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Her Hopes and Dreams by Terri Osburn

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HER HOPES AND DREAMS
by
Terri OsburnSweet. Heartwarming.
Book 4 of the highly popular Ardent Springs series.Purchase Links:
Amazon Kindle | Amazon Print | Barnes & NobleGenre: Contemporary Romance
Publication Date: November 15, 2016
Add to GoodreadsIf she'd let him in, 
he'd be the man of her dreams.As a newly single mother, Carrie Farmer isn’t quite ready to jump back into the dating pool in Ardent Springs—especially since her last marriage was such a disaster. But if anyone could entice her to wade in a bit, it would be her hunky neighbor, Noah Winchester. He’s the perfect man: strong, protective, and smoking hot. But her eyes have deceived her before, and she’s no longer willing to hand over her heart so easily.After completing several tours in the Middle East, Noah returns to his hometown a very different man. The former soldier’s plan to rest and relax is soon waylaid by the intriguing woman next door and her heart-stealing little girl. Something—or someone—put shadows in Carrie’s lovely eyes, and he’s determined to clear them away. But when hidden demons can no longer be ignored, the couple gets a reminder from an unexpected source that love truly can conquer all. Excerpt 
Noah hadn’t been surprised that his neighbor failed to pay him another visit the night before. Her reluctance to honor his request had been obvious, though he didn’t see what the harm would be. All he wanted to do was say hi to the little bugger and possibly catch a glimpse of his old friend in the man’s daughter. The funeral had come and gone long before Noah had heard the news. Years of watching his brothers-in-arms die way too young should have hardened him to the realities of death, but they hadn’t. At least his fellow soldiers knew what they’d signed up for. No one wanted to die, but they’d willingly walked into the fray.

Poor Patch had been outnumbered and likely overserved. Maybe if Noah had been home, he’d have been there to back his friend up.

He parked his bike in the last spot next to the fence that surrounded the supply yard. If the size of the equipment was any indication, Lowry Construction didn’t lack for work or capital. Propping his helmet on a mirror, he made his way to the entrance of the long metal building.

Stepping inside, he called out a hello, getting only silence in return. Blueprints covered the table to his right. The desk close to the back wall looked to be in use, though whoever occupied it was nowhere to be seen. “Hello?” he called out again before checking the time on his cell. The text from his uncle had said to report at nine o’clock, and Noah was only five minutes early.

Assuming someone would show up soon, he slid the phone back into his pocket and perused the plans. The project appeared to be some kind of camp or dormitory, and if he was reading the lines right, most of the work would be cosmetic with a small addition on each end. Maybe Lowry wasn’t working on the scale Noah had assumed. As he shifted the papers, a woman squealed behind him. Noah spun and braced for a fight.

To his surprise, his neighbor stared back, pale and wide-eyed.

“How did you find me?” she asked.

The question seemed a little vain. Showing interest in meeting her daughter didn’t mean Noah would drive all over town looking for Carrie Farmer.

“I’m not here for you. I’m here for a job.” Sounding harsher than intended, he added, “Do you work here?”

Ignoring his question, she shuffled to the desk at the back of the space, holding her tongue until the metal piece of furniture sat between them. “I didn’t know Mike was hiring. Are you sure you’re in the right place?”

“Lowry Construction?” he said, knowing full well that’s what the sign on the building had read.

“That’s us.” Carrie hugged a delicate yellow sweater over her chest. “Like I said, I didn’t know we had a new hire. There’s coffee over on the cart. I’ll call to see where Mike is.”

“I don’t need any coffee, thanks.” Mrs. Farmer looked less than happy to see him. In fact, she looked downright agitated. “So are you the office girl?”

Jaw tight, her gloss-covered lips flattened into a thin line. “I’m the office manager of Lowry Construction. I run the schedules, track the jobs, and handle finances, including payroll. I also do human resources, which is why I’m surprised you’re here. Are you sure this isn’t just an interview?”

Unfazed by her tone, Noah smiled. “I’m sure.”

“Right.” Remaining on her feet, the glorified secretary appeared reluctant to take her eyes off of him. As if he might snap at any second and ransack the place. “Have a seat and I’ll call Mike.” BUY NOW!Get your copy of Her Hopes and Dreams today.
Available at:Amazon Kindle | Amazon Print | Barnes & NobleOther Books in the Ardent Springs SeriesCheck out other highly recommended titles by Terri Osburn.
Here are her first 3 books in the Ardent Springs series.His First and Last
Ardent Springs, Book 1Sparks fly when high school sweethearts reunite in this first book in Terri Osburn’s Ardent Springs Series. Lorelei and Spencer thought they’d moved on, but find old flames never really die. But can they let the past go to find their happily ever after?Purchase Links: Amazon Kindle | Amazon Print | Barnes & NobleOur Now and Forever
Ardent Springs, Book 2A whirlwind romance landed Caleb and Snow in a Vegas wedding chapel making the biggest commitment of their young lives, but married life isn’t quite what Snow expected. Caleb has spent eighteen months looking for his runaway bride, and now that he’s found her in Ardent Springs, he isn’t about to let her out of his arms again.Purchase Links: Amazon Kindle | Amazon Print | Barnes & NobleMy One and Only
Ardent Springs, Book 3A desperate teenage mother becomes a common cause for Cooper and Haleigh, who have been friends forever and nothing more. Seeing this as his chance with the girl he’s always loved, Cooper turns on the charm, but Haleigh’s history, as well as her daunting mother, could be too much for even love to overcome.Purchase Links: Amazon Kindle | Amazon Print | Barnes & NobleGiveawayEveryone is invited to join the giveaway contest
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Although born in the Ohio Valley, Terri Osburn found her true home between the covers of her favorite books. Classics like The Wizard of Oz and Little Women filled her childhood landscapes, and the romance genre beckoned during her teen years. In 2007, she put pen to paper to write her own. Just five years later, she became a 2012 finalist for the Romance Writers of America Golden Heart Award, and her debut novel was released a year later. To date, she has released eight novels, two novellas, and one short story. You can learn more about this award winning author by visiting her website at www.terriosburn.com.Visit the official website of Terri Osburn
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Print Book Winners

The contest has been over for a while but I've only heard from a couple of winners. The winners are: Sonya, BN100, Tracee, Trix and Elizabeth H. The rafflecopter is still up on the Extras tab. Congratulations everyone! These are the last of my print books. Email me at toryrichards60@gmail.com to claim your autographed books.

The Cowboy Way
All the Right Moves - 2
It's All in the Jeans - claimed
Wicked Desire - claimed

2017 Sneak Peak

Into what's coming up so far for next year.

Dark Souls MC - full length biker romance
Wild Surrender - interracial erotic short story
One Night Only - erotic short story

The book covers for Wild Surrender and One Night Only are already up on the Book Page. Dark Souls MC cover coming soon!

A Little Humor

Happy Thanksgiving!

Sausage Dressing

 No wise cracks! I know it doesn't look edible but it is so yummy! I inherited this recipe about forty years ago from my mother-in-law, who with ten kids, did everything from scratch. Now it's a family favorite and a yearly request at my daughter's place of employment when they have their holiday party. I share this recipe every year. It's easy to make, too. Enough to stuff a 13 pound turkey 2 long loaves of cheap white bread - cut up1 pkg. Jimmy Dean sage sausage - cooked and drained1 onion - chopped up3 stalks of celery and the leaves - chopped up2 cups turkey stock (from scratch), or you can use chicken2 tablespoons poultry seasoning Add everything together but the stockAdd stock gradually and mix well. You might not use it all. Dressing shouldn't be too wet or too dry.Stuff the turkey. Put some on the drum sticks too, it will crisp up and believe me I have family members who fight over that. Personally I like the dressing in the turkey better. Cook the extra in a pan for about 1 hour uncovered.

First Chapter of Bishop's Angel

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Chapter 1

Angel was sleeping deeply when a sound penetrated the most delicious of dreams. Brushing it off as Barnie getting into something he shouldn’t be, she rolled over, punched her pillow, and willed herself back to sleep. She was halfway there when another noise snagged her attention again, too loud and distinctive to be the troublesome cat. She yanked back the covers and sat up. What was that?

“Darn it!” she swore under her breath. She focused her gaze on the alarm clock on the nightstand. Two o’clock! She’d stayed up late watching Syfy and had only crawled into bed an hour ago. Barnie appeared at the foot of the bed and began to rub the side of his face against her big toe. At the same time she heard another noise from downstairs, and with growing fear Angel realized that someone else was in the house with her.

She was supposed to be alone!

 Alex and Diana were on a two-week-long cruise in Europe, and she was watching the house and cat-sitting for them. She swung about and put her feet on the floor. The action caused Barnie to jump off the bed.

Meow!

He began weaving in and around her bare legs, arching his back for attention, totally oblivious to her sudden concerns. Angel rose to her feet, wondering what she should do. She remembered reading an article once, that had recommended sleeping with your car keys close by so that if someone broke into your house you could set your car alarm off, and possibly scare the intruders away. Now she wished she had taken the advice more seriously.

Her next thought was that her cell was in her purse, downstairs. Lord, how could she have been so careless? Knowing there was no land-line, she would have to make her way down there and get her cell if she wanted to phone the police. Another, louder sound coming from the direction of the kitchen decided it for her. She had to try.

Meow!

“Not now, Barnie!” she whispered sharply, gently shooing the twenty-pound feline away with her foot. Angel slowly made her way to the bedroom door, and listened at the threshold. Whoever was downstairs must have thought they were alone, they weren’t even trying to be quiet. That was good, because as long as they made noise she would know where they were as she made her way to her purse.
She closed the door, shutting Barnie inside her bedroom, and walked to the top of the stairs. All the lights were off, but the outside security lights were on and shining through the sheer curtains on the windows, giving off just enough light so that she could see the layout of the room below and that no one was there.

The noise the intruder was making was definitely coming from the area of the kitchen. Angel was almost certain she heard the slam of the fridge door, and then the distinctive sound of someone opening a can. Are they actually helping themselves to a beer? She’d brought a six-pack with her, along with a few other staples to get her through the week. Diana and Alex had left her food, but there were some things she couldn’t live without.

Taking a breath for courage, Angel rushed down the carpeted steps in her bare feet. She stopped at the bottom and listened before turning the corner. Her jaw dropped in surprise when she noticed the kitchen light had been turned on. Talk about a brazen burglar! She glanced toward the living room, remembering that her purse was on the floor at the far end of the sofa. In order to get to it she would have to pass the kitchen doorway.

Crap! She darted as close to the doorway as she could, and then dropped down to her haunches. The unique sound of the toaster popping up made her gasp. She quickly covered her mouth, and held her breath. The smell of toast reached her nostrils. I can’t believe they’ve actually made something to eat! Who did that when they broke into a house? As they moved around the kitchen she made her way to the edge of the doorjamb.

Curiosity caused her to try and peek around the edge of the doorjamb and into the kitchen but she lost her nerve at the last second, jerking back out of sight. She could hear them moving around, opening cupboards, and the fridge again. They even turned on the faucet in the sink once. While she heard the water running, Angel decided it was time to make her move. She took a breath and scooted as fast as she could past the doorway. Once she reached the other side she stopped to exhale, not surprised to find her heart beating rapidly.

A couple seconds later she reached her pursue. She quickly dug around blindly inside, finding her cell at the bottom. Thank God it lit up when she dialed. Another moment later the 911 operator answered the phone.

“My name is Angel Smyth. Please send someone,” Angel said in a rushed tone. “Someone has broken into the house, and I’m all alone.” She was trying to listen to both the operator and what was going on in the kitchen at the same time.

“You’re calling from 1299 Briar Patch Way?”

“Yes!”

“Where are you in the house, ma’am?” Her tone was calm and almost robotic.

“I’m downstairs in the living room.” Angel was growing impatient with the dispatcher’s lack of urgency. “Are you sending someone?”

“The police are on the way, ma’am. Where is the intruder now?” the operator asked.

Angel listened for a moment. “He’s still in the kitchen.”

“Is the intruder male?”

“No, no!” Angel said, and then quickly lowered her voice when she realized she’d spoken too loud. “I don’t know if it’s a woman or a man.” She’d been too afraid to look when she had the chance. Movement coming from the kitchen told her the intruder was still there, but for how long? She was crouched at the end of the couch, too afraid to turn around, frightened that at any moment she would be discovered. “Please hurry!”

“They’re on their way. Stay calm and—”

 “I think he’s in the room with me!” Angel’s eyes rounded with fear when she sensed someone moving up behind her.

“Ma’am stay on—”

Angel knew the intruder was behind her now. She stood up, whipped around and slammed her phone into the side of his head with a piercing scream. All she could make out was a tall, dark outline.

“What the fuck—” a male voice boomed.

Angel let out another scream and slammed her hands against a massive chest, shoving him away from her as hard as she could. Her only thought was making it back upstairs to the safety of her room until the police arrived, but the second her palms landed on the man’s rock-hard chest she knew she was in trouble. He stumbled back but she had a feeling it was due more to her catching him by surprise than the force of her push.

She scooted around him but suddenly his hands were on her, and for a moment they struggled against each other. Angel was hyped up on adrenaline and a strong sense of survival, and she used her nails and teeth on the naked arms and powerful hands trying to subdue her. It gained her enough freedom to make it to the stairs but halfway up she found her ankle being grabbed, she fell, and then she was pinned beneath a heavy weight.

“No!” she cried out, struggling wildly against him. But she was no match for his superior strength and the honed muscles she felt beneath her hands. In no time his hands had wrapped around her wrists, and she was pinned against the stairs.

“Who the hell are you?” he demanded, his face too close to hers.

“Who the hell are you?” Angel demanded right back, twisting beneath him. It was then she felt cool air in places that she shouldn’t, reminding her that all she had on was a thin night-shirt and a pair of bikini panties. Judging by the super hard pecks she felt pressed against her breasts, her shirt had come undone, too. An insane thought crossed her mind, why wasn’t he wearing a shirt? She wiggled wildly, unintentionally scraping her nipples across his flesh.

“Stop before you get hurt!” he warned. In an effort to subdue her he pressed his body against hers.

“Then get off me!” Angel hissed, arching her body in an effort to dislodge him. His muscled thighs and powerful legs flexed against hers, easily holding hers still.

“Not until you tell me who you are,” he grated in a rough voice.

His warm breath slapped her in the face. “I live here,” Angel said without hesitation, glaring up into his shadowed face. She was aware there was no way he could see her because it was too dark.

“The hell you do.”

How did he know that? “The police are on their way so I suggest you let me up and get out of here.” Her energy was beginning to wane. He was too strong and big, and the longer they remained like that, the more she began to feel uncomfortable with their intimate proximity.

“Good. Then we can get to the bottom of this.”

That wasn’t the kind of response an intruder would make if he were caught in someone else’s house. Maybe he was delusional or something. Angel decided to switch tactics. “These stairs are hurting me,” she said weakly.

Things grew still between them and she sensed his silent contemplation, as if he were wondering if he should believe her. She whimpered a little for good measure.

“Okay, I’m going to let you up, but don’t try anything stupid,” he warned.

The second he released her and lifted off her body, Angel got to her feet and dashed the rest of the way up the stairs.

“Son of a bitch!” he cursed behind her.

Angel slammed and locked her bedroom door in his face. She didn’t know what she hoped to accomplish, except to get away from him until the police arrived. What was taking them so long? She ran to one of the windows and opened it. Maybe she could push out a screen and—

Without warning her bedroom door was kicked in. She screamed and made a beeline for her connecting bathroom.

“Oh, no, you don’t.”

A muscular arm wrapped around Angel’s waist and she was lifted off her feet. “Let me go!” She wiggled and kicked, very much aware that her butt was against a very intimate part of his body. Burning heat replaced the fear flowing through her blood because his cock wasn’t as flaccid as it should have been.

“Look,” he slammed her down onto the bed and for the second time she found herself pinned beneath his superior strength. “Before this goes any further I think we need to talk.”

“You can talk to the police,” she panted, twisting beneath him.

“I intend to,” he said without hesitation. There was a confidence in his tone that surprised her.

Without warning he reached up and turned on the reading light at the head of the bed. How did he know that was there? Meeting eyes the color of blue topaz, everything in Angel froze, including her breath. Oh God, I know those eyes! She didn’t know the man personally, but she knew of him from the pictures on the fireplace mantle downstairs. He was Diana’s older brother, and Navy SEAL Bishop Strong. Suddenly everything made perfect sense.

After six years, he’d finally come home!

Steamy Teaser for No Mercy

I couldn’t hold out. She was so tight around my dick, squeezing and milking the cum from my balls. Her nails were leaving trails of stinging fire along the length of my back. Pain turning to pleasure that urged me toward orgasm. I reached between our bodies and found her clit. She caught her breath, bowed into my caress, and then bit down on my chin. I fucking loved the twinge of pain. With a grunt, I locked my mouth down on hers and then we were twisting, bumping, and gyrating our way to a gripping climax.       December release!pre-order available here! 

The Billionaire and the Wild Man

Out Now! The Billionaire and the Wild Man by Lucy Felthouse and Victoria Blisse (@cw1985 @victoriablisse) #romance #erotica
Blurb:
Flynn Gifford is enjoying a simple existence in a rural Derbyshire village when Caroline Rogers crashes into his life, barefoot and panicked.
Their lives could hardly be more different—she owns a successful luxury hotel chain, and he’s a penniless nomad who’s off the grid—yet neither can deny the attraction that burns between them. As Caroline reluctantly starts to open up to him, Flynn finds himself divulging some secrets of his own, secrets he thought he’d take to his grave.
But can a billionaire and a wild man ever make a relationship work, or will their secrets keep them apart?
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Excerpt:
I’m busy minding my own business, clearing up litter in a field on the outskirts of Hartington when what can only be described as a crazy woman appears, seemingly from nowhere. She’s all wild-eyed, and her blonde hair looks damp. Her outfit is unremarkable, except for the fact she’s got nothing on her feet. Bright red toenails seem massively out of place in this rural village. She seems out of place. I’m not sure why I think this, but somehow, she just doesn’t appear to belong. So what the hell is she doing here?
Normally, I steer clear of other folk unless it’s absolutely necessary, but this woman looks like she needs help. Serious help. If she’s crossed the road with her feet like that, then they’re going to be scratched to buggery, maybe even cut. Taking a deep breath, I chuck the empty crisp packet I’ve been holding into my rubbish bag. Then I place it next to the tree I’m standing beside and step out into the woman’s path. I’m used to people not seeing me—or behaving like they haven’t seen me, anyway—so I’m not surprised when she lets out a shriek that could wake the dead and freezes in front of me.

“Hey, hey,” I say gently, holding my hands up placatingly. “It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. I just wanted to come and see if you were all right. I can’t help but notice you’re not wearing any shoes. You’re not hurt, are you?” The concern in my voice confuses me, but then my brain catches up. If this chick is so desperate to get away that she’s gone without shoes, then something’s wrong. Seriously wrong.
I look around, half-expecting to see an angry husband chasing after her, or maybe even a shopkeeper. She could be a thief. Glancing at her again, I realize that can’t possibly be the case, unless she’s stolen something invisible. All she has are the clothes on her back.
She still hasn’t spoken, so I try again, attempting to make myself appear friendly, welcoming. Not an easy thing when you’re over six feet tall and pretty wide, too. Also, the fact I haven’t had a change of clothes, shave, or a haircut for a while won’t help. I wouldn’t blame her if she ran away, to be honest. I must look a fright, but I haven’t peered into a mirror—or even a window—for a good few days, so I can’t be sure.
“Sweetheart, please answer me. Are you hurt? Is there someone after you?”
She looks around, then back at me. Shakes her head. I’m confused—if there’s no one after her, why did she look behind her?
I crouch down. “Are your feet okay? Cut?”
Finally, I get a verbal reply. “N-no. I mean, yes. They’re okay. Not cut. At least … I don’t think so.”
She lifts each foot in turn, checking the soles. They’re fine. Now she’s answered another of my questions, too. Her accent doesn’t sound local. More like southern England. London, perhaps.
I suppress an involuntary shudder. The thought of London, the big, dirty, smoky city, does not impress me. Horrible bloody place. But at least it explains why the blonde doesn’t appear to fit in. She’s not from around here.
*****
Author Bios:
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller) and The Persecution of the Wolves. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 150 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
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Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Author and all round Cheeky Wench. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco, Smut by the Sea (Vol.1), Smut by the Sea (Vol.2), Smut by the Sea (Vol.3), and Smut in the City Anthologies.
She is the mistress of Smut UK putting on Smut Events, Days & Evenings dedicated to erotica, socializing, fun and prizes. Check out Smut Nights, Smut by the Sea: Scarborough, and Smut Manchester for more info.
Born near Manchester, England, her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories along with her own particular brand of humour and romance that bring laughs and warm fuzzies in equal measure.
Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.
You can often find Victoria procrastinating on Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest.
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Worth the Risk by C.J. Lynne

NEW RELEASE
WORTH THE RISK
by
C.J. LynneTwo men, a chance meeting, an unexpected fight for love...Some risks are scarier than others
because they’re the most important ones we’ll ever undertake…Purchase Link: Amazon.comSeries: Infinity Series, Book One
Genre: Gay/Lesbian, M/M Erotic Romance
Publication Date: November 7, 2016
Add to GoodreadsLove doesn’t exist…Or so Tyler Johnson thinks. He’s never had much, if any, of it thrown his way. A chance meeting with the enigmatic Jaxon Markham causes Ty to—if still not believe in love—at least know without a doubt that lust is alive and well. Ty’s not looking for forever, but what’s the harm in spending a few days—and scorching nights—with Jax; as long as Jax plays by his rules and keeps things casual and uncomplicated?Jax knows his luck has finally changed for the better when he lays eyes on Tyler. The man is gorgeous, and stirs feelings in Jax he’d thought he’d never experience. The more time Jax spends with Ty, the more certain he is that Ty’s his soulmate. Now all that remains is convincing the stubborn Tyler of that fact, but Jax is more than up for the task, because he’s nothing if not persistent—a fact the elusive Tyler will soon find out.Jax quickly, and much too easily, demolishes all of Ty’s protective walls and Ty reluctantly begins to think that maybe that intangible emotion called love is alive and well after all, and perhaps finally within his grasp. However, when his ugly past returns to haunt him, making him doubt all the good he’s experienced with and because of Jax, Ty’s positive outlook crumbles, giving way to doubt and despair.Can he be the man Jax needs and deserves? Or will past and present demons destroy Ty’s one chance at true happiness?
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Worth the Risk by C.J. Lynne Autographed CopyClick here to enter the Giveaway contestAbout C.J. LynneC. J. is first and foremost an avid reader of romance.  Nothing is better than watching two strong-willed people meet, connect and work through personal challenges and fight to overcome internal and outside obstacles to be together.C. J. is a southerner who believes that love is love, and if you’re ever lucky to find it, you should hold onto it with both hands and feet.  C.J. writes love stories filled with emotion and hopes you—the reader—will enjoy them as much as C.J. enjoys creating them.Visit the official C.J. Lynne website:
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