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It’s all about JR Gray’s words.

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Blurb

I worshiped at the altar of pain, surviving on avoidance, physical to avoid the mental, anything to forget what I’d lost. When Remi walked through the door, I felt like I’d paid my price for the passage through hell and been granted a taste of Eden. Remi was my oasis and I was going to drown myself in him.

But life takes with no remorse and everything was a mirage. The past won’t stay dead and a cruel phantom comes to destroy our happiness. The more we need each other the further apart our lives drive us. I’m torn between my perfect past and the hope of an oasis, and either choice demands I cut out part of my soul.

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First book in the Inferno series: Clouded Hell

I survive on avoidance. Physical pain to avoid the mental. Disposable flesh to avoid relationships. Work to avoid attachment. My club became my empire of avoidance. Inside the ring millions are won and lost. The fight is confined to breaths, actions and reactions, fists and pain. Rules don’t exist. Only my opponent exists. I’d been avoiding my needs for far too long when Remi stumbles into the Inferno and I’m hungry. The promise of a submissive with no attachment is far too tempting. I can’t resist him. He was only supposed to be a distraction, but I know I’ll never get over him. There isn’t a chance in this clouded hell.

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Clouded Hell

Excerpts

#1

“Scared of me?” he asked.

“Only of you leaving.”

He turned to cup upside down over my chest. The scalding water burned and spread and I slipped. I slipped and floated. My lips parted and I could feel my breath pass between them. I must have moaned, but I was too gone to hear anything. The only thing I felt were his tools on me. Hands, and crops, and maybe a flogger. I craved each touch like the whisper of a lover over my skin. His marks were love written on my skin.

I pulled against the bonds wanting to touch him. The crude rope bit into my wrists, and I didn’t care. I had to touch him. I had to get to him. I knew it was useless, but how many things in life do we do that we know in the end will be useless. I’d felt like that my entire relationship with him. I was chasing someone who would never see me the way I saw him. But he was the sun, and to stand in his light was better than to suffer in the dark for the rest of eternity.

“How easy you are.”

“Only for you.” I swore.

“Even more pathetic.”

“I am. I will be anything you want me to be.”

“I have no doubt of that.” He dragged his nails over the lightly blistered flesh and I cried out.

The pain lifted me and filled me, but not as much as his words. His words broke me, but also built me. I knew they were only for me. I knew he didn’t pay this attention to anyone else.

Then there was soft. A silk touch. His lips? I had to pry open my eyes and fight my way out of the space I was in to see how he kissed my hip. His fingers played over my collar bones, and when he looked me in the eyes, I saw something there I’d never seen before. Maybe he did return my feelings in his way. I lived and died in that one look.

I was forever his, whether he remained or left. Like I’d signed my life away in his eyes. I was his devout servant for eternity.

It was more than a physical release. Better than cumming could ever be.

#2

My lips pulled back as fire raced through my veins. I had no outlet for the rage that filled me. Rain started to fall, soaking us through instantly.

“I don’t know if I want any of that anymore,” I said.

“What? It’s who you are.”

I grabbed his shirt, shoving him into the car. “You are who I am.”

I forced his lips open with mine, kissing him. He didn’t fight me. He still belonged to me. I knew he felt it as much as I did.

I tugged at the fabric and he raised his arms so I could strip off his hastily put on shirt. I shoved his jeans down, without shame wrapping my fingers around his cock.

He dug his nails into my arm. “Dante.”

“Shut up.” I stroked up his length, and his fingers tightened, drawing blood. It mixed with the rain and ran down my arms.

I bit and sucked at his lips and tongue. His other hand found my hip and dug in. I pulled back enough to meet his eyes. He was savage with his nails.

“Do your worst,” I said.

“You don’t want my worst.”

I grabbed his balls with my free hand and twisted, smiling down at him. He returned the gesture by grabbing my cock through my pants.

“We aren’t in the playroom. I will return all of it.”

I licked over my lips squeezing more and raising a brow. It seemed like challenge.

“Hurt me. I need it.”

Both his brows rose, and he nodded. “Are we doing this out here or are we taking it inside?” Remi unzipped my pants and dugs his nails into my cock as he freed it.

About the Author

Gray is a cynical Chicago native, who drinks coffee all day, barely sleeps, and is a little too fashion obsessed. He writes realistic and damaged characters because everyone deserves a happily ever after.

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Books by JR Gray

Speak No Evil

King Consort

Forsaken

Say Yes

The Bound Series

Legally Bound

Breach of Contract

Illicit Activity

Damages Incurred

Capital Offense

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It’s all about E.D. Parr’s words!

 

 
Thank you for inviting me to

your blog with my new release gay romance from Evernight Publishing, Dear

Heart.
This

will make you smile.
I

wrote Dear Heart for my guardian angel, because he’s worked overtime all my

life so far.
Blurb
Aiden

Flint goes on vacation with three friends to Pamplona, Spain. Seeking

excitement, they will run with the bulls in the festival of St. Fermin. As the

four friends enjoy the nightlife, they notice an attractive man watching Aiden

in the bars they visit. In the warmth and heady atmosphere of the exotic city,

Aiden takes a chance and approaches the handsome man.
Enigmatic

Santiago Arista is sexy, kind, desperate for love, and achingly lonely. He’s

just about given up on finding love, until one warm, summer night, sitting

alone in a bar, he sees gorgeous Aiden. He’s elated when Aiden joins him at his

table.
Deep

attraction swirls between them. At the end of the night when they share a kiss,

Aiden can’t believe the bliss that enfolds him, but have both men found someone

to love just when fate is about to throw Aiden into mortal danger?


 
Welcome E.D. Parr, I have a

few questions for you today.
Who

would be your favorite character across all of your books and why?
I love all my characters, but I think the one I’d choose as

favorite (only if I had to)
is Nick Kringle from Make a

Wish. He’s enchanting, happy, and uplifting. Hmm, actually I feel disloyal now

to my other gorgeous, lovable characters.
Writers

block can be a real pain in the ass! Do you suffer from it sometimes? And if

so, how do you deal with it?
I’ve never had writers’

block, luckily. I’m the opposite I have so many ideas I don’t get enough time

to write every story I think of. I do sometimes run out of stamina and wish the

words would jump out of my mind onto the computer screen. I go for walks when I’m

mentally tired or I watch a favorite movie.
What are you working on at the moment? Can

you share a little snippet to whet our appetites.
I’m writing a gay Sci-Fi

romance. So far, I have no title for it. Titles generally drop into my head

some way into the story.
Here’s a snippet:
Corin

took the step and closed the gap between them. He grabbed Zeb around the head

and kissed him. The kiss lasted longer than he intended. Feelings Corin had

pushed to the bottom of his heart rose in a tide of remembrance and flooded his

body with tenderness. Horrified he pushed Zeb away, aimed, and clicked the

button on the portalphone. Through the aura of white light cast as the portal

took him away, Zeb’s loving smile tore at his heart. Corin closed his eyes, but

he knew he’d see Zeb in his dreams forever as his former lover raised a hand in

farewell.
He

bent his head when scalding tears rushed from his eyes and traced a path down

his cool skin. To hide them, he scooped up Zeb’s sword, before he turned to Marcus

who joined him silently.
Marcus

placed his hand softly on Corin’s arm.
He

knew it was a gesture of support, but all the same, Corin shook it off.
“I

need to report the corpse.” He pressed the communicator lodged in his ear.

“JaKobi. The mission is complete, but there’s a bloody mess in Sector Five.

Send a cleaning unit ASAP. I’ll wait here in case the red stuff attracts

undesirable behavior.”
Copyright E.D. Parr 2019
In

5 words, describe your writing style.
Narrative, sensory, emotive,

colorful, dynamic
In

reference to writing, are you most productive in the morning, afternoon or are

you a night owl?
This is really because of my

day job. I write at night, but I am naturally a night owl and hate getting up

in the morning.
Do

you write one story at a time or more than one? How do you balance them?
I used to write more than

one story at a time, but usually it was no more than two. I’d balance them according

to how the characters developed. Then that changed and I usually write one

story at a time, but I have a few partly written stories in folders on my

laptop waiting for me to find the time to get back to them.
What

is your least favorite part of the writing or publishing process?
It’s marketing because it’s

so time consuming and relentless with not so much result per effort expenditure.

It has to be done, but it takes away from writing time and I resent that.
Where

do you find inspiration?
Well, the oddest places and

things provide me with inspiration.
An interesting building I

pass, a road sign, the natural world, for instance, a forest.
The inspiration for my story

The Night Gardener came to me one

night. Zachary Yarrow one of the heroes, came to me in the night. There are

lots of natural noises in the night where I live. Recently something larger

than usual had been padding along the patio and wooden deck at the side. As I

listened one night, I suddenly thought, its gardening, the animal is the night

gardener, and it made me laugh. Then Zachary dropped into my mind like the hot

stuff he is and I had to write. Dane Lovell, my other hero, is the guy who’s

had some heartbreak. He’s still shaken by it, and perhaps he doesn’t need the

paranormal side of Zachary, but the tradeoff comes because Zachary is such a

happy character, and there’s no inkling of what’s really happening with him

until they fall deeply in love, and Dane asks Zachary to live with him. That’s

the catalyst for Dane to give Zachary the support he’s needed all along.
I love them both. They’re

perfect for each other. They have the kind of love we all deserve.
By the way, this is a happy

story, it can tug on the heartstrings, but there’s a HEA
Fun questions if you feel like

answering them:
If

you had to pick one song of all time that would be the theme song to your life.


Right now it would be, Loverboy by

Mattis
That will probably change.
What is your favorite quote?
“I spent all morning putting

in a comma and all afternoon taking it out.” Oscar Wilde. (This quote varies in

lots of sources but the sentiment remains the same.)
Name your guilty pleasure.
Lemon drizzle cake
Tea or coffee
Black Tea
Black or blue denim
Too hard, I have to say both
Top or bottom
Yikes, as above, both (grins)
Wish list car
Honestly, I’d just like a

brand new Jeep Wrangler. My Cherokee is way old but still a goodie.
Wish list vacation
This changes with how tired

I feel. Sometimes it’s a tropical island, sometimes touring every single castle,

old abbey, and pre-historic site in the UK.
Let’s go back to Dear Heart have you brought a teaser with you?
Yes,

here’s where Santiago and Aiden first kiss.
*****
On

the narrow sidewalk, when they’d left the bright lights of the bars behind,

Santiago took Aiden’s hand.
Excitement

rocketed through Aiden. He took a deep breath, and on a dimly lit side street,

he turned to Santiago and dragged him close. He molded the length of his body

to Santiago’s, breathing close to the gorgeous man’s lips. “Kiss me,” he

whispered.
Santiago

responded.
The

gentle merge of his lips with Aiden’s sent wonderful melting sensations through

Aiden’s body. He clung to Santiago, taking kiss after kiss, lingering in the

delectable embrace, pressing his hips to Santiago’s, breathing with the

gorgeous man, sighing at the same time, until his legs weakened with raw

desire.
Santiago

drew only a fraction away from Aiden’s mouth. “Your kiss is addictive. I don’t

want to stop. I feel your need against my body, and I want to ease it.” He held

Aiden’s face and kissed him again.
Waves

of exquisite feeling rolled through Aiden. He murmured softly, incoherent

sounds of pleasure onto Santiago’s lips each time they broke contact to

breathe. His thoughts tumbled in those seconds. The kisses were the best he’d

ever experienced. He’d never before felt the kind of sensations running through

and over him. He rested his forehead on Santiago’s.
“I’ve

never had such totally amazing

kisses. I’m floating in pleasure.”
Copyright

E.D. Parr 2019, Evernight Publishing


 
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It’s all about Lynn Burke’s words!

 

 

 

Title: In Between

Author: Lynn Burke

Genre: MMF Erotic Romance

Release Date: June 17, 2019

 

Blurb

 

After his

stepfather nearly ruins both his family name and business, Damien Fiorenza

becomes suspicious of everyone—except for his long-time partner, Ethan Lord. He

doesn’t trust people in authority, much less the woman who weasels her way into

his walled-up heart, alongside his lover of fifteen years.

Ethan

dislikes his empathic abilities, especially since they allow him to feel his

mother’s indifference toward him, her only son. Damien, however, has always

made Ethan feel needed, appreciated, and protected—but he can’t voice what

Ethan is desperate to hear. Falling for their new secretary is unexpected, but

she encourages and supports him in ways Damien won’t.

Shaylia

Bright’s father chose his secret family over her and her mother. Ever since,

she’s striven to be the best she can be, unable to stomach being second best.

Although an office romance is taboo, she can’t deny the passionate chemistry

among the three of them and finds herself drawn to both her bosses.

A dark and

deep secret from the past forces Damien to raise his defenses. Haunting

revelations tear everyone apart, dooming Shaylia to second best and Ethan to an

incomplete life. Wrought with insecurity and stubbornness, can they find the

courage to accept parts of their painful past in order to forge a path

together, toward a happily ever after?

 

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Excerpt

 

I stared up

at Ethan as he asked me if I was okay, and knowing I stood on the brink of a

cliff, the bottom far from sight, I hesitated before nodding.

His hold on

my waist tightened as he squeezed, his smile flooding my heart. He glanced over

my head—at Damien behind me—and I wondered at the silent communication between

them.

Ethan

returned his focus to me, to my mouth and released one hand on my hip to slide

up to cradle the back of my head as Damien’s hand settled where his had vacated.

“Can I kiss you?”

Damien’s

touch singed through my capris, and I swallowed a rush of saliva as my heart

pounded in my ears. “Yes.”

I wondered

at my need to hurry, to rise to my tiptoes to close the distance between us,

but couldn’t help myself. I’d missed him, his touch more than I’d thought. The

softness, the gentle caress of his lips lightened my head and nearly caved my

chest in with the depletion of anxiety.

Zero doubt

I belonged to Ethan raged through my body, heightening my already racing pulse.

I grabbed hold of his head and sank into him as he slid his tongue into my

mouth, weakening my knees.

The brush

of Damien against my back raced fire over my skin, pebbling every inch, exposed

and beneath clothing. A shift of my hips pressed my ass against his thighs, and

he groaned as his hard length rubbed against my lower back.

Forget

fire—lava rushed through my veins, and I shuddered, pulling away from Ethan’s

mouth, gasping for breath. “I-I’ve never done this before,” I somehow managed

to say before trembling took over my body.

“We’ll take

things slow,” Ethan whispered, brushing my hair back from my face.

“If that’s

what you want,” Damien added, the heat of his breath lifting the hairs on my

nape.

I bit back

a moan as he sandwiched me fully between the two men, tempting all thought to

flutter from my mind. My head tipped back onto Damien’s shoulder as I fought to

slow my pulse, to catch my breath. He leaned in and kissed Ethan right beside

my face.

Kissed

Ethan … inches from my face.

Both groaned,

and my core liquefied as I stared at their hungry mouths, tongues, and teeth,

appearing in flashes as they devoured one another, grinding against me as

though I was a conduit between their bodies.

All

strength left me, and I sagged between their hardness, my pussy pulsing, thighs

squeezing to ease the ache in my clit. I bit my lip at Ethan’s moan, his

surrender to Damien’s hold on his hair and control of the kiss.

I’d said I

hadn’t come to their condo for sex, but hell if I could think of anything else

at that moment.

 

© Lynn

Burke 2018

 

 

 

Author Bio

 

 

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.

 

 

Author Links

 

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It’s all about Allyson Young’s words.

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A Western Romance…

When Kathleen and Carter meet, it’s intrigue at first sight, and they awaken from emotional exile. A turn of events finds her spontaneously joining him on his working ranch. Despite being really hard work, she’s blissfully happy—and the fringe benefits aren’t too shabby either.

Carter can’t believe his luck. He desperately needed a housekeeper, not that he welcomed this amazing woman into his home for that reason. He can cope with her bond with her daughter, no matter how it forces him to remember his lost young son. And he can’t give her his heart, but what he can give is surely enough.

In love with this amazing man, Kate ignores that Carter withholds, believing he’ll change, and she’s willing to wait. When she inadvertently discovers he was angling for a housekeeper all along, it knocks her blinders off.

She’s done waiting. She deserves more—and so does he.

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Excerpt:

“I think I’m good. I should probably get to bed,” she said. “What time do you get up?”

“Early. And I head out straight away. You stay in bed until you’re ready to face the day. I’ll leave you my cell number, and you text me. I’ll head back.”

“I’m an early riser too.”

“Five o’clock for me tomorrow, Kathleen.”

“Oh, maybe not. I’ll text you.”

He pulled out his cell. “What’s your number?”

With the exchange complete, he lurked in the doorway. “The bathroom is across the hall. Towels in the cabinet.”

“Great, thanks. I’ve got everything I need.”

Did she? So near and yet so far, she hovered there like a wood sprite. When she stooped to slip the strap off her shoe, then the other and stepped out of the heels, he found he’d closed the gap.

“Kathleen.”

She looked up, having lost a slight difference in height, and her eyes flared green, the pupils dilating. A good night kiss, then. A peck. He reached out and with only tacit permission lowered his mouth over hers.

On a startled gasp, her lips parted, and he took advantage, yet maintained control, alert to any distress. It separated him into distinct parts that soon melded when she pressed into him, her arms wreathing around his neck.

He learned her, her taste and texture, reveling in her response, swallowing her tiny moans. When he pulled away to breathe, resting his forehead against hers, she sagged in his arms and he kept her steady.

His heart pounded in tandem with hers, and he was so hard he hurt. She shivered, and he said, “Do I need to apologize? Because it’ll be difficult.”

In a whisper, she said, “No need. I’m just sorry I’m so out of practice.”

“If you’re out of practice, I hope to kiss you when you’re at your best.”

Tipping her head back, she met his eyes before glancing away. “I don’t do this on a first date. I don’t date. Lord.”

He eased his body away from hers, regretting that he’d encroached on her personal space. She tugged him back. “But I want to. I want you. If that makes me a—”

He stopped her with a hard kiss. “Don’t. Don’t make this a bad thing.”

Her lips twitched in a tremulous smile. “I don’t want to overthink it.”

“I’ll take care of you,” he promised.

He lost his Stetson and shrugged out of his jacket, bemoaning any inability to keep a hand on her as she tugged a zipper hidden in a side seam of her dress and let it slither down the length of her body to pool at her feet.

His fingers froze on the snaps of his shirt as he took in the sight of her in scraps of pink lace and honest-to-God thigh-high stockings. With a dry mouth, he wrenched the placket apart and threw the shirt to one side, gathering her to him, nuzzling the hollow at the base of her neck and then down to the tops of her breasts.

“You’re stunning.”

She arched into him, and he fumbled with the clasp and freed those gorgeous mounds that tumbled into his waiting hands. Soft skin tipped with beaded nipples he desperately wanted to get his mouth on. And her sultry scent…

His belt buckle pressed into her belly, and he made one hand abandon its prize and yank open the offending metal, dealing with the button and zipper while he was at it. His cock breathed a sigh of relief—he swore it—as his mouth found its target.

“God, Carter.” She pushed into him, and he sucked harder, gently using his teeth against the tip.

Her hands found his hips and pushed his jeans down, dragging his boxer briefs with them. The sensation of her fingers on his ass made him groan, his pelvis thrusting, his cock against her center. At this rate, he’d disgrace himself.

When she sought him out, he turned with her, hobbled by his own jeans, the ignominy nearly making him smile as he held her against the wall. “Touch me, darlin’, and I’ll lose it all over your sweet hand.”

“Out of practice, too,” she teased, her hair awry and her mouth swollen. “I’m so ready, Carter.”

He worked his hand beneath her panties, staring into her eyes, soaking in the pleasure sparking there when he found her apex, full and wet. “You are.”

Still, he played at her entrance, then feathered over the knot above, making her rise on her toes and whimper. “Please.”

It took some awkward gymnastics to get a hand into his jeans’ pocket and lift his wallet, all while stroking her, but he managed it. Somehow got the condom out and open and smoothed on.

Pushing aside the fabric guarding her pussy, he bent his knees a fraction and set his cock at her opening. With a single thrust, he filled her, freezing in place as they both adjusted. She was wet but so fucking tight. She’d said she didn’t do this, didn’t date. Christ. How long had it been?

“You okay?” he rasped, willing her to open her eyes.

As if on cue, her lashes fluttered open, and he drowned in the depths behind them. Urgent need enticed him, and he responded, easing out and pushing back in. Heated, wet satin sucked at him as he powered toward orgasm, knowing it wouldn’t be long.

But he wasn’t getting there alone. Watching her for any signs, doing his best to ignore the pull at the base of his spine, he found her sweet spot and swiveled his hips to take her there. She responded by working herself against him, her breath increasing in shallow pants as she crested.

With a short cry, she tensed and clamped on him, shuddering, her head grinding against the wall. There was no resisting her, and he followed her over, emptying himself. He set his teeth on the top of her shoulder and muffled his groan, then kissed the spot reverently.

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About the Author:

Allyson Young aka Peri Elizabeth Scott lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada where she and her husband pretend to work well together in their seasonal business.

She has always enjoyed the written word, and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one. That was followed by a mix of spicy (Ally) and sweet (Peribeth) romances in various genres as well as a post-apocalyptic adventure without a lick of romance by Peribeth.

A bestselling Amazon author, a hybrid, and a coauthor, as of November 2018 she has published seven series and several standalones, with others in the works.

http://www.allysonyoung.com

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It’s all about Lacee Hightower’s words!

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Intrigue Me (Tangled Pleasures)

An Erotic Romance Novel by Lacee Hightower

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Release Date: June 11, 2019

Keywords: MF, BDSM, Contemporary, Romance, HEA

Warning: This title contains explicit sex scenes, BDSM, and anal sex

Blurb:

What’s a person to do when they discover everything they’ve believed is nothing but lies?

I grew up wealthy, a spoiled rich kid some would say, blessed with a natural athletic physique and erotic good looks that could get me into the panties of just about any girl I set my mind to.

I wanted … what I wanted.

And that meant one thing: the beautiful brunette from study hall—but she left me high and dry.

Today, I have a heart made of stone. I’m angry, a professed lifelong bachelor, and a sexual sadist.

My soul is a cold river.

Eight years later, she’s back in my life and holding secrets that are ruthless, unforgiveable.

I want to punish her, make her cry, watch her suffer. I want to hate her for what she’s done.

But I want my hands on her.

Mine. All mine.

I simply want … Ava Montgomery.

Excerpt:

I ached for him with such a depth that it was a visceral kind of pain. I wanted his hands on me, touching me everywhere, taking me to that place I’d fantasized about for years.

“It’s your decision, doll.”

“Are you going to tear up my butt? Leave bloody marks on my back? Ruin my nipples? Are you…” My voice faded into silence as I stared at his focused expression that was so sure, so certain, his eyes that sent shimmers down my spine, his body that made me cave with pleasure every time it came near me. Heat flowed through my veins. “Yes. God, yes. I want to know everything. I want you to…”

Before I finished the words that were caught in my throat, his lips were on mine, crushing his mouth against me with a scorching kiss that felt like he was ravenous. His hands twisted fiercely through my hair, my body arching into him as he licked into me, purging deep, kissing me for long minutes like he wanted me more than any one thing in his existence.

I wanted this so badly that it hurt.

His lips fell to the sweet spot just underneath my ear. “You wouldn’t happen to still have that blindfold by any chance?”

Another whimper rose up my throat as I collapsed into his chest, turning to soft liquid and ceding in submission.

Of course, I still had the blindfold. I’d stared at it a dozen times. Fantasized about what it would feel like being bound, in the dark, his hands on me, oblivious to his next move, and if all my daydreams were a reality … or a fool’s paradise.

“Yes,” I breathed, captivated.

“Grab it, kitten. And follow me.”

Blistering heat flooded my core as he trailed kisses across my neck.

“And, Ava,” he added in a hard tone, “before the night ends, my marks will be all over you.”

About the Author:

Lacee Hightower is an American writer and romance novelist, referring to her style as contemporary romance with a nice big pinch of kink. Living in the Dallas/Fort Worth Metroplex, she describes herself as a foodie that can’t cook, a large lover of fashion and shoes, and an enormous hopeless romantic. Since she was old enough to know what the word meant, she loved the whole concept of romance and happy endings. Even though she has always enjoyed writing, life got in the way and she never really thought of pursuing it seriously until she decided to write her first book after both her children were grown in 2017. Now with a nice glass of wine in hand, or not, she is learning to love bringing the characters in her head to life on paper for those who enjoy peeking into another world.

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It’s all about Elyzabeth VaLey’s words!

One day she’d be his.

Almost a decade ago, Marcus Grimes worked as a bodyguard to a man who didn’t deserve the woman he’d had. When she finally left, Marcus vowed to eventually find her and make her his.

The time is now.

Marcus runs into Gabi at a BDSM club, indulging in a different partner every week but never really exploring beyond the mere superficial. She doesn’t remember him, and he convinces her to give him a chance.

All she has to do is open.

After leaving an abusive relationship, Gabi moved cities and reinvented herself. Now, she’s confident and capable of playing with any Dom she sees fit without compromising herself or her emotions.

Until she meets Marcus Grimes.

There is something familiar about him, which should have stopped her, but instead spurs her on, and before she realizes it, Marcus is not only opening her body to his exploration, he’s also delving into her heart.

However, when their mutual past comes to light and everything she’s fought for during the last eight years is jeopardized, will she close herself off again or will she give love an opportunity?

Be Warned: BDSM, flogging, sex toys

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Excerpt:

Marcus sipped at his soda, wishing it were something stronger so his libido would subside. Who was he kidding? Looking at her would get him aroused regardless of the amounts of alcohol he drank.

She was perfect. Everything he’d ever fantasized about: luscious curves, ample bottom, tits which would fit his hands, and a mouth made for sucking and screaming out his name.

Gabi. Her last name was of no consequence. Neither was her first name. Years ago, he’d known her as Abby. What mattered was that when he made her his, he’d refer to her as “kitten”. He’d called her it once, by accident. The term had come naturally. Back then, she had been vulnerable, small, like an abandoned pet. Now, however, he stood in the presence of a different type of cat. She was graceful, strong, seductive.

Unfortunately, unlike cats, which tended to be more snobbish when it came to choosing an owner, Gabi played with just about everyone. She was a regular at the BDSM club where he’d found her. One night, he’d see her getting a spanking, the next, a caning, and another day, she was being whipped. There didn’t seem to be anything Gabi wouldn’t try, except sticking with the same partner. She had a different Dom every weekend, playing with them at a distance, never really giving in to the experience. He knew why, and he was determined to change it. Starting tonight.

Currently, she was tied to the Saint Andrew’s cross, and Master Eric was giving her a good flogging. The Dom played her like an instrument, knowing exactly where to hit to make her skin tingle but not bruise. Marcus scowled. When they played, he’d make sure to mark her so every time she sat down, she would remember him and how her body had yielded to her Dom’s touch.

Marcus downed the last of his drink and moved closer to the cross. It’d been close to eight years since he’d last seen her. Eight years. He sometimes thought they had been wasted years, but deep down, he knew they hadn’t. After what she’d gone through, she’d needed the time to heal and become the person she was now.

In all that time, he’d never stopped wanting her. He’d been incapable of erasing her from his mind even after he’d lost track of her whereabouts. And then, fate had thrown her in his path. He’d finally decided to join the BDSM community in the city, and he’d found her. Here of all places. In his city.

One look at her and he’d made up his mind. Gabi would be his. Permanently this time. He’d bided his time, investigating her present, trying to find out more about who she was today. Every weekend for the past month, he’d come to the club and watched her. He’d leave with a hard-on and a desperate craving to claim her.

Tonight would be different. Eric was almost done, each stroke of the flogger turning into a caress until it came to a full stop. Gabi shuddered and hung her head. Marcus stiffened. Was she okay? Eric seemed to think the same because he hurried forward and whispered in her ear. Gabi nodded. Eric chuckled. Giving her ass a light tap, he began to undo the restraints.

Marcus clenched his fists. Soon, he’d be the only one spanking Gabi’s behind. He waited patiently for them to finish. His heart hammered in his chest, and sweat gathered at his nape. He hadn’t been so on edge in years.

Finally, Gabi became free and turned around. Marcus’s breath caught. She wasn’t naked, but she didn’t need to be to get his dick hardening. He focused on her mouth. Wide with plump lips. How many times had he fantasized about having them around his dick? Fucking her mouth. Marcus swallowed a groan.

Soon.

Eric blocked his view, stepping in front of Gabi to give her a hug. She smiled politely, but there was no affection in her gaze. She was merely being civil. Marcus smirked. They wouldn’t end their sessions with a friendly pat. Finally, Eric left. Before Gabi could also leave, Marcus approached her. She saw him coming, her gaze narrowing and her lips parting into a coquettish smirk. He couldn’t wait to make it sincere.

“Gabi?”

“That’s me. What can I call you, handsome?”

“Marcus will do for now.”

She pouted, feigning disappointment.

“Shame, I thought you were a Dom.”

Marcus grinned. “I am.”

“And you don’t want me to call you Sir or Master? Do you prefer Daddy?” She ran her fingertips across his forearm making goosebumps sprout on his flesh. Marcus pulled away.

“If the men you’ve been playing with require you call them Sir after barely ten seconds of interaction, you’ve been hanging around the wrong people.”

She shrugged, her gaze dipping then just as quickly meeting his again.

“So, why are we having this conversation, Marcus?”

“I would like to play with you.”

Gabi quirked an eyebrow. “And you don’t want me to call you ‘Sir’?”

“Not yet.”

“Well, I’m done for today, so maybe next time,”

He grabbed her wrist. Her eyes blazed.

“Release me.”

“In a minute, kitten.”

“Don’t call me that. I didn’t give you the right.”

“Forgive me,” Marcus apologized. “You’re right.” He stepped into her personal space, forcing her to tilt her head to look at him even though she wasn’t much shorter. “You have to understand, Gabi, I don’t want to play with you right now. I want to get to know you a bit before I make you kneel at my feet, open up that pretty little mouth of yours and stuff it with my cock until you gag.”

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Elyzabeth M. VaLey is a writer of sizzling, sexy romance who firmly believes in happy ever after. From paranormal to contemporary, fantasy, or historical, she enjoys exploring her characters’ darker side and writing stories about tortured heroes, strong heroines, and all that comes between them and their love.

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It’s all about Raven McAllan’s words!

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The Dom who said Please

Raven McAllan

Hi and thank you for inviting me to your blog.

There’s something very satisfying about Writing Regency romance. First off for me is the research. I love it. Mind you I might start off researching carriage horses and end up reading about poaching, with several hours gone by, no words written and what I was actually looking for totally forgotten, but that’s half the fun. Except when I’ve got a deadline.

And of course there are some things we have no idea about. Some thing people think are gospel but were ‘invented’ by earlier writers. Evidently Georgette Heyer was a good example of putting things in her books which she had no idea whether were true or not. It was to see who used her books for their research instead of doing their own. Or so I’ve been told.

I do my very best to make sure everything I say is correct. Oh I might make up a village (I do make up villages) but the area I set them in is as it really is. The clothes are as were worn, the food as they ate and their names true to the era. Because for me a Regency heroine called Wendy just wouldn’t work. J M Barrie made that up for Peter Pan.

Something we’ll never really know about properly. Then my imagination has to come into play. As in what ‘would be used for wax play or spanking? How far would an unmarried virgin go? Was a vinegar-soaked sponge a good contraceptive device? Things like that.

I hope I’ve got it all correct.

Blurb…

Widow Eleanor Charter knows one thing. She does not want to marry again.

Especially not to someone forceful and dominant.

So why is Theo Moncur, the Earl of Glensmoor interested in her?

As far as she is concerned any man who considers himself dominant, whether he is or not, will play no part in her life. She will be in charge of her life.

Dominant Theo doesn’t have marriage on his mind.

Having given his mistress her congé, his growing attraction toward Eleanor makes him wonder if she would fill that place.

He sees something in her, that appeals.

The lady would be a perfect submissive—not that she agrees.

However the more he gets to know her, the more he understands she is the only lady for him.

Now all he has to do is persuade Eleanor to agree.

And a wee tease…

“For you to trust me is indeed all the thanks I need from you. To be the first one to make love to you is something I never thought possible. To be the one who shows you those joys as well as the ones of dominance and submission makes me both proud and apprehensive I will not make it as pleasurable as it should be. You know it will hurt at first?” he asked her.

“But then that pain will go and you will experience something so beautiful it will take your breath away. Our bodies will dance and mesh and become as one, until that special sensation, the climax will overtake both of us and we cry out in our completion.”

And he hoped to hell he remembered to withdraw before his seed filled her. Somehow, Theo didn’t think she’d appreciate being with child. Not yet.

The thought of Eleanor, her belly swollen with his child, sent a tingle of anticipation through him.

One day, perhaps? His mind went into overdrive as he imagined that scenario. First, though, he had to let her become comfortable with him in all ways. Their future was much too important to rush things. Slow, steady and with them both happy would be his mantra from now on.

Theo stood up with Eleanor still in his arms and swung her around in a circle. Her legs waved and she giggled. He went faster and she squawked. “Give over. You’ll make us both giddy.”

He laughed. “I am giddy. Drunk with desire. Ready willing and hopefully able to do all we want.” He strode to the bed. “Are you too sore for me to drop you on your arse? Watch you bounce on the mattress and see your tits bobble and jiggle. Then desire you watch me strip. Come on top of you. Suckle you. Worship you. Take you.” His words aroused even him. “Be together as close as any man and woman ever can be.”

She stared at him, her eyes bright, her skin flushed, and her breath coming out in tiny erotic pants.

“Hell, woman, answer me, please,” Theo said, his voice rough with desire. “Or I’ll be so swollen I won’t get my trousers off over my cock without doing myself an injury. That would benefit neither of us.”

Her eyes widened. “That would never do. Let me fall now, do the bounce and things you desire, and then you undress, as fast as you can.”

“My pleasure.” He did as she requested, and in less than one minute, dropped naked down onto the bed next to her and looked at her as he considered his options.

Eleanor returned his gaze. She bent her head and examined him with a thoroughness he admired. No coy or shyness there, thank goodness.

“Do you like what you see?”

She stared up at him. “What?”

“My body. Does it interest you? Please you? Make you want to touch?’

She blushed. “Oh, yes.”

“Then, please, my love, feel free to do what you desire.” He could wait to make her his. For a short while, anyway. Theo rolled onto his back, stroked his wet cock, and inclined his head before he put his hands behind his neck.” All ready and waiting.”

As he expected, his actions stretched his body and his staff rose out of its bed of wiry hair and swayed as if in welcome. One drop of pre-cum coated its head, another slid down its length.

Eleanor swallowed. “Oh, my.” She moved and tentatively put one finger then her hand on him.

Theo bit back the exclamation he had been going to make, tamped own on his desire to show her how to move her hand over his, and stayed as he was. His prick was primed and ready to go. He didn’t want any accidents.

“It is velvet-covered steel.” She sounded awed. “And.” One finger touched the tip where that pearled droplet quivered. “And this?”

“Is the prelude to when I spill my seed. It shows how you excite me, how I want to be inside you. How ready I am. Makes me wet for ease of entry.”

“Then maybe you best show me how it works?” Her voice quavered and strengthened. “The wetness?” She blushed and cleared her throat. “I experience something similar. It is … argh…”

Theo stroked the downy curls that hid her channel and slid one finger easily into her moist depths. She clutched his shoulder. “Th … e … o. What?”

“This is the rest of the prelude. You can still use your safe words if need be.” He added another finger. This time, she sighed and gave a soft mewl of satisfaction.

“Go, go and go, and please, I want more.” She tugged at his wrist. “I need you in me. Now,” she added forcefully. “Right now.”

He grinned. “Domming now, are you?’

“Am I?” She giggled. “If knowing I need you in me so much that my skin is on fire and I’m shaking with anticipation, then yes.”

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Love Raven

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It’s all about Katy Lilley’s words!

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Unhappy, friendless and dissatisfied with life in general, Lottie Botte isn’t afraid to let people know how she really feels.

When her husband Donald comes home and drops a bombshell, Lottie realises she is about to lose everything. Now is her chance to make some changes.

Second chances don’t come along very often, and Lottie must grab her opportunity with both hands, even if it means negotiating with the mysterious hot guy who is moving into her house…

Can Lottie become someone else – a less grotty, snotty Lottie?

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I loved writing Lottie’s story. She is such a mass of contradictions, she made me giggle. As for Gibb, and the tale of the lip plumper, you’ll have to read the book to discover what that’s all about. Sufficient to say, my editor was in tears of laughter when she read it.

 

And here is, what we say in Scotland, a wee tease

 

Lottie glanced around. No one paid the slightest interest to her. Why would they? She didn’t usually frequent this supermarket—too downmarket for her—and she was dressed as unlike her normal attire as possible. Sniggering, nudging locals had brought her to this.

And Bryony Bennett of course.

It was all that woman’s fault. Coming into the Bristows and swanning around as if she owned the place. Corrupting Dario and…

Lottie grimaced. If she was totally honest with herself, that wasn’t true. Bryony had done no more than move into a house Dario had wanted, and integrated into the village. Dario had met her and now they were a couple.

However, Lottie’s ignominious fall from grace came from that awful day when Bryony and Dario hosted a book event, and Lottie wasn’t magnanimous enough not to blame Bryony for the fact her new floaty dress (bought at great expense, much to Donald, her husband’s horror) had caught on a nail. It was Bryony’s barn after all, and she should have seen to things like that. To not have checked for sticking out nails or whatever was totally irresponsible.

It could have been a child who caught themselves on it. The fact the nail wasn’t easily found—unless you were storming out in a huff and slamming the door back on its hinges—and it was an adults only event was irrelevant. In Lottie’s mind, it was all Bryony’s fault. She had corrupted Dario, taken him away from Lottie. Lottie refused to acknowledge they weren’t that close anyway, they hadn’t been for several years. Not, if she were honest, since Dario had gone to university and Lottie was left at home with their mother. She resented that. However, that wasn’t the point. Dario wasn’t at all sympathetic, and neither was Donald. As her husband, Lottie thought Donald had failed miserably at giving her the support she needed.

The dress had ripped and to her chagrin, Lottie showed her holdy-in undies from top to toe. Everyone, but everyone, even her blooming brother, had sniggered, and for weeks if she ventured abroad, someone would shout, ‘Still holding it all in, are you?’ or some such vulgar thing.

Why on earth her brother had chosen someone like Bryony, Lottie couldn’t imagine. Mind you he had gone strange these last few years. Not the oh so conventional man she’d thought he was. He even had an earring. An earring for goodness sake. What next? Shave his head? Take up naked yoga on the village green? After all, when you considered what he wrote…

 

Katy, who writes rom-com is the softer sweeter side of Raven McAllan and is the author of both Regency and contemporary stories.

She lives in the Trossachs, in Scotland on the edge of a forest, with her long-suffering husband, who is used to rescuing the dinner from the Aga and passing her a glass of wine as she works.

Katy/Raven loves hearing from her readers and you can find her at www.ravenmcallan.com where all her social likes for Facebook and Twitter are also found.

Second Chances for Lottie Botte is the second of her Devon trilogy. The first New Beginnings for Bryony Bennett is also on Amazon.

The third story, about Maisie, will be released next spring.

 

 

It’s all about Raven McAllan’s words!

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How to persuade the lady your interest is genuine? No easy task. Has the viscount met his match, or can he win and claim a wife?

What do you do when your father has no faith in you?

Ignore him.

David, Suddards’ father assumes—wrongly—that David gambles deep and has had an affair with a married lady before she has given her husband an heir. Enraged, his father issues an ultimatum. Marry within three months or lose everything that is not entailed.

David refuses. If that’s what his father thinks of him, he can go to the devil. He will marry when he is ready and not before.

What a shock then, a year later, when the one woman he is interested in shows no interest in him!

It’s up to him to persuade her he’s the right husband for her, and when he does…sparks fly. Can these two strong-willed people ever learn how to compromise and find that in fact they are the perfect match?

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Excerpt

 

David was honest—no well-brought-up young lady appealed to him. They never had, and he was wise to every trick any encroaching mama or deb might try to pull to ensure he had to make an offer.

Until now? He quashed that thought to be re-examined later. His tastes had always run to those females who were up to snuff and needed a man to dally with and satisfy them. That usually meant bored matrons—and only those with the requisite number of children of the correct sex, whose husbands accepted dalliance would be the next step. Plus, he didn’t approach opera dancers or the demimonde, whatever the grand dames of the ton chose to think. In fact, he ruminated as he glanced at the silent woman next to him, just lately he hadn’t had time to dally with anyone. Parts of him could well have seized up through lack of lubrication.

However, he had to acknowledge her lack of interest intrigued him.

Josephine halted just outside the ballroom and the tug on his arm made David stop mid-step. He looked at her inquiringly, and she grimaced before she must have remembered herself and curtsied. A gesture that was correct to the nth degree, he could imagine how much it had cost her.

“This is far enough, thank you. I, ah, appreciate your help,” she added stiffly. “Although I could have dealt with him myself, I do thank you for your intervention.” She didn’t add, ‘unnecessary as it was,’ but David could imagine her wishing she could.

“Of course you do,” he replied genially. “Why would you not? “

She flushed and he wished he had held his tongue, if not his actions. Because with regards to his intervention, he wasn’t so sure what his intentions were. Lord Reginald had a reputation for acting first and thinking later—and not always in a good way. The problem was how to divulge the information so she understood, took action and did not ignore him—or indeed overreact.

“Is it all men or only me you have an aversion to?” he asked as she began to walk away. He pitched his voice just loud enough for her to hear. She might ignore his question but there would be no chance of her not hearing it. “For if it is me, what have I ever done to you to deserve your contempt?”

“What?” She turned and took the three steps necessary to get within arm’s reach once more. Her blue eyes sparked in a way he had never noticed before and his body responded accordingly and tightened with interest. Again, she tempted him in a manner he would not have thought possible. How he’d like to shake her out of her present mood, but not in a manner that would be at all acceptable.

Not yet, anyway.

Again a notion to contemplate. Was he really debating dallying with this woman? His head said no, the rest of his body, the opposite. Why had he never really examined her luscious curves before? They appeared perfect in every way.

“Dare you not answer me?”

She frowned as if puzzled by his remark. David repeated himself. “How have I earned your contempt?”

“Sadly, as far as I can see, from my knowledge of your sex it encompasses all men, my lord. Although, with your reputation, I would put you near the top of my list.”

Well, that told him. David bowed and with a swift look around decided, if she thought she knew him, he might as well live up to the sort of person she thought she was.

He grasped both her arms, drew her close and pressed a hard, swift kiss to her lips.

The jolt of immediate arousal was as unexpected as it was exciting.

 

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Raven is the author of both Regency and contemporary stories and also writes rom com as Katy Lilley.

She lives in the Trossachs, in Scotland on the edge of a forest, with her long suffering husband, who is used to rescuing the dinner from the Aga and passing her a glass of wine as she works.

Raven loves hearing from her readers and you can find her at www.ravenmcallan.com where all her social likes for Facebook and twitter are also found.

 

 

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