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October 18, 2018
#NewRelease #FriYAY! HIS TOUCH by Dulce Dennison #MM #Erotic #Fantasy #Excerpt
Pyk never thought he’d find his destiny deep within the shadows of the dark forest. 
Pyk doesn’t fit in with the light Fae, no matter how hard he tries to conform to the ways of his people. He craves things, dark things, that no light Fae should ever think about, much less desire. At four hundred years old, he thinks he should have things figured out by now, not still be feel like he doesn’t belong. Until the day the dark forest calls to him…
Prince Llewellyn was banished from his home long ago, his deformities too much for even the dark Fae to handle. Nearly forgotten, he’s lived in isolation for five thousand years. Stories of the monstrous Fae prince have become fodder for nightmares to scare Fae children into obedience. But Llewellyn lives, and he’s lonely. When a light Fae comes to him, Llewellyn demands that Pyk bow and submit. He only means to keep Pyk long enough to ease the ache of being alone -- he doesn’t count on falling in love.
When others want to destroy Pyk and use him to start a war with the light Fae, Llewellyn knows he must do everything he can to protect his mate, even if it means going home. Now that he’s found the perfect Fae to give in to his dark desires, he’s not letting him go.
WARNING: contains bondage, spanking, sex toys, anal sex, and a bit of darkness. If you don’t like over the top hot scenes between two sexy fae males that may melt your e-reader, then this book isn't for you.Purchase October 19th at Changeling PressPre-Order for October 26th at Amazon, Barnes &Noble, iTunes, and Kobo
ADULT EXCERPT“So beautiful,” the prince murmured. “Seeing you stretched wide like this makes me even harder.”
Another swirl of magick warmed Pyk, and the toy began sliding in and out of him, as the prince moved around to the head of the bed. The sight of his long, thick cock was nearly enough to make Pyk come. Pre-cum leaked from the tip of Prince Llewellyn’s cock in a steady stream, and the prince wiped it along Pyk’s lips. Pyk licked his lips, and the prince’s essence burst on his tongue, a heat started building inside of him. It burned its way through his veins, making the cum in his balls sizzle, and just as suddenly as it started, the feeling ebbed until only a slight warmth remained.
Pyk didn’t know what the hell was going on. He’d never experienced anything like that before, and he’d tasted the cum of other fae before. It wasn’t like he was a four-hundred-year-old virgin.
“Open,” the prince demanded.
Pyk lowered his jaw and the prince thrust inside, not going slow or easy, just filling his mouth and sliding down his throat. The prince’s claw-tipped fingers gripped Pyk’s hair, tilting his head so the prince could fuck his mouth, forcing his cock down Pyk’s throat with every stroke.
Prince Llewellyn groaned. “Yes, take all of it. Make me come then get me hard again.”
Between the taste of the prince on his tongue, and the pleasure from the toy in his ass, Pyk was barely hanging on. His body strained as he fought not to come, knowing the prince would be angry since he hadn’t given Pyk permission. The prince’s cock swelled and then Pyk’s mouth flooded with cum. He eagerly swallowed every drop, that strange warmth spreading through him again, then continued to lick and suck Prince Llewellyn’s shaft until he was just as hard as before.
“Nearly time,” the prince murmured, caressing the side of Pyk’s face as he slipped free of Pyk’s mouth.
Prince Llewellyn moved behind Pyk and eased the toy from his ass. Pyk felt thoroughly used, and still ached to come. The prince’s tail brushed Pyk’s thigh before circling around his cock, stroking his shaft. He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut tight in an effort to keep control of himself. The prince’s hands caressed his hips and back, and as the prince’s tail moved faster, squeezed harder, Pyk couldn’t hold on anymore. With a cry, he came, spilling his release across the bedding under him.
“Naughty light fae,” the prince said, his voice deep and delicious, filled with dark promises. “You’ll have to be punished.”
Pyk whimpered as the prince drew away from him, his tail still wrapped tight around Pyk’s cock. If anything, it seemed to squeeze him harder. Pyk didn’t know what his punishment would be, but he eagerly waited to see what the prince would do.
The prince’s hand cracked against Pyk’s ass, making him cry out in shock, then moan as the sting started to burn. The prince spanked him again and again, until both of Pyk’s ass cheeks felt like they were on fire. By the time the blows stopped, Pyk’s cock was hard again, and his cheeks flushed at the thought of getting hard while the prince abused his ass. He secretly wanted to beg for more.
Prince Llewellyn parted Pyk’s ass cheeks, making him cry out in both pain and anticipation. The prince’s hard cock slid deep without any hesitation. Pain sparked along Pyk’s nerves at the sudden intrusion, and how fucking big the prince was. Prince Llewellyn didn’t take him slow, or easy. He fucked him, taking what he wanted. If Pyk whimpered, the prince drove into him harder. Soon, it didn’t hurt as much, and it started to turn into something more. Something delicious.
“Beg me for it,” the prince said.
“Please let me come.”
The prince’s hand cracked against his ass again, even though the strokes of his cock never slowed. Pyk cried out, wondering if his tender flesh was bruised. “That wasn’t what you were supposed to beg me for. Ask for my cum.”
“Please,” Pyk said with a gasp. “Give me your cum. Fuck your cum into my ass.”
The prince pounded harder into him, and his tail stroked Pyk’s cock faster. The prince’s release filled his ass, and still he kept thrusting, almost as if he were trying to pound it in deep.
“Come for me, little light fae,” the prince murmured. “Squeeze my dick with this tight ass. Show me how much you’ve loved this.”
Pyk cried out as he spilled his release on the bedding again, his ass clenching down on the prince’s cock. Prince Llewellyn thrust harder and deeper until he came again. Pyk could feel the prince’s cum sliding out of him even though he was still stuffed full of the prince’s cock. Prince Llewellyn murmured sweet words to him, as those claw-tipped hands stroked down his back and his hips. He ground his pelvis against Pyk’s ass.
“So good,” the prince said softly. “So very good. My sweet, submissive, little light fae. How eager you are.”
ABOUT THE AUTHORWith an overactive imagination and a penchant for making up stories, was it any wonder Dulce Dennison decided to be an author? From cowboys to shapeshifters, she has a story for them all, but her passion lies in writing m/m romances. Dulce believes in love in all shapes and sizes, and that everyone deserves a happily-ever-after.Follow Dulce on Amazon and Facebook!
October 12, 2018
PRE-ORDER SNEAK PEEK! Without Hesitation, Sandy Ridge 2 by @AuthorLynnBurke #Erotic #Romance
Without Hesitation
Sandy Ridge #2
by Lynn Burke
Releasing October 24, 2018
Keywords: Contemporary, Romance, Series
Dumped like a bag of misshapen clay four months before her wedding, grade-school art teacher Mindy Hughson has no intention of opening her heart to anyone ever again. Hookups and one-night-stands fill the ache of abandonment—but still leave her wanting.
Attempting to find peace from the shattered pieces of her past, Mindy returns to Sandy Ridge where she's drawn to the cabin’s owner, Gage Hart. A carefree fling with a ripped hunk of fuck-a-licious beefsteak is just what she needs to fill the emptiness she feels inside. But Gage's sexy smirk, lone dimple, and deep stare demand more than just the press of her body against his. He wants her love. With his mere presence threatening her resolve to keep things simple, will the pain of her past force her to flee? Or will Mindy dare to open her heart to Gage without hesitation? ~~~SUPER EXCLUSIVE SNEAK PEEK!~~~ Mindy lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, uncaring of the fact her dress rode up, andthey stood in a public parking lot. Enough shadow hid her from view, she expected, and if not, she hoped whoever glanced at them enjoyed the show. The hard ridge of Gage’s cock pressed against her, and the slow gyrating of his hips and thrusting tongue brought a gasp to her lips. “Keep that hip action up,” she said as he kissed along her jaw, “and I’m going to come.” “Hot and bothered, huh?” he whispered in her ear, his hot breath sending tingles along her spine. “I want you.” “I can’t keep my mind off of you, Mindy. Goddamnit.” Gage returned his lips to hers and slid a hand between them. He groaned as his fingertips rubbed along the wet silk separating their skin. “You’re fucking soaked.” She wiggled againsthis hand with a moan. “I’m soaked because of you. I’ve never wanted a man like this before.” “You’re like a drug…” “This craving is driving me insane…” He stared down into her eyes as his finger toyed with the edge of her panties against the inside of her thigh “Touch me, Gage.” He shut his eyes. Swallowed. With a groan, he slid his fingers beneath the edge of her panties and stroked up through her wetness. “I want you to come on my hand,” he whispered and leaned down, brushing his lips over hers. “I want your cum dripping off my fingers.” Slow-going…fucking gone, thank God! She moaned and tipped her head back against the window as he slid his finger deep inside of her throbbing pussy. His thumb brushed over her clit, and she gasped, her body bucking against him. Gage pressed in with a second finger and rubbed across her hard nub. “Come for me, baby.” He captured her lips, and Mindy’s climax ripped through her, his mouth muting her cries. Her pussy clamped down on this thrusting fingers, trying to pull him deeper. Not enough… She whimpered while thrusting to meet him. “Need you,” she gasped, pulling her mouth away from him. “Fuck.” Gage growled and bit her collarbone while flicking over her clit again. “Oh, God!” A second climax rippled over Mindy, and she sucked in her lower lip to keep her groans contained. Gage lifted his hand and licked his fingers clean as she panted for breath, her legs still wrapped tight around him. “You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.” Another rush of arousal swept over Mindy. “I want your cock inside of me, Gage.” “Goddamn, the way you talk.” They peered at each other in the darkness, and an ache Mindy recognized clenched her chest. Fucking only, she reminded herself, pushing the feeling away and lowering her wobbly legs. “Let’s get back to the cabin before I beg to ride you right here in this truck.” Gage groaned again and stepped back, adjusting himself through his jeans. “Don’t know if I can wait that long.” “Get in the truck.” A smirk brought out his dimple, and he pulled open her door, grabbed her purse, and ushered her up into the cab. He slammed the door and rounded the truck, and the second he climbed in, Mindy got onto her knees and reached over the console, her fingers fumbling with his jeans. Gage slid the driver seat back all the way and took over, his steady hands making short work of unbuttoning his jeans and jerking them down off his hips. He slid his hand down his length, and Mindy bit down on her lip while grabbing a condom from her purse. She climbed over the console, settling her knees on either side of his hips, and he reached for the condom. “Let me,” she whispered, wiping her thumb over the bead of pre-cum at his tip. Gage tipped his head back against the headrest, grasping his base and holding his cock out toward her. She stuck her thumb in her mouth, sucking the salty taste off with a small moan. “If there was more room in this truck…” “Fuck,” he groaned in response, another bead rising to replace the one she’d tasted. “Hurry up before I blow my fucking load all over this pretty dress of yours.” With a small laugh, Mindy rolled the condom down over his length and shifted closer. “You still have your damn panties on,” he said with a growl while grasping her hips. Mindy reached between them and slid them to the side to rub her wet folds along his straining cock. “Nothing better than a panties-to-the-side quickie in the front seat of a truck,” she said and lifted her hips up.
October 11, 2018
#NewRelease #FriYAY! JACKAL by @Harley@_Writer and @ChangelingPress #MCromance #NA
Jackal never wanted to be a dad, but knowing he has a two-year-old little girl changes everything.
Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Genres/Themes: Contemporary, Second Chance, MC Romance, New Adult, Silver Fox (older hero)
Josie: I spent an amazing three days with Jackal before he disappeared, back to his club, the Devil’s Boneyard. He’d made it clear what we had was a temporary thing -- he never wanted the picket fence and kids. I was fine with that. Then I faced the scariest thing ever. Telling my big brother, Tank, a Dixie Reaper, I was pregnant and alone at the age of nineteen. He wanted to go after Jackal, but I wouldn’t let him. I wanted this baby, and I knew Jackal wouldn’t. I never expected to see him again. Funny how fate has a way of surprising you.
Jackal: I’ve thought about Josie often since I walked away from her over two years ago. When I’m finally back in Dixie Reapers territory, I knew I’d look her up, see if we could have some more fun. I never counted on the little girl glued to her hip, or the fact the kid was mine. So I did what I do best. I ran. But now I want something I’ve never wanted before. My family. Because Josie and our daughter, Allegra, are exactly what’s been missing in my life. I just have to do some groveling and hope she’ll forgive me. Easy, right? I’ve never had a woman tell me no.
Figures the one I want more than anything might be the first to send me packing. But when she gets an unexpected visitor who threatens her and our child, I’ll do whatever it takes to keep them safe. Now that I’m ready to keep my woman and kid, I’m not letting anyone take them away.
WARNING: Lots of over the top hot sex, an alpha biker who just can’t seem to get it right, and an adorable little girl who will steal your heart. Guaranteed HEA. No cliffhanger.
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EXCERPTI frowned at Scratch. “What do you mean they want me out of here?”Scratch rubbed his beard. “I didn’t ask questions, but I’d imagine it has something to do with you fucking Tank’s sister the last time you were here. You ran off with her for a few days and I don’t think that went over well with big brother.”“Shit, Scratch! She’s a grown woman and can make her own decisions. If she has a complaint about our time together, I want to hear it from her.”He shrugged.“Do you know where she lives?” I asked.“I shouldn’t tell you,” Scratch said. “They don’t want you anywhere near her.”“We’re brothers, man. Come on. I just want to talk to her. If she’s pissed at me, fine. I want to hear it from her.”He watched me for a moment, then nodded. “I heard she’s been living with Tank. Green two-story house about two miles down the road,” he said, nodding to the left of the compound. “But if Tank beats the shit out of you for going after his sister, you’re on your own. You’ve already been warned away.”“I’m just going to talk to her. If she wants me to leave, then I will.”“Don’t stir shit up, Jackal. I’ll send you packing and ask someone else to come help. You hear me?” Scratch asked.“Yeah. I hear you.”I got on my bike and went in search of Tank’s house. The car parked in the driveway of the green house looked to be the same one that had been outside the clubhouse that night over two years ago. I killed the engine on my bike and walked up the porch steps, then knocked on the door. A slightly curvier Josie opened the door, her hair up in a messy bun, no make-up on her face, but fuck if she didn’t look gorgeous. Her hips seemed a little wider than before and her breasts looked bigger too. She damn near took my breath away, and I knew I was staring. There were dark circles under her eyes, and there was a yellow smear on her tank top, but I ached to reach for her.I smiled. “Hi, Josie.”Her eyes went wide and she stepped outside, pulling the door mostly shut behind her. She cast a nervous glance into the house before facing me again.“What are you doing here, Jackal?”“I came to help Zipper and I wanted to see you.”She nervously looked over her shoulder again through the crack in the door, pulling it closed a little more before looking at me. Something was up, but I didn’t know what. I knew Tank wasn’t in there, so who was? Was there a guy in there she didn’t want me to see? I hadn’t really thought about her hooking up with someone while I was gone, but I should have. A beautiful redhead like Josie? She probably had men falling at her feet.“You should go,” she said.“Go, but… What’s going on, Josie? Are you pissed I didn’t call?” I glanced at the door, anger burning in my gut. “Is there someone else?”“Please, Jackal. I can’t do this right now.”She stepped back inside, careful that I wouldn’t see into the house, then shut the door. I heard the lock click and her footsteps wander away.What the fuck was going on?ABOUT THE AUTHORShort. 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.harleywylde.com
October 6, 2018
Sneak Peek Sunday! Shifter Woods: Snarl by Nicola M. Cameron #Shifters #PNR #Romance #Erotic
~*~*~ SNEAK PEEK SUNDAY ~*~*~ 
Shifter Woods: SNARL by Nicola M. CameronParanormal, Erotic Romance
Word Count: 30,000
Heat Level 4
Published By: Belaurient Press
Can a lone wolf woo and win his very own kitty girl, or will he get turned into cougar chow?
Jack Hawthorne is an Alpha wolf shifter and former SEAL who lost the leadership of his pack while serving his country. Kate Chandler is a cougar shifter with no sense of smell and a deep-seated distrust of fated mates. When these two are thrown together at the Cougar Ridge Ski Resort in Esposito County, NM, Jack realizes that the sharp-witted, beautiful female is his heart’s mate. But her injury means she can’t smell the truth, and her father (and Jack’s former commanding officer) has made it clear that Kate is off limits.
Now, Jack has to convince Kate that they’re meant for each other, win her father’s approval, and get the local wolf pack to accept him. But as every SEAL knows, the only easy day was yesterday.
Books in the Shifter Woods series: Shifter Woods: Howl Shifter Woods: Roar Shifter Woods: Snarl ReviewsRated Five Stars. "Ms. Cameron did a wonderful job with Shifter Woods: Snarl and I'm eagerly awaiting the next installment in the series." – Amazon review Where to BuyAmazon | Barnes & Noble | Smashwords | iTunes | Kobo | GoodreadsJack's grin could only be called predatory. He slid a hand under her spine, the pressure of her bra band easing as he undid the hooks. “Less than five seconds,” he said smugly. “That’s a new personal best.”
“I’m impressed.”
He rested his hand on her ribcage, thumb and index finger cupping the underside of her breast. “Oh, trust me, I can do more than that.” Bending down, he took the fabric of her bra in his teeth and tugged it loose, exposing her. “Woof,” he mumbled through the material before spitting it over the side of the bed.
She chortled. “You animal.”
“Guilty as charged. God, you’re gorgeous.”
Leaning down again, he ran the tip of his tongue over one dark pink peak, delicately flicking it. It hardened, the pleasure arrowing between her legs and making her inner muscles clench. “Ooooh.”
“You liked that?”
“Oh, yeah. Do it again.”
He did, licking and suckling while his fingers teased the other nipple, rolling it before giving it a soft pinch. She melted into a happy puddle under his talented attentions, feeling his own arousal growing as the ridge in his jeans pressed against her lower thigh. Sliding her fingers into his hair, she gently scratched his scalp before slipping down further and touching his ears. She heard/felt the rumble of pleasure as she ran a fingertip over the curve of one ear. “These are so cute. I bet your team nickname was Wolfman.”
He He let a nipple pop out of his mouth, the air cooling it quickly. “No bet. They’re round, but the cartilage never folded over completely so they look pointed from some angles.”
He She repeated her caress and was rewarded with a soft hiss. “They’re also sensitive.”
He “Yeah, they are—Kate.” Her name ended on a gasp as she traced the edge of the soft cartilage. “Baby, you keep doing that and I won’t be responsible for what happens.”
He “So don’t be. Give it all to me. I want it.”
He He leaned up, capturing her mouth in another of those lush, greedy kisses. “I’ll give it to you, everything you want,” he said against her lips. “But let me enjoy this, okay? I’ve been dreaming of you since the day I saw you.” She made a wordless noise of agreement. He returned to her breasts, giving both her nipples the slightest teasing bite before kissing his way down her stomach, her navel, until he reached the waistband of her jeans. “Permission to take these off, ma’am?”
He She stroked his hair again, enjoying the softness of it. “Granted.”
He He made quick work of the button and fly zipper, sliding the tight denim down and stripping it off her legs. She was grateful she’d worn the matching panties to the bra, a pretty bikini style with lace around the edges. He sat back on his knees, licking his lips. “Fuck. Blue lace. That’s my favorite, baby.”
He She shifted one leg, opening her thighs in unmistakable invitation. “You haven’t even seen the best bit yet.”
He Even in the room’s dim light his smile glowed. “Anyone ever tell you you’re a cocktease, Ms. Chandler?”
He “Mm, it may have been mentioned once or twice.”
He He slid his fingers under the blue satin, sending a shiver of anticipation across her hips as he slowly pulled her panties down, tossing them to the floor alongside her bra and jeans. The coolness of the air chilled the hot, damp flesh between her legs, and she sucked in a shuddering breath when he ran his fingertips over her outer lips. Bringing his hand up, he sniffed it with delight. “Oh, yeah. You smell so good.”
He In any other situation the reminder of her disability would sting, but now all she could feel was a wriggling sort of glee. “What do I smell like?”
He He inhaled her essence on his fingers again. “Like salt mixed with something tangy and sweet. I’ll be honest, it’s making my mouth water.”
He She rubbed her foot along his side. “Well, if it smells that good…”
He Growling softly, he slid down between her thighs, wedging them open with his shoulders.
Shifter Woods: SNARL by Nicola M. CameronParanormal, Erotic Romance
Word Count: 30,000
Heat Level 4
Published By: Belaurient Press
Can a lone wolf woo and win his very own kitty girl, or will he get turned into cougar chow?
Jack Hawthorne is an Alpha wolf shifter and former SEAL who lost the leadership of his pack while serving his country. Kate Chandler is a cougar shifter with no sense of smell and a deep-seated distrust of fated mates. When these two are thrown together at the Cougar Ridge Ski Resort in Esposito County, NM, Jack realizes that the sharp-witted, beautiful female is his heart’s mate. But her injury means she can’t smell the truth, and her father (and Jack’s former commanding officer) has made it clear that Kate is off limits.
Now, Jack has to convince Kate that they’re meant for each other, win her father’s approval, and get the local wolf pack to accept him. But as every SEAL knows, the only easy day was yesterday.
Books in the Shifter Woods series: Shifter Woods: Howl Shifter Woods: Roar Shifter Woods: Snarl ReviewsRated Five Stars. "Ms. Cameron did a wonderful job with Shifter Woods: Snarl and I'm eagerly awaiting the next installment in the series." – Amazon review Where to BuyAmazon | Barnes & Noble | Smashwords | iTunes | Kobo | GoodreadsJack's grin could only be called predatory. He slid a hand under her spine, the pressure of her bra band easing as he undid the hooks. “Less than five seconds,” he said smugly. “That’s a new personal best.”
“I’m impressed.”
He rested his hand on her ribcage, thumb and index finger cupping the underside of her breast. “Oh, trust me, I can do more than that.” Bending down, he took the fabric of her bra in his teeth and tugged it loose, exposing her. “Woof,” he mumbled through the material before spitting it over the side of the bed.
She chortled. “You animal.”
“Guilty as charged. God, you’re gorgeous.”
Leaning down again, he ran the tip of his tongue over one dark pink peak, delicately flicking it. It hardened, the pleasure arrowing between her legs and making her inner muscles clench. “Ooooh.”
“You liked that?”
“Oh, yeah. Do it again.”
He did, licking and suckling while his fingers teased the other nipple, rolling it before giving it a soft pinch. She melted into a happy puddle under his talented attentions, feeling his own arousal growing as the ridge in his jeans pressed against her lower thigh. Sliding her fingers into his hair, she gently scratched his scalp before slipping down further and touching his ears. She heard/felt the rumble of pleasure as she ran a fingertip over the curve of one ear. “These are so cute. I bet your team nickname was Wolfman.”
He He let a nipple pop out of his mouth, the air cooling it quickly. “No bet. They’re round, but the cartilage never folded over completely so they look pointed from some angles.”
He She repeated her caress and was rewarded with a soft hiss. “They’re also sensitive.”
He “Yeah, they are—Kate.” Her name ended on a gasp as she traced the edge of the soft cartilage. “Baby, you keep doing that and I won’t be responsible for what happens.”
He “So don’t be. Give it all to me. I want it.”
He He leaned up, capturing her mouth in another of those lush, greedy kisses. “I’ll give it to you, everything you want,” he said against her lips. “But let me enjoy this, okay? I’ve been dreaming of you since the day I saw you.” She made a wordless noise of agreement. He returned to her breasts, giving both her nipples the slightest teasing bite before kissing his way down her stomach, her navel, until he reached the waistband of her jeans. “Permission to take these off, ma’am?”
He She stroked his hair again, enjoying the softness of it. “Granted.”
He He made quick work of the button and fly zipper, sliding the tight denim down and stripping it off her legs. She was grateful she’d worn the matching panties to the bra, a pretty bikini style with lace around the edges. He sat back on his knees, licking his lips. “Fuck. Blue lace. That’s my favorite, baby.”
He She shifted one leg, opening her thighs in unmistakable invitation. “You haven’t even seen the best bit yet.”
He Even in the room’s dim light his smile glowed. “Anyone ever tell you you’re a cocktease, Ms. Chandler?”
He “Mm, it may have been mentioned once or twice.”
He He slid his fingers under the blue satin, sending a shiver of anticipation across her hips as he slowly pulled her panties down, tossing them to the floor alongside her bra and jeans. The coolness of the air chilled the hot, damp flesh between her legs, and she sucked in a shuddering breath when he ran his fingertips over her outer lips. Bringing his hand up, he sniffed it with delight. “Oh, yeah. You smell so good.”
He In any other situation the reminder of her disability would sting, but now all she could feel was a wriggling sort of glee. “What do I smell like?”
He He inhaled her essence on his fingers again. “Like salt mixed with something tangy and sweet. I’ll be honest, it’s making my mouth water.”
He She rubbed her foot along his side. “Well, if it smells that good…”
He Growling softly, he slid down between her thighs, wedging them open with his shoulders.
October 4, 2018
#NewRelease #FriYAY! HIDDEN CARGO by Sarah Marsh #SciFi #Erotic
Hidden CargoAlien Captors, Book 2Publisher: Evernight PublishingCover Artist: Jay Aheer
No good deed goes unpunished—or at least it doesn’t for Cassie Decker. Stopping to help someone on the side of the road was the decision that changed the rest of her life, and the one that found her stranded on an alien planet. Lucky for her, she was discovered by two very large, and very green rescuers that offered her a second chance at a new life. All she has to do is find the courage to reach out and grab it.Deryc and Gage have a comfortable life on the island of Ilya, it may not be perfect, but they enjoy their work and they have each other. When fate reveals an unauthorized female has been hiding right under their noses for over a year, they know they must do their duty to bring her to their government—but can they hand her over to an unknown future when she just might be the perfect female for their clan?The Goddess works in mysterious ways, but will Cassie and her officers realize what they have found before someone tries to alter their paths forever?
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Adult Excerpt:
Cassie washed up and changed into a nightgown as Dax settled comfortably at the foot of her bed. She turned out the light and walked over to open a window, letting the fresh air in. She’d always loved falling asleep to the sound of the ocean. Two deep voices entered on the breeze along with the sounds of the surf, causing a shiver to run up her spine, and she realized that Deryc and Gage must still be on the patio enjoying the evening. Cassie sat on the window ledge and waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness outside. When they did, the sight before her was nothing short of decadent.
Both men were lounging on one of the large patio chairs. Deryc’s arm was around Gage’s shoulder, and his other hand cupped the other man’s cheek as he took his mouth in a slow and sensual kiss. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched Gage’s hand move leisurely up his partner’s thigh until he rubbed along the thick, hard ridge of Deryc’s arousal.
I shouldn’t be watching this, like some kind of pervert… I’m invading their privacy, but holy hell, I think this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Knowing it was wrong and willing her eyes to close were two very different things, and Cassie had to bite her lip as Deryc’s deep voice came to her on the night breeze.
“I believe you owe me a proper show of gratitude, my mate.” Deryc growled as Gage’s fingers freed the thick cock from the confines of his partner’s pants. “Or did you forget you promised me that this morning?”
“Hmm.” Gage lazily kissed along Deryc’s jaw, his hand now slowly stroking up and down his lover’s cock. “Did I say that? I can’t remember now…”
Deryc’s response was immediate, and it made Cassie gasp as he pulled away and moved to cover the other man until Gage’s wrists were held above his head in each of his strong hands, and Deryc was now straddling his mate’s hips. In the moonlight, Cassie could see his cock jutting straight from his body, the thick length an even darker shade of grey than the rest of him. He towered over Gage like an avenging god.
“Keep your arms above your head, boy.” Deryc’s tone was unforgiving now, and by the look of the large bulge in Gage’s own pants, he enjoyed this game of dominance as much as his mate did. Cassie had never experimented with any BDSM play with Peter, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t thought or fantasized about it before, and now that she had a front-row seat, her body flooded with heat at the idea of being on the submissive end of Deryc’s firm authority just like Gage was now.
Deryc’s hands released Gage and began to undress, revealing his muscular body, the dark skin seeming to almost sparkle in the moonlight. Then he began the same process of removing Gage’s clothing, and the other man bit his lip, but left his arms where they were.
“Cassie could still be awake.” Gage’s words turned into a groan as Deryc’s hand now closed around his shaft, rubbing a glistening bead of moisture over the plump head. “What if she sees?”
“Mmm, think about that, my love.” Deryc’s hand moved faster on his lover’s flesh. “Just imagine those stunning blue eyes, her gaze roving over your hard and aching flesh like a caress. Perhaps she would like to join us even? I see now why you were so enamored with her when you first spotted her. She is quite remarkable.”
Gage only moaned louder at Deryc’s words, his hips pushing harder into the other man’s grip, causing a warm chuckle to escape his mate’s lips. “I see how much you like that idea, love. I can feel your cock buck in my grip as if it were trying to get inside of her even now.”
Holy fuck! Were they fantasizing about her? This time Cassie couldn’t stifle the groan as her pussy flooded at the idea of being out there on that couch with them, and it was so loud she startled herself, jumping back from the window in case her hosts heard it as well.
She needed that shock back to reality. “Jesus, Cassie, what is wrong with you?”
She didn’t want to think she was the kind of person who couldn’t control her own urges, but the fact that she hadn’t been able to help herself from watching Gage and Deryc’s intimate display meant they had much more power over her than she’d thought. Good grief, all she could hope for at this point is that they hadn’t heard her at all.
Pervy, sex-starved human … table for one, please.
Want to read book one first? Check out Precious Cargo here!
Author Bio:Sarah Marsh was born in British Columbia, she’s only recently began her writing career finding it the perfect outlet for taking the edge off a nine to five job. She’s a science fiction and romance junkie and when her imagination started to take the characters she’d read about even further in their adventures she decided to try writing something of her own.Her biggest weaknesses are animals of any kind…she even loves the ones that wake you up at four in the morning because they can almost see the bottom of their food dish. When it comes to life in general she’s a big believer that laughter is the best medicine and that there’s no such thing as too much love, which is why she’s such a sucker for a happy ending.Connect with me!Blog: http://sarahmarshfiction.com/Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/sarahmarshfiction/Twitter: https://twitter.com/SM_fictionInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/sarah_marsh_fiction/Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.ca/sarahmarshfiction/Facebook Street Team link: https://www.facebook.com/groups/955387561187276/Newsletter sign up: http://eepurl.com/b50yvX 
September 29, 2018
Sneak Peek Sunday! RIDE 'EM COWBOY by Anne Kane #Contemporary #Romance #Excerpt
~*~*~ SNEAK PEEK SUNDAY ~*~*~ 
Ride ‘em Cowboy! By Anne KaneGenres: Contemporary, romance, MC romance
Fiona really wasn’t in the market for a lover or a partner or some guy to give her a sappy sweet happily ever after. Been there, done that, got the scars to prove it. She just wanted a nice one-night stand. She planned to be long gone come breakfast time. When she saw that gorgeous cowboy ride up on his Harley, she figured it was her lucky day. Bikers don’t do forever, right? Her perfect match! They could tell each other a few lies, scratch each other’s itches and then go their separate ways. The last thing she needed was to hook up with some guy she’d smack headlong into at church the next day. Simple, right? So how did it all go so very wrong? PURCHASE LINKS: Changeling Press: https://www.changelingpress.com/ride-em-cowboy-roosters-8-b-2769Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Ride-Em-Cowboy-Roosters-8-ebook/dp/B07H8LCNL1B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/ride-em-cowboy-anne-kane/1129516207?ean=2940161853672Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/ride-em-cowboy-5iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/ride-em-cowboy/id1436183489?ls=1&mt=11 ~~~oOo~~~
EXCERPT:
The crowd over by the mechanical bull let out an extra loud whoop. She glanced back in that direction and there he was. One hand gripped the rope that circled the bull’s midsection and the other waved in the air high above his shoulder. The well-worn cowboy hat jammed firmly on top of his head was the hottest thing she’d ever seen. She could just imagine him standing in front of her, buck naked except for that hat.
Naked and ready for action.
He nodded at someone she couldn’t see, and the bull started to move.
Damn. Ride ’em, cowboy! The man was born for this. His body moved with a smooth fluidity that made it look easy. With all the jerking and jumping that metal monster did, you’d think the rider would jump and jerk just as much, but he made it look like a dance that he’d mastered so long ago he didn’t even have to put any effort into it. His body flowed from one move to the next, power and strength visible in each change. That sexy cowboy hat stayed on his head too, pulled down low enough to almost cover his eyes. They were dark, dark and hard. The kind of eyes that made one take a step back and reconsider whether or not it was a good idea to garner his attention.
She worked her way through the crowd to a position in the front row where she could see him better. And where he could see her. That was the point, after all. It was all good and well to admire the sexy bull-riding cowboy from afar but to get what she needed and wanted out of this little excursion, she needed to be closer to him. A whole lot closer. As in, right up tight against him, skin to skin, but that would have to wait until after he finished showing off his prowess on the mechanical bull.
As she moved through the crowd, she realized this wasn’t the cowboy’s first time at this particular drinking hole. The comments from the onlookers implied he came here often, possibly on a regular basis. Most importantly, at least to her, was the fact that he didn’t appear to have a steady girlfriend. If he did, no one was mentioning it and it seemed she wasn’t the only one angling to spend the night playing ride the cowboy.
She felt a familiar surge of anticipation. Nothing like a bit of rivalry to make the prize look even better. Leaning against the railing that surrounded the arena, she eyed up her competition.
A young blonde girl to her left took her hat off as the mechanical bull swung the cowboy around to face her. Letting out a loud whoop, she waved the hat in the air and flashed him with a wide-open shirt. Silly twit had tits the size of grapes, hardly enticing to a real man.
Fiona’s cowboy dude ignored the blonde, which didn’t surprise her. She was guessing this guy had been around the block a time or two and recognized jailbait when he saw it.
Fiona tossed her head back, letting her mane of dark hair bounce around her shoulders before it settled in a riotous tangle of curls down her back. The metal bull was coming around again, and she was pretty sure the guy’s time was just about up. Wasn’t there an eight-second rule or something attached to these things?
She timed it perfectly, leaning forward to give him a tantalizing glimpse of her ample bosom just as he came ’round again. She caught his gaze, letting her mouth form a surprised “oh” before she grinned saucily to let him know the peep show was intentional.
He did her one better though. Throwing his leg across the back of the bucking, bouncing pile of metal he slid to the ground amid a thunderous outbreak of applause. Not bothering to slow down, he strode over to where she stood, still leaning on the fencing. Wrapping one muscular arm around her waist he plucked her over the safety rails and proceeded to devour her mouth like a starving coyote on a drought-plagued range.
The man knew how to kiss!
Fire ignited deep in her belly and she wrapped her arms around his neck, returning his kiss with every ounce of pent-up lust and frustration she’d been harboring since her last get-laid-quick adventure. No man had ever kissed her quite like this though -- hard and fast, with an overwhelming hint of more and better things to come. He held her tight against his body, and she savored the feel of his sleekly muscled chest pressing against her. He was as solid as a rock, with wide shoulders that tapered to his waist. As for below the beltline, let’s just say she wasn’t left in any doubt about his attraction to her.
She sure hoped he used his mouth as well in the bedroom as he did in the bar. He bent her back over his arm with practiced ease, using his tongue to explore the depths of her mouth. She gave back as good as she got, wordlessly letting him know that she wanted to get to know him better. Much better.
She could hear the roar of the crowd in the background, like a muffled noise in the distance. Briefly, she wondered if maybe she was in over her head this time. The cowboy didn’t strike her as easy to manipulate, even with great sex. Then his tongue slid along the side of hers and up the inside of her cheek. At the same time, he moved one hand to caress the side of her breast.
Oh yeah. This was going to happen.
When they finally came up for air, he stood her upright and brushed the hair off her face with a surprisingly gentle touch. Leaning in close, he lowered his voice to a sexy whisper. “Can a cowboy buy a lady a drink?”
~~~oOo~~~ ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Anne Kane lives in the beautiful Okanagan Valley with a bouncy little rescue dog who’s breed defies description, a cantankerous Himalayan cat, and too many fish to count. She spent many years trying to fit in and act normal, but finally gave up the effort. She started writing romance in 2008, and she won a publishing contract with Red Sage Publishing with her first story. Then just a month later Changeling Press accepted her first submission to them. Since then she has published more than thirty stories in a variety of sub-genres, all with a happily ever after.
Her hobbies, when she’s not playing with the characters in her head, include kayaking, hiking, swimming, playing guitar, singing and of course, reading.
LINKS:
Website: http://www.AnneKane.com
Blog: http://annekane.wordpress.com
Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/annekane
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/anne.kane.author
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/Annekane
Ride ‘em Cowboy! By Anne KaneGenres: Contemporary, romance, MC romance
Fiona really wasn’t in the market for a lover or a partner or some guy to give her a sappy sweet happily ever after. Been there, done that, got the scars to prove it. She just wanted a nice one-night stand. She planned to be long gone come breakfast time. When she saw that gorgeous cowboy ride up on his Harley, she figured it was her lucky day. Bikers don’t do forever, right? Her perfect match! They could tell each other a few lies, scratch each other’s itches and then go their separate ways. The last thing she needed was to hook up with some guy she’d smack headlong into at church the next day. Simple, right? So how did it all go so very wrong? PURCHASE LINKS: Changeling Press: https://www.changelingpress.com/ride-em-cowboy-roosters-8-b-2769Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Ride-Em-Cowboy-Roosters-8-ebook/dp/B07H8LCNL1B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/ride-em-cowboy-anne-kane/1129516207?ean=2940161853672Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/ride-em-cowboy-5iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/ride-em-cowboy/id1436183489?ls=1&mt=11 ~~~oOo~~~
EXCERPT:
The crowd over by the mechanical bull let out an extra loud whoop. She glanced back in that direction and there he was. One hand gripped the rope that circled the bull’s midsection and the other waved in the air high above his shoulder. The well-worn cowboy hat jammed firmly on top of his head was the hottest thing she’d ever seen. She could just imagine him standing in front of her, buck naked except for that hat.
Naked and ready for action.
He nodded at someone she couldn’t see, and the bull started to move.
Damn. Ride ’em, cowboy! The man was born for this. His body moved with a smooth fluidity that made it look easy. With all the jerking and jumping that metal monster did, you’d think the rider would jump and jerk just as much, but he made it look like a dance that he’d mastered so long ago he didn’t even have to put any effort into it. His body flowed from one move to the next, power and strength visible in each change. That sexy cowboy hat stayed on his head too, pulled down low enough to almost cover his eyes. They were dark, dark and hard. The kind of eyes that made one take a step back and reconsider whether or not it was a good idea to garner his attention.
She worked her way through the crowd to a position in the front row where she could see him better. And where he could see her. That was the point, after all. It was all good and well to admire the sexy bull-riding cowboy from afar but to get what she needed and wanted out of this little excursion, she needed to be closer to him. A whole lot closer. As in, right up tight against him, skin to skin, but that would have to wait until after he finished showing off his prowess on the mechanical bull.
As she moved through the crowd, she realized this wasn’t the cowboy’s first time at this particular drinking hole. The comments from the onlookers implied he came here often, possibly on a regular basis. Most importantly, at least to her, was the fact that he didn’t appear to have a steady girlfriend. If he did, no one was mentioning it and it seemed she wasn’t the only one angling to spend the night playing ride the cowboy.
She felt a familiar surge of anticipation. Nothing like a bit of rivalry to make the prize look even better. Leaning against the railing that surrounded the arena, she eyed up her competition.
A young blonde girl to her left took her hat off as the mechanical bull swung the cowboy around to face her. Letting out a loud whoop, she waved the hat in the air and flashed him with a wide-open shirt. Silly twit had tits the size of grapes, hardly enticing to a real man.
Fiona’s cowboy dude ignored the blonde, which didn’t surprise her. She was guessing this guy had been around the block a time or two and recognized jailbait when he saw it.
Fiona tossed her head back, letting her mane of dark hair bounce around her shoulders before it settled in a riotous tangle of curls down her back. The metal bull was coming around again, and she was pretty sure the guy’s time was just about up. Wasn’t there an eight-second rule or something attached to these things?
She timed it perfectly, leaning forward to give him a tantalizing glimpse of her ample bosom just as he came ’round again. She caught his gaze, letting her mouth form a surprised “oh” before she grinned saucily to let him know the peep show was intentional.
He did her one better though. Throwing his leg across the back of the bucking, bouncing pile of metal he slid to the ground amid a thunderous outbreak of applause. Not bothering to slow down, he strode over to where she stood, still leaning on the fencing. Wrapping one muscular arm around her waist he plucked her over the safety rails and proceeded to devour her mouth like a starving coyote on a drought-plagued range.
The man knew how to kiss!
Fire ignited deep in her belly and she wrapped her arms around his neck, returning his kiss with every ounce of pent-up lust and frustration she’d been harboring since her last get-laid-quick adventure. No man had ever kissed her quite like this though -- hard and fast, with an overwhelming hint of more and better things to come. He held her tight against his body, and she savored the feel of his sleekly muscled chest pressing against her. He was as solid as a rock, with wide shoulders that tapered to his waist. As for below the beltline, let’s just say she wasn’t left in any doubt about his attraction to her.
She sure hoped he used his mouth as well in the bedroom as he did in the bar. He bent her back over his arm with practiced ease, using his tongue to explore the depths of her mouth. She gave back as good as she got, wordlessly letting him know that she wanted to get to know him better. Much better.
She could hear the roar of the crowd in the background, like a muffled noise in the distance. Briefly, she wondered if maybe she was in over her head this time. The cowboy didn’t strike her as easy to manipulate, even with great sex. Then his tongue slid along the side of hers and up the inside of her cheek. At the same time, he moved one hand to caress the side of her breast.
Oh yeah. This was going to happen.
When they finally came up for air, he stood her upright and brushed the hair off her face with a surprisingly gentle touch. Leaning in close, he lowered his voice to a sexy whisper. “Can a cowboy buy a lady a drink?”
~~~oOo~~~ ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Anne Kane lives in the beautiful Okanagan Valley with a bouncy little rescue dog who’s breed defies description, a cantankerous Himalayan cat, and too many fish to count. She spent many years trying to fit in and act normal, but finally gave up the effort. She started writing romance in 2008, and she won a publishing contract with Red Sage Publishing with her first story. Then just a month later Changeling Press accepted her first submission to them. Since then she has published more than thirty stories in a variety of sub-genres, all with a happily ever after.
Her hobbies, when she’s not playing with the characters in her head, include kayaking, hiking, swimming, playing guitar, singing and of course, reading.
LINKS:
Website: http://www.AnneKane.com
Blog: http://annekane.wordpress.com
Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/annekane
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/anne.kane.author
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/Annekane
September 28, 2018
#NewRelease #FriYAY! TO LIVE AND LOVE by LM Spangler
Can he show her the world like she's never seen it before?
Melanie "Mel" Caldwell has everything she could want, except for one thing—a life outside her house. An incident that occurred when she was four years old left her an agoraphobic—a prisoner within the sanctuary of her home. Besides her sister, she finds companionship in the form of handsome delivery man Justin Eberley.
The woman of Justin's dreams won't even leave her house, but that does little to tamper his feelings toward her. He finds himself wanting to deliver more and more packages to her house and help her break down the walls she's built around herself. When she invites him over for a home-cooked meal, he jumps at the opportunity to spend more time with her, although he's fully aware that any relationship between them will come with its own unique set of challenges.
One night will change both of their lives. Will they find love in the first blooms of spring, or will they let their love slip away?
Excerpt:
“She’s not well.”
“What do you mean? Does she have cancer or something?”
“No. Agoraphobia.”
“Agora-what? Can you say that in plain English?”
Sam laughed. “She fears leaving her home. Mel hasn’t been out of the house in many, many years. You’ll be delivering a lot of packages to her as I believe she shops exclusively online.”
“Really? I can’t imagine never leaving my house. How does one survive a life like that?” Justin removed his hat and rubbed a hand over his buzz cut hair. “It shouldn’t be humanly possible.”
“Trust me, it is. She’s a remarkable woman though considering. Mel is lively and quick to laugh or smile. You wouldn’t think she was afflicted with such a serious problem. Just don’t ask Mel to leave her front porch, because it’ll never happen.”
Justin shook his head sadly, completely unable to fathom how anyone could live like that. Sure, he hung around his apartment a lot, but he also went out for drinks with his buddies whenever the opportunity arose, went to work every day, and lived his life. He couldn’t imagine what this woman did as living.
“Buck up, Eberley. She’s a good woman. You’ll like her,” Sam said.
“Sure I will.” Justin didn’t bother to hide the sarcasm in his voice. How could he like a woman who was too afraid of the outside world to even leave her house? In his opinion, that was the cowardly way to do things.
Sam’s deep laughter boomed around the delivery truck. “You’d be surprised. That’s all I’m going to say.”
“Ooookaaay,” Justin replied skeptically. Seeing is believing.
Five minutes later Justin believed it. Before him, standing at her front door, was a stunningly beautiful woman. Though short in stature, she had the most seductive curves. And that was just the body. Mel’s face was that of an angel. Smooth, creamy skin beckoned to be stroked by a loving fingertip. Full lips bid to be kissed. Beguiling green eyes lured him into their liquid depths.
She was the complete package.
“Hi, Sam,” Mel said in a voice so seductive it rivaled that of a siren who lured sailors to an untimely end. “Is this your replacement?”
Mel smiled and Justin’s knees weakened. It took a Herculean effort for them to support his weight.
“Yes, it is. Mel, this is Justin Eberley,” Sam said.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She offered her hand.
Justin took the much smaller hand in his. “The pleasure’s all mine, ma’am.”
“Please, call me Mel. Would you care to step in for a drink?”
“Don’t have time. Need to get the truck back to the distribution center so I can show the rookie how we close out the day,” Sam said as he handed Mel her package.
She accepted the parcel and laid it on the floor. “Thanks, Sam. I’m going to miss you, you old coot.”
Sam opened his arms. Mel stepped into the embrace, and Justin suddenly wished he were in Sam’s position. He wondered how she would feel in his arms. The woman elicited such a primal response in him.
Sam released her. “I’m going to miss you too. The newbie will take good care of you and your deliveries.”
“I’m sure he will. You guys drive safe.”
“Have a good day, Mel. It was a pleasure to meet you, and I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other again,” Justin stated with a friendly tip of his hat.
He and Sam ambled to the truck. When inside, Justin unleashed a whistle. “She is gorgeous.”
Sam’s laughter once again echoed in the small confines of the truck. “Told you.”
“I’m glad that one’s single.”
“If you pursue her, then you have to tread carefully. She’s damaged. Remember, Mel won’t leave the house.”
I bet I can get her to come out of her shell.
Buy Links:
Beachwalk Press - http://beachwalkpress.com/to-live-and...
Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07H8M1JHC/
Barnes & Noble - https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/to-live-and-love-lm-spangler/1129515236?ean=2940161853238
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iBooks - https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1435909579
Bookstrand - https://www.bookstrand.com/to-live-and-love
About LM
LM Spangler lives in south central Pennsylvania with her hubby and daughter, along with her furry canine daughters—Natty, Shandy, Harley—and Cali, her furry feline daughter. Her son serves our country in the Navy.
Her parents instilled a love of reading in her, and on an off-comment from her hubby, she became a published writer.
In her spare time, she enjoys watching baseball, college football, NASCAR (on TV or real life,) documentaries, and any car show. Velocity, DIY, HGTV, Discovery, and Science channels are favorite channels.
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September 27, 2018
#NewRelease #FriYAY! BLURRED REALITY by Megan Slayer #MM
Blurred Reality By Megan SlayerA Nathalia Hotel NovellaContemporary, LGBTQM/M, Anal Sex
When the band takes a hiatus, the boys will play…
When Jacen Goodwin’s band, Disaster Transport, crashed in Dallas and ended up at the Nathalia Hotel, he never expected to find his heart’s desire. He wants to stay in his adopted home city, but he loves the roar of the crowd as well as their adoration. Can the star drummer step away from the buzz of fame long enough to grab what he needs with both hands or will the lure of the crowd be too much?
Matt Walker knew from the moment he got involved with Jacen that their relationship was temporary. Jacen’s a celebrity and he holds the position of the sexiest eligible bachelor of the band. Even if Matt saw a future for him and Jacen, the odds aren’t in their favor. But he can hope, right? He’s been head over heels in love with Jacen since the moment they met.
Can these two opposites make a go of their fledgling relationship or will celebrity and the challenges of fame keep them apart? This book has been previously released at Blurred Reality by Megan Slayer, part of the Dallas Fire and Rescue Kindle World. It has been revamped and re-edited for this edition. Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GR6DJMH UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07GR6DJMHDE: https://www.amazon.de/dp/B07GR6DJMHFR: https://www.amazon.fr/dp/B07GR6DJMH ES: https://www.amazon.es/dp/B07GR6DJMHIT: https://www.amazon.it/dp/B07GR6DJMHNL: https://www.amazon.nl/dp/B07GR6DJMHJP: https://www.amazon.co.jp/dp/B07GR6DJMHBR: https://www.amazon.com.br/dp/B07GR6DJMHCA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B07GR6DJMHIN: https://www.amazon.in/dp/B07GR6DJMHAU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B07GR6DJMHMX: https://www.amazon.com.mx/dp/B07GR6DJMH Universal Link: https://www.books2read.com/u/bzPrWz
EXCERPT: Copyright© 2018 Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved
Matt couldn’t hear what Jacen said, but his facial expression telegraphed plenty. Jacen slashed his hand through the air and he shook his head. Matt busied himself with straightening the counter space and trying not to watch Jacen. Fuck. How could he not? The man featured in his dreams and had become his favorite spank bank material. He swept his gaze over Jacen. The denim shorts hugged his hips and accentuated the strength in his legs. Jacen rubbed the back of his neck with his fingers and flexed his upper body.Jesus. Was Jacen trying to turn him on? If so, he’d accomplished his mission. Matt plopped onto the stool and pressed his knees together. Blood rushed to his cock and his mouth watered. Just a few touches. Kisses. He didn’t want much. Really.“Mother fucker.” Jacen whipped around and held his phone in a white-knuckled grasp as he strode back to the desk. “He’s a piece of shit. Where are those peas?”Matt offered up the bag. “Whoever it is, I hope you lit into him.” He shut the laptop down, then moved the device to the lower portion of the counter. “Better pick up your key before you forget.” He slid the card across to Jacen. “Have a good night…well, a better one than you’ve had so far.”“Huh?” Jacen glared at Matt and plunked the bag back onto his bruise. “Are you here all night? I thought Cady hired on people to work the desk so you and her weren’t stuck.” “She did, but this is my night. I have to earn my keep somehow.” He grinned to hide his displeasure. “I can’t feed my music and running habits without some source of income.”Jacen tucked his phone into his pocket and lingered at the counter. “Want some company? I came here to work on music, yeah, but that wasn’t the only reason.” He offered up the bag. “I’ve melted this.”“I’ll stick it back in the freezer. No problem.” He gripped the melting frozen food. “Stick around a moment in case anyone comes in and I’ll put it back.” He left Jacen alone long enough to put the peas in the fridge. He’d probably make them for lunch the next day instead of wasting them. When he returned, Jacen had rounded the counter.“All good?” Jacen asked. “I’ve got lunch for tomorrow.” He tensed. “Thanks for holding down the fort.” He expected Jacen to leave, but instead, he crept closer to Matt.“I didn’t just return for Rory and the music. I came here for you, too.” “Me?” He frowned. “What?” He had to be hearing Jacen wrong. No way Jacen meant that.“Uh, yeah. You.”
About the Author: 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
September 23, 2018
Sneak Peek Sunday IN A FLASH by Laura M. Baird #Contemporary #Romance
~*~*~ SNEAK PEEK SUNDAY ~*~*~
Photographer's assistant, Audri secretly crushes on cover model Carson. When an impromptu photo shoot lands her in his arms, she'll discover she's not the only one with secret desires. But with past pain and obstacles in their path, will barriers break down allowing them to trust... to love?
PURCHASE LINKS:
Evernight Publishing: https://tinyurl.com/y7zo3bwc Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/yb8yfrzr
~~~oOo~~~
EXCERPT:
She raked her gaze over his torso where his white dress shirt protested across his impressive chest and wide shoulders, pushing the limits of how far the material could be stretched. Her fingers itched to smooth out the creases, or better yet, undo every last button and free him from the garment. Oh, to have her hands on his glorious skin. She had to clench her fists at her sides as she took a fortifying breath to center herself. Audri’s gaze ventured back to his eyes as she slowly sauntered toward him, over-emphasizing the sway in her hips. She never broke eye contact and was pleased to see a flash of shock register on his face. What she witnessed next nearly had her tripping in her heals.
Was that desire on his face? Desire? Impossible!
Audri’s pulse raced as she watched his eyes question, almost begging, pleading for her to come to him. He sat up straighter as he uncrossed his legs, planting his feet on the ground while his hands gripped the edge of the desk. Her careful steps led her closer and closer as she tried to push aside the uncertainty of her actions. She wanted him to see she wasn’t intimidated by him—no matter how much she really was intimidated by him.
All else around her faded away as Audri focused on Carson, feeling like David facing off with Goliath. Even with him in his
seated position, his imposing form still seemed to tower over her. She tried not to let that bother her in the least as she stepped right up between his legs, bringing her body within inches of his. Still keeping his gaze, she was rewarded with another hint of surprise before his stare smoldered. Audri swore she could feel the heat radiating off his body, and suddenly she didn’t miss her sweater so much.
She boldly reached out to place her hands behind Carson’s head, her nails lightly scraping his neck, wishing she could release the strands of his lush hair from its confines. She could’ve sworn she felt a shudder roll through him as he closed his eyes and released a shaky breath. When he opened his eyes and smiled, sweet and warm, the heat she now felt threatened to melt her into a puddle of goo.
Ever so slowly, as if not to spook her, Carson brought an arm around her waist while his other hand slowly trailed across her outer arm and down her side. His fingers danced tenderly across her exposed flesh, his touch eliciting tiny shivers as it simultaneously fired her up. The arm snuggling her waist felt like a branding iron, leaving its mark of unrelenting fiery heat. Her entire body began to burn as he pulled her impossibly closer, his powerful thighs encasing her hips and the smooth silk of his shirt grazing her exposed cleavage.
As their breaths increased, mingled, Audri was certain she could hear the frantic beat of their hearts pounding in sync. She
splayed her fingers around Carson’s neck, kneading his flesh, feeling the tense muscles slowly relaxing beneath her touch. Focusing on the steady caress of his hands on her back, she couldn’t look away from the softness in his eyes. She licked her lips, suddenly parched, wishing she could steal the moisture from his mouth with a kiss. And when his gaze shifted to her lips then back to her eyes, maybe he thought the same as he mimicked her move, swiping his tongue across his plump lower lip.
Audri disguised her groan with a remark she knew sounded much too needy.
“Are you ready for this?”
~~~oOo~~~
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
While working as a dental hygienist for over 18 years, Laura's been writing for many more. Just last year her publishing dreams came true, with the majority of her titles published with Evernight Publishing. When not writing, she's reading, acting goofy with her hubby of twenty-eight years, or watching college football. Learn more about her and all the places your can follow her by visiting her contact page at https://www.laurambairdauthor.com
Photographer's assistant, Audri secretly crushes on cover model Carson. When an impromptu photo shoot lands her in his arms, she'll discover she's not the only one with secret desires. But with past pain and obstacles in their path, will barriers break down allowing them to trust... to love?
PURCHASE LINKS:
Evernight Publishing: https://tinyurl.com/y7zo3bwc Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/yb8yfrzr
~~~oOo~~~
EXCERPT:
She raked her gaze over his torso where his white dress shirt protested across his impressive chest and wide shoulders, pushing the limits of how far the material could be stretched. Her fingers itched to smooth out the creases, or better yet, undo every last button and free him from the garment. Oh, to have her hands on his glorious skin. She had to clench her fists at her sides as she took a fortifying breath to center herself. Audri’s gaze ventured back to his eyes as she slowly sauntered toward him, over-emphasizing the sway in her hips. She never broke eye contact and was pleased to see a flash of shock register on his face. What she witnessed next nearly had her tripping in her heals.
Was that desire on his face? Desire? Impossible!
Audri’s pulse raced as she watched his eyes question, almost begging, pleading for her to come to him. He sat up straighter as he uncrossed his legs, planting his feet on the ground while his hands gripped the edge of the desk. Her careful steps led her closer and closer as she tried to push aside the uncertainty of her actions. She wanted him to see she wasn’t intimidated by him—no matter how much she really was intimidated by him.
All else around her faded away as Audri focused on Carson, feeling like David facing off with Goliath. Even with him in his
seated position, his imposing form still seemed to tower over her. She tried not to let that bother her in the least as she stepped right up between his legs, bringing her body within inches of his. Still keeping his gaze, she was rewarded with another hint of surprise before his stare smoldered. Audri swore she could feel the heat radiating off his body, and suddenly she didn’t miss her sweater so much.
She boldly reached out to place her hands behind Carson’s head, her nails lightly scraping his neck, wishing she could release the strands of his lush hair from its confines. She could’ve sworn she felt a shudder roll through him as he closed his eyes and released a shaky breath. When he opened his eyes and smiled, sweet and warm, the heat she now felt threatened to melt her into a puddle of goo.
Ever so slowly, as if not to spook her, Carson brought an arm around her waist while his other hand slowly trailed across her outer arm and down her side. His fingers danced tenderly across her exposed flesh, his touch eliciting tiny shivers as it simultaneously fired her up. The arm snuggling her waist felt like a branding iron, leaving its mark of unrelenting fiery heat. Her entire body began to burn as he pulled her impossibly closer, his powerful thighs encasing her hips and the smooth silk of his shirt grazing her exposed cleavage.
As their breaths increased, mingled, Audri was certain she could hear the frantic beat of their hearts pounding in sync. She
splayed her fingers around Carson’s neck, kneading his flesh, feeling the tense muscles slowly relaxing beneath her touch. Focusing on the steady caress of his hands on her back, she couldn’t look away from the softness in his eyes. She licked her lips, suddenly parched, wishing she could steal the moisture from his mouth with a kiss. And when his gaze shifted to her lips then back to her eyes, maybe he thought the same as he mimicked her move, swiping his tongue across his plump lower lip.
Audri disguised her groan with a remark she knew sounded much too needy.
“Are you ready for this?”
~~~oOo~~~
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
While working as a dental hygienist for over 18 years, Laura's been writing for many more. Just last year her publishing dreams came true, with the majority of her titles published with Evernight Publishing. When not writing, she's reading, acting goofy with her hubby of twenty-eight years, or watching college football. Learn more about her and all the places your can follow her by visiting her contact page at https://www.laurambairdauthor.com
September 21, 2018
DON'T GIVE IN is now available!!! #BDSM #EXCERPT #DarkestDesiresSeries
Don’t Give In
Darkest Desires #2by Lynn BurkePublisher: Changeling PressRelease Date: September 21, 2018Keywords: #BDSM #EroticRomance #Contemporary #Novella #Series*Warning: Bondage, Spanking
Nothing like being thrown into a stranger’s arms on the subway to make a woman realize what she’s been missing. The dominance in the hunk's eyes reminds Stacey Lauren of her secret, dark desire to be bound. Used. The lifestyle she dreamed of before finding a safe existence. One she refuses her impulsiveness to give in to.
Stacey’s submissive nature and large, doe-like eyes makes Devon Smith hunger to tie her up. Have her at his mercy, begging for release. She’s everything he's ever wanted, and even though she's all but engaged, nothing will stop him from taking her.
Will Stacey have the courage to surrender herself to Devon, or will her aspiration for a guarded life keep them from the one thing they both long for?
PURCHASE LINKS:
Changeling Press: https://www.changelingpress.com/don-t-give-in-darkest-desires-2-b-2764Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07H3DP8DFB&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dont-give-in-lynn-burke/1129474783?ean=2940161969250Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/don-t-give-iniTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/dont-give-in/id1435152431?ls=1&mt=11 EXCERPT:
I never met a man whose presence alone made me lose all train of thought. Mute. Total brain shut down because of raging hormonal takeover.
He looked like a young Jude Law with those lips, that jaw, and mischievous green eyes…
Someone jostled me from behind as the subway train jerked into motion again, pressing me even tighter against the hotness who’d stolen my tongue. I stared up -- at least a foot -- at his gorgeous face. A model’s face. Absolute perfection. His lips quirked.
Oh God…
Forget a panty-melting smile. We’re talking lethal, instantly burst into flames, incinerating crooked smirk.
“Hey.” His low, sexy voice with just a hint of southern twang quivered through my belly.
I nearly swooned and locked my knees to keep upright. My arms in front of me, cell phone in hand, pressed against his rock-hard pecs encased in a gray-green Henley.
Still smiling, his eyes twinkling with an “I know what I do to you” knowing glint, he plucked my phone from my fingers.
I didn’t have a screen lock.
He swiped and tapped while I stared at his mouth, the din of voices and rush of the metal on metal train a din in my ears. He licked his lower lip. Sucked that plump temptation between his teeth.
Good God Almighty.
He pulled a ringing cell from his back pocket, smirked at me again, swiped, and tucked it back while sliding mine once more between my fingers that still rested on his chest.
“Charles Center Station,” a voice squawked over the train’s speaker.
The car jerked again, and his palms burned through my scrubs at my waist as he steadied me. One squeeze on my left hip bone, and the sexy mystery man moved off with the crowd exiting the swished-open doors.
For the first time in five years, I’d gotten on a different car of the Metro. Not the first one in line like always. No. I’d been late because of fighting with Kyle and hopped through the closest open train door.
I craned my neck to watch the mystery man through the hazy window. He disappeared into the throng of the early morning madness of people vying for the escalator to take them up into Baltimore. A step took me closer to the window.
Our gazes collided as he glided upward, and awareness of my need swept through me. Desire like I’d never known.
He disappeared from sight.
The breath fled from my lungs, and I deflated. Holy shit…
I glanced down at my phone, double tapped with a shaking finger, and swiped to bring the screen up.
Devon Smith.
He’d added his contact info. He’d also called his phone from mine so he’d have my number.
I shouldn’t have been giddy, dumbstruck like a teenage girl. I was practically engaged for Christ’s sake, to a man as vanilla as the bean. As boring and safe as I could find. Kyle had left our townhouse in Owings Mills that morning at the same time I had. Travel mugs of coffee in our hands, a peck on the cheek in an attempt at normalcy after our fight, going different directions for most of the day.
Devon…
I glanced at his name on my cell’s screen again and groaned.
“Next stop… Johns Hopkins Hospital,” the squawker sounded again.
And a long ass day sucking dark red blood into vials. Shaking my head, I drew a deep breath trying to fortify myself and bring my wayward hormones back in line with the calm existence I’d chosen to keep myself out of trouble. My college years hadn’t gone so well, partying with my bestie, underage drinking. Typical “finding yourself” youngster stuff, but my choices had caused serious damage.
I stepped off the train and paused as people pushed past me. Jaw clenched, trying to rein in my mind, I shot off a text to my long-time, live-in boyfriend.
Sorry about this morning. Looking forward to tonight’s party.
A little heart-eyed emoji accompanied my words because it would help soothe things over -- not because of any lovey-dovey bubbles in my belly -- and I turned my thoughts on the sequined, blue dress I’d gotten for his company’s dinner that night. A twenty-five year celebration of their existence -- and an excuse to get dolled up, something Kyle and I never did. Then again, we never did anything out of the norm.
I’d grown antsy the previous couple of months, especially since Kyle dealt with major stress at work and oftentimes got short with me for no reason whatsoever, just like what had happened that morning.
But we’d been together for so long. We’d settled into a comfortable relationship, one that wasn’t all passion and rainbows, but hey… at least we had each other.
I forced a smile onto my face and pushed into the office. Chatting with co-workers and patients who needed to have blood drawn and sent to the lab needed to be my focus. A ho-hum job, one I didn’t mind, one that paid my half of the bills.
Telling myself that Devon Smith had simply been a blip on my life’s radar sounded like a lie to my own inner ear.
© Lynn Burke 2018
Other books in the Darkes Desires Series:
Don't Let Go, DD 1
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.
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