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Someone to Love Me - Chapter 1

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A high-pitched scream cut through the silence surrounding Luke Remington. He halted and brought his binoculars up, even while knowing the sound was a bird of prey. Nothing looked out of place against the frozen backdrop of snow and ice and the towering pines that dotted the Alaskan mountainside. No movement to indicate life, the human kind anyway.
He dismissed the beauty of the majestic eagle soaring overhead and sucked in air cold enough to burn his lungs. His gut, and the fresh shoe prints in the snow, told him he was getting close to the survivor of the plane crash. He knew the direction the pilot had taken would lead straight to a river.
And a dead end.
He hoped the pilot wasn’t stupid enough to try and cross the river to the other side. It would be suicide. Even if some of the water was frozen, the ice would never hold up beneath the weight of a person, even a small one. A sense of urgency came over him. If the person was foolish enough to leave the crash site, then they just might be crazy enough to try and cross over a frozen river.
The darkening sky revealed the signs of an approaching snowstorm. That was nothing new for this time of year. Lately it snowed every day, sometimes twenty-four hours a day for days on end. There were days when he couldn’t leave his cabin. Those were the only occasions he regretted the isolation of his mountain home. When he couldn’t come and go as he pleased. So why was he going out of his way to rescue someone who was probably going to end up invading his privacy for the next couple of months?
Luke knew the answer to that because it was the right thing to do. He might be a loner, but he was still human. He’d seen the small Cessna go down, and couldn’t ignore the fact that there might be survivors. Only he hadn’t counted on that person being stupid enough to leave the crash site.
He took a deep breath, exhaling a cloud of white air. It was a good thing he’d thought to bring his backpack with him because he knew the extra warm clothes would most likely come in handy. He began to follow the small footprints left behind in the snow, again.
His instinct told him the pilot was a woman.
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Charlie Wayne came to an abrupt halt and stared in disbelief at the raging river in front of her. Of all the rotten luck! She glanced both ways. A sick feeling settled in her empty stomach. She couldn’t see any way around it. At least nothing that didn’t involve getting wet.
Why isn’t the blasted thing frozen over like everything else in this godforsaken wilderness? She glanced down at her feet and frowned at the inadequate sneakers that were fast becoming caked in ice. She could barely feel her toes. Shivering violently, she strained to see to the bottom of the dark, churning water in an effort to determine if it was shallow enough to cross. One thing was certain, it was far too wide for her to try and jump over. Even with a running start.
The thought of getting wet appealed to her about as much as returning to the wreckage of her plane. Which Charlie knew she should never have left. She knew what the rules of survival were. And she had broken the most important one. Only staying could have meant her death, too. She’d been way off course. She hadn’t had time to radio in a mayday call with her location. And the thought that no one knew where to begin looking for her had convinced her to leave the wreckage and take her chances.
The sky was turning a dismal gray. She knew from years of living in the north that it was going to snow and the temperatures were going to drop. The last thing she wanted was to become a frozen Popsicle for some carnivore to munch on when spring arrived. It was bad enough that disappearing would probably give her agent a heart attack. Charlie couldn’t help wondering if she was going to make her next singing engagement. Now that her comeback tour was well under way, Charlene Benton was becoming a household name again.
Charlie pulled herself back to her immediate problem. It was already late afternoon and she’d have to find some kind of shelter before dark. The thought crossed her mind that if she turned around and headed back to the plane she’d be safe for another night. And in the morning she could try a different direction.
She searched the sky again for any signs of smoke that would reveal the possibility of a cabin nearby. She knew she was in a remote area, which the empty skyline emphasized with stark clarity. With a heavy sigh she turned to start walking again, and came face to face with a large, white dog.
Correction, wolf!
Her heart fell as fast as the blood freezing in her veins. She halted so swiftly that she lost her balance. One foot slipped down the muddy embankment into the icy water, but Charlie hardly acknowledged the freezing temperature. For a timeless moment she and the wolf squared off like two adversaries sizing each other up before a fight.
A feeling of doom settled in the pit of her stomach when she realized that if the wolf charged she’d have no alternative but to jump into the icy river, facing one death to escape another. Freezing or drowning would be a welcome alternative to being torn apart and eaten by a wolf. A chill ran down the length of her spine that had nothing to do with the frigid weather, as their gazes remained locked.
What is it waiting for?
As if reading her mind, the large beast crooked its head to look at something in the opposite direction. Was there a pack lurking somewhere beyond the trees? Fear galvanized Charlie into action. She turned to run, knowing that if the wolf decided to come after her it would be over in a matter of seconds. There was no way, as numb with cold and as exhausted as she was that she could outrun a predator.
Especially a hungry one.
In her haste to get away she fell several times. She cursed with frustration. The snow, knee deep in places, slowed her down. But Charlie was determined not to let it keep her from putting as much distance between her and the wolf as fast as possible as her survival instincts kicked in. She could hear movement behind her but wasn’t certain if it was the animal or the blood pounding in her ears.
“Wait!”
Charlie heard the command but didn’t believe it. It had to be the wind playing tricks on her. She pushed herself harder, but all at once the wolf was upon her. A heavy force hit the back of her body with a strength that knocked her to the ground. She screamed, expecting to feel her flesh savaged by canine teeth at any second.
Something snagged the hood to her parka pulling it away from her head. Charlie was sure the animal was going for her jugular. She screamed again, not realizing her face was in the snow until it rapidly filled her open mouth. She turned her head, and cried out desperately. “No!”  Maybe the sound of her voice would frighten the animal away. “Get away from me!” she screamed, hearing the sound echo throughout the surrounding mountains.
The sheer weight and size of the animal was crushing, holding Charlie nearly immovable. She was helpless against its strength. Suddenly and without warning she was flipped onto her back. Her hands were pinned to the cold ground above her head. And she realized it was a man and not the wolf pinning her down. For a moment she could only lie there in stunned silence and gasp for air.
Charlie relaxed beneath him when she realized he wasn’t a threat to her. Where had he come from, and where was the wolf? She tried to move her head to see, but the hair he’d released when snagging her hood was wrapped around his gloved fingers preventing her from moving. He was slightly winded, looking her over with mild interest as he held her against the frozen ground.
“Why didn’t you stop when I called out?” he said above her, his voice laced with more annoyance than concern. His hands shifted slightly, allowing her to move her head.
“The wolf,” she whispered. She held herself stiffly beneath him. Her gaze darted everywhere around them. The wolf, where had it gone?
“The wolf,” he said and Charlie’s gaze was drawn back to the man. He was looking down at her, not an inkling of concern in his tone. “Won’t hurt you.”  He got to his feet, bringing her with him.
“Who are you?” Charlie brushed at the loose snow covering her clothes. Then pulled the hood up and tucked in her hair. She watched his gaze fall to the socks covering her hands. The faintest hint of a grin spread across his chiseled mouth but disappeared in the time it took to blink.
“Luke.” His tone was flat.
Movement out of the corner of her eye caused Charlie to look at the wolf again.
“Lady won’t hurt you,” he repeated, obviously noticing her unease. “Look, we’re losing valuable daylight. We need to go.”
The impatience and hardness of his clipped words caused Charlie’s head to whip back in his direction. Go? Just like that he expected her to go with him? Okay, she really had no choice, but he could at least be sensitive to her situation.
As their gazes locked it was unclear what was going on behind those watchful eyes of his. They narrowed on her slightly. She began to wonder about him, wondered if he was dangerous. Her gaze ran over his tall form, made massive by the heavy insulated snow jacket he was wearing. She couldn’t tell what color his hair was because all that was visible was his rugged face. Most of that was covered with a neatly trimmed black beard. Eyes the color of dark chocolate stared at her set in a face that could be handsome if he softened it with a smile.
“I won’t hurt you, either.”
Did she look worried? Charlie forced a smile, when what she really wanted to do was spin around and run the other way. She was completely alone with him and at his mercy, lost somewhere in the wilds of Alaska. She had no choice but to trust him, or die.
“I’m sorry if I gave you the impression you frighten me. I’m very thankful that you came along. I didn’t know what I was going to do come nightfall. How did you find me?”
“I saw your plane go down. When I came across the crash site I realized someone had survived. Your tracks were easy to follow in the snow.” His gaze raked over her with amazement. “I’m surprised you survived without so much as a scratch.”
“I was lucky,” Charlie admitted. She shuddered a little as she recalled her frightened, helpless feeling when the plane’s engines had stalled, forcing her to crash. Practices during flight school hadn’t compared to the real thing.
“Very lucky,” he agreed. “Why didn’t you remain at the crash site? Search and rescue would have eventually found you.”
“I know that’s what you’re supposed to do, but I couldn’t count on anyone finding me.” Charlie brushed a loose strand of hair out of her eyes. “I was way off course.” She’d flown back and forth to Skagway enough over the years to know that. “None of my gauges were reading correctly, and before I was able to get off a distress signal they went completely dead.”
He acknowledged that he was listening to her with a brief nod of his head. Then cast another brief glance at the sky. “We need to get going.” He turned and began walking.
“Going where?” Charlie had to practically run to keep up with his long, brisk strides. “Is there a ranger’s station close by?”
“I’m not a ranger.” He continued to walk without sparing her a glance.
Charlie didn’t know if she liked the sound of that or not. She struggled to keep up.  “Are you taking me to a ranger’s station, then?”
“No.”
It was clear he didn’t want to talk but Charlie didn’t let his sharp, one-word answers discourage her. “Do you have some kind of transportation near here?” Her tone was hopeful.
“No.”
She clenched her teeth. He certainly wasn’t very informative. She was beginning to get annoyed. She fell to her knees and quickly got up again when he didn’t even notice. She was panting by the time she caught up to him again and more than a little frustrated. In spite of the fact he’d come looking for her, she got the impression he’d leave her if she didn’t keep up.
“Look, can you please slow down? I can’t keep up.” She wasn’t going to whine, but they’d been walking for hours already. “Where are we going?” In her opinion, nowhere fast. When he didn’t say a word she grabbed him by the arm to get his attention. “Luke…”
He swung around and glared down at her.
She caught her breath.
“I’d forgotten how talkative and troublesome females were.”
His expression said he wasn’t joking. Charlie’s mouth dropped, she couldn’t believe what she’d just heard. “Excuse me?”
“Look, I’ve been living alone in these mountains for three years and have gotten used to not talking to anyone. To not being touched.” His glance took in her sock-covered hand on his arm, before traveling back to her eyes. “Now I’m going to be punished for being nosey, and checking out a damn plane crash.”
Charlie could only stare at him in stunned silence. She didn’t know what to say. If he feels that way why did he even bother?
“Look, lady—”
“My name is Charlie.” She stood her ground in spite of his firm tone. And she would not cry.
Luke released a heavy sigh. “I’m not interested in knowing your name or anything else about you. I’m taking you to my cabin, which happens to be about two miles in that direction.” He indicated the direction with a careless sweep of his arm.
Charlie’s gaze followed the same route. She frowned. “All I see is snow and snow-covered trees. No roads of any kind, no paths, nothing to indicate we’re heading anywhere near civilization, much less a cabin. Where is this cabin, in a cave?”
The next thing she knew he was glaring down at her. His mouth thinned. “What?”
“Are you going to chatter all the way? Because I’m warning you right now, if you sap your strength I’m not carrying you. And before you ask, I don’t have a phone.”
How did he know she was about to ask him that? Charlie gave him a scowl. “Now why doesn’t that surprise me?” She did her best to keep her tone light, feigning a smile. “What about a pigeon?”
“Look, we can talk later.” He sounded aggravated, his tone sharper than the cutting edge of a hunting knife.
“Fine,” Charlie snapped, tight-lipped.
He pulled his arm away and bent to a backpack he’d obviously dropped in his pursuit of her. She hadn’t noticed it until now. She wondered what they were going to do after it got dark if they didn’t reach his home. The backpack was the size of a small car but she doubted it contained a blow up house with a fireplace in it.
She was frozen to the bone. Thinking about a roaring fire and a cup of hot cocoa wasn’t helping. On top of that, snow had gotten down her back when her hood had been pulled off during their struggle. Her goose bumps had goose bumps. She ripped off the frozen socks on her hands, and pulled the sleeves of her parka down over them. She watched in curious silence as Luke pulled out a stack of clothes and something that resembled a rain poncho in an ugly shade of green. It reminded her of something she’d seen her brother wearing once in a picture of him taken when he was in boot camp.
“Two miles can seem like ten in these mountains. It’s going to start snowing harder and the clothes you have on aren’t adequate. In these frigid temperatures it won’t take long for frostbite and hypothermia to set in.”
Charlie’s eyebrows arched high with astonishment. Her mouth fell open when it dawned on her what he was getting at. “Surely you don’t expect me to change my clothes out here, like this!” Her arm made a sweep of the openness of the surrounding area. “Two miles or ten miles doesn’t make any difference to me. I’m in good shape,” she insisted, which had absolutely nothing to do with the fact he wanted her to change clothes.
His eyes narrowed, his gaze ran over the length of her almost as if he was trying to see through her clothes. “Are you cold now?”
Charlie nodded reluctantly, but only because she had a feeling he already knew the answer.
“How cold?” he asked.
She was numb she was so cold. “A little,” she lied, unable to meet his eyes. He didn’t know her. Maybe he wouldn’t recognize the signs that gave her away.
“You’re lying,” he said without a second thought, dashing her hopes. “We don’t have time to argue over this. Put these clothes on and the rain poncho, which will keep you from getting damp again as the snow continues to fall.”
Her eyes clung to his stony gaze. She was looking for understanding, but only found steadfast determination. She knew it wouldn’t be to her advantage to fight him on this. He looked about as solid as one of the pines towering over them and just as unbending.
“What about you?” She was hedging and they both knew it.
“My jacket repels water and I’m used to these temperatures.”
Charlie realized he wasn’t going to give an inch. She reached up and unzipped her lightweight parka and slipped it off before shaking her hair around her for the little bit of warmth it would offer. Luke just watched until he finally noticed her fingers were so numb she couldn’t undo the buttons to the flannel shirt she was wearing. He pulled his gloves off with his teeth, shoved them in a pocket then brushed her hands aside with an impatient growl.
Charlie caught her breath and accepted his help with reluctance. Her eyes looked everywhere but at him. She welcomed the rush of heat filling her frozen cheeks. His warm fingers worked deftly at the buttons, and when he was done he pulled her shirt open. She thought his hard mouth curved into a slight grin, but it was so fleeting she must have imagined it. She had a second flannel shirt on just like the first. Luke quickly got rid of that one, too. He stepped back when he came to the sweatsuit. Was he wondering if he’d reached the last layer? Wordlessly, Charlie reached for the hem, and pulled the top over her head. Then, just as quickly kicked off her sneakers and wiggled out of the bottoms. His brows shot up, but he remained silent.
“This is the last layer,” she said, making no effort to remove her cashmere sweater and ski pants. She shrank back with a cry when he reached forward to touch her. However, all he did was test the dampness of her clothes.
“You can leave these on. Just slip the clothes I brought over them. But take off those socks and replace them with these.” As he spoke he rummaged through his bag until he found what he was looking for, a pair of thick, wool socks.
Charlie did as she was told. She sighed with gratitude from the warmth that came with putting on new layers of warm, dry clothes, even if they were miles too big on her. Luke helped her with her socks and sneakers.
He glanced up at her from his position at her feet. “How does that feel?”
“Wonderful.”
Before straightening he stuffed the clothes she’d removed into his bag. “Good, let’s get going.” He slipped the rain poncho over her shoulders.
The sky darkened at an alarming rate. The snow began to fall harder. For a moment Charlie watched powdery flakes land upon Luke’s beard, before carefully tucking her hair beneath the hood of the poncho.
His eyes met hers briefly as his fingertips brushed against her cold cheeks. For a second his movements faltered, his dark eyes frozen on hers, and then he turned away.

TRS Staying at Home Party!

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Phantom Riders MC - Hawk teaser!

This little scene takes place in the ladies room at a rest stop.Hawk's POV -
I crossed my arms and waited for her to open the stall door. When she did she saw me, jumped, screamed, and slipped her phone into a pocket. Our eyes met, hers were round and filled with guilt.

“The men’s room out of order?” she asked with a nervous smile.

“No.” I didn’t move from my spot against the wall. “Who the fuck was you talking to?”

“A friend.”

“Who’s Dane?” I’d heard the name before but couldn’t place it.

Her smile faded. “Not a friend.”

I was getting tired of her abrupt, flippant responses that didn’t really say anything. Kicking away from the wall, I walked her backwards against the same stall door she’d just exited. She gasped, her eyes growing large as she looked up at me. When her back came up against the door she tried to shrink away from me but there was really nowhere for her to go. I towered over her and held her captive without actually touching her.

As long as she was with me she needed to know the fucking rules. “Let’s get some things clear, woman—”

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COVER REVEAL: Media KitLEAP by M.R. Joseph
LEAP by M.R. JosephSYNOPSIS: What if you had no idea your “future” lived beside you your whole life?What if that person was also your best friend?What would you do when you finally realized it?
MacIntyre “Mack” Cooper and Corrine “Rinny” Blanchard have known each other since birth. Growing up on the South Shore of Long Island, living next door to one another and their parents being best friends, meant growing up together was unavoidable. Their bond made them inseparable.
What Corrine didn’t expect was the attraction she began to feel towards her best friend as the two grew older.
As Corrine’s feelings evolve over time and tragedies transpire, she must put her feelings for Mack aside and continue to be just his best friend- unconditionally- when he needs her the most.
However, what happens when the person you love most in the world is taken away without warning just when you need them the most? Would you give up hope or would your love keep hope- and him alive?!
No one knew Rinny like Mack did. No one ever would. Mack’s advice to her was when life takes a turn, and your faith is tested and your dreams seem out of reach, sometimes you just have to take the leap.
COVER DESIGNER - REDKAR DESIGNRELEASE DATE - APRIL 26, 2016


ABOUT THE AUTHOR - M.R. Joseph began her writing journey in 2013 with the release of her first novel, Reunion. Two books followed in the series. She is the author of the best selling series, The Shore Series as well as the ROM COM, 39 & Holding. When not writing, M.R. enjoys reading, spending time with her extremely handsome husband, two adorable kiddos, and her fluffy Goldendoodle dog, Scarlet. She also enjoys time with her Godchildren, nieces, nephews, family, laughing till it hurts with her girlfriends, embarrassing her son by singing loudly in the car with the windows rolled down, and has an unhealthy obsession with Cadbury Eggs. M.R. hails from the City of Brotherly Love, where you can find a statue of Rocky, soft pretzels, and cheesesteaks.

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DEEP by Skye Warren

Deepby Skye Warren
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GENRE: Contemporary Romance
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BLURB:

Philip Murphy has all of Chicago under his thumb. Except me.

We met in a perfect storm of violence and lust. He saved me and then disappeared from my life. Now I pretend I never knew that kind of darkness. I focus on midterms and campus parties, as if they can wipe the slate clean.

Then he turns up outside my dorm room--wounded and barely conscious. He's the head of a criminal empire, a powerful man, but he needs me now. There are traitors in his midst.

I can help him, but I can't fall for him.

Not again.
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EXCERPT

The sound came again, louder. A shiver ran through me. It was coming from outside the room, but not from either side. It was coming from the door.
I crept over and looked out the peephole. An empty hallway bulged in the distorted lens.
Now I was doubting myself. Had I actually heard something? Maybe it had come from the dorm room across the hall. When I first moved here, it had been shortly after my “ordeal,” as my adoptive mother called it. I had jumped at every sound, both real and imagined, more traumatized by my brush with danger than I’d wanted to admit.
My gaze snapped to my phone.
I could call my adoptive mother right now, but I knew she wouldn’t want to be bothered. I could call the building management, but I knew what would happen. The same thing that had happened last time I called them. They’d send my floor advisor to check on me. If there was anything scary in this hallway, she’d have to face it first.
And if there wasn’t anything scary, if it was my imagination again, the PTSD I didn’t want to acknowledge, well then everyone would know how fucked up I was inside.
No, I had to be overreacting. This was nothing. There was no one in the hallway. And even if there was, it would be some drunk guy, passed out on the wrong floor.
I’m a normal college student, I reminded myself. I’m not afraid of anything.
Both of those things were lies, I was neither normal nor brave, but at least I could send a drunk frat boy on his way.
I opened the door a crack. Nothing.
Relief filled me, and I opened the door wider.
A body slid inside, slumped over without the door to support him. A short scream escaped me before I caught myself.
He was wearing a three-piece suit stained with blood, his expression slack, eyes glassy with pain and delirium. Philip.
Oh God, he was hurt. Really badly hurt if he couldn’t stand up. Horribly hurt if he’d ever have come to me of all people. I didn’t have time to process the shock of it, of seeing him again. I had to get him out of sight. If he’d been injured like this, someone was after him. Someone would want to finish the job.
“Come inside,” I whispered urgently, pulling his arm.
All that earned me was a weak groan.
Panic beat in my chest. Was he losing consciousness? Was he dying?
I managed to sling his heavy arm over my shoulders, staggering under even that much weight. Christ. Awake he was pure packed power. Half-conscious and injured, he was like a pile of steel bars—unmovable and unwieldy.
“I’ll never forgive you if you die on my doorstep,” I said.
Something like a grunt escaped him—it might have been a laugh. Either way, he surged up, tapping into some deep well of energy or survival instinct. His effort and all my strength pushed us through the doorway and into my dorm room. It had seemed small before. Now it seemed tiny as we bumped into walls and staggered to the bed.
I wanted to lay him down gently, careful with his wounds, but in the end we both fell under his weight, tangled on the bed in a heap of exhausted limbs. With a coarse shove I managed to get him on his back so I could shut the door.
The hallway was just as empty as when I’d found him. There was a little smear of blood on the doorjamb. It turned a mottled brown when I wiped it with my shirt.
That would have to be good enough for now.
I just hoped no one had followed him. I just hoped no one found him.
And I really hoped no one found me.
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Skye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of dark romance such as Wanderlust and Prisoner. Praised as a “true mistress of dark erotica”, her books have been featured in Jezebel, Buzzfeed, USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes her home in Texas with her loving family, four dogs, and one evil cat.Website: http://www.skyewarren.comFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/skyewarrenIn... https://www.instagram.com/skyewarrenb... https://twitter.com/skye_warren
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Tease Me Thursday!

Frosted Sweets by A.M. Willard
Morgan Lewis, the hardworking and devoted owner of the Polka Dot Cafe & Bakery, is ready to wed Simon Kensington. As she gears up for the next chapter in her life, her undying love for Simon causes her to forget what life was like before him. It's not until a walk home with her wedding dress draped over her arm that she witness it all change. At that moment, her future was crushed with one act, one of weakness on Simons part. When she calls off the wedding of her dreams to the one she thought she'd spend the rest of her life with; Morgan has to ask herself if she can move forward. Can she become the person she once was? Or is the sweet baker gone?
Jayden's career in production has him relocated to a new town. As he prepares for long hours and adjusting to his new life; there was one thing he wasn't expecting. That was being knocked into by a sweet smelling baker carrying her wedding dress in the park.
His new sweet tooth gives him an unhealthy obsession to the busy bakery, where it's more than just treats in a box.
Join us as author A.M. Willard brings you a pinch of contemporary romance, a dash of romantic comedy, and a sprinkle of chick lit wrapped in one giant cupcake. Amazon - Barnes & Noble - iBooks

Hickey

I've always thought of a hickey as a love bite. It's also called a bug bite, kiss mark or a bruise. Bruise? Guess that depends on how you got it. You can acquire a bruise a number of ways but a hickey is usually caused by suckling on the skin, which causes small blood vessels to burst under the skin. I think you typically see hickeys on the neck and chest area. Ever had one?


According to Wikipedia they can last for up to twelve days.

Did you know that there are sites out there that tell you step by step how to give a hickey?

His Possession

MC novella
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Raze is a member of the Wreckers MC, sentenced to life for a crime he didn’t commit, all because of the damning words of his best friend’s little sister. New evidence surfaces, proving him innocent, and once he’s released he’s determined to find the woman responsible. It doesn’t matter that they had history, doesn’t matter that he’s wanted her for the better part of a decade. Rosa’s betrayal has cost him three years of freedom, and he’s going to wreck her.

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The Alaskan wilderness is the backdrop for this story about two strangers who find themselves stranded in a cabin for the winter. Both are tortured souls struggling to go on in life after losing someone they love, only to discover survival can be found in each other's arms.Purchase Link

Love Through a Lens by Lucy Felthouse

Blurb:

Celine Patterson is a recent graduate eager to begin her career as a camerawoman—with the fashion world and all its glitz and glamour calling to her. Things aren’t that simple, however, and she’s forced to take a job making a documentary in the Peak District countryside with a mid-list British actor.

In spite of her initial disappointment—not only is the job not what she wanted, the pay is appalling, too—Celine warms to the project. The actor she’s working with, Edward Robson, is kind, considerate, funny and a consummate professional. She realizes she can learn a great deal from him, and resolves to do so.

As the days of the shoot pass by, Celine grows increasingly fond of Edward, and that fondness quickly goes beyond the platonic. Convinced her crush is completely one-sided—he’s over three decades her senior, for starters—she tries hard to ignore it, hoping the feelings will go away. But then something happens to change Celine’s opinion, and flip her world upside-down. How will she react? And can she emerge from this project with both her career and her heart intact?

Note: Love Through a Lens has been previously released as part of the Sweet Sensations boxed set.

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Celine gritted her teeth and hung tightly onto the straps of her backpack as she forced one foot in front of the other up the steep incline. Her heart felt like it was going to explode from her chest, and her lungs screamed with the effort of providing her oxygen supply. Really, she needed to stop, to catch her breath, regain some equilibrium. But Edward was already way ahead of her, striding powerfully along as though their chosen path were perfectly flat. He had a huge backpack of his own, too, which didn’t seem to be slowing him down a jot.

But then, this was the difference between the two of them—or one of the differences, anyway. Edward Robson, mid-list British actor, was also a very keen outdoorsman, and probably did these kinds of walks all the time—with or without a camera being pointed at him.

Celine Patterson, however, was a different story altogether. Newly graduated from university, she’d struggled to find filming work in her preferred field—fashion—and so she’d had to cast her net wider. Incredibly wide, as it happened.

With hindsight, it was easy to see why she’d gotten the job with Edward—nobody else had wanted it. Not a damn soul. Traipsing around the Peak District wasn’t so bad, but add in heavy camera equipment, camping gear, food, clothing, maps, plans, GPS unit, satellite phone and makeup—for Edward, not for her—and a nice walk suddenly became a grueling trek. The money was poor, too, especially considering she was the only member of Edward’s crew. Could a single person even be called a crew? Or was she just a dogsbody?

She’d had no choice. It was this job or nothing. Crap money or no money. And, most importantly, this credit on her CV or no credit at all. She knew she had to start racking the credits and references up soon, if she wanted to get ahead in the highly competitive field.

So here she was, dragging herself up a heart attack inducing hill in the wake of an actor-cum-presenter. At least the project was interesting; they were checking out sites of myths, legends and ghost stories, that kind of thing. Edward was nice, too—kind, polite and pretty funny. Even better, it wasn’t raining. Overall, things could be a damn sight worse. She could be working with animals or children—or even both. And she’d heard many times over that they were the absolute worst.

She was still convincing herself that things weren’t that bad after all, when she glanced up and came to an abrupt halt as she realized there was a crotch practically in her face. Snapping her head up so fast it made her neck hurt, she made eye contact with Edward, who was standing a couple of paces farther up the slope, hence the awkward face-to-crotch angle. Her already hot face blazed with embarrassment. For once, she hoped the fact she was overheated would hide her mortification. The slight breeze that blew was doing nothing to lower her temperature.

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Author Bio:

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) and Eyes Wide Open (an Amazon bestseller). Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 140 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter and Facebook. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9