as twigs and leaves crunched under their feet. The air grew colder, and there was silence around them, as if even the twisted creatures who lived in the forest were afraid of whoever was holding him captive. As much as Pyk wished he was back in the field, he still felt that pull he couldn’t ignore. A mixture of curiosity and desire spiraled through him as he tried to study the figure hauling him through the forest.

A clearing came into view, and with it, a tall castle. Pyk would have frozen in place had the dark figure not been dragging him along. The gray stone structure reached toward the sky, shadows clinging to it, and vines climbing the sides. The massive doors opened as they approached, as if welcoming their master home, and Pyk wondered if his life was about to end. Being led to the evil being’s lair couldn’t be a good thing.

The stones under his feet absorbed the sounds of his boots as he crossed the threshold. As they trudged further into the castle, the doors behind them swung shut, just as soundlessly as they had opened. It was an eerie feeling, and Pyk couldn’t shake the sensation of his skin crawling. Magick swirled through the air, dark and heavy, its hands twisting and reaching for him. The mysterious creature led him further into the castle, the halls seeming to bend and move on their own. Another set of doors opened as they approached, and the creature dragged him further inside, climbing steps to a dais.

Pyk was released and nearly fell face-first onto the floor. He landed on his knees, and waited for his fate. The figure sprawled across a wooden throne, and with a wave of a clawed hand, light illuminated the room they had entered. As the warm glow bathed the creature, the shadows of his face cleared and Pyk was struck dumb by the most handsome fae he’d ever seen. The red eyes changed to a silvery gray, and as more of the creature’s cloaking spell cleared, Pyk realized he was looking at a dark fae.

Long, black hair cascaded over the fae’s shoulders, and slightly pointed ears peeked through the strands. The horns remained, and Pyk realized they weren’t part of the illusion. The fae’s hands really were tipped with claws, even though his fingers looked normal otherwise. Pyk had never heard of a fae surviving in the dark forest, and now instead of being afraid, he was intrigued. His gaze scanned the figure, and he bit his lip at the bulge that still pushed against the male’s pants. It seemed the desire he’d felt wasn’t one-sided.

“Who are you?” Pyk asked.

“Prince Llewellyn.”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

With an overactive imagination and a penchant for making up stories, was it any wonder Dulce Dennison decided to be an author? From cowboys to shapeshifters, she has a story for them all, but her passion lies in writing m/m romances. Dulce believes in love in all shapes and sizes, and that everyone deserves a happily-ever-after.

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Snarl (Esposito County Shifters 3) by Nicola Cameron

Congratulations to Nicola Cameron on your new release!


 

Can a lone wolf woo and win his very own kitty girl, or will he get turned into cougar chow?

Jack Hawthorne is an Alpha wolf shifter and former SEAL who lost the leadership of his pack while serving his country. Kate Chandler is a cougar shifter with no sense of smell and a deep-seated distrust of fated mates. When these two are thrown together at the Cougar Ridge Ski Resort in Esposito County, NM, Jack realizes that the sharp-witted, beautiful female is his heart’s mate. But her injury means she can’t smell the truth, and her father (and Jack’s former commanding officer) has made it clear that Kate is off limits.

Now, Jack has to convince Kate that they’re meant for each other, win her father’s approval, and get the local wolf pack to accept him. But as every SEAL knows, the only easy day was yesterday.

Excerpt available here.

  • Paranormal, Erotic Romance
  • Word Count: 30,000
  • Heat Level 4
  • Published By: Belaurient Press

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Reviews

Rated Five Stars. “Ms. Cameron did a wonderful job with Shifter Woods: Snarl and I’m eagerly awaiting the next installment in the series.”
– Amazon review


Where to Buy

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Excerpt

Kate arched her back, pressing a lace-encased breast against his hand. “I seem to remember you saying something about SEALs only needing one hand for bra hooks. Want to prove it?”

Jack’s grin could only be called predatory. He slid a hand under her spine, the pressure of her bra band easing as he undid the hooks. “Less than five seconds,” he said smugly. “That’s a new personal best.”

“I’m impressed.”

He rested his hand on her ribcage, thumb and index finger cupping the underside of her breast. “Oh, trust me, I can do more than that.” Bending down, he took the fabric of her bra in his teeth and tugged it loose, exposing her. “Woof,” he mumbled through the material before spitting it over the side of the bed.

She chortled. “You animal.”

“Guilty as charged. God, you’re gorgeous.”

Leaning down again, he ran the tip of his tongue over one dark pink peak, delicately flicking it. It hardened, the pleasure arrowing between her legs and making her inner muscles clench. “Ooooh.”

“You liked that?”

“Oh, yeah. Do it again.”

He did, licking and suckling while his fingers teased the other nipple, rolling it before giving it a soft pinch. She melted into a happy puddle under his talented attentions, feeling his own arousal growing as the ridge in his jeans pressed against her lower thigh. Sliding her fingers into his hair, she gently scratched his scalp before slipping down further and touching his ears. She heard/felt the rumble of pleasure as she ran a fingertip over the curve of one ear. “These are so cute. I bet your team nickname was Wolfman.”

He He let a nipple pop out of his mouth, the air cooling it quickly. “No bet. They’re round, but the cartilage never folded over completely so they look pointed from some angles.”

He She repeated her caress and was rewarded with a soft hiss. “They’re also sensitive.”

He “Yeah, they are—Kate.” Her name ended on a gasp as she traced the edge of the soft cartilage. “Baby, you keep doing that and I won’t be responsible for what happens.”

He “So don’t be. Give it all to me. I want it.”

He He leaned up, capturing her mouth in another of those lush, greedy kisses. “I’ll give it to you, everything you want,” he said against her lips. “But let me enjoy this, okay? I’ve been dreaming of you since the day I saw you.”
She made a wordless noise of agreement. He returned to her breasts, giving both her nipples the slightest teasing bite before kissing his way down her stomach, her navel, until he reached the waistband of her jeans. “Permission to take these off, ma’am?”

He She stroked his hair again, enjoying the softness of it. “Granted.”

He He made quick work of the button and fly zipper, sliding the tight denim down and stripping it off her legs. She was grateful she’d worn the matching panties to the bra, a pretty bikini style with lace around the edges. He sat back on his knees, licking his lips. “Fuck. Blue lace. That’s my favorite, baby.”

He She shifted one leg, opening her thighs in unmistakable invitation. “You haven’t even seen the best bit yet.”

He Even in the room’s dim light his smile glowed. “Anyone ever tell you you’re a cocktease, Ms. Chandler?”

He “Mm, it may have been mentioned once or twice.”

He He slid his fingers under the blue satin, sending a shiver of anticipation across her hips as he slowly pulled her panties down, tossing them to the floor alongside her bra and jeans. The coolness of the air chilled the hot, damp flesh between her legs, and she sucked in a shuddering breath when he ran his fingertips over her outer lips. Bringing his hand up, he sniffed it with delight. “Oh, yeah. You smell so good.”

He In any other situation the reminder of her disability would sting, but now all she could feel was a wriggling sort of glee. “What do I smell like?”

He He inhaled her essence on his fingers again. “Like salt mixed with something tangy and sweet. I’ll be honest, it’s making my mouth water.”

He She rubbed her foot along his side. “Well, if it smells that good…”

He Growling softly, he slid down between her thighs, wedging them open with his shoulders.

“Hmm, yummy” #MWTease from High-Risk Fever

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

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

In this scene, we’re continuing where we left off last week. Anne is caught watching the two bicyclists playing with each other…

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Curiosity gnawed at her. She needed to look, wanted to know for sure.

Inch by inch, she turned, careful not to make the step squeak again. She bent her knees to see underneath the ceiling and gazed at the guys on the couch.

Behind the dancing candlelight, Todd’s emerald eyes were wide and set on her.

Her heart jumped.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

She loathed it, loathed herself.

Meanwhile, Micaela’s head kept bobbing up and down in his lover’s lap, oblivious to her gaze.

Nausea tightened her stomach as she stared, holding Todd’s look. Sweat formed under her armpits, and cold droplets glided down her torso, meeting the waistband of her pants.

She couldn’t define what his steady, intelligent eyes were stating. In the dark, the flickering candle flame reflected his pupils, but he didn’t blink once. Maybe he just didn’t mind her seeing him getting sucked by another man.

She needed to leave.

The same moment she made up her mind to turn around, he threw his head against the back of the couch and closed his eyes. A long groan of pleasure escaped his parted lips. Arching his whole body, he grabbed a fistful of Micaela’s long, black hair and yanked backward.

The Italian gave a throaty chuckle, but didn’t stop. As if encouraged, he moved his hand from the base of Todd’s erection to beneath the waistband and inside his pants. Though she couldn’t see him, she knew he was cupping Todd’s balls and fondling them, all the while expertly working his lips and mouth on the hard cock.

Pulling harder at Micaela’s hair, Todd grimaced and began to groan in rhythm.

His imminent release transfixed her. Heat filled her lower stomach. Jesus. She swayed on the stairs and leaned against the wall to steady herself.

Micaela brought his other hand to Todd’s engorged cock. With a playful grin, he withdrew his mouth and kept it open above the tip while giving it short, vigorous strokes.

A few more seconds of pumping, and then came his reward. Todd pressed his hips upward with a growl, and long rushes of thick white liquid ejaculated from his cock into Micaela’s open mouth. As he swallowed, more semen ran down alongside the cock’s head and over his fingers, glistening in the candlelight.

Growling a last time, Todd let go of his lover’s hair and covered his grimacing face with trembling hands. “Oh my fucking God.” He breathed hard.

Indeed. Anne took a deep breath as well and shook her head. Having never witnessed anything like this, she didn’t know what to make of it. Of course, growing up, she’d seen porn magazines that boys secretly brought to school and drooled over behind the building. But these were always photos of naked men and women in all kinds of sex positions, never two men.

Micaela stuck his tongue out and licked the semen spilling down the tip of Todd’s cock and over his hand. Grinning, he glanced up, tossed back his long, black hair, and pulled Todd’s palms away from his face.

Todd opened his eyes and greeted his lover with a feverish look. He leaned forward to kiss him, and they shared new lustful moans.

When they separated, Todd gave his partner a smoldering smile. “Hmm, yummy. Thanks.” He didn’t look at Anne once, seemed to have forgotten she was watching them.

“Your turn.” Micaela spoke in a low, teasing voice.

“Uh-huh.” Todd brought a hand down to his partner’s pants and pulled out a rock-hard cock, pre-cum already spilling from the tip.

Oh mon Dieu.

The situation was getting crazier by the minute. If she stayed any longer, her pussy would begin to leak. She pictured herself leaving a wet stain on the stairs. Ha ha, wouldn’t that be something to explain in the morning!

Enough. She shook herself from the scene and stood. Her inner thighs on fire, she turned and walked up the stairs with the clumsiness of a zombie.

    

Copyright @ 2018 Lea Bronsen

   

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

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

   

Links:

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

Add it to your shelf on Goodreads

See photos that inspired me to write on Pinterest

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Healing his Medic (The Protectors #1) by Nana Prah

Congratulations to Nana Prah on your new release!


 

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Title: Healing His Medic

Author: Nana Prah

Publisher: Love Africa Press

Series: The Protectors #1

Genre: Contemporary Romance, Romantic Suspense. Military Romance

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Doctor Comfort Djan is looking for salvation after a tragic accident, which takes her to deprived regions where her skills heal the helpless. Until Fate thrusts her as a medic on board a West African military coastal protection ship. Proving herself to the male-only crew is nothing compared to being near one intense naval officer who has her feeling something other than her survivor’s guilt.

Commander Akin Solarin wants nothing more than to do his job, especially when his medic’s temporary replacement turns out to be a disconcerting woman who pushes all his buttons. He runs a tight ship, and doesn’t need captivating and efficient yet aloof Comfort around to keep his heart-rate in semi-permanent overdrive.

Neither can deny the attraction between them, but navigating uncharted personal waters may be the least of their problems when confronted with bold pirate attacks and other vicious unknown dangers onboard the frigate. And when Comfort’s life gets on the line, Akin knows he will do anything to save his medic and heal her battered heart in the process.

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Akin and Comfort hadn’t spoken since his gruff greeting when he’d had escorted her to the dining hall after work. Not a word during the meal. And yet giddiness threatened to make Comfort giggle for no damn reason when they reached the deck. What was it about Akin that being with him made her feel alive? He was a man, nothing more or less. A big brutish one who commanded with fierce determination and knew how to push her buttons. Yet he’d also shown an empathetic and gentle side. At least toward her, she doubted his men ever saw that aspect of him.

She tipped her back and rotated. “There are so many stars in the sky?”

He caught her by the shoulders when she stumbled. The warmth from his large hands didn’t linger long enough before he pulled them away.

“This is far enough. Don’t get close to the rail.” His deep voice sounded near her ear, sending tingles down her neck. “We don’t want to lose you to the sea. The presence of no lights other than from us, means we can see more stars.”

Glimmering lights overtook the midnight blue dome she normal noticed when she made an effort to observe the night sky. This was different. Even the moon had its own gloriousness. She’d never seen anything more stunning in her life.

She blinked back the burn of tears as she angled her shoulders to look up at him.

Bending his knees he came closer to eye level with a deep grove between his eyes. “What’s wrong, princess?”

Her stomach flipped at the endearment. Clearing her eyes, she swiped the back of her hand at the moisture which had escaped. “It’s so damn beautiful.”

Rising to his full height he nodded. “It certainly is. The combined vastness of the sea and sky makes you realize how insignificant we really are.”

She stared upward. This time she backed into his chest and leaned on the strength he provided. His warmth seeped into her and she never wanted to leave the sanctuary of his body. When had she ever felt so safe? So connected? They stayed glued together even when a guard patrolled past.

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Didn’t mind her voyeurism #SexySnippets from High-Risk Fever

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

I’m seizing the oppo to send warm hugs and positive thoughts to the organizer of our weekly snippets, the lovely Doris O’Connor, who is currently having health issues. We are many, many to hope you’ll be back with us soon, doll! ❤

Today, I give you a sexy snippet from my ménage erotica HIGH-RISK FEVER, which re-released recently with a new hot cover and an additional chapter. 

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Anne couldn’t define what Todd’s steady, intelligent eyes were stating. In the dark, the flickering candle flame reflected his pupils, but he didn’t blink once. Maybe he just didn’t mind her seeing him getting sucked by another man.

She needed to leave.

The same moment she made up her mind to turn around, he threw his head against the back of the couch and closed his eyes. A long groan of pleasure escaped his parted lips. Arching his whole body, he grabbed a fistful of Micaela’s long, black hair and yanked backward.

     

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

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

    
 

Links:

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

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A strictly private moment #MWTease from High-Risk Fever

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

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

In this scene, we’re continuing where we left off last week. Hearing strange noises in the living room, Anne has snuck down the stairs and discovered the two bicyclists being very busy with each other…

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The truth hit Anne like a slap in the face. So that explained Todd’s hostile behavior in the kitchen, when she was talking to his lover, apparently. He thought Micaela was hitting on her!

Well, he had been.

An array of contradictory feelings assaulted her. She closed her eyes and sat on the stair. This was voyeurism, secretly witnessing two people’s intimacy. Jealousy and deceit, too, as a little earlier, she was the one Micaela attempted to seduce. That, and shock, because she had never before seen two men—

Low moans made her open her eyes again.

The guys were sharing wet, open-mouthed kisses, and fondling each other’s chests and stomachs beneath the pullovers.

Whispering something into Micaela’s ear, Todd snuck a hand down to his own pants, leaned back, and pulled out his fully erect cock.

Oh, God.

Anne stared in disbelief. This was getting seriously pornographic!

Smiling, Micaela moved a hand to Todd’s huge erection, grabbed it at the base, and leaned forward until close enough to touch its head with his half-open lips. His long, black locks slid down his shoulders, glowing in the soft light.

With a guttural sound of excitement, Todd closed his eyes, moved his hand to the other man’s shoulder, and stroked him.

Micaela opened his mouth and licked the tip of the thick shaft, letting his tongue glide around in playful circles before taking the length deep into his throat.

In response, Todd threw his blond head back against the couch, arched eager hips to meet Micaela’s sucking, and groaned. “Oh fuck, man.” He laughed.

Paralyzed, Anne blinked before shaking from her daze. She couldn’t watch this strictly private moment between two other people. Besides, at any moment, Todd could open his eyes and notice her sitting on the stairs. Then, what?

Encouraging his lover with his hand, Todd laughed again, and gasped.

All right, let’s get out of here.

Careful not to make any abrupt movements, she stood and retreated up the wooden steps, holding her breath—but the next stair gave a small, treacherous creak under her weight.

Oh, no.

The sound sent icy fear through her from top to toe, and the hair on her neck stood. She imagined the clank echoing between walls in the darkened living room. Frozen, she held her breath and tried to detect any sound above the heavy rain hitting the asphalt outside. A voice, a gasp of shock, something.

But, no, complete silence lingered behind her.

Maybe they hadn’t heard the noise, and she could walk up the stairs pretending nothing had happened. Or….

Curiosity gnawed at her. She needed to look, wanted to know for sure.

Inch by inch, she turned, careful not to make the step squeak again. She bent her knees to see underneath the ceiling and gazed at the guys on the couch.

Behind the dancing candlelight, Todd’s emerald eyes were wide and set on her.

Her heart jumped.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

 

Copyright @ 2018 Lea Bronsen

 

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

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

 

Links:

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

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Hidden Cargo (Alien Captors 2) by Sarah Marsh

Congratulations to Sarah Marsh on your new release!


  

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No good deed goes unpunished—or at least it doesn’t for Cassie Decker. Stopping to help someone on the side of the road was the decision that changed the rest of her life, and the one that found her stranded on an alien planet. Lucky for her, she was discovered by two very large, and very green rescuers that offered her a second chance at a new life. All she has to do is find the courage to reach out and grab it.

Deryc and Gage have a comfortable life on the island of Ilya, it may not be perfect, but they enjoy their work and they have each other. When fate reveals an unauthorized female has been hiding right under their noses for over a year, they know they must do their duty to bring her to their government—but can they hand her over to an unknown future when she just might be the perfect female for their clan?

The Goddess works in mysterious ways, but will Cassie and her officers realize what they have found before someone tries to alter their paths forever?

  
 

Purchase Links:

Evernight Publishing / Amazon / Bookstrand / B&N / Kobo / Smashwords / Itunes

 
 

Excerpt:

Cassie washed up and changed into a nightgown as Dax settled comfortably at the foot of her bed. She turned out the light and walked over to open a window, letting the fresh air in. She’d always loved falling asleep to the sound of the ocean. Two deep voices entered on the breeze along with the sounds of the surf, causing a shiver to run up her spine, and she realized that Deryc and Gage must still be on the patio enjoying the evening. Cassie sat on the window ledge and waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness outside. When they did, the sight before her was nothing short of decadent.

Both men were lounging on one of the large patio chairs. Deryc’s arm was around Gage’s shoulder, and his other hand cupped the other man’s cheek as he took his mouth in a slow and sensual kiss. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched Gage’s hand move leisurely up his partner’s thigh until he rubbed along the thick, hard ridge of Deryc’s arousal.

I shouldn’t be watching this, like some kind of pervert… I’m invading their privacy, but holy hell, I think this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

Knowing it was wrong and willing her eyes to close were two very different things, and Cassie had to bite her lip as Deryc’s deep voice came to her on the night breeze.

“I believe you owe me a proper show of gratitude, my mate.” Deryc growled as Gage’s fingers freed the thick cock from the confines of his partner’s pants. “Or did you forget you promised me that this morning?”

“Hmm.” Gage lazily kissed along Deryc’s jaw, his hand now slowly stroking up and down his lover’s cock. “Did I say that? I can’t remember now…”

Deryc’s response was immediate, and it made Cassie gasp as he pulled away and moved to cover the other man until Gage’s wrists were held above his head in each of his strong hands, and Deryc was now straddling his mate’s hips. In the moonlight, Cassie could see his cock jutting straight from his body, the thick length an even darker shade of grey than the rest of him. He towered over Gage like an avenging god.

“Keep your arms above your head, boy.” Deryc’s tone was unforgiving now, and by the look of the large bulge in Gage’s own pants, he enjoyed this game of dominance as much as his mate did. Cassie had never experimented with any BDSM play with Peter, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t thought or fantasized about it before, and now that she had a front-row seat, her body flooded with heat at the idea of being on the submissive end of Deryc’s firm authority just like Gage was now.

Deryc’s hands released Gage and began to undress, revealing his muscular body, the dark skin seeming to almost sparkle in the moonlight. Then he began the same process of removing Gage’s clothing, and the other man bit his lip, but left his arms where they were.

“Cassie could still be awake.” Gage’s words turned into a groan as Deryc’s hand now closed around his shaft, rubbing a glistening bead of moisture over the plump head. “What if she sees?”

“Mmm, think about that, my love.” Deryc’s hand moved faster on his lover’s flesh. “Just imagine those stunning blue eyes, her gaze roving over your hard and aching flesh like a caress. Perhaps she would like to join us even? I see now why you were so enamored with her when you first spotted her. She is quite remarkable.”

Gage only moaned louder at Deryc’s words, his hips pushing harder into the other man’s grip, causing a warm chuckle to escape his mate’s lips. “I see how much you like that idea, love. I can feel your cock buck in my grip as if it were trying to get inside of her even now.”

Holy fuck! Were they fantasizing about her? This time Cassie couldn’t stifle the groan as her pussy flooded at the idea of being out there on that couch with them, and it was so loud she startled herself, jumping back from the window in case her hosts heard it as well.

She needed that shock back to reality. “Jesus, Cassie, what is wrong with you?”

She didn’t want to think she was the kind of person who couldn’t control her own urges, but the fact that she hadn’t been able to help herself from watching Gage and Deryc’s intimate display meant they had much more power over her than she’d thought. Good grief, all she could hope for at this point is that they hadn’t heard her at all.

Pervy, sex-starved human … table for one, please.

   

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Sarah Marsh was born in British Columbia, she’s only recently began her writing career finding it the perfect outlet for taking the edge off a nine to five job. She’s a science fiction and romance junkie and when her imagination started to take the characters she’d read about even further in their adventures she decided to try writing something of her own.

Her biggest weaknesses are animals of any kind…she even loves the ones that wake you up at four in the morning because they can almost see the bottom of their food dish. When it comes to life in general she’s a big believer that laughter is the best medicine and that there’s no such thing as too much love, which is why she’s such a sucker for a happy ending.

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An unmistakable moan #MWTease from High-Risk Fever

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

This week’s tease comes from my erotic GLBT ménage HIGH-RISK FEVER, which was re-released on Monday with an additional chapter ❤

In this scene, we’re continuing where we left off last week. Anne is trying to recoup from the night’s ordeal, but… are things really settled? 

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She was exhausted. And, damn, how thirst scratched at her throat. She should have had a glass of water before going to bed.

She slid out of the sheets with one ear focused on Brian’s regular snoring. Holding her breath, careful to not make the mattress move, she crept out of bed, centimeter by centimeter, until both feet stood on the soft, woolen carpet.

She paused. What if she woke the bicyclists in the living room?

No, she knew the house inside out and wouldn’t make a sound. It wasn’t the first time she’d tiptoed through the place at night.

Blinded by the dark, she felt around for clothes. Cool air from the badly sealed window brushed her naked skin. Outside, the heavy rain clattered on.

She found a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt and put them on. Opening the bedroom door, she slipped into the blackened hall, her naked feet treading on cold floorboards. Like Brian a half-hour earlier, she put her hands on the paneled wall to let it guide her.

The four other rooms were quiet. At the end of the hall, dim light from the first floor illuminated in the stairs…and the acrid scent of burning candle drifted to her nostrils, together with the sour-sweet sharpness of alcohol. How odd. Had the bicyclists been drinking?

She reached the staircase. Low chuckles from below made her heart skip a beat. She froze and held her breath. Apparently, they weren’t asleep yet.

Should she continue? That wouldn’t be very smart, would it? Then again, she didn’t want to drink the lukewarm, copper-tasting water from the sink in the bathroom.

An unmistakable moan came next, barely audible above the heavy rain.

Oh.

Unable to resist her curiosity, she crept down the first wooden step, placing her fingertips on the narrow walls at her sides for balance. At the bottom, human shadows moved with the grace of dancers on the nearest wall.

Confident she was invisible in her dark corner of the living room, she silently descended the stairs one after the other with steps as soft as cat paws. At the bottom, she bent her head to see the scene unfolding at the other side.

Atop the coffee table, a white candle burned next to a bottle and a glass, creating a romantic atmosphere. Behind the swirling flame, the two young bicyclists sat close together on the bordeaux couch, dressed in pullovers and sweatpants, entangled. Gentle candlelight caressed their smiling faces as they stared into each other’s eyes, murmuring words Anne couldn’t hear, and… uh… kissing.

 

Copyright @ 2018 Lea Bronsen

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

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

 

Links:

Get the book on Amazon.com, Amazon.ukBarnes & Noble, Kobo, and iBooks

Add it to your shelf on Goodreads

See photos that inspired me to write on Pinterest

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Warrior (Forgotten Rebels 4) by Beth D. Carter

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Hello! Thank you so much for having me on your site today to talk about my release, Warrior. This is book four in the Forgotten Rebels MC, and I’m not sure if it will be the last or not. I’ve got a few projects lined up for 2019, and one of those include a character from this book. That being said, this story was one of my favorites to write.  The heroine, Church, has a dark background, so I used humor to offset her anger and bitterness. And because I have a dry sense of humor (my fiancé calls me the Abbott to his Costello), I really enjoyed all the one-liners I was able to put in.  I really hope you enjoy reading Warrior as much as I enjoyed writing it!

What was the inspiration behind Warrior?

Church was a twin and her sister’s story was showcased in the third book, Take Aim and Reload, so obviously there was that inspiration. When I introduced her character in the first book, I was fascinated with the different dynamics between her and her sister. They’re twins and yet complete opposites. I wanted to do her story justice and I think I accomplished that.

What is the funniest line in the book?

Wow, just one? Okay, the funniest line has to be from one of the characters named Joe-Joe. He’s the humor that offsets the darkness in Church’s past.  One of his best lines is:

“Everything is push button now.  The phone.  The lap top.  Even my damn penis pump is a push button.”

What’s coming next for you as an author?

There is a major character in Warrior who is screaming for his own story, so that’s my next WIP. After that I plan to write a paranormal ménage.

      

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Although Church is a twin, she’s always felt isolated from her sister, Cherry.  Taking over the mechanic garage across the street from The Forgotten Rebels MC ensures that she’s never alone, even though her haunted past makes it difficult for her to trust another person.

Darrell McBryde lost his leg on active duty, changing not only his life but his mind on the clubs drug running business. Taking a stance against it, however, has put him at odds with the other members. In a world he once knew, suddenly he’s a stranger.

Both outcasts, Church and Darrell forge a tight friendship, one that eventually shifts into something deeper. But just as she’s about to reach out to take a chance, tragedy strikes, testing Church’s faith that love and happiness are hers for the taking.

      

Buy link:

Evernight Publishing

     
 

Excerpt:

He couldn’t run or hide, all he knew was he’d spend his last breath defending the woman under him.  And if the enemy came at them, he’d be the first one to end her life in an last ditch effort to spare her the agony and humiliation that the fucking terrorists would inflict.

“Darrell!” she screamed.

He tightened his hold.

“Darrell! It’s okay! We’re safe.  We are both safe.  Please, come back to me, Darrell. Open your eyes.”

Slowly, her words penetrated through the blackened upheaval his mind had trapped him in, the fog hesitantly lifting. He blinked and her face came into focus. The desert faded from the peripheral of his vision until her concerned blue eyes became the center point of his world.

“You’re safe, Darrell,” she murmured, cupping his cheek.  “We’re both safe.”

He took a deep breath and eased the death-grip he had on her arms.  It was only then that he realized he lay half on her, and that he squished her body into the corner of the driver’s seat.

“Jesus,” he muttered, immediately letting go.  He pushed back, horrified to see red marks on her arms where he’d held her.  “I…I…oh fuck. I’m so sorry.”

She shook her head. “Nothing to be sorry about. You were protecting me, weren’t you? From the insurgents.”

Jerkily, he nodded his head and ran a hand over his face.  He shook, not from fear, but from the nightmare that still lingered in his mind.

“A tire blew,” she continued. “That’s all.”

He looked out the window and saw they were on the shoulder of Highway Sixty.  “Tires don’t blow without a reason.”

“I know,” she said.  “I think I hit a large rock.”

Doubt lingered with him, but his emotions were too fucked up for him to think clearly.  “I would never hurt you, Church.”

“I know. You didn’t hurt me, Darrell. I get the difference. Believe me, I do know how to tell between the two.”

“Fuck.”

He cradled his head with his hands and slumped over. He hadn’t had a nightmare or a reaction this strong in quite a while.  In fact, he thought he’d moved past the fear of loud noises. His shrink had certainly thought so. What the hell was he supposed to do now?

“It’s okay, Darrell,” she said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I’ve got your back, too.”

He took the moment to not only get a grip on his erratic thoughts and heartbeat, but to savor Church’s brand of comfort. Her touching him was a big deal, and he knew that.  He may not know the reason why she shunned the touch of another, but at the moment, he didn’t care. The place where her hand rested caused a bolt of lightning to shoot straight to his groin, proving that his dick definitely wasn’t broken. He knew he’d always had a reaction to her nearness, but he had never anticipated such a visceral response. He shifted, uncomfortable with the thought that he couldn’t keep his cock under control, and unfortunately his shifting caused her hand to lower away from his shoulder.

     
 

About Beth:

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I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate high-rollers.  I try to write characters who aren’t cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box.  I love writing characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through love.

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In a Flash (Cover Model book 1) by Laura M. Baird

Congratulations to Laura M. Baird on your new release!


 

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Audri secretly crushes on cover model, Carson. When an impromptu photo shoot puts her in his arms, she’ll learn she’d not the only one harboring desires. But with pain from the past and obstacles put in their way, can they break down barriers and learn to trust… to love?

 
 

Buy links:

Evernight Publishing / Amazon

 

Excerpt:

“Audri, same as before,” Jesse called out while fussing with the lighting. “Carson, against the desk, Audri, step up to him.”

Audri turned away from Carson, growing more uncomfortable by the second. “Jesse, is this really necessary? Get Tasha in here to do the job. That’s why she’s here.” She was ready to be done. Truth be told, she was afraid of sweating bullets and embarrassing herself.

Just as she was about to walk away, Carson spoke, causing her to whip her head back around and stare at him.

“C’mon, cupcake, I know you’re ready for this.”

Calling out that nickname would normally piss her off, but his wicked grin and the low rumble of his voice only caused her belly to tumble with delight. As he rested casually against the desk, ankles crossed and hands folded together in front of him, his grin changed into a seductive invitation. He seemed to be daring her, challenging her to indeed step up and finish this session with him. Never one to back down from a challenge, she summoned her courage and gave him a saucy smile.

Fine! I can do this. I’ll show him.

She raked her gaze over his torso where his white dress shirt protested across his impressive chest and wide shoulders, pushing the limits of how far the material could be stretched. Her fingers itched to smooth out the creases, or better yet, undo every last button and free him from the garment. Oh, to have her hands on his glorious skin. She had to clench her fists at her sides as she took a fortifying breath to center herself.

Audri’s gaze ventured back to his eyes as she slowly sauntered toward him, over-emphasizing the sway in her hips. She never broke eye contact and was pleased to see a flash of shock register on his face. What she witnessed next nearly had her tripping in her heals.

Was that desire on his face? Desire? Impossible!

Audri’s pulse raced as she watched his eyes question, almost begging, pleading for her to come to him. He sat up straighter as he uncrossed his legs, planting his feet on the ground while his hands gripped the edge of the desk. Her careful steps led her closer and closer as she tried to push aside the uncertainty of her actions. She wanted him to see she wasn’t intimidated by him—no matter how much she really was intimidated by him.

All else around her faded away as Audri focused on Carson, feeling like David facing off with Goliath. Even with him in his seated position, his imposing form still seemed to tower over her. She tried not to let that bother her in the least as she stepped right up between his legs, bringing her body within inches of his. Still keeping his gaze, she was rewarded with another hint of surprise before his stare smoldered. Audri swore she could feel the heat radiating off his body, and suddenly she didn’t miss her sweater so much.

She boldly reached out to place her hands behind Carson’s head, her nails lightly scraping his neck, wishing she could release the strands of his lush hair from its confines. She could’ve sworn she felt a shudder roll through him as he closed his eyes and released a shaky breath. When he opened his eyes and smiled, sweet and warm, the heat she now felt threatened to melt her into a puddle of goo.

Ever so slowly, as if not to spook her, Carson brought an arm around her waist while his other hand slowly trailed across her outer arm and down her side. His fingers danced tenderly across her exposed flesh, his touch eliciting tiny shivers as it simultaneously fired her up. The arm snuggling her waist felt like a branding iron, leaving its mark of unrelenting fiery heat. Her entire body began to burn as he pulled her impossibly closer, his powerful thighs encasing her hips and the smooth silk of his shirt grazing her exposed cleavage.

As their breaths increased, mingled, Audri was certain she could hear the frantic beat of their hearts pounding in sync. She splayed her fingers around Carson’s neck, kneading his flesh, feeling the tense muscles slowly relaxing beneath her touch. Focusing on the steady caress of his hands on her back, she couldn’t look away from the softness in his eyes.

She licked her lips, suddenly parched, wishing she could steal the moisture from his mouth with a kiss. And when his gaze shifted to her lips then back to her eyes, maybe he thought the same as he mimicked her move, swiping his tongue across his plump lower lip.

Audri disguised her groan with a remark she knew sounded much too needy.

“Are you ready for this?”

  

About the author:

An avid reader, Laura has turned her love of words and stories into writing while working as a dental hygienist. She resides in the Pacific Northwest, and when not writing or reading, she’s being goofy with her hubby and cheering on college football. Learn more at https://www.laurambairdauthor.com

Bang, the light went out #MWTease from High-Risk Fever

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

This week’s tease comes from my erotic GLBT ménage HIGH-RISK FEVER, which is up for re-release on October 1st with an additional chapter ❤ In this scene, we're continuing where we left off last week. Anne was getting the wet Italians some dry clothes when a boom of thunder cut the lights and she's alone in the dark with an aroused stranger.

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Micaela, get away from me!

Anne’s throat tightened. She needed to make him get back. She clenched her sweaty fists and searched the nothingness for some idea of how to make him move.

Todd’s third cry from the end of the hall came in the nick of time.

She bit her lip. “I think Todd needs help.”

“I know. Where’s his friend?” Brian stood close in the hall.

She almost jumped. Her heart in her throat, she turned toward him, but couldn’t see the outline of his big body in the dark. “Uh, I don’t know.” She blushed as she pictured Micaela’s smirk in front of her. “Maybe he’s gone downstairs.”

“Don’t you worry, sweetie. I’m gonna go find the flashlights at the top of the stairs and help Todd outta the bathroom.”

“Y-yes, you do that.” She nodded again, swallowed. “I’ll wait in bed.”

“Okay, baby. Be safe and warm. I’ll take care of everything and be right back.” The sound of footsteps and fingers grazing wood diminished as he left. “Ugh, I gotta check on the other guests, too.” A knock on wood across the hall. “Hey, in there. It’s just the power. Stay put, okay?”

A muffled response.

Anne sucked in a breath of relief and tried to still her galloping heart.

Todd called again, in the distance, impatient. Brian replied he was on his way before knocking on three more doors.

The warm breathing to her left came closer. Not knowing what to anticipate, she turned to the invisible presence.

A loud bang detonated somewhere over the village. She counted the seconds until the lightning strike. One, two. A sudden flash of white snuck in between the shutters, enough to reveal the side of Micaela’s face and his curving lips.

Blackness took over again. Anne blinked, regretting the new loss of sight.

Cold fingers reached out of the void and found her shoulders. She gasped and stepped backward, bumping into hard, horizontal bars—the shelves in the open closet.

He followed her. Goose bumps grew on her skin as his large hands slid down her arms, molding around her elbows. With mild force, he tugged at her wrists, pulling her hands away from her breasts.

She tried to resist, but he was stronger.

Brian called from the bottom of the hall. “Found the flashlights!”

Shit. Stuck against the shelf, pinned by another man, she would be revealed as a cheater! It didn’t help that the responsibility was Micaela’s.

A small click reached her ears, and in her peripheral vision, a tiny ray of light danced in the dark of the hallway before steadying. In the next moment, a door opened at the end of the hall, and Brian’s low voice sounded through the wall separating them.

Her chest constricted. Again, she tried to pull her hands to her, but instead of letting go, Micaela closed the distance between them. His hard cock brushed against her.

Oh God. Delicious heat rushed from her inner thighs, spreading through her stomach. Need competed with fear, pushed aside reason. Bent on betrayal, her hips shot forward, pressing against him, but it was wrong. She shouldn’t allow this. “Don’t. Please.”

Todd’s voice sounded again, nearer, calmer, probably thanking Brian.

Piercing the dense blackness to her right, two white rays appeared, crossing each other like tiny laser beams in the night.

Micaela stepped back and released her wrists.

She gasped with relief. They would not be discovered.

The soft rustling of fabric indicated he put on the bathrobe, and quick breaths revealed his hurry.

Without a word, Anne pushed away from the closet, stepping sideways to avoid bumping into him—and possibly his hard cock again—and moved toward the large double bed.

The same moment she lay down on the mattress and pulled the cold sheets over her naked body, Micaela’s cheerful, innocent voice sounded in the hall, greeting the two other men. “You okay?”

“Yeah, fuck.” Todd sighed. “I can’t believe this shit.”

“Me neither. We didn’t have time to get clothes before bang, the light went out.”

Brian cleared his throat. “All right, guys, let’s find you something to wear.”

The light beams zigzagged nearer.

 

Copyright @ 2018 Lea Bronsen

 

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

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

 

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To Live and Love by LM Spangler

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Can he show her the world like she’s never seen it before?
Melanie “Mel” Caldwell has everything she could want, except for one thing—a life outside her house. An incident that occurred when she was four years old left her an agoraphobic—a prisoner within the sanctuary of her home. Besides her sister, she finds companionship in the form of handsome delivery man Justin Eberley.
The woman of Justin’s dreams won’t even leave her house, but that does little to tamper his feelings toward her. He finds himself wanting to deliver more and more packages to her house and help her break down the walls she’s built around herself. When she invites him over for a home-cooked meal, he jumps at the opportunity to spend more time with her, although he’s fully aware that any relationship between them will come with its own unique set of challenges.
One night will change both of their lives. Will they find love in the first blooms of spring, or will they let their love slip away?

Excerpt:

“She’s not well.”
“What do you mean? Does she have cancer or something?”
“No. Agoraphobia.”
“Agora-what? Can you say that in plain English?”
Sam laughed. “She fears leaving her home. Mel hasn’t been out of the house in many, many years. You’ll be delivering a lot of packages to her as I believe she shops exclusively online.”
“Really? I can’t imagine never leaving my house. How does one survive a life like that?” Justin removed his hat and rubbed a hand over his buzz cut hair. “It shouldn’t be humanly possible.”
“Trust me, it is. She’s a remarkable woman though considering. Mel is lively and quick to laugh or smile. You wouldn’t think she was afflicted with such a serious problem. Just don’t ask Mel to leave her front porch, because it’ll never happen.”
Justin shook his head sadly, completely unable to fathom how anyone could live like that. Sure, he hung around his apartment a lot, but he also went out for drinks with his buddies whenever the opportunity arose, went to work every day, and lived his life. He couldn’t imagine what this woman did as living.
“Buck up, Eberley. She’s a good woman. You’ll like her,” Sam said.
“Sure I will.” Justin didn’t bother to hide the sarcasm in his voice. How could he like a woman who was too afraid of the outside world to even leave her house? In his opinion, that was the cowardly way to do things.
Sam’s deep laughter boomed around the delivery truck. “You’d be surprised. That’s all I’m going to say.”
“Ooookaaay,” Justin replied skeptically. Seeing is believing.
Five minutes later Justin believed it. Before him, standing at her front door, was a stunningly beautiful woman. Though short in stature, she had the most seductive curves. And that was just the body. Mel’s face was that of an angel. Smooth, creamy skin beckoned to be stroked by a loving fingertip. Full lips bid to be kissed. Beguiling green eyes lured him into their liquid depths.
She was the complete package.
“Hi, Sam,” Mel said in a voice so seductive it rivaled that of a siren who lured sailors to an untimely end. “Is this your replacement?”
Mel smiled and Justin’s knees weakened. It took a Herculean effort for them to support his weight.
“Yes, it is. Mel, this is Justin Eberley,” Sam said.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She offered her hand.
Justin took the much smaller hand in his. “The pleasure’s all mine, ma’am.”
“Please, call me Mel. Would you care to step in for a drink?”
“Don’t have time. Need to get the truck back to the distribution center so I can show the rookie how we close out the day,” Sam said as he handed Mel her package.
She accepted the parcel and laid it on the floor. “Thanks, Sam. I’m going to miss you, you old coot.”
Sam opened his arms. Mel stepped into the embrace, and Justin suddenly wished he were in Sam’s position. He wondered how she would feel in his arms. The woman elicited such a primal response in him.
Sam released her. “I’m going to miss you too. The newbie will take good care of you and your deliveries.”
“I’m sure he will. You guys drive safe.”
“Have a good day, Mel. It was a pleasure to meet you, and I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other again,” Justin stated with a friendly tip of his hat.
He and Sam ambled to the truck. When inside, Justin unleashed a whistle. “She is gorgeous.”
Sam’s laughter once again echoed in the small confines of the truck. “Told you.”
“I’m glad that one’s single.”
“If you pursue her, then you have to tread carefully. She’s damaged. Remember, Mel won’t leave the house.”
I bet I can get her to come out of her shell.

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About LM-

LM Spangler lives in south central Pennsylvania with her hubby and daughter, along with her furry canine daughters—Natty, Shandy, Harley—and Cali, her furry feline daughter. Her son serves our country in the Navy.

Her parents instilled a love of reading in her, and on an off-comment from her hubby, she became a published writer.

In her spare time, she enjoys watching baseball, college football, NASCAR (on TV or real life,) documentaries, and any car show. Velocity, DIY, HGTV, Discovery, and Science channels are favorite channels.

You can find LM at the following places:
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Zipper (Dixie Reapers MC #7) by Harley Wylde

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Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Genres/Themes: Contemporary Romance, MC Romance, Silver Fox (older hero), New Adult, Interracial

Delphine: Six years ago, I did something really bad, and it chased away the guy I’ve been in lust with ever since my hormones had kicked in. I’d been a stupid teen, and I’d paid the price. But now I need help, and there’s nowhere for me to go except straight to the Dixie Reapers, and the one man who probably never wants to see me again. If Zipper won’t help me, then I’m as good as dead. I’m willing to pay any price, and I will give him anything he wants. Is it wrong that I hope, at least a little, that all this ends up with me in his bed? I’ve never stopped wanting him, and I know I never will.

Zipper: The teen girl who had turned my life upside down now wants my help. If nothing else, I owe it to her dad, legendary tattoo artist Hwan Lee, my mentor, the man who gave me a chance when no one else would. He’s really the reason I left all those years ago. I couldn’t disrespect him by claiming what I wanted. Delphine. Not to mention my ass would have ended up in jail. Now she’s here, and she says I can have anything. Naughty girl. Didn’t anyone ever tell her not to tempt the devil? Because soon, I’ll have her right where I want her — under me and screaming my name — and I’m never letting her go. As for the men trying to kill her, it’s only a matter of time before they breathe their last. No one hurts my woman.

NOTE: No Cliffhanger. No Cheating. Guaranteed HEA. Spanking. Sex Toys.

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Copyright ©2018 Harley Wylde/Jessica Coulter Smith

Delphine

I hadn’t seen Mason in so damn long, and I wasn’t certain my presence would be welcome even now. I’d had a crush on him for as long as I could remember, even when I’d just been a little girl. My daddy had always taken me to work with him, and I’d gotten to know all the guys at his shop over the years, but it had always been Mason who fascinated me. As I grew, my feelings for him changed from that of a little girl to a young woman. It was my fault he’d left, even though I’d never told anyone, and never would. If my dad had ever found out what I’d done…

I took a steadying breath as I stared at the gates of the Dixie Reapers’ compound. No one knew I was here, and I wanted to keep it that way. I was in some serious shit right now, and it wasn’t fair to drop it on Mason’s doorstep, but I didn’t know where else to go. There was no one in my life I trusted right now, not even my own family. No, especially not my own family. Some slut with three kids had convinced my dad to marry her a few years ago, and I’d been pushed to the side. I’d quickly understood how Cinderella must have felt, being given all the crap jobs around the house and shop, and getting nothing in return. At least, as long as I was under the step-monster’s roof I wasn’t getting anything. Moving out helped a bit.

Things were different now, though, and not in a good way. Before Dad had died, I’d moved out. He’d been helping me pay rent, though, so I could be a nicer area. After his death, that helped came to a screeching halt, and I’d been forced to move into a not-so-great place. I’d found out at the reading of Dad’s will that he had apparently left his shop in my care if anything ever happened to him, along with half his life insurance policy. My step-monster only received fifty thousand dollars and the house, which I’d been told had a second mortgage on it. Needless to say, the woman wasn’t happy and would stop at nothing to get her hands on my inheritance. It had taken a while for everything to get sorted out and my inheritance actually handed over to me.

I wasn’t certain if I wanted to thank my dad for trying to take care of me at the very end, or scream at him for putting me in this position. Legally, there wasn’t a damn thing that Tia could do about the shop and money. But then, she’d never been one to follow the rules. I’d noticed some questionable-looking men following me lately, and I wondered if maybe she’d hired someone to do something to me. Especially after a few unexplained accidents happened. According to my dad’s lawyer, if anything happened to me, the money and shop would go to Tia. It had been a provision in my dad’s will apparently, stating that unless I was married with children, then step-mommy-dearest would inherit if I were to die. And since I wasn’t married and didn’t have any kids to leave the money to… yeah, I was pretty much screwed. I didn’t see how that could possibly be legal in this day and age, but what the hell did I know?

The gates mocked me as I stared at them. I could see the shadow of a man standing just on the other side, likely a guard of some sort. He hadn’t called out to me, but then I hadn’t exactly gotten any closer either. I took another breath to steady my nerves and approached, putting one foot in front of the other. My fingers wrapped around the iron bars and I stared at the man on the other side. He eyed me up and down, giving me time to look him over too. He seemed to be a few years older than me. “You here to party with the club?” he asked.

“I’m here to see… Zipper.” I hated that fucking name. To me, he was Mason, would always be Mason. Or maybe it was why he had that name that I hated so much. He’d been part of the Dixie Reapers even when he’d worked for my dad. Then he’d left and opened his own shop. The only times I’d seen him since then were glimpses around town, but I’d always hidden and kept my distance, knowing he probably hated me.

“He expecting you?” the guy asked.

“No. He used to work for my dad. Please, it’s important that I see him. I’m not here to cause trouble.”

The guy snorted and made a shooing motion. “Sorry, doll, but if you aren’t expected, you’re not getting in. You’re either an old lady, or you’re here to suck cock. And since it appears neither applies to you, you can just turn around and walk away.”

“But you don’t understand…”

He pointed again toward the driveway. There was only one way I was getting inside, but I didn’t know if I had the courage to follow through. I rubbed my hands up and down my denim-clad thighs and blew out a breath.

“Then maybe I’m here to party,” I said, wishing immediately that I could call back the words.

The man’s eyebrows rose, and he opened the gate. I cautiously walked past him, a little worried he might reach out and grab me, maybe force me to suck his cock. I hadn’t ever done something like that before, and the thought of sucking off a complete stranger made my stomach bubble and flip. I hurried toward the clubhouse and raced up the wooden steps. When I reached the door, I slowly pushed it open. Music and smoke battered at my senses as I stepped inside.

My eyes went wide when I saw the mostly, and in some cases completely, naked women prancing around. A few couples were openly having sex in front of everyone, and my heart started racing in fear. What the hell had I gotten myself into? And did I really want to see Mason in this setting? I knew he wasn’t an angel by any means, but I didn’t like the thought of him being with all these women.

I caught sight of him toward the end of the bar, his Dixie Reapers leather cut looking every bit as sexy on him as I’d thought it did six years ago. I felt a tingle working its way through my body, and my nipples hardened as I got closer to him. A few people jostled me along the way, but I forged ahead, hoping like hell I hadn’t made a huge mistake…

Without Reservation (Sandy Ridge 1) by Lynn Burke

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Art studio vandalized and her mother in a fresh grave, Meg Winters heads off on vacation with her two best friends. She hopes for peace from her grief and the return of her muse. She doesn’t expect to run into the two men she idolizes, Trevor and Jack, the secretive wonders of the art world whose work she’s long admired. She certainly doesn’t expect them to be sex-on-legs gorgeous and determined to fulfill her number one sexual fantasy. They not only awaken her slumbering body, but also her creativity and the life she used to wield with her brushes.

However, Meg carries a secret of her own which holds her back from surrendering herself fully to their desires. Will Trevor and Jack be able to overcome her reservations, or will the truth of her past ruin their chance for love?

 

*Be warned: Multiple partners (MMF), anal sex, double penetration

 

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Excerpt:

Meg’s gaze dropped to Jack’s full lips. “Maybe just one kiss,” she heard herself say.

He captured her lips without hesitation, sending a rush of heat and goosebumps skittering across her skin. His soft lips swept across hers as his hand slipped up her back and grabbed hold of her hair, angling her head toward him.

The brush of his tongue along her lips sent a spasm through her pussy, and a moan rose to her throat.

Trevor leaned into her, his open-mouth kisses dampening her neck as Jack continued his languid assault on her mouth. Tasting. Licking.

One man’s hand in her hair, the other’s on her waist, one on each thigh, rubbing, slowing inching upward.

Meg tore her lips from Jacks, heaving for breath, eyelids clenched shut.

One kiss, she’d said. She hadn’t expected a long, drawn-out kiss that would make her body quake with need.

“Come over to our cabin with us,” Trevor said, his low voice rumbling in her ear, his thumb drawing circles mid-thigh on her bare skin. “Check off your number one bucket list item.”

Jack nibbled along her jaw to her other ear. A shiver slid down to her toes as he squeezed her other thigh. “I…I c-can’t.”

“Does the thought of Trevor and I together turn you off?” Jack asked, nibbling her earlobe.

A huff of laughter flew past Meg’s lips as the two men continued their assault on her senses. “I saw you kissing on your back patio the other night.” The words escaped her parted lips, unintended.

Trevor nipped her skin in the hollow beneath her ear. “How did that make you feel?”

“Aroused,” she whispered, eyes still shut tight. They pulled answers from her easier than…

“I was thinking about you while fucking Jack.”

A rush of moisture soaked her panties at Trevor’s low, rumbled confession against the hollow beneath her ear. “I-I heard you.”

“Did you touch yourself?” Jack asked against the corner of her mouth, his sweet breath fanning her lips.

Meg swallowed. “Yes.”

“Did you come?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

Both men groaned.

“Come to our cabin with us,” Jack said. “Please.”

Meg thought she’d known what temptation was, but the war raging between her body and mind put a whole new meaning to the word.

 

© Lynn Burke 2018

 
 

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

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