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August 21, 2015
The perfect night ~ #MySexySaturday from BENEATH THE STARRY SKY #romance #1NS
Hello everyone! Thank you for joining me for the 106th week of My Sexy Saturday. Here are the details: every Saturday, published and unpublished authors will be sharing 7 words, sentences, or paragraphs from a work-in-progress or an already published story.
Today’s theme is…
THAT SEXY TIME OF DAY
Here’s seven from BENEATH THE STARRY SKY, a contemporary erotic romance about a woman with alopecia, which just released in audio.
Setup: Josh has taken Tamara to a cave in Mount Charlston for their date. She’s about to find out why.
“The edge?” A look of terror flashed across her face. “What if we fall off?”
He laughed then helped her up, into his arms. “I don’t plan on letting you fall over. Besides, the show is going to start soon.”
Her wide eyes stared up at him. “What show?”
“Let’s move and find out.” He pulled the foam mat and sleeping bag to the entrance of the cave. Sitting down on the bag, he settled her between his legs. He flicked the flashlight off and stared up at the sky.
The first flash of light shot across the indigo background. She gasped. “That was a shooting star.”
He held her tighter. “That’s only the beginning. There’ll be plenty of wishes made tonight and I hope I can grant some of them for you.”
Kissing the back of her bare head, he smiled when she gave in, relaxed against him. The stars could wait….
~ BENEATH THE STARRY SKY ~
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August 20, 2015
WHAT LOLA WANTS … it’s about time! @JoAnneKenrick #newrelease #romance #amreading
What Lola Wants … it’s about time!
Huge thanks to Jessica for hosting me on her awesomesauce blog! It’s a pleasure and honor to be here, as always. I adore the socks off that gal.
Well. It’s official, I am now one of those fandangled hybrid authors who is published both traditionally via a publisher, and self published. My first self-published book just went live for pre-order…and releases shortly on August 27th 2015. Psst…it’s only $1.11, what a bargain! One of the bonuses of self-publishing is that I get to set the price.
What Lola Wants, London Dolls book one, holds a very special place in my heart. Not just because she’s my first self-published book and kick starts a very exciting series set in London’s West End, but because she’s been on my computer for years. Yes! I said years. I finished her back in 2013. As with all my books, I polished her and edited her with the help of my amazing critique group. But then…2014 was an awful year. Personal stuff, but let’s just say writing was the last thing on my mind for a long while. She was ready to publish, really, mid-2014. But I just kept picking at the manuscript, slowly over time while I waited for life to settle down again.
And, as you can imagine, to finally be able to let What Lola Wants loose on the world is an incredibly satisfying yet nerve splitting feeling. I can’t wait for you to meet Lola. She’s full of sass and is so stubborn…but her old high school crush is about to knock that right out of her, and then some!
If you want a “girls night out” type reading experience, then my new London Dolls series is for you! It’s full of hopes and dreams, and glam…all set in the glizty West End of London with small town visits thrown in for good measure.
I hope readers love Lola and Dennis as much as I do, and the whole crew of characters waiting in line for their story to be told *grins* …
I present to you, London Dolls, book one.
What Lola Wants.
Louisa “Lola” Lone flees The Royal Ballet and ends her days as arm-candy to a cheating choreographer. Back in London, she plans to recreate herself and find the happiness success never brought her. But she hasn’t seen her best friend’s brother, the blond surfer who still holds her heart, in years, and worries he may resent her for leaving him for fame and fortune.
Dennis Bay sucks at relationships. Why? Because he can’t get over Lola. A decade after leaving without a glance back, she’s returned and needs support. He wants to pretend she’s just his baby sister’s friend, leave the city, and surf out his emotions on the biggest waves he can find, ultimately forgetting about her. But he can’t deny the frenzy of love and lust the sexy dancer has him in.
Spinning into the dazzling world of burlesque, Louisa hopes to rediscover her confidence and a path back to Dennis. But a stalker lurks in the shadows of her new life and threatens a second chance with her high school crush. Can history and desire overcome all that stands in the way of Dennis and Louisa’s happily ever after?
Available August 27, 2015
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Want a sneak look? Here’s a snippet just for you!
She pressed the cutesy doorbell she helped pick out when she and Jane had first moved in, then waited.
It had only been four or so months since she’d last chit-chatted on the phone with Jane, but ten years had passed since they’d last rehearsed together. Last she’d heard, Jane was some big West End star now. Knowing this eased her guilt of being accepted to The Royal Ballet when Jane had been rejected.
Louisa’s suitcase bulged with all the clothes she’d managed to squeeze into the battered old thing. The sight brought home her new reality. No performing for the unforeseeable future. She slumped. Voluntary sabbatical. Ha! Her ex had pushed her so far into a corner that she didn’t have a choice.
She pressed the button again.
Still no answer.
“Jane?” She knocked on the hardwood.
The door creaked open a sliver.
“Hello?” Louisa peeked around the opening, her voice a notch higher than a whisper. “Anyone home?”
She inched into her old place and peered around.
Not a stick of furniture remained in a room distinguished by peeling pink wallpaper and faded carpet. No welcoming aromas of coffee and sweet vanilla butter cream from her friend’s cake and caffeine addiction. Just the bitter lemon and pine scent of cleaning products lingered.
Nothing resembled the bright flat she’d once shared with Jane.
The door to the kitchen where she’d burned countless meals and brewed much coffee creaked open a little, and the sounds of a man engaged in a heated discussion echoed. He blasted complaints about spoiled fruitcake and returned invites.
Seemed her friend no longer lived here, but someone getting hitched did. The voice, gruff like Jane’s surfer brother, Dennis, made her pause. She dismissed the idea when the man said, “Poppycock.” Dennis wouldn’t be caught dead saying such a thing. Cock, yes. But with a poppy? Definitely not.
She pivoted into the hall and closed the door behind her.
Now what?
Time to head to a hotel, that’s what, and phone Jane to let her know she was back in town and needed hugs.
“You rang, and rang…and rang?” The door flung open. She staggered back and turned. Dennis Bay loomed over her. Blond, unruly hair, perfect tan, and bright blues. He was still the vision of a sun-kissed surfer straight from Devonshire’s wild waves, except he wore “adult” clothes now, instead of the long shorts and tee she remembered him in.
Smoking hot.
Her breath caught for the longest second before she was able to ask, “What happened to you?”
“Lola?” He curled his tongue as he over-pronounced the Ls in her name. “It can’t be.”
No one ever called her Lola, no one except him. And no one matched the sensual way he rolled his Ls that cut right through to her insides and made her heart flutter.
Oh, my.
Dennis Bay. Jane’s older brother and Louisa’s long-time crush. One she thought she was over. Apparently, not so much.
JoAnne Kenrick is a multi-published author who writes contemporary romances. She was born and raised in a wee seaside town in North Wales, and has traveled far and wide. In true Brit form, she is a teaholic.
She now lives in North Carolina with her very own British hero, where she creates ever afters with a backdrop of those wonderful places she’s visited.
Snuggle into your favorite reading spot, and let JoAnne entertain you with a story of romance and passion…
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August 18, 2015
“Give me a chance” #MidWeekTease from BENEATH THE STARRY SKY #audiobook #romance
Happy Wednesday! Welcome to another Mid Week Tease post! Mid Week Tease is an author meme started and hosted by author Sandra Bunino, where authors share snippets from their recent releases, back list titles, and works-in-progress (WIPs). So, please check out my tease and visit the other participating authors listed below.
For today’s post, I’m going to share an audio excerpt from my latest audio book release, Beneath the Starry Sky.
~ 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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August 17, 2015
How many will die before the truth is exposed? SHADOWED BY SIN by @LaynaPimentel #historical #suspense #romance
From ARe bestselling author Layna Pimentel comes a brand new suspenseful historical romance.
Historical Romantic Suspense/Gothic Romance
ISBN: 978-1-62210-245-7
Every man has a price…
As Lord Benedict St. John and his fiancée prepare to marry, his family is blackmailed by a former acquaintance. Hoping to set things straight, he accepts an invitation to dine at the Blackmailer’s family estate.
But how many should die…
Estelle agrees to accompany Benedict, but nothing prepares her for the mysteries and bodies she stumbles across during her time at Hawthorne Hall.
Before the shocking truth is exposed?
Hawthorne Hall holds many secrets, but will Estelle and Benedict escape to see the day their union is blessed, or will they succumb to an untimely end?
Warning: This book is intended for a mature audience only, and contains frank language and adult situations.
Liquid Silver Books
Novella – 83 pages
Available from:
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Reviews:
The twists, diabolical turns and disturbing descriptions had me hooked and wanting more! I couldn’t put it down! ~ Goodreads review
Filled with emotional turmoil, danger, suspense, mystery, deceit, lies, scandal, murder and romance. What an awesome blend of romance with suspense, family turmoil and secrets. Not for the faint of heart… ~ My Book Addiction and More
Where I can usually figure out the intrigue element in most mysteries, I wasn’t exactly left guessing who the bad guy was, but I was pleasantly surprised to find out he had an accomplice! ~ Award winning author Nichole Severn
Benedict St. John glared ice-cold daggers at his father. The marquess paced behind his desk, muttering oaths and, within his meaty grip, he held a crumpled piece of paper. Benedict didn’t know what had the patriarch so vexed, however, whatever it was, had to have been infuriating enough to radiate contempt. To have pulled him away from making arrangements for his and Estelle’s wedding had to have been of great importance.
Exhaling, Benedict took a seat by the fireplace, but not before reaching for the brandy his father left out on the sideboard. He swirled the amber liquid and inhaled the sweet scent of the indulgence; the liquor his father preferred to drink when something went awry.
“Dare I ask what has you in such a state, Father?”
“I’m not sure if you want to be privy to such information. It’s a bloody scandal. Your mother is going to be surly when she finds out. Not to mention how the rest of our family will be dragged through the mud. No, it is crucial we put a stop to this madness.”
Benedict winced, knowing all too well his mother would only give her scathing disapproval if the situation were related to their finances. They had led a comfortable lifestyle up until now and, while taking up a smaller residence wouldn’t bother him that much, his mother would certainly object. He imagined his mother’s words spewing and sputtering, society this, and society that. They would be ruined, and she would be too embarrassed to face society. She would insist that they leave town, and God would only know to where.
In fact, while he maintained a small income and the inheritance he received from his grandfather, the time had arrived for him to consider moving into his own residence. Something he should have done some time ago, but his resolve in ensuring him and Estelle had enough income without relying heavily on his parents had weighed on him greatly.
With his nuptials to Lady Estelle Humphrey pending, he really should have established their family residence by now. He had no excuse to not have it completed already. Their wedding being more than a month away certainly didn’t leave him more time to piss about and squander time he didn’t have.
“Father, come and sit down with me. I am certain we can discern how much trouble the family is in. If there is an opportunity to consolidate properties—”
The earl guffawed at the suggestion. “My dear boy; let me ascertain that none of the servants are nearby and I will confide in you. What I have to say impacts on everyone and I want to make sure this information stays between you and me.”
Benedict raised a brow at his father’s comment. What on earth, could the man be hiding?
Born and raised in Toronto, Ontario, Layna discovered her love of reading at an early age. She’s a bestselling author at All Romance eBooks, and multi-published author of historical, paranormal and contemporary erotic romances. When she isn’t devouring salacious romance novels or writing, she enjoys losing herself in researching ancient history and mythology, weaponry, and hiking. She lives in Northern Ontario, with her husband and two daughters.
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Summer Writing Goals ~ Update #4
Hello! Time for this week’s writing update. This week, I didn’t get much writing done, but have been busy with other writing related tasks.
Beneath the Starry Sky in audio has released! I am working on a blog tour for this release, that will run from August 26th through to October 7th. Listen to a sample here. The audio book is available from Audible, Amazon, and iTunes.
I spent a couple days this week formatting and uploading Taken by the Billionaire Alien Next Door. It is now available for pre-order and will release August 24th. You can pre-order from All Romance, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Coffee Time Romance, Google Play, iBooks, Kobo, and Smashwords. I am also working on a blog tour for this release, which will run August 24th to September 19th.
As for Alien Attraction, I started at 16,706 words and finished this week at 17,530, for a total of 824 new words. Not even a full scene.
GOALS FOR THE WEEK ~ I’m hoping to get a minimum of 2,500 new words written, and I’m also spending the week taking a formatting course with Meredith Bond. Of course, I’ll also be busy sending out post information for my new release tours.
PARTY TIME! On Wednesday, August 19th, I will be helping Anastasia Vitsky celebrate the release of Taliaschild. But, of course, I’ll be there with my sexy aliens and prizes for you all. Join me on Facebook from 2:00-2:30 PM eastern.
Saturday, August 22, Decadent Publishing is hosting a Facebook party to celebrate their 5th anniversary. The Grand Prize is a Kindle. Plus, there will be plenty of other prizes.
I will be participating in a Facebook party September 24, Around the World with Cherise DeLand and Desiree Holt. My time is 10:30 to 11 am Eastern. There will be an awesome Grand Prize, and I’ll have my own prizes as well.
August 16, 2015
#SFRMonday: Tales from the SFR Brigade, a #FREE #scifirom anthology! @pippajaygreen
Please welcome back Pippa Jay with a FREE sci-fi romance antho.
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A space captain discovers the cyborg she loves just might be her greatest enemy.
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• A space-obsessed physics teacher is kidnapped by a far-too-charming alien.
• An apocalypse survivor battles the biomech-enhanced hunter who seeks to capture her.
• A young artist must choose between her comfortable life on Earth or a war-torn space colony with her beloved.
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• A widowed rebel leader tries to save the last remnants of humanity, one stranger at a time.
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The door slid open and Tevik walked in. Jiona resisted the urge to leap up and tackle him. There’d be time for escape plans when she knew the deal…and had some clothing. A semi-naked female running loose would attract too much unwanted attention, even one as skinny as her. He’d done her a favor. Dammit, he’d saved her life. Plus, he held a tray with food and drink on it, and her stomach was already clenching in ravenous anticipation.
“Good morning.” He eyed her with suspicion and kept his distance. What was he afraid of? That she might kiss him again? Or try to hurt him? Right at that moment she wasn’t sure herself. He’d saved her, agreed to her insane request to be taken into his custody…and then stripped her. A slap would be appropriate, surely. “How are you feeling?”
“A damn sight better than the last time I was conscious.” Jiona couldn’t help staring. Tevik was only wearing jeans, displaying an expanse of coppery skin and a well-muscled torso. She found herself licking her lips, and quickly snapped her mouth shut.
He gave her an odd look, although those luminous eyes might seem weird to anyone meeting a Deluvian for the first time. Their strangeness had grown on her over their numerous tussles. “Are you sure you’re okay? I can still take you to the hospital.”
“I’m fine.” Not the hospital. Not there. She shivered. “Care to explain why I’m half-naked in your bed?”
Tevik quirked an eyebrow and perched beside her on the edge of the mattress, still keeping out of reach. “My bed, because there was nowhere else to put you. And as for your clothing…” He had the grace to look sheepish. “Strip search. After that trick in the vaults with the knife…” With one hand he gestured to a long, dark bruise over his ribs that matched those on the opposite side from where she’d kicked him. She flinched. “I couldn’t be sure what else you might have tucked away.”
“Bet you enjoyed searching me.”
A faint blush colored his cheeks. “I did what I had to do, for my own safety as much as yours. I didn’t want any booby traps going off in your outfit. You are known for them.”
She smirked. “Thought I might have a weapon tucked away in my panties?”
His blush deepened. Her panties had been little more than a strand of lace. Less restrictive, but certainly no cover for a weapon. Not even a very small one.
“With you, anything is possible.”
Jiona laughed. “Ah, now there’s a reputation I can be proud of!”
(Taken from Imprint by Pippa Jay)
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 22 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 and Broad Universe, blogging at Spacefreighters Lounge, Adventures in Scifi, and Romancing the Genres. Her works include YA and adult stories crossing a multitude of subgenres from scifi to the paranormal, often with romance, 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), the EPIC eBook awards, and the GCC RWA Silken Sands Star Awards (2nd place).
You can stalk her at her website, or at her blog, but without doubt her favorite place to hang around and chat is on Twitter as @pippajaygreen.
To find out more about the other stories and authors, please visit the SFR Brigade Anthology website HERE.
TAKEN BY THE BILLIONAIRE ALIEN NEXT DOOR is now available for pre-order ~ only #99cents!
My next release is August 24th. Taken by the Billionaire Alien Next Door is a story I wrote when I was supposed to be writing something else. I couldn’t get the idea out of my head, and my muse for the other story disappeared. So, I wrote it, and I hope you enjoy it. Taken is a short story, and is available for only 99¢!
Living on the other side of the tracks was a fantasy Erika never expected to come true. But when her mother marries an investment banker, she moves to a home larger than all her previous houses combined. While searching for her new stepbrother to help with unpacking, she stumbles upon his smokin’ hot neighbor, all alone in his mansion and busy at work on a… flying saucer? Can Erika escape before he notices her, or will she be abducted by the sexy alien?
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“What exactly do you think I am, Miss Erika?”
“An alien.” There, I’d said it, and I expected him to laugh in my face and deny it.
Instead, he placed his hands behind his back and stepped nearer. “And what if I am?”
My breath caught. “I….” I should have kept my mouth shut. No, I should have waited for Barron to text a reply, never come over to the neighbor’s house. Now, I was stuck in a basement hangar with a flying saucer and a guy who could be from another planet.
Laken inched closer, and closer still. I moved along with him until my back hit a wall on the other side of the room. Trapped. Trying to duck away wouldn’t do me any good. He’d only race around and block my way again. My heart beat so hard, I expected it to thump right out of my chest. Would he let me go, or did he have other plans? If I screamed loud enough, would someone come to my rescue?
Leaning forward, he placed his palm on the wall behind me. “What if I told you I knew the instant you came into this room?” He ran his other hand along my cheekbone, tucking my hair behind an ear. “What if I told you I could feel your attraction, smell your sex?”
A shiver raced down my spine. Sure, I wanted to jump his bones before I’d seen his eyes. Now, I yearned for a way out, a clear path to escape from Mr. Sex-on-a-stick who may or may not be an extraterrestrial.
He dipped his head so close to mine, his warm breath brushed my neck. A flash of heat washed over me. Fuck, it had been so long since I’d been with any guy. Did it really matter where he came from?
“What if, Erika? If I am an alien? Would you still find me attractive? Would you still want to lick me from head to toe? Suck my cock? Would you want me to fuck you against this wall, in my spaceship, and on every single surface of this room?”
August 15, 2015
Beneath the Starry Sky is now an #audiobook! #contemporary #romance #alopecia
I’m super stoked that my first contemporary romance, BENEATH THE STARRY SKY is available as an audio book. It is narrated by Audrey Lusk, who also produced Another Night, Another Planet.
It is a story about a woman with Alopecia, who doesn’t believe she will ever find love, and a man who doesn’t think he has time for love.
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 wearing nothing but lingerie lying on his hotel room bed, he thinks the hotel has made a mistake. Leaving the woman, 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. To find out, he must risk telling her his own secrets. If Tamara can handle his imperfections, she just might be his ideal woman.
Available in audio from:
Audible | Amazon | iTunes
August 14, 2015
Are two better than one? #MySexySaturday from ALIEN LOVER #scifi #erotica
Hello everyone! Thank you for joining me for the 105th week of My Sexy Saturday. Here are the details: every Saturday, published and unpublished authors will be sharing 7 words, sentences, or paragraphs from a work-in-progress or an already published story.
Today’s theme is…
MY SEXY BOYFRIEND
Here’s seven from ALIEN LOVER, a sci-fi erotica/romance about a young woman who refuses to accept that her fiance is dead.
Setup: Molly’s new boyfriend may look like her fiance, but he has some differences.
When she reached his shaft, she licked the head, tasting the same briny mixture she had earlier. He moaned beneath her, gripping her shoulders, his touch encouraging her. She drew him into her mouth, but he grasped her under her arms and pulled her to straddle his waist. “Enough of that. Molly, I want you to ride me.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Who’s the impatient one now?”
Reaching into the storage pocket over her bed, she found protection then rolled it over Ohlan’s dick. She pressed her hands against his chest and raised her hips, positioning the tip of his cock between her folds. When she let go, she sank over his shaft and leaned back. The fullness she’d experienced before didn’t compare to what she felt atop him. He completed her in a way no one else had. She arched her back with abandoned longing, grinding against him. “Fuck, you feel so good inside me.”
“I don’t want to be anywhere else.” He pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. “And I have so much more to give.”
Intense warmth pooled in her stomach. But she froze when something firm pressed against her anus. His hands were still on her breasts, and his cock buried deep in her pussy. “What’s that?”
He gripped her waist as if afraid she would flee if he let go. “I have two…what you call penises.”
Hell, yes. “How did I not notice?” She’d been down there, ready to suck him off and found only one cock. A second was something she would not have missed.
~ About ALIEN LOVER ~
Unconvinced of her fiancé’s demise, Molly combs the galaxy to search for him. As her supplies run low, she is forced to turn around and set a course for Earth, alone. But, a Moloxian Starcruiser halts her retreat, and the single passenger transports onto her ship without permission. Taser in hand to defend herself, she is startled as the form remolds into her fiancé. Has Diego found her or is her tired mind playing tricks?
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August 13, 2015
#TopTen Facts you should know about CLAIMED BY THE BAD BOY & #Giveaway @LSJRomance
from author London Saint James
Ryker Cage—a real rough and tough bad boy, who has spent too much time warring with himself over his attraction to Molly Monroe.
Molly Monroe—someone with a tender heart who has loved the boy next door forever.
Ryker—run, run, runs from his feelings.
Molly—wishes she could put Ryker out of her head.
Ryker and Molly—have a rollercoaster of a relationship.
Ryker—hopes like hell he doesn’t freak Molly out with his desire.
Molly—wants Ryker to show her the side of him he’s tried to hide from her.
Ryker—claims what’s always been his.
Molly—finds herself in a heap of trouble.
Ryker—will do whatever it takes to save the woman he loves.
Something always brings him back to her…
Ryker Cage is a rough guy, with very particular tastes when it comes to sex. Rough, hard, and dirty is the extent of his repertoire. Never soft. He doesn’t have a clue about connecting with his sensitive side in the bedroom, or that find-your-inner-femininity bullshit. He fears nothing, except—his feelings for the sweet and innocent Molly Monroe.
The bad boy who lived next door claimed Molly’s heart long ago. Crazy, or not, she loves him. Always has. No matter what he does to push her away, nor how far he runs, Ryker is the one man she’ll never stop loving.
When Ryker finally finds his way back home, will he find the courage to claim what’s always been his? Or, will he be destined for heartache when someone threatens to take everything away?
Available from:
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“Fuck,” Ryker said in a gruff grumble, staring down at the smoking-hot, red-headed bartender on her knees, polishing his dick with her tongue stud—her shorts unzipped, her right hand tucked inside—rubbing herself. Let’s just say, when he ordered a deep throat, this wasn’t what he had in mind.
“You’re-so-big,” she managed between long licks. “Just look at you.”
He was a big guy, so hearing what she thought he wanted, wasn’t a turn on. What was? The way Red nibbled down his length and fondled his balls.
He sucked a breath through his teeth. The little vixen teabagged him.
“Sweet.” His head went back when she trailed her tongue up his sack, between his testicles, continued up his shaft, swirled the metal piercing of hers across the winking slit of his cock before wrapping those lips around the broad head—sucking him hard. “There you go.”
“Do you like that?” she asked.
“Definitely.”
The bar-babe picked up the pace, using her left hand to grip the base of him, alternating between jacking and sucking.
“Keep it up, and I’ll come, baby,” he said.
Ryker had no idea what she said her name was. Why? Easy. He’d been too busy eyeing her round ass jiggle in those skin-tight daisy dukes when he escorted her to the back door of The Cherry Bomb for a cigarette, although he didn’t smoke. And when she rubbed up against him—supple breasts to muscled chest—whispering things like, “Suck,” and “You,” and “Down the back of my throat” into his ear, they’d taken a quick detour.
He wasn’t what one would consider sensitive when it came to the opposite sex. Rough, hard, and dirty was the extent of his repertoire. Never soft. He supposed his tastes were very particular. And, he didn’t have a clue about connecting with his softer side, or that find-your-inner-femininity bullshit his free-spirited aunt Dali spouted to him and his brother every chance she got.
The bombshell scraped her teeth up his shaft and he groaned low in his throat, muscles flexing, fingers splaying wide on the two, steel-sidewalls of the stall—calves hitting the front of the toilet.
“Mmm….” The little hum she did sent a satisfying vibration down the length of him.
The shine from the overhead light bounced off the top of her head, setting a sunset blaze as she bobbed up and down on his cock. She was eager. Focused. Determined to have him bust a nut. He growled at the sight. She reminded him of a porn star by the sounds she made. And the suctioned pull of her mouth on him with the twist at the tip, along with the hand-tug at the root—freaking brilliant. But when she changed things up and twirled her tongue around the under-edge of his flared head, good God, the combination was shiver inducing. Having been the happy recipient of a lot of differing techniques in his almost thirty-two years, Ryker figured she hadn’t learned to do that without plenty of practice.
Shit. She did the combo thing again. Red had him there. Ready.
“I’m going to come,” he warned.
She popped her plump lips from his throbbing dick. “Mm, yes,” she uttered in a breathy voice. A second later, he exploded, warm jizz covering her manicured fingers and silky-smooth palm, while she shook—her other hand still shoved down the front of her shorts—climaxing.
Ryker closed his eyes for a moment reveling in the extraordinary haze of nothingness. No thoughts. No guilt. Nothing but the slowing of his breaths until they drifted into quietness.
“Good?” she asked, disrupting the silence.
His eyelids lifted and he glanced down into her face. “Great, baby.”
She took on an eye-twinkling, pleased expression, then Red slipped her fingers free, reached for the toilet paper, and wiped her cum-covered appendages.
“I’m off in a couple of hours.” She smiled up at him—a dimple creasing the right side of her cheek.
Ignoring the comment, Ryker righted himself and tucked his softening cock back into his pants in an efficient manner. Here was the part he detested the most. He hadn’t thought Red would be a clinger. He figured she’d be well versed in the rules of a random hook-up. But he also understood what her last statement was leading to. She wanted more, and he didn’t.
When Red stood up, his gaze shifted to her. She reached around him and tossed the TP in the toilet, zipped up, turned, unlocked the slider on the stall door, and stepped out. They were the only two in the restroom. He was glad they didn’t have an audience awaiting their exit.
“Want to hang around for a while?” she asked. “We can go back to my place when I clock out.”
They both cleaned up at the sinks. No need to wait. He wouldn’t be going to her place.
“Can’t.” He added soap from the dispenser to his palm. “Early morning.”
“Hmm,” she mumbled while washing her hands.
Jesus. He hoped she wasn’t going to make a fuss. He hated those pouty, I-can’t-believe-I-blew-you, you bastard, scenes. But when her green-eyed gaze met his sea-blue one in the mirror, she appeared fine. No frown. No pursed lips. No tears threatening to overflow. She didn’t look as if she were going to go all fatal attraction on his ass.
She asked, “Do you want my digits?”
Ryker rinsed and dried his hands. He might be an epic asshole at times, nonetheless taking her number, and acting as though he would call, wasn’t something he’d do.
“I think we both know I won’t be calling.” Being as upfront as he could be, he strived not to sound too douchebaggery.
She shrugged. “I thought I’d at least give it a shot.” Red sauntered to the restroom door. Glancing over her shoulder at him she said, “Thanks for taking a ciggy break with me.”
“Sure thing, although I should be the one thanking you.” She grinned. “So, thank you.” No reason not to be polite. After all, Red did all the work, and even got herself off in the doing. He’d just been along for the joy ride.
“I guess I’ll see you around the club, Ryker.”
“Yeah.”
He stared after her. Something about the way she said “I’ll see you around” in a soft, almost remorseful tone, reminded him of—
“Don’t,” he reprimanded and scrubbed his palm down the back of his neck.
Fan-fucking-tastic. He was talking to himself now.
He pulled his cell from the top pocket of his shirt, gripping too hard.
Letting up before he broke his phone, he brushed his thumb across the black screen, bringing it to life, and gritted his teeth. Ryker detested this. He despised a lot of things when it came to his desires he supposed, and this ache for something he couldn’t have kept him traveling so much over the past year, taking on software security jobs, which took him away from home. Far from….
Damn.
So much for the bliss of oblivion, which was, let’s face it, always fleeting. Chasing that short-lived minute was part of the reason for his extracurricular activities. To stop thinking. Forget. Lose himself. And here he was, minutes after his latest quickie, contemplating a conversation better left alone. Nothing good would ever come from what he was considering.
Ryker glanced down at the phone—finger poised.
“Screw it.”
He typed in his text. Paused. Thumb hovering for a long moment, reading those four words over and over. And, then, unable to do anything else, he pressed—send.
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