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Publisher Closed

I apologize for the inconvenience it may cause to any of my readers that Finding Home, Love Again, and Sarah's Chase are currently not available. The publisher these books were with have closed their doors. I am currently waiting on my rights to be reversed and then I will move forward with the plan I have. I will keep you, my readers, up to date. And I thank you in advance for your patience as I make this transition with my stories. 

Coming Soon - Bound By Pleasure #BDSM #Eroticromance

It won't be long before August 20th is here! And I can't wait to share this story with you! Bound By Pleasure is a 30,000 word erotic novella. I hope to bring something a little different to the genre. The hero, Greg, isn't your typical Dom. And hopefully you'll swoon over him as much as I have.  Check out the blurb and excerpt and let me know what you think!

Add it to your Goodreads list now! http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15778252-bound-by-pleasure 
Blurb: Can Megan let her guard down enough to experience the pleasures Greg has to offer?

As an erotic romance author who has spent hours researching the BDSM lifestyle, Megan thinks she knows all about it. But when she decides to explore it firsthand, she quickly learns that there's a lot she doesn't know.

Greg isn't your typical Dom. He's an artist, and his life is anything but organized. He likes Megan from the start. She's honest and he sees something different in her. The more time he spends with her, the more he finds himself acting in ways he never has before. He's developing feelings for her, and he's hopeful Megan might be feeling the same way, but every time he tries to get her to open up to him, it seems that she takes a huge step back.

Megan has a hard time expressing herself, a problem that only intensified when her ex criticized her every time she tried to share her feelings. As a result, she learned to bite her tongue and keep her emotions hidden. So when she begins to fall in love with Greg, she isn't sure how to tell him, or even if she should tell him. But she fears if she doesn't open up to him soon, she may lose him. Can Megan find the courage she needs before it's too late?

Content Warning: graphic sex, BDSM theme

Excerpt: Greg raked his hands through his loose hair. He’d never had a sub he wanted to fuck so badly. He hadn’t even taken the time to explore Megan’s entire body like he’d planned on. The second he touched her pussy and tasted the sweet honey he was done. He normally had much more control than he showed today. He should have teased her body more to bring her the absolute pleasure he could.

She had been good and obedient. That was one reason he’d allowed her to come. In the past he usually didn’t permit it during the first session. He wanted to make sure his subs understood him and respected him. But with Megan, he wanted to see her come. He wanted her to release and hear her as she cried out. To know that he made her.

This was new for him. He was going to have to be careful.

Megan came into the kitchen right as he finished their sandwiches. He could tell she had no idea what to do.

“In the kitchen you are able to speak and act freely. Actually, anywhere but the playroom you can be yourself.”

“What am I to call you up here?”

“Greg is fine. Have a seat. I hope turkey and swiss is okay.”

“It is.” Megan took a seat at the table.

He knew she was confused. Her research likely showed that anywhere in the Dom’s house she was to submit. Many time subs sat at their Master’s feet, but he didn’t want that. Outside of the playroom he just wanted to be Greg. It was one of the reasons he didn’t go to the club too often. He had the nature to be a Dom in the bedroom or playroom, but in his regular life he didn’t.

He set the plate in front of Megan and then took a seat.

“Did you enjoy everything we did in the playroom today?” he asked.

She nodded.

“Remember, you’re free to speak.”

“I enjoyed everything.”

“Was it what you were expecting?”

“For the most part.”

He took a bit of his sandwich. “Is the plug still inserted?”

“Yes.”

“I’d like it if you wore it a few hours a day until our next scene. Can you do that?”

“I can.”

Greg set his sandwich down. “I don’t want you to feel nervous around me.”

“To be honest…” she started before pausing. He motioned for her to continue. “I didn’t think we’d be socializing on a personal level like this.”

“Do you not want to?”

“It’s fine.”

“I’m not anything like what you expected, am I?”

Megan smiled and shook her head as she bit into her food.

“Am I what you expected in the playroom?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

He wanted her to be comfortable, and it was clear that the light conversation wasn’t calming her at the moment, so they finished their sandwiches quietly. It killed him that she wasn’t able to just talk with him. He wanted to know every thought that was going through her mind. If he asked he was certain she would be truthful, but he didn’t want to overstep just yet.

When they finished eating he put their plates in the sink and walked her to the front door to say goodbye before she left. They’d agreed already to meet on the upcoming Tuesday which seemed years away at this point. But he knew she needed time to adjust. After she left his head was clear and he hoped he could get some work done. Anything to get his mind off her.

Spotlight - A Gift of the Darkest Magic by Ashlynn Monroe

Would you be willing to betray the person you love in order to save their life?

Clarissa's husband Matt is dying of cancer. They've tried everything that medicine has to offer, both traditional and experimental, and nothing's worked. Clarissa spends her days in the hospital, watching the man she loves slip closer and closer to certain death.

When her sister tells her she knows a way to save Matt, but it involves visiting a local club run by vampires, Clarissa is outraged that her sister would believe something so insane. But then she learns the truth.

Braden, the sexy and mysterious vampire who runs the club, does indeed have the means to save Matt, but he demands a high payment in return. He doesn't want money, her blood, or even her life…he wants something she never expected. Clarissa has a choice—spend twenty-four hours in Braden's bed or let her husband die.

But what she never foresaw was how much more the vampire would truly want after he'd given her the gift of the darkest magic.

Content Warning: infidelity, light bondage, anal sex, and rough sex

Excerpt

The quiet drip of the IV and the occasional bleep of the monitor were the only sounds in the dim hospital room. Clarissa Blair held the cold hand of her husband, Matthew. Matt's diagnosis of cancer, just after Christmas, had been a horrible surprise. His condition rapidly deteriorated. The vibrant forty-year-old lay reduced to a thin husk, wasting away in the small room on the fourth floor of Mercy General Hospital. Clarissa could only wait and mourn quietly. She'd tried to hide her pain and stay positive for Matt, but it was getting harder to pretend as he slipped closer to the end of his life.

Their twin seven-year-old daughters spent a lot of time with her mother. She didn't want them to remember their father as the corpse she saw each day when she came to the hospital after work. Her life was a cycle of working and grieving. She knew the girls missed her, but she just didn't have the strength to be there for them and keep up with the day-to-day battle of holding herself together. Matt was leaving them.

The sound of the door opening roused her from the dark, sad thoughts. She stood up and hugged the visitor. "Hi, sis."

Caren, her younger sister, breezed into the room smelling of sunshine and fresh air, in contrast to the stale stench of death she'd come to associate with her husband's hospital room. "How is he today?"

Her sister's sadness only added to the weight in Clarissa's heart. "About the same. The nurse said last night was tough, but he pulled through. He's a strong fighter." She knew the last words sounded bitter. He was the strongest man she'd ever known; she couldn't understand why he couldn't beat the disease ravaging him. His once handsome face was pale and sunken. Her Matt had left long ago, leaving the dying man in his place. Her Matt would never have abandoned her and their daughters as this man was doing.

For a long moment, Caren looked into her face. She knew Caren wanted to say something, but was holding back.

"Go ahead and say what's on your mind. You're always so afraid of saying something that'll make me cry. I'm past that stage now. Just talk, you're irritating me." She knew her shrill statement bordered on cruel, but she didn't care. What was the use of pleasantries when her whole life was over and she'd never be happy again?

"Sorry, sweetie," Caren whispered, laying a gentle hand on Clarissa's shoulder.

The simple act of kindness tore at her soul, making her want to lash out again. She shrugged off her sister's caring touch. The unwavering love in the deep turquoise eyes, the same shade as her own, sent a little stab of guilt through Clarissa. "I'm the one who should be sorry, but seriously just tell me what's on your mind."

Caren gave her a weak smile. "You know I love Matt too."

Clarissa nodded. Matt had no siblings. She'd married him when Caren was still in high school and he'd taken to her sister as if she were his own. "I know." She sighed.

"I think I know a way to save him, but I need your help," Caren whispered.

Clarissa's eyes narrowed. Her whole body began shaking. "How dare you!" She hissed at her beloved younger sister.

"Really. I mean it, Clarissa. I think I know a way that we can save Matt's life." She said the words with genuine hope.

"We've tried faith healers, herbs, expensive specialists, what more can there be? I can't believe you'd spout such bullshit. Especially when he's so close to…" She couldn't say "the end", but it was true. Her husband only had a few more weeks to live, maybe less. The doctors had made it perfectly clear. It was time to give up hope. She'd already picked out his casket and bought the plot. Matt was gone.

"I'm not pulling your leg, or giving you false hope. I saw it work!"

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Ashlynn Monroe is a busy wife and mom. She enjoys writing about anything and everything paranormal or fantasy related. She spends most of her time daydreaming up her next tale of romance.

Visit her website at http://ashlynnmonroe.com/ to learn more about the worlds she imagines.

She’d love to hear from you at authorashlynnmonroe@gmail

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Spotlight - The Winter Creek Montana Series, by Theresa Stillwagon

Forgotten Memories
  (Book 1 of the The Winter Creek, Montana Series)

For some people ghosts are everywhere…

When rebuilding an old ghost town, a few ghosts shouldn't be a surprise. And for Jen Ferguson, history professor and psychic, it's par for the course. But ghosts aren't her main worry.

After a disastrous affair, which has affected her job at the college, Jen promised her grandfather—the most important person in her life—that she would stay away from men until the end of the semester. That's a promise she's determined to keep, but when she meets rancher Adam Craine, it becomes a struggle. Adam's sexy and flirty, and her psychic abilities are telling her that he might possess a very important quality the previous men in her life had been lacking…he can be trusted.

It's a daily battle for Jen to keep her hands off of him, but she believes she can do it…until two of Winter Creek's ghostly residents decide to up the stakes by possessing Jen and Adam's bodies. How can Jen keep her promise with these two passionate spirits interfering?

And if all that's not enough to deal with, now she's having premonitions of danger which could lead to the destruction of Winter Creek.

 

The Dressmaker's Dilemma
  (Book 2 of The Winter Creek, Montana Series)

 A ghost from Barb's past is an ever-present reminder that she’s not good mother material, so what happens when she falls for a man with a ready-made family?

Barb Grant is the resident dressmaker for Winter Creek, an old ghost town that's being rebuilt. But the town ghosts aren't the main thing that's causing Barb trouble. It's the pre-teen girl who suddenly decides she would make a good substitute mother. And the girl's father.

Wyatt Campbell has been the bane of Barb's existence since their first meeting. One minute the cowboy is pissing her off thoroughly, but then the next moment she's wanting to rip his clothes off and make love to him. When rumors start flying that he's a horrible lover, she can’t believe they could possibly be true. How could a man who can evoke so much passion be a bad lover? Her need to know the truth is the only reason she says "yes" to his date request. Her plan—have sex with him and then say goodbye.

Unfortunately, Wyatt has other plans. He wants a real relationship. But he comes with a ready-made family, and that scares Barb. A ghost from her own past keeps reminding her that she's not good mother material. She's made mistakes, mistakes that resulted in a child's life ending, and she can't ever forget that.

Could Wyatt be the one man capable of getting past her barriers? Or will Barb's past forever affect her life?

An Excerpt from Book 1 - Forgotten Memories "Close your eyes. I'm going to walk you behind the folding wall and place you in front of the mirror. Keep your eyes closed."

Jen grinned.

"Are your eyes closed?"

She laughed softly but did as Barb asked of her. Every dress this talented seamstress designed for her was always shown off in the same way. "Yes."

A moment later a soft hand encircled the top of her left arm while another hand landed lightly against her back. She allowed her friend to press her toward the small cramped area opposite her office desk and chair. A frozen touch slowly replaced the warmth of her friend's hand, and a hint of flowery perfume replaced the scent of her friend's earthier one. Honeysuckle flowed into the air around her a second later, a breeze of chilled wind moving past her skin into her interior being, making her dizzy with the aching familiarity of it. As she moved through the scent, closer to the old-fashioned Chinese wall, a strange iciness settled deep in her bones, freezing her feet to the floor.

She'd felt this profound, unnatural chill a few times before.

"Jen, don't stop now."

The strangeness deepened in her, and she brought her arms up to wrap them tightly around her upper body. "I'm freezing."

"It's not cold in…" Barb's hand dropped from her back but not from her arm. "Oh, it's that kind of cold."

"My little saloon girl is visiting with me again."

"So you're finally admitting she's a saloon girl?"

Barb's words seemed to come from a great distance as the cold around Jen intensified.

"I've been telling you that for weeks," Barb added. "What changed your mind?"

"She's a ghost that haunts a saloon."

"Yeah," Barb said. "You've always known that, but it never convinced you before."

Icy tentacles suddenly wrapped around Jen, like a frozen pair of snow-hardened gloves, before an eerie voice whispered, "He's coming."

"What?" Opening her eyes at the barely heard sound, Jen stared at her puzzled friend. "Did you just say something?"

"Are you all right?"

"Tell me you just said something under your breath."

"Sorry, Jen," Barb said lightly. "What's going on?"

The prickly eeriness left her system as quickly as it'd entered, bringing blessed feeling back into her freezing, stilled body. The hint of honeysuckle perfume lingered for only a few seconds before dissipating in the October Montana air.

"Jen?"

"Please tell me you heard a woman's voice just now."

"Are you telling me she actually talked to you?" Disbelief registered clear in Barb's wide, dark eyes. "All mine ever does is mess with my stuff."

"I've never heard her speak before." Jen frowned. "Maybe it was my imagination."

"So what did your imagination say to you?"

"He's coming."

Great week!

I had a seriously productive week. It's been a long time since I have felt like a writer with all the changes that recently happened in my life. But with things settling down once again, my muses are talking at top speed.

An idea hit me Thursday. Just the beginning and I knew it would be a short story. I went with it. Short stories are good, right? Well, I wrote that sucker in less then 24 hours.  I have no idea how rough it is. I'm letting it sit for a few days before I open it up and read and do self-edits. I think I know already what route this story is going. I had the specific publisher in mind as I wrote it. So, we shall see if they like it. I know this book will have a follow-up book, making it a two book series I guess.

I also recently made the decision to try self-publishing. At least one book. Just to experience it and see how it works out. So, to much demand, I wrote the sequel to Sarah's Chase and its titled Sarah's Caught. I just got my cover art and its with an editor. More details soon I hope. Depending on how long edits take, I am hoping maybe to have it ready for release in August or September. 

I also have the Bound By Pleasure galley in my inbox to get read and returned to my publisher. I can't wait to release this one.  The cover is smoking and I think its a great and unique story. Though, I am partial. :)

But now, I really must get down and dirty with Opposites Attract (Hots Bods 4). I did get some work done on it last week, but not the dent I had hoped. But, I got another 3k added to it I believe. And a serious smoking sex scene between the two. And once again, these two are at one another's throats. Can't they make it easy for me and just love one another? Oh wait, they secretly do.  :)

Spotlight: Maiden Behind the Mask by Tara Chevrestt #newrelease

Looking for something a little different than your usual romance? Check out Maiden Behind A Mask. Its written by a kick ass woman, Tara Chevrestt, who I can tell you, doesn't put up with anything. When Catalina Rodriguez is attacked by a would-be rapist and rescued by the dashing Ricardo Garcia, she not only becomes more aware of the handsome man, but also vows that she'll never be a damsel in distress again. Using the timeless method of blackmail, she convinces her uncle to teach her to fight and becomes a masked crusader in the night, saving damsels from robbers and rough handling.

But scandalous rumors and dwindling funds force Ricardo and Catalina to marry.  Not immune to each other's charms, their marriage starts fiery, but when one of Catalina's nightly escapades results in dire consequences, she is forced to spurn her husband's amorous advances…or reveal a secret that could turn him away from her forever.

Ricardo is not a man to be cuckolded or left in the dark. Is his wife having an affair with El Capitan, the masked savior? If so…they will both pay.

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Excerpt She tore her gaze away from the horse and said firmly. "Cinco pesos. And only because this caballa has fire, not because of your terms. Selena, pay him."

Selena's hand shook, but the pesos were transferred to the dirty palm. The man laughed with glee, the crowd dispersed, and Catalina was left with a dirty, starving horse.

"We'll get you fed and cleaned up," she promised the horse, patting its neck. A cloud of dirt rose in the air, and Catalina struggled not to cough. "I shall call you La Reina, because once in my establo, I shall treat you like a queen. Your body may be beaten, but your spirit is not broke."

"Catalina?" Her maid's voice tentative as it interrupted her quiet chattering. "Whatever possessed you—"

"Fetch me a mozo," Catalina interrupted her. "Take the remaining pesos and fetch me a groom. La Reina is going to her castle." She wasn't offering more explanations than that. She didn't owe anyone an explanation. She'd done what was right.

As her maid turned to comply, heading toward the livery, a loud pffffht rendered the air. Catalina stared at the mare in surprise, aghast.

Selena froze and swung around to admonish her charge. "Senorita! Your behavior has been questionable enough this day. Mind yourself." She shook her head and her finger both before turning back the task at hand.

Catalina heard her muttering as she sashayed away. She was too surprised and too tired to defend herself, but the breeze picked up, and a waft of foul air assaulted her. Catalina immediately tugged a delicate, lace handkerchief from her sleeve and placed it over her nose as she glared at the horse.

La Reina snorted and pawed the ground. Catalina could swear the horse was laughing at her. She merely shook her head. "Dios mio, and you let me take the blame for that?"

Pffffhht. Pfffht.

La Reina whinnied and bared her teeth as though she was smiling.

About the author Tara Chevrestt is a deaf woman, a dog mom, a reader, and a motorcycle and airplane buff. She worked as an aircraft mechanic for eleven years before turning to a career in writing. When not chasing her dogs around the house (or writing about them!), she battles over her laptop keyboard with her alter ego, Sonia Hightower.

Tara never knows what a story is going to turn out to be. Whereas Tara writes historical or contemporary romance, humor, young adult, and even a memoir, Sonia pens erotic noir or bdsm. Be it a Tara or a Sonia book, you're sure to find something that interests you.

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Guest Post - C L Raven on Disenchanted #newrelease

I'm so excited to have these two authors here and this great guest post. C L Raven is a pair of sisters who write together. C L Raven are two of the nicest  women you'll meet. It was a year ago I joined twitter and they were one of my first friends. They are awesome and super supportive. Pop by twitter and see them @clraven. Thank you Lacey for inviting us back on here! Ever since we released Gunning Down Romance on Valentine’s Day, we’ve been enjoying life as Indie authors. But one release wasn’t enough. We wanted more and we discovered releasing ebooks is a great way to keep us out of mischief (at least until we go out filming our next ghost hunting episode). So we wanted another project. As this year is the 200 year anniversary of the Brothers Grimm rewriting the fairytales, we thought we’d do the same. Unfortunately Twisted Sisters was too popular to use as a name, much to our annoyance. Then we discovered everyone else was also doing fairytales and the brightness of our rage convinced NASA there was a new solar system.

                After seeing what Disney did to fairytales (actually we’ve never watched Disney stuff. We grew up watching Blood Beach and Snow Beast), we decided it was time fairytales were taken back to their original, gory forms. Gone are the helpless girls who sit around waiting for their prince to save them. When our Red Riding Hood encounters her worst nightmare – Prince Charming, she doesn’t steal his heart, she takes his head.  And yes, the originals are very gory, quite horrific and after learning about them, we hope our lives are never a ‘fairytale.’

                The  opening story, Long Live the Queen is told from Snow White’s step mother’ s bitter point of view and is the funniest. It includes our favourite line, “a prince just happened to be walking through the woods? Why couldn’t it have been a bear?” We decided to do 10 stories instead of matching Grimm’s 80. 10 was bad enough! They’re a mixture of horror and comedy, sometimes both at once with a nice amount of sexiness to keep the heart rate racing. Once Upon a Nightmare is the darkest story. The woods that surround Red’s cottage are filled with nightmares, but it’s not the wolf the villagers have to fear.

                We asked our friend Lizzie Rose to do Disenchanted’s cover for us. She painted it using her grandfather’s watercolours, which she hasn’t used since he died. We were honoured she deemed our cover worthy enough to use them on. We were stunned with the results. We knew it would be good, having seen her artwork before but when we opened the email, we sat there gasping like asthmatics. Then we realised an ebook didn’t do it justice. We’re now bringing Disenchanted out in print so we can sit there stroking the cover like a Bond baddie.

                We asked our mate Ryan Ashcroft to do a book trailer for it, having made Gunning Down Romance’s ourselves in Movie Maker. It very nearly drove him insane. In fact, we logged each step of his meltdown live on Twitter for everyone to enjoy. But his loss of sanity was worth it and he produced a trailer that makes us proud. It’s amazing. We can’t stop watching it. We’re now worried Disenchanted doesn’t live up to the brilliance of the trailer and the cover!

                And then we decided to play with Fate and launch Disenchanted on Friday 13th. We couldn’t resist it. And naturally, something went wrong. We’d filmed a launch video where we did a reading of Disenchanted at Cardiff’s fairytale castle, Castell Coch. The night before the launch, our slow internet connection told us it would take at least 8 hours to upload. So at midnight we were down Ryan’s house (half hour away) uploading it. Only to wake up on Friday 13th to find it had failed to upload. Ryan had to re-do it for us. Luckily that was the only disaster and the Facebook launch was a lot of fun. We even bought vegan wine to celebrate. We’d never tried wine before as we became vegan at 14. We joked about looking sophisticated before spitting it back into our plastic Halloween goblets. While we didn’t spit it out, we did pull some interesting faces. Think we’ll stick to Red Bull.

                But Disenchanted is out now! These are ten broken fairytales that are definitely NOT for children’s bedtime.
Disenchanted Once upon a time, in lands far, far away, everyone lived happily ever after. Until now. If you thought you knew the fairytales well, think again. In a modern world without morals, where beauty does not always equal goodness and evil sometimes wins, the heroes of the legends learn the hard way that survival will take more than just a pretty face, and a handsome prince does not mean salvation. Ten broken fairytales that are definitely not for children's bedtime. 

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Manic Monday Update

Happy Monday! 
Last week I finally accomplished something in my writing life. I finished Sarah's Caught, which is the short story sequel to Sarah's Chase. And I think I just might attempt to self-pub this one in the KDP program. I have someone working on the cover now and have been in contact with an editor. Now to see if I have the guts to do it. 

I have started to plan out the middle to end of Opposties Attract (Hot Bods 4).  Hopefully I will make a very big dent in that this week. After that, the skies the limit. Plan another series? Possibly. I know I want to write a full-length sweet romance. I'm ready. 

Speaking of sweet romance. When you finish up this blog post, hit the HOME button at the top and check out what I did. Since I am not writing both sweet and erotic, I decided to break it up for my readers who are visiting so they can find just what they are looking for.

Thank you for popping by to read my weekly update! Hop on by and see Carrie Ann Ryan, Lia Davis, and Fated Desires as well.

Slowing Down

A year ago at this time I was writing Fool Me Once. I had already written Amber's Muse and it had been in several slush piles, rejected, and revised by me several times. Then when my story was accepted by the wonderful Beachwalk Press, I got what I call ... the writer's rush. Write as much as you can, as fast as you can. Produce more and more stories. So in almost a years time, I have published a good deal of novellas. And I am very proud of my back list. I love each and ever story. But, I think its time to slow down. It isn't about quantity. Its about quality. It also about learning and growth. My word count is growing. Amber's Muse was just under 15,000 words. And my longest to date, Finding  is 30,000. My next goal is to make it to 45,000 and then hopefully soon hit full-length.
I have slowed down in my writing lately. One, the kids are home for the summer. And second, I just haven't felt like it. I think I did too much to soon. I was sucked into the world of publishing. I have tried different publishers, as well as taken on a proofreading job. There is so much to do in the world of publishing from PR, to editing, to proofreading, and writing. And everyone opens their arms so wide. 
I've had to take a step back and look at everything. I'm doing way to much. I'm a writer and I want to be writing. I don't want to feel like I need to have a book out every other month to be someone. I want to write that book that sales great for many months, regardless of having a new book out all the time.
So, I am slowing down. Putting the flame out on the writer's rush. And just concentrating on the story. If it wants to get out 2,000 words a day, great. But if its only 500, that is great too. In the long run, its the quality that matters. Not the length or the amount. Just a good heart felt story that a reader will enjoy.

Spotlight - Tamaria Soana - Tropical Cougar

Will one night with an older woman change everything?

After finding the love of his life in bed with someone else, twenty-six-year-old Seth Reynolds wanted a fresh start and found it in Jamaica. Being a bartender at one of the island's exclusive resorts has its perks...not the least of them being a very sexy, older woman: Sylvia Radcliff. While she's determined to celebrate her forty-fifth birthday, Seth is equally determined to seduce the most enchanting woman he’s ever met.

 

Tropical Cougar is an Amazon Exclusive from Ruby Lioness Press

Excerpt :

Seth woke to the smell of eggs and coffee. Sylvia had ordered them breakfast.

"Get up, sleepyhead, breakfast is here," she said, crawling up his naked body.

"I would rather have you for breakfast, but you have a robe on."

"I couldn't answer the door naked, could I?"

"No, I guess not," he whispered, reaching to tug on the belt of her robe.

"The food will get cold," she replied as she playfully pushed him away.

Seth let out a laugh. "I don't care. I just need a taste. I'll make it quick; just trust me," he said as he hovered over her. He looked into her blue eyes and smiled when she nodded, giving him all the incentive he needed. He leaned down and kissed her lips before traveling down her body. He took each nipple in his mouth and sucked hard before he pushed her legs apart, and his tongue found heaven "Mmmm, you taste so sweet." He moaned into her warm flesh.

About The Author

Tamaria Soana is middle aged, but just feels like her life has begun. She resides in Western New York. Cuddling up with a good book under an electric throw has always been her way to escape the cold Buffalo nights. Growing up she always loved to write, mainly short stories and poetry. She's married with two beautiful young girls and one very spoiled lab mix.

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