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HOLIDAY SPOTLIGHT...Delilah Night's "Coming Together: Under the Mistletoe"

Coming Together: Under the Mistletoe is a collection of erotic fiction & poetry edited by Delilah Night. 


It's a celebration ofDecember first through the thirty-first, from the North Pole to the Antarctic.You'll meet couples changing up the meaning of spin the dreidel, deciding thefate of their marriage on Hogmanay, finding new love in a dystopian future,among many more. The poets will make you laugh, and maybe even cry.


Proceeds benefit Project Linus , which First provides love, a sense of security, warmth and comfort to children who are seriously ill, traumatized, or otherwise in need through the gifts of new, handmade blankets and afghans, lovingly created by volunteer “blanketeers.” And Second, provide a rewarding and fun service opportunity for interested individuals and groups in local communities, for the benefit of children.

https://www.projectlinus.org/about/TABLE OF CONTENTS:
Santa, Kinky (Blacksilk)
Kid Comet (Delilah Night)
All I Want for Christmas is Sex (Sheryl Collins)
Carpe Marine Christmas Package (Muffy Wilson)
Silver Bells (M. Marie)
Tugging Reins (Sonni de Soto)
The Twelve Days of Christmas (DJK)
Strip Dreidel (Rob Rosen)
Under the Mistletoe (Ramona Thompson)
Accosting Santa (Sommer Marsden)
A Thaw in Midwinter (Blacksilk)
The Green Lady (James Malin)
A Christmas Eve in Snow (Marcia Conover)
Summer in December (Tamsin Flowers)
Patriarchal Winter Night's Dream (Jaylan Salah)
Hush (Maria Duendi)
Winter's Majesty (Stacy Savage)
Christmas in Minneapolis (CeCe Marsh)
Crossing the Road on a Winter Hike (Jaylan Salah)
Baby, It's Hot Outside (Delilah Night)
Frosty (Corbin A. Grace)
Adrenaline Rush (Robert Buckley)
Goosebumps (Stacy Savage)
Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot? (Ashe Barker)



WHERE TO BUY…https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01MQIMVPC/ref=dp-kindle-redirect?_encoding=UTF8&btkr=1&fbclid=IwAR21VJxZk4bPznZHVFKopldC4qbWq-stSEt_ug_XEdWoGMWbMNR8FsY-spY
ABOUT THE EDITOR…Although I have been a storyteller for as long as I can remember, I didn't discover erotica until college, and was a senior before I wrote my first erotic short story--a piece of Star Trek: The Next Generation fanfic. I wrote on and off over the next decade in between grad school, marriage, two children and an international move before submitting my first story for publication.

I'm a writer who doesn't take myself too seriously--my characters range from parents trying to reconnect post-kids to shape shifting reindeer to photographers to a would-be pirate lass. I want you to enjoy the story as well as the sex, and I hope you'll enjoy the time you spend with me.

Come talk nerdy to me on twitter @Delilah_Night or get to know me better on my blog delilahnight.com

HOLIDAY SPOTLIGHT...J.P. Bowie's "A Present Christmas"

The ghost of Christmas Present…
A Christmas spirit meddles in the lives of two young men in the hope that she can bring them more than just holiday cheer.
Bill Calder, out of a relationship, out of a job, and just plain out of luck becomes the object of attention and affection for Agnes - the spirit of Christmas present - and a little old lady with a mission. Together, she and Bill apply for a Christnas job in a New York department store where a desperate manager hires Bill as Santa - and Agnes as his helper.
It's not long beofre Bill catches the eye of Tom Davenport, a store 'employee', but Bill's low self-esteem after the dismal turns his life has taken, won't allow him to hope for too much from Tom.
Agnes however has other ideas, and with a little magic at her fingertips, manages to manoeuvre the two young men into each other's arms. Thinking her job done, Agnes' satisfaction is ruffled when Tom reveals to Bill who he really is, and Bill's pride won't allow him to take their relationship further.
So, a little more magic is needed…
EXCERPT
Agnes sighed heavily as she made her way to her sister’s cottage. No doubt, she’d have to listen once again to the litany of criticism Esmeralda always had for her on these visits. Hopefully, Judith wouldn’t be there to regard her with the faint sneer that always seemed to hover around her thin lips whenever Agnes was in the room.
It was that time of year again, when the world was in rhyme—or so the song went—but all it meant for Agnes and her sisters was that they would be meddling in other people’s affairs in the hope that they could make them see the error of their ways. It was something Agnes had not excelled in for the last couple of years. Particularly last year—oh, that had been nasty. After Agnes had failed to move the miserable old bitch from her miserly ways, it had taken all of Judith’s threats of hellfire and damnation to scare the woman into including her young grandson in her will. And even then, it had been done with ill grace. Agnes hoped she didn’t have to deal with someone that belligerent again.
Esmeralda was standing in the doorway as Agnes walked slowly up the garden path that led to the little cottage in the woods. Like Agnes, Esmeralda was not tall, barely five feet in heels. Their sister, Judith, was the tall one. Esmeralda had once remarked that Judith had to be tall for the future was limitless, whereas the past and the present took up much less room.
“In fact, dear,” she’d said with a patronising air, “I wonder that you have to be almost as tall as me, when the present is so fleeting.”
Fleeting maybe, Agnes had groused to herself, but it could still be a giant pain in the neck! She forced a smile to her pixie-like face as she came within a few feet of her sister.
“You’re late, Agnes dear.” Esmeralda’s pursed lips said it all. It was going to be one of those afternoons.
“And good afternoon to you, too, sister dear,” Agnes said. “Is the kettle on for tea?”
“Of course. Come along in—there have been some changes made to this year’s business.”
“Oh, pocks weed!” Agnes plunked herself down on one of the cosy armchairs by the fire. “What kind of changes?”
“Language, dear. We’re not going to be working together this year. You’re on your own.”
Agnes’s eyes widened. “On my own—but why?”
“Because the young man you’re to help is only too painfully aware of the past, and if you do your job properly, the future will take care of itself.”
“Oh, dear,” Agnes murmured. “So it’s all up to me?”
“It really shouldn’t be too hard, even for you, Agnes.”
“Huh! Thank you for that vote of confidence. And what will you and Judith be up to, may I ask?”
“Someone in the White House needs a lot of help this year—end of an era, and all that.” Esmeralda handed Agnes a cup of tea. “She’s having to give up a lot, and gain very little in return, I’m afraid. It’ll be my job to help her forget most of the horrors of the past eight years, and dwell only on the good times. I’m sure there must been a few, at least.”
“And who have I got?” Agnes asked. “William Calder, twenty-seven years old.” Esmeralda picked up a file from the kitchen table and opened it. “Five ten, one hundred sixty-five pounds, eyes blue, hair dark blond…you can take this file with you, but from what I see here, he’s recently out of a relationship and a job. Very low self-esteem, is hating the prospect of Christmas on his own—and frankly, the Boss is a little concerned that he may be contemplating suicide.”
“Oh, my. Doesn’t he have family?”
“An only child to elderly parents—both deceased, it says here.”
“Poor boy.” Agnes held out her hand. “Let me see…” She took the file from her sister and flipped it open. “Oh, but he’s so cute. Stunning eyes. Boy, those are baby-blues all right—and what a lovely smile—nice teeth.”
“And he’s gay, Agnes.”
“Oh…well, at least, he’ll smell nice.”
Her sister rolled her eyes. “Agnes, be serious. This is an important mission for you—so don’t mess up…”


WHERE TO BUY…
https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/a-present-christmas?fbclid=IwAR1umEcBfmpi6Rv0q-kmHd08szBFuxscKOoENgcfPnAH2_pqMOWJgSfo9z0
https://www.amazon.com/Christmas-Spirits-Present-J-P-Bowie-ebook/dp/B003YRII5K/ref=sr_1_7?ie=UTF8&qid=1545018339&sr=8-7&keywords=j.P%2C+BOWIE


ABOUT THE AUTHOR…
J.P Bowie was born in Scotland and toured British theatres in numerous musical shows including Stephen Sondheim's Company.
Emigrated to the States and worked in Las Vegas, Nevada for the magicians Siegfried and Roy as their Head of Wardrobe at the Mirage Hotel. Currently living in Henderson, Nevada.

HOLIDAY SPOTLIGHT...Laura M. Baird's "Rory's Christmas Angel"

Instinct kicks in as Frankie Chandler, former Navy nurse, now soon to be veterinarian, witnesses an accident and rushes to save a man’s life. When State Trooper Rory Sanders arrives on the scene, he’s awestruck at the sight of the gorgeous woman taking charge.
Once the frenzy is over, both are reluctant to walk away from their mutual attraction. But they’ll each have to get beyond their hesitations, such as Rory telling himself it’s okay to let love in while raising his daughter after losing his wife, and Frankie who’s never had a serious relationship in her life because she’s been focused on school while also helping raise her nephew.
Will the power of love win out and make their Christmas wishes come true?


EXCERPT
Rory ran to the scene and catalogued what was happening. An older man stood by while a younger man and a woman were crouched down attempting to pull someone out of the car. He couldn’t see the woman’s face as her back was to him. All he could see was a red and black flannel shirt atop jeans that fit snugly to a shapely backside.
Jesus! What’s wrong with you? You’re at an accident, not here to ogle this woman!
As he got closer, he heard the woman yell, “Three!” And everything seemed to happen at once. He heard the clicking of the seat belt, and he saw rapid movements of the man and woman cradling the victim as they carefully maneuvered him out of the crunched car. He saw the woman turn and bright green eyes collided with his, leaving him momentarily stunned. Short blond hair haloed her face as a rosy blush colored her cheeks. Probably from the exertion. Or more likely from the heat of the car which suddenly had flames bursting from the engine compartment.
“Move!” the woman yelled.
While they scrambled to pull the man further away from the vehicle, Rory shot forward to assist. He grabbed near the victim’s shoulders while the woman held the torso and the younger man moved to hold the legs. Together, they got the victim a safe distance from the burning car before setting him down, he and the woman kneeling at his upper body. Looking at the man, he noticed a gash across his forehead that was bleeding freely, and he appeared unresponsive.
Before Rory could act, the woman was tearing off her flannel to reveal a black tank top beneath. As well as more shapely anatomy. Rory tried hard not to stare at the generous breasts and the well-toned arms, at the intricate tattoo gracing an arm—the design he couldn’t quite make out due to the woman’s quick movements.
“He’s unresponsive!” she yelled. “Hold this to his head while I start CPR.” She shoved her shirt into Rory’s hands while she assessed for a pulse. She must have felt one, because her next step had been to check for breathing. As her cheek hovered above the victim’s mouth, she looked down at the man’s chest. Her next move then had been to tilt the chin up and pinch this nose while she gave breaths.
Oh, to have that beautiful face so near to him. To have those lips touch his.
Rory shook his head to clear his incredible thoughts, wondering what the hell was wrong with him.
“His pulse is faint but he’s not breathing,” she said. “I’ll continue breaths until the ambulance arrives.”
That prompted Rory to speak. “An ambulance should be here shortly, coming from Gainesville.” While kneeling down on the opposite side of the victim, across from the angel … er … the woman, he continued. “I’ll relieve you if needed. I’m Trooper Sanders. Rory Sanders.”
After two more breaths, the woman pierced him with her emerald eyes and said, “I’m Chandler, Frankie Chandler.” Her voice had been almost lyrical even in the tense situation, and he shouldn’t have been zeroing in on her plump lips, but that’s exactly what he did.
“Used to be a nurse in the Navy,” the older man supplied as he stated his name while standing over the scene. “I didn’t think it wise to move the man, but she seemed certain it had to be done. Good thing, seeing as he would have burned to a crisp if not for her actions.”
Rory looked to see flames licking over every inch of the vehicle. He clicked his radio to update the situation, saying they’d need a fire truck and a wrecker on scene. Once he got the affirmative from Dee, he faced the group again.
“That’s for sure,” said the younger man. “I’m Frank and that’s my truck.” He indicated to the parked semi with a nod of his head. “Saw this guy weaving all over, in and out of traffic until he clipped my truck and flipped. Scariest thing I ever saw.”
Rory looked at each person before his gaze fell back onto Frankie as she finished another round of breaths. Or was it Franki? Or Franky? Dammit! Concentrate! “Pretty brave and quick thinking.”
“I couldn’t not help. Instinctual training took over.” She once again positioned her face over the victim’s mouth while feeling his pulse. Bringing her head back up, she said, “Still not breathing and his pulse is even weaker. May have to start compressions.”
Rory nodded. “Are you still a nurse?”
“No.” She shook her head. “I’m in my final year at U of F, becoming a vet.”
“A veterinarian?” Rory asked, knowing he must have seemed dumbfounded. All he could do was stare at Frankie, wanting to know more.
“Yes.” She smiled. And boy, what that did to her face, her entire presence. Even with the smudged dust on her skin and her hair in disarray, she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. “Are you all right, Sanders?” she asked.
Was he? 

WHERE TO BUY…
https://www.evernightpublishing.com/rorys-christmas-angel-by-laura-m-baird/

ABOUT THE AUTHOR…
A voracious reader herself, Laura has written for many years while also working as a dental hygienist for over seventeen years.  A member of RWA, she writes a range of romance, from contemporary to erotic to suspense. She loves to engage with readers and writers, so find her on Facebook, Goodreads, and Twitter.  She and her husband of twenty-seven years have raised two sons, and currently reside in Washington State, where they enjoy walks/hiking along with college football.
Laura M Baird, Romance Authorhttps://www.laurambairdauthor.com 
https://www.facebook.com/LauraMBairdauthor/

HOLIDAY SPOTLIGHT... J.P. Bowie's "A Special Christmas"

A romantic hideaway on a snow-covered mountain — what better place to meet the man who could heal a broken heart?
Question: What's Brett Masters to do when his best laid plans for a special Christmas alone with his lover in a mountain cabin resort get axed because the lover up and leaves? Brett's first instinct is to just suck it up, go home early and spend the Yuletide with his family — but it might have been a good idea if he'd called the airline and changed his flight to an earlier one.
Thwarted, he decides to use the cabin he's paid for, all the while wondering if this form of self punishment is such a good idea. A romantic hideaway without the romantic partner — what's that about? But fate steps in and takes him for a spin in the arms of Devyn Weston, the resort manager's hunky brother.
What's Brett to do when he and Devyn get stranded by a snowstorm?


EXCERPT…
“Just hear those sleigh bells jingling, ring-ting-tingling too. Come on, it’s lovely weather for a sleigh-ride together with you…”
As he slowed his BMW almost to a halt on the crowded freeway, Brett Masters groaned and snapped off his car radio. No way was he going to start being bombarded with Christmas songs this early in the year! Especially in his present frame of mind. Grudgingly, he had to admit it wasn’t all that early. He’d actually been preparing for this particular Christmas for some time, ever since he’d got Jamie to agree on a Christmas Eve and Christmas Day for just the two of them—alone in a log cabin hideaway up in Big Bear Mountain…
It had taken a long time, and all of Brett’s considerable salesman technique, together with lots of kisses and caresses to convince Jamie that it would be fabulous, and that their respective parents wouldn’t mind if they showed up the day after Christmas to join in the family celebrations.
That last part had been the most difficult to navigate, and Brett had spent a lot of time on the phone with his mom then Jamie’s mom, explaining that as it was his and Jamie’s fifth Christmas together and he wanted to make it a really special one. His mother had positively whined at the prospect of a Brett-less Christmas, but he’d remained adamant. After all, for the past five years he and Jamie had accommodated their families by celebrating their Christmas together early then flying off Christmas Eve—Brett to Kansas City, Jamie to Jacksonville, Florida—to pass the next three days surrounded by their many siblings and their siblings many, many kids.
“Imagine what it’ll be like, Jamie,” he’d whispered in his lover’s ear after what he remembered now as an extremely hot bout of sex. “Just the two of us waking up on Christmas morning together—no kids jumping up and down on the bed, demanding that you get up right now and help them open those scads of gifts they get every year.”
They had compared notes after every Christmas and had laughed repeatedly at how similar their Christmas mornings were, all those miles apart.

WHERE TO BUY…

https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/a-special-christmas?fbclid=IwAR175Mkeo6BQ80bdtVnVp58TYLTKY5K3-VZAG9skKTcCd3RXzY_qV4nXJm8

ABOUT THE AUTHOR…J.P Bowie was born in Scotland and toured British theatres in numerous musical shows including Stephen Sondheim's Company.Emigrated to the States and worked in Las Vegas, Nevada for the magicians Siegfried and Roy as their Head of Wardrobe at the Mirage Hotel. Currently living in Henderson, Nevada.



REVIEWS…
“4-1/2 Stars This holiday gem came to my attention a couple of years ago but fate and time just wasn't on board and I didn't get a chance to read it till now. I just wanted to wrap Brett up in bubblewrap and reassure him that things were not as bleak as he felt but then he meets Devyn and suddenly he decides for himself that maybe the heartbreak he felt wasn't such a bad thing afterall. This is just a lovely read that brightened my day despite the pain Brett deals with for most of the story. Not only was A Special Christmas entertaining but it serves as a friendly reminder that sometimes we have to experience heartache to find the one who will warm the heart.”

“...sure to lift the reader's spirits...a delightful cast of characters whose flaws make them surprisingly authentic, sympathetic and likeable...a delightfully sexy short story”

NEW RELEASE from Lynn Burke!

Don’t Hold BackDarkest Desires 2By Lynn BurkePublisher: Changeling PressHeat Level: 4Release Date: November 30, 2018

#Contemporary, #Erotic, #Romance, #MayDecember, #Series, #HEA, #Novella

BLURB:Kelly Sadel has lived her life by a feels-o-meter since showing emotion as a kid was a big no-no. A timid analyst and fur baby momma, she avoids anything that stirs up her boring life. Secretly, she crushes on the man who rides the elevator with her every morning—he’s a unicorn amidst an office full of conservative short-hairs. He also sets her nerves on edge, topping her feels-o’meter to the limit, an oh-no in her carefully constructed world.

Accidentally dumping a box of cupcakes on his loafers grabs his unwanted attention, and he isn’t too quick to let go. Jamison Byrne has worked his way through the submissives at Monique’s club hoping to find his own little subbie. He wants a collared sub, a woman to enjoy mutual pleasure his ropes bring without getting emotionally involved beyond scening.

Manipulation comes easy from years of life beneath a narcissistic asshole’s thumb, and Jamison finally gets Kelly to relent—but with her only agreeing to be friends. Jamison sweeps in but finds his feet swept beneath him as her nurturing nature opens him in ways he never expected. Sure he has found his “person,” he needs to find a way to share his darker desires and get Kelly to stop holding back and feel. He knows he can set her free, but does she want him to? Can he help her find the courage to face the emotions that come with submitting her body—and heart?


PURCHASE LINKS:

Books2Read: https://books2read.com/u/bWzJXD Changeling Press: www.changelingpress.com/don-t-hold-back-darkest-desires-3-b-2793Amazon: www.amazon.com/dp/B07KG91XYMAmazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07KG91XYMB&N: www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dont-hold-back-lynn-burke/1129857231Kobo: www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/don-t-hold-back-2iTunes: itunes.apple.com/us/book/dont-hold-back/id1442235333

PG 13 EXCERPT:

The best part of being an analyst for Kirchoff Energy on the third floor of the office building in downtown Baltimore? Jamison Byrne in all his hot arrogance often hopped aboard the elevator, heading to the fourth floor for Davidoff Finance Corp.Easily six feet or maybe an inch taller, he was a golden blondie with dark, piercing eyes and full lips that needed to be nibbled. Along with that, he had wide shoulders, a trim waist, and the most perfectly formed backside.But he wasn’t my type. Nope. I preferred sweet, shy nerds. Not that I dated much. To be honest, I’d had two dates in the previous two years. Sure, I had the usual social media profiles, but the thoughts of signing up for one of those dating sites scared the crap out of me. Friendships were all fine and good -- as long as I didn’t have to stomach strong feelings. I couldn’t handle them.But Jamison… I drooled over him every morning I was lucky enough to share the elevator with him -- and the other half-dozen people who stuffed in with us. He carried this mysterious air, a confidence that attracted yet repelled me at the same time. In an office of conservative short hairs, he had longer locks and kept scruff on his jaw… he even smelled damn delicious. A true unicorn in a field of rhinos.He also set my nerves on edge.I’d never spoken to him, never touched him, but my hands shook and knees weakened whenever he stepped into the elevator. I’d heard rumors from my co-workers on Friday that the hottie from Davidoff Financial upstairs modeled for romance novel covers. The idea didn’t surprise me -- he had the body and look for it -- and boy, did I enjoy looking.Not that I wanted him.On Monday, one of my coworkers celebrated her fiftieth birthday, so I stopped by a bakery to get black-icing cupcakes. I carried the white box in front of me, so scared of dropping the damn thing that I didn’t take care when entering the elevator. Thinking I’d gone in far enough, I turned, and nailed the person shuffling in behind me with the box.White cardboard -- flimsy as shit -- flew from my hands, and in slow motion just like a cartoon, it fell to the floor as I leapt toward the damn thing. “Shit! No!” I bit off the word as the box landed on leather loafers I knew well.Heat crept up my chest, and I quickly squatted without lifting my head, pushing up my too-big glasses. “I’m so sorry!” I grabbed at the scattered cupcakes, smearing frosting all over my fingers -- and his shoes.“It’s okay.” That low, rumbly tone swept down my spine, straight to the loneliest place on earth, springing dampness to life between my thighs. “Let me help.”Jamison Byrne in all his slow, seductive sexiness, crouched down in front of me, his jeans tightening across his thighs and showcasing a bulge worth drooling over. No wonder he modeled for romance novels. My mouth watered, and I snapped my jaw shut to swallow, realizing I stared at his groin. My God. Pure heat flooded my face as the elevator door slid shut with only two others stepping in the join us in the mess I’d made.“Y-you don’t have to do that,” I told him as our fellow patrons of the elevator shuffled around to stay away from the mess.Jamison picked up a cupcake and dropped it in the askew box beside me, icing coating one of his fingers.I wanted to lick it off. No, I just wanted his finger in my mouth.My insides trembled like a bowl of gelatin, like the final leaves on the trees outside, and I refused to lift my gaze to his face. He was a mere three feet away, if I looked into his eyes, my insides would be wrecked, flooded with feelings topping out my feels-o-meter with its ten limit.I leaned forward to grab the last cupcake at the same time he did. Our hands brushed, and lightening split my mind, tearing a gasp past my lips. My attention jerked up, my gaze landing on his face.Dark eyes, so black they should have looked like a shark’s, with a dead and unfeeling gaze. But the intensity of his stare, the heat in those orbs pebbled my skin. My jaw slackened. Brain erupted in chaos, my feels-o-meter spiking beyond a mere ten.He glanced at the ID hanging around my neck. “Kelly Sadel.”Did I nod? I couldn’t remember, but I became very conscious of the fact my low-cut blouse revealed the girls spilling from my bra.“Jamison Byrne.” He held out his hand.“Y-yes, I know.” My voice shook as badly as my hands as I lifted up a bit to lessen the peek show and then shoved the box’s lid down, rudely ignoring his hand. No way in hell I could touch the man again. He’d already ruined a pair of my panties. “I mean -- I don’t know. Er… well, I’ve heard of you, that is. Mr. Byrne of Davidoff Financial.”His chuckle lit all kinds of butterflies in my stomach, and a shaky smile pullaed at my lips as I fought to control the turmoil in my brain.“I’m sorry.” Heat flooded my cheeks anew. “I’m so, so sorry.” I struggled to stand, my purse dangling from my forearm, the wrecked box in my hands, my glasses tilting again. “I don’t even have a tissue to offer you for your shoes and I should. Allergy season, you know? The ragweed kills me every time this year.” The box wobbled in my shaking arms.Jamison grasped my elbow and steadied me, jerking my gaze up to his face again. He towered over my five-foot-two, and his divine scent, spice with a hint of wintergreen… it stuck to my nose, coated my lungs. I couldn’t breathe him in deeply enough.G-good God. So pretty. So golden. Beautiful, beautiful, boy…“Steady?” he asked, his lush-looking lips still smiling.I nodded like a dumb idiot even though I would much rather have said no in the hope his w arm hold on my elbow would linger. What would that large hand feel like sliding up my arm to grasp my nape? Would I swoon if he lowered his head and swept his lips over mine? Lips, perfectly bowed and pink… soft looking. Delicious, actually --

© Lynn Burke 2018

ADULT EXCERPT: He leaned down, close enough my breath caught, and we stopped moving with the music. “Give me the green light, Kelly.”Mind blank, I blinked.“If you don’t say no right now, I’m going to kiss you.”“Yes,” I heard myself whisper. He must have read my lips because there’s no way he heard my voice above the band.Jamison brushed his lips across mine, and everything but the thump of my heart faded to silence. Gentle sweeps of his soft mouth liquefied my bones, and I sagged against his hard chest.One hand pulled me flush against him as the other cradled my nape, and oh, lordy, did I hang onto his shirt for dear life. He licked along the seam of my lips, and I opened, trembling and near weeping at the pure deliciousness of his kiss. His breath. His clasp on my neck— tender yet…dominant in his hold.Wintergreen swarmed my senses along with the flavor of his mouth, the sweet, underlying taste of Jamison, and while my body was more than ready to be ravished, the feeling only intensified as the hardness trapped in his jeans pressed against my belly. Gone. No other word for it. Caught up in a maelstrom of feeling easily topping a ten, I didn’t know what to do or think. Unable to even make a rational decision, I rode the wave, letting him lead. Too soon, much too damn soon, he pulled back and rested his forehead on mine as we both fought for air. He started swaying again, our bodies still pressed tightly together, his grip on my neck lessening. Eventually, he began soothing his hand down my hair, and I closed my eyes, knowing I’d lost a major battle. If Jamison asked me to go home with him, I wouldn’t hesitate, the jerk. He hadn’t gotten into my panties, but he sure as hell weaseled his way to the brink where I wanted him to reach inside my waistband and blow my damn mind. He twisted his fist up in my hair and tipped my head back, the slight sting sending a pulse straight down to my pussy. The intensity in his dark eyes sent another rush of moisture between my thighs. My mind whispered yes to whatever question he planned on tossing out, my body so on board I wanted to cry. “Dinner?”What was up with me and the damn blinking? Simple idiot… He had to think that of me.“Do you want to get some dinner?” he asked again, his lips quirking in a smirk.I wanted to press against his hard-on and tell him I’d have a dose of that for dinner, but… I’m no notch. “Sure,” I managed.

© Lynn Burke 2018

ABOUT LYNN BURKE:

Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.Website: https://www.authorlynnburke.com/Blog: http://authorlynnburke.blogspot.com/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Author-Lynn-Burke-555282497937461/Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorLynnBurkeInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/authorlynnburke/Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/authorlynnburkeBookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/lynn-burke

Elena Kincaid Talks About her New Release!

Hello Elena!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  It’s such a pleasure to chat with you.  So tell me…
Thanks for having me. J
Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?
A) The Beast In A Suit is loosely based on Beauty and The Beast, so I wanted to keep that element of the two of them butting heads at first, yet being intrigued by one another. And I am a sucker for that slow burn that eventually turns into an explosion kind of relationship.
Q) Is this book part of a series?  If so, can you tell us about it?
A) Yes, this is the first book in a brand new series. All the books will feature loose retellings of classic fairy tales and will be in an office setting.
Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?
A) There may or may not be a bike incident which may or may not be loosely, mostly based on possibly my own experience. J
Q) Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?
A) Both actually. I plan out my characters, but they often surprise me throughout my stories. They kind of take on a life of their own.
Q) Do you want each book to stand on its own, or are you trying to build a body of work with connections between each book?
A) Each series I write has a world of its own and don’t really connect to my other worlds I create, although my series, Arctic Ice, will be connected to another series called Dragonfire.
Q) What are your upcoming projects? 
A) I am currently in the middle of writing book 6 in the Beyond The Veil series I co-write with Maia Dylan and Sarah Marsh and I have a couple of outline WIPS I want to dive into. Figuring out the order is the tough part since they are all screaming at me. Book 3 in my Pack Warriors series, and a few book twos, including the next one in this series.

Thanks so much for hosting The Beast In A Suit (A Contemporary Tale). This story is an office romance with a modern twist on a classic tale and the first in a brand new series. The rest of the series will take on a different fairy tale and continue with the office romance theme.

BlurbShe’s no damsel. He’s no prince. Can their love still be strength enough to save them both?
Twenty years later, and the hole inside Emeline’s soul only got bigger, mourning the loss of her mother and brother and what could have been. A stranger comes along with changes to a career she loves, but will it be for the better and will he end up changing her, too?
Adam has been closed off to the world for nearly two decades, existing but not living. He doesn’t even realize the shell of a man he’s become until a woman he’s slowly falling for makes him examine his own reflection.
A modern twist on a classic tale filled with desire, passion, and one dangerous obsession. 


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Excerpt“You’re firing me?”“Of course not,” he replied adamantly, finally turning to face her. “I meant what I said before. You’re very valuable to this company and you’ve more than proven it. I also meant it when I told you that you would do great on your own. I don’t want you to leave.” He took her hand in his. “I want nothing more than for you stay, but I don’t want to hold you hostage. That was unfair of me. Please, forgive me.”The truth was, she had forgotten about his threat. With the way he turned the company around along with giving her his friendship, not to mention the fact that she was in love with him, she was happy there again. She hadn’t thought about quitting or about going out on her own. The fact that he remembered and was apologizing for it and even willing to let her go without any repercussions stunned her. She had already forgiven him a while ago.She watched a sly smile form on his lips, a devilish gleam in his eye. “No one should have to work for an asshole.”“Good thing I no longer think of you as an asshole.” She glanced down at their joined hands. “I would like to stay.”“You would?” He sounded surprised, hopeful even, and the look on his face confirmed it when she raised her head.“And what about you, Adam?” she asked. “Do you intend to stay?” She knew it was a premature question, given the fact that it would be some time before he could present a tempting sale, but she felt like she needed to know if he even considered the possibility of actually keeping the company and running it himself.He reached out and toyed with a strand of her hair. “I’d gotten so used to working with soulless corporations, people who wouldn’t hesitate to stab each other in the back. I guess you can say I’m pleasantly surprised. Publishing Enchanted is more than a company. It’s a family.”“You’re part of it now.”“And I don’t think I want to give that up.” He let go of her hair and brushed his knuckles down her cheek. “I have too many reasons to stay.”They were so close now, their faces mere inches apart. Emeline couldn’t even remember how they had gotten there, but now she only wanted to be closer. “Adam,” she whispered, right before he closed the final distance between them and kissed her.His kiss was soft, tentative at first, as if gauging her reaction, but when she wrapped her arms around him, he deepened it, moaning into her mouth as their tongues finally met and entwined. Finally, she got her wish and fisted her hand in his thick locks. His hair was soft, just as she’d imagined. Even his beard was soft against her skin. And God, he was such a great kisser, exploring her mouth thoroughly, lips and tongues feverishly connecting.It was her turn to moan when he pulled her onto his lap and his hands began to roam down her back, her arms, and skimming down the sides of her breasts. He stopped kissing her lips long enough to move down to her jaw, her neck, and then all the way down to that deep V in the center of her cleavage, eliciting another, much louder, moan from her. She was so lost in him, she hadn’t even realized at first that they were no longer moving, had no idea when they had stopped. Adam took notice of it, too, and paused his attentions to her. They were both panting as they stared at one another, and this time it was Emeline who leaned in and kissed him. She whispered, “Stay,” against his lips, the ache inside her for him too great to be able to part with him.He practically growled in response and the two of them poured months of longing into their next kiss. “I’m going to devour every single inch of you,” he said.Yes, please! 

Bio
Elena Kincaid is an award-winning and Amazon best-selling author. She writes Paranormal and Contemporary Romances with alpha males who stop at nothing to protect their women, heroines who are anything but damsels in distress, and stories where the only love worth fighting for is the forever kind of love. She was born in Ukraine and raised in New York, where she currently lives with her daughter. Her desk is constantly cluttered with journals, sticky notes, and torn-out pieces of paper full of ideas. When not working, Elena loves to spend time with her family, travel the globe, curl up with a good book, and catch up on her shows.
Stalk Her in the All the Right Places...
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Q & A with Ronnie F. Strong!

Hello Ronnie!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  It’s such a pleasure to chat with you.  So tell me…

Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?
My protagonist character in The Laundromatwas based on a chance remark of a person I was chatting with online. She said in passing that she had visited her local laundromat and there was a man there whose eyes boggled. Our interactions and her brief description of him led to the germ of an idea for an entire story. The characters and their roles required for the telling of this story followed from this basic premise. I used people in my life to visualize the physical appearance of the main characters. I gave them traits and values to guide their actions. I then let their personalities grow in the context of the situations I am putting them into. To some extent this means letting go and having the characters deal with the situation and their own responses.
Q) Is this book part of a series?  If so, can you tell us about it?
I always intended The Laundromat to be part of a series, but I have not yet been able to revisit that place. I will one day. I have moved onto other books and stories since. My most recent work is Dolphin Heat Tamed.

Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?
Dolphin Heat Tamed is an experiment. It started as a short story inspired by a holiday of mine at a beautiful spot on the Australian coast in northern New South Wales. Seeing dolphins and whales in their natural environments is awesome. They are such magnificent creatures. My first story extrapolated from that experience and a subsequent dream. My first story was popular but could not be distributed via Amazon or some other key outlets for content reasons. It breached their standards around allowable sexual conduct.

Because I like the story I decided to rework it for a wider audience. I have also combined it with some of the related haiku that I have been playing with for the last few years. The result is a kind of hybrid illustrated book featuring the revised story in prose and haiku. I like where it landed although it makes it a little unusual in the genre.
Q) What do you think is your strongest asset as a writer? …what is your weakest factor as a writer?
I try to write about serious literary themes while staying true to the erotica genre. My stories feature a lot of sex. Lots and lots of sex. Readers either love this about my writing or it puts them off entirely.
Q) Do you try more to be original or to deliver to readers what they want?
I write what I like to write and hope that my readers will enjoy it.
Q) Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?
I tend to prepare a basic outline for my story with a beginning a middle and an end. I think about the narrative structure. My stories are basically all about a journey. Usually the hero has lost love and is going to find love again with a few hurdles along the way. I start with the main character. The other characters are going to either create those hurdles or help her deal with them.     
Q) What are your upcoming projects?
My next project is undecided. I have too many ideas at the moment to know which one will proceed. One idea is to create a collection of short stories based on common sexual fantasies. Each scenario would have a story written from both the man and woman’s perspective, highlighting the differences and similarities in emphasis. Another idea is another short story collection focused on the wants and experiences of women with different stories to tell. Having said that, I am itching to write another novel.
 


Dolphin Heat Tamed

Blurb
A tourist boat is heading out on a river cruise to see dolphins. There are only two women aboard and this is no ordinary tourist jaunt. A young woman is the captain for this trip. Her beautiful passenger's presence sends her thoughts and body into sexual overdrive. A curtain of thick heat and excitement envelopes the boat and the women travelling the river. 
Each turn of the journey challenges the young woman's self-control. Ignoring conventional sensibilities, she follows the tantalising woman's shameless lead. The women's excitement escalates as they get closer to their destination. What happens when they arrive challenges usual boundaries. All the young woman can do is succumb to this wild exotic erotic experience.
Extract
After that start to my morning, I allowed myself a languid breakfast, not rushing. After a long shower I got into my most fetching white cotton bra and panties. I was in that kind of mood and I looked dead-set sexy. I would have preferred skimpy black lace, but that was not practical for today’s sweltering heat. Then I got into the skimpiest pure-white shorts and singlet top that I could get away with as my father and mother’s employee.
Within minutes of beginning walking, I was sweating from the unusually high humidity. For a Saturday morning, there were few people around as I made my way to the jetty.
Those who were out and about in the relative cool of the twenty-eight-degree morning wanted to get things done before the heat of the day kicked in. Most people were avoiding venturing out. They remained inside, hiding from the heat in their air-conditioned apartments, homes and shops.
There was no one waiting at our boathouse office when I got there. My father would have taken out a few keen anglers at dawn. They would be back soon, complaining the fish were not biting.
It would not worry me if we had hardly any customers for our boat cruises today. Whale and dolphin watching had given us good business over recent years. Our seven boats were heavily booked most days. A slow day or two would not be cause for panic. Maybe my parents could relax a bit and avoid the heat too.
As I opened the office a stunning woman appeared on the promenade. She slowed, waiting for me to make my way inside. I could only take in a little of her appearance as I fussed with the locks. What I could see of her had me flustered and fumbling. She cooed to me in a melodic gentle voice. “Don’t rush honey; I can wait until you are ready for business.”
Something about the way she said that, with a hint of playful impishness, got me extra hot and bothered. Her clothing was much like mine, her mature and lovely body more graceful and full. Quite the bombshell, her body was not conventional pin-up.
She looked like a woman-shaped torpedo with her powerful sleek curves. Her legs were long and strong, bulging with muscle. Her neck was long too, not thick, yet somehow the torpedo impression remained with me. I kept glancing at her as I switched on lights, checked the radio, and did the other daily opening routines.
She wore no cosmetics or jewellery and her feet were bare. Her singlet top highlighted her full round breasts under the thin straps across the bodice. Her skin was glistening golden, not brown or white. Micro shorts showed off her tight butt and powerful legs. Her muscular thighs were larger than for most women. They complemented her statuesque body.
Short dripping-wet black hair framed her angular, almost squarish face. She did not need makeup. Her full lips and cheeks, grey-green eyes, black hair and perfect skin were stunning enough. What made her one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen was her nose. How it set off her face. It was largish, blunt and round, with flaring nostrils. Something else too, other than the mischievous glint in her eye had me entranced.
The way she held herself and shone with a glowing intensity was enthralling. I could not take my eyes away and tried to take in everything about her, helped by her skimpy clothes. The suggestion of a small circle low on her throat took my eye. It looked to me like she may have had a tracheotomy at some point. Could she have choked on something as a child, or had some kind of accident? I pondered this blemish upon her otherwise outward perfection, completely besotted. I forced myself to stop staring at her.
Uncomfortable prickling sensations were breaking out all over my body. Being in her company had me shrinking back to a nervous, gawky and insecure teenager. I thought I had shed all that awkward self-consciousness. Now all my self-doubts were back again.
I got past her somehow and went behind the desk, using it as a shield from her overwhelming impact upon my senses. She waited for me to collect myself then spoke, cooing like before.
“Could you please take me up the river to see the dolphins? I can pay whatever you need to charge for a special trip on one of your boats.” Her voice was gentle and vibrant; the sound and energy of her voice touching me right to my core…


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Q & A with Aletta Thorne!

Hello Aletta!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  It’s such a pleasure to chat with you.  So tell me…
Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?
This book was very much a labor of love.  I wanted to write a romance with characters in their sixties—and ghosts.  This generation of what a good friend calls Junior Seniors are baby boomers, most of us old hippies.  We’re too old to care about being respectable anymore.  Also: my main characters are church employees. As someone who has worked for churches herself, I can tell you that such people are among the funniest, most open-minded, and (yes!) cynical folks you’ll meet. 
Q) Is this book part of a series?  If so, can you tell us about it?
Not exactly. The Ghost of Her Ex is part of the ghost stories I write as Aletta Thorne.  The next one will be another ghost story.  My books always have ghosts, and they are always funny. By the way, I think this book is much funnier than The Chef and the Ghost of Bartholomew Addison Jenkins, my first ghost romance.
Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?
My main character plays the pipe organ and is a serious classical musician.  I’m not.  I sing in a choir and struggle to sight read.  I had to learn the basics of how to register (set up stops for different sounds) a pipe organ to write this thing.  I was constantly reading the musical parts back to my organist husband to make sure I got them right.
  Q) What do you think is your strongest asset as a writer? 
I’m funny.  I keep hearing that.  I like to make people laugh, and I like being able to switch from a sad scene or an emotional or sexy one to a really funny one.
 …what is your weakest factor as a writer?  

I worry about being wordy.  Fortunately, I have great editing at Evernight Publishing and The Ghost of Her Ex is pretty darn slick.  A fast read.
  Q) Do you try more to be original or to deliver to readers what they want? 
I can’t read minds.  I think the books that are the most successful are original.  There never was Hogwarts before Harry Potter, after all.

  Q) Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write? 
They grow as I write them.  Emily Rauch, the main character in The Ghost of Her Ex,  matures and heals throughout the book.  And the other main character--whom I won’t name because it would actually be kind of a spoiler—he develops depth and courage. 
  Q) Do you want each book to stand on its own, or are you trying to build a body of work with connections between each book?
They are stand-alones.  Although Aletta Thorne ghosts are…well, kind of wacky.
  Q) What are your upcoming projects?
I write poetry and young adult fiction under another name, and I’m busy with working on projects in those spheres right now.  I have in the back of my head a ghost romance about the people who actually do ghost investigations.  A really guilty pleasure of mine is watching the ghost hunter shows on TV.  I think I could apply my Topper-on-acid technique to a story like that with good effect!


Blurb: 
Just because she’s sixty-three, cynical, and a church musician, Emily Rauch is hardly done with life—or love. Now that she’s traded in her old barn of a place for a tiny house in the hills, Emily’s ready for a new start. Throw in one enormous pipe organ, two ghosts, a pot dealer named Santa Claus, the reappearance of Emily’s bad-boy college squeeze, and a blizzard...what could possibly go wrong?
Author Bio: 
Aletta Thorne believes in ghosts.  When she’s not making up ghost stories for grownups, she is a choral singer, a poet, and a DJ.  But she’s happiest in front of a glowing screen, giving voice to whatever it was that got her two cats all riled up at three AM.  Her house is quite seriously haunted—even scared the ghost investigator who came to check it out!   After all, she lives just across the Hudson River from Sleepy Hollow. Aletta Thorne is also the author of The Chef and the Ghost of Bartholomew Addison Jenkins.

Buy links:
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Excerpt: 
“No! You’re not old, Mrs. R! You look like you always did!”
Oh, great. So I’ve always looked like this? Without thinking about it, Emily ran her practice-weary fingers through her hair and shook her head to fluff it out a bit. “So—what’s a membership cost these days?”
She’d just finished signing the paperwork and was stowing her reading glasses in her purse when the door to the locker rooms opened. There, red-faced from steam, sauna, and a shower, wearing a black motorcycle jacket and a pair of jeans that he certainly hadn’t distressed that much himself, was none other than Brad Yates, gym bag in hand. The sparse remains of his Harpo-mop hung in wet, limp ringlets over his eyebrows.
Oh, fuck! Oh, fuckity fuck fuck fuck.
“Emily!” He slid his locker-key-on-a-rubber-band at Clara and leaned against the booth’s oak woodwork. “It’s been far too long! I kept trying to call!”
Clara’s eyebrows shot up.
“Hi, Brad,” said Emily.
“I saw that piece about your new place in The Record. Looks wonderful!” His wolfish blue eyes sparkled.
Oh, fabulous. “Um, yeah…” Emily fumbled in her purse for her wallet and slid her credit card back into it.
“Mrs. Hartley, do you want to have a look at the facility? I mean, I should have asked you that before, but I’m just learning this job, I guess, and…”
“My daughter learned to swim in this pool, Clara. I know what I’m getting into. I do understand there’s a lovely new hot tub…”
“There sure is!” That was Brad.
“I’ve been practicing all afternoon, though, and my back’s killing me. Right now, I have to get home. I’ll be back soon with my swimsuit!” Emily was careful not to say just how soon.
“Allow me to walk you out,” said Brad.
And then he was beside her, smelling quite chlorine-y indeed, pink and steaming in the winter air. Emily’s car was parked a block away, up a street lined with big old houses.
“I remember your senior recital. Mendelssohn’s Sonata One! You rocked it! Played with some real guts.” Brad marched along next to her, gym bag slung over his shoulder.
Mendelssohn Sonata One. Emily mainly remembered terror. Hadit gone well? Everyone had said so…
“There’s an AGO recital down at St. Thomas Fifth Avenue in about a month. Come downtown with me,” said Brad. “C’mon, we haven’t been at an organ thing together since school. It’ll be a hoot. We can…”
An organ thing. Not even going there.
They were standing in front of her car now.
“Oh, Emily, you truly haven’t changed! You still look so lovely. What luck running into you again!” Brad flung his arms open.
Why the fuck do people keep telling me I haven’t changed? Oh, great. Now he wants a hug. Bet that mean old leather jacket’d be mighty dangerous with all those big, ferocious zippers! I’m certainly not giving Brad Yates a…
But then she looked up at her old boyfriend—and was instantly caught in the patented Yates death ray. His eyes, still an icy blue, a little curious, focused intently on hers—and a major wave of not-entirely-unexpected heat washed through her. Well. Maybe just a quick little hug. I’ll avoid the zippers.
“Oh, Em,” he rumbled, and she felt his breath on her face. He put his arms around her and pulled her close—and suddenly, maddeningly, that was just fine with her. Her breath quickened and she closed her eyes. Then he was kissing her. His tongue was soft and familiar in her mouth and she was kissing him back. His hand slid down to catch the small of her back. He massaged it with strong, keyboard-player fingers, exactly where it had been hurting, and that felt—amazing. More than amazing. It pushed the ache away … and started a different, sharper ache.
Actually, it’s … kind of like the sex dreams.
That made Emily pull away, shocked that her crotch was burning. Brad Yates? What am I thinking? I’m notthinking, that’s what I’m thinking. This is ridiculous…
“Does this mean you’re going to the organ recital with me? Or should we just go back to my place?” The street lamp above them picked out a little hollow at the side of his nose where something or other had been removed. The moto jacket did nothing to disguise the fact that he was a little paunchy (now that she thought about it, he’d always been just a little round in the tummy, even in his prime boating days). His face was still flushed from the steam room—but his eyes were laser-focused on her, which made her whole body feel kind of … carbonated. It just wasn’t fair.
Cripes. What’s wrong with me? Oh hell. Why not? “How about my place?” Emily hoped she didn’t sound as breathless as she felt. “Let’s go there.”

New Release by Harley Wylde!

He just wanted to give the struggling single mom a hand up. He never thought he’d fall for her.

Publisher: Changeling Press Cover Artist: Bryan Keller Genres/Themes: Contemporary, New Adult, Silver Fox (older hero), MC Romance
Clarity – I’ve been on my own since I was sixteen, and I’ve fought tooth and nail to make a life for myself and the son I never planned to have. Caleb is my entire world, despite the circumstances of his birth. Being homeless a second time certainly hadn’t been in my life plans, so when a gruff yet sexy biker offers a bit of help, how can I possibly say no? Doesn’t hurt that the older man is easy on the eyes, and he’s so good with Caleb. I’d thought I wasn’t able to trust anyone ever again, but looking into his eyes, I know deep down he’d never hurt us. It just never occurred to me that I’d fall completely in love with him.
Scratch – The young woman and kid I find sleeping outside of my club’s chop shop make me feel things I shouldn’t. Hell, she’s younger than my damn daughter, but it’s obvious she’s been to hell and back, and she’s still fighting. There’s fire in her soul, but the gentle way she treats her son leaves me wanting things I shouldn’t. Like a new chance at a family. What the hell would she want with a man thirty years older than her? When I took her home with me, I never counted on wanting to keep her. I’ll slay her demons, bury the monsters from her past, and then I’ll do the one thing I thought I’d never do… claim an old lady, then make her my wife.
WARNING: Contains anal sex, bad language, and scorching hot scenes between an older man and much younger woman. There are abuse themes that may make some people uncomfortable.
Coming November 2018 from Changeling Press
Pre-Order for November 9th at:  Amazon  /  B&N  /  iTunes  /  Kobo



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Copyright ©2018 Harley Wylde


An auto repair shop was just a few more steps away, with a large enough doorway that Caleb and I could hide in the shadows and get some sleep. I checked the hours on the window and saw it wouldn’t be open for at least five more hours, which meant I could rest a little. I’d learned to sleep lightly, so that I’d wake up at the first sign of trouble, or whenever Caleb stirred. I was always scared I’d sleep so hard that he’d wander off and I’d never see him again. Hunkering down into the corner of the doorway, I settled Caleb on my lap and used my backpack as a pillow. My son snuggled against me and closed his eyes.
I didn’t think I’d been asleep for more than an hour when I heard a loud rumble. My eyes opened as a single headlight focused on us, making it hard for me to see. I held a hand up to my face, and shielded Caleb with the other. The light stayed on, but I could barely make out a shadowy figure dismounting from what I’d figured out was a motorcycle. The man approached and loomed over us.
“This is private property,” he said, his voice deep and raspy.
“I’m sorry. We’ll go,” I said, struggling to stand.
I could feel his gaze raking over me. I managed to get to my feet without stumbling, got my backpack straps over my shoulders, then hefted Caleb into my arms.
“Where are you going to go?” he asked.
“Doesn’t matter. I’m sorry we trespassed,” I said. I hitched my backpack a little higher over my shoulder and clutched Caleb to me. I tried to step around the large man, but he reached out and placed a hand on my shoulder.
I froze under that touch, tensing and waiting to see what would happen. Is this where he offered me a place to sleep in exchange for the use of my body? Wouldn’t be the first time I’d had that offer made to me, and I doubted it would be the last. I would do anything for my baby to have a place to rest and food to eat, or nearly anything. We’d struggled and things were bad, but I didn’t think I could handle having strange men touch me. Not after Caleb’s dad, or more like sperm donor. I didn’t think he would come after Caleb, even if he knew my baby existed, but I’d decided not to take any chances. Thankfully, I hadn’t seen him since we’d left. For all I knew, he wasn’t even in town anymore.
“Christ, you don’t even look old enough to have a kid,” he muttered.
My chin raised a notch. “I’m nineteen. Well, almost nineteen. Not that it’s any business of yours.”
I saw a flash of white teeth as he smiled in the darkness. “All grown up then, aren’t you? Eighteen, nearly nineteen, and think you know everything I bet. Why are you sleeping in the doorway of my business?”
I glanced behind me before facing him again. “I told you we didn’t mean to trespass.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
“We didn’t have anywhere else to go,” I admitted softly, my arms tightening around my son.
“There’s a lot of expensive equipment in there. Going to steal anything?” he asked.
I felt fire ignite inside me and I clenched my teeth a moment. I might be broke, but I wasn’t a thief!
“No!”
“Come on.” He walked up to the doorway I’d just vacated, then he unlocked the front door and pushed it open.
I hesitated. I didn’t know if I could trust him, and figured my chances were better out here in the open than inside, but what if he was going to offer food for Caleb? Or maybe there was a couch in the waiting room and he’d let my baby rest there for an hour or two. It was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up, but at the first sign he was going to be a perv, I was out of there.
I stepped inside as he flipped on the lights, and I blinked at how bright they were. There was a beat-up leather couch with duct tape holding it together, and a scarred table with a few magazines on top. But the man didn’t stop in the front room. He kept going, so I followed at a slight distance. If I needed to run, I wanted a head start.
He entered a small, cluttered office and turned on a lamp. It glowed softly, the light dim, but there was a huge couch on one wall that looked a little too inviting with its overstuffed arms. It was leather, but unlike the one out front, it didn’t have so much as a scratch on it that I could see. The man pulled a blanket off the back and motioned toward the couch.
“You can rest here a while. I can either lock you in and reset the alarm, or I can stay until you’ve had a chance to rest. I’ll leave it up to you. But know that if you steal so much as one thing, I will track you down,” the man said.



   
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From Beth D. Carter...


Charlotte Perth is all about sass because her job reminds her all too well the limits of human life. She’s clairvoyant, but her gift is unique. She can only summon murdered souls and interprets the visions they send her. (trilogy, MF & MFM pairing)  

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From Katerina Ross...

 Tristan Todorov was cast out  of the school of magic and now travels alone through Eastern Europe offering discreet services as an unlicensed magician. In Prague he’s been invited to investigate a suspicious series of suicides, he’s about to meet someone who will make him remember the darkest secret of his past. Will a night of lust soothe Tristan—or will it stir up something evil and dangerous, something he’s tried so desperately to forget? (MM pairing) Buy HERE


From Amabel Daniels...
Since it’s a party at the end of October, single dad Ford Meyers makes an honest mistake in thinking Officer Jennifer Haynes sports her sexy cop uniform in the spirit of Halloween—not for duty. Jen’s thrilled that she can officially break the ice with the tempting gym owner in her neighborhood. But how to approach him off the clock is another matter. One more trick brings them closer together, and it’s up to them to risk focusing on the treat of becoming intimate, or staying hindered by the obstacles in their way.(MF pairing)Buy HERE



From Katherine McIntyre...


Cross a satyr, a siren, and an incubus with rock and roll, and you get Discord’s Desire, a band of panty-dropping hellions whose live shows incite orgies. As booking manager, Liz O’Brien has the monumental task of keeping the boys in line. She’s resistant to glamour of the fae and fame variety, which only makes her more tempting to lead singer, Kieran Blackmore. With his incubus charms, he could have any girl he wants—except Liz, who’s determined to stay professional. (MF pairing)  Buy HERE 



From Libby Bishop...






In 1956, the Midsummer Theatre—Noble, Maine’s most popular playhouse—closed after the daughter of the owners was murdered. Unfortunately, her killer was never found. The owners did not want the theatre opened again, but when the theatre passed into the hands of their grandson, he decided that it was time to renovate and reopen. But the ghosts of the past don’t just fade away. (MF pairing)
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From Elyzabeth VaLey



How can a man love a succubus without literally losing his heart? 
Alpha Protector Max almost died during his last mission to Lust’s hellish lair, but the worst torture was his failure to save Eva, a young woman who begged for his help. When he meets her again in Spain, he discovers two things. One, she is his mate. Two, she is also a succubus (MF pairing) Buy HERE




2 Books From Nancy E. Polin

Gifts are not always welcome…
The accident which claimed her husband’s life left Dana Chambers with a unique ability.
Gifts are not always beautiful…
A long ago promise puts Alex Kelly in the reluctant role of guide and protector.
Gifts cannot always been returned…
270 years of life is more than Joseph ever wanted, but the long road may have just become a bit more interesting.
For some gifts are destined to evolve (MF pairing) 

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Rowan O’Herley figures the old tavern bequeathed to her by her uncle is a chance at a fresh start. When otherworldly presences begin to make themselves known, she soon realizes she inherited much more than just a 200 year old building. For some vengeance is powerful beyond the grave and can only be satiated when it is steeped in blood… (MF pairing) Buy HERE 



From Megan Slayer...
Jesse’s never stayed in one place for very long. Being a lynx shifter, he enjoys a solitary life. Then, like a bad joke, the lynx shifter walks into the bar to listen to a cover band. The singer isn’t anything he expects, but everything he desires. But can a human and shifter make a relationship work? There’s no guarantee the twosome will go beyond the bedroom, but Colin’s willing to try. Can the loner really find a mate? Will his mate be everything he craves? Or will the human run the other way?  (MM pairing) 
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