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Woman as a Foreign Language, a #transgender #queerromance from @katherinewyvern

Dear Lynn,
Thank you so much for having me on your blog today to talk about my latest release, Woman as a Foreign Language. WaaFL came out last September, and has had some really wonderful reviews since then.
This is a love story between Nina, a girl who doesn’t know how to be a woman, and Julian, a man who is extremely good at it.
There are more than a few autobiographical elements in the book, so that writing it was sometimes painful and sometimes exhilarating, and in the end, certainly cathartic!
Unlike my other books, which have usually complex Sci-Fi or Fantasy settings, this is a very intimate love story, mostly set indoors in an unspecified contemporary town. Without all the trimmings of fancy world building the focus is entirely on these two unique, compelling characters, and this is without exception the most beautiful love story I ever wrote. Most readers who commented on the book found the characters truly unusual and memorable. I hope you will give it a go and enjoy it as much as they did. 
It took quite a bit of research to put this story together, especially Julia/n’s side of it, and also I was so attached to these characters, that once I was done with the book I realized I still had a lot to say on the topic. All this spill-over turned into Spice and Vanilla, WaaFL darker, naughtier, whip-and-leather sister, which will be published in May. It’s not WaaFL’s sequel, but it treats similar themes, and Julia/n and Nina both make a brief appearance. Stay tuned!
Woman as a Foreign Language was Runner-Up for Best Contemporary story in the Evernight Readers’ Choice Awards, and is available on the Evernight site at a 25% discount with the coupon code WINNER2017
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From the Reviews:
“…erotic and romantic; and painful and funny…” “…the great reading surprise of the year…” “…a true, master story teller…” “…beautifully written and heart wrenching…”“…It's literary fiction in the play of words while being a sensual romance with spark.”“…I absolutely loved this book. The writing is beautiful, the language perfectly suited to each point-of-view, and the characters wonderfully damaged. At its core, Wyvern twists the usual gender/genre expectations…”“…Nina is a young woman whose abusive childhood has made her afraid to fully own her femininity. And Julia and Julian are two souls in one body—or perhaps they are the same soul, just reflected in different ways. At first Nina’s attraction to Julia—Julian dressed en femme—seems like a adolescent girl-crush. But then it deepens into love, with some of the most gracefully written and heartfelt erotic scenes I have ever read.”
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Blurb:
What do you do when the woman you want to be … is a man?
Nina’s abusive childhood left her feeling so vulnerable when wearing anything flimsier than combat boots that she has spent her whole adult life dressed like a gang boy. But when she meets the tall, glamourous, charismatic Julia (actually her cross-dressing neighbor, Julian, going out en femme), Nina is seized by an overwhelming and terrifying urge to finally express her own femininity.
Julia/n has not only a slightly split personality but also a thoroughly broken heart. What s/he wants most is a partner who will love both Julia and Julian. While Nina learns from Julia how to be a woman, Julian discovers that they might well be made for each other, but it will take a struggle against prejudice and a whole conservative mind-set before they can follow their hearts, and express their true, unique, and beautiful selves.

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Woman as a Foreign Language at Evernight (with excerpt):http://www.evernightpublishing.com/woman-as-a-foreign-language-by-katherin-wyvern/
Woman as a Foreign Language on Amazon.com (download free sample):https://www.amazon.com/dp/B075RR8K1S/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1505902876&sr=8-1&keywords=woman+as+a+foreign+language
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 Katherine’s Blog: https://katherinewyvern.blogspot.fr/Katherine’s Website: http://meetingivory.wixsite.com/katherinewyvernKatherine’s Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/Katherine-Wyvern-Author-122569301260917/Or follow her on Instagram @katherinewyvern
You can also find an exclusive excerpt on my website, here:http://meetingivory.wixsite.com/katherinewyvern/copy-of-woman-as-a-foreign-language

#MidWeek Tease "You two will be the death of me." WITHOUT RESERVATION #MMF #EroticRomance #BoxedSet #SpringFling

 



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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Meg moved into the living room and rounded the couch, lower lip between her teeth. Jack slouched on the middle cushion, head back and eyes closed, legs spread. A dark shadow covered his cheeks, his full lips slightly parted.He’s so perfect.In near silence, she pulled off all of her clothing and knelt between his legs. She’d yet to have either Trevor’s or Jack’s cock in her mouth, and the sudden urge to taste Jack flooded her mouth with drool.Gaze on his closed eyes, she ran her hands up his thighs beneath his shorts.His lashes popped up, revealing sleepy hazel-green eyes. She reached up through his boxer briefs and grasped his flaccid length. The black of his pupils grew as did his cock, filling her hand and tenting his shorts within seconds.“I want to suck your cock,” Meg whispered, squeezing him.Jack groaned, and Meg sat back on her heels as he pushed down his shorts and briefs, struggling to get them off of his feet.Meg bit the inside of her lip to keep from giggling, and the second Jack eased back against the couch again, she leaned forward, her pebbled nipples rubbing the woven fabric of the couch cushion.Hands on his thighs and gaze on his eyes, she dragged the flat of her tongue up along his straining length. She closed her mouth over the tip, swirled the head a few times with her tongue, and sank down, humming her appreciation of his salty, musky flavor.Jack’s hands fisted in her unbound hair, and another deep groan rumbled in his chest. “Christ, Meg.”He lifted his hips to meet her as she sank back down, and she gave over to his guidance of her head. She rubbed her thighs together against the dampness heating her pussy.The rustle of clothes sounded, and seconds later, Trevor knelt on the other side of Jack’s right leg.A sharp inhale from Jack, and Meg backed off, running her tongue down the side of his cock.Trevor leaned in, and a rush of wetness seeped from Meg’s pussy to coat her thighs. Their tongues brushed each other’s as they licked Jack’s cock together. They kissed. Took turns taking him deep. Tongues tangling together and over his straining length.Meg nuzzled his drawn up balls as Trevor closed his lips around the head.“Fuck.” Jack gasped, his hips bucking. “You two will be the death of me.”
 
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#MidWeek Tease "You two will be the death of me." WITHOUT RESERVATION #MMF #EroticRomance

This week's HOT tease comes to you from WITHOUT RESERVATION, my MMF novella that released yesterday in the Spring Fling boxed set. Enjoy!
~~~oOo~~~

Meg moved into the living room and rounded the couch, lower lip between her teeth. Jack slouched on the middle cushion, head back and eyes closed, legs spread. A dark shadow covered his cheeks, his full lips slightly parted.He’s so perfect.In near silence, she pulled off all of her clothing and knelt between his legs. She’d yet to have either Trevor’s or Jack’s cock in her mouth, and the sudden urge to taste Jack flooded her mouth with drool.Gaze on his closed eyes, she ran her hands up his thighs beneath his shorts.His lashes popped up, revealing sleepy hazel-green eyes. She reached up through his boxer briefs and grasped his flaccid length. The black of his pupils grew as did his cock, filling her hand and tenting his shorts within seconds.“I want to suck your cock,” Meg whispered, squeezing him.Jack groaned, and Meg sat back on her heels as he pushed down his shorts and briefs, struggling to get them off of his feet.Meg bit the inside of her lip to keep from giggling, and the second Jack eased back against the couch again, she leaned forward, her pebbled nipples rubbing the woven fabric of the couch cushion.Hands on his thighs and gaze on his eyes, she dragged the flat of her tongue up along his straining length. She closed her mouth over the tip, swirled the head a few times with her tongue, and sank down, humming her appreciation of his salty, musky flavor.Jack’s hands fisted in her unbound hair, and another deep groan rumbled in his chest. “Christ, Meg.”He lifted his hips to meet her as she sank back down, and she gave over to his guidance of her head. She rubbed her thighs together against the dampness heating her pussy.The rustle of clothes sounded, and seconds later, Trevor knelt on the other side of Jack’s right leg.A sharp inhale from Jack, and Meg backed off, running her tongue down the side of his cock.Trevor leaned in, and a rush of wetness seeped from Meg’s pussy to coat her thighs. Their tongues brushed each other’s as they licked Jack’s cock together. They kissed. Took turns taking him deep. Tongues tangling together and over his straining length.Meg nuzzled his drawn up balls as Trevor closed his lips around the head.“Fuck.” Jack gasped, his hips bucking. “You two will be the death of me.”
 
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Spring Fling

A romance collection
Winter is fading into the distance and the season of love is upon us.
With desires building, passion explodes in this collection of steamy and must-read romances.
Come and join us, won’t you? Spring is in the air…

Featured Stories: Bossy Boots by Nicole Morgan Hero by Stacy-Deanne Inner Girl Rising by Jan Springer An Unexpected Twist by Krista Ames Love Potion by Cara Marsi Fiery Kisses by Khardine Gray Mister Write Now by Nikky Kaye The Millionaire by Lisa Marbly-Warir Why Not by Dana Kenzi Without Reservation by Lynn Burke Tempting Asher by Ja’Nese Dixon


Without Reservation Sandy Ridge #1by Lynn BurkeMMF Contemporary Romance
 Art studio vandalized and her mother in a fresh grave, Meg Winters heads off on vacation with her two best friends. She hopes for peace from her grief and the return of her muse. She doesn’t expect to run into the two men she idolizes, Trevor and Jack, the secretive wonders of the art world whose work she’s long admired. She certainly doesn’t expect them to be sex-on-legs gorgeous and determined to fulfill her number one sexual fantasy. They not only awaken her slumbering body, but also her creativity and the life she used to wield with her brushes. 
However, Meg carries a secret of her own which holds her back from surrendering herself fully to their desires. Will Trevor and Jack be able to overcome her reservations, or will the truth of her past ruin their chance for love? 
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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT FROM WITHOUT RESERVATION! 

Meg’s feet moved on their own accord, turning her around. She grabbed her pen flashlight and the throw off the foot of her bed to cover her nakedness, slipped on her flip flops, and made her way silently out of her room and toward the back door. It closed with a click behind her.

Heart racing and the inside of her lip between her lower lip, she picked her way through the blueberry bushes, her gaze flitting to the lit bedroom window. The floodlight flared to life as she stepped up onto their patio.

Their back door opened before she reached it, and she pulled up short.

Jack stood in the doorway, shirtless, his jeans slung low on his hips.

The silence rang in Meg’s ears as energy crackled between the short distance separating them.

“Just one night,” she finally whispered, her need moving her forward.

Jack opened the door wide and stepped back, his hazel eyes glued to her while holding his hand out.

She slipped her hand into his while crossing the threshold, and he tugged her forward into his arms. Jack’s full lips swiped across hers, slow and completely knee-weakening. The flashlight clanked as it fell to the floor beside them. Meg sagged against his hard chest and grasped at his back with her free hand, her hold on the throw covering her slipping enough it fell from her shoulders.

He licked the seam of her lips, and Meg opened with a sigh.

A groan sounded from beside them, but Meg was lost to the taste of Jack’s sweetness, inhaling his exhales as their tongues sought the other’s taste.

The door clicked shut behind Meg, and Trevor pressed against her back, his lips finding her neck, his hands grasping the flare of her hips, keeping the slipping throw from swishing to the ground and leaving her naked.

Jack’s hands tangled in her hair, angling her head to deepen their kiss.

Wetness coated her thighs, and she wiggled between the two hard bodies, needing to find the release she’d been riding the edge of since making her decision to give in.

“I’ve been dreaming about this since I first saw you,” Trevor whispered against her ear, tugging the blanket from around her.

Jack released her lips and tilted his forehead against hers. “God, yes.” He grabbed her ass and picked her up, and Meg wrapped her legs around his waist, her soaked core settling against the hard ridge inside his jeans.

Face buried in Jack’s neck, breathing in the woodsy remnants of his cologne, Meg gave over to the shivers of nerves pebbling her skin and sending tremors through her body. “I’ve never done this before,” she whispered against his skin. “Don’t worry.” Jack strode across the living room and toward the hallway leading to the bedroom. “We’ll take good care of you. Promise.”


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/AuthorLynnBurke  ~~~oOo~~~ 

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HOTNESS ALERT! Check out the face of Kerri Lake's INTREPID! *lickscreen*

 Today we have the gorgeous cover reveal for Keri Lake’s INTREPID. We are so excited to share this cover with you—check it out and pre-order your copy today!   Title: Intrepid Author: Keri Lake Genre: Contemporary Romance Release Date: April 10th  About Intrepid:   Pre-Order Your Copy Today: AMAZON US | AMAZON UK | AMAZON CA | AMAZON AU | B&N | APPLE | KOBO   OTHER BOOKS IN THE SERIES:  RICOCHET (VIGILANTES, #1):AMAZON US | AMAZON UK | AMAZON CA | AMAZON AU |B&N | APPLE | KOBO  BACKFIRE (VIGILANTES, #2):AMAZON US | AMAZON UK | AMAZON CA | AMAZON AU | B&N | APPLE | KOBO   Exclusive Excerpt:  The stranger stepped into my view, his hand outstretched.  “So you did it.” In spite of the ache in my back, I allowed him to pull me up to a stand. The echo of pain lingered in my ankle, knocking me back a step, but he yanked tight, and wrapped his hand around my waist to steady me. “You need me to carry you?” “No.  This is humiliating enough.  I’ll suffer the walk, thanks.” We rounded the building—ungracefully hobbled, in my case—to find a fire truck, police cars, and a crowd of people corralled together.  Though, that didn’t shock me quite as much as seeing the long, sturdy-looking fire escape snaking down the side of the building.   “You said there wasn’t a fire escape!  Why did you lie?” He shot a glance over his shoulder, but kept on down the side street.  “You said you couldn’t climb down the chimney.  You lied, too.” “I had no choice!  I could’ve died up there!” “Everyone has a choice.  So, how does it feel?” “How does what feel?” I hissed, and at a sharp throb along my shin, I winced. “To conquer your fear.” I paused, dumbfounded, and looked back to the building and the chimney I’d just climbed down.  Ninety feet high inside a cramped space.  Something I wouldn’t have willingly done, had someone paid me. “Offer’s still there, if you want a ride home.”  Twisting around to face me, he walked backwards, sliding a pair of gloves onto his hands. “Or you can wait for your Uber.  Your choice.” “I don’t even know your name.”   “Ty.” “I’m Sera.  As in Serafina.” “Yeah, I know.” Rearing back, I frowned, folding my arms as I followed after him.  “Um.  How?” “Bea!  Simone!  It’s Sera!  Wait for me!”  His hands waved dramatically in the air, mocking me. Biting the inside of my cheek stifled the urge to laugh.  “Right.” “So, Serafina.  Named after the angels.”  He came to a stop in front of a sleek black motorcycle hidden in the brush, and handed me a helmet he pulled from somewhere on the other side of it.   “What are you, a religion major?” He smirked and looked past me for a moment, as if checking to make sure no one had followed us. Paranoid, I checked, too, before shifting my attention back to the impressive machinery standing before me.  “I’ve never been on a bike before.” Lips screwed to a wry smile, he mounted the bike and jerked his head for me to get on behind him.  “Well, this night just keeps getting better and better, doesn’t it, Sera?” 
 About Keri Lake:
Keri Lake is a dark romance writer who specializes in demon wrangling, vengeance dealing and wicked twists. Her stories are gritty, with antiheroes that walk the line of good and bad, and feisty heroines who bring them to their knees. When not penning books, she enjoys spending time with her husband, daughters, and their rebellious Labrador (who doesn’t retrieve a damn thing). She runs on strong coffee and alternative music, loves a good red wine, and has a slight addiction to dark chocolate.
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LIZZY'S TEMPTATION by Izzy Szyn #Giveaway #Excerpt

Lizzy's TemptationBy Izzy Szyn
 
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When Lizzy sneaks into an event where actress Ivory Rodgers was scheduled to appear, she gets more than she bargained for. Ivory Rodgers is hotter, sexier in person and takes Lizzy under her control.
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Excerpt:   “Looking for the Ivory Rodgers’ party?” asked a soft feminine voice behind her.“Yes,” answered Lizzy, turning her head. Holy shit, it was Ivory Rodgers. Just be cool, just be cool, she told herself. “Come with me,” she smiled. “Okay,” admitted Lizzy.“I’m Ivory Rodgers,” she introduced herself, holding her hand out.“Lizzy Holloway. It’s very nice to meet you,” she replied, shaking her hand. Damn, the woman was even hotter in person, tingles ran up her arm. Damn, she’d never been this way with anyone before.“I love your hair and dress,” complimented Ivory, walking towards a ballroom. “Thanks.” Self-consciously, Lizzy touched her hair, still getting used to the different shades of purple spiral curls hung down her back. “I just got it done today.”“I like it,” smiled Ivory, her jet-black hair hung down the middle of her back. Her trademark hazel eyes, made it hard for Lizzy to turn away.“There you are Ivory,” said a man that seemed to command the room with his presence. Tall, elegant in a black suit. “We’re about to start. Who’s this?” “My new friend Lizzy Holloway,” introduced Ivory. “Lizzy this is Spencer.”“Hi,” something about him told Lizzy he was used to commanding attention. That most people he encountered would do whatever he would say.“Ivory, I warned you about doing this,” he said to her, looking worriedly at Lizzy. “I told you this needs to stop.”“Why? When I can make new friends like Lizzy,” questioned Ivory. “Get something to eat, and I’ll be back soon. I won’t stay here long, then we can go somewhere quiet and get better acquainted.”“Me?” Lizzy couldn’t stop the shock from her voice. Lizzy wanted to get better acquainted with her?“Yes, you,” confirmed Ivory. “I can’t wait until I get you alone.”Why did it sound like she’d been expecting Lizzy? Maybe she should leave? But then she’d miss the chance to get to talk to Ivory. This could be a night she’d never forget. Walking to the tables that lined the wall, she picked some stuff off the plates. “Drink?” asked a waiter behind her. “Thanks, do you have any Pepsi?” she asked. Thinking it might be better to keep her mind clear. “Of course,” he nodded, “I’ll be right back.”


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New York Times Bestselling Author Izzy Szyn was born in May of 2014 when a friend dared her to write. Born and raised in Detroit, Mi. Izzy now lives in Oklahoma City with her furchild Misty, the friendliest Chihuahua/Terrier you will ever meet. Currently works in a call center, where she writes in between phone calls. Izzy loves to keep in touch with her readers. Email her at izzyszyn@gmail.com.


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Do you know the difference between magicians and witches? BLACK CAT SECURITY #BDSM #Romance

Black Cat Security by Katerina Ross 
Dragomir, a magician with PTSD and a very inconvenient curse upon him, struggles to make a living, taking part in illegal boxing matches. Fighting is the only thing he’s good at now. But how long can he keep it up? The fights are dangerous, and he’s untrained. A pretty witch he meets one night says she might change his life for the better. Is she really willing to help, or does she have her own wicked plans about him? And can she succeed where all the magicians of Scholomance have failed?

Warnings (or an incentive to read): BDSM, FemDom, bondage, whipping, spanking, pegging… and some magic, too :)

Excerpt  
When he came to, the first thing he understood: he couldn’t see. A moment of panic—and then another realization: there was a blindfold of some kind over his eyes. He was standing with his arms up above him … and wait, were his hands bound? What the hell? He tried to reach up, rotating his wrists, and clutched at the chains he was hanging from. Yes, fucking chains. And leather handcuffs, buckled very tight. And he couldn’t feel any clothes upon himself, just something around his neck in addition to his dog tag.

Then he remembered. Ida. Her apartment. Talking about his curse. She said they had to negotiate…

And after that—nothing.

He jerked at the chains, hard. And again, and a few times more. They didn’t give. There was some slack, so at least his arms weren’t pulled up too tautly, but he couldn’t break free.

“You must be wondering what happened to you,” Ida said somewhere to his left. “You agreed to an experiment, remember? And here you are. A fine specimen for a very interesting test.”

Her hand touched his chest lightly, out of nowhere, and he jolted at the contact as if she prodded him with a stun baton.

She chuckled quietly. “So skittish. But it’s understandable. Everyone would be jumpy in your place.” Her hand wandered across his pecs, brushed his nipple, and disappeared. “I’ll let you adjust. Try tugging at the chains again if you want to check whether they will break or not. I allow you. But here’s a spoiler: they won’t. It’s not some rusty old shackles. They are good and new, very sturdy, and secured to an eyehook in the ceiling. There had been a large chandelier hanging from it once, so it’s quite reliable. I redecorated the room long ago, but I always thought the hook would come in handy one day. It’s a mild nuisance the handcuffs have to be hanging so high—I’m not that tall. But a bit of hypnosis, and you helped me to restrain you most eagerly.”

What the hell was going on?

As if through a fog, Dragomir remembered saying yes to some kind of experiment and even filling and signing a yes/no negotiation form, but it was a vague memory, distant and dream-like. Everything else—a boxing match, a fight before that—seemed even more surreal.

Ida’s hand slipped along his flank, ticklishly, up to his neck, and tugged at what he realized was a collar.

“And this is to ensure you wouldn’t break free using magic. Quite a special thing. Leather, silver, and a security spell. Meant especially for wayward mages, something of the kind they use in prisons when incarcerating a person with enhanced abilities.” She slipped a finger under the band around his throat, making it too tight, almost choking him. “So you will behave, no matter whether you want it or not. A bad boy will be a good boy for a change.”

“What are you doing?” he rasped out.

“Just making you harmless. Wasn’t it what you wanted, to cause no harm to me?”

Was she mocking him?

He stood there, wearing nothing but a collar, a dog tag, and a blindfold. It was ridiculous. Laughable. Humiliating.

And scary.

Rationally, he knew he probably had nothing to worry about. Or did he? But anyway, all rational thoughts gave way to a primitive bodily reaction—discomfort at being tied up, helpless. It felt like he was itching all over under his skin with uneasiness bordering on unwanted panic, too exposed, deprived of sight. He tried to wriggle his wrists out of the handcuffs instead of jerking at the chains, but to no avail.

“Nope, the handcuffs will hold, too,” Ida warned him. “I checked, and not just once. As I might have said, I do a bit of coaching now and then, but of an unusual kind. I call it expanding boundaries. Experiencing new sensations. It doesn’t normally include sex, but for you, I might make an exception.”

A peck of a kiss between his shoulder blades. Hands running up and down his sides, in a comforting manner, but at the same time, it was unnerving. He tried to twist away from her touch, stubbornly, but she squeezed his hips, adding a hint of nails.

“Sshh, don’t twitch, hold still,” she said, “or I’ll pull up the chains. They say it’s extremely painful to hang from your wrists. Excruciating.”

“Oh yeah?” he managed. “Someone else complained?”

“And very loudly. Good thing this room is soundproof. As I said, it had been redecorated.”

Her arms went ‘round him. She was still clothed, but he could feel her little perky breasts pressing against his back. His cock, already half-hard, immediately went into a very interested mode. It didn’t seem to mind the strangeness of the situation.



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NEAR PERFECTION Haley Snider thought Warren Chalmers was the perfect Dom, so she transformed herself into the perfect sub. A woman in love is truly blind, because Warren can be such an ass. Warren doesn't really know what he wants, and questions the very perfection he apparently sought. Haley leaves Warren before he can reject her, unveiling a surprising temper and steely determination. He is both intrigued and forced to look at himself. He doesn't much care for what he finds, and is determined to change, to seek Haley out and really get to know her. Realizing that her obsession with Warren has kept her from being true to herself and him, Haley decides to embrace life differently. Upon reconnecting with her, Warren discovers his best friend Gordon Sinclair has a different idea in mind for them all, and that life can be filled with both friendship and love. And hot sex.
TRUE PERFECTION Haley Snider left her selfish Dom and sought solace with her best friend. Gordon Sinclair facilitated Haley and Warren Chalmers’s reunion—with a twist. He proposes a ménage relationship. But Haley isn’t so sure. She’s afraid of getting hurt again and also wants to pursue her career and live her life outside of the bedroom, something Warren hadn’t accepted before. She resists their attempts at building a relationship and then tragedy strikes.She blames herself, believing she has been selfish and her desperate, guilty feelings cloud her thinking. She won’t walk away this time but will wait for Gordon and Warren to realize she’s brought them too much trouble and tell her to leave. In the meantime, she will try to make amends, reverting back to pretense.It takes considerable effort on her men’s part to help Haley face reality and accept what she truly needs and deserves.
ABSOLUTE PERFECTION Georgios Andreas’s wife, Jane, left him and died under mysterious circumstances. Afterward, he avoided relationships outside of club play.At a ceremonial claiming, he meets the sister of the submissive, there to bear witness to her sister’s claiming. Iris Snider draws him, initially because she looks like Jane, but he quickly realizes she is so much more. He is powerless against the attraction.Georgios sweeps her off her feet, insisting she too is submissive. Iris, for the first time in her life, leaps before she looks. She falls in love and submits to Georgios, hoping for more than a D/s relationship, and he, too, dares hope for more.Iris then sees a picture of Jane and is devastated by her resemblance to Georgios's dead wife. She refuses to take the leavings of a ghost. Georgios gives her space, inadvertently putting her in danger. Jane’s killer is still out there, and he, too, has seen the resemblance. And he hates George.Buy Links:

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Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07BC681W3
Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/aspire-to-love
Author Bio:Allyson Young lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada with her husband and numerous pets. She’s always enjoyed the written word and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one. A bestselling Amazon author, a hybrid author, as of December 2017, she, along with her alter ego and three coauthors, has published four series and several standalones in contemporary, sci fi, fantasy and suspense genres—50 books in total.Allyson will write until whatever inside is satisfied, until the heroes man up and the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet and Allyson favours the darker side of romance.

#MWTease: "I no longer had my e-reader and its cloud loaded with pussy-tingle-inducing goodies." DIVULGING SECRETS #suspense #romance

This week's tease comes from my latest release, DIVULGING SECRETS, a romantic suspense novella.
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Candace Lake, I signed for at least the five-hundredth time in the previous couple of weeks.

Not bad.

I studied the flowing script, hating I had a new identity, but loving I’d been able to choose it. The first name had popped into mind with no clue where it came from. The last I had taken because of my favorite author. Dark, raw erotic romance and BDSM at its best. Her stories were delicious with a capital D.

But I no longer had my e-reader and its cloud loaded with pussy-tingle-inducing goodies.

Thank God I had been my mother’s sole heir, otherwise I would be at my marshals’ and the government’s mercy, needing to budget out the tiny stipend afforded to others like me for such luxuries.

High concrete walls enclosed my tiny courtyard. Children played in the one beside me, but I’d never met or seen either girl who enjoyed squealing at each other.

A small bungalow in no-man’s-land Maine awaited me, a rental Marshal Taft had set up when I decided Maine would be as good a state as any. A backwoods, quiet place for me to begin my new, unwanted life.

“I’m Candace Lake from the North Shore,” I mumbled to the threatening sky. Seeing as how I had a Boston accent, I couldn’t very well claim I hailed from North Dakota or the sticks of central Pennsylvania.

“I recently lost both parents and decided to head north to escape the heartache. Mountains in my back yard, the ocean less than an hour to the east,” I muttered the lie into the empty air.

A natural, Marshal Taft had said the first time we’d sat down together to go over my new past. He’d thrown question after question at me, and I hadn’t stumbled a single time over the lies. Papa had always said I had an answer for everything. Head-strong, opinionated, and quick-minded, I’d always had a story to cover my ass if late for curfew as a teen. Always had a reasonable excuse for being late with papers in college, too.

I would have made an incredible lawyer—but I would never get the chance.

I needed to make a life for myself, but not draw attention. A boring existence, void of family—and love. A relationship started with lies and hiding one’s true self would never endure the test of daily life together.

Still, better than jail for all the items I had smuggled. Never mind I hadn’t known they were stolen. It was the aiding and abetting Papa. Obstruction of justice … and the list went on.

Once I realized Papa couldn’t escape the consequences for his life as a criminal, I caved to the pressure. Pointed fingers and spilled my guts. Selfish, but necessary.

Witness protection or protective custody. Who wouldn’t choose the first?

One last psychological exam, and I would be ushered down the hushed, carpeted hallway I’d entered the capitol’s hideout by, security cameras at every turn, doors swishing open and shut as though on their own.

Into a van without windows—same as when I’d arrived at Dulles—back into a tiny jet bound for Portland.

A rain drop landed on my notebook, smearing my new signature, not that my chicken scratch wasn’t already ineligible, anyway. Hand on the door knob, notebook slash diary clutched to my chest, I gazed around the only exterior space I’d been allowed in weeks.

I had written every day while sitting at the plastic table. Drank my coffee in the hard chair, imagining the sun rise as the sky above my concrete jail lightened. Wrapped in a blanket, jotting down a memoir that wouldn’t be given the chance to leave the WITSEC safe house.

A waste of time and energy, but I’d had nothing else on which to spend my time.

In the morning, I would leave for Maine. In the morning, I became Candace Lake for real. Lila Scorzoni would always haunt the shadows of my mind, but I felt confident I wouldn’t blow my cover.

But I was confident, too, in Papa’s associates to exact revenge on the one who had single-handedly brought down their lucrative, illegal business. ~~~oOo~~~
  
PURCHASE LINKS:
Evernight Publishing: www.evernightpublishing.com/divulging-secrets-by-lynn-burke/
Amazon: www.amazon.com/dp/B07B4HHWM6
Amazon UK: www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07B4HHWM6
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FOREVER AND ALWAYS, a new audio book by London Saint James! #Romance #Destiny

Hi! Thank you so much for having me on your blog today to chat about my brand new audiobook baby, Forever & Always. This is book two of my Two Hearts, One Soul Duet and continues where Always, book one left off, completing Winter (my heroines) story.  
One of the things readers/listeners ask me quite often is where does the inspiration for my stories come from? My answer; from many things—dreams, music, art, conversations, places I’ve been, etc… But when it comes to this duet, my inspiration came from a question to myself after seeing a documentary about kids who clearly remembered events, people, and places they shouldn’t have known about and the belief of past lives. 
What was the question(s) I asked myself? 
What if there was such a thing as soul mates? One person you were meant to love? From there came, what if we met our soul mate, lost them, and found them again years later? Is soul transfer or reincarnation a possibility? Can love conquer death?
Now, it’s your turn to ponder. Is it possible? Do you believe in soul mates?
XoXoLondon

Genre: M/F Contemporary RomanceNarrated by Tor Thom & Charley OngelListening time 12 hrs and 27 mins
From internationalbestselling author London Saint James comes the final installment of Two Hearts, One Soul, a breathtaking story of two people who have always been connected, forever tied together by fate, by destiny, by unbreakable love.

With the media hell-bent on exposing Winter’s once private life, Cayden will do anything to protect her. But there’s more than just the voracious paparazzi conspiring against them.

Involved in an unprecedented web of strange events, and wound in a string of lies about to break with devastating consequences, Winter must battle ghosts from her past that threaten to harm the man she loves.

Faced with a choice she always knew would be inevitable, and a secret of her own, can the fairytale Winter’s been living with Cayden beat the odds of their reality and really come true?

Listen to a sample




Excerpt
A breeze blew into the bedroom from the open balcony doors—crisp and clean. The details of winter lingered with just a hint of spring to come, giving the warm room a punch of coolness as early morning sun slanted across the foot of the bed, highlighting the sheets in disarray.My gaze shifted over to Cayden, sitting at the writing desk, phone in hand, speaking to someone about his upcoming film shoot. When his current film was done, he would be heading to Vancouver.Would I be going? I didn’t know.Leaning my hip against the doorjamb of the bathroom, I watched him, how his body moved—the muscles that flexed in his arm when he picked up a script from the desk. He was quietly confident, his movements fluid. No doubt, Cayden was something to watch even in such mundane things.So very much like Austin.Walking quietly out of the bathroom, I went to him, not wishing to disturb him, but desperately wanting to touch the man of my dreams. In many ways, he still seemed unreal to me, as if he were an optical phenomenon that could liquefy into hazy lines of heat and disappear.With the phone to his ear, Cayden turned and looked at me, his sapphire gaze roaming from the hair piled in a messy bun atop my head, to my bubble-gum-pink-painted toenails before he smiled.My heart thrummed.Reaching out, he pulled me onto his lap where I willingly went,and picked up a pen from beside my laptop. Then, he crooked his head, holding the handset to the cordless in place against his shoulder to free his other hand and took a hold of mine.Curious, I wondered what he was up to.Cayden turned my hand over, palm side up. Swiped his fingers softly over my palm once. Wrote, I Love U, boldly across it. And then he curled my fingers closed, securing the words tight within the palm of my hand before he moved his hands from mine and took hold of the handset again.My heart, not to mention my body, felt as if it would explode from the joy those three little words inspired. But the fact he wrote them, tattooed them onto my skin, was simply the sweetest thing he could have done.“Go ahead and e-mail it. I’ll take a look,” he said to the person on the other end of the phone.There was a pause. A buzzing followed by another pause.“Sure. Not a problem,” Cayden replied, motioning for me to get up.When I did, he adjusted the hard, straight-backed desk chair as well himself, and patted his lap.Wearing nothing but a towel, I straddled him, chest to chest, and placed my arms around his strong shoulders. “Good?” I mouthed.He winked his approval.I played with the ends of his hair, feeling the impressive bulge beneath his designer sweatpants jerk against my bare core.Blood raced through my veins with a start.“Yes,” Cayden said into the phone. “I’m planning on it, but we can talk about that later.”There was another pause, more humming sounds, then one of his hands went to my backside and squeezed. “Okay, thanks,” Cayden said.He hadn’t been talking to me, but to whoever was on the phone.“I will. Enjoy your breakfast.” He punched the end button and placed the handset into the receiver on the desk.“I didn’t mean to disturb your call. I realize it was business,” I said.“You can ‘disturb’ me anytime, baby.”
You Can Find Forever & Always on Audio Here:
Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07B3Y13WCAmazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Forever-Always-Hearts-Soul-Duet/dp/B07B3YF5RH/Audible US: https://www.audible.com/pd/Romance/Forever-Always-Audiobook/B07B3WZPYQAudible UK: https://www.audible.co.uk/pd/Fiction/Forever-Always-Audiobook/B07B3YXWK4




A Little About the Narrators
If you have had the pleasure of listening to any of Tor Thom and Charley Ongel’s auidobooks, you’ve probably said to yourself, “Wow, they really work well together.” Part of their great vocal chemistry is sheer talent, but the other part is most likely due to the fact they are together. Yep. Tor and Charley are happily married and have been narrating and producing audiobooks for the last year and a half, gathering hordes of fans. And, yes, I’m a fangirl of their work, too!
You can find out more here:YouTube: http://tinyurl.com/y73von9mFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/torthomInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/tor_thomTwitter: @TorThomNarrator   

A Little Bit About Me
I live in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee with a sexy, alpha-male hero of my very own and a spoiled, bossy fat cat. The stories I write have hot, protective men who love their women, and strong—even if they don’t realize they are strong—women who love and protect their men. The road to their Happily Ever Afters may not be easy, and they may have a little bit of angst, but they’ll get everything worked out, do a lot of kissing, and have some sizzling moments along the way.
You can check out my website when you get the chance at http://www.londonsaintjames.comand take a look around.
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