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All Jessica E. Subject books are now at COFFEE TIME ROMANCE! And they’re all ON SALE!

Good day! So, I just uploaded my self-published books to Coffee Time Romance yesterday, and they’re already up on the site today. Yay! Thank you, Karenne! And they’re on sale!!!

For a limited time:

Get 20% off my self-published titles!

(including stories w/a Paisley Brown)

Get 25% off my Decadent Publishing titles

Click here to find all my titles at Coffee Time Romance

I’m done! And now to catch up…

Hello my dear readers! I’m sighing with relief here. Why? Because I just submitted a story I didn’t think I was going to have finished in time. The Star Princess is a science fiction romance story based on the Grimm Fairytale, The Star Money. I was given six months to write it. I was doing well, too. Then I got stuck. And no matter what I tried, I could not get unstuck. It wasn’t writer’s block, I just couldn’t figure out where the story had to go to get to the final destination. So, I had a coffee with one of my local author friends and she helped me figure out what was wrong. The whole thing! LOL

I scratched what I had and started over. But with the summer looming, I didn’t have enough time to finish the story before my kids were off school. And writing during the day with them at home is almost impossible for me. With the help of my husband occupying them for an hour here and there, and my kids having the occasional moment where they were not fighting or making train whistle noises, I finished my story.

Here’s the blurb:

In one week, Princess Ro’sa will board a spaceship, leaving her home on Minjet to be with her betrothed on Earth. The only problem is, she detests the prince’s selfish and arrogant ways, preferring to spend time with his personal aide, a man who stirs her desires in ways she never imagined possible with his radient blue eyes and smouldering lips. And oh, the way he touches her.

Will she find a way to be with the man who steals her heart, or be forced to marry the egocentric prince?

Want to know how I see my characters? Check out the story’s Pinterest board.

So, since then, I’ve been working on graphics and a newsletter for my publisher, uploading my self-published books to Coffee Time Romance, and getting blog posts scheduled for various events and authors.

Be sure to stop by tomorrow when I help Beckey White celebrate the one-year anniversary of her book blog.

Plus, I have some more exciting news. Want to know what it is? Subscribe to my newsletter to find out: http://eepurl.com/eX1Zw

Can Two Ex-Cons Find Love? The CONduct series BOX SET from @JenLanebooks #romsuspense

The CONduct Series
Can Two Ex-Cons Find Love?
Will the Mafia Let Them Live Long Enough to Find Out? 

Romantic Suspense with a Psychological Twist

Now Available in a Boxed Set!

BOOK ONE: With Good Behavior:

In a world gripped by organized crime, family dysfunction, and dim hopes of redemption, can true love persevere? For Sophie Taylor, a beautiful psychologist who lost everything when she violated an ethical boundary, and Grant Madsen, a handsome naval officer who sacrificed everything to protect a loved one, finding that love may carry an unbearable cost.

Starting their lives over in Chicago, both are fighting influences from their family and running as fast as they can to escape the past. When their paths cross outside the parole officer’s door, the attraction is instantaneous. But a hidden connection may not only shatter their fledgling love, but prove deadly to them both.

BOOK TWO: Bad Behavior:

Grant Madsen’s got issues. He’s still battling his Mafia family and doing everything possible

to keep his loved ones safe. With the cruising season coming to an end, he has to find

another job soon or he’ll rejoin his father in prison. And he’s trying to convince his rebellious teenage nephew to stay away from their criminal relatives (you can imagine how that’s going). But worst of all, Grant’s parole officer has mandated that he attend therapy.

The only saving grace is that they’re couples sessions with his girlfriend, Sophie Taylor, a fellow parolee who’s struggling with a few issues of her own. Sophie desperately hopes her past with Grant’s brother won’t destroy her future with him. There’s a sleazy professor at work who revels in sexually harassing women in the psychology department. And her father still hates Grant.

Their psychologist has his work cut out for him.

When Grant’s ruthless father hints at a plot to get out of prison, Grant must use everything he’s learned in therapy and beyond to try to stop him. It’s a race against time ­­ and a race to rescue Sophie from the Mafia’s clutches once again. But this time McSailor and Bonnie refuse to play victims. This time the cuffs are coming off.

BOOK THREE: On Best Behavior:

Planning a wedding is never easy—especially when the Russian Mafia wants you dead.

On Best Behavior—the third and final book in The Conduct Series—finds our favorite couple moving forward, despite the odds. Following a pardon by the Governor of Illinois, ex­cons Sophie Taylor and Grant Madsen are finally free to pursue their love and the life

that lies ahead for them. Grant now fights the forces that have hurt his loved ones by working undercover for the FBI, and he has infiltrated the Russian Mafia in Chicago. Sophie dives into swimming with Grant’s nephew, Ben, and into her career as a psychology

professor. Thankfully, now it’s Ben’s turn to heal through therapy sessions with Dr. Hunter Hayes.

With so many things going right for Grant and Sophie, it’s too bad the Russians aren’t their only threat. When Grant’s father, Enzo Barberi, discovers his own son thwarted his plan to break out of prison, his overdeveloped sense of vengeance flares to life. As Sophie scrambles to save her fiancé, it’s impossible to say who will kill Grant first—the Russians

or his Italian family. Can love triumph over evil? Are hard work and a pledge to be on best

behavior ever enough?

Once again, author Jennifer Lane brings a harrowing tale of romantic suspense with a

psychological twist, and it’s sure to leave readers breathless.

Author: Jennifer Lane

Title: The CONduct Series Boxed Set

Genre: Romantic Suspense

ISBN: 978­1­623421­69­4

Release Date: August 19th, 2014

Author Website: http://www.JenniferLaneBooks.com/

Twitter: @JenLaneBooks

Author Bio:

Get psyched for romance with psychologist/author (psycho author) Jennifer Lane! By day she witnesses tremendous growth in her psychotherapy clients, and by night she wrangles misbehaving fictional characters as she writes sports romance and romantic suspense with a psychological twist. She can’t decide which is more fun.Stories of redemption interest Jen the most, especially the healing power of love. She is also the author of The Conduct Series, a romantic suspense trilogy that includes With Good Behavior, Bad Behavior, and On Best Behavior. “In a story of betrayal, responsibility, treachery, and honor, Lane does an excellent job portraying the intricate intersection of two lives connected by love…and lies,” said reviewer Susan Swiderski.

Ultimately, whether writing or reading, Jen loves stories that make her laugh and cry. In her spare time she enjoys exercising, attending book club, hanging out with her plus­size, “I’m not fat, I’m big­boned” Izzie cat, and visiting her sisters and their families in Chicago and Hilton Head.

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Release Day Launch: HARD TO HOLD ON TO, a #newrelease from @LauraKayeAuthor #giveaway

Hard To Hold On To
by Laura Kaye

Edward “Easy” Cantrell knows better than most the pain of not being able to save those he loves—which is why he is not going to let Jenna Dean out of his sight.  He may have just met her, but Jenna’s the first person to make him feel alive since that devastating day in the desert more than a year ago.

Jenna has never met anyone like Easy. She can’t describe how he makes her feel–and not just because he saved her life. No, the stirrings inside her reach far beyond gratitude.

As the pair are thrust together while chaos reigns around them, they both know one thing: the things in life most worth having are the hardest to hold on to.

 Available from:

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Did you know Laura is donating the proceeds of all the sales from the first two weeks to a national non-profit that assists wounded veterans?

 

Easy tugged down the covers and gestured for Jenna to get in. She chose the side that would allow her to lie on the uninjured side of her face.

“After what you’ve been through, I don’t want to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable,” Easy said.

Propping herself on an elbow, Jenna shook her head. “You won’t. You’re the—” She blanched as if she hadn’t meant to say whatever she’d nearly said.

Which made Easy need to know. He crawled on the bed as if lured by the words. “Finish. That. Sentence.”

She eased back onto the pillow, red hair sprawling around her shoulders like silk, and stared up at him. And it took everything Easy had not to settle himself on top of her and tease the words out with his hands and tongue.

“The only one who makes me feel safe,” she whispered.

Satisfaction humming through him, Easy turned and stretched out on his back. Because if he kept looking at her while she was looking at him like that, he might not be able to restrain himself from having what he wanted. A taste. A chance.

None of which she was in any shape for. And given the shitstorm in his head, probably neither was he.

“Good. That’s good,” he murmured, blowing out a long breath. Damn, he was tired. Not just because he hadn’t slept much the night before. But because of the size of the load he’d been shouldering for the past twelve-plus months. If he could only figure out how to put it down. He scrubbed his hands over his face, wishing he could shake himself out of this fucking slump.

If Rimes were here, he’d kick Easy’s ass for being such a morose motherfucker.

But he wasn’t here. Which was the damn problem in a nutshell.

He dropped his arms to the bed and peered over at Jenna.

She lay on her side facing him, hand tucked under her chin, not looking the least bit settled or relaxed.

“Whatchu need?”

“You.” She spoke the word without any hesitation, any doubt, any seeming self-consciousness.

“Have me, Jenna. Whatever you want,” he said, his cock stirring no matter how hard he reined himself in.

Holding his gaze, she moved closer until her head rested on his shoulder and her body trapped his arm between them. And, suddenly, she wasn’t fucking close enough.

“Here,” he whispered, lifting his arm and inviting her closer. And damn if his heart didn’t soar when she fitted herself the rest of the way against him, her face against his throat, her breasts against his ribs, her leg curling up onto his thigh.

He wasn’t sure whose sigh was louder. All Easy knew was that this was the first time in more than a year he didn’t feel alone. Wrapping his arm around her, he couldn’t resist squeezing her in just a little closer.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her breath ticklish against his neck.

He laced his fingers between hers where they rested on his chest. “I gotchu. You just close your eyes and know I’m here.”

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Other Books in the Hard Ink Series:

Hard As It Gets

Hard As You Can

Hard to Come By (11/25/14)

Hard to Be Good (3/10/15)

Untitled (7/28/15)

 

Praise for the Hard Ink Series:

For Hard As You Can:

“TOP PICK! There is a sinister and desperate edge to this tale that will keep readers glued to their seats. Kaye has dark romantic suspense nailed!” ~ RT Book Reviews Magazine

“Hard As You Can is another five star read. The characters Ms. Kaye has created are wonderfully broken and the drama is gritty, but the burgeoning romance and the tight-knitted relationship of the team leaves you with a sense of redemption. A must read series!” ~San Francisco Book Review

For Hard As It Gets:

“Edgy, sexy and full of suspense!  A great read from a great new author!” ~ #1 NYT Bestselling Author J.R. Ward

“Sizzling romance… The intriguing tattoo parlor and military background will appeal to fans of Suzanne Brockmann and Lindsay McKenna.” ~Publishers Weekly Review

“Kaye’s depiction of sexual tension and her sex scenes are masterful and this will appeal to fans of Maya Banks’ KGI and Julia Ann Walker’s Black Knight’s series.” ~Booklist

 

 

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Laura Kaye is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over a dozen books in contemporary and paranormal romance. Growing up, Laura’s large extended family believed in the supernatural, and family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses cemented in Laura a life-long fascination with storytelling and all things paranormal. She lives in Maryland with her husband, two daughters, and cute-but-bad dog, and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.

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A deeper connection in BENEATH THE STARRY SKY #MySexySaturday #eroticromance #1NS

Hello everyone! Today is the 55th week of My Sexy Saturday.

This week is about sexy carriage rides, a tribute to historical romance.

Since I don’t write that subgenre, I’m going to share a sexy walk in the woods from BENEATH THE STARRY SKY, a contemporary erotic romance.

Set-up: In this contemporary erotic 1Night Stand romance, Josh has convinced Tamara to leave the hotel. Now, they are taking a walk in the woods. And though Tamara’s wig has fallen off, that doesn’t matter to Josh.

“Hey,” he called after her. “Get back here. I’m not done rescuing you yet.”

But she only wanted to run. “I guess you’ll have to catch me then.” She took off, this

time watching where she placed her feet. The air blew past her cheeks, over her bald

head, and she rediscovered her long lost freedom. Even as he chased her, she could not

deny the exhilaration of finding herself again. Of being accepted. She didn’t dare look

back to see where he was, but she heard the pounding of his feet not far behind her. “So

much for my hero.”

The pine and fir trees thinned out, giving way to more rock. A wall of limestone ran

along one side of the path, the occasional bristle cones on the other, beauty she’d lost in

the depths of the cities she’d spent her days in.

A hand grabbed her arm. “Your mind started to wander again. You slowed down.” He

backed her against the side of the mountain, his hands on either side of her head. “Now

it’s time to finish rescuing you.”

He snapped open the backpack buckles and let it fall to the ground, before his lips

were on hers. He kept his kisses light, but she wanted more. She pulled him closer, her

body pressed between a wall of rock and one of muscle and masculinity. His kisses

deepened and his tongue probed for an opening. She granted him access, her own tongue

plunging for a deeper connection.

She moaned into his mouth as his hands traveled up her shirt, cupping each breast, her

bra still on the dressing room floor. Never before had she had sex outside, but now was as

good a time as any. His hard member pressed against her stomach, but she didn’t want

the clothing between them any longer. Slipping her hands under his shirt, she lifted it off.

He had hers off in one swift motion.

“Tamara,” he whispered, his broad, firm chest pressed against her bare breasts. “I want

you. We’re not there yet, but I want you now.”

~ About Beneath the Starry Sky ~

Left at the altar with bald patches on her head and her self-confidence stripped away, Tamara Johnson must pick up the pieces of her life and face her Alopecia Areata, the autoimmune disease causing her hair to fall out. She is convinced no man will date a bald woman and arranges a one-night stand through Madame Evangeline’s popular service, 1Night Stand. With her new wig held firmly in place, Tamara arrives at the Castillo Hotel in Las Vegas for a night of passion and pleasure. Anything more than one night would mean exposing her bald head, and she will never do that to any man again.

Running into the Castillo Hotel, away from the paparazzi constantly at his heels, Josh Summers wants to spend his next few days locked away from the flashing lights and screaming fans. When he finds an incredibly sexy woman lying on his hotel room bed in nothing but lingerie, he thinks management has made a mistake. Leaving her behind, he heads for the lobby to get the situation rectified. But an unexpected text from Madame Evangeline sends him back to his room. Though unsure whether the woman on the bed is really his perfect match or just another fan believing him to be like his character on television, he knows he must find out, even if it means he must risk telling her his own secrets. If Tamara can handle his imperfections, she just might be his ideal woman.

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Five Facts about TETHERED, a #newrelease from @PippaJayGreen #scifirom

Five facts about Tethered by Pippa Jay

1. The story started with the working title of Succubi, and to begin with that was the only name the main female character had too. After all, the first and only scene I’d gotten down at the time was my heroine committing her first act as a succubus. That scene changed and got moved later on in development, but I still refer to it as my ‘Succubi in Space’ story.

2. The blurb won the SFR Brigade Pitch Contest in 2012. It wasn’t until I went back and looked it up that I realized how long ago I’d started the story – December 2011! The pitch contest was a fun event organized by the Science Fiction Romance Brigade (of which I’m a proud member), and I pretty much threw the blurb together just for the event as I hadn’t written much of the story and didn’t know how it was going to end. Feedback there actually helped me hone the blurb, and resulted in a name change for my heroine.

3. The idea hit me fully on Christmas Day and I had to sneak off to my bedroom to make hasty notes throughout the holiday. Of all the days of the year, this is one I CANNOT take time out to write. But somehow I managed to. I’d rather muse didn’t do that to me again though.

4. It was the first thing I’d written that didn’t have its own soundtrack…unless you count Christmas Carols. Normally music either sparks off a story or helps set the tone for what I’m writing. Even in hindsight, I don’t have a soundtrack for Tethered. I feel somehow…bad about that. Feel free to suggest some! However, the title itself did come from a song by Eliott Minor.

5. The idea originally came from a discussion on Twitter about under-represented mythical and legendary creatures in speculative fiction. I love Twitter. It’s my main hangout. Great to network, chat, brainstorm – if I had to give up all social media bar one, Twitter is what I would keep. And all the great tweeps I follow there, and who follow me.

TETHERED
by Pippa Jay

She can kill with a kiss. But can assassin Tyree also heal one man’s grief, and bring peace to a galaxy threatened by war?

For Tyree of the Su, being an assassin isn’t simply something she was trained for. It’s the sole reason for her existence. A genetically enhanced clone—one of many in Refuge—she’s about to learn her secluded lifestyle, and that of all her kind, is under threat by a race capable of neutralizing their special talents to leave them defenseless.

For Zander D’joren, being a diplomat has not only cost him his appearance, but also the love of his life. Scarred, grieving, he must nonetheless continue in his role as co-delegate to the fearsome Tier-vane or risk a conflict that could only end one way.

Now both of them need to keep each other alive and maintain a perilous deception long enough to renegotiate the treaty with the Tier-vane, or throw their people into a war that could wipe out Terrans and Inc-Su alike. But there’s more at stake than humanity, whether true or modified. Can the love growing between them save them both? Or merely hasten their destruction?

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(In August, Breathless Press is offering 50% off to celebrate their 5th birthday!)

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After spending twelve years working as an Analytical Chemist in a Metals and Minerals laboratory, Pippa Jay is now a stay-at-home mum who writes scifi and the supernatural. Somewhere along the way a touch of romance crept into her work and refused to leave. In between torturing her plethora of characters, she spends the odd free moment playing guitar very badly, punishing herself with freestyle street dance, and studying the Dark Side of the Force. Although happily settled in the historical town of Colchester in the UK with her husband of 21 years and three little monsters, she continues to roam the rest of the Universe in her head.

Pippa Jay is a dedicated member of the Science Fiction Romance Brigade, blogging at Spacefreighters Lounge, Adventures in Scifi, and Romancing the Genres. Her works include a YA science fiction novel—Gethyon—published through BURST (Champagne Books), three self-published short stories (Terms & Conditions Apply, The Bones of the Sea, and Reboot), and she’s one of eight authors included in a science fiction romance anthology—Tales from the SFR Brigade. She’s also a double SFR Galaxy Award winner, been a finalist in the Heart of Denver RWA Aspen Gold Contest (3rd place), and the GCC RWA Silken Sands Star Awards (2nd place).

You can stalk her at her website http://pippajay.co.uk, or at her blog http://pippajay.blogspot.co.uk, but without doubt her favorite place to hang around and chat is on Twitter as @pippajaygreen.

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It’s a BOX SET Bonanza! Get these SIZZLING sets for $0.99 each!

Do you enjoy box sets? I know I do. It’s a great way to get stories you love at a great price! But, it’s also a great way to find new authors to love. You may not have read certain authors before, but if they’re in a box set with someone you really enjoy, it’s a great way to check out their work.

I’m very lucky and honored to be involved in TWO box sets with other authors. Plus, I have one that is just my stories. All three of them are BESTSELLERS at All Romance. And guess what? They’re all available for only $0.99 each!

That’s 41 stories all together, for under $3.00!

Box of 1Night Stands ~ 21 Sizzling Nights

My story SATIN SHEETS IN SPACE is included.

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Sci Spanks 2014 Anthology

The SCI SPANKS 2014 ANTHOLOGY offers fifteen sexy spanking stories with a science fiction twist. You’ll find everything from sweet, tender romance to laugh-out-loud humor, to strict expectations of obedience. The romantic pairings range: M/F to F/F and M/M. Whatever your kink, you’re sure to find at least one short story that will please–and titillate.

My story REPLICATED CONSEQUENCES is included:

After Darryl Malloy’s wife is killed in combat, he doesn’t expect to find her standing on his door step. Only she is not his wife, but a clone, armed with a paddle.

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Jessica E. Subject 1Night Stand Box Set

A date on a space station? Alien lovers? Madame Evangeline, owner of the exclusive 1Night Stand dating service is known to be magical in fulfilling the ideal dates of her clients, but she’s outdone herself this time, bringing together beings from Earth and beyond. As long as applicants are willing to let go of their pasts and open their hearts and minds, she will find their perfect match, whether they be a former sci-fi television star, a nurse, an employee of the Space Service, a former Marine, or even an extraterrestrial. Because everyone in the universe deserves a happily ever after…

Contains Beneath the Starry Sky, Celestial Seduction, Unknown Futures, Satin Sheets in Space, and Sudden Breakaway.

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I’ve also recently featured $0.99 box sets on my blog involving Kacey Hammell (Hot Summer Nights) & Karyn Gerrard (Summer Heat).

Plus, check out the $0.99 box sets from these authors…

Stephanie Beck

Wendy Burke

Liz Crowe

LC Dean

DL Jackson

JoAnne Kenrick

Mahalia Levey

Ann Mayburn

Kate Richards

Rebecca Royce

Ursula Sinclair

Deanna Wadsworth

Kali Willows

SUMMER HEAT BOX SET ~ 10 Spicy Novels for only $0.99! #newrelease #99cents @KarynGerrard

SUMMER HEAT BOX SET 10 SPICY NOVELS! 
99 CENTS!

For a limited time,   you can buy the Summer Heat box set, which includes 10 novels from Crimson Romance’s Spicy line! Not short stories, not novellas…but   novels.   Look below for a few select blurbs and excerpts

BOX SET BLURB:   When the summer sun beats down on the beach, Crimson Romance turns up the sizzle between the pages. From hot bikers to powerful venture capitalists and those oh-so-sexy military men in—and out—of uniform, these ten books put the spotlight on the heroes who make us melt. It’s a collection of our steamiest stories by these rising stars:

The Wicked Bad—Karyn Gerrard

Infamous—Irene Preston

Prelude to a Seduction—Lotchie Burton

Inventing Sin—Alicia Thorne

His Fantasy Maid—Susan Blexrud

Island Pursuits—Heather Rodney-Diaz

Dangerous Love—Lilou DuPont

Her New Worst Enemy—Christy McKellen

Blitzkrieg Love—Livia Olteano

As If You Never Left Me—Katriena   Knights

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Here are a few select excerpts:

The Wicked Bad   by Karyn Gerrard

Dark and brooding, Nick Crocetti is a bad boy in looks and demeanor. Veronica Barnes needs a new start, and Nick is a complication she doesn’t need.

Can they break down the barriers of past heartbreak, or is Veronica just a good girl who longs to rub against “the wicked bad”?

Excerpt:  

She followed him toward the beach. The shoreline wasn’t very big, but private, as you couldn’t see the road or much else from their vantage point. Wonder how many other women he brought here, she thought cynically.

He spread the blanket and assisted her in sitting down. Again, the touch of his hand made her face flush as well as parts further south. Nick sat next to her with one leg bent and he rested his arm on the top of his knee. They sat quietly and gazed out over the water. The waves caressed the sand with a serene almost hypnotic sound.

“I saw you talking to that wuss, Jake Spooner, as I left the other day. I can imagine what he said about me,” Nick said in a voice so soft, she hardly recognized it as his.

Veronica cleared her throat uncomfortably.

Nick laughed. “I see. Go on, amuse me, what did he say?”

“Um, he said you were in prison—” she began.

“Jail. Not prison,” he retorted.

“There’s a difference?”

“You’ve got the cop for a brother, you tell me,” Nick snapped. He shook his head, more gently he said, “Sorry. It’s a touchy subject. City jail, for assault and destruction of property. Prison usually means a state or federal beef. Mine was local and a long time ago. I did my time and it’s over. I don’t like talking about it.”

“He called you a thug and said you deal drugs among other things.” She shouldn’t be telling him this, but the words tumbled out of her.

“Really? And still you went out with me? Are you some thrill seeker, one of those good girls eager to rub up against some wicked bad? Is that why you’re here? I’ll be as bad as you want, just say the word.”

His voice grew tight and edgy. Barely restrained anger simmered below the surface, she could hear it.

“I’m just telling you what Jake said, you asked.”

Nick stared at her for several moments. “Yeah. I did. Sorry. I haven’t been out on a date in awhile.”

“You haven’t been with any women…”

“Oh, I didn’t say I haven’t been with women, just haven’t been on a date.” The right corner of his mouth twitched in what Veronica supposed was amusement.

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Infamous   by Irene Preston

Jessica Sinclair is Hollywood’s favorite wild-child, so what’s she doing burning cookies and playing house in the ‘burbs?  Conservative soccer dad Morgan Riley can’t figure it out but he’s happy to have her home and heating things up in his bed.  Then Jessica finds herself back in the tabloids…with Morgan’s teenage daughter right next to her.

Excerpt:

In the elevator, he fumbled for the room key that would allow them access to the suites on the top floors. His hands felt big and awkward as they swiped the key through the reader. If you stripped me naked on the hors d’oeuvres table. . . .Christ. She always had a way of knocking him off balance, of peeling away every last bit of self control. She had thrown the words out so casually, and as soon as she said them he had pictured doing just that—imagined shoving aside the crudités and shrimp cocktail and spreading her out like his own personal feast.

The doors closed and she was in his arms. He pushed her against the elevator wall, his tongue thrusting urgently into her mouth. She wound around him, humming incoherent words of encouragement. They weren’t nearly close enough. She tilted her head back, inviting his tongue deeper. He was drowning in the taste of her when he felt her hands slide down between them. His body jerked.

They were still in the elevator. He was damned if he was going to make love in a public elevator. He managed to wrest her hands away from him and anchored them above her head with one of his own.

“Not here.” Could she hear the desperation in his voice?

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His Fantasy Maid    by Susan Blexrud

On the eve of Jake Sinclair’s bachelor party, his best man surprises him with a fantasy maid named Amy. Clad in a bikini, she cleans his house and jump starts his heart. She’s beautiful, smart, and compassionate. Why is a woman like this working as a fantasy maid? A few days later, with thoughts still distracted by the enigmatic Amy, Jake crashes his car and wakes in the hospital emergency room where his fantasy maid is now wearing scrubs and wielding a stethoscope. Is she an hallucination, or is his fantasy maid a doctor?

Excerpt:

If I believed the adage, “you are what you do,” my self-concept would be in the toilet, so to speak.  I clean houses in a bikini or French maid get-up, client’s choice, which contributes little to making the world a better

place.  As a result, my adage is, “you are what you become,” because I’m becoming a doctor.

But today, I’m Amy Maitland, fantasy maid.

My best friend and fellow medical resident, Ellen, knows about my undercover life working for Fantasy Maids, but she’s the only one.  If word got out at the College of Medicine, I’d be the laughingstock of the University of Central Florida.  My five brothers know I work as a housemaid, which they respect as good, honest labor, but they don’t know the fantasy aspect.  Protective (and controlling) men that they are, they’d lock me up.

That being said, it’s not the worst job in the world.  I’ve been a fantasy maid for almost two years, and so far, none of my clients has tried to assault me. But it’s always a possibility, considering Florida’s propensity for perverts.  The company (i.e. Rex, the owner, and a part-time secretary) arms us with pepper spray and an emergency hotline number (Rex’s cell phone), and they screen the customers to make sure no one’s a registered sex offender.  They also arrange our appointments, and Rex is good about following up…within four or five days…to make sure we survived the gig.

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Her New Worst Enemy   by Christy McKellen

Six months ago Ellie Holdsworthy’s life was all planned out – kids, wedding, happy ever after – until her boyfriend dumped her for another woman. Now her best friend, Penny – an heiress to as mall fortune – looks set to run off with a gold-digger and Ellie is determined to save her from certain doom. Unfortunately, the only person who can help is the one person she’d rather not ask…

Little does Ellie know, persuading her brother’s best friend – commitment phobic, playboy businessman, Gideon DeLancy- to hold an intervention at his beautiful Georgian manor would be the easy part. Keeping her hands off him is a whole other matter.

Excerpt:

Gideon grasped her wrists and pulled them behind her body, pushing her breasts forwards even more. He held both wrists captive with one hand and pressed his body closer to her, trapping them. She gasped as his erection pushed against the top of her buttocks.

“See how much you turn me on,” he whispered again into her ear, his eyes not leaving hers in the reflection. Blood pounded between her legs causing a hard ache of need, and she pushed her buttocks against him, loving the feeling of his obvious arousal for her. As she stared back at the mirror she was amazed to see how different she looked now. Her breasts were high and full pushed forward and with her pelvis tipped back, her stomach seemed flatter and tighter. For the first time in a very long time she looked at her body, really looked at it, and liked what she saw.

“You see,” he said, kissing along the top of her shoulder. “Gorgeous.”

He released his hold on her captured wrists and ran his fingers across where her collar bones pushed against her flesh, to the dip of her neck, then skimmed down over her breasts, down her stomach to the top of her jeans. He pulled the buttons roughly open and slipped his hands inside, under her panties, before pushing them down over her legs.

“Step out of them,” he murmured, and she did as she was told. She was now standing naked in front of a mirror. In front of Gideon. “Bend forward and put your hands against the mirror,”he said.

“What?” Her voice was shaky and light with arousal.

“Just do it, Ellie,” he said, kicking her clothes away from them.

About Christy:

B.K. (Before Kids) Christy worked as a Video and Radio Producer in London and Nottingham. After a decade of dealing with nappies,tantrums and endless questions from toddlers, she’s come out the other side and moved into the wonderful world of literature. She now spends her time writing flirty, sexy romance with a kick (her dream job!).

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Prefer an #audiobook? Travel through space with ANOTHER NIGHT, ANOTHER PLANET #1NS

Hello! I’m super excited about my first audio book release. When Decadent Publishing asked me if I wanted any of my titles made into an audio book, I jumped at the chance. Then I had to consider which one. I only wanted to do one at first, just to see how the process went. Now, I’m looking forward to more.

Another Night, Another Planet

Erotic Science Fiction Romance

Limited by status… Ava is a housekeeper aboard Star Spirit, a luxury cruise ship travelling between the Milky Way and the Belvarian System. Coming from a middle-class family on Earth, she is considered by passengers as nothing more than an object to be tossed away when they’re done with her. Shunned because of his lineage… Banned from several planets across the universe, Nate struggles to run his interstellar shipping business. But the DNA of an exterminated race runs through his blood, giving him a diluted form of their powers, and leaving him labeled as a terrorist. Both searching for the one… Through her 1Night Stand dating service, Madame Evangeline matches these two together for a celestial escape on the pleasure planet, Elatia. Will Ava and Nate find what they’re looking for, or will their date be just another night on another planet?

Now Available as an Audio Book

narrated by Audrey Lusk

Audible | Amazon | iTunes

*You can listen to a sample at Audible and Amazon*

Hey, Santa is ONE! Read the first chapter… #scifirom #holidayromance

Hello readers! I’m excited to announce that my short holiday story, HEY, SANTA, is one year published today. This All Romance eBooks Bestseller was a fun story to write, and I plan to write more holiday alien stories in the future. Here’s a bit about the story, followed by the first chapter. Enjoy!

Hey, Santa

An Alien for the Holidays story

Erotic Sci-Fi Romance

ISBN: 978-0991932016

She doesn’t want a lot for Christmas…

Claire Otton dreads spending another holiday alone. When her best friend convinces her to approach the sexy mall Santa, she takes the chance and asks him out, hoping for so much more.

He’s waiting under the mistletoe…

Although Andreas Castellanos blends in on Earth, he knows he will never belong. But when the gorgeous woman he’d been staring at invites him to dinner, he has a hard time saying no.

All they’re asking for…

Can these two lonely souls find magic together or will their secrets steal their chance of a happy Christmas?

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©Jessica E. Subject 2013

Chapter One

“You can’t be serious.” Claire mustered the dirtiest look possible for her best friend.

Tiffany held out her hands and air-squeezed the man’s firm rear end from a distance. “C’mon. Look at that ass.”

“Yes, but a Santa Claus? How do I know what he looks like under that suit and beard?” Imagining removing the white hair to find a wrinkled old man, she shuddered.

“Only one way to find out.” Smacking Claire’s butt, Tiffany urged her forward. “Go ask him.”

She planted her feet. Thank goodness she hadn’t worn heels for their marathon shopping trip two days before Christmas. “If you’re so interested, why don’t you?”

Tiffany rolled her eyes, sighing. “Because I’m engaged to be married to the love of my life. You’re the Grinch who needs to get laid.”

“I’m not a Grinch,” she snapped. Breathing deeply, she counted backwards from ten. “I’m sorry. This is a very stressful time of year for me.”

“I know.” Tiffany cupped her elbow. “I just want to see you happy at Christmas again. It doesn’t have to be a miserable holiday anymore. That’s part of the reason I dragged you with me today.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat, tears welling already. Please don’t let me turn into a blubbering mess in the middle of the mall. While she appreciated her friend’s concern, she coped better on her own. “I…I should go home. I can’t pretend it didn’t happen.”

“No, but you can’t stop living, either.” Wiping the tears with one of the many tissues she kept stuffed in her purse, Tiffany gave her a brief smile. “You don’t need to be alone anymore. Give someone a chance for goodness’ sake. Your parents and brother would want you to be happy. I want you to be happy.”

But happiness no longer existed in her world. Hadn’t since she’d arrived home for the Christmas holidays four years ago. No one came to pick her up at the airport. Instead, she’d taken a cab and been dropped off at a smoldering pile of rubble that used to be her family home. Her parents and younger brother had been asleep when an arsonist set fire to the attached garage. All dead. Her family never made it out. The young punk had been caught and sentenced to serve the rest of his life in prison, but she’d lost everything.

She bit her bottom lip to avoid crying again. Without them, she had very little support. The only person remaining in her life who gave two shits about her was Tiffany, and she’d be married in a few months. Moving on with her life.

Maybe that is what I need to do. But who wanted a damaged woman who’d dropped out of university? Surely, no one worth spending her life with.

“Please, Claire.” Tiffany rubbed her arm. “Will you ask him already? I saw him before he changed into the suit. He’s hot. And he has to be patient since he works with kids. If this doesn’t work, I’ll never get on your case again.”

“Fine,” she grumbled. A bad date has to be better than sitting at home by myself. “This is the last time. No more double dates or trying to set me up with a guy in any way.”

Tiffany held out her baby finger. “Pinky swear.”

After sealing the promise, Claire patted the puffy skin under her eyes. “Is my makeup running?”

“No, you look beautiful, as always.” Grabbing her shoulders, her friend spun her around. “Now, go get him before he’s swarmed by a bunch of kids. And hopefully, soon he’ll fill your stocking with all kinds of Christmas cheer.”

Her cheeks warmed. She wanted more than a night of fucking, though that wouldn’t hurt, either. But Santa? Really? What was she supposed to say? Hey, Santa, I saw you bending over, and I think you have a nice ass. Want to go out sometime?

 

Andreas blinked, trying to wrap his head around what the sexy woman in front of him had just asked. He’d stared at her miles of long legs showed off by black tights, and her full, glossy lips, but he never expected her to leave her friend and come over, let alone ask him on a date. The only women who ever approached him were already married and concerned about the results of their child’s picture with Santa Claus. Or, the single moms who thought he’d make a great baby daddy. Um, no.

“You want to go out on a date? With me?” he asked.

She nodded, her eyes glassy, as if about to cry if he said no. He would hate himself if that happened. But, her expression changed in an instant, her stare hard. “Forget I said anything.” She stepped back. “You’re looking a little green anyway.”

Green? Shit. He thought he’d perfected his appearance. Guess not. Yet, he refused to let the woman leave before he agreed to see her again.

“Wait! You haven’t gotten your candy cane yet. And to get one, you have to sit on my knee and tell me what you want for Christmas.” Anything to get her closer.

She grinned, his cock twitching from her wicked stare. And when she sat on his lap, her soft hair brushing against his cheek, he groaned. No other female specimen compared to her in sex appeal. He stared at her lusty curves, wanting to touch and lick, imagining her pouty lips around his cock. So much time had passed since his last sexual encounter. He yearned to taste her, fuck her until she screamed his name. But so many reasons left him treading carefully around women, least of all to get caught groping someone while on the job.

He feared the authorities looking into his background. One he didn’t have. At least not until five years ago.

“So, you really want to go out with me, not knowing what I look like? This isn’t some dare, is it?” He’d been through that, too, from a bunch of giggling young women. Thankfully, he hadn’t fallen into their trap. He wanted the woman in front of him to be serious.

“Well, you’re the most muscular Santa I’ve ever seen. And your suit is tight in all the right places.” She shifted on his knee. “As long as you’re not old enough to be my father, then yes, I really would like to go on a date with you.”

“Not even close, I hope. I’m twenty-eight.” He tried to ignore his desire to find a quiet corner for a quickie. Frickin’ libido rejected the idea of letting the woman out of his sight.

“Works for me.” Her hip rubbed against his cock. “So, how about dinner?”

“Yes,” he hissed, changing his focus to imagine something fugly as a distraction, like the governor in drag maybe. In his bed. He had to get rid of his hard-on before some mother brought her kid over. With a shudder, he returned his attention to the woman on his lap. “When were you thinking?”

She faced the sign listing Santa’s hours. “You’re done at seven? How about nine? I’ll make reservations at Barnaby’s and meet you there.”

Barnaby’s? Not too chic, yet not a restaurant where he would run into more of the kids who sat on his knee all day. A much better place to get to know the woman in front of him. And maybe he’d have her for dessert.

A family lined up to see him, two screaming kids among them.

The woman on his knee rose. “I should go.”

“Wait.” He grabbed her wrist, but let go at the collective gasp from his elves.

Everyone in line stared. He cringed, waiting for her to slap him.

Shit. He had to save himself. “I don’t even know your name, how to get ahold of you if I’m going to be late.”

Sitting back down, she reached into her purse. Mace? He squeezed his eyes shut. Instead of spraying him, she rolled up his sleeve, pressing something against his skin. He dared to look, opening one eye at a time.

Claire Otton followed by her phone number. “If you get caught up, give me a call.” She stood again, facing him, her cheeks glowing. “Otherwise, I’ll see you at nine. And don’t make any plans for the rest of the evening, either.”

He swallowed the urge to follow her, take her into the closest storage closet or washroom. “Claire, you didn’t tell me what you want for Christmas.”

Leaning in close, she gave him a breathtaking view of her cleavage. “Stick around,” she whispered. “And you’ll find out.”

Shivers ran down his spine. Fuck, she knows how to send my dick into overdrive. But in an instant, she disappeared and one of his helpers placed a wailing kid on his lap.

Is it nine o’clock yet? Sneaking a look at the kiddie-pool-sized clock on the wall, he groaned. Fuck, only four.