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THE COWBOY WAY: Dirty excerpt

Buy Link“Well? Are you brave enough to come in, or are you just content to sit there and enjoy the view?”
Lacey’s gaze shot up to meet his at the arrogant remark. She opened her mouth to make a scathing comment but the second their eyes clashed she forgot what she’d been about to say. Her heart pounded sharply in her chest at the blatant look of naked desire etched on Chase’s handsome face. She wondered what his reaction would be if she joined him after all.
Did she dare? That would certainly not be the response he was expecting. But in the end, Lacey didn’t. Chase frightened her. And what alarmed her more was the hunger of her own body where he was concerned. The best course of action was to distance herself from him.
It was only by sheer willpower that Lacey was able to draw herself up and act coolly toward Chase. She was in no hurry, instead taking her time and purposely letting him glimpse the near-naked perfection of her body. She fought the urge to rip off her skimpy top and pretended not to notice when she heard him suck in a sharp breath.
“You’re a tease, sweetheart. I didn’t realize how much until now. I only hope you’re prepared to back up your invitation.”
Invitation? Lacey didn’t realize Chase was wading toward the steps at the end of the pool. She was intent on slipping into her mesh robe and escaping. His words stung because she knew they weren’t true. Yet why had she deliberately set out to entice him? She knew why. Because she wanted him as hungry for her as she was for him.
When Lacey reached down to turn off the radio, Chase’s hands suddenly fell on her shoulders and whirled her around. A startled squeak escaped her before her mouth was captured by Chase’s in a hard and forceful kiss. She raised her hands to push him away.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Her heart slammed against her chest.
“You won’t need this.” Chase roughly ripped the wrap off her body. “If you’re going to tease a man, Lacey, be prepared for the consequences.”
“I wasn’t…”
Chase pulled her sharply against him, his hands digging painfully into her naked buttocks. “You were!” Their breaths mingled, and then he was stealing hers away with the demanding pressure of his lips in another kiss.
Lacey was helpless against Chase. Whimpering noises of pleasure sounded deep in her throat as she responded to his rough possession. When she felt the heavy pounding of his arousal against her, she felt an answering response deep inside her body. Before she knew what she was doing, she rotated her hips against him, moaning at the surge of damp heat between her legs.
“You little witch. Do you know what you’re doing?” His words were hoarse and rough.
Lacey knew what she was doing and was in no condition to answer Chase. She had to save her strength just to breathe, and she leaned into him, letting his rock-hard body support her from falling to the deck.  Chase’s hands were no longer squeezing her buttocks in punishment, but were gentle now, caressing over her in tender exploration. The rough calluses of his palms added an extra element of stimulation as his hands smoothed down her thighs and back up to her bottom, lifting her at the same time and holding her against him.
“Damn, you feel good against my cock.” He leaned forward and sank his teeth into the side of Lacey’s neck, then soothed the slight pain he’d inflicted by sucking it tenderly. “Sorry, baby, but you bring out the savage in me.”
Trembling wildly, Lacey’s hands went to the waistband of his boxers and slipped inside. It was a bold act that was so unlike her, yet she couldn’t seem to stop her fingers from encircling his hard length to test her power over him. His shudder revealed more than words what her touch was doing to him. A low groan vibrated through his chest as Chase thrust his hips toward her caress.
“That’s it, milk me, baby!”
His hands began to roam into places just as intimate, slipping between Lacey’s thighs. She was powerless to stop him when a finger slipped beneath her suit and flicked across her throbbing clit. She sucked in air when she realized what Chase was doing. Growling, his hands went to her hips and he held her against him. Her hand was still around his hard-on, but his movement made Lacey aware that she was also touching herself in the most secret of places as he rocked her back and forth. Her mouth parted to take in more air, her eyes half-closed with forbidden passion. If he kept it up much longer she was going to bring them both to fulfillment.
“Chase…” She was at the very pinnacle of release.
He shuddered, holding her tighter. “What, baby?” His mouth breathed against hers. “Do you plan to call a halt at the most crucial moment?” His breathing was ragged.
Lacey barely had enough energy left to shake her head. She was beyond rational thought. She felt an explosion of moist heat soak her bikini panties. She was so close, but she wanted him inside her. “Chase, I…” She couldn’t put her thoughts into words.
“Hold your breath.”
Maybe he wanted the same thing too, because without warning he forced them over the side and into the water. When they surfaced, Lacey was facing the side of the pool deck with Chase behind her. There was no time for questions. He took her by the hips and moved her poolside. Lacey gasped sharply when she felt the water jets against her mound, hitting the very spot Chase had manipulated with his finger. A shiver escaped her. And as pleasure consumed her, Chase moved her bikini bottom aside and penetrated her from behind.
He groaned low and savage against her ear. Lacey let out a soft, satisfied cry. She arched so he would have easier access, the action causing his cock to slide deeper into her body. “Shit! You’re so damn tight!”
As he thrust in and out, his finger played with the sensitive nub of her desire. Oh God! She felt the spiraling heat of pleasure traveling through her body at an uncontrollable speed. She felt Chase’s iron-hard flesh become bigger and harder, his balls tight as they slapped against her fanny. His breathing indicated he was close too.
“Chase…”
He grunted, and then clamped his teeth down on Lacey’s shoulder in a rough love bite. His hands traveled up to cup her breasts, then let go to hold the side of the pool as he began to move faster and harder behind her. His body convulsed behind Lacey. In spite of being in the water, she felt the fire of Chase’s orgasm flood her womb. Her own climax followed almost instantly. Crying out softly, her body jerked with completion, and for a moment they moved against each other out of control.
“Damn,” Chase gasped against her neck as he gradually relaxed against her. “You drain a man.”
Lacey collapsed against the pool, too exhausted to respond to his comment. She felt pretty spent herself. When she was able to move, she turned her head to peer at Chase out of the corner of her eye. His mouth swooped down, and he kissed her hotly. She opened her mouth, accepting the thrust of his tongue.
“I think we better get out of the water.” Lacey’s ears picked up the noise of the gate latch being opened and felt his body tense.
“We’re about to have company.”

THE COWBOY WAY: Chapter One

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Chapter 1

Lacey didn’t know what woke her. Perhaps it was the fact she’d spent the night in a strange bed after so many years away. But then she heard noises coming from outside her bedroom window and realized immediately what it was. The early morning sounds of the ranch gradually coming to life. Familiar sounds she’d grown up with. The neighing of several horses and the distant drone of voices as the men started out on their daily routines brought back memories of when she’d been a little girl waking up in that very room.
The room had changed since then, no longer one of a little girl in pink and white. Gone was the wall mural of children making sand castles on the beach with the sun and the waves behind them, their hair blowing in the wind. The walls had been painted over in muted shades of green and cream, the furniture replaced with something more suitable for adults.
With a throaty groan Lacey stretched lazily, pulling back the satin coverlet and swinging her bare legs to the floor. She sat for a moment, fighting dizziness, and glanced at the alarm clock she’d placed on the nightstand the evening before. She blinked several times before the time came into focus. No wonder she felt so tired, she hadn’t even slept for five measly hours.
She ran her hands through her thick, honey-blonde hair and reached for the robe at the foot of the bed, wondering if she’d catch her father before he headed out for the day. Standing, she slipped it on and tied the sash around her waist, then pulled her hair out and left it to fall loosely against her shoulders. After sliding her feet into slippers she left the bedroom.
Halfway down the stairs Lacey caught the delicious aroma of freshly brewed coffee. She followed her nose to the dining room, where she found her father sitting at the table with his nose buried in his morning newspaper. Some things never changed.
“Good morning.” She gave him a peck on the cheek before taking a seat next to him. “Good, breakfast.” She reached for the coffeepot.
“Up early, aren’t we?” He peered at Lacey over his lowered newspaper.
“I’m always up early.” She took a sip and closed her eyes, swallowing it with a gratifying sound. “A habit from childhood I’ve been unable to break.”
“I remember,” he said with fondness in his tone.
Carl Owens was a man in his fifties, yet he didn’t look a day over forty-five. A big healthy man, his thick brown hair was just beginning to gray at the temples. Lacey opened her eyes to look into the ones she’d inherited. Only there were crow’s feet at the corners of his from years of squinting in the sun.
“It’s good to have you home, dear. You’ve been gone much too long.”
Lacey smiled and lifted the lid to a large platter of eggs and ham. “I hope you say that six months from now.” Both knew she’d never stay that long. Over the years when she could make it home it generally was only for a few days, but this time she planned on staying awhile. Her choice of profession allowed her the luxury of being able to pick up and go whenever she wanted, she just didn’t take advantage of it often enough.
She eyed the food with distaste, used to nothing but coffee and vitamins in the morning, and maybe an occasional bagel. The sight of all that food, which she knew would go to waste, turned her stomach. Tempted by nothing, she replaced the lid.
“You’ve been quiet too long, Dad. What are you cooking up?” She leaned back in her chair and eyed him reflectively. She sensed he was up to something; she could see it in his eyes, but what?
“I’ve missed you,” was all he admitted.
“I was home—”
“Four years ago.”
Lacey felt her cheeks grow warm and lowered her eyes against the hurt in his. Had it been that long? She couldn’t believe she’d let that much time go by since her last visit. She opened her mouth to deny it, but then shut it again when it dawned on her that he was right. She’d met Paul after her last visit home and they’d been together four years.
“I’m sorry, Dad. I guess I kind of got wrapped up with my personal life and—”
“I didn’t say that to make you feel bad. You’re here now, and that’s all that matters.” He gently patted her hand, smiling, until she had no choice but to answer with a smile of her own. “You’re not planning on working the whole time you’re here, are you?”
Lacey thought about it for a moment. She hadn’t said anything about working while she was home, so he must have assumed it. “I’ll try not to.” She knew work was the only thing that would keep her mind off Paul, and she planned on doing a lot of it. An illustrator for children’s books, she loved her work. It was in her blood and had been since she discovered she had drawing talent at the age of eight.
The cook entered the room and began to clear the dishes and silverware off the table with the mechanical movements of a robot. Dressed in black and white and with a sour expression on her long face, she was nothing like the sweet-natured old woman Lacey remembered growing up with. A lot of things had changed when her father remarried. Her stepmother liked things done the traditional way when it came to the household staff.
Her father laid down his paper and rose to his feet. When he moved behind her chair, Lacey stood because she felt it was expected. She turned curious eyes on him. “Are we going somewhere?”
“I have a surprise for you.” He took her by the arm and began leading her toward the front door.
She frowned and pulled back slightly when it dawned on her he was taking her outside. “Dad, I’m hardly dressed for going out. Your men—”
“Are all out to the pastures by now. Stop worrying. Besides, you’re beautiful no matter what you look like.”
“I am?” she said with pretended awe, her lips twitching with amusement.
“Haven’t you looked in the mirror lately?” He led Lacey down the short roadway toward the stables.
“Only every day.” Lacey knew she was attractive. She received her fair share of attention from the opposite sex. Paul had paraded her around town like an ornament on his arm when they went nightclubbing and she was dressed to the nines. But when it became apparent her looks were more important to him than her brain, their relationship started to crumble.
As they continued toward the barn, she glanced at her father for an explanation. Mud began to soak over her thin slippers. He only smiled and pulled her along.
“Can’t you at least tell me why we’re heading toward the stables?” Lacey didn’t like surprises, especially when they were intended for her. And what’s more, her father knew it. She was beginning to feel self-conscious, aware her thin silk robe covered nothing but a thin silk teddy. At least her father was right about his men not being around. As far as she could tell it was just the two of them.
“You’ll see in good time. Be patient.” They finally halted at the entranceway to the stables.
“Well?” Lacey inquired, raising a well-shaped brow. But her father only motioned to the stairs that led up to the foreman’s quarters directly above the stalls. With an impatient sigh, she put her hands on her hips. “Are you going to stand there all day with that cat-got-the-mouse grin or explain what’s going on?”
Lacey probably would have stood there for as long as it took if it hadn’t been for the man walking out of the cattle barn a short distance away. An impossibly tall, well-built man with the most piercing silver eyes she’d ever seen, set in a face that seemed carved from stone. He had the look of an experienced cowboy, from the top of his sweat-stained cowboy hat right down to his old leather boots. The leather chaps he was wearing over his jeans emphasized a certain part of his anatomy that didn’t appear to be lacking in size or length.
She tried to swallow, caught totally off-guard by the animal magnetism he exuded. He looked like a cowboy straight out of the 1800s, only twice as sexy. Was this her surprise? Who was he and when had he started working for her dad?
Lacey’s first instinct was to take her hands off her hips, aware her stance could be considered provocative to any man other than her father. She met the man’s gaze before his cool, slate-gray eyes dropped to take her in from head to foot to head again. Much in the same way she’d been ogling him. To her mortification, having his eyes on her produced an unexpected result. It suddenly felt like there was fire replacing the blood in her veins, and she felt her nipples become taut and tingle with intense awareness.
She had to remind herself to breathe.
Before she had a chance to see if he liked what he saw, she turned quickly and started up the stairs. “I guess I’ll just have to find out for myself, since you seem to have lost your tongue all of a sudden.”
She heard her father chuckle and knew he was right behind her. When they reached the top of the stairs she glanced down just in time to see the cowboy with the piercing eyes disappear around the corner of the barn. She turned to her father, able to breathe easier now.
“Do we go in?”
He surprised her by reaching around and opening the door. Lacey’s eyes briefly scanned the room she entered, not missing the elegance, the expensive furniture, and the feminine decor. With a frown, she swung back to him. “Why are we in your foreman’s quarters?”
He laughed. “Does this look like your average foreman’s apartment, dear? Chase Saunders wouldn’t be caught dead living in a place like this.”
Lacey wouldn’t blame him. It wasn’t exactly her style either. It screamed of her stepmother’s overdone and expensive tastes. But she’d already assumed his foreman must have a wife, which would explain the decor.
“Then whose apartment is it?” she questioned, looking more closely about the room.
The walls were freshly painted, the smell still lingering in the air. She knew the cranberry Berber carpet was new, covering the old, scratched, and faded tile she remembered. The open floor plan let her see that most of the furniture was the same style she had in her bedroom. She imagined the small bedroom located in the back looked much the same way.
It wasn’t until Lacey noticed the picture on the wall above the overstuffed sofa that a warning sensation began to take form. It was a collage of pages from the first children’s book she’d ever illustrated, matted and framed simply in black-and-white to complement the simple black-and-white rough draft charcoal sketches. Where had Rita found those? She slowly turned to confront her father.
“It’s yours,” he said simply, a big smile beaming on his handsome face.
It was the last thing Lacey expected. “Why?”
He shrugged. “Chase bought a place of his own down the road. When you called and said you were coming home for a while, I got the brainstorm of remodeling this place for you so you could have some privacy. I know how important that is to you. Rita did the rest.”
“Dad—”
“And,” he interrupted before she had a chance to go on, “I won’t lie by saying I didn’t have ulterior motives. I thought if you had your own place while you were here that you might stay a little longer with us.”
Put like that how could she hurt her father’s feelings by turning down the apartment? Lacey hadn’t really planned on how long she would be visiting, but the thought of having her own little place was very appealing. And since she was going to spend some of her time working, this would give her the privacy she needed.
Her gaze scanned the room again, seeing it in a different light. Her stepmother had decorated it in her own taste, but she had been thoughtful about hanging Lacey’s first work over the sofa. Aware that her father was waiting for some sort of reply, she offered him a pleased smile. “Oh, Dad.” She gave him a quick hug. “This was so thoughtful of both of you.” She couldn’t exactly exclude Rita without hurting his feelings.
“You don’t mind that it’s over the stables?”
“Of course not!” Lacey assured him sincerely. “I love the location. You know when I was a kid I spent more time here than I did in the house. I love the smell of horses, hay, and leather.”
“I remember all too well. Come and I’ll show you the bedroom. I have another little surprise for you.” Taking her by the arm, he only took her as far as the doorway.
Lacey glanced over the small room briefly. Someone had left a window open, and the light breeze ruffled the sheer curtains hanging there. A window that she knew hadn’t been there before.
“I had that added after Chase left, not that I didn’t offer while he was living here. Since you’re located right over the stables, I thought it might be nice for you to be able to open a window somewhere in here and get a decent breath of fresh air.”
“You’ve thought of everything to make me comfortable.” Lacey smiled. “But as I said, I love the smells from below. Apparently they didn’t bother your foreman either.”
“He’s a tough old cowboy. And speaking of Chase,” Carl glanced down at his watch, “I’m late for an appointment with him.” They began to walk toward the front door. “Your suitcases are already here, so you don’t need to come back to the house with me. But I do have one small request.”
“What’s that?” Lacey paused with him at the door, wondering vaguely how he’d managed to get her suitcases there without her knowledge.
“That you join us for dinner in the evenings.”
That was easy. “I think I can manage that.”
“Rita planned a special dinner for tonight.” Lacey rolled her eyes and groaned. “You know she means well. She’s invited a few guests so please, for my sake, be a good girl.”
Lacey raised her brows mischievously. “Now, Dad, have I ever been anything but a good girl?” They laughed, and Lacey knew that, for her father’s sake, she would do whatever he asked. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d suffered through one of her stepmother’s dinner parties.
After he left, Lacey spent some time unpacking her suitcases before taking a quick, eye-opening shower. She threw on some clothes leftover from her younger days, jeans she couldn’t bear to part with because they were so old and comfortable. Paul had hated them, so she hadn’t worn them in a while. But when packing to come home, and discovering them in a box at the back of her closet, she’d tossed them in her suitcase, knowing she would need them. She ignored the fact they were a little snug.
She twisted her hair into a loose knot and worked her feet into well-worn boots, knowing the long walk to the river would be muddy from recent rains. She intended to get a little sketching done, and she grabbed her pad and pencils before leaving her new apartment.
Lacey found her gaze roaming the grounds as she cut across the driveway, wondering if she’d see the man with the gray eyes again. There’d been something about him, a raw element that had attracted her, as brief as their encounter had been. But she didn’t see anybody in the twenty minutes it took her to reach her destination.
Once she reached the river, she paused to look at its raging beauty and suck in a deep breath of fresh air before finding the perfect spot to settle down. Using a willow tree for a backrest, she sank to the ground, crossed her legs Indian-style, and opened her pad. Like most times when she began sketching, she became absorbed in her work, finding almost any object to work on that would warm her up for the real thing. She worked with a carelessness and speed that made the time pass quickly for her.
She’d been commissioned to illustrate the next Sue Cramer book, Backyard Babies. After the first rough drafts of several possible book covers were done, she dropped her pad and sank back against the tree with a sigh. Hunger pains and a stiff neck made Lacey wish she’d worn a watch, but she was more tired than anything else. The coffee she’d gulped down for breakfast had long ago worn off and her eyes were beginning to blur. She closed them. It was time to go home, but for now she was content to stay where she was, enjoying the peace and quiet that had become so foreign to her over the years. She let the sounds of nature lull her.
Lacey could only guess how much time had elapsed when she roused from her late-afternoon nap. It was clear that it would be dark soon. She gathered up her things, knowing she didn’t have much time before dinner. She began the trek back and was halfway home when the ground began to vibrate beneath her feet, indicating a horse approaching. Spinning around, the breath caught in her throat. Everything happened so fast after that. Her choices were few. She could either jump out of the way and pray she went one way and the horse another, or remain still and hope the rider pulled up on the reins in time to avoid hitting her.
She chose the latter and closed her eyes, steeling herself for whatever happened. When the horse didn’t plow into her, Lacey opened her eyes in time to see the rider pulling up on the reins and coming to an abrupt halt. The horse neighed in obvious protest at the unexpected action.
“Whew, that was close.” Relief washed through Lacey. The setting sun was behind the rider, preventing her from seeing his face. She used her hand to shield the glare and reached up with her other one to run it along the length of the horse’s nose at the same time. “Hi.”
He was a handsome man, with brown hair streaked blond in some places. His eyes squinted down at her and something in his expression seemed vaguely familiar. Only later would she know what that something was. Smiling, Lacey took in his muddy boots and dust-covered work clothes. He was obviously one of her father’s hired hands.
“Howdy,” he said in return, pushing his cowboy hat back from his forehead. He appeared friendly enough, but his next words took on a harder quality. “What the heck are you doing walking around out here? I almost ran you down.”
“But you didn’t.”
“Only because I saw you in time. Aren’t you aware the bulls are pastured out here?”
“No, I wasn’t. I’ve been down at the river all day.” Lacey continued to caress the horse’s nose, feeling the animal quiver beneath her touch. “And I haven’t seen one bull.”
“Believe me, they’re around, and very dangerous. Being that you’re Owens’ daughter you’re probably aware of that.” He grinned.
“What gave me away?” Lacey grinned in return.
“Everyone knows what you do for a living.” He indicated the pad in her hands. “And we all knew you were coming home. Would you like a ride in? It will be dark soon.”
“Sure.” Lacey instantly offered him her hand so he could help her up, noticing his slight hesitation. “Is something wrong?”
“I’m a bit dirty,” he apologized.
“I think I’ll survive a little dirt.” She put her hand in his gloved one. “What’s your name?” Her hands held on to the sides of the saddle they were sharing.
“Brian.”
“Nice to meet you Brian, I’m Lacey. How long have you worked for my father?”
She felt his slight shrug. “Guess about three years. How long have you known him?”
Lacey laughed. “Guess about twenty-nine years. Was that a trick question to find out how old I am?”
“No, ma’am. My wife taught me a long time ago that it’s impolite to ask a lady her age.”
“Sounds like you have a smart wife.”
Lacey saw the house ahead of them, but instructed Brian to take her toward the stables instead. When he didn’t question her, she came to the conclusion that her apartment wasn’t a secret. He stopped directly in front of the steps and, with a helping hand, she slid to the ground.
“Thanks.” Smiling up at him, she brushed a strand of hair away. Brian’s eyes moved past Lacey and his grin vanished.
Lacey followed his gaze and saw the rugged cowboy from that morning. He’d just secured a large black stallion into one of the stalls and was now making his way toward them in tense, unhurried strides. The look on his face revealed he was angry about something.
“What’s wrong?” She glanced back at Brian.
“Big brother is definitely unhappy about something.” Lacey’s gaze shot back to the big man nearing them.
Now she understood why Brian looked familiar to her. They had the same eyes. And though Brian was a big man, his brother was bigger. Standing well over six feet she guessed, his powerful physique was all muscle. He moved with the sureness of a stalking mountain cat, his eyes sharp and pinning them with a piercing directness that caused a shiver to run down Lacey’s spine. Something in his eyes, in the way they raked over her, turned her blood to fire. He was mad about something, but there was a hunger there, too.
His thick, too-long hair was jet black and unruly, and he took off his hat long enough to run a hand through it, his eyes never leaving them. Lacey couldn’t miss the tic working furiously in his jaw, the slightly flared nostrils. She looked back at Brian nervously, said good-bye, and made a cowardly exit up the stairs to her apartment. Whatever Brian had done to cause such a reaction from his brother, she didn’t want to be around to find out.
Realizing her father hadn’t given her a key, she was glad she hadn’t locked the door. But once Lacey was inside she didn’t hesitate in doing so. She glanced at the small clock in the kitchen. She had less than an hour to make herself presentable for dinner. Tossing her sketchpad on the table in front of the sofa, she continued to the bathroom and shed her clothes along the way.

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Kiss of a Stranger

Kiss of a Stranger
by Lily Danes & Eve LKincaid

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GENRE: Contemporary Romantic Suspense

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BLURB:

Maddie Palmer lost everything when her ex-husband betrayed her. Years later, she’s rebuilt her life. It’s safe and stable—everything she thought she wanted. Until a dangerously sexy ex-con appears in Lost Coast Harbor...

Gabriel Reyes just did six years behind bars for a crime he didn’t commit. Now he’s returned, determined to expose the men who set him up. His best chance at redemption is seducing the straight-laced woman working for the enemy…until he realizes he’s the one being seduced.

As passion ignites, Gabe and Maddie find themselves drawn deeper into the corruption behind the town’s richest family… even while facing the greatest danger of all—losing their hearts.

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Excerpt:

“I had a lovely night, not that it’s any of your business.” The lie rolled off her tongue.

Gabe didn’t move. “I’m sure he was everything a date could be. Polite. Clever. Though it’s hard to take a man seriously when he orders the butternut squash ravioli at a restaurant that serves steak.”

“He’s a vegetarian,” she said absently, before the full meaning of his words settled on her. “Wait a second. You watched me? You spied on my date?” Her voice rose with every word, and only her desire not to wake the neighbors kept her from shouting.
Gabe shook his head. It was a rueful motion, directed more at himself than her. “I started to. Then I remembered that was creepy as hell and went to the diner. Where I ordered steak and eggs, by the way.”

“Still, the fact that you thought that was okay, even for a second…”

He stood, the movement fluid and hypnotic, and she couldn’t take her eyes off him as he prowled toward her. “Don’t fool yourself, Maddie. I’m not okay. I forgot how to be okay long ago. That’s what you’ll get with me, but I’ll do my best to make it worth your time, if you feel like taking a risk.”

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Like so many good ideas, Lost Coast Harbor was inspired by a few rounds of margaritas. One sunny afternoon, Lily Danes and Eve Kincaid went to a Mexican restaurant for snacks and tequila and left with the idea for a new series. Inspired by their love of noir movies and 1940s crime novels, they imagined a gritty small town full of crime and corruption, where intrigue and mystery can lead to love and passion.

www.lostcoastharbor.com
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www.evekincaid.com

LINKS: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2...

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Solace by Gini Rifkin

SolaceFae Warriors Book 1Gini Rifkin
Sexy Sci/Fi Fantasy RomanceThe Wild Rose Press/248 pages

Can a six-foot-tall female Fae Warrior from another realm, and a hunky ready for action ex-Army Ranger save the earth from invasion?  
Solace Goodeve, one of Mother Nature’s favorite Fae Warriors, is assigned to Earth to help save the planet. Reptile invaders, disguising themselves as humans, are waging a takeover—and Mother is mad enough to eat asteroids. Solace is ready to prove herself as a warrior, but having a human for a partner is not in her battle plan—even if the man is rugged, ripped, and ready for action.

Army Ranger, Tanner Jackson, has seen his share of black op missions. The last one took a toll on both body and soul. Tanner isn’t looking for love, even though his new partner is six-foot-tall and drop dead gorgeous. However, after Solace shows him a new meaning to working undercover, he may have to reconsider that possibility.

As the Reps plan to sabotage NOAA, Tanner and Solace must learn to trust one another. But as they're trying to save the world, Solace and Tanner might just lose their hearts—and that takes the most courage of all.

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Excerpt:There must be some mistake. The man striding toward her couldn’t be Tanner Jackson. Dressed in a black t-shirt, camo cargo pants, and rugged lace up boots, he looked ready for a special ops mission, not a day of wrestling with figures and scientific data. Tall and well-muscled, he appeared rock solid, like he belonged in the age of Athena. In fact, he seemed so overwhelmingly masculine, she worried he might not be human. That gave her pause. Had the Reps already established a man on the inside?

About the Author:Greetings...I live in beautiful Colorado with my chaotic herd of abandoned farm animals. My friends and family keep me sane, and writing keeps me hungry to learn new things even as I research times gone by.  When you open a book and turn the pages, you breathe life into the characters and set them free. My stories are adventurous romance, past, present, and into the future, sometimes with a bit of magic or fantasy, but always with a happy ending.
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His Possession

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Her betrayal put him in prison for a crime he didn't commit. Now he's out and he wants revenge!


Once inside the small kitchen I went to the cupboard where I knew the fucking booze was kept. I grabbed the first bottle of unopened whisky and started to reach for a glass before deciding I didn’t need it. I fucking needed more than a shot to fuel me for what I wanted to do to Rosa. I couldn’t let her get to me. I wouldn’t. We may never have acted on our feelings for each other, but we both had known they were there. 

Well, the time for acknowledgement had fucking lapsed. Her betrayal sealed her fate and I was ready to make her pay. I downed about three shots worth, letting the raw burn settling in my gut fuel my hate. Running the back of my hand across my mouth I headed for the bedroom where Rosa was locked up, thinking about her pretty face as she sat on the stand condemning me. Hearing her tearful words when she’d sworn that I had done the killing, and recalling the silent plea in her eyes as she stared at me. I understood then that she didn’t believe what she was saying, yet it hadn’t stopped her from lying.

I came to her door, turned the lock and opened it. Rosa turned from the window she’d been staring out of, tear tracks lining her smooth, olive toned cheeks. Even in her disheveled state she was fucking beautiful. Her midnight hair was shiny and half tumbling down to her shoulders. I let my gaze wander lazily down her full curves, taking in the slight changes since I’d seen her last. She was soft, and ripe, and I was going to devour her. 

She took a hesitant step toward me.  “How many men have you fucked Rosa?” I asked from the doorway. My question startled her and she halted abruptly. I could see the confusion shimmering in her eyes. Her brows furrowed. Those sweet, full lips parted as she opened her mouth to answer, only nothing came out.
“How many men have been between your legs in the last three years?” I snarled, baring my teeth. She stepped back against the window in fear.

She began to shake her head. “No one,” she whispered. “There’s been no one since—”

“I was locked up?” 

Tears swelled in her fucking eyes. “Raze, I’m so sorry—”

“No!” I was on her before she could finish. “You don’t fuckin’ get to say sorry as if that will make it all go away,” I gritted into her upraised face, upraised because my hand was in her hair, pulling her head back so she was forced to look into my eyes. “Three fucking years, Rosa. For three fucking years your lies kept me behind bars, kept me from my club.” I swung her around and crushed her against the window, moving my mouth next to her ear. “Kept me from fucking.”
Keeping her pinned, I reached for the zipper at the top of her dress and pulled it all the way down her back. When it stopped at the top of her luscious ass I took the parted material in my hands and ripped it the rest of the way open until her whole fucking backside was exposed. I ignored her gasp, taking in the smooth slopes of her rounded ass, naked because of the thong she had on. Lust slammed into me like a freight train at the sight of all that curvy flesh. I wanted to squeeze it until she was branded with the imprint of my hand, leaving no doubt who she fucking belonged to.

How many times over the last decade had I imagined fucking Rosa? 

“Then I guess we’re both overdo, “I grated into her ear. Not even trying to calm the lust surging through my blood.

“No, Raze, please. Not like this,” she begged. She tried to twist away. 

I easily kept her where I wanted, not letting her tearful plea stop me from doing what I wanted. 

“I had my reason for what I did,” Rosa said softly, her tone conveying a resigned sadness I wanted to ignore.

“So do I,” I snarled. “It was a life sentence, Rosa. Your lies put me in prison for life, with no chance of parole. You’re just lucky three years is all I lost, and now you’re gonna pay.”

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The Watchman

“The Watchman (Immoral Virtue Book 3)” by Arla DahlPublished: November 20, 2015Genre: Historical EroticaBlurb:
Evil is found when evil is sought.
“For when those in authority neglect to reprove sin, then very often the good are punished with the wicked.” – Heinrick Kramer, 1486, The Malleus Maleficarum  
For yielding to the proud tears of an accused witch, The Watchman’s soul may have been blackened by evil. To prove himself unmarked, his body free of the witch’s branding, he must stand naked before all and submit to the governor’s thorough and shameful examination.
Though Giles Scott would resist the governor’s practiced and patient touch, only complete abandon might prove his innocence. And since the witch cannot feel, only Giles’ arousal can spare his neck from the noose. And so, he surrenders.
Yet screams from another chamber – perhaps pained, perhaps pleasured – awaken memories from Giles’ dark, torturous past, and the governor’s touch no longer teases but stings…much like the punishing bite of a whip against the flesh of THE WATCHMAN.
From the Author: THE WATCHMAN , Book 3 in the Immoral Virtue Trilogy is a dark erotic twist of an already twisted period in American History, the Salem witch trials. Due to its explicit sexual nature, with forced consent, M/m, M/f/f and other BDSM concepts, THE WATCHMAN is intended for audiences 18 and over.GoodreadsAmazonBarnes & NobleSmashwords


What readers are saying…“Fifty Shades-meets-Shakespeare in this eloquent, erotic tale.” – Debra Druzy, Contemporary Romance Author

“A well-crafted, wickedly erotic romp through witch trial hysteria. Arla Dahl will whet your appetite for more.”  –- Candy Caine, author of contemporary interracial erotica

“The Watchman was so hot and satisfying, the perfect conclusion to this trilogy.”  – Chloe and Sabine’s Smart Mouth Smut

“Erotic and immensely satisfying.” — D.B.Shuster, author of the Neurotica Series
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“The Mark (Immoral Virtue)” Blurb:Be this a witch?In 1600’s New England, it was decreed thus:

“Whoever lies with the beast will bear a mark that is insensible and in their most secret parts, and may be located only through diligent and careful search.”
Accused of witchcraft, Abigail Prescott must strip for the masses and submit to the Governor’s inspection. She is ill-prepared for this shameful, grueling probe as it permits him to see and test her every inch and every hollow.
Governor Jameson Foster has examined many before, but Abigail enchants him like no other. Before he succumbs to her sweet charms, he must uncover the dark truth of this bewitching.
Should she feel his prodding and respond to his touch, her innocence will be proven. And this night he will claim her. Should she resist, fail to cry out in pain or in pleasure, then all will know she is a witch who bears The Mark.
“I defy you not to squirm and moan right along with Abigail as you read The Mark. Rejoice, erotic-fiction fans. Arla Dahl has arrived!” –best-selling author, Pam McKenna
From the Author:
THE MARK, Book 1 in the Immoral Virtue Trilogy is a highly erotic, non-romantic tale of sexual awakening and abandon, of the duty to submit vs. the desire to resist. Due to its explicit sexual nature, with elements of BDSM and dubious consent, THE MARK is intended for audiences 18 and over.Goodreads          Amazon


“The Accused (Immoral Virtue Book 2)” Blurb:There is no shame in pleasure.
“Wherefore for the sake of fulfilling their lusts (women) consort even with devils.” -Heinrich Kramer, 1486 “Malleus Maleficarum” (The Hammer of Witches)
To clear their names and save their souls the accused are stripped and bound before all as they await their governor’s examination.
At the governor’s direction, Abigail Prescott, herself accused as a witch a mere hour past, will help test the women’s responses, for a witch marked by the devil cannot feel, no matter how gently caressed, no matter how deeply probed. Under the governor’s scrutiny Abigail is to thoroughly examine their naked flesh for the black mark of the beast.
But the prideful Elizabeth Hobbs withdraws consent. And her fate is sealed. Taken deep into the forest by the watchman, she will remain naked and open to the elements to await her punishment.
Stirred by her proud tears, the watchman touches her. Soothes her. But when a man succumbs to a witch’s charms, he too stands among THE ACCUSED.
“Explosively erotic with unexpected twists and surprises that keep the pages turning.” – 2013 RITA Finalist, Pamela HearonFrom the Author:
THE ACCUSED, Book 2 in the Immoral Virtue Trilogy continues the highly erotic, non-romantic, tale of resistance and of submission. Due to its explicit sexual nature, with elements of BDSM and dubious consent, THE ACCUSED is intended for audiences 18 and over.Goodreads          Amazon




About the AuthorArla Dahl is a lover and avid reader of all things sexy and suspenseful. She gets her inspiration from daily headlines, and is often surprised by how today’s issues mirror those from the distant past. 
When Arla’s muse goes stealth, she spends her time trying recipes from exotic locales, with rich flavors and provocative scents that tempt and tease and satisfy.
A New Yorker, born and bred, Arla is forever fascinated by the varied cultures of her city. Beyond the rich diversity, the close and heady feel of a moody late night jazz club is her favorite part of living in the Big Apple.
In her current work, the Immoral Virtue trilogy, which is set during the witch hysteria of the 17th Century, Arla twists an already twisted history into a daring erotic work of passion and pleasure.
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Dark Tales Diaries by London Saint James

Dark Tales Diaries: Volume ThreeAudiobookby London Saint James
Audiobook Narrated by: John Thrust
Listening Time: 2hrs 2 min

For thirteen years, Tristan Blackthorn has searched for his lost love, Keira. Has the time for their reunion finally come?

When the ball-busting Patrice Wyngate figures out she’s not happy, she does what she does best—takes control. Yet hearing, “Dance for me” completely changes her life, and nothing will be the same again.

For Zoe Harper, there would be no more dieting. The plain truth of the matter was, her no-good cheating boyfriend could kiss her size fourteen ass. Because quite simply, she found a man who was happy to show her Big Girls Do It Better.

Hadley Cooper, Eric Williams, and Jude Jamison had been best friends forever. Yet, at some point, their time living together would end, each of them finding “the one.” Only, Eric and Jude had other thoughts. They intended to make Hadley understand—Three’s Not a Crowd.

Be Warned: ménage sex (MFM), BDSM, floggers, spanking
Please Note: This is a series best if read/listened to in order

You can find the audiobook here:  Amazon    Amazon UK    Audible Audible UK    iTunes
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Read an Excerpt from Dance for Me:

The first time I’d met Mr. Armitage we’d been seated next to each other at a wedding reception. I remember thinking he reminded me of a slightly older version of Travis Fimmel, only with hunter-green eyes, and temptingly tousled chocolate-colored hair. While we’d never crossed paths before that day, we found out during small talk over dinner, we had a mutual friend in the bride. When dinner was over and the music started, he asked me to dance. I would have said yes, but my time with him was interrupted by an emergency call. Damn cell phones. The second time I met Mr. Armitage was by complete accident. Not that I ran into him in a grocery store or something. No. It was an accident quite simply because, he was the last man I was expecting to see. Let me qualify. I’d been making some discrete inquiries about an exclusive, member’s only—for lack of a better description—sex club. So, I wasn’t at all prepared when I scheduled a casual meet and greet lunch with the owner of said club, and he turned out to be the sexy, charismatic man who’d asked me to dance at a wedding reception two months earlier.After I took another deep breath or two, all right, maybe it was more like three, I opened the door, and stepped into the room where the most handsome man I’d ever seen awaited. Unlike the last two times we met, I was at least semi-prepared for the devastating smile he wore.It took six steps before I arrived to where he was seated. He watched me approach, his gaze sweeping over me from my black pumps to the top of my head before he stood and swiped his large hand down the front of his deep-purple tie. “Mr. Armitage,” I greeted, extending out my hand. “I wasn’t expecting you to be in contact again so soon.”“No?”“No. But it’s good to see you.”Damon took hold of my proffered appendage, but instead of a shake, he lifted my hand to his bent head and brushed his lips over the backs of my knuckles in a soft and lingering manner before letting me go. “Ms. Wyngate,” he said in a voice that slipped over every inch of my body like a velvet blanket. God. The man’s voice was amazing. Then I was walloped when he met my gaze. I wasn’t at all sure if it was his confidence, his voice, the remaining sensation of his lips on my flesh, or his piercing eyes that gave me the good kind of chills. However, I had to consider it very well may be the combination of them all. “The pleasure is assuredly mine.” “Please,” I said, gesturing toward a chair. “Have a seat.”He nodded. “Of course.”“May I have my assistant bring you something to drink? A Pellegrino perhaps?”Evidently my question pleased him since he hit me with his pearly whites once more. “You remembered.”I don’t think I could forget one single thing about my last meeting with him, not even what he preferred to drink.“Yes,” I said.He waved a dismissive hand. “Thank you for offering, but I’m fine.”“All right,” I said, taking my seat across from him.“I’ve gone over all the information, keeping in mind what we personally discussed last week, as well what you submitted to me.” I nodded. “What you’ve requested is very specific.”“Are specifics a bad thing?”He gave a low laugh. “On the contrary. I have found a man whom I believe is exactly what you’re looking for.”My stomach dipped. “Really?” “Really,” he confirmed as he reached into his dark gray suit jacket and pulled out an envelope. “Here’s his personal and medical information.” Damon placed the envelope on the table and slid it across to me with the tips of his obviously manicured fingers. “Okay,” I said, plucking it up. “Do you want me to read this right now?”He inclined his head.Opening the envelope, I slid the paper out. After making sure I had a firm grip on my control in order to keep my hands from shaking, I allowed my attention to fall to the page I held.Caucasian Male. 41 years of age.Height: 6’-2”Weight: 182lbsHobbies: Biking, hiking, racket ball, parasailing, scuba diving.Occupation: Entrepreneur/Self employedSexual orientation: StraightFamily and marital status: Divorced. No children.Then I read the detailed medical report.Non tobacco user. Non smoker. Negative for HIV.There were no sexually transmitted diseases or any type of communicable diseases. No major or even minor health problems. No family history of mental instability. I even knew this man’s blood type. My eyes rounded.Name: Damon ArmitageMy head popped up and I looked at him, muttering, “You?” “Tell me, Ms. Wyngate. Do you agree with my recommendation?”I froze. Shocked. In fact, I don’t even believe I was blinking.“Ms. Wyngate?” “Yes,” I said, focusing in on his stunning face.He chuckled. “Would that be a ‘yes’ you agree?”I carefully placed the paper down in front of me on the oak conference room table, and crossed my hands, sitting them atop the document I’d just read. “I’m. Well.” I cleared my throat. “I’m a little surprised,” I finally offered.With a tilt to his head as though studying me he asked, “Why?”“I guess….” I paused, trying to gather my addled thoughts. “I’m not sure. I suppose when I talked with you about what I was looking for; I just assumed you would—”“Patrice,” he said, stopping my ramblings. “Make no mistake. From the first moment I saw you walk into Dana and Josh’s wedding reception, I wanted you for myself.”This statement completely took me aback. Damon was commanding and sexy as all hell, and I couldn’t believe I interested him. I’m sure the man could have his pick of beautiful, sexually progressive women who knew all the ins and outs of the world he lived in.“You did?” I asked, still attempting to wrap my mind around him wanting me.He nodded. “Oh, yes. When you told me what you were looking for, what you desired, I knew you would be mine. There was no way I would arrange for any other man to possess you.” He met my gaze, dead on. “What you’re searching for and what I’ve been searching for are a perfect match. You wish to test your boundaries. Long to give up control. I enjoy having control. Trust me.” His voice had gone low. “It will be my greatest pleasure to give you exactly what you need.”My mouth went dry. “It will?”“Yes,” he said, assuredly. “Now. All I need is your agreement.”I glanced down and studied my hands, and for the first time in my life, I felt unsure. Not of him. I had no doubt he was completely capable of giving me what I wanted. I wasn’t even unsure of myself. It was…Well, I wasn’t sure I could release the words from my mouth that would make this whole thing real.“Patrice?” he questioned. “Okay,” I said.“Look at me.”I did, struck by the charisma and sexual pull of this man. It surrounded him like an aura of pulsing power, bringing attention to the throbbing ache between my thighs.“Tell me what I want to hear. Do you agree?”Straightening my spine, I said, “Yes, Damon. I agree.”He smiled, wide and bright. “That’s what I wanted.” There was a slight pause. “Tomorrow afternoon you will receive a little something from me via courier. You will wear what I send. My driver will arrive at your home tomorrow evening at eight o’clock to pick you up and bring you to me at Indigo House.” He rose in a breathtaking fluidity from where he’d been seated. “When you arrive, you will be escorted up to one of the private play rooms. You’ll wait for me there. Understand?”“Yes.”He walked to where I was seated and held out a hand. I took it, wrapping my fingers around his and stood. He used his knuckles to methodically outline my jaw, then he tucked his fingers into my hair, pulling my head back. I gazed into his eyes, watching the pupils grow larger and darker, eating up the green of them as though he were starving for me. Longing zipped down the length of my body. Damon curled his palm around the base of my skull—securing me. Two heartbeats passed.I shivered when he leaned down and whispered, his warm breath bathing my ear in sweet sensation. “Have no doubt. You, belong to me now, Patrice.”He kissed me. One simple, soft, chaste kiss on the lips. But it was enough to almost bring me to my knees.


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Direct Link DTD3 Audio Sample: https://soundcloud.com/londonsj/dark-tales-diaries-volume-three-audio-sample

What do people have to say about Dark Tales Diaries?DTD 1 If you want a great on the go story, this collection is a sexy way to break up the day.—Long and Short ReviewsI thought this book was crazy sexy and very entertaining.—Up All Night Read All Day Reviews
DTD 2If you ask me this is a must read, I can't wait for Vol 3.—Kindle CustomerFrom a mistress with a fetish for her red heels, to a professor indulging in a little play with his assistant on the observation deck, to even an empty nester mom vying for her first big O--yeah, you read that correctly--there's definitely something for everyone in Ms. James' Dark Tales Diaries volumes.—Audible Review

About LondonLondon Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.

As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.

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