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Reverse Harem AND Time Travel? YES Please! SON OF THE MOON by Jennifer Macaire is out now!

 Son of the Moon
by Jennifer Macaire
A reverse harem / time travel novel
Sensual

'A fascinating glimpse into the Ancient World jam-packed with adventure and colour. Well researched, entertaining and intriguing.'

- Jodi Taylor, best-selling author of the Chronicles of St Mary's series

Alexander the Great journeys to India, where he and Ashley are welcomed with feasts and treachery.

With their son, Paul, being worshiped as the Son of the Moon, and Alexander’s looming death, Ashley considers the unthinkable: how to save them and whether she dares to cheat Fate?


Universal Amazon link:
getbook.at/SonOfTheMoon


The night was sultry,; the air like hot silk on our bodies. I spread a cotton sheet on the grass next to the tent and pulled Plexis down beside me. He was trembling, urgent, and I let him take me a first time, quickly. Then, when his breathing had slowed, I made him take me again, and this time we really made love. This time we shared our bodies and our desires, slowly, heartbreakingly, tenderly. I wrapped my legs around his hips and held him to me, feeling his orgasm calling mine, and I answered. I let myself go – - let myself be swept along. Our bodies slid and glided together. Sweat gleamed in the starlight. His skin was dark, mine light. I arched against him and let my body drink its fullfill. Then we lay still, and I waited until my tremors stopped. I sighed deeply. Goose bumps rose on my arms. Plexis leaned over me and his lips brushed my nipples. The yearning came back as sharply and poignantly as before. I moaned and opened my legs. His hands cupped my face as he soothed me. “Shh, shhh,” he whispered.Someone else knelt between my legs. Alexander. His eyes in the moonlight were fey. I met him halfway, and this time I didn’t hold back. We grappled like wrestlers, gasping and twisting, striving to immobilize each other. He was stronger than I, but I was supple and had never been wounded in battle. I knew all his weaknesses, every torn muscle, and each broken bone. His body was still magnificent, but it had its foibles, and I had the hunger of a she-lion. Under the swollen moon, I felt as if there were fire beneath my skin, as if my blood were electricity. He came, crying hoarsely in my ear. I felt his body jerking into mine, and I suddenly let all my muscles go loose, letting the storm take me as it would, giving myself to the yellow moon, to the hot air, to the monsoon clouds darkening the horizon. Alexander lifted me and carried me into the tent. He laid me on the bed and we slept deeply until dawn. The heat didn’t wake me for once. I slept the boneless sleep of fulfillment, a smile on my lips. Chiron woke me. I stood, stretched languorously, then looked at Alexander who cocked a satirical eyebrow at me. “Sleep well?” he asked.“Mmm, yes.” I grinned, then grimaced. “Ow, did you bit bite my lip?” He leered, “‘And a lot of other things.”Plexis rose and took Chiron from his hammock, holding him at arm’s length. “Is this smelly thing yours?” he asked me.“I’m afraid so,” I took the baby. “I’m off to the river to bathe. Who wants to come?”Alexander came with me to the river. Dawn was breaking. The sky was shell shell-coloured; pale pink and coral along the horizon, darkening gradually to the west. There were still stars faintly visible where the heart of India lay, still sleeping.

"You will call me Mistress." DON'T LET GO is now available! #Erotic #MayDecember #BDSM

Don’t Let Go Darkest Desires #1by Lynn BurkePublisher: Changeling PressKeywords:  BDSM, Silver Fox, MayDecember, EroticRomance, FemDom, Domme, Contemporary, Novella, Series
Troy Jenner’s ex called his desire to be dominated sick. Divorced, shamed, and stripped bare of his assets, Troy is gifted a three day pass to Monique’s, Baltimore’s elite sex club. He hopes to discover the depths of his desires, not fall for the Domme with a turbulent past in her eyes.

Barista by day, Mistress by night, Jaycie Atkins is the Domme assigned to fulfill submissive’s fantasies of pain with pleasure. To conquer her childhood trauma, she learned to be powerful and prudent. Always giving, never receiving. Always in control -- until Troy’s grateful groans after every whip of her flogger threaten to slip past her Domme defenses. The warmth in his eyes tempting her to trust him like no other.

Will Troy’s patience and persistence in breaking down her walls pay off, or will he be forced to accept the fact Mistress will never let go and give him the collar and second chance at love he longs for?
PURCHASE LINKS:  Changeling Press: https://www.changelingpress.com/don-t-let-go-darkest-desires-1-b-2751Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Dont-Let-Darkest-Desires-Book-ebook/dp/B07FN99TMPAmazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Dont-Let-Darkest-Desires-Book-ebook/dp/B07FN99TMPB&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dont-let-go-lynn-burke/1129107928Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/don-t-let-go-34iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/dont-let-go/id1413868467


EXCERPT:

I knelt in the middle of the dungeon-like room as I’d seen on the countless BDSM websites I’d been studying the past month, exactly like they’d shown us new subs at the introduction class the evening before. Butt naked, dick already at half-mast because I finally had the chance to explore the darkness inside of me that had killed my ten-year marriage.As CEO of a prominent software company, I took pride in my self-control and stoic nature. Being a bastard had gotten me up the rung to where I sat comfortably behind a glass desk with windows overlooking Baltimore’s skyline. It had also earned me a nasty divorce a year earlier when my ex-wife took over half of what we owned, leaving me with a broken heart and near-empty bank accounts. At least a constant work load since then had gotten me closer to where I’d been before she’d attempted to wipe me out.I studied my hands resting on my bare thighs. Springy hair tickled my palms. While the hair on my body remained a dark blond, the previous two years of hell had shot gray through the thick strands on my head and the scruff I couldn’t keep from lining my jaw.Forty-three and already fucking gray. Wouldn’t help my chance at dating -- if I ever got the balls to put myself out there again. I’d been celibate for over a year. Dead inside, unable to give two shits about anything but work, unable to get it up, too. I also didn’t have the energy to get involved, let alone think of dating.Familiar exhaustion tugged on my eyelids, and I let them close while waiting for the Domme the club’s owner had booked me with for the night -- Mistress Jaycie. A woman I’d never met, a woman I was going to let control me in whatever way she wanted.Time to give over. Time to explore my lust for pain and hopefully float into that mysterious subspace I’d been reading about.My dick twitched at the thought of pure, empty-headed euphoria.Would the Domme I’d been paired with have a heavy hand? Would she be beautiful? Did I even care? I just wanted -- craved -- submission, the type that would erase the shit in my mind for a while and maybe get my rocks off.My ex had been vanilla, same as I’d always been, and when I got the urge to introduce something new in the bedroom, she’d looked at me with disgust. Hell, I’d only suggested handcuffs and ropes, hoping she’d agree so we could eventually move on to what I really wanted.No such fucking luck.I breathed deep and exhaled my thoughts along with the lungful of used-up air. The silence coating the dim, private scening room at Monique’s club in downtown Baltimore soothed me. Even if it turned out the BDSM lifestyle wasn’t for me, I’d at least have gotten to experience a semi-hard dick again.A click sounded as the door opened, and I kept my head and gaze lowered as I’d been instructed in the class. Awareness crept over my skin like an electrical charge as heels clicked on hardwood. My heartbeat accelerated. The subtle scent of oranges hit my nose as black leather stiletto boots came into my line of sight.Hot as fuck. I bit back my groan as my cock thickened. I swallowed against sudden nervousness, something I hadn’t experienced since my teenage years.“Hmm…” she murmured. The boots rounded to my left, disappearing in my periphery. “On your feet, slave.” Her low, husky voice prickled my skin, bringing my dick to full attention.I rose with as much grace as I could, hands at my sides, erection sticking up close to my navel.A soft inhale tickled my ears as I straightened completely.I knew what she saw -- what she probably didn’t expect for a man teetering on the brink of the downslope from his prime. Daily yoga, running, and weight training kept my body looking the same as it had at twenty-five.Something tailed down my backbone and across the top of my ass cheeks, lacking the warmth of skin. Crop? Cane? The urge to know made me want to shift my stance, but I held still.She rounded to the right and stopped in front of me.From my height, most of her body came into view even though I kept my head lowered. The black leather of her boots hugged defined calves, stopping just above her knees. A good twelve inches of smooth, pale skin gave way to a tight leather skirt -- also black -- over flared hips, ending at her tiny waist. She held a crop in her right hand.My dick actually jumped, bumping my abs.I glanced up through my lashes, filling my eyes with the corset-cinched tits threatening to spill over the top. The milky-white globes set my mouth to watering.“You will call me Mistress.”© Lynn Burke 2018

ABOUT LYNN BURKE: Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.Website: https://www.authorlynnburke.com/Blog: http://authorlynnburke.blogspot.com/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Author-Lynn-Burke-555282497937461/Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorLynnBurkeInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/authorlynnburke/Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/authorlynnburkePinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/authorlynnburke/

#NewRelease FriYAY - ONE DAY EARLY!! A little #UrbanFantasy #FF

I know, I know...I'm posting one day early. That's because tomorrow is Don't Let Go's world-wide release, and I'll have some goods to share with you all.So. One day early...Check out these new releases!!
   Firestorm
Windswept Seriesby Serenity Snow
Keywords: Urban Fantasy, Interracial, Romance, Erotic, F/F

Azar-Rai is a demon hunting politician determined to bring the demon regime down. At the same time, she’s a woman who loves a good time and she thought Madison was it. After their one night of uninhibited passion, Azar-Rai didn’t expect to see the dark breed again. 


However, she was wrong. The two women face off on the field of battle but the passion between them becomes a firestorm that neither of them can contain. They both realize an affair is dangerous and their heat could become nothing more than a commodity to be traded on as both sides seek the upper hand. 


Choices will have to be made, alliances formed, but in the end, will they betray each other or risk their lives for love?
PURCHASE LINKS:

Evernight Publishing: https://www.evernightpublishing.com/firestorm-by-serenity-snow/
Amazon.com:https://www.amazon.com/Firestorm-Windswept-Book-Serenity-Snow-ebook/dp/B07FTZ5P3G/

#MidWeekTease: HAWK, #FallenGlidersMC 2, #MCRomance #Excerpt #badboy @EvernightPub

Hawk, Fallen Gliders #2, released last week, so I decided to share a little tease from this bad boy's story. Be sure to check out the other teasers this week - links below, and i f you'd like to join in the MidWeekTease fun next week, head over HERE to sign up! xoxo
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Someone with a bullhorn announced a wet t-shirt contest, and while my brothers catcalled their appreciation of the coming contest, I sat waiting for another shot, a scowl on my face. 
My fucking balls ached.
Young twenty-somethings climbed onto the other end of the bar. Buckets of water sloshed down over them as the male patrons continued to hoot and holler. 
I returned my gaze to the empty shot glass in front of me.
“Goddamn, look at those tits,” Jonny said, his voice loud enough I could hear him.
A glance up revealed the women parading toward us, one by one, their shirts plastered over fake and real tits alike as they stepped over sweating mugs and bottles. The woman at the bar’s end, the final contestant from what I could see through the sashaying and jiggling bodies topping the wooden slab, had a long mane of red-brown hair.
I leaned forward, leaned back, trying to catch a glimpse of her face as my cock swelled at the thought of the little butterfly.
A break in the swaying bodies, and her gray-green gaze landed on my face. Flashing eyes. Wide smile. Joy and a whole lot of fucking lust.
Boom.
Just like fucking that, all blood raced to my cock. “Goddamn,” I said, elbowing Jonny.
“The fuck?”
“It’s her.” I nodded with my chin toward where I’d seen the little butterfly, desperate for another glimpse.
“The woman you’ve been lusting after and keep losing in the crowd?” he asked with a laugh.
“Fuck you.” I all but growled the word.
“You said she’s a Silent Demon’s old lady,” Jonny said, his voice raised as he leaned toward me.
I shoved a hand through the long hair atop my head. “Yeah.”
“You sure she’s his old lady?”
I strained my neck, cussing about the crowd between my teeth. “Kinda young, so maybe not, but still. I’m not touching a Silent Demon’s whore.”
Another break in the action allowed me an eyeful of the woman who had my balls twisted into knots the previous two days.
Water poured down over her chest and the white tank clinging to her pert tits as she held her cell phone high overhead to protect it. The bartender dumped another over her chest, and butterfly’s dark nipples strained against the soaked fabric.
Lips parted, she turned and followed the parading women ahead of her, tucking her phone in her back pocket. Like a proud peacock, she pranced along, her eyes clear, unfazed by alcohol.
“Fuck.” I growled again, glaring at the men packed in the bar, knowing they lusted after butterfly’s perfect rack. “Fuck!”
Jonny shot a glance at me as the second woman in line leaned down and shook her tits in his face. “The fuck is your problem?”
I stood, my hands fisting against my thighs, unable to explain the jealousy raging through my body, pumping adrenaline through me.
My cock didn’t give two fucks the little butterfly was an untouchable or that her man might be in the crowd whistling after her. The fact she was off limits to me made my balls ache all the more. I needed to get my dick wet, the sooner the better. A warm, willing hole…
I adjusted myself but couldn’t get rid of the fucking scowl denting my brow.
Butterfly drew closer, her tightened nipples and juicy ass snaring my glare as she spun and tossed her hair. Her gaze never left my face. That fucking silence muffled everything as we stared at each other.
The other contestants hopped off the bar to my left in my peripheral vision, but I only had eyes for the little butterfly.
Still standing, hands still fisted, I waited as she drew near, knowing my life teetered on some fucking cliff.

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#NewRelease FriYAY They ooze power, control, natural dominance - and sex. They are The Silk Rope Masters.​ JAKE by Suzy Shearer

Check out the HOTNESS!
  JakeThe Silk Rope Masters - Book Twoby Suzy Shearer Heat Rating : Level 4Word Count: 64,579

They ooze power, control, natural dominance - and sex. They are The Silk Rope Masters.​None have ever found love but watch out! When they fall, they'll fall fast and hard!Jake Nichols, 53, was so tall that Emily Miller, 49, had to crane her neck to look into his face. Muscular - he could pick her up in one hand and yet he held her as if she were a fragile bird.​And that's exactly what she was, a beautiful plus-sized woman with a pain so deep she's buried her emotions rather than face the tragedy that happened just a few months ago.​
Jake was assigned to care for her by Master Ash, the head of Silk Rope and what Jake didn't expect was to fall in love.
But she was only in his safekeeping until she could fly on her own then he would have to release her.
Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, voyeurism, flogging, public exhibition
This is an erotic romance. There are explicit sexual descriptions and explicit language used throughout. It will offend some readers.
NAB YOUR COPY TODAY!
 Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/jake-by-suzy-shearer Amazon: https://www.amzn.com/B07FTHQB8B
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EXCERPT:

So here she was. It was almost eight on Friday night, and Emily sat nervously in her car in the large car park. Would this be the same as either Threshold or The Lair? She hoped it was. If it was a lower classed place she definitely wouldn’t be coming back. Maybe she could find another club somewhere if that proved to be the case. Still she was hopeful. She couldn’t imagine the manager of The Lair, Bevan Fuller, transferring her to a lesser club.Then she wondered for the hundredth time, “What the hell am I doing here?”She still felt numb inside. With every emotion rammed down that hard, Emily couldn’t even cry. She actually knew how foolish she was, knew perfectly well the therapists, her family, were right. Time and again they’d told her she shouldn’t keep everything bottled up, should allow herself to grieve and move on, but she was far too frightened to face her pain. Her weekly sessions with the therapist consisted of her sitting, staring into her lap or answering in monosyllables and refusing to utter one word about what had happened. In fact, she’d never cried, never shouted, never gotten very angry since that day. As soon as she’d woken in the hospital and given her statement to the police, every emotion, every thought of what had happened—her grief, every single thing, she pushed deep down inside her and refused to look at them. She held them down for so long that now she honestly couldn’t take the chance on remembering. She was dead, and yet she breathed. Sometimes in a lighter moment she thought of herself as a zombie. An animated corpse walking amid the living. But mainly Emily thought she was like a well-shaken bottle of soda pop with the lid screwed down tight. A slight twist of the cork and the whole bottle would vigorously explode, its contents scattering everywhere, never to be replaced. She couldn’t risk it, couldn’t risk her emotions, couldn’t set them free—the pain would be too great, and Emily knew she couldn’t handle it. She honestly doubted she would survive if at any time she was forced to face her past. In the back of her mind she knew if she’d grieve, she’d be able to move on and live again, but instead she tortured herself by bottling everything up. This was her only escape now, coming to BDSM clubs—her haven. Sometimes she felt they were all that was left of her life, so at least she could vicariously live through its patrons.It was strange, but those BDSM clubs now felt more like home than any house possibly could. Inside those doors in front of her she knew what would happen. She knew the rules, and she knew the outcomes. She knew exactly how people would react, how they would be toward her. She could sit and watch and know people would leave her alone unless she indicated she wanted company. No one would expect anything of her, and she could hide in plain sight. It was her secure place, the only one she had, and she knew it would protect her. It really was her safe house—impenetrable, sheltered. All those years she’d spent at Threshold only reinforced the idea. A club was her sanctuary, a place where, even if only for a few hours, she could pretend she was still alive. A place where she could hide among the living.But at the same time, she wondered, would she ever be able to return to the woman she was? 
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Renaissance woman, best-selling and Award winning author Suzy Shearer writes contemporary and paranormal erotic romances filled with mature and interesting characters. Her books always feature older heroes and heroines; ranging from mid 40s to 60s. The heroines are usually confident plus-sized women who are proud of their curves. Suzy feels it's important for readers to connect.

Suzy also wants her readers to understand just because people are older doesn't mean they aren't intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment. They may be older but not always wiser. Remember sexy isn't just for the under 30s.

A Buddhist and artist, Suzy lives in the Western Suburbs of Sydney Australia with one very spoilt dog and two equally spoilt cats keeping her company. When Suzy is not writing, she is usually painting - an accomplished watercolour Artist her subjects range from portraits and animals to nudes and landscapes. She is also a quilter, toy maker, sculptor and potter. Suzy's Art
LINKS - WHERE TO FIND SUZY:                     Website :  http://www.suzyshearer.comFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/SuzySBlog:  http://suzyshearer.blogspot.com.auGoodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/SuzyShearerInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/suzshearerTwitter : https://twitter.com/SuzyShearerPinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/sooziiisLinkedin: http://au.linkedin.com/in/suzyshearerPublisher: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/suzy-shearer/Publisher: http://www.bookstrand.com/suzy-shearer
Email her at: suzyshearer.author@gmail.com

HAWK, #FallenGliders 2, is NOW AVAIL! #MCRomance #Excerpt

HAWK, FALLEN GLIDERS #2 is now available!  Hawk 
Fallen Gliders #2 
Publisher: Evernight PublishingArtwork: Jay Aheer, Simply Defined Art 
Keywords: MC Romance, Contemporary, Erotic, May/December

 *Be warned: Spanking, anal sex

As a member of the Fallen Gliders, bad boy biker Hawk Richards tends to use his fists first and has fucked his way through the club whores. Life has been a never ending supply of bikes, women, and beer. When his brother hands in his colors, Hawk is sworn in as the new Sergeant at Arms and struggles to find meaning in the club and his existence. Until her. 

Janie is curvy as fuck and the sweetest thing Hawk has ever seen. The young woman with the joy of life in her eyes is everything he’s been missing, everything he's ever wanted. When the little butterfly falls into his arms, he wonders if someone might finally look beyond his ink and reputation to see the man hiding underneath. 

Janie’s life has always been a roller coaster, and even though she’s flying high with Hawk, she knows a crash is inevitable. The last thing she wants is for him to be burdened with picking up the pieces. But how can she resist him? His touch makes her burn, and every minute in his bed intensifies her craving for more. 

Can Hawk convince Janie he wants her for the long haul, or will the secret she keeps tear him from her side forever?
BUY IT ON SALE NOW FOR ONLY $2.99 AT EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING!
Evernight Publishing: https://www.evernightpublishing.com/hawk-by-lynn-burke/

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EXCERPT:
We’d been in Sturgis for almost a week, and I hadn’t fucked a single woman. My outlook on life sucked the previous couple of months, to the point the thought of having my cock shoved down a willing throat or burying myself balls-deep in some random cunt didn’t even twitch my dick. I felt like a wind-blown leaf with no sense of purpose, no desire for sex or companionship. I’d taken to drinking harder stuff than my usual beer but knew the slump I floundered in wouldn’t end well unless I decided to pick my ass up and figure out my life.Perhaps today’s the day, I told myself, picking up the shot of whiskey our waitress sat in front of me. A flash of red-brown hair drew my gaze to the far left before I could pop out the toothpick and down my drink. A little butterfly with gray-green eyes flashing along with her wide smile. Dimple, full lips, high cheekbones—a fucking model in a tight tank and Daisy Dukes.My cock thickened inside my leather pants, and my head turned as she slowly passed by the picture window, her face animated and lips moving as she chatted with her friends, the joyful gleam in her eyes snaring me tight. She radiated life, an exuberant, light step while I wallowed in my shit life. Jealousy and yearning for what she experienced clenched my chest, and I found myself rubbing a hand over tattooed pecs I spent hours sculpting on a daily basis.The little butterfly passed beyond the window, and I sat back, not realizing I’d leaned forward to keep her in sight.“Finally see something worth fucking?” Jonny asked with an elbow to my ribs.“Fuck, yeah. Reddish hair—not the dyed kind—and tits out to here,” I said around my toothpick, holding my hand out a few inches away from my chest. “Young and full of life.”One of Jonny’s eyebrows rose. “What the fuck you sitting here for?”I hesitated to glance around the group of men—fellow Fallen Gliders from across the States, discussing the lighter aspect of business. A large meeting had taken place the night before, the heads of the chapters sitting down to discuss the future of our club. Just more depressing shit to pile on life.“Go on,” Jonny encouraged, elbowing me again. I hopped off my stool and pushed my way through the crowd for the front door. At six-foot-five, I had no trouble seeing over most of the heads bobbing to my right as I stepped out onto the sidewalk. The roar of mufflers and cranking music from Christ knew where filled my ears as I breathed in the scents of exhaust, sweat, and cheap perfume in the night air. I took a half-dozen steps to the right, scanning the crowd of people on the sidewalk in front of me before pulling up short. No fucking way I was going to find her unless I acted like an asshole and shoved people out of my way while hurrying the way she’d gone. Curses flew from my lips while I turned back toward the bar. A voice in my head sang a country hit, reminding me that if we were meant to be, it’d be. “No fucking luck?” Jonny asked as I slumped back onto the stool.My scowl sufficed for an answer.Tipping back my head for the whiskey burn didn’t help my shit mood. Neither did the bloody burger and pile of fries fifteen minutes later. Thoughts of the little butterfly warred with depression in my mind, and I called it an early night, leaving my brothers behind. The quietness of the hotel didn’t offer anything but a hot shower where I could blow the load that had been building in my balls for weeks. At least I had a semi-purpose … find the vivacious little butterfly and steal some of her joy in life for myself.© Lynn Burke 2018
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ABOUT LYNN BURKE: Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.
LINKS:Website: https://www.authorlynnburke.com/Blog: http://authorlynnburke.blogspot.com/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Author-Lynn-Burke-555282497937461/Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorLynnBurkeInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/authorlynnburke/ Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/authorlynnburkePinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/authorlynnburke/

DON'T LET GO is now avail for pre-order!! #BDSM #FemDom @ChangelingPress

#NewRelease FriYAY! THREE hot-as-hell titles out now! A little alpha, some smokin' #MM, and #MCRomance!

Max's Desire Alpha Protectors, 3by Elyzabeth M. Valey How can a man love a succubus without literally losing his heart?

Alpha Protector Max almost died during his last mission to Lust’s hellish lair, but the worst torture was his failure to save Eva, a young woman who begged for his help. When he meets her again in Spain, he discovers two things. One, she is his mate. Two, she is also a succubus.

Though Eva has not come into her full power, her love could still be fatal. For how long will he be able to defy her allure?

Pleasure is Eva’s business. Love isn’t.

Although unaware of her true nature, as a luxury escort, she is used to men falling at her feet. Yet, Max doesn't. Though his attraction mirrors hers, the soldier does things differently and she can't help falling for him.

And Eva is terrified by her recurring nightmares. When someone from her past shows up, and the dreams become reality, there is only one thing that can save Max’s heart. Be Warned: forced seduction Purchase links:

Evernight Publishing - Amazon.com - Amazon.uk - Bookstrand 
and more!

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  Love on Show by E.D. Parr  Dishy Justin Harper plays gay bad boy, Brandon in a TV show that’s fast becoming a cult classic, but Justin hides the fact he’s gay in real life. When a new actor is cast to play his TV show love interest, Justin can’t deny the raging attraction he feels for gorgeous Caer Rossi.

Caer Rossi makes it clear he thinks Justin is smoking hot. He can’t wait for the kissing scenes, and they sizzle, but underneath the performance for the TV show, a deep, loving passion builds between the two men. Something has to give, but what and who will it be when a journalist threatens to ruin Justin’s perfectly crafted public persona?

Purchase Links: On launch special price at Evernight! https://www.evernightpublishing.com/love-on-show-by-e-d-parr/Global Amazon Link will take you to your country's Amazon: http://a-fwd.com/asin-com=B07FN5J6PN~~~oOo~~~   Badger by Paige Warren/Harley Wylde
Badger – I went to prison for ten years after beating a man to death. He deserved it, and then some. I only wish he’d suffered more. Now I’m free, but things aren’t the same as when I left. The little girl I once saved is now a tempting young woman with curves in all the right places. I should stay away, far away, but I’m drawn to her like a moth to a flame. The Pres of my club adopted her, so she’s definitely a no-fly zone, but fuck if I don’t want her with every breath I take. A little sample wouldn’t hurt anyone, right? As long as Griz doesn’t find out, I’ll keep breathing. Sneaking around should be easy enough. I never counted on falling for her, or finding out she was carrying my kid. Now what the fuck am I supposed to do? I’m a long-time repeat offender. I can’t walk the straight and narrow. Can I?
Adalia – I’ve worshiped Badger ever since the night he saved me. But what started as a young girl’s infatuation has grown into something more. I know he’ll never see me that way, or at least I thought he wouldn’t. When we’re together, it’s like we just can’t keep our hands off each other. It’s probably against his parole for us to be together, but he doesn’t seem to care. The heat between us is undeniable. He didn’t promise me forever, just right now. But neither of us counted on me getting pregnant, something that wasn’t supposed to happen too easily, and I have no freakin’ clue what to do. I’m scared Badger will run for the hills. He never asked for this, but then neither did I. One thing is for certain. If he doesn’t man up and my daddy finds out, there will be hell to pay. 
No one can hide from the President of the Devil’s Fury MC.
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Roosters is a multi-author series of stand-alone stories released by Changeling Press. Each book contains an arrogant, alpha hero in a contemporary romance setting. While Badger is an MC romance, not all of the Roosters books fall under this theme. You can find the other Roosters books by clicking here.

 

#NewRelease #FriYAY! SHELTER by Allyson Young #romanticsuspense #excerpt

Addison Longwood survived the plague that struck down almost everyone around her. She survived the hazardous trek into the countryside to find shelter within a group of like-minded individuals led by a man she can actually respect. Settled and contributing, she allows herself a sense of hope.From the remaining military, Captain Jesse Forbes is charged with locating survivors in order to rebuild the country. His initial impression of Addison’s band isn’t positive and he sets his sights on the young woman in order to infiltrate, and assess her leader—the end justifying the means, or so he assures himself.
But there are far greater dangers lurking, threatening the very existence of the survivors. Alliances are forged—and tested. Betrayal cuts deep, lives are lost and others changed forever.Who are the good guys anyhow?

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Excerpt:
Wrapped in an old piece of toweling—another item to add to the shopping list—she was squeezing the moisture out of her mane when Jesse Forbes came through the door. One of her guys lingered just outside, guarding the man, but every molecule of her being told her to run, far and fast before she put some steel in her spine and managed a nod.“Morning. I see you’re up ahead of most everyone else too,” he said.Making small talk in the showers, with him fully clothed and her … not, sucked. To his credit, aside from one sweeping glance down her body, he looked at her face.“Seems like it.” She edged around him, catching his amused stare and grabbed up her clothes. “Excuse me.”“I wondered how long your hair was.”She blinked, and despite herself, her hand rose to finger the wet tangles. Not particularly vain, she’d left her hair to grow, finding it easier to tie up and out of the way instead of fighting with the unruly curls. Especially now she could keep it clean and avoid the critters that tended to infiltrate dirty hair, particularly among close quarters. It had been carefully secured and out of the way on the mountain that day so he couldn’t have known.Deciding not to answer, she ducked into the tacked-on separate room, no more than a tent, thank goodness for the temperate climate. She rubbed furiously at the dampness still on her skin and then yanked on her jeans under the cover of her towel. She pulled on her shirt, only then using the toweling to wring more moisture from her hair.“Sorry. Again. I seem to put my foot in my mouth around you. And I’m not yet privy to the rules around here.” His smooth baritone sounded too damn close and she wheeled around, cursing the fact she’d turned her back on him. And he was between her and her rifle.She hadn’t been mistaken about his size and breadth, although refused to feel intimated—or anything else. Besides, his guard was close by. Her brain processed his educated comment. Sometimes hesounded like an average Joe, then next, a college professor. Privy? Her obsession with books allowed for the interpretation, but still…Forcing herself to project calm, or whatever felt close to that, she said, “Are you asking about segregation? Of the sexes?” And why had she used the word sexin his vicinity?“That, among other things.”“Mitchell, I mean, the Colonel, will apprise you.” She thought she saw a glimmer of intrigue in those strangely colored eyes but it passed too quickly to be certain. “He said he’d assign someone. As a guide. Aside from my armed escort.”“Then you’ll be set. Excuse me.”“Is there a time that’s better for me—and the guys—to shower?” His hands went to the collar of his T-shirt and he tugged it over his head. Addy had seen enough torsos—and other man parts—in her life. How could she not, given her history and where she now slept? So Jesse’s cut chest and chiseled abs shouldn’t have had any effect on her. And they didn’t, her excellent self-control surging to the fore. They. Did. Not.“No set times,” she said, infusing her voice with casualness. “This shower is communal for the fighters. The camp defenders, I’d guess you’d call us. There’s another, larger one for the rest of the camp. The guys make allowances for us four women—me, Marcia, Denise, and Laura—first thing. I woke up earlier today.”“Couldn’t sleep?” Was that a knowing look? She fought a blush. He was getting under her skin and she had no doubt he knew it. Probably knew women inside and out, had lots of experience with them. Well, she had lots of experience with men, too, and none of it positive.“I slept fine,” she lied. “I woke early, is all. So if you hurry, you won’t be disturbed by the other women when they arrive. Unless it won’t bother you.” For sure it wouldn’t bother Denise and probably not the other two.“I’ll just be quick then.” His long fingers reached for the button on his khakis. It didn’t escape her notice he didn’t remark on being disturbed by the women.Refusing to look as though she was fleeing, Addy folded her towel before turning on her heel and stalking out, dipping to snatch up her rifle. The glimpse of his naked, sculpted butt and strong legs was emblazoned on her retinas, but she blinked the vision away. Add arroganceto his confidence. Not necessarily a nice mix.

About the Author:
Allyson Young aka Peri Elizabeth Scott lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada, where she and her husband pretend to work well together in their seasonal business.
She has always enjoyed the written word, and after reading an erotic romance quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one. That was followed by a mix of spicy (Ally) and sweet (Peribeth) romances in various genres as well as a  post apocalyptic adventure without a lick of romance. A best selling Amazon author, a hybrid and coauthor, as of April 2018 she has published seven series and several standalones, with others in the works.

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#NewRelease #FriYAY! LOVE REAWAKENED by LM Spangler #Novella #PNR

 
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 Drea Tate had loved and lost … and gained. Having been told her lover died and her life was in danger, Drea left her home in the Appalachian Mountains of Pennsylvania to start anew in Cicada Lake. Micah Bridges had been lured to Cicada Lake by the hefty bounty for catching a wealthy bail jumper. Imagine their surprise when they meet in the small town’s only bar. And imagine Micah’s surprise when Drea drops a photo of a young boy who looks just like him. Lies had torn them apart. Can they reawaken the love they once shared? And is there enough love to go around?


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 Excerpt:       ​He stood and pulled her flush against his body. His mouth captured her in a brutal, soul-searing kiss before he lifted his head. “I love you.”
     She rubbed the fingertips of her index and middle finger over her lower lip. “I love you, too.”
     He grinned as the voices neared. “Good.”
     The air around him began to swirl, becoming tornadic. The fire blew out and hot ashes rose, circling around him.      Through the glowing haze, he saw her body blur then disappear into the whirlwind. She had become one with the gale.
     Her alluring vanilla aroma—so enrapturing—blew away, making it impossible to follow her trail.
     Knowing she was safe, he turned toward the brush as his uncle and cousin stepped into the small clearing.
     His uncle lifted his nose and inhaled deeply. “So, your bitch eludes us again. No matter.”
     His cousin threw his head back and laughed. “You won’t be alive long enough to worry about her anymore.”
     “What do you mean?” the alpha-elect asked. Sounds of rustling underbrush signaled the approach of more people. His head turned from side to side. “What’s going on?”
     His uncle smirked. “I should inform you that your father has met…” He paused for a moment. “An untimely demise.”
      Anger rushed through the alpha-elect like a fireball. “He what?”
      The rustling grew louder until four wolves stepped into the clearing.
      “What the fuck is going on?”
      The wolves surrounded the alpha-elect, circling menacingly.
      “He’s dead. And soon you will be, too,” his cousin answered.
      His uncle pointed and then all hell broke loose.
      The wolves lunged. Claws slashed. Teeth bit. The alpha-elect was attacked on all sides. Pain tore through him as blood had begun to flow from multiple wounds.
      Defenseless. It had happed so fast. He couldn’t fight back. He had his strength, but he was no match for four fully matured wolves. He fell to the ground and covered his head as the sound of growls and chomping jaws rent the air.
      His life force started to waver. He’d lost too much blood.
      He was going to die.
      But his last thoughts weren’t of the unbearable, burning pain or betrayal.
      They were of her.  About the Author:
She lives close to the Maryland border in South Central Pennsylvania. Her husband is wonderfully supportive of her in all aspects of her life. She has a son who is currently serving our country in the U.S. Navy. Her daughter is still in school. She’s blessed to have the three of them in her life.
From a young age, she remembers burying her nose in a book. A love that her mother and father passed onto her brother and herself. From her passion for reading sprang her love of writing Her mind is so often full of story ideas from the wildly paranormal to contemporary. She has notebooks lying about with story outlines and character descriptions. A song or TV show can spark an idea ,which circles her mind until she puts the idea on paper.
When she’s not writing, she enjoys spending time with her family, burying her nose in a book, and watching a vast variety of television shows from crime dramas to 1970’s game shows. She even dabbles in crafting. Her favorite craft would be jewelry making. Nothing like creating wearable art.​

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