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November 7, 2017
A FIGHTER'S LOVE by Lily Harlem #menage #MMF #erotic #romance @evernightpub
Did you miss book 3 of my London Menage series? A FIGHTER'S LOVE is out now!
Please note all books are fine as stand alone reads
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After battling her demons, Jenny has finally found the courage to stand up for herself and fight for the life she’s always dreamed of.
What she doesn’t expect is to find that as she emerges from her chrysalis, she’s very much caught the attention of two super-sexy, incredibly talented boxers at the club she helps out at. They’re enchanted by her, they’ll do anything for her, and heaven help anyone who tries to hurt her, including her miserly ex, Billy.
But as things heat up, it’s clear Dale and Jackson are no ordinary sparring partners. Beneath their tough exterior and lively banter, they share a softer relationship that’s kept well hidden from the rest of the world. Will Jenny be allowed into that gentle place? Can they make it work when passion and lust hits them all hard? There’s only one thing for it, and that’s to trust love in all of its forms.
November 6, 2017
CASTAWAYS #reverseharem #whychoose
Have you read Castaways yet?
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Grab your copy today and start your adventures with Olivia and her hot guys!
November 3, 2017
Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks #whychoose #reverseharem #spanking
Welcome to Saturday Spankings. This week a snippet from my new reverse harem series THE CHALLENGE taken from book #2 TEARAWAYS. (Best read in order, CASTAWAYS, TEARAWAYS, RUNAWAYS). It's not heavy on spanking scenes but with five guys all vying for attention, it stands to reason one will be a little slap happy! Meet Harrington Vidal, son and heir to billionaire Dante Vidal and looking damn hot in leathers as he rides his Harley coast-to-coast.
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Having survived The Challenge, Olivia is now hitting the road with her five sexy men. Seeing them all dressed in tight leathers, with big, growling Harleys between their legs, is enough to have her pulse racing and her mouth watering. So naturally, before long bonds strengthen, love blooms and they're all enjoying the ride of their lives.
But with little more than bikes and the clothes on their backs, how will they survive a long, arduous journey? Having a billionaire's heir in their midst is no help when Dante Vidal is insisting on them being cashless and having to work for their supper.
Amongst all of that, Olivia finds herself performing a complex juggling act. Having Alpha males sparring, sparks flying and tempers flaring needs a strong woman to take charge. Is she up for the challenge of keeping her men happy, connected and most of all satisfied? One thing is for sure, it's a task she's willing to throw herself into heart, body and soul.
The stand held pancake samples. According to the cardboard sign they were infused with maple syrup.“Here.” She plucked a chunk up and turned to him. “Try this.”He opened his mouth. As she placed it in, he caught her wrist and held it.After he’d swallowed he lowered his head. “Have I mentioned how goddamn sexy you look wearing skin tight black leather…” He tugged her a little closer and set his other hand on her ass. “… And fuck-me boots?”“No, you hadn’t mentioned it.” She bit on her bottom lip, enjoying the flash of desire in his eyes. “What are you going to do about it, Harry?”He kind of growled. “Not a damn thing, in here. But I’ll tell you what I want to do.”A thrill went through her. “What?”“I’d like to bend you over that deli counter, rip those pants off and turn your ass red.”“Red?”He was breathing fast, so was she.“Yeah, red.” He dragged her closer, so his mouth was by her temple and her chest pressing against his. “I’d like to spank your sexy pale English ass. See the outline of my handprint on it. See it go bright red and burning hot. So hot it feels like it’s on fire.”Her buttocks tingled and her belly clenched. She gripped his upper arm. “You’re a kinky bastard, you know that?”
CASTAWAYS TEARAWAYS RUNAWAYS
November 2, 2017
October 31, 2017
Mid Week Tease #FREE ebook BITE MARK #MWTease
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“Shit. Sorry,” I said, looking at his perfect clothing that I’d just mashed my blood-stained smock against. “I didn’t see you. I was—” “It’s perfectly okay, madam, no harm done.” Oh, he spoke nice. Not like me with my Cockney tongue. His vowels were as round as the moon and his words finished with the precision of a sculpting knife. “But your suit, it’s so…so smart.” He narrowed his dark eyes until they pinched at the corners. He didn’t smile. “Very nice of you to say so.” Something about his chiseled, smooth jawline and the slightly-too-long, sleek style of his hair was familiar. As was the suit, it was a beautiful cut, but not today’s fashion. The collar was large and pointed at the tips, the buttons a dull metal and instead of a tie he wore a cream cravat. I’d seen him before. I was sure of it. “Er, do I know you?” I asked.“I very much doubt it.”“But I—” “My dear, if we had met I would certainly remember.” His gaze dropped down my body, slowly and indulgently, almost as though he could see through my messy work clothes to the lace underwear I always wore—my one nod to being female in this testosterone-soaked place. My stomach clenched and I was aware that my breaths had become shallow. I gulped in air but it did nothing to improve my oxygenation because his lingering look was like an actual caress. The shouts and bangs of the market faded and all I could hear was my pulse. Instead of being wrapped in permanent cold, my skin heated, like a sudden, swift fever.
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LOVE GARAGE: By Liz Crowe and book 1 of the Love Brothers series is FREE for the next 30 days!
Antony Love is the quintessential responsible oldest brother of a boisterous, Italian/Irish family, placed in charge at a young age by his parents who are busy running the family business. He manages his siblings with a fair but iron hand, until his life is shattered by personal tragedy leaving him the shell of the man he once was.
When outspoken matriarch Lindsay Halloran Love becomes ill, the youngest brother Aiden shows up at Antony's garage, having dropped out of school (again), needing work and a place to crash. Antony provides both, with three caveats: "Don't smoke in my truck, don't be late for work, and don't mess with my girlfriend."
But Aiden Love, budding novelist, gets one glimpse of Rosalee Norris, young widow of Antony's lifelong best friend and all bets are off.
Set in horse country near Lexington, Kentucky, The Love Brothers Series is a saga of family devotion that runs as wide and deep as the Ohio River--except on Sundays when brothers Antony, Kieran, Dominic and Aiden work out their frustrations on the basketball court, Love brother style.
The Love Brothers: A family saga with humor, heat and heart—not to mention beer, bourbon and basketball.
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Love Garage Excerpt:
“I hope you don’t think I’m gonna hire you because you’re my baby brother. No, wait. My lazy, bookworm, useless baby brother, who’s gone and dropped out of that expensive, fancy writing school he just had to get into, and now shows up here at my business, in this ole backwater, hillbilly town...broke and looking like he’s been dragged through a knothole.”Aiden flinched in the face of Antony’s fury. His hands curled into fists deep inside his trouser pockets, as a too-familiar rush of anger threatened to consume him. He waited and watched, seeking visual cues from their growing up years. Antony merely leaned against the tallest worktable, slowly wiping off some kind of a wrench with a blue cloth, his dark eyes inscrutable.The sounds of a busy garage swirled around them, filling the real and virtual space between Aiden and the man who’d been his protector and friend his entire life. That gaping hole he’d placed there, with his casual disregard for his family and seeking escape from this very hillbilly backwater. Those were the words he’d used not that long ago. Flung back at him in Antony’s overblown, exaggerated redneck accent, they stung like ice pellets.Not for the first time, Aiden deeply regretted the effort he’d made to keep distance between them—from all his brothers—for the last seven-and-a-half years. It had seemed the right thing then, with him in the full flush of his heady personal expectations as the next Great American Novel Author.He gulped, and forced his voice to remain steady. Heaven knows he’d had plenty of years to practice not rising to Antony’s bait.“Yes…um, well, kind of. Yeah. That is what I’m thinking.” He ran a hand around the back of his neck while Antony observed him without moving or speaking—barely even blinking.The bastard isn’t going to make this easy, is he? Aiden cleared his throat and tried to find the right words. They failed him.“Never mind.” He turned to shoulder his way through the grease monkeys peopling Antony’s successful auto-repair joint. His head buzzed with exhaustion from his trip “riding the dog,” as he’d learned his trip by Greyhound bus was named, and anxiety over the reason he’d made it.As he reached for the office door, after making it all the way across the garage, a distinct noise like resignation hit his ears.Ridiculous, of course. He could barely think amidst all the garage noise, let alone hear his oldest brother heaving his patented sigh from all the way across it. But Aiden turned anyway, knowing, somehow, that he had.Antony remained propped against the workbench, still clutching the blue rag. Still staring holes into Aiden. “You don’t even know how to change the oil on a late model pickup. You’re about useful as tits on a bull.”Aiden squared his shoulders and tried to look somewhat more useful than that.“Maybe, but I can clean up after the guys who do know how, or I can keep your books, update your website, get you active on Facebook and Twitter and—” That sounded desperate. But he might as well own that, too.“I don’t use any of that shit.” Antony dropped the rag on the bench and scowled as an employee rolled a couple of tires by him. “I don’t need it. I have more work than I can handle now.”“Yeah? Well, maybe you should think about it. What happens when the work dries up?”Antony let out a distinctly unpleasant-sounding laugh. “Little bro, you obviously missed class the day they talked about the recession-proof businesses.” He held up three fingers. “Cars always need fixing. People always need to drink beer. Kids always need teaching. By my calculations, the Love family is pretty fuckin’ smart. But for one of us, I guess.”Aiden bit the inside of his cheek to keep from lashing back in defense then tried a different tactic.“Mama is sick. You forget that? Ever think maybe I came home to be here for her?” He had to shut his eyes for a split second to dispel the concept of a world without the formidable Lindsay Halloran Love in it.Antony grunted and headed toward one of the four lifts. Each had a car hoisted on it and a guy underneath, messing around with whatever they did under there. He reached up and fiddled with something beneath what looked like a big black Mercedes sedan, ignoring Aiden. Given that he had no other viable option, Aiden let him.His sister had broken the news about their mother to him four days earlier, around 5:00 p.m. He’d never forget the moment—since it happened to be the same day he’d discovered he’d failed a poetry-writing seminar, plus made a serious miscalculation by drinking too much and then coming on to a hot professor at a department social event. He’d seen her next day at the panel “discussion” of his final novel.Lack of clear plot progression, shallow characters and poor dialogue choices, had been the gist of their “advice.”Jerks. Wouldn’t know a decent, modern plot if it bit them all in the collective ass. So what if I want to actually make money with a book, and not just collect a lot of critical admiration?Shifting from foot to foot, he calculated how long Antony would make him stand there like a supplicant before he caved. Because cave he would. Aiden understood enough about his eldest sibling to realize that. The strains of the latest Luke Bryan song wafted around, chafing his exposed nerve endings.As Aiden watched, Antony finished under the Merc and hit the button to lower it back to the garage floor. Then he spent a solid ten minutes consulting beneath the hood of a late model F-150, another five wiping down a set of tools, and ten more fiddling with his phone. But Aiden didn’t say anything, lest he break into the man’s thought pattern. That would only trigger his temper—the last thing Aiden needed at that moment.Memories of angry explosions past made him sigh, rub the back of his neck, and touch his still-crooked nose. While the Love siblings were fiercely loyal to each other—they maintained zero tolerance for bullshit between them. He took a step backward, regretting his decision to come here first, as opposed to the brewery on the west side of town to beg his father to hire him to pour beer, shift kegs, or hose out brewing equipment, mainly because that would also mean facing Dominic. Between them all, he’d much rather deal with Antony.He refocused when Antony frowned at him, as if sensing his sudden mental flinch.Aiden raised an eyebrow in a “well, I’m very busy, and important, and require an answer” sort of way. His stomach churned, reminding him of the disgusting fast food he’d inhaled earlier. He hated being the screw-up little brother. Honest to God, he hated it, almost as much as he despised the country music pounding on his eardrums right then.
Antony Love is the quintessential responsible oldest brother of a boisterous, Italian/Irish family, placed in charge at a young age by his parents who are busy running the family business. He manages his siblings with a fair but iron hand, until his life is shattered by personal tragedy leaving him the shell of the man he once was.
When outspoken matriarch Lindsay Halloran Love becomes ill, the youngest brother Aiden shows up at Antony's garage, having dropped out of school (again), needing work and a place to crash. Antony provides both, with three caveats: "Don't smoke in my truck, don't be late for work, and don't mess with my girlfriend."
But Aiden Love, budding novelist, gets one glimpse of Rosalee Norris, young widow of Antony's lifelong best friend and all bets are off.
Set in horse country near Lexington, Kentucky, The Love Brothers Series is a saga of family devotion that runs as wide and deep as the Ohio River--except on Sundays when brothers Antony, Kieran, Dominic and Aiden work out their frustrations on the basketball court, Love brother style.
The Love Brothers: A family saga with humor, heat and heart—not to mention beer, bourbon and basketball.
AMAZON
AMAZON UK
Barnes and Noble
Itunes
Smashwords
Kobo
Audible
Love Garage Excerpt:
“I hope you don’t think I’m gonna hire you because you’re my baby brother. No, wait. My lazy, bookworm, useless baby brother, who’s gone and dropped out of that expensive, fancy writing school he just had to get into, and now shows up here at my business, in this ole backwater, hillbilly town...broke and looking like he’s been dragged through a knothole.”Aiden flinched in the face of Antony’s fury. His hands curled into fists deep inside his trouser pockets, as a too-familiar rush of anger threatened to consume him. He waited and watched, seeking visual cues from their growing up years. Antony merely leaned against the tallest worktable, slowly wiping off some kind of a wrench with a blue cloth, his dark eyes inscrutable.The sounds of a busy garage swirled around them, filling the real and virtual space between Aiden and the man who’d been his protector and friend his entire life. That gaping hole he’d placed there, with his casual disregard for his family and seeking escape from this very hillbilly backwater. Those were the words he’d used not that long ago. Flung back at him in Antony’s overblown, exaggerated redneck accent, they stung like ice pellets.Not for the first time, Aiden deeply regretted the effort he’d made to keep distance between them—from all his brothers—for the last seven-and-a-half years. It had seemed the right thing then, with him in the full flush of his heady personal expectations as the next Great American Novel Author.He gulped, and forced his voice to remain steady. Heaven knows he’d had plenty of years to practice not rising to Antony’s bait.“Yes…um, well, kind of. Yeah. That is what I’m thinking.” He ran a hand around the back of his neck while Antony observed him without moving or speaking—barely even blinking.The bastard isn’t going to make this easy, is he? Aiden cleared his throat and tried to find the right words. They failed him.“Never mind.” He turned to shoulder his way through the grease monkeys peopling Antony’s successful auto-repair joint. His head buzzed with exhaustion from his trip “riding the dog,” as he’d learned his trip by Greyhound bus was named, and anxiety over the reason he’d made it.As he reached for the office door, after making it all the way across the garage, a distinct noise like resignation hit his ears.Ridiculous, of course. He could barely think amidst all the garage noise, let alone hear his oldest brother heaving his patented sigh from all the way across it. But Aiden turned anyway, knowing, somehow, that he had.Antony remained propped against the workbench, still clutching the blue rag. Still staring holes into Aiden. “You don’t even know how to change the oil on a late model pickup. You’re about useful as tits on a bull.”Aiden squared his shoulders and tried to look somewhat more useful than that.“Maybe, but I can clean up after the guys who do know how, or I can keep your books, update your website, get you active on Facebook and Twitter and—” That sounded desperate. But he might as well own that, too.“I don’t use any of that shit.” Antony dropped the rag on the bench and scowled as an employee rolled a couple of tires by him. “I don’t need it. I have more work than I can handle now.”“Yeah? Well, maybe you should think about it. What happens when the work dries up?”Antony let out a distinctly unpleasant-sounding laugh. “Little bro, you obviously missed class the day they talked about the recession-proof businesses.” He held up three fingers. “Cars always need fixing. People always need to drink beer. Kids always need teaching. By my calculations, the Love family is pretty fuckin’ smart. But for one of us, I guess.”Aiden bit the inside of his cheek to keep from lashing back in defense then tried a different tactic.“Mama is sick. You forget that? Ever think maybe I came home to be here for her?” He had to shut his eyes for a split second to dispel the concept of a world without the formidable Lindsay Halloran Love in it.Antony grunted and headed toward one of the four lifts. Each had a car hoisted on it and a guy underneath, messing around with whatever they did under there. He reached up and fiddled with something beneath what looked like a big black Mercedes sedan, ignoring Aiden. Given that he had no other viable option, Aiden let him.His sister had broken the news about their mother to him four days earlier, around 5:00 p.m. He’d never forget the moment—since it happened to be the same day he’d discovered he’d failed a poetry-writing seminar, plus made a serious miscalculation by drinking too much and then coming on to a hot professor at a department social event. He’d seen her next day at the panel “discussion” of his final novel.Lack of clear plot progression, shallow characters and poor dialogue choices, had been the gist of their “advice.”Jerks. Wouldn’t know a decent, modern plot if it bit them all in the collective ass. So what if I want to actually make money with a book, and not just collect a lot of critical admiration?Shifting from foot to foot, he calculated how long Antony would make him stand there like a supplicant before he caved. Because cave he would. Aiden understood enough about his eldest sibling to realize that. The strains of the latest Luke Bryan song wafted around, chafing his exposed nerve endings.As Aiden watched, Antony finished under the Merc and hit the button to lower it back to the garage floor. Then he spent a solid ten minutes consulting beneath the hood of a late model F-150, another five wiping down a set of tools, and ten more fiddling with his phone. But Aiden didn’t say anything, lest he break into the man’s thought pattern. That would only trigger his temper—the last thing Aiden needed at that moment.Memories of angry explosions past made him sigh, rub the back of his neck, and touch his still-crooked nose. While the Love siblings were fiercely loyal to each other—they maintained zero tolerance for bullshit between them. He took a step backward, regretting his decision to come here first, as opposed to the brewery on the west side of town to beg his father to hire him to pour beer, shift kegs, or hose out brewing equipment, mainly because that would also mean facing Dominic. Between them all, he’d much rather deal with Antony.He refocused when Antony frowned at him, as if sensing his sudden mental flinch.Aiden raised an eyebrow in a “well, I’m very busy, and important, and require an answer” sort of way. His stomach churned, reminding him of the disgusting fast food he’d inhaled earlier. He hated being the screw-up little brother. Honest to God, he hated it, almost as much as he despised the country music pounding on his eardrums right then.
October 30, 2017
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October 28, 2017
#SexySnippets FREE eBook - BITE MARK
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SNIPPET
“Do you really think so…? Ouch!” “What?” Aimery was on his knees before me, reaching for my right hand. “Bloody hell, that’s sharp,” I said, watching a ruby blob of blood grow on the tip of my index finger. He wrapped his hand around my wrist and tugged my arm straight so he could examine my wound. “The base of this mug is chipped.” I lifted it and glanced at the smear of blood on the shiny surface. “It has a lethal bit sticking out of it.” “Hardly lethal.” He cocked one eyebrow and swept his tongue over his bottom lip. “But I’m sorry that had to cause you pain.” “Had to?” I frowned and tried to pull my wrist from his grip. He kept a tight hold, his cool fingers keeping my hand still and hovering before his face. “Hey, I—” “Please,” he said almost on a pant, “allow me.” He leaned forward, shut his eyes and wrapped his lips around my bleeding digit. Instantly I was aware of a powerful suction, his tongue soft but firm as he took my entire finger into his mouth, knuckle-deep. “What are you do—?” My words cut off as tingling warmth spread up my arm. It seeped into my chest, spiking my nipples and creating a heavy weight low down inside of me.
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October 27, 2017
Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks #FREE #vampire #ebook
Welcome to Saturday Spankings, this week a snippet from FREE menage a trois vampire novel BITE MARK (FREE between 29th Oct - 3rd Nov) .
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Life in London as a butcher girl was hard enough, but when my best friend Denny went missing it became miserable. Stumbling into the Worshipful Company of the Ancient Order while searching for him was like a breath of fresh air. Especially because sexy, sophisticated Aimery promised to help me.
But Aimery’s friend Ryle wanted in on the action. My head was spinning, my body reacting to theirs whenever they were around. But I had questions: What was their obsession with my rare blood type? How did they always appear when I needed them? And how old were they?
Learning the truth about my lovers brought new fears and delights. They could take me higher than I’d ever gone before, show me pleasures I’d never imagined and were prepared to kill to protect me. Being mortal had never been so much erotic fun—or so deliciously dangerous.
Inside Scoop: This story ends on a cliffhanger—but don’t worry, Claw Mark is out now to quench your thirst!
“That’s it, Bea,” Ryle said, “You’ve got the idea now.” He slid his fingers into my wet pussy—two or maybe three, knuckle-deep. The action was like a thunderbolt to my senses and I cried out in relief that I had something to clench. “Good, that’s better now, isn’t it?” Aimery’s voice was velvet-dark and overflowing with approval. I peeled open my eyes and watched as he drew up a high-backed chair, sat and crossed his legs. His entire concentration was on me getting slapped and hand-fucked by Ryle. Somehow that was as much a turn-on as what Ryle was doing, seeing Aimery like that, a slight smile on his face, his eyes wide and excited and his hands clasped in his lap. In his fine suit he looked the perfect gentleman, yet here he was watching his friend going for it with his woman. Ryle spanked me again and then again, fire spiked where his palm landed. But now instead of jolting away, I arched my back and bucked for more. Each connection was sending me higher and higher. I wanted it, no, I needed it. I’d never experienced a spanking. Damn, I’d been missing out. “Oh yeah, you’re ready for it, my beauty,” Ryle said. “So hot and full and ready.” He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and I whimpered at the loss. I was more turned on than I ever thought possible—I had to be fucked, properly, now.
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I should have known my quest for vengeance would eventually be my downfall. I should have been more careful, more paranoid-but I'm glad I wasn't. Who knew that getting caught for my crimes would lead to so much happiness?
But joy can be fleeting...
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