Snarl (Esposito County Shifters 3) by Nicola Cameron

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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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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


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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.

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“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?

   

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

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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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EXCERPT

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.

Add it to your shelf on Goodreads

See photos that inspired me to write on Pinterest

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Hidden Cargo (Alien Captors 2) by Sarah Marsh

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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?

  
 

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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?

 

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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

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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?

 

Coming out 1st October!

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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.

Buy Links:

Beachwalk Press – http://beachwalkpress.com/to-live-and-love/

Amazon – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07H8M1JHC/

Barnes & Noble – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/to-live-and-love-lm-spangler/1129515236?ean=2940161853238

Kobo – https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/to-live-and-love-1

iBooks – https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1435909579

Bookstrand – https://www.bookstrand.com/to-live-and-love

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:
Her blog: www.lmspangler.weebly.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/authorlmspangler
Twitter: www.twitter.com/AuthLMSpangler

Zipper (Dixie Reapers MC #7) by Harley Wylde

Congratulations to Harley Wylde on your new release!


 

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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

 
 

About the author:

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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Love Under Fire box set – Help veterans get pets!

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Genre:  Romantic Suspense

Publisher:  Bluestone Valley Publishing Company

eBook Price: $.99

ASIN: B07GCTP7CJ

Release Date: 11/13/2018

Pre-Order is up and running

 
 

Would you like a chance to help authors help VETERANS get PETS?

If you answered that question with a ‘YES’ here’s your opportunity.

Twenty-one Wall Street Journal, USA Today, and other bestselling authors have joined together to bring you a heart-pounding collection of 21 BRAND NEW, NEVER-BEFORE PUBLISHED stories all in one amazing romantic suspense limited time boxed set. Fifty percent (50%) of the pre-order proceeds will be donated to the PETS for VETS PROGRAM.

In case you don’t know, PETS for VETS is a 501c non-profit organization in the United States dedicated to providing a second chance to shelter dogs by rescuing, training, and matching them with American veterans who need a companion pet. http://www.pets-for-vets.com/

 

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About the set:

WHEN LOVE SPARKS DANGER, GET READY FOR AN EXPLOSION!

Twenty-one Wall Street Journal, USA Today, and other bestselling authors bring you a heart-pounding collection of 21 BRAND NEW, NEVER-BEFORE PUBLISHED stories all in one amazing romantic suspense limited time boxed set.

From around the edges of every day existence lurks mystery, betrayal, greed, and death.

With every turn of the page, feel the heat of adrenaline as fear lights up the night. Fight alongside the tenacious heroes and heroines as they battle for survival. They’ll put everything on the line to thwart the evil coming after them.

They want to trust in the power of love. But is it enough?

EVERY SALE HELPS a VETERAN get a PET!!!

 

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Valerie J. Clarizio –The Code Enforcer
“Can they overcome their painful pasts–and a murder investigation–to find happiness together?”

Judith Lucci – RUN for your life
“Besieged by threats and haunted by memories, can Alex and Jacob survive another fiery attack?”

Stephany Tullis – Blue Lady’s MISSION UNDER FIRE
“The mission changed. Her cover is blown. With no where to run and nowhere to hide, what can she do to survive?”

Fiona Quinn – Cold Red
“Undercover, under fire, under arrest, it’s hard to save a special agent’s life while handcuffed.”

Anna Celeste Burke – Lily’s Homecoming Under Fire
“When Lily returns home to California’s wine country, sparks fly amid a hail of bullets as she and US Marshal Austin Jennings take cover. Who wants Lily dead?”

Margaret A. Daly- Monsters in my Closet
“No one knows her secrets, not even her best friend. Can she keep her secrets and her monsters at bay long enough to give love a chance again?”

Linda Watkins – The Witches of Storm Island, Book I: The Turning
“In 1685, a forbidden love catapults young Maude Prichard into a life fraught with danger….”

Tamara Ferguson – Two Hearts Under Fire
“Will Two Wounded Hearts Under Fire Survive LOVE?”

Suzanne Jenkins – Running with Horses
“Moving horses to the high country comes just in time when Mindy and her coffee date witness murder at a Mojave Desert cafe.”

Inge-Lise Goss – Diamonds and Lies
“When murder upends a diamond heist, can the jewel thief trust the mark who vows to protect her?”

S.R. Mallery – Tender Enemies
“When Lily sets up a spy trap, she faces great danger–of falling in love.”

Jinx Schwartz – Baja Get Away
“Sometimes love is… Murder.”

Uvi Poznansky – Virtually Lace
“Michael creates a virtual reality simulation of the murder. Can he solve it in time, before the killer turns on the woman he loves?”

Kathryn Knight – The Haunting of Hillwood Farm
“A dangerous ghost brings them together…but will they survive long enough to find happiness?”
 
Stephanie Queen – Ace Under Fire
“Can this bad boy make a come back to save an old flame?”

Casi McLean – Reign Of Fire
“Lies, Corruption, and Murder… exposing the truth leads to love–and a ghostly encounter. ”

Chris Patchell – Deception Bay
“She’s armed. He’s dangerous. Together, can they stop a killer from tearing a small island community apart?”

Aaron Paul Lazar – The Asylum: A Carmen Garcia romantic suspense novel
“Carmen has a secret, and his name is Dr. Micah Worthy.”

Alyssa Richards – Chasing Secrets
“Her husband’s secret is priceless, her attempts to retrieve it could be deadly.”

K.M. Hodge – Summer of ’78
“Susan Evenbright, pledges to make her last summer in Texas a killer one.”
 
Pamela Fagan Hutchins – Buckle Bunny

“The last guy to call Maggie a buckle bunny didn’t make his eight seconds.”

 

In total blackness #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 just got a new gorgeous cover and will be re-released very soon with an additional chapter! ❤ In this scene, we're continuing where we left off last week. Anne is supposed to get the wet Italians some dry clothes, but Micaela wants more than clothes. Or rather, no clothes at all.

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She widened her eyes. He wanted her bathrobe? But she wore nothing underneath, and Brian could come in any time. Or Todd. She shook her head. “Take Brian’s clothes.” She pointed to the open closet behind her.

“I’m freezing.” Micaela rubbed the goose bumps on his arms. Before she could react, his hands shot to her bathrobe and opened it. Cold air from the room brushed her exposed nipples.

With a gasp, she put her hands on her breasts and closed her eyes, couldn’t or didn’t want to see his reaction.

His breathing hitched, too. “Che bella.”

“Stop it.”

He stood still for a moment, short, regular pulses of heat drifting to her from his breath. With a sudden tug, he slid the warm fabric off her shoulders, leaving her nude.

She opened her eyes and reached out for the robe, but he snatched it away from her, laughing. If only Brian would play with her like this. Her nipples hardened from arousal.

The toilet in the hall flushed.

In the next instant, a deafening detonation shook the entire house as if the sky itself exploded above the roof, and the light bulb in the ceiling snapped. Total blackness enveloped them.

Now what?

No longer able to rely on eyesight, she focused on her other senses, holding her breath as everything happened at once. Todd called for help from the bathroom at the end of the hall, Brian yanked open the door to the adjoining toilet with a curse, and Micaela’s breathing in front of her picked up pace. Her heartbeat pulsed in her ears like a high-speed locomotive. Tch-tch-tch…

Afraid of what might happen if she moved, she remained still as a corpse, nude and helpless. The aroused Italian stood so near, the salty scent of his sweat and wet hair surrounded her. He might complain of being cold, but steady, unmistakable heat drifted from his body, brushing her naked skin. And with her husband a few meters away, she’d never been so close to … serious, fucking trouble.

She widened her eyes, trying to discern Micaela’s shape in the immediate dark, but sensed him more than she saw him. Her heart palpitated.

Again, Todd shouted from the bathroom, sounding angry. Maybe he didn’t dare climb out of the slippery tub.

Brian’s voice resonated in the hall, drowning out the drumming of raindrops on the roof tiles. “Wait a sec, Todd, I’ll get a flashlight. Anne, are you all right?”

Oh. A simple question, but the fear of discovery hit her like a punch in the gut. She choked, trying to reply.

“Anne?” His tone held a hint of worry. Footsteps came down the hall, with the soft, tentative grazing of fingers on the wood-paneled wall and the familiar sound of her husband’s breathing.

Time to get a grip. “Y-yes, I’m fine.” Her voice echoed somewhat, as if amplified by the dark emptiness.

“It was just a lightning strike, baby. It cut the power.”

“I know.” Though no one could see, she nodded.

A deep intake of breath before her caused the hair on her neck to stand. She resisted the urge to lift her hands and feel around in the blackness.

Micaela, get away from me!

She couldn’t believe he dared stand there, with her husband so close. Maybe he trusted not to be seen. Or maybe he didn’t care. She remembered his incredible arrogance outside, on the bicycle, how he’d kept his hand locked on hers.

A tiny piece of metal scraped the wood panel in the hall to her right. Brian’s wedding band. So near the door.

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

 

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?

 
 

Coming out 1st October!

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Blurred Reality (a Nathalia Hotel novella) by Megan Slayer

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When the band takes a hiatus, the boys will play…

When Jacen Goodwin’s band, Disaster Transport, crashed in Dallas and ended up at the Nathalia Hotel, he never expected to find his heart’s desire. He wants to stay in his adopted home city, but he loves the roar of the crowd as well as their adoration. Can the star drummer step away from the buzz of fame long enough to grab what he needs with both hands or will the lure of the crowd be too much?

Matt Walker knew from the moment he got involved with Jacen that their relationship was temporary. Jacen’s a celebrity and he holds the position of the sexiest eligible bachelor of the band. Even if Matt saw a future for him and Jacen, the odds aren’t in their favor. But he can hope, right? He’s been head over heels in love with Jacen since the moment they met.

Can these two opposites make a go of their fledgling relationship or will celebrity and the challenges of fame keep them apart?

This book has been previously released at Blurred Reality by Megan Slayer, part of the Dallas Fire and Rescue Kindle World. It has been revamped and re-edited for this edition.

 

Warning: M/M, Anal Sex

 

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Excerpt:

Matt couldn’t hear what Jacen said, but his facial expression telegraphed plenty. Jacen slashed his hand through the air and he shook his head. Matt busied himself with straightening the counter space and trying not to watch Jacen. Fuck. How could he not? The man featured in his dreams and had become his favorite spank bank material. He swept his gaze over Jacen. The denim shorts hugged his hips and accentuated the strength in his legs. Jacen rubbed the back of his neck with his fingers and flexed his upper body.

Jesus. Was Jacen trying to turn him on? If so, he’d accomplished his mission. Matt plopped onto the stool and pressed his knees together. Blood rushed to his cock and his mouth watered. Just a few touches. Kisses. He didn’t want much. Really.

“Mother fucker.” Jacen whipped around and held his phone in a white-knuckled grasp as he strode back to the desk. “He’s a piece of shit. Where are those peas?”

Matt offered up the bag. “Whoever it is, I hope you lit into him.” He shut the laptop down, then moved the device to the lower portion of the counter. “Better pick up your key before you forget.” He slid the card across to Jacen. “Have a good night…well, a better one than you’ve had so far.”

“Huh?” Jacen glared at Matt and plunked the bag back onto his bruise. “Are you here all night? I thought Cady hired on people to work the desk so you and her weren’t stuck.”

“She did, but this is my night. I have to earn my keep somehow.” He grinned to hide his displeasure. “I can’t feed my music and running habits without some source of income.”

Jacen tucked his phone into his pocket and lingered at the counter. “Want some company? I came here to work on music, yeah, but that wasn’t the only reason.” He offered up the bag. “I’ve melted this.”

“I’ll stick it back in the freezer. No problem.” He gripped the melting frozen food. “Stick around a moment in case anyone comes in and I’ll put it back.” He left Jacen alone long enough to put the peas in the fridge. He’d probably make them for lunch the next day instead of wasting them. When he returned, Jacen had rounded the counter.

“All good?” Jacen asked.

“I’ve got lunch for tomorrow.” He tensed. “Thanks for holding down the fort.” He expected Jacen to leave, but instead, he crept closer to Matt.

“I didn’t just return for Rory and the music. I came here for you, too.”

“Me?” He frowned. “What?” He had to be hearing Jacen wrong. No way Jacen meant that.

“Uh, yeah. You.”

Copyright© 2018 Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved

 

About the Author:

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

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

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COVER REVEAL: The Boyfriend Mistake by Charity West

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Publisher: Evernight Teen
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer
Release Date: October 2018

All Mya ever wanted was to date golden boy Prescott Monroe, captain of the football team, loved by the entire school. But when she gets her wish, it isn’t long before she realizes that things are not all as they seem. The guy everyone in her school loves is hiding something, and there’s a darkness in his eyes that only she seems to see. Can she get away before it’s too late?

Ryder James has earned his label as Central High’s bad boy, and he relishes the title. It gives him a different girl at the snap of his fingers, and more parties than he could ever hope to attend. But the one thing he’s always wanted and knows he can never have—the untouchable Mya Henderson.

Until one fateful morning Mya’s world changes forever, leaving her completely shattered, and Ryder suddenly isn’t the bad boy everyone’s warned her away from. Instead, he’s her knight in shining armor.

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HarleyWyldeAuthorCharity West is a young adult/new adult romance author who has always had her head in the clouds. She had her first crush when she was four, and it lasted for six years. Then she quickly fell head over heels for another boy, until she had to move away and leave him behind. Jumping from one boy to another, she finally found a keeper when she was twenty, and she’s been married to him ever since.

By the time Charity was twelve, she was sneaking her mother’s Harlequin romances and reading them in secret when she was supposed to be asleep. Teased throughout middle school and high school for the bodice ripper covers on the books she openly read in class, she knew that one day she wanted to write her own happily-ever-afters.

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Closing Montage by Thea Landen

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Edwin Crawford is dying. His suffering is made even worse when he considers how he’ll be leaving behind his wife of over four decades. He contacts 1Night Stand and instructs her to communicate with Madame Evangeline in the hopes she’ll find another man and won’t be lonely without him.

Abigail refuses to entertain the idea of pursuing a romance with anyone other than her husband. When Edwin continues to insist she use the dating service he found for her, she eventually agrees. But he should realize, she reasons, once she makes up her mind about something, she’s determined to do it her own way.

With Madame Evangeline’s help, Abigail plans the perfect evening. Through the use of virtual reality, she can take Edwin anywhere she wants, across the world and back in time, without him having to leave home. It’s their last chance to remember why they were so deeply in love for so many years. Even though she defied his wishes, can she convince him to go on one more date?

 
 

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Excerpt:

“You know what our problem is?” he asked.

“Mm?”

His other hand let go of mine and dropped to my waist. “We dance like old people.”

I rolled my eyes. “Edwin, we are old people.”

“Hey, we’re middle aged at best. Or worst, depending on how you look at it.” His feet stopped moving. “Either way, age seems rather irrelevant tonight.” In a flash, he spun me around so I faced in the opposite direction. I let out a squeak of surprise as his fingertips dug into me. “So, you know what we should do?”

The fire returned to my face, and I swallowed. “What?”

With a firm grip, he jerked me toward him, our bodies colliding. “Dance for me like you did at the bar, both earlier this evening and all those years ago.”

I glanced back over my shoulder, one eyebrow arched. “Are you serious?”

His lips grazed the edge of my ear as he whispered, “I always did like watching you move.”

My heart pounded. I tried to remember the driving rhythms of the music at the club, and pretend I was wearing something sexier than a sensible skirt and low heels. Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back as my body swayed to the beat only I could hear.

Edwin placed his hands on my hips, guiding me backward as I danced. I rubbed against him, reliving the first time we’d been crushed together in the crowd at the college bar. His palms skimmed up my sides, and he let out a low hum of appreciation. I stiffened when he pushed my short gray hair out of the way and brought his mouth back to my ear. “Keep going.” The rasp in his voice accentuated his demand. “You feel fucking amazing.”

His wicked words drove me onward. I reached behind me to stroke the side of his face as I exaggerated my movements, gyrating against him like the passionate, free-spirited young woman I once was. He tried to stifle a groan, and his solid erection pressed into me from behind. Sensual cravings bubbled inside me. I refused to relent.

Broad palms roamed over my body, gliding across the thin silk with ease. His hands rose to cup my breasts, his fingers sinking into my flesh. Electricity shot through my core, and I gasped.

He ducked his head down to kiss my neck. As he nibbled at the delicate skin, he swiped his thumbs over my nipples, coaxing the stiff buds through the glossy fabric. A whimper escaped my lips. With a devilish laugh, he increased his pressure.

Another rush of arousal interrupted my provocative rhythms. The smoldering ache between my legs grew as I stood trapped in his arms. He kneaded and massaged, fondled and teased, his teeth nipping at the most sensitive spots at my throat. The entire time, his thick cock pulsed against me, a constant reminder of his own desire.

Edwin abandoned my breasts to inch down over my stomach. His hands arrived at the top of my skirt, and I shuddered. He traced along the edge with one finger, his touch blazing hot through my blouse. My head lolled back on his shoulder, anticipation coiling in my muscles. At long last, he slid one hand down the front of my skirt.

The movement sent the remote I’d tucked inside the waistband clattering to the floor. The sound made me bolt upright, but his grasp on me remained steadfast. “Leave it,” he growled.

 
 

Author Bio:

Author Thea Landen

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

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Che bella #SexySnippet 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.

Today, I give you a sexy snippet from my erotic GLBT ménage HIGH-RISK FEVER, which just got a new gorgeous cover and will be re-released very soon with an additional chapter! ❤

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“I’m freezing.” Micaela rubbed the goose bumps on his arms. Before Anne could react, his hands shot to her bathrobe and opened it. Cold air from the room brushed her exposed nipples.

With a gasp, she put her hands on her breasts and closed her eyes, couldn’t or didn’t want to see his reaction.

His breathing hitched, too. “Che bella.”

“Stop it.”

He stood still for a moment, short, regular pulses of heat drifting to her from his breath. With a sudden tug, he slid the warm fabric off her shoulders, leaving her nude.

   

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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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Digger (Fallen Gliders #3) by Lynn Burke

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Digger is one badass bastard hell-bent on protecting his Fallen brothers–no matter the cost. He’s also ugly as shit, scarred for life by one of the men who gang-raped his mother. Born of violence and only wanted by women for his massive cock, he lives an unfulfilled life while secretly yearning for more.

Maci Irving is his opposite, a kind-hearted soul who wants to care for everyone she meets. She’s also one of his brother’s flavors of the month. Fuck the world, and fuck the dark sedan tailing him everywhere he goes—once he claims a taste of her he’ll do everything he can to keep her.

With his heart in her hands, can he convince Maci to stay with him and become his old lady, or will his violent lifestyle and its consequences end up to be more than she can bear?

 

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

 

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Excerpt:

“Capone said you could make me forget my own name,” she whispered while running her hands up over my chest.

My pecs flexed on their own beneath her firm touch. “Is that what you want?”

Lower lip sucking between her teeth, she nodded. Wetness coated her eyes, and fuck the goddamn ache that knifed through my chest. “You’re sure?”

“Yes,” she whispered, pressing closer so her pussy rested against my straining cock.

Fuck, did she tempt me like no other woman I’d gotten my hands on. What she needed was rest, strong arms to hold her close as she slept.

I slipped my hand up over the back of her tight t-shirt, beneath her silken hair to hold her nape. “If you want to stop, just say so, and you have my word that we will.”

She leaned in and kissed me.

Mind fucking blown.

Soft and pliant, sweet yet minty … goddamn did I fall under the beautiful witch’s spell. Rather than take control and plunder the ever-loving shit out of her mouth, I held back, tracing my tongue along her lips rather than fucking her mouth. She opened to me with a sigh, and I gently threaded my fingers through her hair, angling her head.

My arm banded around her back, tugging her closer until her pert tits pressed against me. Slow rolls of my hips against her pussy tightened my balls and made her whimper against my lips.

Two pairs of fucking jeans in our way … and my brother I’d forgotten about.

I tore my mouth from Maci’s. Eyes hazed over, she stared at me, swollen lips parted.

Capone sat back in my chair, legs spread, hand sliding over his bulge, a smirk on his face. Fucker loved to watch almost as much as he loved to get his dick wet.

I massaged the back of Maci’s head and wiped the moisture off her lower lip with my thumb, torn over doing the right thing by taking a rain check until she was in a better frame of mind.

She flicked her tongue out, and I slid my thumb into her mouth without thought.

Goddamn. I groaned as she swirled her tongue and sucked. My cock jerked, and she ground her pussy against me. “Christ, woman.” Swallowing back another groan, I grabbed her ass in my palms and stood. Fuck it. I’d give her exactly what she wanted and then some. I just had to trust she’d stop us if it was too much.

Maci wrapped her legs around me as though they belonged there.

I nodded toward the hallway, and Capone hopped out of his chair to lead the way. He dimmed the lights as I knelt on the bed, sliding Maci to the center. She clung to me, but I pulled back onto my haunches.

Pale hair spread over my pillows, pulse in her neck fluttering, eyes wide and filled with need. The desire to see her like that every day of my fucking life welled over me like a nine-foot wave.

Should have freaked me the fuck out. Shouldn’t have enjoyed the satisfaction sizzling through my blood. Mentally, I pulled back, telling myself to keep my suspicions in place. Keep myself safe from rejection.

“You’re fucking perfect,” I said, running my fingers up her thighs, over her hip bones, under her shirt. Her nipples pressed against the thin fabric, tight buds calling out for attention. I palmed her tits beneath her shirt, and she arched into my touch, lower lip once more between her teeth.

“You like my hands on you.”

“God, yes.” She gasped as I rolled both nipples between my fingers.

“Capone?” I scooted back and flicked the button on her jeans as my brother climbed onto the bed and took over where I’d left off with her tits.

Maci gasped as he closed his mouth over her nipple, t-shirt and all, grasping the back of his head to hold him close.

A muscle in my jaw flinched to see his mouth on her, but our time together was for her pleasure, fulfilling one of her fantasies—not getting my balls twisted with jealousy.

She doesn’t belong to you, I told myself while sliding down her zipper.

Yet, another voice whispered in my head, clenching my jaw.

 

© Lynn Burke 2018

 

Other books in this series:

Nicky, Fallen Gliders #1

Hawk, Fallen Gliders #2

 

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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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Snow by Erzabet Bishop


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Fairytales can bite…
To look to the future, sometimes you have to unearth the secrets of the past.
Snow longs to find a true love of her own, but when her father returns from war with a new bride, her carefully planned out life slips through her fingers. Her new stepmother, the Queen, harbors a dangerous secret. One malicious kiss sends Snow tumbling into a sinister landscape of dark desires and a new manifestation that can save her or destroy everything she’s ever held dear.
Darkness can hide the most sultry of nights.
Gideon and his men guard the king, but even they can’t protect him from his murderous new bride. When the castle falls prey to the Queen’s ire, they find themselves under the spell of the moon. Can they harness their new reality to protect the newest target of the Queen’s wrath, or will they once again be victims of her unholy power play?

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Excerpt:
The new Queen stood in front of the fireplace, her hand on the ties of her gown. She flicked her hair over her shoulder and smiled, knowing the King’s gaze followed her every move. It had taken her years to reach this place, to claim the blood-right her sister had stolen from her so many years ago. The King watched her with lust in his eyes, no different than any other man. All it had taken was some small manipulations and a lost battle for her to come to be in just the right place for him to save her.
He was a fool, but then she expected that. A pair of breasts and the opening between her legs would give her everything, but first she would take her time. Her body lush with the essence of her victims, she tempted him, and he had succumbed. Now all that was left was to share herself with the man who would be her future. For a few mere hours.
“Do you find me attractive, husband?” She loosed a tie and the dress fell further down, revealing more of her pale flesh, until it slipped from her lithe form, pooling into a heap of discarded fabric on the chamber floor. She edged closer to him, letting the glow of the fire outline her body in the dimly lit room.
“Come here.” He jerked her forward so she landed hard against his chest. Crushing her lips against his own, he fumbled with the opening of his breeches, taking out his cock. A chill blast of air slid through the room, and he shuddered against her.
“Is that your wedding gift to me then?” She pressed her lips to his and wrapped her hand around his shaft. “This hard pike?” She manipulated him back against the bed, knowing full well the power she held in the palm of her hand. She squeezed his shaft and brutally released him, shoving him back.
The surprised expression flitting across his features quickly changed to anger. He laid there, his member exposed. “You dare.”
She climbed on the bed, rubbing her breasts and body up over his legs until she reached his cock once more. Wrapping her fingers around it, she smiled as he moaned, all but moldable clay in her hands.
“I dare much, highness.” She mounted him and impaled herself on his cock, taking great joy in the gasp that sprang from her husband’s lips. “This night is only the beginning.” Her nipples tightened against the chill of the room, but with each thrust of her hips, she grew warmer, and her magic stronger.
“You…” He tried to rise, but she slammed him back down, grinding herself into the root of his cock. “Ugh!” The King groaned, his eyes fluttering as his body toiled, twisted in the confines of the spell she’d wrapped around him.
“Yes. I am all that you desire, in this life or the next. Spill for me, my King. I have need of your soul.” She ground into him, rubbing her breasts against his chest and kissed him, her teeth catching on his lip, drawing blood.
“No…”
“Oh yes. Fuck me harder.” She rode him. Deeper and deeper, her tendrils of power sank into his body until the slack look on his face betrayed his vanquished spirit.
“Foul bitch. I’ll kill you.” But the words rang hollow as his strength poured into her.
She laughed, her pussy tightening around his cock as she pounded him into the bedding. 
“Everything you have. Everything you desire, my King. It shall be mine.” She leaned down and gave his lip another vicious bite at the same time she lifted her body from his, only to slam down hard on his length once more. “I’ll take what should have been mine long ago.”
He came with a shout, his hot seed jetting inside of her, then slumped down against the bed sheets never to rise again, jaw slack, his head lolling to one side.
The Queen rose from his body, letting it fall where it may. She sauntered to the trunks that held her belongings, running her hands over the tops of several. “There you are.” Pressing a hidden lever, she opened it to reveal an overlarge mirror set in a gilt frame. She stood in front of it, the mirror revealing her lush curves and now even tighter skin. The cool chill of frost crept across the chamber wall and her lips curved up in a diabolical smile.
Beautiful. There was no one to compare with her. No one at all. Her red hair fell to her thighs and she ran her hands along her concave stomach and shapely breasts.

“Now, let’s see who is the fairest in the land.” The mirror panned to a young woman with long dark hair and plentiful curves. She saw her sister in the girl and her rage knew no bounds. “I should have ended your life on that night in the wood, the same as I ended your mother’s.”




About the author:

Erzabet Bishop is a USA Today Bestselling and award-winning author of paranormal and erotic romance. She lives in Houston, Texas and when she isn’t writing about sexy shifters or voluptuous heroines she enjoys playing in local bookstores and watching movies with her husband and furry kids.
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Give me #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 just got a new gorgeous cover and will be re-released very soon with an additional chapter! ❤

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Cocoa mug in hand, the gorgeous Italian followed willingly, walking next to her on the bare floorboards with the grace of a panther. They entered her small peach bedroom with the dark-wood furniture.

He sniffed the air and glanced at the ruffled bed sheets with a grin, black eyes sparkling. Could he tell Brian and she had just had sex?

She chose to ignore him and opened Brian’s closet. Her husband was a big man, and his clothes would be large for the two guys, but they had no alternative.

“What do you want to wear?”

When he didn’t answer, she turned to him.

He stood in front of the full-length mirror beside the bed, bending to remove the bicyclist pants, his bluish but very sexy ass pointing toward her. His long, black locks hung like a curtain, hiding his face as he struggled to pull the spandex down his shivering legs.
After a few groans of frustration, he straightened and gave the bundle of wet clothes on the carpet an irritated kick. At the same time, his reflection in the mirror showed the full length of his masculine body. Skinny, but with neatly defined muscles in all the right places, suntanned and beautiful and, by God, sporting a magnificent cock. Dark, just like she’d thought.

She swore the penis grew before her eyes, thickening and lengthening, a fascinating metamorphosis, sending a sharp signal of lust between her thighs. She blinked, believing she must be dreaming—but, no, this perfection of a male specimen stood in front of her, tempting the hell out of her hungry body.

With a deep breath, she let her gaze travel upward from the half-erect organ to the hairy, muscular chest, and farther up to his handsome, grinning face.

Grinning! Yes, above a self-satisfied smile, a pair of black, smoldering eyes met hers in the mirror.

Oh, no. She quickly looked away. The picture of dear Brian making love to her earlier flashed in her mind. The way he’d finally attempted to satisfy her in bed outweighed any issue she might have with him. How could she then behave like this, openly admiring the aroused body of another man?

Micaela gave a low, teasing chuckle. “What is problem, you no like?”

Of course she did, but she refused to admit her interest.

“Don’t you?” He tilted his head, teasing.

“I’m a married woman, Micaela.”

“Is easy. You like or no like.”

She glanced back with a severe look. “You can’t talk to me like that. Do you understand?”

He frowned. A shiver ran through his body, and he tightened his jaw. Wrapping his arms around his trembling torso, he threw a sideways glance at the tempting bed sheets before looking back at her. “I’m cold.”

She shrugged. “You should take a hot shower.”

“No, Todd still there.” He nodded toward her bathrobe. “Give me.”

What?

      

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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So touching, her chest ached #SexySnippet 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.

Today, I give you a sexy snippet from my erotic GLBT ménage HIGH-RISK FEVER, which just got a new gorgeous cover and will be re-released very soon with an additional chapter! ❤

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Lost in thought, she barely heard the low voice behind her.

“Anne?”

She spun and stifled a gasp.

The handsome Italian stood cross-armed in the doorframe. Despite tired eyes and cold clothes glued to his body—spandex pants leaving nothing to the imagination—his lips were flushed in contrast with his pale, damp skin, and he exuded the same charismatic self-confidence as earlier.

He smiled. His first gesture of kindness since they’d met, so touching, her chest ached, and so surprising, it took her a while to recover.

   

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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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