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February 8, 2019

The Selkie Prince’s Forbidden Mate by J.J. Masters

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The Selkie Prince’s Forbidden Mate





The Royal Alphas, Book 4





Author: J.J. Masters





Cover Artist: Megan Parker of EmCat Designs





Genre/s: Contemporary Romance (PNR/Gay/mpreg)





Length: 60,400 words / 236 pages





A standalone book within a series





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Blurb





Secrets, lies and a forbidden bond that could change the fate of a kingdom.





Marlin, Selkie prince and fourth alpha-born son of the King of the North, desires someone he shouldn’t. While taking a human lover is not quite forbidden, the one who caught his eye happens to be his brother’s scorned former lover. Nevertheless, every time Marlin’s around the man, he finds Nic hard to resist, even though his attitude can be frustrating. However, Marlin likes a challenge, and Nic’s a challenge he’s willing to tackle.





Nic has been bitter ever since the firstborn prince, Kai, broke off their affair abruptly years ago. To become involved with Kai’s younger brother could be just as heartbreaking because Marlin, like Kai, is obligated to find his fated mate and produce heirs. Something Nic can’t do. However, neither can fight their mutual attraction.





When a traitor escapes, Marlin’s skin is stolen, and danger ensues, it’s Nic who becomes the prince’s hero. And it’s at that very moment that Marlin can’t deny their fate, whether it’s forbidden or not.





Note: A 60k-plus word m/m shifter mpreg story, this is the fourth book in the Royal Alpha series. Due to the “knotty” times in this book, it is recommended for mature readers only. While it can be read as a standalone, it’s recommended to read the series in order. And, like all of my books, it has an HEA.









Excerpt





Marlin, Selkie prince and fourth alpha-born son of King Solomon, and, not to mention, complete utter fool, stood staring up at the little cabin in the woods.





He closed his eyes for a moment and inhaled the aroma of the forest surrounding him. That didn’t slow the runaway train that was his heartbeat.





Nor did it help his cock that flexed in his pants at the anticipation of doing something so wrong, but also so… desired.





It wasn’t necessarily wrong for a Selkie to find pleasure with a human… as long as that human was willing. But what made this feel iniquitous was that the man who lived in that little cabin in the woods was the former lover of his oldest brother, Kai.





His heartbeat went from racing to thumping loudly in his ears as the front screen door opened and the subject of his recent inappropriate dreams stood staring back at him while leaning against the door frame.





Dominic. Nic for short.





He was long and lean, his body built like a normal human. His shoulders were broad, his hips narrow. Even from where Marlin stood, he could see Nic’s dark hair appeared to be a ruffled mess, which made him even more attractive.





Maybe Marlin had disturbed the man’s afternoon nap.





“You just going to stand there? Like a stalker?”





His voice was deep, smooth, and all that delicious goodness swirled around Marlin, pulling him forward like he was a marlin being reeled in on a fisherman’s line. He wanted to fight it, but he couldn’t.





He couldn’t because he was exhausted from doing just that… resisting his desires. There was something about Nic…





Maybe it was his expressive brown eyes, and his attitude. Strong-willed, sometimes crass, but definitely sensual at other times.





Like that little bit of time Marlin spent with him the last time he was here. When his brother Zale was searching for his omega, when Nic had hid Finn in his home. While Zale was sneaking around inside the cabin searching for his mate, Marlin had kept the human occupied.





And it was then that he knew he was doomed. Knew he’d eventually show back up on the man’s doorstep no matter how many times he told himself it was wrong.





Plenty of other humans or betas were willing to take care of Marlin’s needs. But he didn’t want any of them.





He wanted Nic.





Even if it was just once. Just a simple taste. Maybe them spending a night together would exorcise the man from his system.





For the last few weeks, he couldn’t sleep through the night. No, he’d wake up in a sweat after dreaming about taking Nic, pleasuring him, making him come, then giving the human his knot.





Which never should happen.





Human males weren’t physically built to take Selkie knots. Not like an omega.





So, giving Nic his knot would only ever remain a fantasy. One that—when Marlin would wake up with a raging erection—would fuel his own release so he could go back to sleep.





But now it was happening every night. And, even worse, during the daylight hours thoughts of Nic would drift through his mind.





These thoughts of the male, the one standing on his porch and watching him intently, were interrupting his life and Marlin needed to get them to stop. Out of his brothers, he was the next prince in line to find his omega. His fated mate. Though he was in no rush, he knew the Presentation Ceremonies might begin at any time. Or at least as soon as the Selkie Seekers could find six appropriate omegas to present to him. So, he needed to concentrate on doing his duty and finding the right mate to produce pups, he should not give in to his base desires.





While Nic could never be Marlin’s mate, nor become pregnant with his heirs, he could be simply a temporary detour.





And the man did seem to show some interest the last time they were face to face.





“Marlin,” Nic called from the porch. “Why are you here? Is something wrong? Did you royals lose another omega?”





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J.J. Masters is the alter-ego of a USA Today bestselling author who writes hot, gay romance filled with heart, humor and heat. J.J. became fascinated with mpreg romance as soon as she figured out what mpreg stood for. She loves to write about “knotty” men!





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Published on February 08, 2019 06:44

October 11, 2018

Astraeus by Haley Cavanagh is LIVE!

8 min read


Publisher: Covey Publishing


Release Date: 10/12/2018


Genre(s): Science Fiction, Sci-Fi Romance, First Contact, Space Opera, M/F, Futuristic Science Fiction, Action/Adventure, Alien Romance, Alien Intrigue, Hero is POC


 


Tagline:


His existence changes everything.


 


Blurb:


One pre-apocalyptic Earth. One desperate space mission to find a solution. One unexpected alien.


When Dr. Sakota Thorell signed onto the mission to scout out a new, habitable planet, she knew discovering extraterrestrial life was always a possibility. But she never expected to find an alien adrift in space, nor for that alien to be so intriguing. Sakota feels an instant and undeniable attraction to Astraeus, but he represents a million possibilities, and just as many threats.


There are others hunting Astraeus, and his rescue may cost Earth its last hope.


 


Astraeus buy links:


Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07J42YGPN/


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Excerpt:

“What are you called? What’s your name?”

He opened his mouth, and she moved closer, eager for his first words. Instead, he focused on her lips with obvious fascination. His intriguing eyes caught the light. Despite her disappointment that he couldn’t speak, a rush went through her. Alien or not, he was the most handsome man she’d ever laid eyes on, with the kind of ethereal elegance some upper-class, privileged men on Earth spent fortunes on plastic surgery trying to achieve.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk, or if you can’t. We’ll get there. Now, I’m going to check you.” She kept her voice gentle, as she might use with a child. She pressed the button to disengage the protective bubble over the med bed and shone the retinal scanner in her own eye to demonstrate. “I just need to look at your eyes with this.” She motioned with the scope to him. “It won’t hurt. I promise.”

Warm puffs of his breath blew on her neck as she leaned in. She paused, noting the remarkable eight-pointed star-shape of his pupils. The mutation was his one physical difference, and only if one looked closely. The pupils dilated when hit by the scope’s light. She’d never seen eyes as remarkable.

“You’re doing great,” she soothed. Her head burst with countless questions. Where are you from? How did you get here? What do you want?

He appeared to like the cadence of her voice. His posture relaxed, and his breath against her was steady. How long had she been staring into his eyes? Should she push her luck and try to examine his mouth?

Before she could try, his finger stroked her inner arm. He was still restrained at the wrists, but he could reach her.

She allowed it. He stroked a featherlight finger along her forearm. As he did so, his gaze never left hers. She offered a kind smile. “That’s right. Friend. Sakota. Sa-ko-ta.”

He opened his mouth and let out a chicken-like squawk. “-Ota,” he said in a throaty, deep voice.

She raised her eyebrows. “Good. Very good.”

He tilted his head, watching her lips. “Gooood.”

Excited, she lowered the retinal light. “Can you understand me?”

He looked confused. “Me…”

“Okay. That’s a no. Then let me take this opportunity to say, in no uncertain terms, you, my friend, are the stuff of dreams and legends. I’ve waited my whole life for this. Are you getting this, Alistair?” she called out.

He came in over the speakers. “I am. Amazing. I’ll get to work on a linguistics program. Our friend seems to want to communicate.

She moved to pull away, but the man’s fingers closed over her wrist.

“Let me go.” She jerked her arm, but he wouldn’t release his grip. She gave him a cautionary look, and he loosened his fingers, though he still held her. Warning bells went off. What if he’s not here in peace? But his eyes sparkled impishly. He seemed to enjoy her skin pressed against his. Maybe he hadn’t been touched in a while. Or maybe he had a crush. Who knew.

Before she could extricate herself, the intercom chimed. “Sakota, are you okay?

“Yeah, I’m fine. He’s just being friendly—”

The man’s forefinger trailed along her arm again. She sucked in a breath and shut her eyes as a series of images flashed through her mind. A high wall made of stacked stones. A hand spread out to touch the tips of tall, golden wheat of a field. Multihued buildings in the distance under a purple sky. Children’s laughter and then screams. She jerked when the images changed. Strange rain, like metal. Black ships attacking from the sky, horrible screams which rent the air, death. A gentle brush against her hand again. She inhaled and opened her eyes. The man searched her, calm and patient. She struggled to see straight, but her mind spun.

“W-was that your—”

The isolation walls shot up. Rutledge burst into the room and advanced like an angry bear, brutish, immaculate, and combat ready in his black Oceanstone fatigues. “Let her go,” he snarled.

Rutledge yanked the man’s hand off her and pushed her aside. She fell to the floor on her back in a dizzy haze, reeling from the vision. She turned her head. The man bellowed and tore loose from his restraints. His and Rutledge’s images faded into one as they collided and fought. Rutledge’s weapon whirred as he strained to activate it. The rifle propelled over her head and hit the wall.

“Stop.” Her pleas fell on deaf ears. She closed her eyes.

The men barged into the room with heavy footfalls and angry shouts. She opened her eyes, but her vision swirled. The blurred image of the alien lifted Rutledge’s lieutenant like a kitchen chair and catapulted him in the same direction as the weapon. “Stop,” she hollered to the men. “Don’t shoot him. He wasn’t attacking me.”

Another soldier fell to the floor with a sick thud, holding his stomach. “Yeah? Well, he’s attacking me.”

The alien pounced over her, crouching low. He caged her with his body and made a guttural rumble in his throat, a warning to the men. She turned her head to the marines, who zeroed their weapons in on them.


 



 


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Haley Cavanagh is a military veteran, wife, and mother. She is an alumna of Columbia College, a musical theater nut, and she loves to dive into any book that crosses her path. Haley resides with her family in the United States and enjoys spending time with her husband and children when she’s not writing. She loves to hear from her readers, and encourages you to contact her via her website and social media.



 


 


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Published on October 11, 2018 23:00

October 10, 2018

Hard Hart by Whitley Cox is LIVE!!!

9 min read

 


 





 




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This is one ride that I did not want to get off of. With a storyline that had me from the opening pages and the heartwarming characters you could not help but fall in love with them, this is a book you do not want to miss.  ~5 Stars – Nicki




 


Have you ever devoured a book and just wanted it to never end. Hard Hart is that book, you will fall in love with not only the characters but their story. This storyline will captivate you and will hold you locked to the words … Hard Hart deserves ten stars instead of the five I can give it. ~ 5 Stars – Kylee




 


Blurb


It’ll take a tough woman to win this Hard Hart…


Krista Matthews, a hard-headed, hard-fighting rookie cop, is determined to prove herself on the force. It’s not just a man’s world anymore and she’ll show them all she’s up to the challenge, even if it means putting up with the advances from her lecherous mentor, Myles Slade. However, Brock is even more stubborn than she is, he’s all male, all alpha—and whether she likes it or not he’s made keeping her safe his number one priority. He doesn’t realize she doesn’t need protection; she can take of herself and then some.


Brock Hart, bodyguard and retired special operative, has never known anyone like Krista. Ever since their first meeting, when she pulled him over for speeding, he’s been drawn to her. She infuriates him, challenges him, and has gotten under his skin in a way no woman ever has. He’s kept people at arm’s length all his life for good reason, but Krista won’t stand for it. She wants to know everything about him, and that puts him on edge. But one drunken night together changes everything. Their worlds are rocked, and Brock’s quiet, introverted life is threatened forever. Which may be exactly what he needs.


 





 


Fun and Flirty Excerpt


He watched in the mirror behind the bar as Krista chewed her food slowly, a small, sexy smile on her face. She closed her eyes and hummed softly. Jordy in the kitchen always made a killer burger. Brock’s taste buds were just as happy as Krista’s. And fuck what he would give to be that burger right now, rolling around on her tongue and in her hot little mouth.



“So, Brock Hart, if that’s your real name?” she finally asked on a swallow. “Where do you live?”




A smile jogged on his lips as he methodically chewed his fries. “Around here,” he finally said. “Walking distance.”




“Stumbling distance?” She snickered, digging into her own fries. “’Cause that’s what we’d do, stumble there. Or at least me. That tequila’s hit me hard. Good call on the food.”




Brock didn’t say anything. He simply studied her face. She had a tiny bit of mustard at the corner of her mouth that he wanted to wipe, lick, or suck off for her. Preference on the latter.




“You want to get out of here?” he finally asked.




“I … uh … ”




He lifted one shoulder cavalierly and then shoveled fries into his mouth before taking a healthy sip of his beer to wash it all down.




 She eyed him curiously before nodding at Mickey for yet another shot. “I had an awful day,” she said quietly. “I’m drinking to forget.”




“Did you have to stand out in the rain and issue tickets all day?” he asked, his volume matching hers. He drained his beer and lifted an eyebrow at Mickey for another.




She nodded but then shook her head. “I didn’t issue any citations. And then there was a fatal accident on the highway we had to deal with.”




“I’m sorry,” he said. “Those are never easy.”




She shook her head again. “No, they’re not.”




It seemed like she was avoiding his gaze on purpose now, swirling her last remaining fry around and around in a big puddle of ketchup until it was limp and covered in red. “I don’t want to be a traffic cop,” she finally managed to whisper. “I didn’t want to be out there. Besides you, I pulled over two little old ladies and didn’t have the heart to cite them.”




He snorted. “Yeah, my dad was a cop, said it was tough when he’d have to pull over a car for speeding only to find a wrinkled little blue hair behind the wheel. For the most part, they drive slow as fuck, but then once in a while you get an eighty-five-year-old Mario Andretti with a medical alert bracelet, going sixty in a school zone.”




To Brock’s surprise and delight—which also surprised him—she burst out laughing, nodded and then slammed back the shot in front of her. Damn, she was cute. And she smelled incredible.




He nodded, signaled Mickey and told him to put everything on his “tab.”




Krista finally finished that last fry and drained the water glass in front of her. She let out a loud and satisfying ah before lifting her head and batting her lashes at him.




“You look different from the picture on your license,” she said. “I like your hair longer. And your face has filled out.”




His skin prickled. He hoped to God she didn’t ask anything personal. Brock never got personal.




She leaned forward so their faces were only six inches apart. Her breath smelled of tequila and ketchup, but it was quickly overpowered by the most divine scent—floral and sweet with a hint of spice. It wrapped around him and he had to force himself not to shut his eyes and inhale deeply.




“Hmm?” he hummed, wondering what she was looking at.




She blinked those diamond blues at him and smiled coyly. “You have beautiful green eyes. And the scruff beard is hot, definitely better than the clean-shaved look of your picture.”




She’d remembered that much about him? Was she coming on to him? Was she always this forward, or was the tequila making her brazen? Either way he didn’t care. She was hot as fuck, and if she said the word, he’d have her home and clawing up his back before the clock struck twelve.




“You owe me, you know,” she said with only a slight slur to her words.




He decided to play along. “I do, do I? I bought you a burger and covered your tab. I’d say we’re square for whatever it is you think I owe you.”




With a sultry little lip bite and a head shake that tousled those untameable curls of hers, she said, “Nuh-uh.”




“Nuh-uh?”




“I let you off with a warning. And we both know you were speeding right up until you saw me. You tossed on the brakes at the perfect moment.”




Well, she had him there.




“So I owe you then?”




She nodded.




“I’m not sure you should be drinking anymore, and I’m not a fan of dessert. How do you propose I owe you … constable?”




Her pink tongue darted out between her lips and ran seductively along the seam. “Stumbling distance?”



 



A growl built at the back of his throat. He hadn’t gotten laid in ages, and this little sprite had him sporting a half-chub since earlier in the day. Did she have her handcuffs with her still? Maybe an officer’s hat?




 








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About the Author




A Canadian West Coast baby born and raised, Whitley is married to her high school sweetheart, and together they have two beautiful daughters and a fluffy dog. She spends her days making food that gets thrown on the floor, vacuuming Cheerios out from under the couch and making sure that the dog food doesn’t end up in the air conditioner. But when nap time comes, and it’s not quite wine o’clock, Whitley sits down, avoids the pile of laundry on the couch, and writes.





A lover of all things decadent; wine, cheese, chocolate and spicy erotic romance, Whitley brings the humorous side of sex, the ridiculous side of relationships and the suspense of everyday life into her stories. With mommy wars, body issues, threesomes, bondage and role-playing, these books have everything we need to satisfy the curious kink in all of us.




 







 



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Published on October 10, 2018 23:00

August 3, 2018

The Selkie Prince’s Fated Mate by J.J. Masters is LIVE!

6 min read


The Selkie Prince’s Fated Mate


The Royal Alphas, bk 1


 


A MM Mpreg Shifter Romance


by JJ Masters


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Blurb:


A Selkie prince forced to produce an heir. An omega destined to become a royal’s fated mate…


Prince Kai’s life as he knows it is now over. As the firstborn alpha to the Selkie King of the North, he’s required to produce an heir. Whether he wants to or not. When the Selkie Seekers finally present his fated mate, he dreads being tied to this stranger for the rest of his life. He can only hope his omega will be easy on the eyes and somewhat intelligent.


Raised in a family of good breeding, Luca always knew it was possible he’d end up the mate for an alpha of nobility. Only to whom, he never knew. Every time the Seekers summoned him for the humiliating presentation ceremony to royalty of all levels, he feared being stuck with some unbearable, abusive or very unattractive alpha. As an omega he doesn’t have the choice to say no. Not only is it his obligation, it’s the law. If he refuses, he and his family would become outcasts and banished from the Selkie community.


However, as soon as Kai enters the Great Hall of the North, it’s clear that the handsome prince is his alpha. Luca’s pleased with the choice the fates made until the king demands that not only he become pregnant within six months but produce an alpha pup with his son, otherwise he’ll be cast aside. And getting pregnant might be a problem…


Note: A 56k word m/m shifter mpreg story, this is the first book in the Royal Alpha series. Due to the “knotty” times in this book, it is recommended for mature readers only. It can be read as a standalone and, of course, has an HEA.



Excerpt:


Chapter One


The blood rushed to Kai’s cock as he took a long, deep inhale.


This Presentation Ceremony was unnecessary. As were all the last dozen or so. There was no reason to have six omegas from all over the country—and even some from Europe—presenting themselves to him each time.


All to find his fated mate.


No matter what, it was clear. The pater of his future pups was now present in the Great Hall. He was one of the six males naked on their hands and knees, their foreheads pressed to the cold stone floor, their asses high in the air.


The second Kai had entered the hall, his omega’s slick glands had started to express themselves. It was hard to deny the scent his future mate gave off.


His hatred for these presentation ceremonies burned within him like the heat of a thousand suns. How insulting to be an omega from a good family and be forced to be on display in front of many, many other males in the hall and postulating in front of the reigning King of the North.


His sire, King Solomon.


The ruling Selkie male loved this pomp and circumstance. Kai despised it.


His father sat on his throne at the head of the hall, wearing not only his damn crown, but holding his scepter.


His freaking scepter.


But like it’d been told to Kai countless times before, it was all for the good of the race.


Sure.


Being the oldest son of five, he was next in line for the throne.


Not that he wanted it, because he didn’t.


Not that he had a choice. He certainly didn’t.


Just like he wouldn’t have a choice in choosing his future mate. That would be chosen for him due to the fates. An omega he’d have to spend the rest of his life with, who would sit by his side if and when Kai ever reigned the kingdom, and who would bear his pups.


No, Kai’s body would decide that.


So, he had no choice. None. And neither did his omega.


Kai hoped he at least found his bonded mate easy on the eyes, and somewhat intelligent. Otherwise, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to tolerate being tied to a male Kai couldn’t bear to look at, breed with, or even have a decent conversation with.


That would seem like eternal torture.


Kai’s nostrils flared as the sweet, luring scent of his bonded mate became stronger. His cock was now more painful than ever.


He didn’t think he’d ever gotten this hard with any of his beta or human lovers.


“Son, come forward,” his father’s deep voice encouraged. Hell, demanded.


Kai frowned at all the formality. The Royal Guards lined both sides of the hall, leaving him a clear path to the throne, the “presentation,” and his four brothers. Two stood on one side of their father, two on the other.


They looked as uncomfortable as Kai felt and Zale was giving him an intense stare that read, “Hurry up and choose, so we all can get the bloody hell out of here.”


Kai understood that sentiment well.


With a sigh, Kai moved forward, his eyes traveling over the bare asses being presented for everyone to see.


Thanks be to Poseidon, he was grateful that he was not an omega.



About the Author:


J.J. Masters is the alter-ego of a USA Today bestselling author who writes hot, gay romance filled with heart, humor and heat. J.J. became fascinated with mpreg romance as soon as she figured out what mpreg stood for. She loves to write about “knotty” men!


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Published on August 03, 2018 23:00

June 29, 2018

Hot Dad by Whitley Cox is LIVE!

7 min read






 



 











 



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Sam




Since the moment I laid eyes on her I’ve wanted her.




But I wasn’t ready.




The kids were my world and my wounds were still raw.




For six months, I watched her from afar. Dreamed of her, lusted after her, fantasized…




But all that’s about to change. I’m finally ready to take the plunge and start dating again. And now that I know she’s single, I’m going to do this right and win Harper. I want her mind, I want her body, I want her heart.




And when she gives me all access, no limits, I know she’s the one for me.




 




Harper




He’s the one we all call Hot Dad at playgroup. The one who makes my knees weak and my panties wet every time he walks through the door. We all eye-fuck the bejesus out of him, and dream of his tongue between our legs.




But my kid is my world, and I’m a frumpy mom with a hole in the bum of her yoga pants. What could he ever see in me? So when Sam calls out of the blue, I’m stunned.




Now if only the kids can stop cock-blocking us, and his psycho ex would go away.


He’s turned out to be a master Dom and I’m willing and eager to be taught how to be the perfect little submissive.









 





 




Dirty Excerpt


Sam


 




I grabbed her by the elbows and hauled her arms over her head, pinning her hands into the pillows with one of mine. I held her there and gazed down. Pink bloomed on her cheeks and hunger swirled in her eyes. One hard kiss on her lips, and I dipped my head again and tugged a nipple into my mouth. Gently, but not without pressure, I scissored my teeth back and forth across her flesh. She sucked in air as she wriggled beneath me. Soft and feminine whimpers escaped her as I continued on with my torture. I kept her in place and worshiped her body with my mouth. Kisses and nibbles, licks and pecks. I raked my teeth across her ribs and under the gentle swell of her breasts until she bowed her back, shut her eyes, clenched her jaw and let out a growl of frustration as her hips pressed up to meet mine. I pulled away, lingering just above her.




“Too slow and gentle for your liking?”




“Yes,” she panted. “Sam … we’ve been cock-blocked so much, don’t waste time. You never know when Carly is going to wake up.”




She had a point. But I didn’t want it to all be over, either.




“Please, sir … fuck me?” She fluttered those damn eyelashes at me like some sexy little schoolgirl, and my cock grew longer and thicker against my stomach. I glanced down between us, and a drop of pre-cum beaded on the head of my dick. She followed my gaze. “Can I lick it off?”




Oh hell yes. Releasing her hands, I pulled her up so she was sitting. I leaned back on my heels and grabbed the base of my shaft.




“Suck it, baby. Suck it hard. I’ve thought of nothing but your lips wrapped around my cock since our phone sex date. I want to feel the real thing.”




With big wide doll eyes, she parted her lips, taking me to the back of her throat. And then she started to hum.




Humming!




The woman was fucking humming.




Oh dear lord.




My hands moved of their own volition, and my fingers entwined with the short tendrils of her soft hair. I pulled on her scalp, tugging her harder and deeper onto me, loving the vibrations and the way my cock felt in her hot little mouth.




With one hand she stroked me, root to her lips, but she never took me out of her mouth. Never. I was always in that decadent heat. Whether it be the whole seven inches or just the tip, she never let me go. Her other hand came up as she squeezed and tugged on my sac, rolling my aching balls around in her palm, giving them a little yank every now and then just to keep me on my toes.




I was close in a matter of minutes, but I didn’t want it to end. Watching Harper’s head bob up and down in my lap was so damn hot. I’d go to bed every night for the coming week with the image emblazoned on the back of my eyelids. I tapped her head.




“I-I’m close, baby.”




The humming grew louder. She tugged down harder on my scrotum and picked up her pace. When she brought me out and just left in the tip, her tongue darted back and forth over the head before wedging its way into the little hole. Jesus fucking Christ, the woman was a sorceress. Her eyes were closed as she powered forward until I knocked her tonsils, but she didn’t gag, she just kept going. A beautiful lone tear slipped down the side of her cheek, and I wiped it away with my thumb.




“Look at me,” I demanded. I wanted her to watch me come. Even if I shut my eyes and tossed my head back, I wanted her to watch the kind of pleasure she wielded.




Her eyes flashed open, and she looked up at me. Fuck, she was beautiful, and with my cock in her mouth she was goddamn stunning.




“I’m going to come so hard, baby. You sure about this?”




“Mhmm,” she hummed.




Her tongue coiled around my length, and she let me bottom out. I exploded.




 




It’d been ages since I’d gotten a blow job, but even with the distant memories foggy in my brain, this one took the cake. It wasn’t that her mouth was just that talented, or her diligence endless and her tongue magical, it was those big brown bedroom eyes gazing up at me as I spilled myself inside her mouth and she swallowed me down. The convulsions of her throat swallowing, milking me, only heightened the pleasure. I squeezed my eyes shut, tossed my head back and groaned, pulling on the roots of her hair and bucking into her face. But she took it all. Watched it all.




 






 




 




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June 9, 2018

Tempting Him is LIVE!

9 min read

Tempting Him (An Obsessed Novella Book 5) by [St. James, Jeanne]


Tempting Him (An Obsessed Novella)


By Jeanne St. James


Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance, BDSM


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Blurb:


It’s not just a love story, it’s an obsession…


Skylar:


Every time my neighbor jogs past my house, I do my best to tempt him. Washing my car, watering my lawn, doing yoga in the grass with all my assets in the air. I’m not sure if he notices me, but I sure can’t miss him.


Then one day he falls… into my arms and into my bed. Surprisingly, we’re better matched than I would’ve expected. But when he reveals who he is, my world comes crashing down around me because if he finds out my secret we’re finished before we’ve even begun.


Cade:


Three days a week, I put myself through hell by jogging through my neighborhood. I suffer through it simply to catch a glimpse of a woman I don’t know. Every time I pass her house she’s outside tempting me. Until one day I fall… over my feet, over my heart, over this woman and into her arms.


I know nothing about her, but I want to discover everything. Even her deepest, darkest secrets. However, little does she know, I have one, too. One that may sever the tie that binds us.


 


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Excerpt:


Chapter One


Skylar:


I watch as sweat drips one bead at a time onto my over-priced yoga mat. The sun is so freaking hot and here I am, like an idiot out in my yard, bent over in the downward facing dog pose for the past million years. Okay, not years… maybe more like a million seconds. But my body has decided it hates me (nothing new) and is


cramping while my head spins. Even better, my over-priced yoga pants have clawed their way up my crack (as well as one other place). And still…


No neighbor.


What the hell?


Despite my eyeballs’ attempt at bulging out of their sockets, I peek at my sports watch. He should’ve been by here two-point-five minutes ago.


Shit.


The man is usually like clockwork, jogging by my house on Monday, Wednesday and Friday afternoons every week. For the most part, anyway. Though, thunderstorms seem to discourage him from his cardio. (Not sure why.)


On those days, I would be willing to recommend another type of cardio to get his heart pumping. And maybe get his hips pumping, too.


Anyway… look at me! Doing yoga on my front lawn, on the uneven grass, waiting like a desperate woman. (I’m not, really, I promise! It just looks that way.)


But, damn, the man is fine and when he jogs past shirtless, he’s shiny with sweat, which makes me want to drag him inside and give him a sponge bath with my tongue.


My thighs start shaking as I peek between my spread legs, because, of course, my ass has to be facing the street. I want him to get a good look at what I’m offering.


I may even wiggle it a little when he jogs by.


That is if I don’t pass out into a heap first.


I sigh.


Then sigh again a little louder just for good measure.


Maybe it would be easier if I just took up jogging. Wear one of those sexy sports bras, put my hair up in a cute little pony tail, plaster a smile on my face and follow him around the block at a perky pace.


I’ll die first.


****


Cade:


Why I ever started this shit, I’ll never know. No, I lie. I know. I thought, “Cade, dude, wouldn’t it be great to up your cardio game and start running?”


I answered myself with, “Yeah, man, that would be great and fun, too!” And then maybe I won’t get so winded when I play basketball with the guys. I’ll have more endurance, I’ll look and feel younger, and…


Fuck that.


Running sucks. And I don’t even think what I do can be considered as running. No, it’s more of a jog. Or a lope. Or trotting like a donkey with a lame hoof.


Inhell. Exhell.


My chest burns, my leg muscles spasm, my balls feel like they’re floating in a puddle of sweat, and the crack of my ass…


I’m not even going there. (Trust me, you don’t want to, either.)


So, why don’t I just stop the torture? (Good question!)


I’ve asked myself that for the past month.


And the answer has always been…


Her.


I sacrifice three days a week just to see a woman I don’t know.


Not sure why, but she always seems to be outside at the same time of the day. For that reason, I make sure that’s when I go running (jogging, trotting, limping) by.


Am I crazy to torture myself because I find someone attractive and I’d like to get her attention?


Eh. Maybe.


Why don’t I just knock on her door and ask her out? (Another good question.)


Maybe I want to impress her with my physique and athletic prowess.


But honestly, something has to give and it has to be soon. Because this running shit sucks balls and I’d rather stick razor blades under my fingernails.


At least my slow trot is the right speed to observe her without being creepy. Walking would be too slow and obvious. Driving too quick and useless, not to mention dangerous when she’s clearly a distraction.


And, of course, my pace always allows me enough time to enjoy the show she gives me.


On Wednesday, she was out washing her car, her top soaked, her nipples pushing through the thin fabric of her shirt, and when she bent over to scrub the hood of said car, my boner just about popped out of my shorts. You know, those little nylon running shorts. The ones with the mesh liner, clearly not made for sexual arousal.


But I digress.


The week before, she was out watering her lawn. And, once again, her top was wetter than her grass.


Here’s the thing, the entire neighborhood has built-in sprinklers.


Maybe hers are broken.


It’s possible.


I grunt as I turn the corner and try to push myself a little faster since I’m off my game today. I’m later than normal, and I want my running to look as effortless as possible. It needs to look as though I’ve got my shit together and I’m not secretly suffering.


My eyes swing to the left as I jog. She’s the fourth house up. The brick ranch home with the two-car garage.


Two houses to go yet.


One house.


My eyes widen as I see her ass in tight black yoga pants in the air. My step stutters but I can’t stop my momentum.


My mouth becomes an O, partly because I’m falling over my own two feet, the other because she’s dropped to her knees and is now arching backwards grabbing onto her heels, her generous tits straining against her top.


Last thing I see is her blinking upside down at me as her head hangs down her back.


Suddenly, I’m staring at nothing but pavement (and my loss of manhood). The little bit of oxygen I had sucked into my lungs is now gone.


Then, what seems like seconds later, bare, cute, red painted toes come into view.


I want to just die.


 


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JEANNE ST. JAMES is a USA Today bestselling erotic romance author who loves an alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started writing. Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages. Want to read a sample of her work? Download a sampler book HERE.


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June 8, 2018

Wicked Game is ONLY 99¢ or FREE in KU!

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Kara Smith is stressed to the max. She’s close to losing the bar she inherited from her grandfather, she’s exhausted from taking care of her alcoholic father, and to top things off, she’s losing precious clientele to a new nightclub in Houston. She’s so desperate, she’s actually considering the insane proposition her best friend, Trevor Black, has made. Marry him, and he’ll make sure she keeps her bar.


William Richardson is the son of Carl Jones, as in the Carl Jones…the owner of many of the amazing nightclubs in Houston. Carl has come up with his best idea yet, if only he can get Kara to sell her bar. If William can make sure this happens, he’ll be handed over his father’s empire. And hey, William and Kara can’t stand each other, so it should be easy, right?


But after an intensely steamy night where they set aside their feud and bond in the most erotic of ways, will he still be able to convince her to let go of her bar? Will he even want to?




Excerpt:


William didn’t hesitate to take advantage of the invitation. He delved into her mouth, her tongue hot and wet, and he could barely contain a groan as it slid against his. He placed his hand in her hair and tilted her head back, deepening the kiss. his other hand fell just below her belly button, and as his fingers flirted with the top of her shorts, he knew he’d die if he didn’t’ get his mouth on what lay beneath them. “Can I taste you?”


Kara quickly nodded and began to fidget with her button and zipper.


He smiled against her mouth, then licked the seam of her lips before pulling the bottom one between his teeth. He walked her backward until she stood against the bar. He moved her shaking hands and unzipped her shorts, but before he could tug them down, she reached down and stopped him.


“Wait, I forgot something. We can’t do this right now.” Her face was flushed and her breathing ragged, her heaving chest pushing her breasts against her shirt.


“Why the fuck not?” he asked.


“I…” Kara looked around, clearly embarrassed about something. What could be so terrible they’d have to stop was beyond him. “I didn’t shave.”


William couldn’t help but chuckle; like a little hair would stop him from feasting on that gorgeous pussy. Her gorgeous pussy. He leaned in and kissed her again, swallowing her moan as he reached inside her shorts and panties and plunged his fingers deep inside her wet heat. “It feels perfect to me, baby. Do you usually shave it all?” Kara nodded as she rocked herself forward and backward against his hand. “Well…don’t. I like a little texture on my tongue.”


Kara clearly liked what she heard because she curled her fingers into his hair and kissed him, hard. Her lips smashed against his as she sucked his tongue into her mouth, twirling her own tongue around his.


He pulled away from her and ripped her shirt over her head, then pulled her bra cups down so her tits spilled out over the top. He leaned in and latched on to one nipple, biting into it with just enough pressure to have her gasping above him. He dropped to his knees and pulled her shorts and panties down her legs, quickly helped her step out of them, and then threw them to the side. He allowed his nose to travel up her leg and thigh, inhaling her decadent scent. Holy fuuuck. Her pussy was perfect. A small thatch of hair covered the top, and her musky arousal made his dick pule almost unbearably. When he couldn’t take another second of torture, he leaned in and took one long, slow, deep lick into her folds.


Kara moaned above him, her fingers curled in his hair, arching her back as she pushed her sex against his mouth. This wouldn’t work. He wanted more. He wanted to see her spread out for him. Above him, where he could watch every time she clenched her pussy in ecstasy.


She cried out when he pulled away from her. He tongued up her stomach, in between her breasts, then around her neck. “Stay there,” he instructed, panting from his own desire. He quickly grabbed one of the stepstools they’d used while painting and brought it next to her. “Turn around, put one foot on the stepstool, then place your other knee on top of the bar.”


Kara’s face was uncertain, but she did as he said, tentatively placing one foot on the stool, then after a quick glance over her shoulder at him, placed her knee on the bar.


“Now, put your hands on the bar and bend forward. And Kara…stick that perfect ass out for me. While I have you in front of me I was to see every single inch of you.”





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June 7, 2018

In the Shadows is ONLY 99¢ or FREE in KU!

4 min read

 


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Rosie Hobbs is in trouble. Big trouble. The kind of trouble that has her scared to leave her apartment. When she first met Aaron he was a fun guy who liked to have a good time. Just the kind of man she prefers. But when he wants more, and she tells him she’s not interested, he loses it. Continuous phone calls, showing up where she’s at, vandalizing her property… She finds herself turning to an unexpected protector, her best friend’s ridiculously sexy brother.


Conner Montgomery is a lawyer and he deals with this type of BS every day. However, something about Rosie has him crossing the professional line. Is it her gorgeous smile? Her charm? Or the fact that he can’t even look at her without imagining her body wrapped around his? Whatever the case, when Aaron shows up at a get-together and scares Rosie half to death, Conner’s determined to make sure he can’t get anywhere near her again.


When the stakes get higher, and the threats more real, will Conner be able to keep Rosie protected, or will their soaring passion cloud their judgment?


 



Excerpt:


Conner yanked off his shirt, then made haste removing his shoes, socks, and jeans. He walked toward Rosie but stopped when he got directly in front of her. He’d fantasized about this nonstop, and it was going to go his way. Rosie liked to feel in charge, and that was fine with him, but not when she was in his damn bed. “Take off my boxers.”


Rosie swallowed and then did as she was told. She had to drop down to her knees to get them all the way off, and he fought the urge to feel himself in her mouth again. When she was done, she stood and looked at him expectantly. Yeah, something told him she loved being told what to do.


“Get on the bed and take off your dress.” Conner instructed through clenched teeth.


Rosie turned and walked to the bed, then bent over and crawled to the center on her hands and knees. Her ass swayed side to side in the air, her panty-clad pussy peeking out from beneath her dress. When she’d made it to the center, she turned to face him, still on her knees. She grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head, discarding it on the floor. She looked like a fucking goddess, her face flushed, lips swollen from her killer blowjob, wearing a provocative lacy black bra and panty set that perfectly hugged her voluptuous body.


“Now the bra.” Conner fisted his erection and began to stroke it as he watched her hastily rid herself of the garment. He smiled and walked toward her. “It would seem someone is in a hurry.”


“Yes,” she panted.


“Why are your legs shaking, baby?”


“Because I want you. I need you.”


“Soon, baby; but first, lie down.”


She paused for a second, then did as he instructed.


“Spread your legs for me.” He hissed under his breath when her legs fell to the side. Her panties were wet in the center from her arousal, and he had to grip the base of his dick hard to keep from coming. “Show me how you touched yourself.”


Rosie squirmed against the bed, no doubt in as much agony as he was, if not more. She trembled as she slid her fingers underneath the elastic of her panties, then cried out when they came in contact with her clit.


He watched as she pleasured herself, her fingers dipping in and out of the fabric. When he couldn’t take another second of the exquisite torture, he bent down in front of her and sucked on her sex through her panties.




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Cuff Me is ONLY 99¢ or FREE in KU!

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When Lynette Montgomery’s older sister dies from breast cancer, she quickly steps in to take care of her two young nephews. The boys are sweet, caring, and Lynette has no idea what she’s doing. Terrified of failing her sister, she does everything she can to present herself as the parental figure she feels the boys need, even swearing off the sexy-as-can-be cop she just so happened to have a one-night stand with outside of her best friend’s house.

Robert Barletta is a decorated and respected cop with the San Antonio PD. After having just played a key role in bringing down Houston and San Antonio’s largest drug operation, he should be on top of the world. Unfortunately for him, he can’t get that one night with a smoking hot blonde temptress out of his head.


When he’s forced to take some time off, and the two come face to face, will they be able to keep their attraction on the back burner? Or has this game of cat and mouse just started?







Excerpt:


“Why did you need a vibrator in the first place?” he asked, tongue slowly gliding up and down her neck. “If you need help with something, all you have to do is ask.” He looked up and gave her a smile that she suspected incinerated every woman’s panties in a fifty-mile radius, and hers were no exception. Well, she wouldn’t have been an exception if she were wearing any, a realization that she was suddenly all too aware of as she felt her warm arousal beginning to coat her upper thighs.


“I didn’t know if you’d be interested in another, you know.” She was such an idiot. After what they’d done last time and the things they’d said, she was still shy?


“Another what, angel? Another fuck?” He dropped his hands to her breasts and fondled her nipples through her robe. “You should know by now that I can’t turn down anything you want. All you have to do is give the command.”


Could she be with him again? She’d said no relationships for a while after she got the boys, but this wasn’t a relationship. It just so happened that fate had dropped her a deliciously decadent present in the form of Robert Barletta on this weekend away; was she supposed to ignore that? Who was she to say “Eff you” to fate? That was plain bad manners.


Decision made, she summoned up every ounce of courage she had. With shaking fingers, she reached for the belt on her robe and slowly untied it so that it fell open, revealing herself to him. She felt him grow harder as he looked down at her body.


“Yes, please. I’d like another fuck.”


She thought he’d kiss her, but instead he moved back and then pushed her into his bedroom. He quietly shut and locked the door behind him, then turned back to her with a determined look in his eyes. She moaned as she felt his large hands rip the robe from her body. Her hands shook as she hastily tugged his pants until they were down to his ankles, his erection huge and for her alone. She had a sudden urge to have him in her mouth, and she wasn’t going to let this go any further until she did.


But first, she wanted what she’d been thinking about nonstop since their night together. She looked into his eyes and smashed her mouth to his in a searing kiss, then pulled away and dropped to her knees.






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Her Husband’s Brother is ONLY 99¢ or FREE in KU!

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Lexie Hayes knows her marriage is over. After working endlessly to fix things, she’s decided to move on and find happiness elsewhere. The last thing she needs is to run into her sexy-as-hell brother-in-law at a nightclub on her birthday. He’s cocky, arrogant, and so damn kissable she can barely hold on to her sanity.


Jonathon Hayes has always wanted his sister-in-law. She’s gorgeous, feisty, and unbeknownst to her, married to the largest drug supplier in the Houston and San Antonio areas. When fate puts them side by side, lust and tensions run high. He wants her and he knows she wants him.


Can he keep his feelings on a shelf long enough to keep her safe while he dethrones his drug lord brother, or will temptation overwhelm good sense and put them both on a path to destruction?


 




Excerpt:


Walking straight toward her like a man possessed, he grabbed her hips and lifted her enough to walk her backward, pinning her to the wall. Her eyes opened wide as she leaned her head back, flattening her palms on either side of her. If she gave him the okay, he’d have her in bed for sure. Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he placed his palm on her chest right beneath her collarbone. His hand lifted and lowered with her quick, shallow breaths; he slowly inched it up until he cradled her chin and neck. Her skin was soft and silken, like he’d known it would be. His erection swelled almost painfully against his jeans, and as he nestled it against her tummy, he could feel the heat from her sex. Slowly, he licked his lips and lowered his mouth until it hovered above hers. “Want to play a game?”


“Wh-what?” she asked breathlessly.


Her stare bored into his as he bunched up the bottom of her skirt until he could see a sexy-as-hell pair of red lace panties. He wanted, no, he needed to see what was beneath those panties.


“What are you doing?” she asked, making no move to stop him.


“What I’m doing is getting us ready for our game, baby. This game is called Wet and Get. I’m going to stick my hand in those cock-tease panties of yours, and if I find that you’re not wet, I’ll walk out of this house right now.” He pointed his thumb toward the front door.


She opened her mouth to say something, but he quickly leaned down and bit her bottom lip, hard. As her eyes widened, he released her lip and soothed the spot with his tongue. “But if I find that your sweet little pussy is nice and wet for me, and judging how you’re rubbing your thighs together I’m pretty positive it is, then I finally get it.” He squeezed her mound to emphasize his point. “And darlin’, you have no idea how much I want you.”


“We… We can’t,” she whispered pitifully, as if the words hurt her.


“Why the hell not?” He let out a frustrated sigh. It took every bit of restraint he had to keep himself from slowly rubbing his cock against her. “I know you’re hurting, and I know you want me as badly as I want you. Please, darlin’, let me be the one to stop your ache.”


She practically moaned at his words. “I’m married. I’m married to your brother.” She emphasized that point like he’d somehow forgotten his shit luck. As if he could ever forget the one woman who made his heart thunder had promised herself to someone else. Someone not worthy of her.


“If you can tell me, honestly, that you don’t want this”- he pushed against her with his erection – “then I’ll stop right now and leave. But tell the truth and don’t run from it for once. We both know we need each other, for what reason, I have no fucking clue, but it’s the truth.” Rubbing his nose against hers, he lowered his voice to a whisper. “You want to know a secret?” He leaned forward and slowly took her earlobe between his teeth, smiling at her hungry moan before murmuring in her ear, “Dean’s a little twat, and he doesn’t deserve you. If he treated you well, that’d be one thing, but I know he doesn’t because I’ve fucking seen it, and you’re too good to try to get out. You tell me, right now, that you don’t feel what we have, and I’ll walk out that door.”


Her throat moved as she swallowed, her breathing heavy and ragged. After a brief stare-down, she finally spoke. “Of course I want you. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my entire life.” She lowered her eyes toward her panties as if silently daring him. Dare taken, baby. He placed his forehead against hers, lightly slid his fingertips underneath the elastic top of her panties, and continued downward.



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