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April 16, 2018
Her Husband’s Army Buddy (McLeod Security #1) by Doris O’Connor (@mamad8)
Thanks so much for hosting my new release today. Her Husband’s Army Buddy is out now, and the first in a new series called McLeod Security.
Like so many of my stories, this one started as a flash on my blog. Little did I know then, that it would evolve into a series. When I expanded the flash, it was to be a short story in honor of one of my reader’s birthdays. The Sandy in the story 
April 14, 2018
Spotlight on Beer Goggles by Ava Campbell (@AvaCampbellBook @romancerebels69) #downanddirty #getdirty
Down and Dirty
Coming May 22!!
Published by: Romance Rebels Publishing
Cover Artist: Sinfully Sweet Designs
*****
BLURB:
Get in, get down…and get filthy with these sexy, hardworking, blue-collar heroes who don’t mind when things get a little dirty at work or at play.
This collection of 22 brand new stories from USA Today and International Best-Selling authors is full of scorching hot romance tales that will be sure to leave you breathless for more. These men work hard and play even harder.
From cops to mechanics, miners to brewmasters, they aren’t afraid to go all in. At the end of the day, when they find the woman who completes them, they learn love and life can be as messy as their day jobs…and they wouldn’t have it any other way.
Featuring stories from: Lori King, Maia Dylan, Sarah Marsh, Elena Kincaid, Cecile Tellier, London Saint James, Bella Settarra, Rose Nickol, RL Merrill, Ashley Malkin, Lucy Felthouse, Scarlett J Rose, Sydney Lea, CR Moss, Samantha A. Cole, Danielle James, Ava Campbell, Eva Moore, Kimberlie L. Faye, Sabrina Sol, Nikki Prince, and Mia Hopkins
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*****
Beer Goggles By Ava Campbell
BLURB:
Connor Callahan did his best work when it came to beer and babes. As long as live was full of laughs, he was good. It wasn’t until some hot shot journalist started asking questions that his past that he’d tried so hard to forget came back to haunt him.
Allison Drake, top notch reporter was bumped down to do a fun and leisure piece about a bar and new up and coming brew master. She was going to do everything in her power to hurry things along and go back to the big city where she belonged.
However, a car accident, and a few beers later, things change between them. Things aren’t always as black and white as they were before. Can the two of them face the truth about themselves, and be open to the future, or will they both live life with their beer goggles on?
*****
EXCERPT:
Allison had one job to do, and it seemed she had gotten everything she needed for the story, and then some. Taking the drink Conner gave her, she sipped it, enjoying the taste and the coolness calming her throat after talking so long. It seemed that he and the bar had a very large following. It was an easy piece to write, in fact, she could have it done by tonight and sent off. That was if she wanted to leave right away. Something called to her in this little town, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city she had grown up in. Connor wasn’t a bad way to spend the night either. It had been a while since she had been with anyone, even though she was with Doyle not that long ago. The sexual draw just wasn’t there, but Connor, now she could almost see herself getting tangled up in the sheets with him and not coming up for air for a long time. Too bad he was just a playboy type and not one to stay long term. Maybe that was just what she needed. Some way to let off all the stress and drama that came with her job.
Her phone buzzed indicating she had a text. Pulling it out, she felt her once happy mood crumble as the message was from Doyle asking when she was coming back and to have drinks when she returned, again. Damn it, couldn’t she just get a break for at least a weekend?
“Boyfriend bugging you about being away from home?” He asked, bumping her shoulder playfully as he sat next to her on an empty bar stool.
“No, I mean, shit I don’t know. He’s not my boyfriend, well he was, I guess it’s complicated. Anyway, so yea.” She let her statement float away while taking a large drink of her beer, begging the liquor to do its job and dull her senses, even for a night.
“Well, if it means anything, he’s an idiot. And you should totally send him a barfing emoji.” Turning to look at him, she laughed. What was he? She hadn’t used emojis in forever, not that she really had anyone to send them to.” He swiped her phone out of her hand, calling a number, his and then hung up. Watching what he was doing, she waited while he fiddled with his screen. Her phone buzzed, and a silly face popped up next to a beer. Oh my god, that was too funny.
“See they can be funny and totally fit the situation. Now you send me one. I promise I won’t judge.” Wanting to play his little game, she hit the icon on her phone and scrolled looking at different ones before finding two people high fiving each other. This went back and forth for a while until something bothered her.
“Hey, why do they have the eggplant? Who would send that?”
“You’re so cute and innocent. Normally it is about someone’s cock.” She spat her beer and totally understood it now. That was too funny.
“So, do we start referring to someone’s junk as an eggplant. Is that what you call yours?” feeling braver as time went on, she felt more comfortable with asking odd questions she normally wouldn’t.
“Nah. I call mine the truth.” His eyes twinkled as he smirked.
Huh, okay, she would bite this time. “The truth?”
“Oh yeah, because the truth hurts.” At that, she busted up laughing. Holy shit this man was funny. “Oh, come on, now you can’t ever think of something with truth in it without thinking about my large cock.” She was not going to anymore. Yet he continued to go on with various movie references and titles. “I want the truth. You can’t handle the truth.” “The truth shall set you free.” Oh god. She was laughing so hard at this point, she had to pee. Excusing herself, she went to freshen up. Quickly as she could, she went back to the bar, only to see her seat was taken by a beautiful raven-haired woman, with a perfect body and leaning on Connor. He was smiling brightly at her, calling for a drink from Jett. She hadn’t been gone that long. Guess he was just like she thought, a playboy. All about the beer and some babes. Only she was a pawn floating around trying to be something she wasn’t, writing a story about his place. Fine. She didn’t need to stay where she wasn’t really wanted. Taking some money out of her wallet, she put it on the end of the bar, away from Connor, nodding to Jett and walked out the door, avoiding getting seen.
She was going to finish the story, drive home, and go back to where things were normal. Where she was normal. Boring for sure, but normal, whatever that meant anymore.
*****
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Ava Campbell is a writer, reader and romance lover.
For Ava, her men can be bikers, hitman, lawmen, or brewmasters…it doesn’t matter as long as he’s a bad boy with a heart of gold. So join her as she take you on the ride of your life where she proves a kiss is worth a thousand words!
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April 13, 2018
Impossible by Allyson Young
Blurb:
Both being extremely independent and familiar with rejection, Celeste Hill and Elliot Godwin have a short but intense time together, something very special.
She heads off to a coveted job, leaving him to puzzle out how he might pursue a connection he’d never dreamed of having. And, despite pursuing her dream, Celeste can’t stop thinking about Elliot and what might have been.
Returning home before he can follow her, she tells him they are pregnant. Impossible. Believing he’s sterile, the reason his wife left him, Elliot is devastated—and lashes out. Celeste flees his cruel words, putting distance between them, and now determined not to name him as the father of their child.
But miracles do happen and men can come to their senses. Elliot follows his heart and Celeste again opens hers for their happily ever after.
Buy Links: Amazon UK | Amazon US | Evernight Publishing | Kobo | Barnes & Noble
*****
Excerpt:
Knowing the majority of her response was hormone-fueled did nothing to mitigate the meltdown. How hard had she held herself against the news until now, sharing with no one but him? Forgoing the acceptance and excitement of her friends and family… Doing the right thing, notifying the father first. She sobbed and choked until she thought her throat would tear and her lungs collapse, her cheeks raw with the deluge. Her baby… She pressed a hand against her abdomen, whispering a heartfelt reassurance. Not about you, sweetheart. I love you.
It felt like hours but was, in reality, a few short minutes before she wrestled back her composure, albeit as a soggy wreck of exhaustion.
Impossible. She’d sorted out the reasoning—and ensuing rejection—behind his flat comment in short order. But it wasn’t impossible. He was capable regardless of what he believed. The tiny seed in her belly was living proof.
But it didn’t matter. He thought she’d come to him, pregnant with another man’s child, to cadge… She couldn’t bear to think of what he thought of her. His opinion didn’t matter either. Asshole.
Fumbling for a wad of tissues, she mopped up what remained of her makeup and took a shuddering breath, pushing any thought of Elliot Godwin from her head.
A tap on the window drew a muffled shriek as she started, turning to stare at his unwelcome bulk hunched over her little car, his handsome face only inches away. His silvery eyes were narrowed, cold and impenetrable, not at all like the turbulent wash of emotion when he’d been as deep inside her as any man could be in a woman. Planting their child.
As emotionally drained as she was, she couldn’t help the faint shiver of that arousing memory before dispatching it. Stupid hormones.
She eased the window down a notch. “What?”
His gaze took in her face and she knew what he saw. She never cried prettily, but then she rarely cried. Make that never. Tears were for the weak. He would know that.
“Are you all right?”
Like he cared. She was a slut, remember? Well, maybe not—Elliot didn’t judge, at least about consenting adults sexing things up. So, what then? What was a woman called who tried to stick a guy with a kid that wasn’t his? Something far worse in his eyes, for sure.
“I’m fine.” She whirred the window back up and threw the vehicle into gear.
With cautious regard to his proximity, she drove forward and then guided the car back onto the pavement, ignoring his tall form in the mirror.
*****
Author Bio:
Allyson Young lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada with her husband and numerous pets. she has always enjoyed the written word, and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one.
A best selling Amazon author, a hybrid author, as of December 2017, along with her alter ego and three co-authors, she has published four series and several standalones in contemporary, sci fi, fantasy and suspense genres–50 books in total.
Allyson will write until whatever is inside is satisfied, until the heroes man up and the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and she favours the darker side of romance.
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April 12, 2018
Spotlight on Fighting the Inferno by Ashley Malkin (@romancerebels69) #downanddirty #getdirty
Down and Dirty
Coming May 22!!
Published by: Romance Rebels Publishing
Cover Artist: Sinfully Sweet Designs
*****
BLURB:
Get in, get down…and get filthy with these sexy, hardworking, blue-collar heroes who don’t mind when things get a little dirty at work or at play.
This collection of 22 brand new stories from USA Today and International Best-Selling authors is full of scorching hot romance tales that will be sure to leave you breathless for more. These men work hard and play even harder.
From cops to mechanics, miners to brewmasters, they aren’t afraid to go all in. At the end of the day, when they find the woman who completes them, they learn love and life can be as messy as their day jobs…and they wouldn’t have it any other way.
Featuring stories from: Lori King, Maia Dylan, Sarah Marsh, Elena Kincaid, Cecile Tellier, London Saint James, Bella Settarra, Rose Nickol, RL Merrill, Ashley Malkin, Lucy Felthouse, Scarlett J Rose, Sydney Lea, CR Moss, Samantha A. Cole, Danielle James, Ava Campbell, Eva Moore, Kimberlie L. Faye, Sabrina Sol, Nikki Prince, and Mia Hopkins
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*****
Fighting the Inferno By Ashley Malkin
BLURB:
Blayne Simmons is a firefighter, a job he loves as much as he hates the flames he battles. He exists in a world on fire, but is frozen inside by the scars of a fire he failed to conquer. He works hard, plays even harder. Satisfying his needs, nothing more, until Felicity Kendall enters his tightly-controlled world.
Felicity is alone. She has to be, because everyone, everything, she loves burns to ashes. When a ruggedly handsome firefighter attempts to pick her up in a bar she’s stung by the bitter irony. He’s clueless to the depths of her hatred of firemen. They saved her as a child, and delivered her into a world of pain. She should have burned. She wished she had.
When fire thrusts Felicity into Blayne’s arms, he discovers she is the victim of a deadly game. A game he will win, because Felicity is now his.
*****
EXCERPT:
“What are we heading into, Dan?” Blayne asked, wanting to be prepared. His intense focus had kept him from being burned again, and he intended to keep it that way.
“House fire. Phoned in by a neighbor, no word yet on anyone being unaccounted for.”
If there was anyone missing, Blayne would go in and find them, it was his specialty. He would never leave anyone to the flames. He knew how much it hurt, how frightening it was to feel trapped and helpless. He always got them out, even if they were dead, he never left them to burn.
The house was gone when they arrived, the flames shooting through the roof and high into the night sky. People were huddled in groups on lawn across the wide street. Some wore only night gowns or pyjamas, others had coats thrown over their night attire.
“Go,” Dan said to him. “Put the hoses on the garage,” he called to the other four men on the crew. “I’ve spoken to the home owners, we might have someone trapped on the top floor.”
Blayne turned the headset microphone on, released the valve on his air cylinder and fitted the mask. He was ready to enter by the time he was standing by the door. It was hot, but not molten. He donned his gloves and stepped aside as he flung open the door.
Smoke rushed out, but no flames. He entered the garage, looking for the woman he was seeking, in case she’d made it downstairs before succumbing to the smoke. Flames were coming through the rear wall, and he ducked as a petrol can exploded in the heat. Flames filled the air above him, and he waited for the flare to dissipate before continuing his search.
There was no car in the garage, and he could see the stairs leading to the second level were smoking, but not yet alight.
“It’s clear downstairs, I’m going up to look for her.”
“Kenny will join you when the hoses are set.”
Blayne tested the bottom step, it creaked, but held firm. Taking the stairs two at a time, he swore as another petrol can exploded below him. The door at the top of the landing was intact. He twisted the handle, but it didn’t move. He unclipped his axe, and with one swing, the door knob was gone.
The door swung open and smoke billowed over him. The room was dark and filled to the ceiling with smoke. He was blind, so, this is where he used his other senses. Blocking out the roar of the flames and the hiss as the water hit them, he listened for signs of life.
Walking slowly, he tested the floor with each step, making sure it would hold him. He could see the flames growing higher through the smoke. The fire was going to take this house, all of it. He had another five minutes, tops, and the room was going to be engulfed, despite the water they were pumping at it.
Then he heard it. Sobs, faint, but wracking. The flames were loud, but he’s used to listening for the sounds of the living amongst the roar of the fire’s tempest. She was here. As tempting as it was to throw caution to the wind and run to find this Felicity woman, he couldn’t save her if he was dead. He turned and trod carefully toward the sounds, rewarded as the sobs grew louder.
“No more,” he heard. “Not again, not again. It’s not real.”
He banged into something solid, and heard a small scream. He felt around, and decided it was some sort of desk or a table. Squatting, he could just make out a huddled shape curled beneath the piece of furniture. A woman was curled in a ball, her arms around her knees, as she rocked.
“Felicity?”
She started and lifted her head. Wide, terrified eyes stared out of an elfin face. A face he’d seen before. It was the woman from the bar, only now she looked fragile and defeated. He knew that with one touch, she’d shatter. She was begging to be saved from the nightmare with that look. Not the nightmare of this fire, but the nightmare of whatever was haunting her, chasing her. She was defeated, scared, alone, helpless. Fuck.
The roar of the flames rushing into the room was deafening, taking all other options from him. It was time to leave. Ignoring the fact that she didn’t like to be touched, he reached in and scooped her up. It was that or leave her to the flames. Not an option.
Blayne scarcely noticed her added weight as he rose to his feet, remaining stooped as the ceiling started to flame. She weighed nothing, but what was more disturbing was that it was her. The woman who had consumed his thoughts, his dreams, for two weeks.
Hunching over the delicate woman in his arms, he protected her from the heat at his back with his jacket and his body. He trod a careful path back to the stairs, fighting an unfamiliar fear with each step on the smoking timber floor. If he lost her now, then he’d never discover who she was and what made her so unforgettable. I need to solve the fucking mystery and purge her from my system. His arms tightened reflexively around her at that thought and he swore loudly at his confusing reaction.
“Are you real? Is this all a dream?” He barely hears her murmured words above the roar.
“No, angel. This is a fucking nightmare.” The fire, and the complication she was proving to be to his sanity.
“All dreams are nightmares,” she murmured, coughing weakly as her eyes flutter closed.
“Fuck.” She was out, her body now hanging limply in his arms. He pulled her close and hated how his heart clenched. She felt good in his arms. Insane. This is fucking insane.
*****
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Ashley was born in England, but has lived in Australia since she was three years old. Her love of reading has grown into a love of writing stories. All her stories will have a happy-ever-after, because that’s what she feels everyone deserves. She likes to call it ‘Ashley World.’ It’s a world of infinite possibility where love conquers all adversity. She hopes you enjoy escaping into her world for a little while.
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April 11, 2018
Mid Week Tease: “I’m just nervous, I suppose.” #ComingInHot2 #CIH2 #CIHcollection
Hi everyone,
Welcome back to Mid Week Tease! This week I’m continuing to share from my story, A Werewolf State of Mind, features in the upcoming Coming in Hot 2: Rescue Me boxed set, which is available for pre-order now at just 99c. This is a brand new story, as are all the others in the set, so if you want to bag yourself a serious bargain, grab your copy now to lock in the amazing price.
Raising an eyebrow, Anneke replied, “I prefer not to use that term, but yes, I do see and hear about many different conditions and symptoms.”
Looking chagrined, he shook his head, then said, “Sorry. Didn’t mean to be so inappropriate. I’m just nervous, I suppose. Like I said when I called up to make the appointment, at times I feel like I’m losing my mind.”
“Okay…” She crossed her legs, mindful of pushing him too hard, while at the same time feeling a sense of frustration that she already knew what was wrong with him, but couldn’t say anything. Well, she could, she supposed, but if she came right out and said, “Caleb, I know precisely what is wrong with you—you’re a werewolf,” she’d be the one seeing a psychiatrist. No, she had to build a great deal more rapport—and most importantly, trust—with Caleb before she could even think of broaching the subject. She had to be confident she had a chance of getting him to believe her. Otherwise it was likely he’d walk out of her office and never come back, and she couldn’t allow that to happen. He was a potentially very dangerous creature, and he needed to know that before it was too late for some poor, unsuspecting soul. Or even multiple souls. Hopefully it wasn’t already too late. “Can you elaborate? It helps me to know what makes you think that you’re losing your mind, how long your symptoms have been occurring, how often, and so on. Basically, anything and everything you can tell me, no matter how small or insignificant you think it might be.”
Caleb nodded, took a swig of his water, then put his glass on the table. He immediately seemed to regret the action, though, as he clasped his empty hands together and began twisting them. Yeah, he’s nervous all right. Poor guy.
Finally, he cleared his throat. “I’ll do my best. It started around six months ago, I think. I went to bed as normal one night, around eleven, then woke up a few hours later absolutely soaked with sweat, my heart pounding so hard it almost hurt. For a second, I thought I was having a heart attack or something, but then it settled down. I didn’t know what had caused it—I hadn’t been drinking, and my room wasn’t particularly hot—so I got up, had a drink of water, used the bathroom, then went back to bed. A couple of hours later I woke up again, in the same sort of state, but that time I remembered—I’d been dreaming. Or perhaps having a nightmare would be a better way to describe it.
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New Release: The Accidental Adoption #pnr #romance #shifter
Hi folks,
I’m delighted to announce this new (sort of) release! This quirky paranormal erotic romance short story originally appeared in the Moonlight Magic boxed set, so if you bought that, then there’s no need to purchase this story as it hasn’t changed.
However, if you didn’t check out this story as part of the set, here’s the cover (recognise the canine star, anyone?!) and the blurb:
Rosie’s always wanted a dog, and now the time is right, so she heads for her local rescue center. She meets Scruffy there, and decides he’s the perfect dog for her. But things aren’t that straightforward—he’s only just been brought in and the shelter must try to find his owners before attempting to re-home him. A few weeks later, Rosie’s patience is rewarded and she’s allowed to adopt Scruffy. But it soon becomes apparent that things aren’t quite what they seem. How will Rosie react when she discovers there’s more to her new pet than meets the eye?
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April 10, 2018
Her Sir by Megan Slayer (@MeganSlayer)
Evernight Publishing
Contemporary Erotic Romance
M/F, BDSM, Exhibitionism, Anal Sex, Toys, Spanking
Blurb:
There’s only one man for Andi—her Sir.
Andi McCarron knew the moment she met Sir’s gaze, he’d change her life forever. Despite other Doms wanting her as their sub, she only submits to him because he knows how to make her skin tingle. The pain delivered from his crop makes her spirit sing. She needs Sir but she wants more—except he’s not interested in taking the relationship outside of the club. What’s a girl to do when the man of her dreams, the one wielding the crop, won’t leave the club?
Dean Meyer craves his sweet sub, Andi. She fills his dreams and fantasies, but she wants a relationship. He’s not sure she can handle both his demons and secrets. Still, he can’t deny the attraction to her. When fate throws them together, he has to make a choice—give his sub what she needs or let her go for good.
Available from these fine retailers:
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*****
Excerpt:
©2018 Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved
“You control everything,” she blurted. Her cheeks reddened, and she bowed her head. “Sorry. But you do.”
“Actually, you do. When we play, you’re the one in control. You say stop or slow, and I follow. I push you, but you tell me when you’re done. I’ll encourage you to stretch your boundaries, but only because I want to make you fly.” He pushed the cooling coffee to the side. “If you say no, then I respect your decision.”
“You expect me to kneel.” She flattened her palms on the table. “Like that last time.”
“I wanted to show off my beautiful woman. If you’d have said no before we left the private area, I would’ve stayed out of the main room.” He leveled his gaze at her. “I expect a partner. You were my best partner.” He hadn’t taught her very well if she thought she was second rate. When they played again—and they would be—he’d show her what he meant.
“You have one. A partner. I saw the demonstration,” she said. “You replaced me.”
“Slow down.” He hadn’t known she was at the club when he’d done the demonstration or he would’ve plucked her from the audience. “Which demo?”
“There’s more than one?”
“I don’t have a permanent sub, so I’m expected to do demonstrations for visitors, for the videos … for people who want to play the voyeur. That’s part of my job at the club.” Not his favorite part and he couldn’t wait to pass the torch to someone else, but he’d tell her that later. She managed to aggravate him like no other. He wanted to stretch her ass across his lap and spank the sass out of her. Then he wanted to kiss her until she collapsed. He wasn’t one to settle down, but she made him think twice. In her own way, she’d broken him.
“I thought we had something.” She turned her cup around. “Now I understand I was just another client.”
“I never said that. Never thought it,” he said. She’d been special from the start. He loved the way she felt in his arms, the way she moaned during a scene, the flicker in her eyes just before she came…
“Then why replace me? Why not tell me how you felt?” she asked. “Or have you come to this realization now that we’re not at the club?”
“First, I didn’t replace you. I don’t have any one sub I play with. The girls in the video are one and done. No sex, just demonstration and go. I haven’t found anyone who can fill your place. I’ve had a couple offers, but they aren’t you.” They shouldn’t be having this conversation in public, but she needed reassurance. “Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?”
*****
Author Bio:
Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com.
When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. Find out more about Megan and Wendi at: http://wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm Sign up for the newsletter here: http://ymlp.com/xgjmjumygmgj
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April 9, 2018
Coming in Hot 2: Rescue Me! Author Spotlight: Accidentally Forever by Gina Kincade (@ginakincade) #ComingInHot2 #CIH2 #CIHcollection
Author Spotlight on Accidentally Forever by Gina Kincade
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Rescue Me!
A Paranormal & Contemporary Medical Romance Collection
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Featuring NY Times and USA Today Bestselling Authors, and we’re Coming In Hot, again!
★✩★ Authors Featured in this Collection ★✩★
USA Today Bestselling and Award Winning Author Gina Kincade
International Bestselling and Award Winning Author Ditter Kellen
Bestselling Author Liz Crowe
International Bestselling Author Holly Cortelyou
USA Today Bestselling Author Amy Lee Burgess
USA Today Bestselling Author Elianne Adams
International Bestselling and Award Winning Author Linda O’Connor
International Bestselling Author Lashell Collins
International Bestselling Author Liz Gavin
Award Winning Author Lucy Felthouse
USA Today Bestselling and Award Winning Author Erzabet Bishop
International Bestselling Author Elvira Bathory
USA Today Bestselling and Award Winning Author Angelica Dawson
USA Today Bestselling and Award Winning Author Kathleen Grieve
International Bestselling and Award Winning Author Red L. Jameson
USA Today Bestselling and Award Winning Author Muffy Wilson
*****
Boxed Set Blurb:
Featuring *brand new & exclusive* books from USA Today bestselling and award winning authors, we’re Coming In Hot, again!
More of the sizzling medical romance stories you love: doctors, nurses, firemen, shifters, werewolves, witches, and paramedics turn up the heat in this paranormal and contemporary medical romance collection.
Warning: The Rescue Me authors are not responsible for damaged pacemakers. Please read responsibly!
Accidentally Forever
by
Gina Kincade
@ginakincade
Blurb:
Caitlin never thought running away from her past would bring her tumbling head over heels into her future.
A rare survivor of a werewolf attack, she spends an unforgettable week with the town’s Doctor and his nurse while she heals from her wounds.
Doc Nick is the local pack’s Alpha. Axel is Nick’s beta, his protege, his housemate, and his best friend. Their lives have intertwined in what seems like destiny’s future for the last ten years. When the two fall hard for the new little hellcat in town, will letting her go be the one thing they can’t live with?
The blood test results are in and a surprise is in store for Caitlin that may just throw her plans right out the window. Can she overcome the changes to her planned future, or will her world be rocked on its axis in a way she could never dream of?
*****
Excerpt:
Despite her burning thirst, Caitlin struggled her way to a seated position. Fighting the light-headedness and nausea, she attempted to swing her legs to the side of the bed. A sharp pain in her thigh tore a strangled cry from her throat and the black lump suddenly moved. She truly didn’t want to stick around and find out if the blob were her assailant or her savior, and gulping back the sob, determined to escape, she grasped the tube running to the IV in her hand and gave a hard yank, pulling the needle all the way out in a smooth glide as blood welled at the site.
She slid to the side of the bed and placed her feet flat on the floor, standing and testing her weight on the injured leg. Thinking she’d manage, she glanced toward the still sleeping form and panting hard against the burn through her leg she turned toward the door. One. Two. Three steps forward and then strong arms gripped her from behind and yanked her back just as all strength faded and her knees buckled.
“”Hey, little lady, just where do you think you’re going?”” a gravelly voice teased her ear.
“”Let me go!”” she struggled, kicking her good leg backward and connecting with the solid leg of her captor, smiling inwardly as an ‘omph,’ escaped from his lips with a brush of warm breath.
“”Calm down! You’re safe,”” the man nearly growled, his arm pulling her tighter to the heat of his chest. A heat she remembered from the forest.
Safe. She was safe. All the fight left her suddenly and she drooped in his arms, her energy depleted.
“”There now, that’s better.””
She felt his arm snake behind her legs and then she was lifted against that strong, masculine warmth once again and a feeling of relaxation overwhelmed her as she drew in his scent. Musky and spicy, with a hint of wet dog. Normally the wet dog smell would have her retching, but on him it seemed right, calming. Giving in to the calmness she felt washing over her, she relaxed as he tucked her back into the bed, tsking at the fact that her needle now dripped fluid onto the floor.
“”Thirsty,”” she gasped, trying once again to lick her dry lips.
“”If you promise to be a good girl and stay there, I’ll get you some water.”” He flashed a stern look in her direction.
She nodded, feeling oddly contrite at the thought that she had upset this man. She watched him closely as he crossed the room, his movements lithe and smooth, the flex of his back muscles as he lifted the water flask and poured clear liquid into a blue plastic cup. She admired his broad shoulders as his midnight-black hair brushed the tips of his shoulder blades. Following downward, she visually caressed his tapered waist and the jean-clad tight ass that lead his long legs down into black-skinned cowboy boots. Cowboy boots? In the snow? In a hospital? Weird. She dropped her gaze as he turned around, looking at him shyly from beneath her lashes.
“”Here you go, sweetness,”” the burly man drawled out, his voice low, almost sensual.
“”Thank you.”” She accepted the water gratefully, placing the straw in her mouth. She drew a long sip of the icy cool wetness, luxuriating in the feel of it sliding down her parched, raw throat.
“”Not too much, now,”” he chastised, leaning over to slip the cup from her grasp. “”You’ll make yourself sick, and until Nick comes in to check your wounds, I’m on duty. Nothing is gonna happen to you on my watch.”” The firm set of his jaw made her smile at its sternness.
“”Nick?””
“”My partner here at the clinic.””
“”So it is a medical facility, then.”” She visibly relaxed, leaning her head back into the pillows, feeling more at ease and suddenly overcome by fatigue.
“”Erm…in a manner of sorts, yes.””
Too tired to question the odd response, she let her eyes drift shut, her lashes brushing her cheeks as she yawned. “”Sleepy,”” she mumbled.
Brushing her curly dark locks away from her dirt-smudged forehead, he crooned, “”No doubt. You’ve had quite a day, I’m sure. You rest, I’ll be here.””
Caitlin dozed to the feel of his hand caressing her hair, her cheek, the side of her neck, his fingers whispering over the shell of her ear.
“”Sleep well, little one.”” She heard him breathe huskily over his prisoner as the darkness claimed her.
*****
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April 6, 2018
Off-Limits (Sanctuary #1) by Gale Stanley (@galestanley)
OFF-LIMITS Sanctuary 1
Heat Rating: SCORCHING
Word Count: 21,584
[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Contemporary Paranormal Romance, shape-shifter, M/M, HEA]
*****
Blurb
When Quinn Hart’s best friend died, he became guardian to the man’s ten-year- old son, Noah Stone. So far, Quinn has been able to conceal the growing attraction he feels for Noah, but now Noah is twenty-two and returning home from college. Honor still holds Quinn back from revealing his true feelings. Their community of bear shifters consider reproduction a priority, and Quinn fears they would never accept a homosexual relationship.
Noah has always hidden his romantic feelings for his guardian, but now he’s a man, and his desire is stronger than ever. Unable to handle his feelings, Noah leaves Oregon for a position in a research facility. But when Noah arrives in New York, he discovers his employer is harvesting bear bile and he’s the new source.
Quinn is determined to find Noah. But can he admit what he really wants before it’s too late?
*****
Excerpt
Home. Noah had forgotten how much he missed the endless expanse of lush green landscape and the sparkling river. And the trees. Especially the trees. When the leaves whispered in the wind, it made Noah’s heart ache. Whoever had named their small town knew that trees were sanctuaries.
But for all that, home wasn’t a place, it was a person—Quinn. Noah could live anywhere with Quinn. But a life with Quinn was as likely as a sharknado ripping through Sanctuary.
Noah moved away from the window and gazed at his reflection. The mirror was wall mounted and speckled in places. The frame matched the wood dresser beneath it. A handknitted brown and tan spread covered the crude pine bed. The room had been decorated on a meager budget, but it was warm and comforting because Quinn had handcrafted all the furniture himself.
Noah’s bedroom hadn’t changed since he was a kid. Yesterday, when he’d first stepped through the door, he’d felt the walls close in on him. As a kid, this room seemed huge, but now that he was a man, he could see how small it really was. It felt surreal like turning back the clock, but not in a bad way. If only he could—
“Where’s the man of the hour?”
The sound of loud voices traveled up the stairs. More guests had arrived for the party. The community was small, but when everyone attended an event, it could be overwhelming. Noah checked his image in the mirror again. He’d already changed shirts several times, and he still wasn’t sure that he liked the blue chambray shirt he’d put on with his khakis. Why am I making such a big deal out of this? He felt like Marcus primping for one of those stupid frat parties. What difference did it make what color shirt he wore? Stop stalling, he told himself. You can’t stay in your room forever.
Noah stood at the top of the stairs. Below, friends and neighbors were chatting excitedly. Noah had nothing to say to them. He would disappoint them. Anxiety made his stomach churn.
*****
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*****
Author Bio and Links
Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.
Some things never change.
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April 5, 2018
Caelan’s Captive (Limani Warriors #1) by Faye Avalon (@Faye_Avalon)
Caelan’s Captive (Book #1, Limani Warriors)
Fantasy Romance
April 2, 2018
Evernight Publishing
Cover Art: Jay Aheer
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*****
Blurb
Escaping the king’s harem, Lahna finds herself at the mercy of a warrior prince who holds her captive and makes no secret of his desire to have her. Lahna hasn’t fled from one tyrant only to become the captive of another, and she certainly has no intention of warming the bed of the fearsome prince…even if he does make her body burn and her senses reel.
Caelan suspects his voluptuous captive may have been sent to spy on him and discover his plans to liberate his land from the tyrannical rule of the king. But her arrival provides him with the perfect opportunity to set those plans in motion. First, that means making her his, and in doing so he might just satisfy the craving for her that heats his blood and fires his loins.
But can Caelan really trust her? And can Lahna trust him to keep her safe when it matters most?
*****
Extract
He had markings on his skin, the type that were forbidden by the king. What looked like intricate black ribbons circled his muscled upper left arm. He also had scars along his right arm, the kind made by weapons of battle.
He caught her staring at him and she looked away, sipping at the water again.
“You find something of interest?”
She swallowed before glancing back at him. “You are not what I expected.”
His expression darkened and a tension moved into his big body. “Indeed. And what did you expect?”
At the coldness in his eyes, Lahna reached for her inner strength and all the bravado she could muster. “You wear the marks of battle and your hair is long.”
His gaze held hers, searching for some hidden answer for which she didn’t know the question. Then he leaned closer. “Before anything else, I am a warrior. You would do well to remember that.”
She pushed her head back into the pillow as he leaned farther down. When her stomach pitched again, she wondered at the wisdom of eating too much bread. Except this feeling didn’t feel like over-indulgence.
Only when he straightened did she breathe once more.
“What is the name by which you are known?”
What kind of game was he playing? Of course he knew her name. “Lahna,” she sneered, lifting her chin.
He said nothing, but narrowed his blue gaze directly at her.
She wouldn’t be intimidated. “How long am I to remain here?”
“As long as you wish.”
“As I wish?”
Pointedly, he looked around him. “Do you see locks on the doors? Bars on the windows?”
No, she didn’t, come to think of it. At least, none that were visible. But was it a ploy? Was he trying to lull her into feeling secure and then he would pounce? She didn’t trust him. Couldn’t afford to trust him.
“There are more ways to imprison a woman than with locks and bars.”
“Why would I want to imprison you?”
Was he genuinely trying to provoke her? “That’s why I’m here, isn’t it? I’m little more than your prisoner, your captive. I appreciate you letting me regain my strength before I face my fate, but I would prefer to have an indication of what to expect when I am back to full health. What is to be done with me?”
“Now why would you expect that I intend to do anything with you?”
Infuriating man. He was toying with her like an animal trapped in a snare.
“I am in your quarters, am I not? Why am I here if not to be punished in some way?”
“May I remind you that you sailed into my waters uninvited? Had I not plucked you out of the reef, you would now be food for the fish.”
Sailed into his waters? Uninvited?
Everything inside her grew warm. Had she truly made it out beyond the horizon to where she had heard people lived freely? Unencumbered by the king’s tyrannical rule?
Her heart began pounding with joyful relief at the thought she might be free. But if that were so, where was she? This man spoke the same language, ate the same foods.
Maybe it was a trick and the king had meant to test her, find out why she had tried to escape. Had he tasked her guard to ingratiate himself with her, to learn of her plans, her reasoning? To pretend that he didn’t know who she was?
Yet, if this man really didn’t know her identity, and had no idea from where she’d come, maybe she had sailed far from the king’s clutches, to another land.
Regardless, she had to play things very carefully. It didn’t matter where she was. The king’s reach was vast. This man could be in the king’s employ whoever he was, and wherever he lived. The islands that were now under Zomotian rule would never dare go against their new ruler, the king.
She had to think. Had to remain vigilant.
The man surveyed her closely, suspicion heavy in his hypnotic gaze. “When your health is recovered, I will arrange for you to be sent back home.”
Grasping for courage she didn’t feel, she angled her chin into the air. “S…sent back?” Everything inside her went to ice.
*****
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*****
About the Author:
Faye Avalon enjoys writing sexy stories about strong men and the savvy women who rock their world. She has taken a roundabout journey toward her writing career, working as cabin crew, detouring into property development, public relations and education, before finally finding her passion: writing spicy romantic fiction. Faye lives with her super-ace husband and one beloved, ridiculously spoiled dog.
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