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Delightful praise for my a quatre, HIS DELECTABLE COOK, Regency!

"Clever twist on a revenge story..."

"De Land mixes the intrigue of the revenge story with delightful and deliciously decadent sexual encounters, a touch of domination and voyeurism as well as several encounters with more than one partner.   This is a quick and steamy read that has something for every fan of the genre."
Thanks to JEEP DIVA! Here: http://www.thejeepdiva.com/2013/07/review-his-delectable-cook-by-cerise-deland.html
When Bess Deveraux secures a position as cook in the household of the delectable devil who taught her the joy of loving years ago, she shows him that she has more to offer him now that she is older, wiser and oh so eager to please all the men in his employ.Bess Deveraux learnt the joy of loving years ago at the hands of a masterful man. But her family forbade her his notorious company. Now, at the opportunity to not only find that man again but also work for him, Bess secures a position in his household.Lord Taryn Wentworth has no idea where this delightful woman has been or how she managed to stand before him as his cook, but he is determined to enjoy her, her delectable offerings—and to offer them to his male staff as well.Taryn knows his lovely cook will agree to revel in every delight he has in store for her. After all, pretty Bess is an expert not merely in the fine art of satisfying human appetites, but in the refined art of pleasing many men at once, offering up her succulent body—in the dining room, on the kitchen table, on the floor and anywhere else her fancy or her master’s leads her.Reader Advisory: This book contains anal sex and the use of sex toys.
And the review????Be still my heart.

"Bess Deveraux has had a difficult life, and been in hiding for several years.  Lord Taryn Wentworth, an admitted rogue and debauched newly minted Earl is hiring new staff. When Bess arrives to apply for a position in the household, the sparks and sexual tension is off the chains!A clever twist on a revenge story, Bess and Wentworth were lovers before she disappeared.  Her sexual appetites match his and her responses to his dominant approach and delight in her favors is readily apparent and well presented.  De Land mixes the intrigue of the revenge story with delightful and deliciously decadent sexual encounters, a touch of domination and voyeurism as well as several encounters with more than one partner.   This is a quick and steamy read that has something for every fan of the genre.
Bess Deveraux has had a difficult life, and been in hiding for several years.  Lord Taryn Wentworth, an admitted rogue and debauched newly minted Earl is hiring new staff. When Bess arrives to apply for a position in the household, the sparks and sexual tension is off the chains!A clever twist on a revenge story, Bess and Wentworth were lovers before she disappeared.  Her sexual appetites match his and her responses to his dominant approach and delight in her favors is readily apparent and well presented.  De Land mixes the intrigue of the revenge story with delightful and deliciously decadent sexual encounters, a touch of domination and voyeurism as well as several encounters with more than one partner.   This is a quick and steamy read that has something for every fan of the genre."BUY HERE: http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=2207

THE TURNING, A Dr. Kelly Murphy Novel, debuts! Erin R. Flynn gives us a bite!

The TurningA Dr. Kelly Murphy Novel
Now Available at Amazon

Graduate medical school, start competitive internship, don’t get cut from the program, become a surgeon. It was a great plan. One Kelly Murphy loved and had dreamed of most of her life… And it was blown to hell in a night with an uninvited bite.
Now she’s missing three days of her life, trying to handle her freaked out best friend and parents who called the police when she went missing, all as she realizes she’s not the same person she was before. She’s different. Like has fangs different.
When he shows up on her doorstep claiming to know what happened to her, Kelly’s not sure that makes things any less confusing. But at least he can guide her, right? Either way, she has a plan and a choice she didn't make won’t stop her… Even if she might have the urge to bite her patients from now on.

EXCERPT“Well then, if I had known that was what it would take to get you to kiss me, I would have opted for that sooner,” he purred. “Come to me, Kelly.”“Come to me? Who says that?” I laughed. Still I found myself crawling on my knees over to him and sitting on my feet right in front of him. I grabbed him behind the head, my other hand went on his shoulder and over to his back. The kiss I gave him was one of my personal bests, if I did say so myself.“I felt that all through my body. Wow,” he whispered against my lips. That reaction caused me to move around him and start to touch his back. Slowly I started to rub his wonderful, firm muscles. “I have never had a woman touch my back like that. Where did you learn to do this?”“I had a friend in high school who was training to teach people how to be a masseuse. He needed people to practice with and I offered. I learned a lot that way.”“Well my regards to your teacher.” He let out a small moan and that was my cue to go back to the card game. I took my seat on the other side of the table and dealt the cards. “Why did you stop?”“I stopped because it would have meant the end of the card game. And I was having fun kicking your over four-hundred-year-old ass,” I replied with a wink.“Really? Well maybe I should pick up my game a bit. Gin.” He gave me another smirk that made me want to stomp my foot like a little kid. “And I’d like my kiss.”“I choose the shot, and if you want a kiss, get your ass over here,” I grumbled like a sore loser. And with that his lips were on mine much faster than I could move. If I could still breathe, it would have taken my breath away. I couldn’t help myself, when he pulled away I pulled him right back and took a deeper kiss. “That one was for free.”“I appreciate it. My deal.” Then he took the cards and tucked my hair behind my ear before he went back to his side of the table. “Are you drunk yet?”“Almost, you?” I asked, grinning like a fool. The man did know how to kiss, I’d give him that.“Yes, hence my switching to removing my clothes in front of you. I really am sure I have never played strip gin before.” He snorted, laughing at his own joke. “I like it and you. Are you upset I turned you?”“I don’t know yet, to be determined. Let’s leave it alone for tonight,” I answered honestly as I grabbed another card. Looking at my hand, I wiggled my eyebrows at him. “Gin, and no kiss this time” After several minutes, and a few more rounds, I was so drunk I started to opt for removing clothing and Brain was down to his boxers. “I’m enjoying the view from over here very, very much.”“The same goes for me. Gin, and I want my kiss,” he chuckled as he showed me his cards. I took off a sock and leaned over the table for a quick kiss. “That does not count as a kiss. That was a peck.” This time I gave him a real kiss that gave me chills all over my body. “Now that was a kiss, Kelly, one I would like to repeat as often as possible.”I lost the next three rounds. Took one shot, then removed my other sock, and jeans very slowly while watching Brian watching me. I thought I saw drool before I said, “Brian, come here and claim your kiss. Unless you don’t want one now that I’m down to bra and thong?”Again, in an instant he was by me, but this time he also picked me up in his arms. I wrapped mine around his neck when he didn’t kiss me immediately. Brian first kissed the base of my throat and worked his way up my neck, little by little. Then he started nibbling on my ear, running his tongue all around it. The moan I let out seemed to be the green light Brian needed to make his move. He had me in my bedroom and on my bed so fast the room blurred.“I want to feel your body beneath me, Kelly. More than I ever wanted to feel a woman’s body. Mo mhile stór,” he hissed while unclasping my bra. Once gone, he had one hand in my hair and the other caressing my chest.“What does that mean?” I asked, letting out a loud groan. He lowered his head to mine, looked right in my eyes, and then touched our lips ever so softly.“It means my thousand treasures. My darling, I want to kiss every inch of your body.” And he did. Each touch and each kiss made me shiver. “Why are you trembling?”“Your hands and kisses are driving me insane,” I panted, even if I didn’t need the air anymore. It seemed old habits really did die hard. “They are cold and everything feels so sensitive. It’s never been like this before.” It seemed he had my panties and his boxers off at the same time. His hands spread my thighs. Then his fingers were everywhere, inside of me while also playing with my sensitive nub. Brian’s mouth and tongue sucked and licked my nipples while my hands grasped his hair as I held on for the ride.After I finished my earth shattering orgasm, I quickly flipped us over so this time I was on top. “Thank you,” I whispered then nibbled on his ear, kissed my way down his neck and chest. I licked all around his perfect abs just to tease him before I took him in my hand.“Rath Dé ort! You thought waiting a year was long, I have waited over a hundred,” he yelled. I knew he was telling the truth since there was no cold wave. “Please do not stop, I love the way you touch me. I love the way you kiss me. Go raibh maith agat, go raibh maith agat!” After he finished, I rolled off him and lay against him as he gently played with my hair and kissed me softly.“What does that all mean?” I asked quietly while rubbing his chest. It was completely smooth, firm, toned, and hairless.“I said god bless you, and thanked you over and over again for giving me such great pleasure. I do have an insatiable appetite, I should warn you. I want more,” he said with a smile and his eyes gleamed. I could spend weeks looking into Brian’s eyes and still never see everything there was to him. I was still thinking about that when he rolled on top of me, wrapped my thigh around his hip, and entered me slowly.
Behind the Scenes
Ø  What is your favorite type of Hero/Heroine to write about? Why?I don’t really have a favorite.  I like writing characters from all walks of life… But I will say that at least one main character always has a large part of me in them. For instance some quirk or flaw that is just very me. Kelly in particular, I have a lot in common with. We’re both middle children who have very complicated relationships with our eldest sibling. She and I both like rules… As long as they make sense. If they don’t, we buck and we bitch until the rules adjust accordingly or we flat out break them!
Ø  Give us an interesting fun fact or a few about your book or series.It was actually the first book I ever wrote long before I was ever published and revamped/edited recently when I revisited the project. I sat down to write it the day I lost another job I hated in corporate America in a shit economy because the company went under… And wrote for over 24 hours, finished the 100+k book in under 2 weeks and immediately started on the sequel. Finishing the rough draft of this novel was one of the proudest moments of my life. I’d never completed any of my stories/writings before besides class assignments, thinking they weren’t good enough to continue and finally I let the negativity go and focused on the story. Ø 
What other books are similar to your own?  What makes them alike?That’s really subjective I’d say. I mean, none to me, but in all fairness any book with a vampire main character. None have my spin and direction for sure. Let me change that up and say I was asked to give the rundown of what shows or movies I blended for the book, not plot, but according to genre, vibe, and dynamic. It took me a while to answer but after a while I ended up with Greys Anatomy and Underworld with a VERY, VERY slight sprinkling of The Prince and Me. They just laughed and agreed that wasn’t a combo they had ever heard of before.
Ø  What tools do you feel are must-haves for writers?Besides the obvious no shititems like computer, printer, paper, keyboard, etc… I’d say duct tape for when they want to snap back at reviews or stupid comments posted by other authors, something to throw at the wall when their characters misbehave, and lots of migraine medicine because while this is art, it is a job and it’s frustrating a lot of the time.
Ø  Where do you as an author draw the line on gory descriptions and/or erotic content?Oh fuck… There’s a line? Shit. No one told me that! Damn, it would have been nice to know when I walked over it… It wouldn’t have stopped me, but I would have waved at least or something!
I don’t believe in lines. Actually, that’s not true, I DO believe in certain lines. There won’t ever be rape for titillation, bestiality, incest, Yaoi, underage sex, etc in ANY of my books. Not ever. Other than those, I don’t believe in lines. I don’t do cookie cutter stories, and keeping things inside of the coloring lines or in a box is the same thing. I close my eyes during the scary parts of a movie because it’s not my thing. I skip ahead in books when they’re into something sexual I’m not. It happens. Not every reader is going to like every page or scene in a 105,000 word book. That doesn’t mean the author should curb the whole story and make it blander. (Can you tell this is a sensitive topic I’m passionate about?)
The way we ended up with new genres is that someone decided they weren’t sticking with the way things were or doing what they were told. I applaud that and to me if I do anything else I’m selling out. I write the story where it takes me, not to what is the middle of the road path that will keep the most people bored. If I’ve not shocked a reader at least once with something in the book, I’ve not done my job and I deserve a spanking.

About
Growing up on the northwest side of Chicago, Erin is a loyal Cubs fan, but she also admits to being a die-hard Green Bay Packers girl. From target practice to candle making, she enjoys an eclectic list of hobbies that feed her outgoing and creative personality.
Feeling unfulfilled with her life in corporate America, Erin decided to pursue her true passion, and her first novella was published in May 2010 under the pseudonym Joyee Flynn. To date, she has published over 70 books in the erotic romance genre, and her dedicated readers eagerly await each installment to her numerous bestselling series. Wanting to give her characters a bit more action, mystery, and adventure, Erin decided to branch out from romance and her Joyee pen name to create successful, strong, independent women with a paranormal twist.
Living near the Rocky Mountains, Erin spends her days curled up on the overstuffed chair with a Mountain Dew and her 8 year old Weimaraner, Marius, at her feet, telling the stories her characters whisper in her ear.  Her love of the written word hasn’t changed much over the years. The only difference is that she no longer has to hide in her closet to read after bedtime.
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Ella Jade Announces Surrender to Me, new release! Yum yum cover!

I’m pleased to announce the release of Surrender to Me, the sequel to Make Me Stay.


What happens when a Dominant falls for his not-so-submissive attorney?
Martin Abrams, owner of Master M's BDSM club, has become unfulfilled with his lifestyle. Ever since his sub, Gracie, left to marry her true love, Martin has lost his way. Living the life of the head Dominant in his circle isn't as appealing as it once was. Something seems to be missing.
Sassy lawyer Arianna Covington relocates to New York City after a humiliating divorce. She's looking for a fresh start when she agrees to become Martin's exclusive attorney. She's intrigued by his domineering personality and wants to know why women kneel at his feet.
Their attraction is undeniable despite Ari's initial beliefs that she will never submit to Martin's desires. But Martin is up for the challenge. Arianna is more than he ever imagined in a woman. He vows to claim her heart, with or without the games. Who will surrender first?
Featuring Cade and Gracie from Make Me Stay.Beachwalk Press Buy Link

Check out the hot and sexy trailer for a peek into the plot.

Excerpt “All the subs act that way around you?” Arianna asked.“It’s the only way they know. It’s what’s expected of them.”“I don’t understand how any woman would bow down like that. It’s not normal.”“Maybe not for you.” Martin understood Arianna’s position. Most who didn’t participate in a Dominant and submissive relationship didn’t get it.“It’s degrading. She can’t use the phone. She’s a grown woman.”“Arianna, this is a lifestyle you can’t possibly comprehend because you know nothing about it. A submissive gets just as much as he or she gives. The arrangement they enter into with a Dom is consensual. Roxy is not forced into being here. Her Dom respects and cares for her. She has a very good life.”“He punishes her.”“When she disobeys. It’s in her contract.”“A contract that can’t possibly be enforced in court.”“Spoken like a true lawyer.” He finished his scotch. “The contract is to protect them both. It lists what is expected of a sub and what the Dominant’s responsibilities are. They outline hard and soft limits. We create a safe, sane, and consensual environment, and that contract maintains trust between the two parties. As long as it is upheld between the parties involved that’s all that matters.”“To each his own, I suppose.” She shrugged. “I’m your real estate attorney. What you do here is none of my business.”Then why are you here, kitten?“I’m very open, Arianna. If you have questions, I’ll be happy to answer them. People should be educated in my lifestyle. It isn’t as uncommon or bizarre as you may think.” He reached for her hand. “I hope you won’t judge me without getting to know me.”“Um, no.” She looked down at their joined hands. He liked the way her cheeks turned colors when he flustered her. “Of course not. This whole environment is different. It’s going to take some getting used to.”“I understand.” He ran his thumb over the soft skin of her hand. “If you’d prefer not to meet here anymore—”“It’s not a problem.”“Very well.” He smiled because as he suspected she wanted to be there. “Will you join me for dinner?”Martin couldn’t remember the last time he’d asked a woman to have dinner with him. He usually just summoned a sub when he was in the mood for company. Gracie was the last woman he’d spent any time with at all. Perhaps it was time to explore his options. Obviously, Arianna would be different than the women he dealt with, but he liked the change. When Gracie left him for Cade everything changed. He hadn’t been interested in another sub. As a matter of fact, he hadn’t been interested in another woman until now.“I’d love to join you for dinner, Mr. Abrams.”“I’d like you to call me Martin.” Allowing people to use his name wasn’t a privilege he granted often, but everything was different with her. He stood from the bar and picked up her briefcase. “I hope you like Italian. I ordered enough for six people. I wasn’t sure what you would want.”“Italian is fine.” She took his extended hand and walked to the back of the club with him. “Why didn’t you just wait and ask what I would want?”“I’m not used to asking.” He motioned for her to take a seat in the huge u-shaped booth that overlooked the Manhattan skyline.“Oh, Martin.” She giggled. He liked the way his name tumbled off her lips. “You have a lot to learn about non-submissive women.”

Surrender to Me is the sequel to Make Me Stay but both books stand alone so the reader can choose to read either one first. You may want to start with Make Me Stay to get the back story.
Both Books available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble and AREElla Jade has been writing for as long as she can remember. As a child, she often had a notebook and pen with her, and now as an adult, the laptop is never far. The plots and dialogue have always played out in her head, but she never knew what to do with them. That all changed when she discovered the eBook industry. She started penning novels at a rapid pace and now she can't be stopped.Ella resides in New Jersey with her husband and two young boys. When she's not chasing after her kids, she's busy writing, attending PTO meetings, kickboxing, and scrapbooking. She hopes you'll get lost in her words.
You can find Ella here…http://ellajadeauthor.blogspot.com/http://www.facebook.com/pages/Ella-Jade-Author/186959391390708?ref=hl

Chrissy Szarek tells us about Hearing Voices of Her Characters! Woo-woo or Oh, yeah?

So, the first time I told my husband my characters talk to me, he told me “They have meds for that.” I just had to giggle. Even though he’s my other half, he struggles to understand me as a writer. It’s difficult. In my experience, that’s pretty common. No one else except another writing can understand fully.  But that’s all right. Because I can still share my stories with the world, whether people like them or not. When people ask me how I decide what to write about, or how a particular story goes, it boils down to this: My characters tell me more often than I decide.I am a pantser, which means I write by the seat of my pants. I don’t plot. I just sit down and write and hope the words flow. Sometimes they do. Sometimes I struggle. Sometimes I think I know what’s going to happen, and they throw me for a loop. Sometimes I’m write and the story follows the lines I assumed they would. But so far, if I listen to them, they let me know what the story will be.  Promise I’m not crazy!When I’ve tried to plot, I haven’t been all that successful. I made decisions and when the story changed, I didn’t deal with the change in my structure. It just stressed me out. So I had to convince myself the way I have been doing things, my process, isn’t wrong. That every writer is different. And that’s OKAY!Whatever works to get the words on the page is the correct way.I guess that’s what I would tell other writers: Don’t mess with what’s not broken.You know how I said my characters talk to me? Well, sometimes they can be difficult. As in…they won’t/don’t SHUT UP! Or give me peace of any kind.One in particular, Cole, the hero of Collision Force (Crossing Forces Book One) feels as if he should be the center of my universe. When I was writing the book, he haunted my dreams. One might think that’s helpful to a pantser like me, but he wouldn’t let me even think about anything else! I suppose it’s handy that he’s so hot. 6’4, black hair, gray eyes, and of course all the right muscles. Hehehe. He’s funny, too, which is always a plus.But I figured I would get relief when I was done with the book. Not so much. I KEPT dreaming about him, and his heroine, Andi. The positive thing in all that is, I suppose that they gave me the idea for a very cute Christmas story!When I moved on to start book two, Cole insisted he needed an “important” role in the book, so for all those who read CF and like him, be assured you will see him in book 2.I’ve always been a writer, but the road to publication has been an adventure. I’m so glad I get to share what’s in my head with readers! READ ON FOR A NIBBLE OF HER NEWEST!
Where to find C.A.: Facebook: www.facebook.com/caszarekWebsite: www.caszarek.comBlog: www.caszarekwriter.blogspot.comTwitter: @caszarek
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5815085.C_A_SzarekEmail: ca@caszarek.com
Bio: C.A. is originally from Ohio, but got to Texas as soon as she could. She is married and has a bachelor's degree in Criminal Justice. 
She works with kids when she’s not writing.
She’s always wanted to be a writer and is overjoyed to share her stories with the world.Sword's Call (King’s Riders Book One) is C.A.'s first book, and published by Gypsy Shadow Publishing. C.A. Collision Force (Crossing Forces Book 1), published by Total-E-Bound Publishing and was released June 28, 2013.
Buylink from TEB: http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=2180&utm_source=focusonfirststrategy&utm_medium=authorpromo&utm_campaign=collisionforce

Copyright, 2013, C.Z. Szarek: All rights reserved

Blurb:Book one in the Crossing Forces series
Bad boy FBI agent and feisty widowed police detective collide pursuing a human trafficker in small town Texas on their way to true love.
Bad boy, married to his job FBI agent Cole Lucas always gets his man. So when the unthinkable happens and one gets away, Cole grits his teeth and hunts human trafficker Carlo Maldonado all the way to Antioch, Texas, where he collides with Detective Andi MacLaren.
Cole doesn’t do small towns and doesn’t get involved with women he works with, but Andi tempts him in ways he doesn’t want to acknowledge.
Two murders, her partner shot and leading the investigation on her own, the last thing Andi needs is a cocky FBI agent who sees her as no more than a tagalong.
Widow and single mother Andi is used to being on her own. When Cole gets stuck without a place to stay, crashing on her couch puts them in dangerous territory.
Attraction and passion bring Andi to a place she’d left behind when her husband died. Her three-year-old son quickly wiggles his way into Cole’s heart, and he starts contemplating things—family, love—that he’d never planned for himself.
Can being forced to work together make them stronger or will their differences jeopardise their case and their hearts?


Excerpt One:Cole cursed. He stared into the rear-view mirror in the busy parking lot, but saw nothing. He’d been so close this time. The damn local police were breathing down his neck, and thatwas the last thing he wanted…or needed. Cooperation, my ass. They needed to get the hell out of his case. He’d been too involved for too long, and he wasn’t about to let some Podunk police chief tell him what to do.Not to mention that dumbass detective getting himself shot. Cole didn’t need the locals piecing it all together. He had to wrap up a few things before letting them in on his case. Full disclosure wasn’t on his list at all.That bastard Maldonado had got away from him. Even two months later, that still chapped. But he’d tracked him here and been in town a few weeks with no clues. Until the shooting. Two goons dead and a police detective shot twice. And Maldonado had slipped back into the shadows. Cole’s gut told him the coward was still in town… He hadn’t—or couldn’t—move on. But where the hell was he?Cole’s cell phone rang, yanking him from his thoughts.“Lucas,” he said.“Where the hell are you?” Olivia Barnes, his supervisor, barked at him. “Chief Martin called screaming at me. He said you told him to kiss your ass? What the hell, Cole? I told you to cooperate with them.” Cole snorted. Chief Martin had misquoted him, but not by much.“I don’t need them, Olivia.”“Oh, don’t Olivia me. This was an order from higher up. Get that through your thick skull, dammit. Get to that station and make nice. Now.” Cole sighed. His boss didn’t respond. Though her tone had brooked no argument, he’d been tempted to tell her to kiss his ass. It wasn’t like his record wasn’t tainted, and it wouldn’t have been the first time he’d told her off. But he held his tongue. He was damn good at his job, and Olivia knew it. Cole would play along, for now.“All right,” he answered. Olivia was silent on the other end of the phone. Too silent.“All right?”“You’ve ordered me, correct?” Cole said dryly. He could almost hearher eyes narrow.“Just like that?”“Just like that. C’mon, Liv, I can be a good boy.”She harrumphed. “Okay. Go kiss Chief Martin’s ass.”“Can’t promise that, but I will go to the station.”“Good. I can’t afford any more damage control, Agent Lucas.” Uh oh, Agent Lucas? “Sounds like a warning.”“It is.” Olivia lowered her voice. “I don’t want to have to yank you off the case, Cole.” Like that would happen. “I’ll call you later.” She started to say something, but he ended the call imagining her outraged expression—one he was quite familiar with. He smirked. Yes, he would play along…for now.The drive to the station was short, but didn’t alleviate his irritation with the whole damn situation. He slammed the car door and winced, berating himself. He loved this car. Cole patted the hood in apology, admiring the brand new, deep metallic blue Dodge Challenger. It looked mean as hell. Like it was made for him. He’d even contemplated keeping it when this was all over.He groaned when he took in the smallish Antioch, Texas police station, but headed inside. The asshole desk sergeant practically growled when he introduced himself, as did Chief Martin over the intercom. He ran into the female, literally, right after Sergeant Asshole-of-the-year had finally acknowledged his existence and buzzed him into the back. And although his head smarted, seeing a beautiful woman was the highlight of his morning.“Whoa, sorry,” she said, smiling. Her chestnut hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she had the bluest eyes he’d ever seen. She was tall and slender, and he liked what he saw. She was wearing a white button-down dress shirt and snug khaki pants, and the outfit was somehow incredibly sexy. Cole almost missed the paddle holster at her waist, but when he saw it, he couldn’t help but admire her subtly rounded hips. Her badge was on a chain around her neck, swaying gently with her movements. A detective.“No, I’m sorry. You all right?” he answered, trying to tear his eyes away.“Sure. You?” He nodded. Cole bent and helped her retrieve the scattered case file contents. He latched onto a crime scene photo. Not only was she a detective, she was working his case—the pictures were all-too-familiar evidence. No doubt the local case was tied to his. He bit back a cringe.“Ah, I don’t think we’ve met.” They both straightened and she thanked him for his help. He tried not to stare at the items in her arms.“Oh, I guess not. Detective Andi MacLaren. Nice to meet you.” She held out her right hand, but he couldn’t help but glance at her left before accepting her shake. No wedding ring. Good.“Andi, huh?” He met her eyes.“Well, it’s Andrea, but not even my mother calls me that.” She smiled. Instinct told him she was a no muss, no fuss, hard-working kind of girl. Not overly feminine, but extremely appealing. A smattering of freckles spread across her high cheekbones and trailed over her nose. She wore little or no makeup—that drew him as well. Not his normal type at all, but gorgeous.“And you are?” she prompted. Cole jolted to attention. He’d been staring. And she looked as if she was oblivious. Should that bother him? Yes. Women always noticed him.“Special Agent Cole Lucas, FBI.” Her eyes widened, then she flashed a grin that could have only been called impish. It rivalled one he was known to give from time to time. “You’reAgent Lucas? You’ve had Chief in a tizzy all morning.” Was that admiration in her tone? He smiled back. “Guilty,” he admitted, winking at her.“Agent Lucas,” Chief Martin shouted from the doorway to his office. Cole caught Detective MacLaren’s eye and shrugged. “Guess I’m being summoned.” She chuckled. “Hope to catch you later…Andi.” He flashed a grin, then trotted towards the angry police chief before she could answer.

TODAY! HIS DELECTABLE COOK: in the dining room, on the kitchen table, on the floor...

Because you need a nibble!

            I am so delighted to debut my cover for my late Regency-early Victorian, HIS DELECTABLE COOK. Don't you think this is wonderful? Lickable? Tempting?            The story stars a young woman who answers an advert for a position as cook to the new earl.            Does she know he is such a rogue?            Does she anticipate that he likes to share his women with his staff and his younger brothers?            Might our little cook relish the very idea?
            You must come and learn.            No date yet for this single release. But it is in the anthology, AT YOUR SERVICE, for Total-e-bound.com released June 30!Need a nibble?Of course you do!Copyright, Cerise DeLand 2013.
     "Bess Deveraux stood before her new employer, prim as a blushing bride, which she most definitely was not, and proud as the virago she wished to become. And all because the man she faced was precisely the type of master she had yearned for since she first discovered the joys her body could give her six long years ago. He embodied all the essential qualities she desired in a lord and master: He was handsome, self-possessed, filthy rich and scandal-ridden. At the moment, he was also astonished at her appearance before him. The tick in his left cheek told that tale.     “Mrs O’Brien assures me you are qualified for my household.” Lord Taryn Wentworth sat, loose-boned, maddeningly louche, in a large leather chair examining her from across his sun-dappled library.Betty flushed with pride at her accomplishment to jump the gauntlet of the acerbic housekeeper and appear before him as the woman’s choice for the cook’s position. The servant had riddled her with questions for hours about her previous experience and her employers.   “She informs me you are experienced with supper parties and balls.” One long well-muscled leg across the other, Wentworth pursed his full lips together as his searing sapphire eyes assessed her chin, her throat and her bosom in the cook’s shapeless white attire.   At his gravelly base voice, Betty refrained from shifting on her feet as her nipples peaked high and hard against the rough cotton of her new uniform. She was so right not to have donned a corset this morning. Nor worn any pantalets. After all, she had taken this position to be free of all social restraints.   “Betty!” Mrs. O’Brien chastised her to respond to the man who had recently inherited this Mayfair house, an older pile in Dorset, an earldom and twenty thousand a year income. “Do answer his lordship.”   Betty locked eyes with him, the rogue. “I was not aware it was a question.”   “Careful, girl,” O’Brien growled.   Betty caught his lordship fighting a smile. “Yes, of course. Pardon me, Went— “ No, not so familiar, Bess!“Sorry, my lord. I am very accomplished at preparing party menus. Game, beef, puddings.”   “Red snapper?”   Betty suppressed a chuckle at his lewd reference. How like the scoundrel to try to make her laugh. “I have it on good authority that my fish is superbly prepared. Always in a savoury sauce.”   He rubbed his lower lip with the tip of one index finger. “How are your sweet things?”   When properly prepared? “They melt in your mouth.”   “Tempting,” he conceded with a tour of her body from generous breasts to tiny waist and the length of her legs. She had heard his eyes could scald and titillate. Her cunny swelled with the proof. “And what of your cakes? Do you work with chocolate?”   “I can bake one for you, my lord.”   “Frosted?”    Irritable and commanding this morning, are we, my lord Wentworth? Hmm. “Of course. Marzipan. Vanilla glaze. Whatever you—“   “What do you do with strawberries? Peaches?”   The devil. Her nipples pebbled like strawberries. Eager to have those luscious lips of his sucking them. And her peaches? She squeezed her pussy walls together. Yes. Her peaches were plump and ready to be bitten into. “Such delicacies, I offer ripe and sugared with—”   “Ices?” he cut her off with a narrowing of his sparkling eyes and a shift in his chair.   Uncomfortable, my lord?  This is your fault, you realize. You did ask. “Yes. Sculptured, my lord. Swans, birds and—“   “I see,” he said though what he was looking at was her nipples peaking against the muslin uniform.    “Where did you learn to carve ice?”   “In the house where I grew up, my dearest friend was the cook.”   His cool façade fell from his face at hearing this tidbit. “Was your friend, the sculptress, also expert with her dishes?”   “A fine chef, my lord. My father became enchanted with her finesse and claimed no one could make a soufflé that compared. I learned much from her.”   “Such as?”   Ah. You taunt me at your own risk, Wentworth. “She declared if one fed a man what he loved, he would return, hungry forevermore.”   “Astute of her.” He, over the shock of gazing at her heart-shaped face and limpid eyes, grew more relaxed. Even jovial.   “True, my lord.” Betty rocked back on her heels, bolder now that she had him in conversation. “She was most particular instructing me on how to prepare any organ from a large animal, most especially his brain.”   He arched a brow at her. “For example, what?”   “How to tenderize a big piece of meat.” She used her hands illustrating her passion to pull and draw on one specific part of a male animal.   O’Brien cleared her throat.   Betty clasped her hands behind her back, rising on her toes and thrusting out her heavy breasts. “I roast a succulent duck, as well. Do you like duck, my lord?”   “I appreciate all things succulent, Betty.” He flashed a smile at her, a rueful twitch of that libertine’s mouth. One Bess had to trace and taste very soon. “Leave us, Mrs. O’Brien.”   “My lord, I depart here in the morning for the house in Dorset as you requested,” the housekeeper bit off her words, miffed at her dismissal from this interview, “but I have not yet discussed the menu with her for tomorrow evening and with a new butler and footman—“   “I will tell her what to serve.” Wentworth waved the woman toward the door, though his gaze locked on Betty’s. “She will inform you after I am done with her. You may go to your duties, Mrs. O’Brien.” 

Malia Mallory's got a nibble for us of her new one, HER WISH, HIS COMMAND

   Thank you so much for having me as a guest today!   Her Wish, His Commandis the third book in the  Dominating BDSM Billionaires Series. His Need, Her Desire (Book 1) is currently free at most online retailers. His Desire, Her Surrender (Book 2) hit bestseller lists in the United States, United Kingdom, Canada and Australia. Look for His Passion, Her Temptation(Book 4) in July 2013.*****His Need, Her Desire (Book 1) is currently FREE at most retail outlets.Amazon | Amazon UK| Barnes & Noble | iTunes | All Romance | Kobo | Bookstrand*****Her Wish, His Command Blurb   Doctor Anna Foster may just get what she wants: sexy fellow researcher Jonah Granger. She's been in love with him for years, but Jonah has always been more interested in work at his family's business, Granger Pharma, than romance. Now that they've admitted their attraction, Anna may even be able to tell him what she really wants: to submit to him.    But Granger Pharma faces a hostile takeover. Sensitive data and samples are missing from Anna and Jonah's lab; it may be corporate espionage. Everyone is under suspicion and, and they're even beginning to question each other. Anna must discover the truth if she's going to save both her job and her relationship with the man she dreams of serving.
*****Her Wish, His Command Excerpt  Jonah sipped from his cup. "This coffee is better than usual. What did you do?"  "I washed out the pot and filter?" Anna laughed and threw her braid back over her shoulder. Wasn't playing with hair supposed to be a flirty thing to do? She glanced into Jonah's eyes and saw his pupils dilate ever so slightly.   Jonah placed his cup on the counter. "I usually just dump the old coffee."   Anna reached to top him off, making sure she grazed him again. She turned and put the coffee pot back in its place. Her hip bumped him.   "Anna?" he asked in a deep, questioning tone.   "Yes?" She paused. "Jonah?" She drew his name out on her tongue.   His eyes locked with hers. "What's this about?"   Anna broke eye contact as his scrutiny became too intense. "What's what about?"   "This." He gestured toward her. "Is this about yesterday?"   Anna wasn't sure where to go with her plan. "Yesterday?" She feared her manner gave the impression of stupid instead of coy.   "Yes, yesterday. We had a moment, for lack of a better term. Is this some game?"   Anna straightened. "Game? What is that supposed to mean?" Her voice lost its teasing edge.   "It means that either you are trying to needle me or maybe … maybe you want something?"   Anna frowned. "Those are the only two explanations?"   Jonah considered for an instant. "Anna, you're not interested in me, are you?"   Anna thumped her mug on the counter. "Of course not." Color rose in her face.   "Anna, about yesterday. I didn't mean to be unprofessional." His apologetic manner unnerved her.   "You were not unprofessional," Anna bit out. What a disaster. Was he going to say something kind?    Anna didn't think she could bear the embarrassment.   Jonah took her hand lightly in his. Her hand trembled, and Anna was sure he felt it. "Are you afraid?"     He looked into her eyes. "Or aroused?"   Anna swayed as his calloused thumb stroked her palm. The lab seemed to shrink, the walls gathering close around them.   He tugged on her hand, bringing to his lips. He nipped her fingertip.   Anna struggled to remain impassive as her blood surged. She sensed she hadn't fooled Jonah with her imperfect façade of calm.   A predatory masculine smile crossed his face. "I see." He sucked her fingertip into his mouth.*****Her Wish, His Command is available for preview and purchase at the following online retailers.Amazon | Amazon UK| Barnes & Noble | iTunes | All Romance | Kobo | Bookstrand*****Malia Mallory BiographyMalia Mallory lives in Hawaii with her husband and daughter. She's been working with words since alphabet blocks rolled into her crib, not only writing her own work but copy editing and proofreading the work of others. She has loved to read about relationships since she first sneaked off with her mother's Harlequin.Malia Mallory is the best-selling author of The ABCs of Erotica series, which covers the erotic spectrum from BDSM to ménage and everything in between. More releases in the series are on the way. She has also released the Mia's Cop Craving series and Santa's Backdoor Baby. Malia’s books have hit the bestselling erotica lists at both Amazon and iTunes. Her books are available in electronic format at majorConnect with Malia Mallory:
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Ella Laurance Gives Us THE ART OF PLEASURE! An Excerpt you will adore!

Available Amazon, ARe, and Totalebound.com
Billionaire Trevor Dewey worships the ground his wife Marie walks on. After ten years of marriage, she’s still the centre of his existence. If she falls in love with a painting, he will buy it. And if she falls in lust with his personal assistant, Callum, he will fly them personally to his private island. Trevor, however, isn’t the kind of man to stand aside and let Marie and Callum have all the fun. He knows that anticipation makes for even more pleasure.
What about a nice and very much adult excerpt of The Art of Pleasure? He rested his fingers against his crotch, knowing all too well it would draw Marie’s attention to the outline of his hard-on. “You have any idea what the thought of watching you and my personal assistant fucking does to me?” “You care to give me a hands-on demonstration?” Before he could answer, she was on her knees in front of him, teasing the fly of his dress pants with her fingers. “You have one deliciously dirty mind, Trevor, and one big cock I’m going to suck until you fill my mouth with the best-tasting spunk any man has on offer, and believe me, I’ve tasted a lot of the stuff.” While talking she opened the button and zipper. “Unless you prefer my pussy over my mouth, of course.” “Am I supposed to choose? You cruel creature…” She traced her tongue over the full length of his erection, then looked up at him and said, “Nah, I’ll give you both, a nice blow job now and a quickie in the morning.” She curled her hand, warm and firm, around the shaft of his cock and it made Trevor shiver with anticipation. She had never been afraid to touch him, not even at the very beginning… “Your cock is different from any other cock I’ve held in my hand,” she said. “I would recognise it blindfolded.” He knew that she would say it, he trusted her to say those words, and he understood their meaning. You are special to me. With you, I share something I’ll never share with anybody else.Her lips around the rim of the crown, her tongue playing with the slit was enough for Trevor to set all thoughts aside and concentrate on the here and now. Then, without even a hint of warning, she went all the way down until she had taken the complete shaft in. Was it even humanly possible to do this? Trevor threaded his fingers through Marie’s silky hair and he bowed his head towards her to take in her bewitching scent. She had explained all the nuances of perfume to him, but he still had no words to describe the subtle, layered play of her fragrance. A master perfumer had composed this bouquet especially for Marie. It was truly unique. He wasn’t in the market to brag about his physical prowess, but Trevor was aware of the length and width of the average penis in erection, and he was anything but average. Yet Marie hummed in contentment while she played every trick in the book with her lips and tongue. If that wasn’t enough to send a man to heaven and straight back, then surely her playing with his testicles should do the trick. No, he didn’t blame himself for shooting his load in record time, as if he was nothing but a teenage boy, jerking off while fantasising about the one-year-older—and totally unreachable—girl next door. He silently stroked her honey-blonde hair while she gently licked the shaft of his cock clean. She didn’t have to overcome any aversion to swallow every single drop, because she genuinely loved the taste of his cum. If she was able to pretend or lie, he had never seen her do it once. Make no mistake, she was kind in her honesty when she didn’t care about something, but if she said she liked something or someone, then that was how it was. After a while, he caught his breath again and was able to string a sentence together. “I know you’re horny right now from sucking me. I see it in your eyes, smell it on your skin. Why not bring yourself off while I’m watching?” Marie stood up, sashayed to the comfortable chair on the other side of the coffee table, took off her knickers and sat down. She put her feet on the edge of the chair and spread her thighs to reveal the most intimate part of her body. She didn’t tease in an attempt to seduce Trevor once more. His body was sated and he simply enjoyed the visual beauty of his wife pleasuring herself. “Talk to me…” he pleaded. The husky tone of her voice betrayed how horny she was. “If I hadn’t been wearing underwear, my juices would have trickled down my legs. I became so hot from blowing you. Oh, I know, you’re a true gentleman and so careful with me, but are you going to cradle my head in your hands while Callum fucks my throat?” With the fingers of her left hand she circled and rubbed the hard little nub of her clitoris. Her harsh breathing gave away how close she was to coming. “Will you feed me your cock as he takes me from behind? Will you take me while his spunk drips from my cunt? Will you look into my eyes while I come by another man’s cock and I’ll say ‘I love you’ and he and you and I know the words are only meant for you?” “I will.” Those two simple words were enough to push her over the edge. He watched her whole body tense up, how her sweet face looked up at him as if she wanted to share something that by its very nature had to remain a secret. She trusted him enough to show him her vulnerability, her pure openness to his gaze. Witnessing her fulfilment made him feel richer than the knowledge that his net worth had risen again that day.
Blurb Marie Dewey collects paintings and sexual experiences with different men, and her billionaire husband Trevor loves nothing more than to fulfil all her wishes…Billionaire Trevor Dewey has two great talents—making money and loving his wife, Marie. Marie, in her turn, has two great loves—her husband and art. She's also a sexual freethinker who enjoys one-night stands with other men in the company of her own husband.Trevor wants nothing more than to make his wife happy, so when she falls in lust with his personal assistant and best friend, Callum, and Callum returns her feelings, he decides to take both of them to his private island off the coast of Scotland for a weekend of sex. And both men will bring Marie to severalunbelievable heights of pleasure during one weekend.All three know this will be a one-time thing only before life returns to normal. The Art of Pleasure is available here: Amazon   http://www.amazon.com/The-Art-of-Pleasure-ebook/dp/B00D46F87W/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1371116002&sr=1-1&keywords=Ella+Laurance AllRomance  https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-theartofpleasure-1216570-356.html Total E-Boundhttp://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?P_ID=2137  About Ella Laurance: The real life version of Ella Laurance was born and raised in Rotterdam and never really left. She studied (social) history and has done a small assortment of jobs and voluntary work. But writing has been the main theme through all of it.She’s been with her wife since 1981, and together they have raised two sons. There are also cats. And books. Lots of books.Ella Laurance also publishes as S. Dora and R.A. Padmos.

A day at the spa? Check our AT YOUR SERVICE anthology, my newest!

Between TODAY and June 10th June inclusive only!!!
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Here is the link to the landing page giving the information:
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My short is in here, HIS DELECTABLE COOK, a Regency about a cook who...isn't and an earl...who wasn't...and their foes who are DASTARDLY!But it is an M/M/F/M!  Yes! A Quatre!yumyumyum.Cover anyone? 

4.5 Stars for CONQUERING ZEUS, my Navy SEAL in LUV!

Getting some LUV for Zeus, my US Navy SEAL in love love love with a tv reporter whom he saved from terrorists!

This is in the best-selling SEALs on FIRE series I did with my best buddies.

Thanks to Nina's Reading and Reviewing for my
4.5 STARS!!!
And here is her review:
http://niinas-reading-and-reviewing.blogspot.fi/2013/04/review-conquering-zeus.html
'Conquering Zeus' is part of the 'SEALs on Fire' Anthology 

"Getting in the party mood for a weekend away with his SEAL teammates is no easy deal for "Zeus" Calderon. He's hung up on a woman he saved from terrorists months ago, but he should be able to forget a gutsy blonde reporter who showed resilience and humor under fire. Shouldn't he?

Kim Stansfield got the instant hots for the hunky Navy SEAL who led her out of harm's way—and she's got proof Zeus feels the same about her. He’s stubborn, but she's devised a plan to conquer him.

When she shows up in Key West and surprises him on the beach, Zeus learns that once in a lifetime a man meets a woman he can't forget—and every day without her is no easy day."  ~ From Goodreads


I love a good love story! And Zeus and Kim had one, what I also love is when a hero is naked a better part of the book. ;) Seriously, very comfortable with his body Zeus, spent the first 65% of the book butt ass naked, except for the occasional condom, and I loved it, especially how slightly uncomfortable it made Kim. I loved that Zeus had rescued her before and couldn't get him mind off her, it was both hot and so sweet!

Cerise Deland has created quite the pair with Zeus and Kim, both smart, brave and gutsy! Zeus a hot mexican american, big as a god guy who had a tender spot of one bold reporter was a joy to read! As was Kim, can't find one fault in her, I loved the fact she was ill, which brought forth the protective side of Zeus, as it was under control with medication it gave her softness that her tough-as-nails attitude needed.

The romance was addictive, seeing Zeus see an opening to swoop in and make her love him, and Kim worrying he only wanted a fling caused yummy misunderstandings and also made the romance more hot! I also loved the epilogue, it was a sweet ending to the hot beginning.

Did I mention Zeus is naked over half of the book? I though you should know. Also look at the cover, absolutely yummy!

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Have you read about Zeus?
He is one hunk of a man.
From south Texas.
From a large Tejano family and yeah, his first name is...Jesus. Pronounced in Spanish, it approaches the sounds of, "Hey, Zeus!"
Hence, his SEAL nickname. Yeah, those boys are merciless.
So is Kim the woman who loves him and surprises him in Florida with a big confession.
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Excerpt, CONQUERING ZEUSby Cerise DeLand, 2012-3. All rights reserved.Pissed at himself for leaving Coyote and Ghost at the rockin’ Friday night beach bar scene hours earlier at Sunset Pier, he pushed through his temper and used it as fuel. Of all the women in all the joints in the world, the blonde bombshell who doesn’t walk in there tonight is the one I want. He pounded through the waves, spotting someone lean and female strolling the beach with a sizable dog.They were harmless. He had jumped in naked. No matter. Whoever it was would be long gone by the time he hauled his bare ass up the sands toward the house.He angled for the shore, fighting memories of doing a door-to-door in an Egyptian shantytown to find her. His team had landed the night before, marched hours over abandoned desert to the tribesmen’s village, then fanned out to search for her and her two fellow hostages. Amid machine gun fire, he discovered her in a tin-roof lean-to, weary and weak, dehydrated, blindingly beautiful and bravely smiling at him in her filthy rags. “Keep your head down,” he had whispered, pushing her to sit beneath the edge of the window in the hovel where the Bedouin tribesman had tied her to the post of an old iron bed frame.With a classic profile, Nordic and tall, Kim Stansfield, reporter and hostage, stared at him, sunburned and dazed from hunger and thirst. Despite her dire condition, she smiled, pointing at his face and the green and brown desert camouflage paint that disguised his features. “Are you wearing make-up?”“What? You don’t like a man to wear foundation?” He fluttered his lashes at her, whipped an MRE drink from his vest and shoved it toward her. “Guzzle this.”Grasping the pouch with shaking hands, she downed it while he sawed off her chains with his Spyderco blade. She coughed, choked, then hacked some of it back up. “Cancel the guzzle. Sip it. Let me see how fit you are.” He ran his hands over her body, checking for sprains or injuries from beatings. God knew what these animals had done to a blonde Western woman who didn’t suit their ideals for dress or habits. After seven days of captivity, her body was still sleek, but limp from lack of nutrition. Outside, the rat-tat-tat of machine gun fire and bursts from his buddies’ Sig Sauers told him his team had run into her captors and it was his job to snatch her and run.“I can’t go with you,” she rasped, wiping drops of the liquid from the corner of her mouth with the sleeve of her dirty linen abaya.The hell you can’t. He shot her a look that spoke his thoughts. But hostages, especially women, needed assurances. He knew how to do that. Grandmothers, mother, sisters and cousins.  He had gentled them all.  The only man in a huge Tex-Mex family since his father had passed away when he was a baby, Jesus “Zeus” Calderon knew how to talk to women. “You’ll be fine. Do as I say.”This female, he knew, tended not to follow anyone’s orders. Not her newspaper editor’s. Not the American government’s. He had studied her top-notch professional background and her tough-as-nails character, all as part of his team’s mission prep. She might look like a runway model, but she was an Amazon in spirit and truth. Though she hailed from preppy American and crusty British diplomatic stock, Kimberly Morran Stansfield was a dare devil, thirty-one-year old investigative journalist who spoke fluent Arabic and had used her excellent skills to file stories from Bengazi and Cairo during the Arab Spring. For more than three years in the Middle East, she had strolled through gunfire, air strikes and riots. Seven days ago, while working an angle on famine in Egypt after the overthrow of Mubarak, she had been abducted and held for ransom by a renegade tribe of Bedouin. “You don’t understand,” she objected, clutching his shirt in one fist. “They expected you. Planned for you.” She coughed again and he fretted about how deeply the spasms wracked her. “They’ll kill my cameramen Johnson and Hassan if you take me. Said they’d torture them first.”“No, they won’t.”“But—““We’re getting your two guys. No worries. Then we’re putting down your captors.”“How many are you?” she asked, the reverence in her voice a prayer.“Enough.” He smiled at her then and it was as if the sun multiplied into a thousand more when she grinned back at him. “Drink all of that. Fast as you can. It’s got your meds in there.”She had a chronic condition of high red platelets. That was the reason the SEALs had come for her and her two colleagues as quickly as they had. Delay by even two more days and she would have died. Besides, this particular group of Bedouins had shown their hand at violence last year when they had kidnapped a French female television commentator. That woman they had brutally tortured and killed. Without a cause, save their own enrichment, this nomadic group tried to ransom those whom they abducted. And they always abducted women. “They’re cowards,” he told her as he checked her bare feet, concluding he would simply carry her with him. “And they’re dead meat.”Laughing hoarsely, she put a hand to her temple and swayed in delight. “Woosy. Think I’ve had too much to drink. Can you do that? Take them all?”“My only job is you.”She had laughed then, giddy with the strength of the MRE. Drawing his face down to hers, she planted a big fat kiss on his cheek. “Color me grateful, SEAL of my heart. Your wish is my command.”

Natalie Acres rips it up with new installment of COWBOY BOOTS, BDSM M/F! Oh wow!

From the Siren-Bookstrand bestselling ménage romantic thriller series, Cowboy Boots, comes a new division of the Underground Unit and an unforgettable M/F BDSM romantic thriller.
International bestselling eBook and trade paperback author Natalie Acres presents a new line of BDSM novellas for her Cowboy Boots series. Known for writing ménage BDSM thrillers and western contemporaries, Natalie introduces The Underground Club starting with Underground-Las Vegas and a familiar operative many readers grew to love in Cowboy Boots and Unfinished Business. 
Readers following the Cowboy Boots series will we see recognizable faces in The Underground Clubs. They’ll also soon meet a number of new sexy Alpha Underground Unit operatives as well. 
Some extraordinary surprises are in store for readers of BDSM M/F erotic romances so grab a cool beverage, load up your favorite e-reader, and replenish those batteries in your favorite toy. We’re all set for an explosive new novella debuting at Siren Publishing on June 3rd! 


Start with Book One in the Cowboy Boots series or pick up your copy of Cowboy Boots and Inexpressible Longing and follow The Underground Clubs saga, a new beginning for the Underground Unit operatives with more installments on the way! 

 http://www.bookstrand.com/natalie-acres Reviews for Cowboy Boots The Cowboy Boots Series~2011 Nominee for Best Series All Around
                in LR Cafe's Loop “4.5 STARS: "Cowboy Boots and Untamed Hearts is ménage to a degree not normally seen. The sex scenes of BDSM are not for the faint of heart but they are all consensual. The intricate nuances of relationships play out against a backdrop of danger that adds even more spice to this red hot offering... AlexJouJou,  Manic Readers “If you like cowboys, horses, men and sex that pushes the envelope, you're in for a helluva ride with Cowboy Boots & Untamed Hearts!"  -- Rie McGaha, Rie's Reviews“Very seldom will you find an erotic romance with such a deep and pain-filled thread running throughout. Kelsie’s cancer touches all of the characters in this story, and you get a close and intimate look at how it tears at the heart and soul of these five men, as well as the newcomer, Veronica. The pain and suffering is not sugar-coated at all but then neither is the heat and passion they all share…" -- Lototy,Coffee Time Romance & More