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Secrets have a way of coming out... KING CONSORT from JR Gray is now available! #Excerpt #MM

King Consort by JR Gray

Avoiding sleeping with women was my specialty, an art form even. As the future King of England I couldn’t be caught sleeping with men. My whole life played out in front of the paparazzi, and they didn’t miss a thing. 
I had a carefully crafted womanizing persona to maintain. My life came with rules, all of which I broke when I couldn’t resist a one night stand with the enemy: A beautiful paparazzo with a heart of gold. He may be the only person who doesn’t want me for my title, and he can never be anything more than my secret. 
But secrets have a way of coming out and not only will they scare him away, but they’ll lose me the crown.

Excerpt:
He sat back keeping the camera in his lap. “How much liberty are you giving me?” I mirrored him and looked him over, taking my time with my answer. “Why are you asking.” Lust crossed through his gaze. “Take off the shirt.” I obliged him, slowly working my fingers down the buttons. I slid it off and set it aside. He looked me over, hungry. My cock stirred at the look. I’d never felt so desired by another person. He slid forward on the seat and brought the camera back to his face. I stayed as I was until he told me to move. “Sit on the edge of the table,” he said breathless. I was glad this was getting to him as much as it was me. It was entirely foreign to give someone such a thing over me. To allow someone to take these photos. It was daring and exhilarating. I’d have to be careful or I’d get addicted to the acting out like some bored teenager. I sat on the edge to the table closest to the fire and he moved back to take a few shots. I looked up when he hadn’t said anything in a few moments to find him just watching me. The fire illuminated his scar, and I wanted to kiss the length of it, from his brow to his lips. I licked my lip and my chest rose as I inhaled fully, trying to calm myself. He snapped another photo. “What do you see?” I asked unable to stand wondering a moment longer. I wanted to know how he saw me. “I see hunger,” he said as he came closer. “The way you look at me.” The camera hung at his side as he stalked closer. I wanted to reach out for him. To shove him into the chair he’d occupied and climb on top of him, but I refrained because more than wanting him, I wanted to see what he did. “Take your pants off.” I raised a brow but didn’t say more. 


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Author Bio: When not staying up all night writing, J.R. Gray can be found at the gym where it's half assumed he is a permanent resident to fulfill his self-inflicted masochism. A dominant and a pilot, Gray finds it hard to be in the passenger seat of any car. He frequently interrupts real life, including normal sleep patterns and conversations, to jot down notes or plot bunnies. Commas are the bane of his existence even though it's been fully acknowledged they are necessary, they continue to baffle and bewilder. If Gray wasn't writing…well, that's not possible. The buildup of untold stories would haunt Gray into an early grave, insanity or both. The idea of haunting has always appealed to him. J.R. Gray is genderqueer and prefers he/him pronouns.
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THE CRIMINAL'S CAPTIVE, Unpunished 1, by MacKenzie Williams #Erotic #Lawless

 
The Criminal's Captive Unpunish 1by Mackenzie WilliamsPublisher: Evernight Publishing
Levi Cardinal is a criminal for hire. But he doesn't do it for the money. He does it for the thrill. Kidnapping Tessa Richardson is supposed to be just another exciting job, but when he starts to fall for her, it changes his outlook on his life of crime.

When the job hits a snag, Levi has to step in to save Tessa from harm. He takes her home to watch her, but is that all he wants? Levi may be a criminal, but can Tessa trust him?   PURCHASE LINKS:  Evernight Pub:  http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-criminals-captive-by-mackenzie-williams/Amazon:www.amazon.com/Criminals-Captive-Unpunished-Book-ebook/dp/B07BZ2M92J/Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/the-criminals-captive-mfB&N: www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-criminals-captive-mackenzie-williams/1128416674?ean=2940155199601

Excerpt:
Levi spun her toward the bed and then released her with a small push. Tessa fell onto his bed, a deep breath rushing from her. He quickly pulled his belt free from his jeans. His stare was intense as he snapped his belt against itself. The sound was evil and intoxicating.Tessa held her breath as he leaned down and spoke. "Get ready."He grabbed her and effortlessly flipped her onto her stomach. Tessa started to crawl away from him, but he swiftly pulled her leg and her body back toward himself. Levi grabbed her wrists and soon was wrapping his leather belt around both of them."Trying to crawl away from me, pet? I thought you were a good girl."Tessa could hear the playfulness in his tone. She pulled on her arms as he finished securing them with his belt. When he let go of her, she could feel that the belt wasn't too tight. If she tried hard enough, she could pull her hands free from it.That fact made a small smile play on her lips as she heard Levi rid himself of the rest of his clothes. We're going to play bad guy and damsel. I can handle that. Her smile grew bigger before she forced it off her face.Tessa used her legs to push herself up the bed, away from him. She yelped as his hand came down to spank her ass two quick times."Tessa, you can't get away from me. Haven't you learned that?"He smacked her ass again, and she moaned loudly. She could feel her pussy wet further as she rubbed her face into the bed. Levi suddenly slid his hand between her legs, and she instantly closed them, squirming some more.Tessa gasped. "Don't." She didn't mean it. She desperately wanted him to touch her … everywhere. She was playing the good victim, though."Don't? Sorry, you aren't making the rules here." His tone was serious, which only made her pussy wetter.Levi pressed one hand down on her lower back, stilling her. His other hand moved under her and was soon touching her pussy. She lifted her body just slightly off the bed, trying not to be too obvious with her wanting his touches. Tessa held her breath as his fingers moved up her pussy lips to her clit. He pressed down on it, and the tingle got stronger still.Tessa whined as he pressed harder on her clit before running his fingers through her pussy lips, parting them. She rubbed her face into the bed again as he slipped his finger into her pussy.Tessa moaned. "Levi."He slipped his finger in and out of her several times, getting faster and harder each time. "You like that, don't you?"She only answered with a whimper and a shiver.

ROCKY, a MC Novella from Harley Wylde! #DixieReapers #NA #SilverFox

ROCKY (Dixie Reapers MC #3) Written by Harley Wylde Published by Changeling Press Cover Artist: Bryan Keller Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Silver Fox (older hero)
Mara: I was daddy's little girl, until he didn't come home one day. Mom moved on, married a rich guy I can't stand, and his son, Sebastian Rossi, wants what he can't have -- me. I didn't realize when I chose to run that I would crash down a mountain, or that the man who pulled me from the wreckage would rescue me in every way that counts. Rocky is the biggest, sexiest badass I've ever seen. And the more time I spend with him, the more I want to feel his lips on mine, his hands holding me, his body claiming me. I want him so bad I can taste it, but the stubborn man says I'm too young. I'll just have to prove him wrong.

Rocky: All I wanted was to brood in peace and quiet on my mountaintop while I tried to outrun my demons. I never expected that past to show up in the form of a sexy as fuck woman -- a woman I shouldn't touch. I'm not only twenty years older than her, I'm part of the reason her dad never came home. I'll do anything it takes to keep her safe, even go home to Alabama. My brothers, the Dixie Reapers, will help protect her. I'm just not sure who's going to protect her from me, because if I ever get my hands on all those curves, I'm not ever going to let her go.
Available April 6th at Changeling Press
Available after April 13th at: Amazon / B&N / Kobo / iTunes 

EXCERPT:
“Coffee,” he said, although it came out more like a grunt.
I accepted the cup, the warmth of it seeping into my chilled fingers, and took a sip. Despite the bitter taste, I didn’t wince. I’d always been more of a caramel skinny latte kind of girl, but the hot coffee slid down my throat and began to warm me from the inside out. Rocky watched me a few minutes before walking off again, his boots thudding against the wood floors.
When the coffee was gone, I set the cup aside and tried to push myself to my feet. I groaned, and the room spun as I staggered upright. As everything began to tilt and I felt myself falling back to the floor, strong arms wrapped around me, drawing my body tight against my rescuer. Rocky’s hands splayed across my back, and I couldn’t remember ever feeling so delicate. I was small in stature at just a hair over five feet, but I had more curves than most. Men had called me chunky most of my life. But with Rocky, I felt… feminine. Womanly. I felt…
The warmth that began to spread through me made me gasp and jerk my gaze to his face. Something hard and thick pressed against my belly. I might not be experienced, but even I couldn’t deny that Rocky seemed attracted to me. Or maybe he hadn’t had a woman in so long that just anyone would do. I saw his eyes flare a moment before he lifted me into his arms and began striding for the stairs.
I clung to him, not knowing where we were going, but suspecting it was his bedroom. I should tell him to return me to the fire, tell him I didn’t want this.
But you do, a voice whispered in my ear.
And I did. I’ve never found a man attractive before, not like this. But with Rocky’s arms holding me, I wanted to know what it would feel like to be pressed against him, skin to skin. I wanted to feel him slide inside me, claim me, and make me his. I wanted to feel that beard rub against my skin. I wanted… him. I briefly wondered what kind of woman that made me since I’d crashed down a damn mountain and now wanted to have sex with my hunky rescuer. Maybe I’d suffered head trauma.
The stairs ended at a large room with no door. The bed against the wall looked far bigger than a regular king-size, the covers rumpled. Rocky carried me across the room and eased me down onto the soft mattress, then pulled the covers up to my chin. He paused a moment before turning to the fireplace across the room. Wood was stacked nearby, and he began building a fire. Watching his muscular back and shoulders move was starting another kind of fire too. One I had never felt before. I pressed my thighs together to ease the ache.
When the blaze was glowing brightly, Rocky rose to his feet and studied me. There was heat in his gaze, and I wondered if I was finally going to find out what it was like to have a man claim me. I’d held onto my virginity for so long, never had been tempted to lose it. Until now.
“Dinner will be ready in an hour. You should rest,” he said gruffly before turning and leaving me alone.
My jaw dropped at his retreating back, and when I heard the last of his steps carrying him down the stairs, I slumped against his pillows and drew in a deep breath. My eyes closed as his scent surrounded me. Something woodsy and full of spice. Curling onto my side, I buried my face in his pillow and just breathed him in. Whoever the strange man was who had pulled me from the car, it was obvious he wasn’t going to take advantage. And for some reason, that disappointed me.
“Stupid woman,” I muttered. I felt the tingle between my legs and moaned. “And stupid hormones.”
Did you miss book 1 – Venom, and book 2 – Torch? Check them out here!


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Short. Erotic. Sweet. Harley’s other half would probably say those words describe her, but they also describe her books. When Harley is writing, her motto is the hotter the better. Off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place. You can follow Harley on Amazon, Twitter, or Facebook. Get New Release notifications (for US readers) by following Harley on BookBub! Harley Wylde is the “wilder” side of award-winning author Jessica Coulter Smith. She also writes gay erotic romance (M/M and M/M/M) as Dulce Dennison. Subscribe to the Jessica/Harley newsletter

#MidWeek Tease: "You're messing with fire, little girl." #MCRomance #MayDecember #Erotic #Excerpt

This week's HOT tease comes to you from NICKY, the first in my new MC romance, Fallen Gliders, coming April 23rd! Enjoy!
~~~oOo~~~ 

We knocked the liquor back, and our gazes met as we set the glasses on the bar.
“How old are you?” Nicky asked, his attention snagging on my lips.
“Twenty-eight.”
He scrubbed a hand over the beard lining his jaw while looking away. “So damn young.”
“Not too young.” Gauntlet thrown, I waited for his attention to return to my face. Eyes full of lust, a leashed animal that ought to scare the shit out of me but didn’t.
“I’m no good.”
I cocked my head and slid my gaze down over him, not missing the hard length straining against his leathers. “Look pretty damn good to me.”
His low groan rushed need through me again, and I knew I’d leave a wet spot on the stool once I got up.
“You’re messing with fire, little girl.”
Heat flushed through me. “I enjoy flames now and then.” My breath caught at the hunger on his face, parting my lips.
“Fuck it.” He grasped my chin in his warm palm. “I’ll give you what you want, little girl, but don’t go crying to your mommy in the morning because a big bad wolf left his mark on you.”
Oh, God. I swallowed and squeezed my thighs together. Older men were sothe shit.
He captured my lips, but without the brute force I’d expected. Hunger, yes, but the full softness of his lips pressed against mine, taking and tasting, his tongue probing, whiskers brushing my skin. I parted my lips and moaned as he sank his tongue into my mouth, fucking every hidden corner, filling me with the taste of whiskey and pure male. My skin pebbled, pulse thrummed.
“Goddamn.” Nicky stood and yanked me off the stool. Virile, pure hardness and muscle beneath the leather hiding his skin from my grasping hands. His fingers fisted in my long hair, tangling and yanking my head to the side, the other grabbing my ass and hauling me against his huge cock.
He crouched down slightly and pulled me up. My legs wrapped around him as though having a mind of their own—even though I had been thinking about getting him between my legs all night long.
His beard brushed along my neck as he breathed me in and licked from my collarbone to my ear. “You smell like a fucking spring day. Innocent.”
“I’m h-hardly an innocent,” I gasped as he bit my earlobe and ground his cock against my sopping jeans.
“Thank God, because I want to be balls deep inside of you. Now.”
He thrust, and I moaned, my fingers grasping at his t-shirt.
“Tell me to stop,” he whispered harshly in my ear.
“No way in hell.”
With a growl, he squeezed my ass to the point of pain. “I haven’t wanted a woman like this in a long fucking time.”
“So take what you want.”
“Goddamn.” He rested his forehead on mine. “Right here?”
I slithered a hand between us to grasp the hardness inside his leathers. “Right now.”
“Fuck.” Like my five-foot-six frame and thirty extra pounds meant nothing, he spun me around. “Hands on the bar.”
I did as told, bending at the waist and putting my ass on display with a little wiggle.
“Don’t move,” he said while peeling off his leather jacket.
My legs trembled, and I turned my head to watch as he moved to the front door and flicked off the lights.
The streetlight half a block away barely cut through the storm, but the flash of lightning lit Nicky up as he stalked back toward me, shedding his t-shirt.
Broad shoulders … another flash filled my eyes with tanned skin stretched tight over massive pecs and abs a twenty-year-old guy would kill for.
I licked my lips, hoping for another flash of light, but Nicky palmed my waist and leaned over my back, his cock pressed against my ass, the heat of his skin searing me through my shirt.
My eyelids fluttered shut as he wrapped his fingers around my hair again and tilted my head back.
“Last chance, Mel.” His rumbling voice and hot breath against my ear brought a moan past my lips. “Take me,” I managed to whisper and licked my dry lips. “Please.”

Swing by the other teasers this week!! 

HER SIR by Megan Slayer is now available! #BDSM #MF Check out the #Excerpt!

Her Sir by Megan Slayer 
Evernight Publishing
Contemporary Erotic Romance
M/F, BDSM, Exhibitionism, Anal Sex, Toys, Spanking


There’s only one man for Andi—her Sir.

Andi McCarron knew the moment she met Sir’s gaze, he’d change her life forever. Despite other Doms wanting her as their sub, she only submits to him because he knows how to make her skin tingle. The pain delivered from his crop makes her spirit sing. She needs Sir but she wants more—except he’s not interested in taking the relationship outside of the club. What’s a girl to do when the man of her dreams, the one wielding the crop, won’t leave the club?

Dean Meyer craves his sweet sub, Andi. She fills his dreams and fantasies, but she wants a relationship. He’s not sure she can handle both his demons and secrets. Still, he can’t deny the attraction to her. When fate throws them together, he has to make a choice—give his sub what she needs or let her go for good.

Available from these fine retailers:Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/her-sir-by-megan-slayer/Universal link: https://books2read.com/u/38goyO Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07BY57KMD/Amazon AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B07BY57KMD/Amazon FR: https://www.amazon.fr/dp/B07BY57KMD/Amazon JP: https://www.amazon.co.jp/dp/B07BY57KMD/Amazon IT: https://www.amazon.it/dp/B07BY57KMD/Amazon DE: https://www.amazon.de/dp/B07BY57KMD/Amazon CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B07BY57KMD/Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07BY57KMD/

Excerpt:©2018 Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved

“You control everything,” she blurted. Her cheeks reddened, and she bowed her head. “Sorry. But you do.”

“Actually, you do. When we play, you’re the one in control. You say stop or slow, and I follow. I push you, but you tell me when you’re done. I’ll encourage you to stretch your boundaries, but only because I want to make you fly.” He pushed the cooling coffee to the side. “If you say no, then I respect your decision.”

“You expect me to kneel.” She flattened her palms on the table. “Like that last time.”

“I wanted to show off my beautiful woman. If you’d have said no before we left the private area, I would’ve stayed out of the main room.” He leveled his gaze at her. “I expect a partner. You were my best partner.” He hadn’t taught her very well if she thought she was second rate. When they played again—and they would be—he’d show her what he meant.

“You have one. A partner. I saw the demonstration,” she said. “You replaced me.”

“Slow down.” He hadn’t known she was at the club when he’d done the demonstration or he would’ve plucked her from the audience. “Which demo?”

“There’s more than one?”

“I don’t have a permanent sub, so I’m expected to do demonstrations for visitors, for the videos … for people who want to play the voyeur. That’s part of my job at the club.” Not his favorite part and he couldn’t wait to pass the torch to someone else, but he’d tell her that later. She managed to aggravate him like no other. He wanted to stretch her ass across his lap and spank the sass out of her. Then he wanted to kiss her until she collapsed. He wasn’t one to settle down, but she made him think twice. In her own way, she’d broken him.

“I thought we had something.” She turned her cup around. “Now I understand I was just another client.”

“I never said that. Never thought it,” he said. She’d been special from the start. He loved the way she felt in his arms, the way she moaned during a scene, the flicker in her eyes just before she came…

“Then why replace me? Why not tell me how you felt?” she asked. “Or have you come to this realization now that we’re not at the club?”

“First, I didn’t replace you. I don’t have any one sub I play with. The girls in the video are one and done. No sex, just demonstration and go. I haven’t found anyone who can fill your place. I’ve had a couple offers, but they aren’t you.” They shouldn’t be having this conversation in public, but she needed reassurance. “Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?”






Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com.
When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. Find out more about Megan and Wendi at: http://wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm Sign up for the newsletter here: http://ymlp.com/xgjmjumygmgj Website, Blog, Fan Page, Amazon Author Page, Bookbub, Instagram, Goodreads, and Twitter

New from Gale Stanley: OFF LIMITS a #MM #PNR #Shifters #Excerpt

OFF-LIMITS Sanctuary 1
Heat Rating: SCORCHINGWord Count: 21,584[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Contemporary Paranormal Romance, shape-shifter, M/M, HEA]

When Quinn Hart’s best friend died, he became guardian to the man’s ten-year- old son, Noah Stone. So far, Quinn has been able to conceal the growing attraction he feels for Noah, but now Noah is twenty-two and returning home from college. Honor still holds Quinn back from revealing his true feelings. Their community of bear shifters consider reproduction a priority, and Quinn fears they would never accept a homosexual relationship.
Noah has always hidden his romantic feelings for his guardian, but now he’s a man, and his desire is stronger than ever. Unable to handle his feelings, Noah leaves Oregon for a position in a research facility. But when Noah arrives in New York, he discovers his employer is harvesting bear bile and he’s the new source.
Quinn is determined to find Noah. But can he admit what he really wants before it’s too late?
Excerpt
Home. Noah had forgotten how much he missed the endless expanse of lush green landscape and the sparkling river. And the trees. Especially the trees. When the leaves whispered in the wind, it made Noah’s heart ache. Whoever had named their small town knew that trees were sanctuaries.
But for all that, home wasn’t a place, it was a person—Quinn. Noah could live anywhere with Quinn. But a life with Quinn was as likely as a sharknado ripping through Sanctuary.
Noah moved away from the window and gazed at his reflection. The mirror was wall mounted and speckled in places. The frame matched the wood dresser beneath it. A handknitted brown and tan spread covered the crude pine bed. The room had been decorated on a meager budget, but it was warm and comforting because Quinn had handcrafted all the furniture himself.
Noah’s bedroom hadn’t changed since he was a kid. Yesterday, when he’d first stepped through the door, he’d felt the walls close in on him. As a kid, this room seemed huge, but now that he was a man, he could see how small it really was. It felt surreal like turning back the clock, but not in a bad way. If only he could—
“Where’s the man of the hour?”
The sound of loud voices traveled up the stairs. More guests had arrived for the party. The community was small, but when everyone attended an event, it could be overwhelming. Noah checked his image in the mirror again. He’d already changed shirts several times, and he still wasn’t sure that he liked the blue chambray shirt he’d put on with his khakis. Why am I making such a big deal out of this? He felt like Marcus primping for one of those stupid frat parties. What difference did it make what color shirt he wore? Stop stalling, he told himself. You can’t stay in your room forever.
Noah stood at the top of the stairs. Below, friends and neighbors were chatting excitedly. Noah had nothing to say to them. He would disappoint them. Anxiety made his stomach churn.

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Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.Some things never change.
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New from Faye Avalon! CAELAN'S CAPTIVE #Fantasy #Romance

 
Caelan's Captive (Book #1, Limani Warriors) Fantasy Romance April 2, 2018 Evernight Publishing Cover Art: Jay Aheer 
Blurb Escaping the king’s harem, Lahna finds herself at the mercy of a warrior prince who holds her captive and makes no secret of his desire to have her. Lahna hasn’t fled from one tyrant only to become the captive of another, and she certainly has no intention of warming the bed of the fearsome prince…even if he does make her body burn and her senses reel.

Caelan suspects his voluptuous captive may have been sent to spy on him and discover his plans to liberate his land from the tyrannical rule of the king. But her arrival provides him with the perfect opportunity to set those plans in motion. First, that means making her his, and in doing so he might just satisfy the craving for her that heats his blood and fires his loins.

But can Caelan really trust her? And can Lahna trust him to keep her safe when it matters most? 

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Excerpt: He had markings on his skin, the type that were forbidden by the king. What looked like intricate black ribbons circled his muscled upper left arm. He also had scars along his right arm, the kind made by weapons of battle.
He caught her staring at him and she looked away, sipping at the water again.
“You find something of interest?”
She swallowed before glancing back at him. “You are not what I expected.”
His expression darkened and a tension moved into his big body. “Indeed. And what did you expect?”
At the coldness in his eyes, Lahna reached for her inner strength and all the bravado she could muster. “You wear the marks of battle and your hair is long.”
His gaze held hers, searching for some hidden answer for which she didn’t know the question. Then he leaned closer. “Before anything else, I am a warrior. You would do well to remember that.”
She pushed her head back into the pillow as he leaned farther down. When her stomach pitched again, she wondered at the wisdom of eating too much bread. Except this feeling didn’t feel like over-indulgence.
Only when he straightened did she breathe once more.
“What is the name by which you are known?”
What kind of game was he playing? Of course he knew her name. “Lahna,” she sneered, lifting her chin.
He said nothing, but narrowed his blue gaze directly at her.
She wouldn’t be intimidated. “How long am I to remain here?”
“As long as you wish.”
“As I wish?”
Pointedly, he looked around him. “Do you see locks on the doors? Bars on the windows?”
No, she didn’t, come to think of it. At least, none that were visible. But was it a ploy? Was he trying to lull her into feeling secure and then he would pounce? She didn’t trust him. Couldn’t afford to trust him.
“There are more ways to imprison a woman than with locks and bars.”
“Why would I want to imprison you?”
Was he genuinely trying to provoke her?  “That’s why I’m here, isn’t it? I’m little more than your prisoner, your captive. I appreciate you letting me regain my strength before I face my fate, but I would prefer to have an indication of what to expect when I am back to full health. What is to be done with me?”
“Now why would you expect that I intend to do anything with you?”
Infuriating man. He was toying with her like an animal trapped in a snare.
“I am in your quarters, am I not? Why am I here if not to be punished in some way?”
“May I remind you that you sailed into my waters uninvited? Had I not plucked you out of the reef, you would now be food for the fish.”
Sailed into his waters? Uninvited?
Everything inside her grew warm. Had she truly made it out beyond the horizon to where she had heard people lived freely? Unencumbered by the king’s tyrannical rule?
Her heart began pounding with joyful relief at the thought she might be free. But if that were so, where was she? This man spoke the same language, ate the same foods.
Maybe it was a trick and the king had meant to test her, find out why she had tried to escape. Had he tasked her guard to ingratiate himself with her, to learn of her plans, her reasoning? To pretend that he didn’t know who she was?
Yet, if this man really didn’t know her identity, and had no idea from where she’d come, maybe she had sailed far from the king’s clutches, to another land.
Regardless, she had to play things very carefully. It didn’t matter where she was. The king’s reach was vast. This man could be in the king’s employ whoever he was, and wherever he lived. The islands that were now under Zomotian rule would never dare go against their new ruler, the king.
She had to think. Had to remain vigilant.
The man surveyed her closely, suspicion heavy in his hypnotic gaze. “When your health is recovered, I will arrange for you to be sent back home.”
Grasping for courage she didn’t feel, she angled her chin into the air. “S…sent back?” Everything inside her went to ice.



 About the Author: 
Faye Avalon enjoys writing sexy stories about strong men and the savvy women who rock their world. She has taken a roundabout journey toward her writing career, working as cabin crew, detouring into property development, public relations and education, before finally finding her passion: writing spicy romantic fiction. Faye lives with her super-ace husband and one beloved, ridiculously spoiled dog.  

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Her Dom's Secret Past, a new #Erotic #Romance from Suzy Shearer! #Excerpt

Her Dom’s Secret Past by Suzy Shearer Heat Rating: Level 3 Word Count: 86,000
When Anabelle Rowley, fifty-five, takes a two-week break at an exclusive beach-front villa, she meets a man—but not just any man. Instead, this one ticks every box on her imaginary boyfriend list.
For fifty-two-year-old John Ethan, going on a short vacation to recover from injury and moving to Australia comes rather fast. Imagine his surprise when he meets a woman who arouses his every desire. 
Their holiday romance ignites fires in them both and this is something real, something long-lasting. But when Anabelle has to leave suddenly, neither has a way of finding the other again.
Will they ever be able to locate each other? And if they do, then John must reveal a secret, a secret that he fears Anabelle will never understand.
NOTE: This is told in 1st person POV from both the Hero and Heroine.
This is an erotic romance. There are explicit sexual descriptions and explicit language used throughout. It may offend some readers.
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STORY EXCERPT:  
I let my gaze roam all over her body, exciting me more. She was perfect in every way. I loved all her soft curves, or as she called them, “her wiggly bits”. I drank her in and crooked my finger, beckoning her closer. With only a little help from me, I made her climb onto the kitchen bench then set my stool between her legs. Today, I intended to make her wait. I was going to take her to the edge and back as many times as I could.  Placing my hands on each thigh, I moved each leg apart and pulled her until she was right on the edge of the bench, at the perfect height for me. Running a finger up and down, I discovered she wasn’t a little moist, she was extremely wet. I let her rich juices coat my finger and licked it.  “If you’re a good girl, I may let you come.”  Her beautiful green eyes widened in shock. “What?”  “You heard. Right now I’m in charge, so relax and enjoy.”  Cupping my hand, I pushed a finger into her hot wet cunt while I leaned forward and breathed in deep. God, I loved the smell of her arousal. It was sweet. It added to my excitement. She was intoxicating. I licked her. She gave a little sigh. Right, time to tease.  Using my fingers and my mouth, I fucked her until she tensed, and then I stopped. Glancing up into her face, it was a picture. I could tell she was excited, but at the same time a little annoyed. I waited until I knew the urge to climax had subsided. Then I began licking and fucking again. She leaned back on her elbows and began those little mewling sounds that she made.   I loved them!  Taking her to the edge time and time again, I could tell how frustrated she was as she pouted at me. I wondered simply how much longer it would be before she demanded her orgasm. I was enjoying myself a lot. The downside was I had a hard-on that was now painfully pressed against my shorts.  Ah, the things we do for love.  This time, when she was hovering on the edge, she tried to bring her legs together to keep my hand inside her. I laughed and shook my head. She bit her bottom lip and I figured this next time I’d let her come. Once more, I pushed a finger inside her, then another. In and out of that cunt. I loved the squishy noises it made as I began sucking and biting at her clit. She moaned louder and louder as the beginnings of her orgasm started again.  “Don’t stop!”  Her demanding scream echoed across the kitchen as I sucked on that bead. Drawing it in, I bit down hard with my mouth. If we ever got into a real Dom-sub relationship, she’d learn to behave. Still, at the moment, we were only two people enjoying each other’s bodies. © Suzy Shearer 2018


BIO: Author Suzy Shearer writes contemporary and paranormal erotic romances filled with mature and interesting characters. Her book Build A Love was runner-up in the Ménage category in the Easy Chair Bookshop's Fiction competition 2015 and A Hunter's Heart was runner-up in the Series Category. Perfect Three reached #20 on Amazon's Top Paid 100 Bestsellers in the erotic/interracial category while Build A Love was #8 on Amazon's list in the erotic/ménage category.

In 2017 Suzy was nominated for the Best Established Author in the Australian Romance Today Readers’ Choice Award. She made it through all the rounds to reach the finals. She came 8th in that final round against some extremely talented and well-known Australian Romance Authors.  A Buddhist, Suzy is single and lives in the Western Suburbs of Sydney, Australia with one very spoilt dog and two equally spoilt cats keeping her company.  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.  When she discovered many romance books seemed to cater for younger readers with their heroines and heroes in the 20s she decided to write about characters who were older but maybe not always wiser.  As she is in her 60s Suzy feels she can relate to her characters desires, fears and hopes and hopes her readers can as well. 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.  Sexy isn't just for the under 30s. When Suzy is not writing, she is usually painting - an accomplished watercolour Artist her subjects range from portraits and animals to nudes and landscapes.  http://sooziiiart.blogspot.com/
  LINKS - WHERE TO FIND SUZY:                                                          Website :  http://suzyshearer.wix.com/suzy Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SuzyS Blog:  http://suzyshearer.blogspot.com.au Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/SuzyShearer Twitter : https://twitter.com/SuzyShearer Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/sooziiis Linkedin: http://au.linkedin.com/in/suzyshearer Publisher: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/suzy-shearer/ Publisher: http://www.bookstrand.com/suzy-shearer Email her at: suzyshearer@optusnet.com.au

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#MidWeek Tease "You're really here." WITHOUT RESERVATION, a #MMF novella #Erotic #Romance #Excerpt

This week's HOT tease comes to you from WITHOUT RESERVATION, my MMF novella that released yesterday in the Spring Fling boxed set. Enjoy!
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Decked out in a new little black dress and three-inch heels, Meg fought off nausea and climbed from the limo Kayla had rented her for the evening.
Will they be here, she wondered, clutching her purse tight against her stomach? She highly doubted it, and her eyes stung at the thought. She’d finally made up her mind to go after what she longed for, and if she couldn’t get some sort of answer before the night ended…
Kayla and Mindy would kill her for sure, putting her out of her misery.
It took a good five minutes before she got through the dolled-up crowd, accepted a map from the attendant, and made her way into the open gallery.
Meg’s ears buzzed and knees shook as she glanced around the spacious interior. Two arches led off in opposite angles, soft light spilling out onto the marble floor and enticing the crowd to explore.
Rather than focus on the countless pieces of artwork on the walls or the map clutched in her hand, she searched the faces.
“Champagne?”
Meg jerked her head around to the waiter decked out in a black tux. “No, thank you.”
He started to turn away.
“Wait! You, uh…wouldn’t happen to know if Mr. Bitner and Mr. Reese are here tonight, would you?”
“Seeing as how I have no idea what they look like,” he replied with a smile, “I don’t know. I’m sorry.”
She returned his smile and went back to scanning the room. Chewing the inside of her lip, Meg meandered around the crowd.
No sign of either man.
On to the next room, she told herself, moving forward. Always forward. No more looking back.
A five-footpainting hung on the far wall, and the wave of colors drew her forward. Open-mouthed, she stopped in front of it and stared.
No. Way.
She glanced down at the map still clutched in her hand.


Bitner & Reece
Perfection, 2018
Oil on Canvas


Good God. Meg swallowed, lifting her head once more. She’d never seen the men tend toward abstract with their work. No defined lines, no definite image, but the three shapes depicted were definitely meant to be human. Three very intertwined humans.
“Perfection,” Jack had murmured after their first time together.
Warmth swept through Meg, and she pressed her thighs together as memories flooded her mind. Overwhelming desire slammed into her chest, and she bit her lower lip to keep from ruining the makeup Kayla had painted on her face.
I will not cry. Will not…
A ripple of familiar energy weakened her knees.
“What do you see?” a low voice whispered close to her ear.
Trevor. Meg swallowed but didn’t turn from the painting. “I-I see what I’ve been denying myself since I first met you and Jack.”
A finger tucked one of her curls behind her ears as heat caressed her backside. “And what is that?”
“Life.”
“Meg…” Jack’s voice broke on her name off to her left.
Meg closed her eyes, and Trevor pressed against her back, kissing the top of her head. Tears stung her closed eyes.
“Meg,” Jack said again, closer than before.
She didn’t need to see him to know he closed in on her and Trevor. He took her hand clutching the map and lifted it to caress the back of it down his cheek. “Oh, Meg.” He pulled the map from her hand, uncurled her fingers, and pressed a kiss into her palm. “You’re really here.”
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Swing by my fellow teasers this week!!

She's smoking hot...and his ex-partner's ex-wife... New from LM Spangler! #Contemporary #Romance

Blurb:            She's smoking hot...and his ex-partner's ex-wife.            Ridley Asher found herself unemployed. Jack Sterling needed an administrative assistant. No brainer, right?             Ridley became Sterling Motor's administrative assistant...and the object of Jack's desire. He had no idea the attraction was mutual.             After an indecent involving her ex-husband, they grow closer, both mentally and physically.              Little do they know, her ex has no intentions of letting her go.              Can they explore a life together even though she'd once belonged to someone else?Excerpt:


“Thanks, Jack. I know this might be awkward for you,” Ridley Asher said. “You never hung around us much.”She had no idea. Jack’s libido went into overdrive every time he’d see her. Even in the presence of Dean Asher. Ridley was temptation with a capital T. Curvaceous, stunning, exotic. A man’s fantasy.And his ex-partner’s ex-wife.“It’s no big deal, Ridley. You need a job and Sterling Motors needs an administrative assistant. You win, and I definitely win. I’m organized when it comes to restoring cars, but I can’t organize this business to save my life.” He’d just walk around the shop with a raging woody for eight or so hours a day. “Umm. Wha-what about Dean?” Her ocean-blue eyes searched Jack’s. A frown turned her full lips downward. Her response bothered him. Ridley deserved to smile. “Dean doesn’t play into this. This is purely a business decision. You have the skill set I need and you understand the restoration process. You literally know the nuts and bolts of a job.” He leaned back in his beat-up leather desk chair, elbows on the arms, and steepled his fingers. “I will let Dean know I hired you. Just to avoid any surprises.”She nodded. “Fair enough,” she admitted, wringing her fingers. “I hope I don’t put you in a bad situation, but I appreciate you hiring me. I can’t believe the firm closed down. We were in the green every quarter I worked there.”“I’m not sure, but their loss is my gain.” He rose from his chair, reaching his full height of six-feet-two. He leaned his head from side to side, cracking the vertebrae in his neck. “I know this is spur of the moment, but can you start today? You’re already here.”“I could, but I have Dozer with me.”A brow rose. “Dozer?” A large piece of construction equipment popped into his mind.A soft smile graced her face, adding alluring beauty to an already exquisite face. “My very large yellow Labrador retriever.”He gave a mental eye roll. Dean had mentioned that she couldn’t find a man so she’d gotten a dog instead. Jack seriously doubted she had trouble finding men. His mechanics and metal workers stopped whatever they were doing and watched her walk to Jack’s office. A magnet had nothing on her. “He’s welcome here. Three of my men bring their dogs with them. My only rule is they have to wear a fire retardant vest when they are around sparks or blow torches.”“Again, fair enough.” She rose from the chair opposite Jack’s desk and maneuvered around the beat-up metal piece of furniture. She laid her hand on his arm and stood on her tiptoes. “Thank you, Jack. I’m glad Denny gave me the heads up on the job.” Her lips brushed his ever so softly, probably not to entice, but to show her gratitude. Every nerve ending in Jack Sterling’s body roared to life. She returned to her chair and leaned over to pick up her purse. Her jeans hugged her heart-shaped bottom to perfection. Erotic pictures filled his mind.
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Author Bio:
             LM Spangler lives in South Central Pennsylvania with her husband, daughter, three dogs, a cat, a rabbit, and some fish. Her son serves his country in the US Navy.             She is a fan of college football and any kind of baseball and likes to watch the Discovery, Velocity, HGTV, DIY, Science, and any channel showing a college football game. She also watches old game shows like $25,000 Pyramid and Match Game.




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