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Escape From Behruz by Judy Meadows- She Flees Into The Arms Of Her Lost Love #Spicy #SecretBaby #RomanceNovel

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ESCAPE FROM BEHRUZ

by Judy Meadows

Genre: Spicy Contemporary Romance

A trek through the mountains to Iran--with her baby, her puppy, her secrets, and the man she must never love.

Two years ago, abandoned, despondent, and pregnant, Olivia was pressured into letting her sister and her sister’s husband, the sultan of Behruz, adopt her baby and pretend he’s their natural child. Her sister died soon after the baby was born, so Olivia has been able to raise her son after all. The sultan lets her stay in the palace, but if she ever reveals the baby’s true parentage, he’ll make sure she never sees the child again.

Now rebellion threatens the country. And the baby’s real father, Rashid, has returned. He arranges for Olivia and the baby he doesn’t know is his to escape with him to Iran, traveling under cover of the nomad migration.

Can Olivia spend nights in a tent with Rashid without succumbing to the attraction that has always drawn her to him? Can she survive the trip without revealing her secret and without losing her heart to him once again?

When the meal was over, the women helped her put on her nomad costume. They wanted to do everything. Their hands were all over her, pulling at her sweater and trying to open the snap and zipper of her jeans. They giggled and exclaimed when they saw her small, pale breasts, but the biggest source of delight turned out to be her lacy briefs. She was relieved when they covered her with the new clothes.

“This reminds me of a wedding,” Fatima said when they all stepped out of the tent. “When a Qashami girl gets married, the women all help her dress in her wedding clothes and then they escort her to her husband’s tent.”

Walking toward the tent of her “husband,” Olivia felt like a bride. The mantle framed her face and fell down her back like a bride’s veil, and the long skirt swayed with every step. Rashid stood in front of the tent talking to Saddiq. He was wearing a long shirt and a wool vest like those worn by the other men. Time stopped for several heartbeats when his eyes fell on Olivia. He seemed to straighten up, to become taller, and everything about him became very still.

She met his gaze boldly. The petticoats swished around her legs when she walked. She felt the swing of her arms, the sway of her hips, even the slight bounce of her breasts. All the women stood behind her, waiting for Rashid’s reaction.

“Spin around again like you did for us in the tent,” Fatima whispered to Olivia.

Rashid’s nomad clothes made him look primitive and very male. His eyes were intent on her, like the eyes of an animal watching its prey. He was motionless except for a slight quivering of his nostrils.

Olivia lifted her arms slowly, and the women stepped back away from her. Then she began the pirouette. She moved as if in a trance. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. But still the skirt rose, its colors blurring as she spun, and she felt dizzy and flushed when she stopped. She gave Rashid a smile that came from some new knowledge.

“You are a temptress,” he said in English. His eyes were dark pools that beckoned her to tempt and be tempted.

“The ladies are waiting to see what you think of their handiwork.”

He stepped toward her and reached his hand up to touch her face at her temple. Then he slid it down until it cupped the nape of her neck. A shiver of response rippled through her, but she didn’t move.

“She is very beautiful,” he said in Farsi. “The costume is perfect. She is perfect.” He kissed her lightly on the lips. The speculations and remarks of the nomads hushed. A crow cawed in the distance, and then it was silent too. She was mesmerized. She felt possessed.

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MIDWIFE IN BEHRUZ

End of 2017

Laila’s trip to Behruz, her father’s country and home of her early years, is meant to be one last adventure before she joins her dreamboat fiancé in Texas. But Behruz casts a spell on her. Her knowledge as a midwife is needed there. Serving women’s health in a country where no one talks about “such things” presents interesting challenges.

Majid, a doctor trained in the States, has returned to Behruz to serve his people. He’s ready to settle down, but because of old family wounds, American women are forbidden to him. That’s no problem until Laila walks into his clinic—with a sassy smile, a jar of semen, and a blond fiancé back home.

I grew up in Minnesota but now live in a small town in Oregon with my husband Jim. I’m a mom, grandma, wife, gardener, cat-lover, nerd, and traveler.

I’ve had a few different careers, starting with work as a systems engineer for IBM after college. Then there was my “earth-mother” stage. Jim and I had a farm in northern California where we raised kids (one of our own and several foster kids), apples, Asian pears, and raspberries. When we retired from farming and moved to Oregon (when we should have been done with the parenting thing), we added one more child, a 10-year-old girl adopted from a Russian orphanage.

Next, when our new daughter was settled into the family, I became a doula and childbirth educator. (See www.doulajudy.com and www.mexicanmidwives.com) During 20 years of working as a doula, I helped 460 women in labor.

During a sabbatical from career number one (computers), I spent a year in the Middle East, traveling and camping in a Landrover. Later, Jim and I spent a year and a half in Iran working as computer engineers on a project that was meant to modernize the Iranian phone system (but was interrupted by the revolution). I based the fictional country of Behruz on Iran and Afghanistan as I knew them back then, before war and political turmoil altered both countries.

Now, at last, I’m fulfilling a lifetime dream by writing. My second romance novel, Midwife in Behruz, which will come out at the end of 2017, draws on my experience with childbirth. I’ve just started plotting the final book in what will be a trilogy of stories set in Behruz.

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Redz World Reviews: #BDSM Five Stars! Joy To His World #RomanceNovel #MMF #SpecialForcesDom

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"I love the addicting writing style Ms. Dargin has. There is chemistry and character connection that makes me want to know more and stay invested in her character's happiness..."

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Book Spotlight: Claimed by Two Masters by Claire Thompson-They Fell In Love With The Same Girl #BDSM #RomanceNovel

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 21 Jul 2017 10:00:00 +0000

Featured Book Spotlight- One Submissive. Two Masters. Three Hearts. A BDSM Connections novel...

Blurb

Shea O’Connor has a secret. Beneath the façade of a proper, vanilla young lady lurks a dirty girl who dreams of whips, chains and a Master to claim her. When she finally gets up the courage to explore her darkest fantasies at a local BDSM club, her world explodes with possibilities, including submission to not one but two sexy Masters.

Steve Hartman and Zach Wilder are more than just best friends; they are sensual sadists, sharing a dungeon where they train women in the art and passion of erotic submission. As they initiate Shea into the world of BDSM, peeling away layer after layer of shyness, modesty and resistance, Shea is not the only person experiencing soul-level transformation. Steve and Zach’s cardinal rule of keeping their hearts out of their training is sorely tested.

Each new experience draws Shea deeper into a world of intense D/s that leaves her breathless and longing for more. The trouble is, relationships can get complicated, especially between three. The last thing either guy expected was to fall in love—with the same girl.

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Bio Claire Thompson

I've been writing for nearly two decades, and have published over 60 novels. I write BDSM romance and non-con abduction tales, spanning both m/f and m/m genres. My love affair is with all things D/s (Dominance/submission). My work began as a romantic exploration of the BDSM lifestyle, and then veered somewhat to the darker side of fantasy.

I love delving into the dark psyche of a twisted mind, and gaining insight into what might motivate such a person to do what they do. I don't create all black and white villains and heroes, but rather strive to develop real, complex and flawed human beings. I don't want to simply provide an erotic thrill or evocative description. I seek not only to tell a story, but to come to grips with, and ultimately exalt in the true beauty and spirituality of a loving exchange of power.

My darker works press the envelope of what is erotic and what can be a sometimes dangerous slide into the world of sadomasochism. Ultimately my work deals with the human condition, and our constant search for love and intensity of experience.

Personal Website and Publisher Romance Unbound Publishing- https://romanceunbound.com/en

Wicked Takeover by Tina Donahue-She Owns Everything In The Place Including Him #BDSM #RomanceNovel #EntangledScorched

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 20 Jul 2017 09:50:00 +0000

She’s just inherited a tattoo parlor…and the hunk who comes with it.

Available for Preorder - Releases August 7

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Blurb:

Lauren’s in a helluva mess. Not only has she lost her corporate HR job, she’s just inherited Wicked Brand, a struggling West Palm Beach tattoo parlor…along with the virile dude who runs it. Lauren’s full-figured, sorta pretty, and wanting him badly. Dream on. She’s here to sell the place as quickly as possible for some much-needed cash and score a new position in the corporate world.

Dante’s sinfully hot with a killer smile and beautifully inked biceps. He sees the heat in Lauren’s eyes despite her conservative appearance, recognizing the dynamite woman she could be if she’d just loosen up and have some wicked fun. Dominance and submission. Making love in a public place. Having her lush body always accessible to and ready for his.

Unwilling and unable to keep their hands to themselves, Lauren and Dante turn to carnal games and seduction. Until lust turns to surprising need and friendship to something deeper that might just change their futures.

Excerpt:

“Are you here for a piercing?” He gestured to another wall filled with pictures. His biceps flexed.

Lauren wanted to touch them, feel their strength and heat.

“You can see what we offer in those photos. We also have binders of what we’ve done for past clients to give you an idea of what you might like.”

For someone who prided herself on her no-nonsense professionalism, she was having a hard time not drooling over his freaking arms. What was wrong with her? She knew better than to lust after a guy like him. That path only led to her nursing a humiliating rejection at best and a broken heart at worst. She tore her gaze from his biceps and looked at the photos he was showing her. “Do people really get their tongues tattooed?”

He grinned, showing perfect teeth. “You bet.”

“Why?”

He shrugged good-naturedly. “Why not?”

He wasn’t the least bit uptight. How Lauren envied that. “Have you?”

“Have I what?”

“Had your tongue tattooed? Or are the ones on your arms the only ones you have?”

His smile broadened. He spoke conspiratorially. “I have another, though not on my tongue.”

She hoped he hadn’t inked the prize behind his fly. His equipment had to be as awesome as the rest of him. No way could anyone improve on nature’s perfection.

He regarded her thoughtfully, his gaze warming her in places she hadn’t thought about in far too long. Easily, he took in her short blond hair, her clothes, and her features, including the small mole near her mouth. There, he lingered. A faint smile touched his lips.

Lauren’s throat and cheeks grew hot. With his approving gaze, too much desire rushed through her, making it difficult to breathe.

He flushed, too. “Let me get those binders so you can look through them.”

“No, don’t. Please. That’s not why I’m here.”

His dark eyebrows lifted. “You’re selling something?” He glanced at her purse and looked around her, possibly for an organization caddy stuffed with her product line.

“Uh no. I’m here to take over.”

“Take over?”

“Uh-huh.”

He looked lost. “As in what?”

“This place.” She gestured to the parlor. “I own this business and everything in it, including you.”

About Tina:

Tina is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work.

Three of her erotic novels were Readers' Choice Award winners. Another three were named finalists in the EPIC competition. One of her erotic contemporary romances was chosen Book of the Year at the French review site Blue Moon reviews. The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for one of her erotic romances. Two of her titles received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition. Another two won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years).

Tina is featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.

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#MidWeekTease This Sexy Human Has Turned His World Upside Down #MM #Shifter #RomanceNovel

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 19 Jul 2017 10:00:00 +0000

Hi everyone welcome to my #MidweekTease. Today's excerpt is from my untitled WIP. It's an M/M erotic shifter romance. The snippet for today features our hero Edmund and he is upset that this stranger that he has just met is about to turn his carefully organized life upside down. If you would like to read another excerpt from this story go here.

Enjoy....

My Inspiration for Edmund

Edmund loosened his tie. He laid it across the tie rack blankly staring at the wall in front of him. His bedroom suddenly seeming too large for one man. It lacked his mate. He closed his eyes and shook his head. What had looked to be a quiet evening turned into a beautiful nightmare featuring the most exquisite creature he'd ever seen. Hair the color of gold and eyes so blue they reminded him of an ocean. And his body so lithe, graceful and slender with skin the color of honey made him want to claim him immediately.

He groaned as his dick filled with blood. Aroused by this stranger, his wolf growled surprised by his response. He'd purposely isolated himself for years not wanting to partake of the cares of the world only bothering to do the barest essentials in caring for his land. His people were not starving and peace abounded though not a joyful one but it was there nonetheless. He did not need this human coming here and rocking the status quo.

“My Lord,” Gudrun said entering his private chambers. “It seems our guest did not fancy our meal.”

“Perhaps our food is too rich for his system.”

“I'm not so certain of that,” Gudrun said while setting out his night clothes. “I've seen quite a few of them eat succulent meats with the thickest of cream sauces poured all over it.”

“Yes, but were any of them as frail looking as our guest?”

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Under a Mating Moon by Celia Breslin-They Are Meant To Be #RomanceNovel #BlackHillsWolves #MF

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 18 Jul 2017 10:00:00 +0000

Blurb:

British Alpha wolf Jake Matthews spends his days among humans, pursuing a lucrative music career and avoiding his pack’s politics. When his current DJ tour takes him to the US, he stops in Los Lobos to visit family, and runs into the one Wolf he never wants to see again—the mate who rejected his claim.

While visiting her brother in Los Lobos, free-spirited Lexi Luparell is shocked to encounter the Wolf she’d denied when they were teens. Now she must face her guilt for the cruel way she spurned him all those years ago, make amends, and admit the truth. Jake was right all along—they’re meant to mate.

Lexi would love to explore the mate concept and her overwhelming attraction to virile, alpha Wolf Jake, but he wants nothing to do with her. How can she break down his defenses when she’s the reason he built them in the first place?

Jake dates only human women now. Lexi had her shot at being his mate, and she threw it away. But when her life is threatened, he may have to rethink his position and do whatever it takes to claim his one true mate.

Excerpt:

A billion butterflies battered Lexi's stomach. She shifted her attention from Ross to the piano. Sure enough, the music had stopped, and Jake faced her from his seat on the bench. Man oh man, the heavy stare from those sky blue eyes sent shivers skittering down her spine. His gaze held the same intensity she remembered from him as a kid, as if he saw into the heart of people, exposing their deepest secrets. It had driven her crazy back then, and she'd spent much time teasing him, pulling his hair, trying to distract him from being so serious all of the damn time. They were teenagers—partying was supposed to be their sole focus.

With his ice-blue stare locked on her, Jake rose to his feet, all taut muscle and predatory power. His energy swept over her like a tsunami, forcing all of the moisture to abandon her mouth while parts much lower wept with want. Her inner Wolf howled, answering the call of this Alpha, the first Dominant male ever to make her sit up and take notice. Holy crap. Her muscles shook with the need to bound over to him, jump in his arms, wrap her legs around his torso and writhe against his hard, hot, tattooed body.

Jake said something to his uncle then stalked straight at her, cutting a path right through the middle of the tables and the many, too-curious patrons.

A whimper escaped her throat.

Surprise sparked in her brother’s brown eyes.

"You're kidding me. Him?" He burst out laughing. "Wow, sis, that's some major, big-time irony right there."

Darci’s expression conveyed her bewilderment. "Now what are you two talking about?"

Her annoying brother grinned. "See that angry Alpha headed our way? My sister here rejected him when they were teens and he's apparently her—"

Lexi socked her brother in the ribs. "Shut it, Ross."

"Ouch." Ross rubbed his side and chuckled at her plight. The jerk. "Come on, Lexi, you have to admit the hilarity of the situation."

No, she did not. Nor did she have to admit that J-Bird was right all those years ago. He was her mate. O to the M to the G…. They were mates.

Even so, he didn't look happy to see her at all. In fact, he looked positively enraged. Shit, shit and triple shit. What a mess she'd made eight years ago. Well, she was woman enough to pull on her big-girl panties and fix it. She straightened her spine and lifted her chin in challenge, meeting Jake's stormy stare. He halted before her.

I can do this. "Hey J-Bird. Nice to see you." Lovely. Her voice sounded like she'd eaten the gravel from the lot in front of Gee's bar. Embarrassment heated her cheeks.

One breath, two breaths, three…. J-Bird glared. Tension coiled between them in the silence. Lexi bit the inside of her cheek to avoid babbling at him. She'd said hello. It was his turn. Damn it, J-Bird, say something. He wasn't making this easy.

"Alexina." His arctic tone dismissed her and slapped her in the face at the same time, leaving her disappointed and confused. No one called her by her full name. No one except her parents when she'd done something wrong as a kid. He might as well have said, "Screw you," while slamming a door in her face.

His focus shifted to her brother. "Hello, Ross. Been a while." His hand shot out to grasp her brother's in a cordial shake.

"Good to see you, Jake. Join us for lunch? My treat. We can catch up on old times."

"No, thank you. I'm done. Nice to see you again, Ross." Jake nodded at Darci. "Miss." He brushed past them and out the door.

"What. Just. Happened?" The, “I'm done,” he uttered in his delicious British accent seemed aimed more at her than at her brother's offer. And the fact he hadn't even looked at her before stalking out all sexy in his gloom and doom? Yeah, that hurt.

"I think you know, sis." The amusement left her brother's face and sympathy glimmered in his gaze. "Question is, what are you going to do about it?"

She'd never run from a fight in her life. She wouldn't start now. "Grab a table. I'll be back in a second. Or not."

She ignored her brother's knowing grin and hurried out the door.

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About the Author:

Celia lives in California with her husband, daughter, and two feisty cats. She writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance, and has a particular fondness for werewolves, vampires, and the Fae. Her award-winning vampire series - The Tranquilli Bloodline - is available from Champagne Books. Under A Mating Moon is her second of three werewolf stories (and a stand-alone read) for Decadent Publishing’s multi-author, shifter line: Black Hills Wolves.

When not writing, you’ll find Celia exercising, reading a good book, hanging with her family, or indulging her addiction to Joss Whedon’s TV shows and movies.

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Freedom in Chains by Ann Raina- Being His Domme Filled Her Dreams #BDSM #Futuristic #RomanceNovel

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 17 Jul 2017 10:00:00 +0000

It’s the story of Julian, convicted for drug-dealing, who serves his crime working for Kyra, who slowly but surely finds out that she likes the convict. Her neighbor, Oliver, is quite a help on the way and not really neutral…

Blurb

Boston, 2021. When Kyra Jennings, a young and successful business woman, decides to give Julian Bithrell, a sentenced convict, a second chance, she does not know that he will meet her most secret desires in bondage games.

However, at the same time an unknown assassin tries to claim her life and the convict seems to bear a threat of his own. Will Kyra solve the mystery and save her life and her love?

Excerpt:

The moment Julian switched on the lawnmower, Oliver appeared on his rear porch, stretched like a cat and yawned. Dressed in robe and house slippers, he came over to meet Kyra on the porch. His gaze went down to sleeping beauty.

“Mornin'. You found Gregory?” Oliver took a deep breath and listened to Kyra's explanation then nodded.

“Okay, I follow as far as the hunk taking in my boy, but…” He looked up and squinted. “Can Mrs. Bickerham look into the kennel without, say, binoculars?”

“Nope.”

“I thought so. Tricky old lady, she is. Is there another mug of tea for me? I mean, only if there's one left.”

“Yes.” She went to fetch it and pressed the mug with hot tea in his hand upon her return. “Here you go.”

“Grumpy? Oh, you missed a part of the show, I see.” He squinted to watch Julian at the end of the lawn. “Is this swell of chest real or just a reflection of light?”

She did not answer that.

“Those nipples…” He squinted more and waited until Julian's bare upper body was closer. “Wow. They're just perfect. The size… Imagine nipple clamps on them and…”

“Stop drooling on my porch, Oliver!”

“This is like some frickin' show, you know, Kyra, when they show you all the muscled guys playing pool boy and such. And the real deal is just a harlequin from next door. But he's…very real.”

Julian was close enough now to see the nice partition of his chest, the washboard abs and the swell of biceps. Oliver gulped down some tea, but his eyes were glued to the convict leading the lawnmower.

“Goodness, yeah, yeah, turn around, yes.”

“Oliver…”

“Oh, okay, I know.” But Oliver did not stop watching and neither did she. Julian made a turn with the mower to present his backside. “Good in jeans, but—” He turned to her, frowning. “Why do you let him wear jeans for mowing?”

Kyra took a deep breath. Oliver was such a bad influence! She could imagine Julian too well without clothes. She wanted to perish the thought, but it returned in a loop.

“Do you think that Mrs. Bickerham is at her binoculars right now?”

Olivier laughed. “You mean after the demonstration of my domination over Gregory she'll wait for me to take down Julian?”

He wiggled his brows. “Nah, that would be your show, not mine.”

“Not mine, either. Locking up Julian in the kennel, yeah, right. Forget it,” she warned when he turned to continue the daydream.

“But just think of it.”

Unable to stop him, she sighed. Only with a gag. Oh, hell, he might like that.

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Freedom in Chains
Copyright © 2008 Ann Raina
Cover art by Martine Jardin

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About Ann

Writing… That’s one of the hobbies that has never left me, never stopped entertaining me and will, hopefully, never end to be exciting and new every time.

However, the way to become a published author took time and, yes, courage. It’s the decision to be brave enough to be judged by professionals if your writing is worth to be printed. The jump into cold water was rewarded by my first contract with eXtasy books in July, 2007.

Freedom in Chains was published on February, 1st, 2008.

The second novel, also a SciFi story touched with romance and BDSM, is also contracted by eXtasy books. Since it’s a long novel, the chief editor of the publishing house suggested to release it in three parts. The first one’s now available, the other two will follow in fall and winter of 2009.

I’m beyond 40, live with my family in Germany, full time working mother and wife, and live a really blessed and happy life. Maybe that’s the reason and the roots to writing nice… and partly not so nice books.

On Her High Horse by Lucy Felthouse- Chemistry Cancels Out Animosity For This Dynamic Duo #RomanceNovel #MF

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 16 Jul 2017 14:49:00 +0000

Do first impressions always last?

Blurb:

When veterinarian Brett Coulson and stable owner Samantha Hanson-Bishop meet, it’s hate at first sight. He thinks she’s a snobby, stuck-up bitch who wouldn’t know nice if it bit her on the backside. She thinks he’s a blundering, inexperienced little boy who shouldn’t be within fifty miles of her prized horses. But it doesn’t matter much—they’ll never have to see each other again. Or will they?

When fate throws them into the same room together at a charity fundraiser, the resentment between them quickly resurfaces. But mixed in with that resentment is something they both tried to deny… attraction. Will the chemistry between them cancel out the animosity, or were their first impressions just too powerful to change?

Note: On Her High Horse was previously published in the Coming in Hot Boxed Set.

*****

Excerpt:

There was a knock at the door. Brett looked up from where he was transferring hand-written notes onto the practice’s computer system—he hadn’t yet gotten comfortable with taking the iPad out on calls. He was paranoid he’d drop it in a cow pat, or worse.

“Yes, come in!”

One of the veterinary surgery’s receptionists—an efficient blonde called Natasha—sidled in, a wry expression on her face.

“Hi, Brett. I’m really sorry to bother you, but there’s a woman on the phone, and she’s being, um, rather rude.”

Frowning, Brett replied, “Who is it? And why is she being rude?”

Natasha blew out a breath and shrugged. “She won’t tell me what the issue is. Won’t even tell me what animal she has. She just keeps saying she’ll only speak to a ‘trained professional.’ I don’t know who it is, either. All I know is her first name is—”

“Samantha?” Brett supplied, his shoulders slumping and eyebrows raising.

“Uh, yeah. How did you know? Oh God, I haven’t gone and insulted one of your friends or something, have I? I didn’t mean to, honestly. It’s just she’s being a bit difficult…”

“Natasha, don’t panic. She’s no friend of mine. I’ve never even met the woman. Besides, if she was one of my friends, I’d be giving her a bollocking for being rude to one of my staff, wouldn’t I? Anyway, if it’s the Samantha I think it is, then she’s being very difficult, and you’re being overly polite. Andrew warned me about her.”

“He did?”

“Yeah. Bloody typical that she’d phone while he’s away. The man barely ever takes a holiday, and now he finally has, his most awkward client is on the blower. He damn well owes me one after this.”

“If she’s a regular client, how come I’ve never spoken to her before?”

Shrugging, Brett replied, “Dunno. Maybe she’s got Andrew’s mobile number or something?”

Natasha gasped. “But he never gives out his mobile number to clients. He’s very strict about that—always asks us to take a message and if it’s urgent, pass it on to him directly.”

“Yeah…” Brett scratched his head. “He didn’t say much about her, beyond that she can be difficult. Honestly, I was a bit distracted when he mentioned it so I wasn’t paying a great deal of attention. I wish I’d asked more questions now, but I never thought I’d have the misfortune of having to deal with her.”

“You haven’t, yet.” Natasha raised her eyebrows and jerked her chin towards the phone on his desk.

“Good point.” He gave a wan smile. “Suppose I’d better find out what she wants, hadn’t I? If she’s special enough to have Andrew’s precious mobile phone number, then I ought to keep her sweet.”

“Probably wise.” Natasha left the room, closing the door behind her, but not before Brett spotted the slight smile on her face. Relieved to pass on the bitchy customer to him, no doubt.

Taking a deep breath, he picked up the phone. “Hello, Brett Coulson speaking. How can I help?”

“Oh,” came the reply, “Brett. Ah, yes. You’re the other vet, aren’t you? Jolly good. Know what you’re talking about, do you?”

The woman’s accent was posh, southern. Like she’d been to a finishing school or something.

Gritting his teeth, Brett then pasted a smile on his face, hoping it would be apparent in his tone, despite the daggers he was actually staring at her through the handset.

“Yes, I most certainly do.” Should fucking do, after five years of training and the same again working in the profession. I’m not on bloody work experience here.

“But you sound so young.”

Glad she couldn’t see him, Brett rolled his eyes. Her problem obviously wasn’t an emergency, the way she was waffling on, time-wasting. “I’m almost twenty-nine, Mrs…”

“It’s Ms, actually. Samantha Hanson-Bishop here. So you’re still a baby then.”

“Is there something I can help you with, Ms Hanson-Bishop? Only I’ve a call to go out on in a few minutes.”

He couldn’t help the emphasis he’d put on the Ms. It could be construed as sarcastic, but it was still a damn sight more polite than anything he really wanted to say. Would she just get to the point already?

“Yes, yes, of course. That’s why I’m telephoning. I just wanted to make sure I was speaking to someone who actually knew what they were talking about. Clearly your receptionist doesn’t know anything about animals, much less my thoroughbred horses.”

Ah, okay, that made things clearer. The stuck-up, posh bird ran a stable. Now the haughty attitude made sense—she was entitled, bored, and thought she was better than everyone else. Wanting to defend Natasha—who was, in fact, very knowledgeable about animals, it being part of her job and all—Brett had to bite his tongue.

If the woman, however snobby and irritating, ran a stable of thoroughbreds, then she was no doubt bringing plenty of money into the practice. They were doing okay, but the loss of a big customer without a replacement wasn’t something they’d be able to sustain for very long. And word of mouth was very important in this game—he didn’t want her bad-mouthing him or the surgery.

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*****
Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller), The Persecution of the Wolves and Hiding in Plain Sight. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 160 publications to her name.

She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook.

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Tease by Penny Wylder-He Is Impossibly Sexy #BDSM #Dom #RomanceNovel

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sat, 15 Jul 2017 10:00:00 +0000

Welcome to Club Deep-- the hottest new place on the block.

Blurb

All your fantasies can happen here... but I had NO IDEA it was that kind of place when I applied to be a waitress.

I didn't realize until my first night, and by then, it was too late to back out.

Especially when I met my boss.

Cole Andrews... how do I describe him? Sinfully tempting, a living sculpture you just want to run your hands down. He's impossibly sexy and he can't keep his eyes off of me.

When he pulls me into a private room and shows me what he can do with his wicked lips, I know I'm in trouble.

Club Deep is like no place I've ever been.

The longer I work here, the more I feel myself changing.

Can I change enough to keep Cole interested in me?

Or will this club ruin me first?

Buy Link-https://www.amazon.com/Tease-Club-Story-Penny-Wylder-ebook/dp/B071KFL7KS/

#Spanking by Q. Zayne-He Fulfilled Her Secret Desires #BDSM #RomanceNovel #MF

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 14 Jul 2017 10:00:00 +0000

Blurb

Cleo discovers she can experience the complete fulfillment of her secret desires. She has only to ask.

A joking email from my favorite co-worker leads me to a naughty site.

Submission Island offers a free, all-expenses paid vacation at a Caribbean resort for qualified women.

It doesn’t seem likely the exclusive resort would accept a curvy, half-Egyptian, twenty-eight year-old with limited kinky experience. The application reads like a menu for perversion. I click off the Yes, No, Maybe activities and upload my most appealing lingerie photo. Hell, I need a vacation full of sex with no ties except the ones that get undone after a happy ending.

This time, I’ll go for having my erotic dreams come true.

Something happens when you face your deepest desires. You change. You can’t turn back.

I enter a labyrinth where I get to choose what happens to me.

I think a spanking will be safe.

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#BDSM Owned by M. Never-She's About To Be Owned And Mastered #BestSeller #RomanceNovel

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 13 Jul 2017 10:00:00 +0000

A Sizzling Hot Book From Best Selling BDSM Erotic Romance Author- M. Never...

Blurb

Ellie Stevens has lusted over Kayne Roberts since he first walked into the import/export company she works for a little over a year ago. As Expo’s most important client, Ellie has always kept a safe distance from the man with the majestic blue eyes - until temptation finally gets the better of her.

Impulsively, Ellie invites Kayne to one of Expo's infamous company parties her flamboyant boss is notorious for throwing. Unbeknownst to Ellie, the god in the Armani suit isn’t just the suave entrepreneur he portrays himself to be. Underneath the professional exterior is a man with a secret life, dark desires, and nefarious contacts.

In a hidden corner of a trendy New York City lounge, the spark kindling between the two of them ignites. Unable to resist the sinful attraction, Ellie agrees to leave with Kayne, believing she is finally bedding the man of her dreams. Little does she know when she walks out the door, she’s about to be Owned.

***Content Warning***
It has intense sexual situations, a Master/slave relationship, mild abuse, and some violence. Reader discretion is advised.

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Lost Faith by April Zyon-The Heat of Her Homeland Was Nothing Compared To The Touch Of This Man #RomanticSuspense #MF

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 11 Jul 2017 10:00:00 +0000

About Lost Faith:

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

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

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

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

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Teaser

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Roger that, Rogue.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Confirmed,” Ripper said.

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

* * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, you won’t,” she bellowed back.

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

Seduction and Kink Give These Lawyers The Pleasure They Need- Kinky Briefs Too by Seelie Kay #BDSM #RomanceNovel #ShortStories

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 10 Jul 2017 10:00:00 +0000

‘I can’t believe you wrote a dirty book!’

I am a former lawyer and a sometime journalist. I have more than 30 years of experience combining my legal and writing skills, working for law firms, bar associations, legal publications, and yes, even courts. I know the backrooms better than the corner offices, but it has been a living.

Writing a collection of short stories the revolved around the fantasies of a young lawyer toiling away in a law firm seemed to be a natural extension of my life experience. Yes, I kicked it up a bit, making the sex a bit more exciting and a bit more explicit than most would imagine lawyers were capable of, but lawyers are not only human, they also fall privy to the frivolities of the heart. They love, they laugh, and yes, they even have kinky sex. My stories are fiction embroidered with a window into legal world.

So when I completed my book, and it was accepted by a publisher, I expected my family and friends to be as excited as I was, and yes, I even expected them to be proud. Most were. Except for one individual, who shall remain nameless. She reacted with such disdain, such outright prudery, that I was left questioning my intentions for writing the book.

The completion of my book was a coming of age, of sorts. It was a declaration that nothing could defeat me. In 2002, I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis. The diagnosis was soul-crushing, but not unexpected. For years, my complaints about clumsiness and stiffness in my legs had been brushed off as arthritis. When I started falling without explanation, I began to push harder, and one morning, after I awoke and was unable to move, I threw down the gauntlet. I demanded an explanation from my doctors, and after some rather terrifying tests—I defy anyone to submit to a spinal tap and enjoy it—I was diagnosed with MS. Sometimes, when you have plans, God laughs, hard. The day before my diagnosis I had finally paid off my exorbitant student debt. I was planning a vacation somewhere warm to celebrate.

Unfortunately, I was suddenly a newly divorced mother with a young child, who had recently left the legal world to start her own business as a legal marketing and public relations consultant with a chronic neurological disease, one without a cure. I was terrified. I struggled through multiple treatments and medications, until finally, in 2008, I felt ready to move on with my life. My disease was considered “stabilized.” Then the fun began. For a variety of reasons, I was subjected to six surgeries in five years. I was literally in an anesthesia fog. I had been warned that it would take up to a year for each round to clear out of my body and mind, but the cumulative effect left me a mere shadow of myself. My mind was a big fat blank.

One day, I woke up and my mind was clear. I was churning with ambition and grand ideas. I wanted to write a book. For more than 20 years, I had been collecting information on my late grandfather, who had founded a notorious religious cult in Canada. I began writing. At the same time, for my own amusement, I began to write fantasies about lawyers in love, throwing in a little kink to spice things up. I never expected those stories to see the light of day. They were personal, a reflection of my experiences as a woman lawyer and all the frustrations that I witnessed firsthand.

However, after experiencing considerable frustration over finding an agent for the book about my grandfather, and never finding one, I switched gears. I knew the book was good and eventually, someone would embrace it as I had, but I was becoming a “query machine” and I was in danger of losing my passion.

So I decided to compile my short stories and shop them around. My idea was to offer a guilty pleasure, something that could be stuck in a purse or a briefcase for quick read on the train or during a break at work. When the book was picked up by a credible publisher, I was ecstatic. Finally, I felt like I had taken my life back.

So my response to that snooty little relative who reacted with such scorn: “Did I write a dirty book?”

Damn right. In fact, thus far I have written four!

When love and lust combine in the legal world, something kinky will happen, says Milwaukee author Seelie Kay, a former attorney.

Kinky Briefs, Too, a collection of short stories about lawyers, love, and law firm hijinks, was released by eXtasy Books today and is now available for sale as an ebook on the publisher’s website. It will soon be available as an ebook and paperback from major booksellers, including Amazon.com.

The book continues the theme of lawyers and other legal staff in love from its predecessor, Kinky Briefs, which was released on February 24. That book received five-star reviews from Goodreads.com, Amazon.com, and ManicReaders.com.

The collection of short stories in Kinky Briefs, Too provide a humorous, but twisted look at the inner workings of the legal world, from a mass torts lawyer determined to win the heart of a law student to the trauma of a courthouse shooting and the seduction of a paralegal by a billionaire in a romantic, but very public setting.

“Many stories are drawn from the headlines and combined with a touch of fantasy to provide a contemporary, romantic twist,” says Kay, who writes under a nom de plume.

She says her book is intended to be a guilty pleasure, something “to stick in your backpack, purse, or briefcase, ready for a quick peek during breaks and moments of leisure.”

Kay adds, “You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you might even blush, but one thing is for certain, you will never look at lawyers or the legal profession in quite the same way. Heck, this book might even convince you to apply to law school!”

Kinky Briefs, Too is available as an e-book at www.extasybooks.com and will eventually be sold by major booksellers, including www.amazon.com. It is the second book in a series.

Bio

Seelie Kay is nom de plume for a lawyer and journalist, the author of Kinky Briefs and the soon to be released Kinky Briefs, Too and The Garage Dweller. She is currently completing Kinky Briefs, Thrice. She lives near Milwaukee, WI, and can be reached at www.seeliekay.com or www.seeliekay.blogspot.com.

Mended Trust by Lynda Bailey- She Has A New Master and Mistress #BDSM #RomanceNovel #Menage

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 09 Jul 2017 10:00:00 +0000

Sometime Love Does Conquer All

Blurb

All Ford Washington wanted for was to marry his childhood sweetheart, Zoe, have a couple of kids and live a simple, yet happy life. Too bad Zoe had other plans. His wife leaving damn near destroyed Ford, but he buried his pain and forged ahead in order to care for his two young children. When he isn’t bartending at the Bluebird Saloon, Ford’s at home with Abel and Emery. Though being their dad gives him immeasurable happiness, Ford thinks it might be time to start dating again. And that’s when Zoe arrives back in Trustworthy.

Zoe Miller Washington knows her mind. She always has. She knows what she wants and she goes after it. Period. Like the time when, at the tender age of ten, she decided she’d one day be Ford’s wife and mother of his children. And she was. But a growing restlessness started to consume Zoe from the inside out. Something was missing, but she didn’t know what. Until she met Jenna. Then Zoe’s disquiet began to ease, though not completely. Now she’s back in Trustworthy to get the final pieces of her heart’s puzzle—her husband and kids.

Jenna Blakely is—most definitely—not a pushover. She’s a Top, for heaven’s sake, and a good one at that. However, from the moment she met Zoe, she couldn’t say no. To anything. Not to taking Zoe on a cross country trip, not to them moving in together, not even to showing Zoe the beautiful complexities of a Top/bottom bond. But when Zoe wants to return to Trustworthy to see her kids, Jenna fears there’s more to her request than meets the eye. Does Zoe also want to “see” her estranged husband and, if so, what will that mean for her relationship with Zoe?

Mended Trust is a BDSM, polyamorous romance which contains scenes of domination and submission, spanking, whipping, multiple sex partners and more. It is intended for mature readers only.

Adult Excerpt

She ambled over and trailed her hand along the quilt covering the bed then turned back to Jenna and Ford.

“I can’t believe you all did this without me knowing.”

Jenna walked toward her. “It wasn’t easy, but someone once told me nothing worth doing ever is.”

She cupped Zoe’s cheek. “Happy?”

Zoe leaned into her Mistress’s palm. “More than I can say.”

Jenna smiled. “Then that’s all that matters.”

She pulled Zoe closer and captured her lips. As always, her Mistress’s kiss was possessive and demanding. But there was something else. Something different. A promise. A promise of something…new.

Strong arms enfolded her and Jenna, pressing them tighter together. Jenna broke from Zoe’s lips and Ford took her place. Zoe sensed a changed in his kiss as well. It seemed more confident, almost…dominant. Her pussy quivered in anticipation.

He released them both, went to the dresser and extracted a blindfold from the top drawer. He gave Zoe a hard stare. “Come here.”

A shiver danced along her spine at his commanding tone. Head bowed, she moved to stand in front of him. In her peripheral vision, she saw Jenna settled on the bed, watching.

“Strip,” he ordered.

With shaking hands, Zoe tugged her t-shirt from her waistband and over her head while toeing off her tennis shoes. She dispatched her jeans and panties in one move, yanked her socks off then finally unclasped her bra. Everything landed in a heap at her feet.

Ford tsked. “Is that anyway to treat your clothes?”

“Oh…apologies.” Zoe knelt, scooped the bundle into her arms and stood. “Where should I put them?”

He handed the blindfold to Jenna. “This time, give them to me. But in the future, you’re to fold them and place them in the bottom drawer. Understand?”

“Yes…” Zoe chanced a glance up at him. “…um…what do I call you when we’re down here?”

“You’ll call him what he is,” Jenna interjected. “Husband.”
--

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About Lynda…

I have no doubt I was born a storyteller.

From making up tales as a kid which centered around my favorite TV shows to today, I love telling stories! Stories with handsome guys and spunky gals, that always…always…end with a happily-ever-after.

My romances are full of passion, with heat levels that range from hot to sizzling! I've been a finalist in numerous national writing contests, including RWA’s® prestigious Golden Heart® in 2010. As an independently published author since March of 2012, I ask you to join me for laughter, love and that all important HEA.

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Serena’s Prince by Ayla Ruse-He Will Give Her Pleasure Only If She Obeys #BDSM #RomanceNovel #Spanking

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sat, 08 Jul 2017 10:00:00 +0000

Hello Clare and thank you for letting me spend a little time on your blog today. I have out now a short retelling of a classic fairy tale of The Frog Prince. My story is called Serena’s Prince. It follows the same premise as the original—the young woman who has a “ball” that disappears into a pond. The frog who rescues the ball. The promise to keep the frog nearby. The killing of the frog. The frog turning into the handsome prince. The pair falling in love to have their happily ever after. Yes, that’s it in a nutshell (Note—the original tale does not have the kiss-a-frog scenario).

However, this story always struck a wrong cord in me. I mean, the young woman was cruel to the frog. How could he then turn around and fall instantly in love with her once he became a man? This stirred the idea of control, punishment and pleasure.

From this simple story and intriguing question, I created my own (BDSM) version of The Frog Prince. BookAddict from The Romance Room says, "(the) twist of each scene to become a smexy hot erotic D/s piece is what makes this story so good. (This is) a tightly woven tale with increasing sexual tension and lovely bondage scenes."

I hope you think so too. Below is a little snippet from the story. Enjoy!

A frog, a curse and a broken promise. Sometimes punishment can be its own reward.

Blurb

Serena never thought asking for help from a frog would result in her being naked and tied to her bed. She should be afraid. She should call for the guards. She definitely should not be… begging for more.

Prince Rennick needs to get his hands on Serena’s necklace -- the one item sure to break the curse that turned him into a frog. When an accident makes him temporarily human, he cannot help but use his dominant nature to bend Serena to his will.

What should have broken the curse turns into a desperate attempt to save Rennick’s life. As they try to find the key, Rennick demands much from Serena, but is she willing to surrender everything to this frog-turned-prince?

Excerpt (R):

“And the real Serena is coming out,” he said. She was not amused. “You are too innocent to understand why I left the bed. I’ve not been with a woman since the curse was put upon me. And I don’t like to rush anything I do.”

“But --“

“Do not interrupt, please.” He stroked her cheek. “I will love your body. I will give you pleasure such as you have never known, but the time will be spent as I dictate.”

“What do you --“

Her words ended on a cry as he twisted one of her nipples through her nightgown. “I asked you not to interrupt, pet. You will do as I say. You will not disobey, or you will be punished. You will not argue, or you will be punished. If I want you to lie here for the next two hours while I stare at you, you will not complain. Am I understood?”

Serena blinked. Was the man insane? “You’ve got to be kidding.”

He popped his hand between her legs, the stinging slap on her pussy at once painful and exciting. “I never kid, Serena. Yes, I will make demands of you, but trust me when I say the rewards will be well worth your obedience.”

His words warred within her. It sounded exciting, but scary. What if he did something she didn’t like? She was about to ask, but he’d moved and was untying her arms. Before she could register what he was about, he pulled her over his lap with her butt thrust up in the air.

“Hey, wait. What are you doing?”

He held one hand on the back of her neck, keeping her upper body pushed down toward the floor.

“You, my darling, are in need of a spanking. You were very unkind to me this week, and you’re showing belligerence now. I’ll serve you ten, and you must count them for me.”

“You can’t spank me!” she cried out, indignant that he thought he could do this to her.

He gave her bottom a sharp swat and she yelped, stilling under the unexpected strike.

“That’s better. Have you ever been spanked, Serena?”

“As a child.”

“Good. But just because you grow up doesn’t mean you outgrow the need for discipline from time to time. If you were to be with me, you would understand my word is law. If you disobey, you must be disciplined.”

“But –- hey, what are you doing?”

She squirmed as cool air hit the backs of her legs. Before she could take another breath, he’d yanked her gown up her body and down off her head. Her eyes stared at the pool of silk, now a puddle on the floor. Unfortunately, this was not how she’d expected to be naked with the man. She wiggled more, not giving up her attempts to get off his lap.

When he slid his hand over her bottom, however, her traitorous body went pliant over his legs. She couldn’t fight this. She liked the rough feel of his touch. She shifted, and her hip bumped his erection. His sharp intake of air told her he felt it, too. She smiled and tried to rub against him again, but when his hand struck her bottom, all thoughts of seduction fled.

“Ow!”

“No, that was one. Say the numbers out loud, please.”

“No, I won’t –-“

He slammed his hand against her again.

“You will say the numbers, or I’ll continue to spank you until you do. You’re to listen to me now, Serena.”

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Author Info

Handed a historical romance at young age, Ayla Ruse fell in love with love and with happy endings. Having grown up living life tasting a little of this and a little of that has not changed this attitude, but it’s expanded her views. Love isn’t always happy and it isn’t always the way a person “thinks it should be.” Sometimes it’s outside the box, and it’s always a challenge.

Ayla is a stay-at-home mother who also home schools three young men-in-training. In her free time, she loves the outdoors, reading, and exploring. She also loves to hear from her readers and can be reached through any of the following:

Website: www.aylaruse.com

Blog: http://aylaruse.blogspot.com

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William Mary and Percy - Four Short Love Stories In One Boxed Set by Adam Mann

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 07 Jul 2017 10:00:00 +0000

Romance, Passion, Adventure and Travel as a result of a take-over bid...

Who is Samantha and what happens to Percy?

Thief of Hearts by E.D. Parr-A Striptease Outside His Window Is Only The Beginning #RomanceNovel #MM

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 06 Jul 2017 10:00:00 +0000

I loved writing this story. Alex the fun, sexy hero thinks nothing of wandering around on tall buildings both in his day job and in his clandestine antics at night.

Lovely Blake has the wrong idea about himself. The scar on his face is a heavy load for him to carry but hunky Alex sees the beauty before him and falls in love with Blake.

There are some red-hot love scenes but behind them is a love story to make you smile.

Alex isn’t who he first appears to be. Love changes him as much as it lifts Blake from his self-doubt.

I hope that you enjoy their story.

Blurb:

Thirty year old, lawyer, Blake Aster gazes from his high-rise office window wondering if this summer he’ll find love, but deep inside he doubts anyone will ever want him again. He can’t forget the scar he has running the length of his handsome face.

Hunky, daring, Alex Ryan is cleaning the building windows. Struck by the mythical beauty in the Blake’s looks, fun-loving Alex sets out to get Blake’s attention. Maybe a striptease outside Blake’s eighth floor window will do the trick.

M/M erotic romance—contains gay male anal sex, oral sex, partner masturbation in the love scenes

Excerpt

He checked his coffee. Cool enough to drink. Kathy made the hottest coffee ever. It escaped Blake how she did it. He picked up his favorite stoneware mug and wandered to stare out at the day through the enormous plate glass windows of his eighth-floor office.

He cradled the mug in both hands. A weak sun filtered through dove-gray clouds. Blake longed for summer. Spring was cool and rainy this year. It echoed his forlorn mood most of the time. Summer meant he walked to work and sauntered home in the light evening, stopping to eat at one of the cafés, bistros, or restaurants along the way. Summer meant he might meet a guy in one of those places, if he was lucky. Blake sighed and drank some coffee. It was about time he met a guy and yet he lacked the confidence that anyone would ever want him again. I don’t have the heart to go to bars anymore, and I might run into John.

Lost in reverie, and shielded by the noise reducing double-glazing of the building, he didn’t hear the approach of the suspended scaffold containing the window cleaner. The cradle appeared before him on the other side of the glass and a gorgeous guy stared right at Blake.

Blake’s heart pounded. He had no idea why, except that the young man’s eyes were the bluest he’d ever seen, and the smile that slowly spread over the window cleaner’s face contained undisguised appraisal.

Blake took a step back from the window. He’d moved too quickly and some coffee lurched out of his mug. He shifted sideways to avoid it splashing his pristine white shirt. With a murmur of annoyance, he glanced at the young man on the scaffold.

The blue eyes held mirth, twinkling at him from the deliciously handsome face. The smile became a moue, and the window cleaner gave Blake a hands-out shrug.

Blake read the whole gesture as sympathy, but far from it helping him, he felt like a fool doing a dance of surprise and desperation. He looked down at the dark wave shape on the carpet made by the coffee and sighed. Am I so lonely that the sight of a handsome man turns me into an idiot? Yeah…

In an effort to gain control, Blake dared to lift his gaze to the man outside. He’d expected water to smear the glass, but the guy hadn’t made any effort to clean the window so Blake had a clear view of the striptease the window cleaner engaged in. He lifted the t-shirt he wore at the hem and in a tantalizing move slid it up his torso.

Blake’s mouth watered at the sight of the smooth, muscular chest on display. The man’s jeans rode low and Blake followed the V of his slim hips into the frayed top with greedy eyes. Blake caught his breath at the bulge in the front of the blue pants as the man thrust his hips a little taking the t-shirt over his head before he dropped it beside him onto the cradle floor.

Blake stared in open appreciation of the broad shoulders and muscled arms before him. A sigh escaped him. This man gave him butterflies. Blake’s cock stirred as the guy leaned close to the glass and blew him a kiss. A smile spread over Blake’s face as happiness took him over. He didn’t even care if the guy was mocking him. He allowed himself to enjoy the show.

Copyright E.D.Parr 2017 Evernight Publishing

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#MFRWBookHooks-His Desire To Protect His Submissives Was Blinding Him #BDSM #RomanceNovel-Joy To His World

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 05 Jul 2017 10:00:00 +0000

Hi Everyone,

Today's selection is from my recent release Joy To His World. It's a BDSM, menage, mmf, erotic, contemporary romance.

Let me set the scene, Chris, one of the MC, is a Dom with a problem. He suffer's from PTSD and because of this he is always concerned for the safety of his subs.

God, I miss them so much. I wish…I tried to protect them…

His eyes burned as tears formed then ran down his cheeks.

I’m so sorry. I promise I will never let that happen again.

He dragged in a deep breath and wiped his brow with the back of hands as the agony receded and transformed into concern for Nate. His husband needed him, too. In spite of Nate’s tough exterior, he was a tender man who depended on him for safety.

Shit. Get a grip.

He opened his eyes and forced himself to regain his composure. There was no way in hell he would let Nate down. He stood and glanced at his watch. He hadn’t heard from his husband since before he left for work. Yeah, so Nate was in the suite across the hall. It still bugged the hell out of him that he had yet to see his husband. Chris rubbed his forehead. His anxiety was getting out of control again. His desire to keep his family close was overriding common sense.

You’ll see him at lunch like you always do.

It sounded great, but his gut wasn’t having any of it. It told him to get over to Nate’s office right now.

To hell with it. “I’m supposed to trust my heart? Then, okay, I will. Right now my heart and gut are telling me to go check on my husband.”

He hurried out of his office and went past his secretary without a word.
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[Siren Menage Amour: Erotic Consensual BDSM Menage a Trois Paranormal Romantic Suspense, M/M/F, HEA]

Blurb

Chris Spinell, Jilly Reimers, and Chris 'Nate' Poole are happily married. Now, living in a small town run by The Love Play Matchmaking Service, Chris Spinell hopes his family is safely away from the possible dangers that come from living in a big city.

Jilly and Nate cherish the life they have with Chris. They even love the fact that he is their Dom. BDSM gives them the structure and sense of belonging they've always wanted. However, life in Minaqua doesn't give Chris the peace of mind he needs in order to quell his anxieties. The scars from his time in Afghanistan run so deep, Chris' PTSD will not allow him to escape the fears that his family is at constant risk for harm.

When a stranger comes to town seeking to harm Jilly and Nate, Chris' protective instincts are put to the test. Will he deal with this reasonably, or will he do whatever it takes to defend his family, including breaking a solemn oath?

A Siren Erotic Romance

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Risking Her Heart by Laura Haley-McNeil: Loving Her Will Heal His Soul And Open The Door To A Buried Secret- #RomanceNovel

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 05 Jul 2017 10:00:00 +0000

A novel of suspense, revenge and a love so deep that it can only be released through forgiveness.

Blurb:

Hollywood producer Trent Parker has one goal – to own the film option for the breakout novel Sunset in Maui. His problem? Actress turned producer Charisse Whitloch. She’ll do anything to produce the film. Trent can stop her, but not without getting close to her, a bond he can’t risk.

Charisse has found the film project that will prove she’s her own woman – not her father’s daughter. One person stands in her way – Trent Parker. She’s faced opposition before, but she isn’t prepared for Trent. Her charisma has softened Hollywood’s hardest hearts, but is she a match for Trent’s heart of stone?

Trent’s defenses against Charisse crumble - loving her will heal the darkness in his soul and open the door to a secret he buried long ago. When Charisse is threatened, she and Trent face her adversaries. They piece together a plot more sinister than any Hollywood movie, but the key to their survival lies in Trent’s past – the key that will lead to Trent’s destruction.

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A Little Insight From The Author...

How did you get started writing?

I have always written. I love expressing myself through the written word. I love words! I love word images and word feelings. Language is an amazing gift and words can create amazing feelings and visuals. In high school, I took a creative writing class and knew I had found my niche. My parents, however, directed me toward a more secure career, but I never forgot my love of writing. I have tried off and on over the years to have books published which was so difficult I gave up all hope of ever being published, but then I discovered self-publishing and that really clicked for me. I was so glad that I could actually have a book published and I was publishing the book the way I wanted it to be.

What genre(s) do you write in and why?

I write romantic suspense because I love romance and I love mysteries. I love strong heroes who know what they want and know who to get it, and I love strong females who can stand against anyone. I especially love it when they stand up to the hero and the dilemma is between saving the day or saving the relationship. Saving the day may be the only choice but then what becomes of the hero and heroine? You have to turn the page to find out.

Tell us about your current series.

During the summers, when I was young, my father would take us to the mountain ranch where he grew up. We loved it there. We loved riding horses and fishing and hiking. Those summers were special to us and when I was trying to decide on a series, I thought a ranch would be the perfect setting. I tweaked it a little bit and added the Arabian horse training, and then, of course, each book has romance and mystery.

What is your next project and when will it be released?

I’m working on two projects right now, which is a little nerve racking. I sent the manuscript for the sixth book in the Crystal Creek series to my editor and received her comments back the other day, so now I’m going through the manuscript trying to decide what I want to change and what I want to keep. I hope to release this book by the end of the summer. I’m also participating in a boxed set with twenty other authors. This boxed set will be released in November. My contribution will be a novella but it will introduce my next series. Also set in Colorado, this series focuses on college graduates as they make their way into the world. I’m very excited about that and can’t wait to release it.

Tell us about your hero. Give us one of his strengths and one of his weaknesses.

Trent Parker came from nothing, but was never one to settle. He climbed his way up the Hollywood ladder starting with walk-on parts while he waited tables and shoveled asphalt until he had enough money to start his own production company. At last, he has everything he wants: He owns Hollywood. Everyone A-list star wants to work for him. But he doesn’t have one thing - the option for the breakout novel Sunset in Maui. Charisse Whitloch owns that. He’ll do anything to get that option, but he can only do that be getting close to Charisse. If he does that, it will destroy him.

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Crystal Creek Series

Guarding Her Heart Book #1

Crystal Creek Christmas Book #2

A Ring Around Her Heart #3

Steeling Her Heart #4

Risking Her Heart #5

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The Boxed Set Is Available too...

Crystal Creek Boxed Set Books 1 – 3

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Bio

Laura Haley-McNeil is an award-winning author of romantic suspense and women’s fiction in novel length and in short stories. Her work has been featured in several women’s magazines. She has studied piano and ballet and has been a board member for two community orchestras. She and her husband reside in Colorado. When she isn’t writing, she jogs, bicycles and crochets.

Anthem of The Sea By Thom Collins-Love And Murder? Not What He Expected #RomanceNovel #MM #Suspense

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 04 Jul 2017 10:00:00 +0000

An ocean of possibility. For love, revenge and murder.

Blurb:

Daniel Blake, a handsome young singer, boards the Atlantic Anthem in Portugal for the final voyage of her maiden season. The state-of-the-art ship is the jewel in the Royal Atlantic cruise fleet. For Daniel, a one-time boy band member and TV talent show winner, it’s an honor to perform aboard such a vessel. Daniel loves the freedom and adventure of the sea. He began his solo career as a cruise ship entertainer and returning to the ocean as a headline act brings him full circle. He isn’t looking for love.

Neither is comedian Elijah Mann. Working at sea has given Elijah’s career the boost it desperately needed. Often considered too good-looking and sexy to be funny, work has been hard to come by since his TV show was canceled. With a potential new career opening up, he must remain focused. But when Elijah meets Daniel the attraction is mutual and instant. As the ship sets sail for England they have three days to get to know each other. Elijah can’t let that opportunity pass.

The voyage home is far from smooth. Also on board is a figure from Daniel’s past. A man who’s been holding a grudge for years, waiting for his moment. As a storm builds in the North Atlantic, Daniel and Elijah discover that the trip of a lifetime could be their last.

EXCERPT:

The taxi collected Daniel Blake from the hotel on time. He liked that. Punctuality, efficiency and professionalism—three things he valued in all areas of his career. Be on time and be prepared—that had been his motto since he was fourteen years old. Fifteen years later, he continued to live by it.

He helped the driver load his gear into the trunk. There wasn’t much of it. When on the road, he traveled light with just a medium-sized case, a holdall and a suit carrier. He’d arrived in Lisbon the previous morning, disembarking from a cruise ship, where he’d performed for two nights. His shirts would need washing and his suit pressing before his next show. There was plenty of time.

He gave the driver directions to his designated cruise terminal and climbed onto the back seat. Thankfully, the air conditioning was running. Though it was late October, the outside temperature remained in the mid-eighties and it wasn’t even eleven o’clock. Last night he had heard some of the hotel staff complain about the weather turning cold, but for a boy like him, born and raised in the northeast of England, these climates were well above average. Back home, this would be a hot day in June or July.

It was a short drive to the port. Early in the day, but the streets were busy. Three massive cruise ships were anchored in the harbor, discharging thousands of eager tourists into the city. British, American, German, Japanese, they scurried through the streets, clutching backpacks and maps, keen to explore as much as they could of the historic Portuguese city in the few hours they had here.

Daniel smiled at their faces as they zipped by.

Lisbon, his last stop before home.

The car arrived at the port and within ten minutes Daniel stood beside the gangway with his luggage, waiting for the necessary security calls to be made that would allow him to board the ship. The enormous vessel towered above him, casting a huge shadow across the dock. The Atlantic was one of the biggest and most spectacular cruise ships in the world.

There were a lot of criticisms for super ships such as this. He’d heard them described as floating shopping malls, grotesque monstrosities and budget hotels at sea, but for Daniel there was something quite majestic about the craft and its design, to say nothing of the engineering that went into the construction of such a huge vessel.

“Those things are so top heavy,” a jobbing magician once had told him in a bar. “I hear they roll right over in high seas.”

Daniel had laughed at the man’s ignorance. “And when did you last hear of that happening?”

The man had floundered. “I’m just saying that something so uneven can’t be safe, can it? You won’t ever catch me on one of them things. Mug’s game, isn’t it?”

“It’s your loss,” Daniel had told him cheerily. He felt safer at sea, even in the roughest weather, than he ever had on a plane. Motorways too. It might not be the quickest, but without a doubt it was the most luxurious and extravagant way to travel. He loved being at sea.

Waiting for the security guy to return with his passport, Daniel realized he’d drawn some attention. A slow stream of passengers was returning to the ship. They couldn’t have seen much of Lisbon, coming back already. Among them was an English family. While the parents lit cigarettes before joining the embarkation queue, the daughter, who looked around fourteen, stared directly at him.

“Hi.” He smiled. “Good day out?”

The girl was plump and pretty with wavy brown hair that fell around her shoulders. She wore a sweet, flowery sundress and red Converse shoes. She blushed as she realized she’d been caught gawking.

“Are you…? Oh, my God, you are, aren’t you? You’re Daniel Blake.”

He raised his hands in mock surrender. “Guilty as charged. Don’t shoot me.”

The girl nervously stepped forward, looking at him with wide, hazel eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m waiting to join the ship. I’m performing on board.”

Her jaw fell. “The Anthem? You’re coming on the Anthem?”

He nodded. He didn’t mind being recognized like this. Daniel was famous enough in the UK, but not so much that it ever became an inconvenience. His fame came from a TV talent show. The public had made him and he appreciated all the support he got.

“Oh my God.” The girl’s face became highly animated. “Mam! Dad! Come here. Oh my God, you won’t believe it. Daniel Blake. It’s actually him.”

Her bemused parents stubbed out their cigarettes and came over. They were an attractive-looking couple of around forty. The girl looked a lot like her father.

“I hope she’s not bothering you,” the dad said, looking cautiously between Daniel and his daughter.

“Not a bit,” Daniel assured him. “It’s a pleasure.”

“Daniel is going to be singing on the ship. Can you believe it? How cool is that?” She grinned a mile wide.

“Starting tomorrow,” he said. “Make certain you get yourselves a great seat down front. I can use all the support I can get.”

“I will, I will. I voted for you every week on The One. You were my favorite from the start.”

“So it’s you I need to thank for winning. What’s your name, sweetie?”

“Julieann.”

“Well, thank you, Julieann. Your votes changed my life.”

The girl blushed violently.

The security officer came back to escort Daniel onto the ship. Before boarding, he posed for photographs with Julieann and her family.

“The girls at school will have a fit when they see these on Instagram,” Julieann said proudly as they took a selfie together.

“See you at the shows,” Daniel said as he walked on board. “And don’t forget—front row. Be there. I’ll look out for you.”

“We’ll definitely be there.”

Once on board, he passed his luggage through the security scanner and was equipped with his sea pass ID, the plastic card that would enable him to move around the ship, access his accommodation and run a tab in the bars and shops. He was greeted on the far side of security by a young woman in a blue shirt and khaki shorts. Her soft blonde hair was tied back from her round, attractive face. She was vaguely familiar from his engagement earlier in the season. He checked her name badge to refresh his memory. Belle Hodges, entertainment crew, from South Australia.

“Hi,” Belle said cheerily. “It’s wonderful to have you back on board.”

She extended her hand and he shook it. “It’s great to be back. Honestly, I’ve been looking forward to this since I left in May. How has your maiden season gone?”

“Over too quickly and totally ace. I can’t believe it’s been that long since you were here. Yikes, the time has flown. Let me give you a hand with your stuff.”

“That’s okay. I can manage. Just point me in the right direction and I’ll find my way.”

Ignoring his protests, Belle took up the suit carrier.

“You’re in real luck,” she said. “You’ve been allocated a large stateroom on one of the passenger decks. Balcony and all.”

“You’re joking? Wow. Am I sharing with the house band or a football team?”

Belle giggled, wrinkling her nose. “Silly. You’ve got the whole place to yourself.”

“Seriously? What gives? I never get accommodation like that.”

Belle looked around cautiously and lowered her voice. “We had a family thrown off the ship in Gran Canaria so you’ve got their room. They caused a fight in the martini bar and punched an officer who tried to intervene. Captain Rassimov put them off at the next port. No second chances.”

“Good to know we’re in such firm hands.”

“Captain Rassimov is the best,” Belle gushed.

Daniel didn’t doubt it. He’d met the dashing captain on his last trip. Tall, dark, handsome and extremely charismatic, he sent hearts beating fast among the passengers and crew. If he wasn’t so straight, Daniel would fancy him too. Rassimov was the perfect man to master such a grand vessel.

Launched in May, with a rumored cost of over one-point-five billion, the Atlantic Anthem was coming to the end of its inaugural European season. It was the newest and biggest vessel in the Royal Atlantic fleet. Daniel had spent two nights on board when he’d performed a headline set on the maiden voyage. He’d worked for cruise companies all over the world, but he couldn’t fail to be impressed by the Anthem. It was billed as the ship with everything. From his own experience that was certainly true.

As he walked through the decks with Belle, his sense of excitement increased. The interior was truly splendid. Not a penny had been spared, from the lush carpets to the paintings and sculptures that graced every deck. Before coming on board, he’d read all the specs—about the spa and fitness center, two swimming pools and a solarium, the Royal Theater with nine-hundred-sixty seats, the bars—eight of them across the ship—the main dining room plus three specialty restaurants and a twenty-four-hour café. Several public entertainment areas were situated on Decks Four and Five around a jaw-dropping central staircase. Knowing all of that in advance, he still had been blown away when he’d came upon the ship for the first time. And he felt it now, all over again.

Only the most jaded, spoiled and hard-to-please traveler could fail to be inspired by the Anthem. They rode one of the glass elevators to the tenth floor where Belle led him down a long corridor to his stateroom in the forward section of the ship.

“Last time, I had an interior cabin in the crew quarters.” He laughed.

“Yep, that’s where they like to cram us in. But now you’ve got this.”

Daniel swiped his sea pass card to enter the room. A major step up from crew class, the room was bright and contemporary, to the standard of any good hotel. He had an enormous double bed all to himself and a sitting area with a long, cream leather sofa. There was a dressing table, minibar, TV, private bathroom and balcony.

“I hope I don’t get lost in here,” he joked, dumping his luggage by the wardrobe.

“As long as you’re on stage for your shows tomorrow night, no one will mind what you get up to in here,” Belle said.

“You can put your mind at ease on that count,” he said. “I’ve been performing since I was fourteen and I’ve never missed a show in my life.”

Belle left him to settle in. Daniel unpacked his clothes first and filled a plastic bag with stuff that needed washing immediately—shirts, socks and underwear. Another great thing about working on a luxury cruise liner—everything was to hand. If he left the bag out today, all the items would be washed, ironed and returned by tomorrow.

He went into the bathroom next, laying out his razor, toothbrush and skincare products. He brought everything with him when he traveled. Though he wasn’t particularly vain, it was important to look good in public.

He didn’t have to worry. At twenty-nine years old—five months shy of thirty—he was in prime condition. He’d never looked better. For years he used to hate the way he looked. Everything about him had been out of proportion, especially his face. Eyes, teeth, nose, chin, they were always too big. But throughout his twenties, the rest of his body had caught up. He’d filled out and gained muscle and his face, which had seemed so awkward in his teens, had developed an extraordinary handsomeness. He had a strong jaw with a cowboy cleft, while his mouth was wide and masculine. With sky-blue eyes and thick brown hair, he had become a good-looking man. Very good-looking. His confidence hadn’t grown to match his looks. A part of him would always be that skinny, peculiar kid. But only he could see it.

Finally unpacked, he relaxed and walked onto the balcony. He had a great view of the city and the people below, streaming like ants around the port terminals. Daniel took a moment to enjoy it all. He loved just about every part of the cruise experience.

Every ship, every voyage, was a new adventure.

The Atlantic Anthem promised a greater adventure than any other.

He couldn’t wait to get started.

LINKS:

Pride Publishing: https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/anthem-of-the-sea

Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2rvgeTr

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Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/anthem-of-the-sea

Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/anthem-of-the-sea-thom-collins/1126384702?ean=9781786515681

Thom Collins Bio

Thom Collins is the author of the novel Closer by Morning, with Pride Publishing. His love of page turning thrillers began at an early age when his mother caught him reading the latest Jackie Collins book and promptly confiscated it, sparking a life-long love of raunchy novels.

The novellas Gods of Vengeance and Silent Voices were published by Pride in early 2017, followed by the novel Anthem of the Sea, the first book in the Anthem Trilogy. He has recently finished writing the second book in a series and is working on the third.

Thom has lived in the North East of England his whole life. He grew up in Northumberland and now lives in County Durham with his husband and two cats. He loves all kinds of genre fiction, especially bonk-busters, thrillers, romance and horror. He is also a cookery book addict with far too many titles cluttering his shelves. When not writing he can be found in the kitchen trying out new recipes. He’s a keen traveler but with a fear of flying that gets worse with age. Since taking his first cruise in 2013 he realized that sailing is the way to go.

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Twitter: @thomwolf and @realthomcollins

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Given Time by E.D. Parr-He Ignites His Passion #RomanceNovel #MM #Contemporary

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 03 Jul 2017 10:00:00 +0000

Thank you for inviting me to your blog with new Evernight Publishing M/M erotic romance, Given Time.

I wrote this story intending to dedicate it to someone in the front of the book when the publisher asked if I had a dedication. In fact, I didn’t when given the chance, because it no longer seemed appropriate.

The inspiration for the story came last Christmas when I went to stay with friends in another county, but one that I know very well and have lived in. Just like Matt in the story I was shocked and deeply saddened when a much-loved celebrity suddenly died on Christmas Day. I’d followed this artist’s work for years and, because he was a musician, the lyrics and his songs had often lifted me from sadness.

Like many others I wandered off to the house the person lived and died in, which was just a couple of miles away in the next village. I sat in my car watching the parade of people placing tributes along the wall of the house.

The core of the inspiration came from seeing a lone man approach as fog descended on the long pathway. He was tall, slender, dressed stylishly from head to foot in black, and he carried a bunch of white lilies that he placed beside other flowers. His melancholy exuded from his elegant movements. The sight struck me and I couldn’t put it out of my mind as the circumstances surrounding the death of this musician was reported in the news for weeks.

I know a little about the deceased’s life and know sadness surrounding his love-life was often woven into his songs. I wrote the story for him … for him to have a happy ending. If that sounds weird, then that’s okay … he gave me, and still does, such pleasure through his music.

The story isn’t about a musician. It’s about life and love. There are a number of scorching hot love scenes in the story, which I enjoyed writing for the two heroes, Matt and Angel, who after hoping for love, finally find it.

Thank you to the unknown, gorgeous man who laid lilies outside the big old house.

Blurb:

Music video maker, Angel Starc is about to board a plane to Paris when he receives some sudden sad news. It takes him hurrying back to his childhood home after two years away, estranged from his older brother, Rory.

Angel is amazed and filled with guilt when that night he meets the only man he’s found romantically attractive in a long time. How can it be right? He should only be filled with sorrow, but gorgeous, caring Matt Loewe wraps him in a blanket of comfort and love that heals Angel’s troubled soul.

Delectable, artist, Matt Loewe, follows his hunches and his heart. He’s been looking for love and Angel ignites an addictive passion in him.

As the two men fall deep in love they provide each other with the care needed to come to terms with their past anxieties.

(Romantic erotica with HEA, warning, contains anal M/M sex, frottage, gay partner oral sex, partner masturbation, and explicit gay male love scenes)

Adult Excerpt

He kissed Matt, gently, soaking up the feel of Matt’s skin against his nose. He thrust his hips so that his lower body crushed on Matt’s and the unmistakable shape of Matt’s cock, hard and bulging in his pants met Angel’s cock. A low groan escaped Angel and he deepened the kiss, clinging to Matt, as his legs weakened and his heart pounded.

Matt pushed his arms around Angel’s neck, and Angel’s hands fell away from the grip on his shoulders. Matt’s murmur penetrated Angel’s haze of pleasure. “I can’t even think straight, but I know I want you naked in my arms.” He rained kisses on Angel’s mouth.

Angel pushed his hands between their bodies. He traced Matt’s erection with his fingertips and then cupped it in his palm, pressing against the fabric of Matt’s pants.

Matt’s groan on Angel’s lips sent a shock of desire through his balls. Angel opened Matt’s pants in a rapid move and thrust them down his thighs. He dragged Matt’s boxers down and grabbed his cock. The rock-hard column filled his fist and extended inches over it. He sighed out the pleasure the feeling gave him, kissing Matt hungrily. Angel’s cock strained against his pants and his stomach clenched so tight it made him breathless.

“Take off your clothes.” Matt’s urgent whisper teased on Angel’s lips.

Angel hurried to comply. He slid his hand from Matt’s cock taking with it the pulse of pre-cum that leaked from the slit. He licked his finger gazing into Matt’s eyes.

Matt gasped as he watched. He dragged off his jacket and pulled his tie from around the collar of his shirt. Practically wrenching the buttons from his shirt, he yanked it down his arms.

Angel gazed at him, taking off his jacket and shirt as he savored the sight of Matt’s muscled torso, and the way Matt’s perfect cock bounced as he moved. Matt was already naked and Angel went to him. He grabbed his ass and pulled him close.

“Fucking hell, you are so hot, and it’s been so long for me I might come just looking at you.” He kissed Matt.

Matt’s response made his cock jerk. The passion in his kiss scorched down Angel’s stomach. He escaped Matt’s lips with a groan and pulled off his pants, levering off his boots as quickly as he could.

Matt ran his hands along Angel’s ass. Angel jerked upright and spun around. Matt’s eyes darkened and he held out his arms.

Angel rammed his body on Matt’s and they crashed together, murmuring hoarse sounds. Matt’s cock rubbed on Angel’s and he rocked his hips so that the hard columns slid along each other. His chest felt tight as his lower body clenched with the need to come.

“I might fucking fall down if I don’t come soon.” He whispered…

Copyright E.D.Parr 2017 Evernight Publishing

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#SexySnippets-They Don't Own Him, I Do #BDSM #MM #RomanceNovel

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 02 Jul 2017 13:00:00 +0000

Hi Everybody! It's Sunday and for those of us in the States, Independence Day is only a few days away and for some a day off and a time to relax and celebrate. I hope my sexy excerpt will give you something else to think about as you go about your day...

Today's snippet is m/m, BDSM from my WIP book 3 in the Love Play Matchmaking Service series. It features Dane, an Afghan war vet (and friend of Chris Spinell- one of the main characters in the books one and two) who is a Dom and Noel, his partner and submissive.

Noel seems to have lost his way and Dane is determined to help him remember....

Enjoy!

My inspiration for Dane

Dane watched as Noel strolled to the entrance of the living room and stood quietly. He wore a pair tiny silver boy shorts that hugged his package in the most severe way. When they were home, Noel was only allowed to wear the barest amount of clothing unless he was sick, cold or when Dane told him to do otherwise. Unfortunately, his boy had forgotten that golden rule. Baggy cargo pants and a bulky sweater to cover that beautiful body of his was not allowed even if he did feel scrawny and unattractive compared to a few of the submissives he had lunch with earlier.

He wasn't owned by them, he was owned by Dane Anders. No one else. And if it Noel had to walk around the house naked twenty-four hours a day until he realized that he was loved and cherished by his Master, his Indero then so be it.

Dane went to his favorite chair and sat down. He glanced at Noel who walked quietly to him and took knelt on the floor beside him. His boy flushed red from his head all the way to his feet. He lowered his head and sighed.

“Don't mind pet,” Dane said returning his attention to Lawson. “He is learning a lesson in humility. Aren't you pet?”

Noel whimpered. Dane smiled knowing that it was a stifled plea for to be held.

“Yes Indero," Noel replied.

Dane motioned for Noel to approach. He longed for his boy's touch too but Noel needed to learn the value of truth. And one in particular that he was beautiful inside and out. Noel knelt beside him and looked at the floor.

Dane lifted Noel's chin with his thumb shifting his boy's gaze to meet that of his own. “If you are good, I'll give you something special.”

Namely the spanking of his life. Dane smiled wryly as a feeling of mirth and sadistic pleasure from the possibility of seeing Noel's bright red ass soon played in his mind.

Noel gave him a toothy smile and nodded rapidly. Dane withdrew his hand and returned his attention to Lawson.

"Be a good pet and return to your position."

Noel stood and went back to the doorway.

I know that was WAY more than the seven sentence limit but I had to show you more! I hope you liked it!

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Sold by Doris O'Connor-Being Sold Was Her Only Hope #BDSM #RomanceNovel #MF

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 02 Jul 2017 10:00:00 +0000

Thanks so much for having me on your blog with my new release Sold. This is book one in a new Vampire Series, The Vampire Games, where vampires of all ages find their curvy human heroines. Things are never straightforward at The Games, but kink, heat and ultimately love are always guaranteed.

I had such fun writing Atlan’s and Evie’s story and am knee deep in book two of this series, where you will meet Henri and Jo. For now, though, the stage belongs to Atlan and Evie and their journey.

As one early review said: A perfect mixture of a little drama, tenseness and growing love. Will Evie make Atlan realize that he can have love in his life? Get the book and find out for yourself!

[Siren Sensations: Erotic Contemporary Consensual BDSM Paranormal Romance, vampires, M/F, HEA]

Evangeline Prewitt has had better days, weeks, and quite possibly months. A rent increase on top of a huge car repair forces her to seek out her boss for financial help. His solution? Enter The Games.

Evie has her doubts about being sold off to the highest bidder—who would want a plump waitress?However, desperate times call for drastic measures. Besides, it’s only sex. What can possibly go wrong?

Atlan St. James seeks out The Games for a little distraction. This three-hundred-year-old vampire is drawn to the delicious human bundle of curves the minute he sees her. Evie will be his, at least for the night. What neither of them counts on is the instant connection between them. After all, sex is easy. Emotions are far more difficult to negotiate.

As far as Atlan is concerned, the only solution is to let his precious angel go.

Evie, however, will not be dictated to.

The game is on.
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STORY EXCERPT

Evie shifted, uncomfortable under Atlan’s intense gaze as he watched her eat. After that spectacular fuck against the kitchen counter, which had left her spent and breathless, Atlan had surprised the hell out of her. It had been enough of a shock to discover that he hadn’t bitten her that time because her orgasm had been just as intense as the ones she’d had the night before. He could have easily drained her dry, and she would have been none the wiser. The fact that he hadn’t, had taken his time to clean her up gently with a warm washcloth, before picking her up and depositing her at the kitchen table, and had proceeded to serve her dinner…well, a girl could get to love that treatment.

“You’re not eating?” she asked now, and he smiled at her over the red wine he’d been sampling.

“I fed well last night, my sweet, and while I can ingest food, I don’t need it. I don’t have to pretend with you, so I’m simply content to watch you eat.”

Heat rose in her cheeks, and an answering warmth spread between her thighs at his knowing look. Everything felt super sensitive down there, not helped one iota by the fact that she was sans undergarments. The pretty lingerie she had been wearing hadn’t fared too well in that impromptu fuck fest against the counter. His nostrils flared in that subtle way he had when he was sniffing her, and lord help her, she was soaking wet again.

Atlan’s grin deepened, and he picked up her abandoned fork, speared another morsel of the succulent chicken on it, and held it up to her lips.

“If you want me to fuck you again, you need to eat up.”

Evie dutifully opened her mouth and resumed eating with him feeding her until her plate was clear. There was something incredibly intimate about the act of being fed by your lover, and by the time he stopped she was a panting, horny mess, again.

“This is insane.” Her whispered words made Atlan’s fangs run out, and everything inside of her clenched in need.

“What is insane?” he asked.

Evie took a deep breath in and grasped hold of her wine glass instead of giving in to her hormones and straddling the man, demanding that he fuck her right here and now.

Instead, she took a deep gulp of the expensive red and shook her head.

“How is it possible that I want you again? I’ve had more orgasms over the last twenty-four hours than I had in the last year, and here—”

Atlan’s laugh cut her short, and she slapped her hand over her mouth, mortified at what she’d just said.

“Don’t be embarrassed. If that really is true, then the men around you must be blind fools.”

It was her turn to laugh, and Atlan’s brows drew together in a frown.

“I mean it. You’re a beautiful, vibrant, sexy young woman. You should have men queuing around the block to take you out.”

Evie shrugged and kept her gaze on the lines running through the wood of the table.

“No queues, I assure you. No one wants to take out the fat girl.”

Atlan’s furious growl shook the table. It should have been terrifying to see him like this. Right now, with his fangs fully extended, his amazing eyes a swirl of dark brooding clouds of gray, blue, and glowing yellow, he looked the epitome of all things evil. He also looked sexy as hell. Evie didn’t even try to justify her emotions, because deep down in that Atlan-sized shape he’d carved in her heart, she knew his anger wasn’t directed at her, that he would never harm her.

“That is the most fucked-up thing I ever heard, and believe me, I’ve heard all sorts of shit over the last few hundred years.”

His voice held that deep delicious growl that made her want to sink to her knees and beg him to do to her whatever he pleased. However, sex didn’t seem to be on Atlan’s mind at the minute.

“If you weren’t still sore from yesterday, I would pummel that gorgeous butt of yours until you see sense. You’re everything a woman ought to be. Soft, with curves in all the right places. No man wants to fuck a bag of bones and give himself friction burn, trust me on that, sweetheart.”

Evie blinked at the unexpected endearment. He still looked far too intense, and her heart turned over in her chest with all the pent-up emotions bubbling around in there, so she had to lighten the mood.

“You know how that sounds, right? You’re now discriminating against skinny chicks and—”

“This is such fucking bullshit.”

His snarled response cut her off, and before she could even blink he’d pulled her to her feet, flung her over his shoulder, and they were racing up the stairs at dizzying speeds.

She gasped in awe when he slid her down onto the floor and she realized where they were. On top of the house in his art studio. With the lights off and the shutters down, the night sky with its multitude of stars blinked down at them. The full moon hung in the middle of it all, heavy and blinding in its intensity, and it filled the space with an eerie, supernatural glow which added to the whole breathtakingly stunning ambiance.

Evie put her hands out and spun around in a circle, utterly transfixed by the spectacle of nature.

“Oh my gosh, this is beautiful.”

“Yes, it is.”

Atlan had lost his annoyed tone, and when she glanced at him, it was to see him watching her, not the scenery.

ADULT EXCERPT

She gasped and stopped talking when he cupped her pussy through the sodden lace and found her clit at the top of her hood.

“Not God, sweetheart, just your average three-hundred-year-old vamp at your service.” Atlan dropped his voice as she clenched her thighs, and her hips surged downward to seek more pressure from his fingers.

“You’re…oh, please, don’t stop…you’re three hundred? And oooh, I…”

Instead of answering her, Atlan caught her screech of surprise in his mouth as his lips crashed over hers at the same time as he pushed the underwear out of his way and sunk two fingers knuckle-deep into her clenching core. Her internal muscles grasped his digits, and he thrust in and out of her cunt while he kissed her senseless.

Evie didn’t hold back. She flexed her hips and whimpered her need into his mouth while kissing him back with the same fevered urgency he experienced. The buttons on his shirt pinged off in all directions in her haste to get him undressed. Her fingernails scored his skin, and the sweet pain made him lose what little control he had left. Atlan took over, wrenched his lips off hers, and flipped them so that she was underneath him. Having pinned her hands back above her head and secured them with the restraints attached to the headboard, he yanked her downward, so that all her bountiful curves were his for the taking.

Her eyes widened when he divested himself of the rest of his clothing, and he groaned in relief when his dick sprang free. Evie’s corresponding whimper of need and the way her gaze snared on his erection made him even harder.

“Oh. My. God.”

Evie licked her lips, her gaze riveted on the action of his hand as he stroked up and down his length slowly. He tapped her thighs in a quiet command, and when she immediately opened to him, displaying herself, he smiled.

“That’s my good girl. You’re so fucking wet already. Tell me, my angel, how badly do you want my cock?”

He gripped himself harder, ran his thumb through the drops of pre-cum coating his thick head, and used the natural lubrication to work his dick harder. Evie started panting and tried to close her thighs, but he was having none of that. He swatted her pussy once and his girl tensed and groaned.

“Please, I…”

Her reaction made him do it again, and again. Her eyes closed, her head thrashed from side to side, and each well-placed slap brought her closer to release. To see her writhing on the bed, so close to release, so utterly inhibited in her responses, made him ache to be inside her. Atlan gripped the bottom of his shaft hard to stave off his own release, as one last well-placed and much harder swat meant she tumbled over that edge with a scream to bring in the neighbors, had he had any.

Luckily his staff knew better than to intervene, and that was the last conscious thought Atlan had before he ripped off that sodden lace, which prohibited his view of her juicy pussy, buried his face between her thighs, and lapped up her need.

Grasping her luscious ass cheeks, he lifted her up and drank down her arousal. Evie didn’t disappoint as she locked her thighs around his head and rode out the multitude of orgasms he wrung from her. Atlan latched onto her clit and sucked that little hard nub into his mouth while he sank his teeth into her moist flesh. Evie went wild underneath him, the scent and flavor of her life essence mixing in with her cum, as she screamed her release. Atlan released his hold on her clit, licked the wounds closed, and tunneled his tongue into her clenching hole instead, while he took her arousal all the way back between her ass cheeks to that little ring of muscle guarding her other entrance.

He rimmed that tiny hole, as she tensed her hold around him and pulled on the restraints tethering her to the bed. By the time he breached her butt with his tongue, shoved several fingers into her pussy, and fucked her with his fingers, she flew again.

Atlan murmured his encouragement into her perspiration-soaked skin, as he licked a path back up over her quivering belly until he reached the heavy mounds of her breasts. Circling each nipple in turn, he bit down lightly, leaving his teeth marks on the soft tissue. Only when she started to whimper and plead for him to stop, did he align his aching cock with her slick entrance and thrust deep with a groan of his own.

Her quivering cunt muscles closed around him like a hot, wet fist, and Evie gasped. She arched her head back, offered her delicate neck for him to take, and without thinking about anything but the need to make this woman his, he sunk his fangs into her neck while he started to fuck her in earnest.

Evie screamed and shook as her blood filled his mouth and her pussy sucked him in deeper. Harder, faster, he drove into her soft body like a madman, intent only on seeking his own release, satisfied with the knowledge that she met him thrust for thrust, until they came together in a mind-shattering orgasm, which took over every atom of his body, as she convulsed under and around him.

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The Vessel by Nancy Fraser-Their Forbidden Desires Might Just Save His People #RomanceNovel #Scifi #MF

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sat, 01 Jul 2017 10:00:00 +0000

He’s a career soldier chosen to transport a government protectee to safety. She’s an alien princess who holds the key to the survival of mankind. What’s more dangerous...the possibility of kidnapping by lawless marauders? Or, their own forbidden desires?

Blurb:

A career soldier, Major Liam McGregor has been following strict military orders for over a decade. Considered one of the best by his superiors, it’s not surprising he’s the operative chosen for an assignment that, if successful, could save mankind.

Years earlier, chemical warfare left the women of earth sterile and the population is dwindling fast. The only hope for survival lies in the government scientists’ ability to successfully breed alien females with healthy human males. So far, their attempts have been mediocre at best.

Alora, second daughter of the House of Delawon, is their last hope. A government protectee since her family’s transport crash landed on Earth years earlier, she is the last surviving fempod from Tethys, one of Saturn’s habitable moons.

Together Liam and Alora must travel from the government’s safe house in what used to be the state of Colorado to Traverse City, the new capitol of the United Republic. Their route takes them through both safe and hostile territory.

What poses more of a threat? The lawless marauders who’ll stop at nothing to vanquish their prey? Or, the forbidden desires tempting the soldier and the alien princess?

Excerpt:

“According to what we were told by Dr. Williams, humans are very interested in the mating process, especially for procreation.”

“Sometimes,” he conceded. “Other times it’s nothing more than a tumble between the sheets.” He depressed the accelerator even farther and reset the cruise at one ninety. He needed to get them back to the main highway as soon as possible. This conversation was headed in the wrong direction, just as they’d been during the previous day’s storm.

Much to his chagrin, Alora wasn’t quite finished with the subject. “I accessed the databanks in Dr. Williams’ office to do some research on the mating habits of humans. After Fiona died, I wanted to see for myself if it was as horrible as she’d envisioned.”

“And, what did you find?”

“A lot of technical terms. None of which made sense to me.” She paused and drew a breath. “Fornication, for instance.”

He bit his lip, fighting back a chuckle. “Yes?”

“This is the word your species has given to the act of coupling between men and women?”

“One of them. There are other names for it.”

“Oh, yes,” she agreed. “I found those in the archives as well. There was...uh...coitus and copulation.” She tapped a finger to her forehead, struggling for more euphemisms. “Sex. I found that one interesting since it’s also the word used to define the difference between male and female orientation.”

“Let it never be said there aren’t many routes to the same end when it comes to the English language.”

“And then, there were the...uh...slang terms.”

Oh boy. Liam shook his head, drew a breath for calm, and waited. In an effort to avoid Alora’s take on slang, he asked, “What do you call the mating process on Tethys?”

“Simple. It’s referred to breeding. A term, I might add, once used on Earth when referring to animals.”

“The term was also used for humans in some cases.”

Alora sank back into the seat, released a long sigh, and turned her attention to the passing scenery. A few minutes went by before she spoke again. “Hump, screw, and fuck.”

Liam burst out laughing, unable to stop the welcome release. “You’re a quick study, Alora of Delawon.”

“May I ask you something?”

His shoulders rose and fell on a deep shrug. “I suppose.”

“How many women have done the fuck with you?”

He almost choked on a second round of laughter. “A few.”

“And, did you enjoy it?”

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Purchase Link:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B071FP7VDW/

Fun Facts:

The Vessel is written entirely from the hero’s point-of-view. The challenge of getting (and staying) in the hero’s head is one I enjoy.

Both the e-book and print version contains a map of the United Republic, along with dates of significance to the shaping of the story. (A jpeg of the map is available should any of the tour hosts want to use it.)

Author Info:

Like most authors, Nancy Fraser began writing at an early age, usually on the walls and with crayons or, heaven forbid, permanent markers. Her love of writing often made her the English teacher’s pet, which, of course, resulted in a whole lot of teasing. Still, it was worth it.

Published in multiple genres, Nancy currently writes for four publishers. She has published twenty-two books in both full-length and novella format. In November 2016 Nancy celebrated twenty years as a published author and will release her 25th book in mid-2017.

When not writing (which is almost never), Nancy splits her free time between her five grandchildren. She’s also an avid traveler with Las Vegas being her favorite destination. Nancy lives in Atlantic Canada where she enjoys the relaxed pace and colorful people.

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Website: www.nancyfraser.ca

Blog: http://nancyfraser.ca/wordpress/

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Dark Love Rising By Danita Minnis- Both Vampire Sisters Want Him But Only One Of Them Loves Him #RomanticSuspense #Vampires

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 18 Jun 2017 10:00:00 +0000

Blurb:

Former MI6 agent Xavier Quinn would say that you're daft if you think he will stop killing for a living. But that is exactly what is about to happen. Very soon now, Quinn will start killing to stay alive. On the run after taking out the wrong man, Quinn would die a happy man if he could just live long enough to ruin the Parliament member who set him up.

Layla, a 2,000 year old vampire with a moral code, has other plans for the contract killer. When she awakens to the sound of a dark rising, she enlists Quinn to join her on a mission to save humanity from her twin sister Tamara.

But Quinn is just the kind of man that a cold-blooded killer like Tamara needs in her world. A man like Quinn, who never believed in humanity, has only one belief; self-preservation. Being a vampire sounds much better than staying human in the game of kill or be killed. Will he stay alive long enough to find out how Layla's love can change the equation?

Excerpt:

The pounding came closer, harder, hurting her ear as she lay against the earth.

Something was running towards her. She could smell its fear. A human.

Layla’s predatory instincts rebounded in an instant. Before the conscious thought was fully formed in her mind, her arm shot out and grabbed the human’s ankle.

The human hit the ground with a surprised gasp as air whooshed out of its lungs.

Layla opened her eyes and watched a dark stare turn into curiosity.

“Let go of me!”

She grit her teeth at the harsh inflections of the woman’s strange tongue, but she would master it. She already understood the golden-haired woman who tried to shake off her grip. With her other hand, she touched the short halo of golden hair that spiked out of the woman’s head like a fierce helmet. She was Nubiti, a golden lady.

A large structure flashed in her mind. The woman’s home; she wanted to be free to go there. But Nubiti, the golden lady, would not live to see another day.

“Who are you?” The woman began to kick and scratch at Layla’s hands.

“Doo…not…fee-arrh…meee...”

Her vocal cords stilted the strange words even to her ears, with a rasping halt that sounded too deep to be human. The unused muscles in her throat needed exercise.

When the woman screamed and kicked her in the face, the stiletto heel lodged in Layla’s eye. Pulling the stiletto out of her eye, Layla was at once regretful. She would have to concentrate on a more suitable pitch. She had no wish to frighten the golden lady who would soon begin her journey to the underworld of paradise.

She crawled over the woman, rubbing the dark, glittering stones on her garment, which left most of her body bare. The stones were like stars in the night, shimmering as the woman struggled. The golden lady looked into the eye she’d ruptured with her shoe, her own blue eyes widening as the fissure closed. She stopped struggling and started keening softly.

“Nubiti…” The low rumble Layla emitted was meant to sooth, but she could not temper the power behind it. Unable to find calming words, she shook her head as the woman’s eyes rolled.

Gently, Layla touched the strange, blonde spikes on Nubiti’s head.

“Please, don’t hurt me.”

“Anubis waits for you.” Her tone now held the gentleness of a human’s, and she smiled. The triumph was brief as she felt the sting of envy where her heart had once resided, filled with life. Nubiti would meet the god who was the scout of all souls.

Long ago, she had been denied her meeting with Anubis, but she would not think of that now. She turned her attention to the woman’s skin. Her hand followed her lips to Nubiti’s translucent neck. Veins glistened in the smooth white column as the finest lapis lazuli. Reverently, she sank her teeth into the flesh, savoring her first drink after such a long slumber.

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Danita Minnis Bio:

Born and raised in the heart of New York City, Danita is a singer, writer and lover of romance. Her fourth novel, Dark Love Rising is her first vampire romance. She is the author of the ghostly love story Adderley’s Bride and the Cardiff novels, Falcon’s Angel and Love Entwined.

Mystery, mayhem, the fantastic and the fey are as intriguing as Siberian Huskies - shout out to the Khan Man. One more hour with her laptop and Danita is living the dream.

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