Holiday Hottie (The Cougar Journals #3) by Jewel Quinlan

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The Cougar Journals Book 3

To get away from the pressures of work, Ava takes a last-minute cruise to the Greek islands by herself. But on the ship she runs into the coworker she despises the most, John Montgomery. Somehow he has a knack for driving her mad, and seeing him with his hot young date makes Ava feel even worse about herself. Meanwhile, sexy young steward Florian has been making passes at her, reminding her of how beautiful and alive she really is. Will Ava allow her loneliness to be chased away and desires fulfilled by a much younger man one more time?

 

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Excerpt:

“Something to drink, Miss?”

I looked up to see Florian smiling down at me. “Oh my gosh, what are you doing here? I thought you had the day off again.”

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“Normally I would have the day off, but a friend of mine is sick and I’m covering his shift.” His eyes swept over my body as he spoke, and the glint of appreciation I saw in them made me feel good.

“Thanks again for your company yesterday,” I said in a low voice.

He smiled. “My pleasure.”

The tone of our simple words exchanged even more meaning between us. Having been single for so long I’d become a master of deciphering tone, and his was telling me he’d had the time of his life. He was so damn cute.

“So what can I get you? You look thirsty, and I wouldn’t be doing my job if I left you that way.” He was leaning toward me, his small round tray forgotten on the deck beside him.

I put an arm underneath my head and removed my sunglasses so I could make better eye contact. “What would you recommend?” My suggestive tone made his eyebrows rise and his cheeks dimple in pleasure.

Even though he was young and a member of the staff, I allowed myself to respond to his attentions. The pang of loneliness I felt at seeing John and Kim together reared its ugly head. What was wrong with getting a little attention? Why not have some fun on this trip? People flirted with each other all the time. And it was my turn to throw off my conservative chains and flex my sexy muscle.

He frowned as though deep in thought, considering the question. Then he exhaled and pointed at me. “You look like the kind of woman who enjoys not only fine wine but great gin as well. Our bartender makes a cocktail I think you would like. Not too sweet and just the right amount of tartness to it.” He said it the way car aficionados described legendary Porsches. I knew right away he was talking about himself.

He had it right on the nose. That was exactly my style. “I’ll give it a try.” My hand was on the chair next to his leg, and I fingered the bare, firm flesh of his thigh. I blamed my earlier glass of champagne for my loosened inhibitions. I sat forward and leaned in close to him. “Maybe the next time you’re off, we can hang out again.”

His eyes widened with pleasure. He opened his mouth to say something, but someone else cut in.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I wanted to see if I could order a couple of drinks.”

I turned my head to see John Montgomery standing behind my chair. From the amused look on his face, he’d heard everything I said. Mortification laced through me.

Florian jumped up. “Of course.”

John gave him his order, and Florian went to the bar. Then it was just John and me.

“Having fun, Ava?” He lifted a brow.

His eyes were hidden under the dark sunglasses he wore, but I got the meaning, the bastard. He was trying to embarrass me for flirting with Florian. I huffed at him and opened my magazine again, refusing to take the bait.

He tried again. “He’s a little young for you, isn’t he?”

“Hm. I think he’s the same age as Kim actually. If you don’t think that’s too young then I certainly don’t.” I allowed the sweet sound of disdain to roll off my lips, then I flipped over onto my stomach, excusing him.

He gave a soft chuckle. But he got the hint because he walked away.

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About the Author:

Restless by nature, Jewel Quinlan is an avid traveler and has visited 16 countries so far. Lover of ice cream, beer, and red wine she tries to stay fit when she’s not typing madly on her computer concocting another tale. In her spare time, she likes to do yoga, hike, learn German and play with her spoiled Chihuahua; Penny.

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The Smexy Romance Blog Hop and Giveaway!

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The writing conference in sunny Cannes was fantastical, a dream. Back at home, reality catches up with author Andrea Johnson and the sexy cover model of her book, Yushka. With tough working schedules, challenging family relations, and seductive temptation from all sides, the couple’s explosive romance is put to the test. Will their love be strong enough to have a future?

 

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A heavy weight across my thighs presses me down into a mattress, awaking me.

What the—?

Arms flailing, I gulp a mouthful of air and try to sit up, but a firm hand to my chest pushes me down again.

“Hey, baby.” A calm, familiar voice. Yushka.

Jesus, why is he straddling me? I open my eyes and blink. It must be middle of the night. Thin light from the street below filters from the window, silhouetting him. I can’t see the front of his body, but long hair falls on his square shoulders. His naked shoulders.

Oh, I remember. I was lying on the bedsheets working on my new manuscript when I fell asleep. He must have moved my laptop.

He leans forward, squeezing a distinct hardness against my stomach. “Sorry to wake you, Beautiful, but I have pressing matters.” Soft breaths blow on my face as he approaches, heat oozing from all of him, before placing his full lips on mine, and nibbling.

How delicious. A moan escapes me.

With a low chuckle, he sits back on his calves. A click sounds, and a blinding ray of light pierces the blackness, revealing his nude body on top of me. He shines a small flashlight on his chest, each perfect muscle creating their own shadows, and descends to his stomach and the trail of hairs going down … to a dark, mushroom-shaped penis head pointing at me.

I widen my eyes. He has my full attention.

“Wanna see what I got?” Flashlight in hand, he strokes his erection with the other, up and down, thumb and index finger slowly squeezing the tip.

My sex awakes, inner muscles tightening and wetting. My mind says it needs sleep, but by God, I want this hunk. Despite his weight, I shift in the sheets. “Do you have any idea how naughty you are?” Fuck, my voice comes out raucous.

He gives a self-conscious grin.

I shake my head. “Why—why are you doing this now?”

“I can’t sleep. Figured I’d better use the time well.”

“Ah.”

“Yeah. And I can’t abandon a lady in need. Wet and all.”

“Wet?”

“Um…” He gets up so he can reach between my legs, pulls my skirt up, and puts a finger inside my burning pussy. My channel walls instinctively contract around him. “Yep. Dripping.” Removing his finger, he bends forward to kiss me. When I open my mouth, his wet, hard tongue dives inside, explores. Coils around mine, like a slick snake.

I whimper from his ministrations, loving his taste, needing him to invade all of me.

“Shh. Don’t want Ulugh to hear us.” He sits up, moves forward, and points his cock to my mouth. Irresistible. As I flick my tongue out and lick the veined underside, a shiver runs through him. I stroke along his thighs while enveloping my mouth around the firm, velvety penis head and swallowing his shaft as deeply down my throat as I can. So hot, so good.

He groans and slips out of my mouth. “I haven’t had release in two fucking weeks. Wanted to save all that cum for you. There’s a lot of it. Feel here.” He grabs my hand and closes my fingers around his warm sack. “See? Full. And it’s all for you.”

“You’re t-too generous.” Breath hitching, I fondle his balls.

“Oh!” He looks up, hips jerking forward and thrusting his spent cock in the air. The flashlight moves aside, but I’ve seen enough goodie to have juices of arousal gliding out of me and smearing my inner thighs.

“Fuck. Look.” Voice rough, he shines the flashlight back on his erection. A drop of creamy pre-cum appears in the tiny hole. “Like what you see?”

“Of c-course.” I gulp air. “You’re in-insanely hot.”

“How do you want it? In your mouth or in your sweet pussy? I don’t think I can wait.”

I gasp from his dirty words. I’m so slick and ready I splay my trembling thighs underneath him. “I want you to fuck me, Yushka. Now. Please.”

He puts a finger across his grinning lips. “But you gotta promise not to scream.” He turns the ray of light to a bundle of clothes on the floor, finds a condom in a pants pocket, and gives it to me. “Wanna help me with this?”

I grab the foil with shaking hands, crack it, and roll the rubber up his thick shaft. “Now, hurry.” My pussy cramping and leaking with need, I writhe in the sheets. “Do me.”

“Yes, my lady.” He turns the light off, plunging us in blackness, and slaps my butt. “Make room for me.” He lies atop me, crushing me with the weight of his torso, and breathes hard to my mouth while pulling my soaked panties down my legs. “I need to come fast. It’s been too long.”

Oh, his lust is such a turn-on. I mew in anticipation.

With an elbow resting at the side of my head, he lifts his weight off me, separates my thighs with his bony knees, and directs the tip of his cock between my wet folds. “You don’t mind fast?”

“No.” Eager for a quick penetration, I raise my hips toward him, forcing him to enter. He does, and oh, how he fills me… I squeal, of delight. Finally.

“Shh!” With calculated moves, he settles between my legs and pushes farther into me, gliding deliciously in and out. His breath catches with each thrust.

Quick pants escape me. I’m already surfing so high this won’t take long. Just a little more stimulation and I’ll fly over the crest. I put my hands on his firm butt and press him to me, follow his rhythm. Sex doesn’t get better than this. I love feeling him rage inside me, love his forceful banging … love hearing his pained grunts.

There, the intense, regular friction causes waves of heat to shoot through me, one after the other, making me tremble. I push onto him, fast, hard, meeting his gliding moves, rubbing my clit against his heavenly thick and smooth length.

A ring sounds, startling me. His cell phone. What the—!

After a momentary pause, Yushka increases his rhythm, panting through parted lips. “No, not—taking—that.” The ringing continues, but he goes full throttle, chasing our climaxes. Not losing speed, he gets up on his knees and lifts my ass with his large hands to thrust deeper. His pointy penis head hits the bottom of my heated channel, a spot so touchy the pounding causes a bolt of heat to course through me.

“Oh, God, I’m coming!” So amazingly fast. Hot liquid shoots out of my pussy. Caught in a whirlwind of sensations, I throw my head back and slam a palm over my mouth to stifle a scream. My thighs wobble uncontrollably while my sex contracts with insane force, milking his cock in a mind-boggling discharge.

The shrill ringing fills the room.

“No!” He continues thrusting. “I—won’t—take it!” He slams into me with loud smacks of his thighs against my butt, giving me delicious after-shocks until a long, plaintive groan erupts from deep in his throat.

 

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When Katrina faces the death of her father, she is left with only one choice. Hire a local demon to help her retrieve a mythical healing stone from deep in the Amazon. However, when the two finally meet, sparks fly. The man is a walking sex god and when he offers to pleasure her in exchange for his services, she finds it hard to refuse.

Damis only intended to have a good time with the beautiful blonde who entered his office. Little did he know, the vixen was not only half demon, but his mate, as well. Can he resist the urge to bond with her? Or will his desire be his downfall?

 

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Susceptible to Him by Lynn Burke

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Susceptible to Him

A Risso Family Novella

Contemporary Romance

By: Lynn Burke

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Release Date: February 10, 2015

 

Lia Risso walked in on her fiancé and three other women on Valentine’s Day. Two celibate years later, her roommate creates a profile for Lia on a dating website—without her knowledge—and sets up a date. On Valentine’s Day.

Ryan Walsh, a self-made millionaire and libertine, refuses to commit to any one woman. Tossed from foster home to foster home as a child, Ryan is on guard against becoming vulnerable ever again.

One dinner…one night of dancing and flirting with the attraction between them, puts both Lia and Ryan in danger of heart break.

They have a choice—open themselves to the possibility of hurt or walk away, never knowing what might have been.

 

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Excerpt:

My nerve endings stirred as the subtle scent of sandalwood wafted across the table time and again. What man used sandalwood-scented soap anymore? By the cut of his suit and the Rolex on his wrist, Ryan Walsh had money. And plenty of it. Why no expensive cologne? The chick-lure nectar of the gods his type bathed in?

He grinned again, and heat filled the empty place only Mr. Pink had seen or stroked in two years. Ryan’s attention drifted to my lips and lingered as our waiter took his time pouring our wine.

I forced myself to breathe as my treasonous nipples pebbled, begging for attention.

Damnation. I do not want this.

He was too friggin’ sexy for his own good. And by his suggestive grin and the twinkle in his eyes, he knew it too.

“Are you ready to order, Lia?” Ryan asked, his focus staying on my face instead of dipping downward like most men’s did.

Praying my voice didn’t betray my arousal, I turned my attention the waiter. “I’ll have the shrimp Fra Diavlo.”

“And for you, sir?”

Ryan spouted off a few words in Italian, never once breaking eye contact with me.

My lips twitched. Papa would be impressed.

When the waiter ambled away, a smile—a real smile, not the cocky, you-know-you-want-me ones he had offered until then—revealed straight, white teeth.  “So.”

His low voice caressed my ears, and I pressed my thighs together. Thank God I hadn’t shaved. No doubt he had little trouble getting women into his bed. Or their bed. Or against a wall.

Holy shit.

 

About Lynn Burke:

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

Her current work, the Risso Family Novellas, revolves around four siblings from Boston’s North End.

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Rescuing Cade by Elodie Parkes

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Cade’s trying to get over a broken heart when his friend Jack takes him off to a nightclub, named only, The Club. Although at first Cade is shocked by the place he meets Marissa. It’s not long before he and Marissa get together, but under the pressure of expectations from, The Club, and Marissa’s fear of commitment, they’re both running in opposite directions.

Gorgeous Cade has touched Marissa’s heart in ways she doesn’t want to admit.

Lovely Marissa has lifted Cade’s sadness and opened his heart to love again.

The trouble is — someone has to give a little. Who’s it going to be?

An erotic romance with a sprinkle of vanilla BDSM

 

EXCERPT:

The lights were low and Marissa took a seat at an empty table close to the small group of people. Strategically placed, she took in the delicious sight that was Cade, only a yard away now.

Blue eyes, mmm, my favorite. Look at those lips, made for kissing, biting, sucking. She cast her eyes over his ass and thighs. She soaked up the sight of his handsome jaw line and her eyes flicked to his groin, where she assessed the hang of his suit pants and licked her lips at the promise of a big cock. Holy hell, he’s gorgeous. I’d like him on a collar and leash waiting for me to slap his ass and fuck him senseless. I’d like to slip a blindfold on him and run a feather over his cock to see it jerk to life. I’d like to tie him to a chair, suck him almost to orgasm, and then leave him to beg for release. Wonder if he’s dom or sub?

As Marissa considered Cade’s preference, he turned and looked straight into her eyes.

A huge stab of sexual excitement throbbed in her pussy. With her clit buzzing, she leaned a little forward to smile at Cade.

He looked away.

Marissa saw him gaze around the room. She watched as his shoulders slumped.

The room was large and divided by obvious walkways. A small dance floor held writhing couples, dangerously close to each other, some half-naked. Doms occupied the tables with their Subs in various scenes, all taking their pleasure without concern. Other Doms sat in the low leather lounges watching. It was all much the same as usual. One Dom fucked his Sub from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, and the other gripping her jaw turning her face to kiss and bite her lips. A Sub straddled her Dom, her hands held high above her head tied with a satin ribbon, as the Dom took his fill of her breasts.

Marissa heard his growl.

“Don’t you come until I say you may … I want you across the table. You’ll come on my fingers and then my cock. Do you understand? I might have to punish you again.”

The Sub’s whispered answer must have been to his liking. He kissed her tenderly.

Marissa looked away. Her pussy creamed and a sigh of appreciation escaped her. Marissa loved sex. She liked to be in control, although she’d scened with a Master, a friend, when she needed release. Her role in The Club was as a Domme, but she was vanilla, the specialist in helping newcomers. Everything she did, she designed to bring maximum pleasure to her Sub whilst simultaneously taking it herself. She enjoyed the control she wielded. It suited her to be the one with the power, and in her mind, the choice to walk away.

The Club had been open for more than a decade and was considered one of the best in the country. Safety was their priority, that and pleasure. To Marissa’s knowledge, no one left The Club after seeking a niche there and never came back.

Marissa found her gaze straying back to Cade.

He stood awkwardly by the table where Jack finger-fucked his current Sub. She laid back with her legs wide apart, her dress up around her waist, and her wrists tied over her head with a blue satin scarf. If she’d worn panties to visit The Club, there was no sign of them now.

Marissa watched the Sub squirm, whimpering for release.

Jack shook his head. “Not yet, sweetheart, I’m enjoying your lovely pussy. Your cream’s running down my palm. I’m going to lick it up and then I’ll think about letting you come. Are you enjoying showing my guest what a good girl you are?”

The Sub murmured, her breath hitching as Jack bent and thrust his tongue into her pussy.

“Yes, sir, it’s exactly how I hoped it would be.”

Marissa’s pussy drenched her panties. She licked her lips.

Cade lurched around and took a step toward her table.

He looked unseeing right into Marissa’s eyes, the expression on his face a glaze of pure confusion, and then he passed by heading to the bar in the corner.

Marissa watched him take a sip of the iced water he’d ordered, then she too got up and walked away from that part of The Club where sex soaked the air with erotic perfume, and the sounds of orgasm played havoc with her own desires.

Copyright Elodie Parkes, Evernight Publishing 2015

 

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BACKGROUND TO THE STORY:

I was asked to write a story for an erotic romance anthology. Almost immediately I had my character, Cade, form in my head and a love story for him, but then I was informed the anthology would be BDSM. I thought I’d have trouble with the genre, but the editor of the proposed anthology said, ‘give it a go’. I began to adapt the love story in my mind for the character Cade, thinking I’d have to consider the plot for a short time, but only a few days later the anthology was cancelled. By then Cade was so real to me and a story with a sprinkle of the genre, BDSM, was firmly in my mind, so I wrote it.

The story is much longer than I originally thought it might be, especially when it was going to be for an anthology, and the romance conflict arc is now about both Cade and my heroine, Marissa. As usual, I fell in love with my characters and couldn’t stop writing until they reached their HEA.

I did a little research for this story because I didn’t know much about the type of club Jack, Cade’s friend, takes him to. Once I no longer needed to place emphasis on dominance and submission, the story unfolded easily, interweaving with the original love story I had for Cade when he first began whispering in my ear.

With scorching hot love scenes, tender moments, a dash of angst and a splash of humor this is Cade’s journey to love again.

I hope readers enjoy it.

 

FIVE QUESTIONS FOR THE AUTHOR:

Elodie Parkes is with me today, as she celebrates the release of, Rescuing Cade, from Evernight Publishing.

Hi, Elodie, welcome to the blog. I have five questions for you today. They’re hopefully different from the usual author interviews you do.

Hi, it’s great to be here. (Smiles)

  1. Tell us a secret about your books, anything that springs to mind as long as you’ve never told anyone before.

Yikes, that will blow the secret, then, huh. (Grins) Okay here we go. This is scary. It’s not about my new release, Rescuing Cade, from Evernight, but about, Candle Magic, my Dec 23 release with Siren. In my stories there’s always the tiniest part of truth from either my life or from some real life situation and I never tell anyone.

In Candle Magic, my heroine, Simi, tells Jason, my hero, about her family. That part is a truth and it’s about me. Jason is part spirit, part angel made human through the magical connections Simi has triggered by finding a candlestick and buying old candles from an antique shop.

 

AUTHOR BIO:

Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal, fantasy, or suspense. Her books are always steamy. Her tag is, Cool stories: Hot love scenes.

Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.

Elodie writes for, Evernight Siren Hot Ink Press Eternal Press Secret Cravings Ra Jones Anthologies Side Street Cookie Publishing

She has also released titles as an individual indie author.

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Stalking the Pharmacist by Tamsin Baker

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Stalking the Pharmacist

By Tamsin Baker

Book 2 of the Perfect pairs series

MFM shifter contemporary erotic romance

 

Blurb:

On the surface, Ashleigh had it all—money, a great career, and a successful husband. But behind closed doors, life wasn’t so pretty. Now she’s free, and determined to never let herself be vulnerable again. So when she gets an invite to her cousin’s wedding, she jumps at the chance to get away. The small town nestled at the base of the Rocky Mountains seems like the perfect place to unwind and start forgetting about her abusive ex-husband. The last thing she expects to see is her beloved cousin Laura marrying two men, and to find herself irrationally attracted to a pair of twins.

Scientist Scott and football coach Jack are a perfect pair of mountain lion shifters who made the horrible decision when they were young to break from tradition. Each married a woman who made his life miserable, rather than search for their destined mate. Now in their forties, they’ve all but given up on finding their mate—until they see her. All the signs show that Ash is their true mate. Jack is eager and ready to chase, but Scott’s scars run deep. Will they be able to overcome the past and create a new future?

 

Excerpt:

“Hey, Aunt Rosalie. Congratulations on finally marrying those two off.”

Jack kissed the woman, and Ash gulped air into her lungs. What on earth had happened outside when Jack and his twin, Scott, had touched her? It had been like they’d reached inside her and attached electrodes to her soul, shooting pleasure into her belly and destroying her ability to hold her own body weight. If Jack hadn’t stepped forward when he had, she would have ended up on the ground, a pulsing mess of sensations.

“Yeah, well they had to wait for the right woman to come along, didn’t they, Jack?”

Something almost stern in Rosalie’s tone snapped Ash’s attention back to their conversation and she watched a slash of red color Jack’s handsome face.

“Yes, they were much smarter than I.”

Oh, so he was married? He wasn’t wearing a ring, although that wasn’t a given for all men. Divorced, then? Or had he let someone go?

Rosalie turned back to her, blue eyes glowing with warmth.

“Jack have you met Laura’s cousin Ash? She’s a pharmacist from Toronto.”

Ash’s belly tightened as Jack’s sparkling ocean-blue eyes met hers, a smile tilting up his full lips.

“I did, outside for a moment, though I didn’t realize she was a pharmacist.”

Ash swallowed the lump that had risen in her throat and straightened her shoulders. She could do this. Conduct a conversation with a man she couldn’t keep her eyes off.

“What do you do, Jack?”

He grinned at her, that smile lighting its way down into the pit of her belly, pulling on an area between her thighs that Ash had believed had died a long time ago. After her ex-husband had done such a good job of destroying her self-esteem, she hadn’t thought a man would ever truly appeal to her again.

She squeezed her thighs together and almost gasped at the jolt of longing that just being so close to this man brought her. She’d never believed in lust at first sight, but this had to be it!

“I’m a football coach for the local high school. I played pro ball for a few years after college.”

Ash’s blood cooled like the heat had never been. He said that with such arrogance, as though it was actually impressive! She frowned and looked away. What was the easiest way of escaping? Maybe say she needed to go to the toilet?

“Oh, that’s nice. Would you excuse me? Rosalie, could you tell me where the bathroom is, please?”

Jack’s eyes went wide and his mouth fell open slightly.

Yeah, I’m not impressed by the fact that you can kick a bloody ball around, buddy.

She smiled at Rosalie and tried to ignore the odd pain in her gut. Why would she want to stay and talk to a footballer, for God’s sake? Thick as a brick and more focused on his body than anything of importance.

Rosalie’s eyes widened as though she were shocked by Ash’s reaction, but Ash wasn’t budging. How stupid did they think she was to fall for the charm of a philanderer? Ash waited for the information she’d requested, smiling as sweetly as possible at her hostess.

“Head down the hallway there, and it’s the third door on the left.”

Ash gave Jack a half smile and bobbed her head. “Nice to meet you.”

She turned on her heel for the second time in ten minutes and headed off in the direction Rosalie had sent her.

The house was incredible. The ceilings were high and the rooms were spacious, yet had that cozy home feel that only special people managed. She stopped outside the bathroom and stared at the framed picture on the wall. It was of Tyler and Brandon, about fifteen years earlier. They were lanky and their noses were too big, yet their smiles were exactly the same. Cheeky and oh-so-charming. Her cousin was a lucky woman, indeed. Assuming of course they didn’t turn into the arrogant pigs most men could be. Though judging by their mother, they’d be skinned alive if they did.

“I love that photo.”

Rosalie had snuck up behind her and poked her nose over Ash’s shoulder.

Ash turned and smiled at the proud mother. “My cousin seems very happy, Rosalie. I’m so glad she’s found someone…ah…” Laura was sorta married to both of them, right? Ash had read the invitation wrong and turned up two hours early. She’d been shocked at first to see two grooms surrounding her cousin, but Laura’s happiness had been so evident, it was impossible to judge her harshly.   “I mean, men who will look after her, love her.”

Rosalie swiveled so she was blocking Ash’s escape into the bathroom, her abundant figure beautiful in its feminine shapes.

“She is, but so are they.”

Ash nodded. “I don’t know your sons at all, but I do know Laura. That woman is a gem.”

Rosalie crossed her arms over her impressive bust and looked at her with intense eyes. Ash cocked her head at the older woman.

“Is there something you want to tell me, Rosalie?”

Rosalie’s beautiful eyes were troubled as she worried her lower lip with her teeth.

“My sons are a perfect pair. Which means that they are perfect compliments to each other, in both looks and personality. Pretty much think of it as your perfect man, divided into two.”

Ashleigh laughed, the bubbles spreading through her belly and out. She had to cover her mouth with her hand, she was so loud.

“Well, in my experience that would be the only way to get a halfway decent man.”

Rosalie frowned at her, and Ash stopped laughing. That was probably too much information for a woman she barely knew.

“Jack and Scott are a perfect pair also, so please don’t dismiss Jack because you think he isn’t educated enough. He has a college degree, but chooses to spend his life educating young men about the strength of their bodies. Scott is a scientist with the government, he chose a different path.”

Heat seared a path up Ash’s neck and blossomed across her face. The tone Rosalie had just taken with her could only be called chastising, and she was feeling it right down to her sickened belly.

Guilty as charged.

“I don’t like football, or footballers, Rosalie. I have just endured a very nasty divorce, so please excuse my rude behavior. I’m not interested in anyone, especially two men who…”

She trailed off, her cross-referencing brain pulling together fibers she wasn’t sure she should.

Two men! Oh my God!

She took a breath and stared directly into Rosalie’s blue eyes, seeing the truth there before she even asked the dreaded question.

“Rosalie, do all perfect pairs marry one woman?”

She placed her hands on her hips and barely stopped herself from tapping her foot when Rosalie looked down for a moment.

Then the woman looked back up, her mouth tight as she nodded. “Yes. They are designed to find one perfect woman for them.”

Oh God, no.

 

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Filthy Marcellos: Lucian by Bethany-Kris

Filthy Marcellos: Lucian
Book
One in the Filthy Marcellos Trilogy
Genre:
Contemporary, Erotic Romance, Organized Crime, Suspense
Length:
98k, full length
Release
Date: February 2nd, 2015
Blurb:

Lucian Marcello is aware of the expectations following him as the oldest son of one of North America’s most infamous Cosa Nostra Dons. Family in his world is more than blood and sharing a last name. It’s the honor, respect, business, and the life. Being a Capo is just a stepping stone until it’s time for him to take on the role of underboss but a chance meeting with her could be the one thing he’d risk it all for.

She is exactly what he didn’t know he was looking for.

Jordyn Reese spends her time trying to stay under the radar of a man who wouldn’t think twice about killing her. Unwillingly affiliated with a dangerous MC gang, her life is dominated by the men surrounding her and her future rests solely in how useful she can be for them. The last thing she needs is some Mafioso gaining her more unwanted attention from the club.

He is everything she should stay away from but can’t.

Notoriously violent when it comes to getting what he wants, Lucian will stop at nothing to make the target on Jordyn’s back disappear. But sometimes the worst threats are the ones you can’t see until it’s too late. The truth behind Lucian’s history is about to take center stage in more ways than one, and it’ll either save him … or kill him.

This world leaves everyone a little filthy.

 

Out of the corners of his eyes, Lucian did see part of her bare shoulder and the black curls hiding her face, though. It wasn’t so much the amount of flesh she was showing as it was the peeks of what looked like a cherry blossom tattoo crawling over her shoulder and dipping down her back where it disappeared from his sight.

“Hello, guys. I’m Jordyn. I’ll be serving you tonight, or something close to it. What’ll it be?”

The sultry tone of her voice was something Lucian and his body noticed the moment she spoke. It was almost like a mixture of innocence and experience, if that were possible. She didn’t sound entirely bored, but she didn’t sound like she was in it to win it with her job, either.

Dante looked to his father, his earlier comment about not consuming the drinks being silently said again. Antony must have took note.

“A bottle of Jack, unopened. Four—” Antony stopped up short, his lips tugging down into a frown as he passed a glance towards Gio. The youngest brother certainly didn’t need to be drinking tonight. “Make that three glasses. We’ll pour.”

Leaning forward was the worst mistake Lucian made since waking up that day. He certainly hadn’t expected to see her again. At least not in a place like this. She was on his mind all damned week, those eyes of hers, cream-like flesh, and a mouth that just at the sight alone, make his own water.

What’d she call herself? Jordyn, was it?

Merda.

Shit was right—he was in so much of it.

Suddenly, Lucian was not in the zone like he needed to be.

He was so incredibly fucked.

Also, Lucian realized he was right about his first assumption when he thought she had ink under her dress that day at the confessional box. Cherry blossoms started somewhere beneath the lace and leather bottoms she wore and trailed up over her side, before crossing over her left breast which was also covered by nothing but a lace and leather brassiere, and then curved over her shoulder.

There was another tattoo, too, but in the darkness, Lucian couldn’t read the scripted words.

Strangely, the immediate rush of possessiveness that flooded his veins surprised him. She was still so beautiful, like crazy. The more skin his gaze crawled over, the tighter his pants became. Lucian caught himself wondering what those blossoms would taste like under his tongue.

Yeah, he was not where he needed to be. This unknown woman knocked him off kilter and she probably didn’t even know it. What was wrong with him?

Unfortunately, his father seemed to realize his son’s abrupt change in posture and mood. “Lucian?”

At the sound of his name, the girl’s—Jordyn, he reminded himself—eyes flashed to meet his in the corner, those dark lashes of hers blinking rapidly like she also didn’t believe what she was seeing. Lucian swallowed the thickness building in his throat. Thankfully, Jordyn didn’t act like they had ever met or seen one another before. She simply went on doing her own business.

“Unopened bottle of Jack and three glasses. Anything else?” she asked, avoiding Lucian’s piercing gaze.

“Yes,” Antony said, still watching Lucian closely. “The owner is Ron Daney, correct?”

Jordyn stood a little stiffer, her shoulders squaring. “I beg your pardon?”

“The owner is Ron Daney, Vice President of the Brooklyn chapter of The Sons of Hell,” Lucian said gruffly, trying to swallow back the huskiness forming. “We’re not ATF or the feds, let’s just be clear on that, sweetheart. Ron, he’s in tonight, yes?”

Jordyn nodded warily. “Always is.”

“Good,” Antony replied with a grin. “Send him a drink, whatever he likes. Do be sure to tell him it’s from a guest. Antony Marcello and his crew. Do not mistake my name when you tell him. Be sure to point me out so he sees me. Understood?”

“Got it.”

With that, the woman Lucian simply needed to glance at to turn his skin ablaze and his heart stuttering, was walking away.

She didn’t look back.

 

Filthy Marcellos:

La Cosa Nostra is not just a choice of regime and routine, it’s a culture. Born as mafia royalty, the Marcello brothers were raised ingrained with the beliefs and rules of what it meant to be a Mafioso prince. It is for life. Their status is considered a given right. They will always be these people. They will always be Marcellos.

 

Coming Soon
Giovanni, Book TwoGoodreads TBR
Dante, Book ThreeGoodreads TBR

 

Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to three young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time. Find her on Facebook, Twitter, her blog, Pinterest, Goodreads, or Amazon.

Evernight Holiday Hangover Blog Hop!

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Happy New Year from Evernight!

Now that the Christmas cookies are gone, gifts unwrapped, and your holiday visitors have left, you’ve earned some well-deserved TLC. Evernight authors not only have the cure for your holiday hangover, they have fantastic new books for your 2015 reading list, too!

Be sure to visit every stop on the hop and answer each question. The more blogs you hop, the more chances to win the GRAND PRIZE of an iPad Mini sponsored by Evernight Publishing (one entry per blog). Plus, hop each blog for a host of other fabulous prizes.

So sink into your favorite chair and enjoy your holiday hangover!

The prize on Lea’s blog: a copy of recent release The Perfect Shoot!

The Perfect Shoot is book one of the erotic interracial romance series Hot Model Mine, voted “Sizzling Read of the Month” for November 2014 at Sizzling Hot Books.

Surely, this story has to be every author’s fantasy: to meet the gorgeous cover model of your book! Erotic romance Andrea has had a secret crush on sex-on-legs model Yushka for a while, but when they meet at an author conference in Cannes and he insists on dating, she questions his sincerity – she’s not willing to have her heart hurt a second time, either. The problem is, the handsome young man just won’t take a no for an answer…

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Enter for a chance to win Evernight’s GRAND PRIZE of an iPad Mini and my blog prize by answering this question (be sure to include your email address to be eligible to win):

Book two of the Hot Model Mine series, Mine to Love, is currently in the making. What would you want to see happen between Andrea and Yushka?

Now hop on to the next blog – your Holiday Hangover continues here!

AMAZING!! The Perfect Shoot nominated for Sizzling Read of 2014

I can hardly believe the news – Sizzling Hot Books reviewed 300 books this year, and, out of all of these, nominated my erotic interracial romance with 9 others for the “Sizzling Read of the Year” award!

If you enjoyed The perfect Shoot (Hot Model Mine #1) and would like to give it your support, please go to http://sizzlinghotbooks.com/sizzling-read-of-the-year-2014/ and vote. Thank you in advance!!

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Fantastic 5-star review for The Perfect Shoot!!

“Set at an author conference in Cannes, this is the story of 38-year-old romance writer Andrea and her cover model, 23-year-old Yushka.

When Andrea sees him fondling the conference organiser she recognises him immediately. He’s the boyishly handsome model on the cover of her latest book. Andrea has spent the last 18 years single-handedly raising her twin boys, so she’s had little time for love.

When a crowded lift and a pushy friend pre-empts the introduction she’d planned for the Meet and Greet session, she feels like a teenager again.

The chemistry sizzles between them from the beginning, but she’s concerned by the age difference, and after waiting 18 years, the last thing she wants is a quickie in  a  hotel restroom.

The more they are thrown together at the conference, the greater the heat between them. As Andrea struggles to reconcile her attraction to a man only 4 years older than her sons, Yushka is determined to prove to her he wants more than just a one night stand.

When a steamy photo shoot turns dangerously realistic, Andrea can no longer fight the sizzling chemistry between them.

Packed with scorching heat and realistic emotional turmoil, this book is a must read with a satisfying happy ending.”

– A big thank you to Sizzling Hot Books!!

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The Perfect Shoot nominated for “Sizzling Read of the Month”!

Squeee!! My erotic romance The Perfect Shoot (Hot Model Mine 1) has been nominated for “Sizzling Read of the Month: November” with four other books.

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This is awesome news and very humbling for me, so if you enjoyed reading my story and believe it deserves the honor, please vote here. Thank you SO much in advance! 🙂

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COVER REVEAL for The Perfect Shoot!!

I’m so pleased to share this beautiful book cover with y’ all 🙂 It captures the hero and heroine in the hottest scene of the story, obsessed with each other yet deeply distraught while under the scrutiny of a gold-digging photographer. A big thank you to the Evernight team and Sour Cherry Design!

“When Andrea Johnson, writing as author Cindy Vega, signed up for a Meet & Greet with the cover model of her latest book, she didn’t expect sparks to fly. Yushka is dangerously goodlooking and too young for her. But their connection is instantaneous, and during a photo shoot with the two, the photographer picks up on their growing attraction. Seeing the potential for THE cover photo of the century, he decides to push their comfort limits…”

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