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I am back. I had been avoiding contact with my computer l...

I am back. I had been avoiding contact with my computer lately because otherwise my refresh button on my email would have transformed from an arrow in the shape of a circle to a hand giving me the finger.
I sent Judge's story in just over two weeks ago and I finally got the email to say that it had been accepted. It seems that there was a problem with the name I had suggested for the book, and I can see their point. It was a bit clumsy. They suggested a better name, which at this stage will remain.
I'll tell you all about that when the time is right.
You see I have a theory. If I share the exciting things about my up and coming books too much or too soon then people will overlook it when it finally comes out. They will assume that they had already read it because they had heard so much about it. So please have patience.

BLURB: Living Victorious, 1 Jennifer Mitchell has only o...

BLURB:
Living Victorious, 1 Jennifer Mitchell has only one goal in mind—she must get an interview with the band, Victorious. It's a task many journalists have attempted over the last ten years, only to be shot down by the band’s manager. The fact she desperately wants to meet their drummer has absolutely nothing to do with it. Being the drummer for Victorious allows Lance West to remain out of the spotlight, and still have an important role in creating the music their fans clamor for. Then he meets Jennifer. While she may be focused on an exclusive interview, Lance has other ideas for the sexy woman. Screaming fans and thunderous applause might warm his blood, but Lance only wants one woman to warm his bed night after night. She is everything to him, the rhythm that soothes his scarred soul, and he’ll do whatever it takes to prove it.  
EXCERPT:
His hand moved to wrap around her throat forcing her chin up. She didn’t feel threatened. It had her knees wobbling, and her pussy throbbing in need. “I actually do need to say them, Jennifer. It’s a driving need to try and explain to you what I’m thinking and feeling.” He stroked his thumb over her pulse tenderly while staring down at her.
Swallowing, she pressed her hands lightly to his chest, her fingers stroking over the tight muscle until she settled them on the waist of his jeans. “Why?” she asked. She wasn’t entirely sure what she was asking either. Popping the top button loose, she worked her way down the line of buttons until his jeans gaped open. She quickly discovered he was going commando under his jeans when she rubbed a finger to the short curls at his groin.
At her throat, his hand flexed. His pupils dilated, and his breathing turned sharper. “Because we’re connected. On a level I can’t begin to describe, in a way I’m not sure I can comprehend. All I know is that you are important and that means you need to know exactly how I feel about you. All of you.” His words hit her hard. No one had said anything of the sort to her before. There was a deeper meaning behind them. She wasn’t ready to dissect them yet, but later she knew she would. All she could do right then was fist the front of his jeans and push to her toes to kiss him. She didn’t have any words to give back, her mind, and tongue too tied in knots to try. But she could maybe make him understand that she got it with a kiss.
The hand at her throat slid around into her hair as he deepened the kiss. His tongue slid over hers to tangle with it. Moaning into the kiss, she pushed at his jeans until gravity took over.
She felt him shift to kick them away, and then his body was pressed up tight against hers. With the hand in her hair and the other that landed on her ass, he began to move her. Until she felt the bed at the backs of her legs, she hadn’t cared where he was guiding her. In that moment, she needed him with a growing ferocity that scared her.
Twisting, she pushed him to his back on the mattress. A knee next to his hip helped her up to straddle him. Then their mouths were fused together again. Another moan tore from her as he rolled, and pushed them further up on the bed. The sensations bombarding her when he settled his body to hers nearly had her coming apart at the seams.
It had been too long since she’d had the intimate touch of a man. But never, not once, had she truly felt this in tune with another person as she did with Lance. Both a terrifying and extremely liberating sensation. Now if only she could convince him to move things along.

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Moira Callahan is a Canadian born and raised author. She loves to write, and only has a few select criteria that have to be in each of her books. A great story, steamy romance, and a HEA ending. The sub-genre isn’t as important to her as making whatever she writes feel real, and in the moment to her readers. To that end she insists her characters be as real as everyday folks, even if they are blessed with a little fictional fairy dust to make them anyone’s personal fantasy. They must have faults, they must have a weakness, and they must have soul. To that end she writes her characters with a mixture of traits – a dash from herself, and something borrowed from a friend. This way the character is as perfectly imperfect as any other person on the planet.

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Until Forever (Merricks, Montana 5)[Ménage and More...

 Until Forever (Merricks, Montana 5)
[Ménage and More: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, with M/M, spanking, sex toys, HEA] All Cody Winters wants is a loving dominant to call his own. Cody knows Troy Boone is the man for him, but Troy has commitment issues and it is driving them apart. When he is offered his dream job, Cody decides to start over, but his car breaks down just outside of Merricks, Montana, leaving him desperately in need of a knight in shining armor.

Samantha McDonald has yet to find that one man that makes her body stand up and take notice. She comes across a broken down car on the side of the road, and is surprised and delighted with what she finds.

When Troy roars into town and throws a spanner in their budding relationship, Cody suggests that they try things the Merricks way. Sam will risk everything to keep her new submissive, even if it means dating another Dom.

Trouble has also followed Cody and their lives are in danger. Will Cody need rescuing once more?

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STORY EXCERPT
The car sputtered again, and Cody held his breath. Please, please, please, he prayed, but it was no use. The engine gave one last shudder and died. Cody used the momentum to steer the car off the road before it rolled to a stop.
“Crap, shit, bugger, shit,” he swore, slamming his fist on the steering wheel. Cody unsnapped his seat belt and popped the hood before getting out of the car. The engine was steaming and hissing as he propped up the hood.

Cody stared at the engine, but he really had no idea what was wrong with the thing. He failed big time at all things manly. It wasn’t as though he was girly or anything. He had just never been someone interested in cars, sports, or the great outdoors. He put it down to the fact that all those things usually coincided with drinking, and he wasn’t much of a drinker. He preferred to stick to coffee.

Sighing, he moved away from the car and looked up and down the road. All he could see for miles was nothing, just endless trees, paddocks, and road. There was no other traffic and not a house in sight. He was well and truly up shit creek without a paddle.

A thought struck Cody, and he raced to his car. He had his cell in the car. He could call for help. Not that he knew who to call. He couldn’t call emergency services, and he wasn’t a member of one of those roadside assist companies. He wasn’t going to ring Troy. He would rather starve on the side of the road than call his sort-of-ex for help.

Grabbing his phone from his backpack, Cody swiped on the screen and looked at the display. He almost cried at the little no-signal sign displayed on his cell. He threw the phone back into the car and sat down in the passenger seat with a huff.

He would just have to wait, and hopefully someone would drive past soon. His great adventure was turning into a bit of a nightmare, and he needed rescuing. He needed a knight in shining armor to come and sweep him of his feet.

Cody let his mind wander as he waited. He liked the idea of being a damsel in distress. What was the male equivalent? Cody snorted. He wasn’t sure there was one. He would settle for hot, hunky dude in distress.

Now all he needed was his knight in shining armor. They would have to be strong and independent and good looking. It was his fantasy after all. Capable of having a relationship and not commitment phobic. He’d had enough of that with Troy to last a lifetime. Knowing how to fix cars would be a bonus too.

Cody could imagine it all. He closed his eyes and tried to picture his fantasy rescue. The man would drive up in his large black pickup, and they would stare into each other’s eyes. Cody would shyly cough and look away before his rescuer would ask, “Are you okay?”

Cody’s lip would quiver, and he would suck in a deep breath.

“Excuse me, sir? Are you okay?”

No, no, he was imagining a more masculine voice, but he would roll with it. He didn’t mind being rescued by a woman. Yes, a sexy curvy Domme. Cody’s fantasy changed form as he shifted in his seat.

“Hello? Are you awake?” Golly, she was a persistent, naggy rescuer in his fantasy. “Are you going to answer me, or are you unconscious?”

Cody jumped as a hand touched his shoulder and gave him a small shake. His eyes snapped open, and he let out an unmanly squeal.

“You scared me,” he said, holding his hand to his chest. He looked up at the blonde woman standing before him and blinked. She was beautiful, and Cody’s mouth went dry.

She had the most amazing curly blonde hair, styled as though she’d fallen out of a ’40s film. Her light green eyes stared back at him, and Cody was entranced. She was curvy and full-figured, her body perfectly complemented in her jeans and red-checkered shirt. Her large breasts pushed against the material, and the way she was leaning forward toward him created a most spectacular view.

“Sorry,” she said. Cody’s eyes snapped back to hers. “I called out a couple of times, but you didn’t seem to hear me.”

“I was lost in thought,” Cody replied. “I didn’t even hear your car pull up.”

“I’m surprised,” she said chuckling. “That thing is a beast.”

Cody looked out his back window at the large black pickup parked behind his little car. His fantasy was coming to life in more ways than one.

“You drive that thing?” he asked. It was a huge vehicle for such a small woman, and she was small despite her extra curves. She was short and curvy and perfect.

“Not always,” she answered. “I had to borrow it from a friend so I could pick up some furniture I bought online. I usually drive a vintage Mustang.”

Cody could see her in a Mustang. The top pulled back and her hair under a scarf as she flew down the highway. He needed to get a grip. He was starting to wonder if he had conjured up the woman.

“I’m Cody by the way,” he said, introducing himself. He stuck out his hand to shake and waited.

“Sam,” she replied and placed her small hand in his. 
 
ADULT EXCERPT
Sam shuffled over to Cody on her knees and looked up at her sub. He was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, his hard body glistening in the light. She ran her hands along his flesh and felt the heat of his body under her palms. The hair on his legs was coarse and bristly, a contrast against his smooth skin.

He was everything she had ever wanted in a submissive and had handled his spanking better than she could ever imagine. Troy’s big palms had laid into his ass, and even Sam had cringed slightly at the force. Cody had simply moaned and stuck his ass out farther, silently begging for more.

Sam had found herself getting turned on as she had spanked Cody’s butt, but it was nothing compared to the fascination and desire she had felt watching Troy as he dominated Cody.

Sam took his hard length in her hand and wrapped her fingers around its wide circumference. Cody was well endowed, her small fingers unable to get all the way around.

She wondered what Troy would look like. He was a big man. Was he big all over? She would say yes if she had to guess. Cody’s loud moan bought her out of her wonderings and back to the task at hand.

“Does my subbie want something?” Sam asked. She leaned forward, licked the slit of his cock, and tasted his salty flavor for the first time. His masculine essence tingled on her tongue, a flavor unique to Cody. His cock jumped in her hand, so she repeated the action and then swirled her tongue around the spongy head.

Troy sat down on the couch next to Cody. Sam watched him with hooded eyes and took Cody farther into her mouth. She used her saliva to lubricate his length and then bobbed her head up and down and hollowed out her cheeks.

“Tug on his balls, baby,” Troy told her. “He likes to have them pulled on.”

Sam reached up and did as Troy told her. Sam rolled them in her palm and gave them a gentle yank. Cody’s hips came off the couch as he shouted, making Sam smile around his shaft. He really did like having his balls played with.

“Please,” Cody said. “I can’t hold back any longer.”

Sam loved the power she yielded over Cody, and it turned her on only more to hear him beg. She lifted her head and looked at the pained expression on Cody’s face. His chest was rapidly rising and falling, and his eyes were scrunched closed.

“You may come,” Sam said and took his cock into her mouth once more. She took him to the back of her throat and swallowed around his large head. Using her hand to pump his shaft, she worked in time with her mouth.

She didn’t have to wait long before Cody was shouting to the rafters and spilling his seed into her mouth. Sam swallowed and worked his cock in her mouth as he came over and over.

She licked him clean as he softened in her mouth before lifting her head and smiling up at him. His eyes were closed, and he wore a blissful expression on his face, and Sam felt a level of satisfaction that she hadn’t gotten with any other submissive.

“That was hot,” Troy said. “Cody seems to be out of it.”

Sam could see the bulge straining against Troy’s pants and wondered what was going to happen next. She stood, pulled the throw rug off the back of her armchair, and wrapped it around her sleeping sub. He deserved the rest, and it was her job to look after him. She went into the kitchen and grabbed him a bottle of water from the fridge so it would be there when he woke.

Troy was still on the couch when she got back and put the water on the coffee table. Suddenly she felt awkward, not sure what was supposed to happen next. She stood facing Troy and bit her lip in indecision. She knew what she wanted to happen. She just wasn’t sure she should ask for it.

Troy’s cock was still straining against his pants, and Sam’s clit throbbed with need. She discreetly tried to rub her thighs together to lessen her arousal.

“Um,” she said. “I could take care of you too, if you like.”

Gosh, she was supposed to be a Domme. Why was she suddenly so meek and indecisive?

“I have a better idea,” Troy said. “Take off your panties and sit on the armchair. I want to taste you first.”

Sam sucked in a deep breath, and she rushed to comply. She wanted to feel Troy’s mouth on her pussy more than anything in the world at that moment in time.

She kicked off her panties and sat on the chair, her skirt still covering her girly parts from Troy.

“Lift up your skirt and place your legs over the arms of the chair,” Troy told her. “I want to see my pussy, and it is my pussy.”

 

I live in Melbourne, Australia with my husband, two children and a Maltese Jack Russell who can't stop barking. I had my first idea for a story whilst working as a chef at the local pub. I have been addicted to reading since my ninth grade teacher read us The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton. From then on I read anything I could get my hands on. Now, I love to read stories with a happy-ever-after ending, especially erotic romance. When I’m not running after my kids, I usually can be found cooking, reading or writing.

Email her at: mckinlaythomson@yahoo.com.au

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I would like to thank all the authors who shared their wo...

I would like to thank all the authors who shared their work on my blog this week. I have been busy inbox stalking, waiting to hear from Evernight about Judge's story and not been around lately. I'm still waiting :-( But have no fear, more authors are visiting and I've given up avoiding technology. For someone who doesn't like social media, I missed everyone. Go figure!

 Poseidon, God of the Sea, has spent millennia alon...


 
Poseidon, God of the Sea, has spent millennia alone due to a single terrible act. His consort Amphitrite has sworn never to forgive him, and he’s forced to live with the knowledge that he drove an innocent girl to her doom.

But when one of the Olympic Cove cottages gets an occupant with an all-too-familiar soul, Poseidon discovers that the Fates have given him a second chance. Now he must try to right the wrongs of the past and win back both his beloved consort and the mate he betrayed.
Assuming, of course, that the Mad Nereid Thetis doesn’t interfere…

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CHARACTER INTERVIEW
You’ve been separated from Poseidon for seven thousand years. Do you think it’s possible that the two of you will ever get back together?
Amphitrite: (thoughtful pause) If you had asked me that even a month ago, I would have said no. But with all the things going on at Olympic Cove, I’m starting to suspect that anything can happen.
You’re a licensed psychologist, among other things. Why does a Nereid and goddess have to work for a living?
Amphitrite: I choose to work because it makes me feel like I’m contributing something useful to the world. Plus I enjoy helping people. Lying around doing nothing all day may sound perfectly lovely in a Bruno Mars song, but in reality it’s incredibly dull. I’d rather spend my days working at something I love.
Speaking of work, how are your sisters Ligea, Pasithea, and Iaera doing with their business?
Amphitrite: It’s Divine Events? It’s going great guns as I understand it, especially now that they’re branching out into wedding planning. I’m rather sorry I wasn’t able to join their business, but I have something of a loaded work schedule at the moment.
EXCERPT
Feeling like he was in another one of his dreams, Griffin let himself be eased onto the beach blanket. He stretched out, wiggling a bit to get comfortable as Dunn followed him and did the same. Overhead, the Floridian night was heavily spangled with stars.
“This is nice. Should’ve done this the first night I got here.” He glanced at Dunn. The man was a shadowy form stretched out at length, hands clasped placidly on his middle. “Comfortable?”
 “Very,” Dunn said, staring up at the stars. “You’re right. This is quite lovely.”
“Yeah.” Griffin swallowed. He had no idea what to do next.
Except to be honest. “Dunn, I need to say something.”
“Mm?”
“I hope this doesn’t offend you because I really don’t want to do that, and to be honest I don’t know why I feel this way but…” He swallowed, hearing his throat click. “I really want to kiss you right now. If you don’t want to, it’s fine, I understand, but I thought I’d ask.”
“Ah.” Dunn’s head turned towards him. “Well, then, if we’re being honest, I’d like to kiss you as well.”
Something electric shot through Griffin, swamping the fear. “Oh. I didn’t … I mean, I thought—”
“That I prefer women? I do, as I suspect you do. But I’ve been known to make exceptions.” The other man chuckled softly. “I believe the term is heteroflexible.”
My God, has he done this before? That’s not bad, though. At least one of us knows what he’s doing. “Okay, good. Um…”
“Shall I come over there?”
“Please.”
Griffin rolled onto his side and Dunn mirrored him. A hand came up and cupped his cheek, warm against the soft coolness of the evening breeze.
He closed his eyes as Dunn leaned forward. Lips brushed against his, delicately intent. His lips tingled under the soft pressure, and he could feel the prickle of Dunn’s mustache and beard, something he’d never felt before, at least not during a kiss.
It was weird and slightly scary. It was also fucking terrific. “Do that again,” he whispered when Dunn pulled back.
“Eagerness. I like that in a man.”
They kissed again, and Griffin let his lips open. The tip of Dunn’s tongue traced along them with that same delicacy. The sensation sizzled across his nerve endings, poking his dormant libido right where it counted.
Dunn pulled back a bit. “If you want to stop at any time, say so,” he said, his voice rough.
“Right, got it. Now kiss me again.”
He did, tongue slipping into Griffin’s mouth with deft skill. Griffin gave himself over to it, enjoying the sensation. It was similar to kissing a woman but with a different undertone to it, hungrier somehow. He felt like he didn’t have to hold back, that anything he threw at Dunn the other man could take.
And then Dunn’s tongue licked along the roof of his mouth, sending sparks of desire shooting through him. He couldn’t help moaning in unabashed pleasure.
Dunn took that as a signal to roll closer, fitting himself along Griffin’s body. It was like the kiss, scary and exciting at the same time. Dunn slid an arm around him, a hand coming to rest in the small of his back as his mouth continued to duel sweetly with Griffin’s.
After a bit Griffin felt something poking him in the thigh. It dawned on him what was happening. He broke the kiss with a gasp, sucking in air. “Fuck. You’re hard.”
“Well, yes, that does happen.” Dunn sounded amused. “Does it bother you?”
Griffin gulped. It should, he knew that. And yet all he wanted to do was do a wicked little shimmy against Dunn, make the other man moan for once. “No. It’s fine.”
But Dunn paused, his hand lightening on Griffin’s back. “You’re not aroused.”
He shook his head. “It was the last round of radiation. Haven’t been able to get it up since.”
“Oh.” Dunn’s hand came to rest again, but now it was on his waist. “Am I hurting you? Doing this, I mean?”
“If you’re asking me if you’re giving me blue balls, yeah, a little.” He swallowed again. “If you’re asking me if I want to stop, the answer’s no. Just don’t expect me to be poking you back.”
He wasn’t sure, but he could have sworn he saw Dunn smile. “All right.”
BIO
Nicola Cameron is an expatriate Chicagoan who has lived in England, Canada, Holland, and Sweden, and keeps a confusing amalgamation of languages in her head as a result. Currently located in the clavicle of Texas, she has finally mastered the proper use of "y'all," much to her Chicago family's dismay. 
Despite a healthy interest in sex since puberty, it wasn't until 2012 that Nicola decided to try writing about it. As it turned out, the skills she picked up during her SF writing career transferred rather nicely to erotic romance. When not writing, she wrangles cats, smooches her husband, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture...).            
Website: http://www.nicolacameronwrites.com
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Hi there, everyone! I'm Michelle Roth and I'm here to int...

Hi there, everyone! I'm Michelle Roth and I'm here to introduce my latest release, Trouble Walked In [The Forsaken Few 1]. This story started as a submission for the Bad Alpha Anthology but quickly grew out of control with regards to word count. There was no way I was going to be able to tell the story I wanted to in a measly 10,000 words!Once that was clear, I decided the book was more important than the anthology. It became MUCH easier from then on! Rather than just a wolf shifter story, I decided that I would make this about something larger. Lorelei, Florida was born. Each forsaken by their own kind, a small community of shifters from all walks of life have come together to form an unbreakable bond that defies the laws of nature. Both the hunters and the hunted stand side by side to protect themselves from all who would threaten their way of life. This is Ronan and Moira's story...The moment Moira Devereaux walks into his bar, Shapeshifter Ronan Kelly knows she's going to be trouble. No matter how tempting she is, he won't risk the safety of his makeshift pack. He has every intention of sending her on her way until he hears her compelling story.When Moira's father, the mayor of Lorelei, tries to force her to wed a man she doesn't know, she runs to one place he won't follow. The local shifter bar. Nothing could have prepared her for the immediate attraction she feels for the owner, Ronan.In a moment of weakness, Ronan offers her a job and a place to stay despite his misgivings. No one is more shocked than he is when he discovers that she's his mate. Will he be able to convince her that he's worth taking a risk on or will he be forced to let her go?Buy Links: Amazon    Amazon UK    Amazon CA    All Romance    Evernight    Bookstrand

Let's get to know Ronan Kelly, the hero from When Trouble Walked In... If you had a free day with no responsibilities and your only mission was to enjoy yourself, what would you do?
I don't get a whole lot of free time, but when I do, I love to drive out to the national forest and go for a run. When you get deep enough into it, there's a section where humans don't travel. There's something about having my paws in the dirt that makes me feel connected to the universe. Nothing like it. What impression do you make on people when they first meet you? How about after they've known you for a while?
Well now, I think that depends on the person. I'm a big guy, so I think I probably give off a heavy 'don't fuck with me' vibe. Once someone knows me for a while, I think they realize that for my friends, I'm as loyal as they come. What's your idea of a good marriage? Do you think that'll happen in your life?
I'll let you know if I ever see one. (snorts) My father treated my mom like an indentured servant. Raised his hands to her on occasion. I can tell you for sure what DOESN'T make a good marriage. Having your alpha mate fucking terrified of you. I- I don't want to talk about this anymore. Can we move on to something less depressing? What are you most proud of about your life?
I've been on my own since I was 18. Managed to not get myself killed in Iraq and Afghanistan during the war. Came home and worked my ass off until I had enough money to buy the bar. - And what about something more personal?
I made something of myself. I'd say that's pretty personal. - Why is that so meaningful to you?
When I left home at 18, my old man was just waiting for me to come crawling back to the ready-made life I had waiting for me. I think I shocked them all by making something of myself. Anything that can make that bastard choke on his words is meaningful to me. What are you most ashamed of in your life?
Shit. You're really into me talking about my feelings, aren't you? I'd have to say that leaving my mother behind. She was the only one in my family that showed the least bit of kindness to me. I send cards at Christmas but I have yet to hear back. I doubt I ever will. If you could spend the day with someone you admire (living or dead or imaginary), who would you pick?
My mother. That woman could give a hug. I don't know if she'd be inclined to at this point but it'd be worth finding out, I suppose. Do you think you've turned out the way your parents expected? Not a chance. What do you believe about God? What do you suppose God thinks of you?
Of course I believe in the Earth Mother. It's hard to be part wolf and not be able to feel her. When I'm shifted and touching the earth, I can feel her like a heartbeat. It's comforting. What do I think she thinks about me? I turned my back on the role that she chose for me. Sometimes I wonder if she thinks of me at all. Is there anything you've always wanted to do but haven't done? What would happen if you did it? That's a tough question. I'm my own man, so I basically do whatever I want to. I think I wanna skip this question. What's the worst thing that's happened in your life? What did you learn from it? War. It's nasty business. I saw some shit that really screwed me up for a long time. Two tours in Iraq, one in Afghanistan. Dead children. What did I learn? I fucking hate the war. Tell me about your best friend.
I've got a couple. I'd say Ty and Sarge are probably my closest friends. Can we not call them best friends? It sounds like we're about to slumber party. What's the worst thing you've ever done to someone? Why?
I've killed them. I'm not proud of it, but it was the war, ya know? What would you like it to say on your tombstone?
No tombstone. Cremate me, please. Throw a party, don't do any of that somber shit where everyone's in black. Describe your ideal mate.
I'm thinking that whole ideal mate thing is just a myth. I somehow don't think there's anyone out there for me. It's a punishment for abandoning my position as Alpha, I think. What are you most afraid of? This goes back to the last question. Never being forgiven. I don't give a shit about my father but, it's hard to be alone. What's the most important thing in your life? What do you value most? My makeshift pack, I guess. I'd fight for them. Die for them if need be. What's more important than that? What do you like best about yourself? Least? No matter what life throws at me, I move forward. The other side of that coin is that I keep things locked up tight. I wonder if that won't come back to bite me in the ass some day. How do you feel about your life right now? What, if anything, would you like to change? It's a good life, for the most part. A little bit lonely. I don't know that I have time for a relationship, really, but it'd be nice at this point in my life. Settle down, have a couple cubs. Are you lying to yourself about something? What is it? I don't think so. What trait do you most deplore in others? I can't stand bullies. People who are mean just to be mean. That sets me off more than anything else. I can forgive a lot but cruelty isn't one of those things. About Michelle:Michelle Roth is a novelist from the Great White North (Toronto, ON). When she's not disappearing into foreign lands, or making two perfect strangers that she invented fall in love, she's probably curled up somewhere with a glass of wine and a good book.In her spare time she is typically hanging out with her awesome boyfriend and their two equally awesome cats. She likes taking road trips to nowhere in particular, cooking elaborate meals then making other people do the dishes, and being nerdy on the internet. Her books are currently available on Amazon, Nook, Kobo, and any other place that sells absolutely filthy romance novels. Contact Info:Twitter: @mroth_author https://www.facebook.com/mrothauthor
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Now available - the next installment of Lynn Burke's Riss...

Now available - the next installment of Lynn Burke's Risso Family novellas!


Complete with Her
A Risso Family Novella
Contemporary Romanceby Lynn Burke
August 10, 2015
Evernight PublishingBastian Risso breaks away from his loud, intrusive family and moves to Charleston, West Virginia. His new neighbor is a seemingly lonely soul, a kindred introvert who might be his perfect match. Her beauty calls to him like a siren, and determined not to be a chicken-shit, he steps out of his comfort zone to make her acquaintance. 

Eve Thompson is protective of her privacy. She relishes her solitude as it keeps people from staring at her deformed upper lip or making fun of her speech impediment. Her persistent neighbor, however, proves a temptation too great to resist. His sincere smiles and compliments threaten to crumble the brick wall she hides behind. And his affections evoke feelings she can't control. 

Bastian plans to show Eve the beauty of who she is inside and out. But will his efforts break down her barriers or shatter both their fragile hearts? Purchase Links Click on the image above for more information about the Risso Family! Excerpt: Sprawling out on my borrowed sleeping bag beside the fire, I feasted my eyes on Eve as she moved with ease around our site. No fidgeting. No sidelong glances. “I can see why you love it out here.”She tucked an escaped lock of hair behind an ear and bent over her task of wiping the blackened pot clean. “While it’s quiet at home, nothing compares to the peaceful outdoors.”Temptation to tell her I knew of a thing or two that would compare in enjoyment rolled over me, but I refrained. Shadows lengthened across the small campground, and although we had neighbors a stone throw away, their murmuring barely reached my ears. Shrubs and trees blocked us from view, and leaning back, hands behind my head, I decided tonight, come hell or high water, I would hear Eve’s gasps, smother her moans with my lips as my hands explored her body.Twilight hindered sight through the trees before she finished cleaning up. After hiding herself in the tent for a few minutes, she emerged with pants and clogs replacing her hiking gear. She settled onto the ground beside my knees. I leaned up on my elbow and propped my head on my hand. “Eve.” I patted the sleeping bag I laid on. “Come up here.”Her bottom lip sucked between her teeth as she peered at me in the growing darkness. “Why?”“I want to kiss you.” A gasp reached my ears, and I wished we’d brought a lantern so I could see her face. She scooted to my side, and I tugged her down to lay beside me. Baby steps.Inches separated our bodies, but I didn’t pull her close like I longed to do. Instead, I ran a fingertip down her cheek and neck, her pulse thrumming beneath my feather-light touch. She gazed up at me with widened eyes. Her lips parted and breathing hitched, and I held in my groan. As if my aching cock needed her encouragement.Enjoying the tension sizzling between us, I leaned down and kissed her, and the second I swept my tongue along the seam of her lips, she moaned and shimmied closer.
Arousal rolled over me, and I clamped my arm around her waist, pressing her breasts and hips tight against me. My groan escaped into her mouth. No way in hell would I get any sleep.About Lynn BurkeLynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

Her current work, the Risso Familly Novellas, revolves around four siblings from Boston’s North End.

Find Lynn on her website, Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Amazon, and Goodreads.

Emma Banciu dreams about her novels taking on a life of t...

Emma Banciu dreams about her novels taking on a life of their own. Thanks to a centuries old Gypsy curse, they tend to do just that. Writing with pen and paper she brings things to life, and hell hath no fury like an antagonist scorned. Now she's on the run from Kyrin, an evil demon warlord who surfaced from one of her first manuscripts. And the only way to get rid of him is to destroy the manuscript. Enter JG1988, her long-time online friend. He knows nothing of the curse nor the magick Emma possesses. His only wish is to finally meet her in person and take their relationship to the next level. He reveals a surprise of his own when he shows up at Emma's door as international recording artist Jake Griffin. Destroying the manuscript will not only get rid of Kyrin, but also end her relationship with Jake. But keeping secrets from him may end up doing just that. In order to survive they'll resort to love, lies, and a little Gypsy magick. Amazon | Amazon UK | All Romance eBooks | Barnes & Noble | Bookstrand |Evernight Publishing | iBooks | Smashwords | Goodreads Jake lead her into the adjoining room where a baby grand piano sat in the corner. Turning the piano bench sideways, he sat back and motioned for her to sit in front of him. His arms slid alongside her shoulders as he reached out for the ivory bars, and he tightened his legs against her outer thighs. The heat radiating off him surrounded Emma like a blanket of safety. She snuggled up against his chest as his fingers tickled the keys. Succumbing to the enchanting melody, her eyes fell closed. His chest pressed against her back, rising and falling as he sang out the verses he wrote just for her, simply titled, Emma's Song. The words took her breath away how he spoke so lovingly of her through song. Each refrain more passion filled than the one before, pouring his heart out with each note. The emotions welling up inside confused her, as she let herself become entranced by his baritone voice. Fear and happiness pooled in her eyes, releasing in tears that slid over her cheeks. They met for the first time tonight in person yet it felt like they had known each other all their lives. Their electronic relationship manifesting into something real and tangible excited her, but also scared her to death. The keys stopped dancing, and the room held a silence marred only by the heaving of Jake's breath. Reopening her eyes, Emma turned her head toward him. His fingertips pressed against her jaw line, guiding her head as he leaned in. Their lips met with a cautious tenderness. She swung her body around on the seat, raising her hands to encompass his neck. He pulled her closer, parting her lips as he swept his tongue over hers. An innate ache pulsed through her, taking over her self-control. His very touch tingled every nerve along the way. She slipped her fingers through the back of his wavy hair, massaging his head in rhythm with their exploratory kisses. His breathing grew heavier, as he cradled her in his arms. A startling mixture of sharp chords rang out through the air as her back landed against the keys. Soft laughter danced through their kiss as Jake picked her up by the hips off the bench and placed her on top of the baby grand. Her chest heaved in succession with the thumping of her heart. He stared at her with such intent she'd never seen. His intense eyes hypnotized her, holding her gaze. “I've pictured this a thousand times, but nothing compares to the actual taste of your lips,” he whispered as he laid her back, brushing the chestnut locks of hair from her face. Lush lips caressed her neck, kissing the delicate skin down the plunging neckline of her dress. Words made no sense. They circulated in her head, jumbled by the emotions coursing through her. Her body ached for him to take her completely as his hands caressed the length of her body, exploring every inch of her, memorizing every curve. She dreamed about this moment. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. Her head screamed no, she'd only hurt him. But her heart shouted louder as she let her fingers ride up the length of his forearms, pressing against the hard muscle. “As breathtaking as you look sprawled across my piano, I have a better idea,” he whispered. Pulling her to him, he slid her off the piano. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he carried her to the sofa, laying her beneath him.Carefully, he slid the silken dress above her hips, exposing her stomach where he decorated her skin with the warmth of his tongue and lips. A shiver climbed her spine releasing itself in a vocal aching of want and need.
In celebration of ELUDING ILLUSIONS release, I'm going to give away a digital copy of VEXED, my other recently released novel. Click below to get entered!a Rafflecopter giveaway Vodou stole her life. A gay ghost stole her boots. And the man who stole her heart stole her memories. Kena plans to get it all back. Ex-cop Kena's life is filled with regret, beer, and Cheetos. That is, until her ghostly roomie sends her dumpster diving, leading her to a sexy stranger named Luc and a fate she'd rather not remember. As Kena's memories resurface, so do her feelings for Luc, the man she's secretly been in love with for the last thousand years. And he needs her for more than a stroll down memory lane. Vodou spirits, known as Loa, have been trapped in human form, and are trying to make their way back to the spirit world. But Luc's brother is possessed by a vengeance demon conjured at the hands of NOLA's crime syndicate kingpin. Saving him means damning herself to a spirit prison in a loveless, arranged union with the very man she's supposed to rescue. But not helping Luc's brother sentences him to death, leaving New Orleans in the hands of black magick, and losing Luc forever. Wren Michaels hails from the frozen tundra of Wisconsin where beer and cheese are their own food groups. But a cowboy swept her off her feet, and carried her away below the Mason-Dixon line where she promptly lost all tolerance for snow and cold. They decided they'd make beautiful babies together and they got it right on the first try. Now Wren lives happily ever after in the real world and in the worlds of her making, where she creates book boyfriends for the masses to crave.Facebook | Twitter | Amazon Page | Website | Tsu |

Author Bios: Peri Elizabeth Scott lives in Manitoba,...

Author Bios: 
Peri Elizabeth Scott lives in Manitoba, Canada. She and her husband have a wonderful son, and a houseful of animals. She closed her part time private practice as a social worker and child play therapist to spend more time with her husband. Peri has written for years, mostly short stories and poetry, and reads everything she can lay her hands on. She more recently turned to penning contemporary romance, although has published dark erotica under another pen name. 
Website: http://www.perielizabethscott.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/perielizabeth.scott 

Jennifer Simpkins has always been an avid reader, but it wasn't until she became a stay-at-home mom did she start to read romance. Her passion of reading romance turned into another passion she had as a child—writing. One late night of writing about sexy heroes and strong-willed heroines turned into two nights, until seven months later she had written her first novel.
She lives in a small, North Carolina town with her supportive husband (whose dream is to be on the cover of one of her books), a beautiful daughter, and two dogs who can’t seem to get along. If she's not writing you can find her reading, hanging out with her family, or cheering on the New York Yankees. 
Website: http://www.jennifersimpkins.net/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jennifer.simpkins.526 
Twitter: https://twitter.com/jsimpkins91
 Full Circle Blurb: 
Heath abandoned Ellie Scott thirteen years ago, disgusted and betrayed. He’s now reluctantly back for his father’s—count ’em—fourth wedding because he promised his little sister. Mia wants him to make up with their dad—and she’s never stopped talking about Ellie.  
Ellie never got over Heath Granger. She had no idea why he left, only that it cut to the bone. She’s doing the flowers for his father’s wedding so they are bound to meet.
Thrown together again, Ellie learns why Heath abandoned her. Like father, like son, except she quite likes Mr. Granger. Heath, not so much, considering how quick he was to believe a lie—and think the worst of her. 
Faced with the truth, Heath is ashamed of his actions. He can walk away again, or man up and make amends. But will Ellie forgive and forget? Will they come full circle?  Buy Links

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/full-circle-by-jennifer-simpkins-and-peri-elizabeth-scott
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B013H08OIE  Teaser Excerpt:
Ellie buried her head in her hands and silently screamed, frustrated by the situation Mia had put her in. When she looked back up she saw him. His dark hair was a tad too long for convention, but it suited him. For half a second she let herself imagine what it would feel like to run her fingers through the thick mane. The simple touch used to bring her so much pleasure, but then that thought forced her to remember their last time together and that was enough to bring her back to present time. She couldn’t ignore his same strong, handsome features. Heath gave off an air of command even at this distance, and he wasn’t soft at all from his desk job. So probably not staid either. Of course, he looked more mature, but still like Heath.
A white buttoned up shirt tucked into a pair of dark slacks was anchored with a thin belt. The first two buttons on his shirt were left unattended to, giving him a more casual, cool look. His slick, black dress shoes were the only part of his attire that stood out to her though. And if Heath being beyond sexy wasn’t enough to knock her off balance, him not being alone was. As she had somehow already suspected, a blonde bombshell in a sleek, blue dress hung on Heath’s side, as if claiming him and warding off all other women. High heels showcased her long, tan legs. Ellie became insecure in her simple, flowered sundress paired with white sandals. If this was what he was into… No, Ellie, don’t you dare do that to yourself.
Mia saw them about the same time. Leaping to her feet, she about tumbled over her chair, trying to reach Heath. In that moment, seeing how happy her friend was, Ellie figured all the discomfort that was bound to happen tonight would be worth it.
Mia pulled her brother into a tight hug. “Heath, you’re here!”
A smile spread across his perfectly shaped lips as he took his sister into his arms. He looked genuinely happy. “It’s good to see you, little sis.”
Mr. Roy beamed. “It’s wonderful seeing my kids together again. I’ve missed this.”
Renee acknowledged Ellie first. “I didn’t know you would be here.”
“Yeah, Mia’s full of surprises. It seems she didn’t tell anyone I was coming tonight,” she said, looking in Heath’s general direction.
Mr. Roy left his children’s side, and Ellie stood, accepting his bear hug. “It’s good to see you, Ellie.”
“You too, Mr. Roy.”
The only other person left to greet—well, two people—was Heath and his date.
Heath was first to break the awkward silence. Extending a hand, he leaned into her. At that very moment she made the mistake of inhaling, taking in his fresh smelling cologne. “Ellie.” His voice came out low. And that did funny things to her stomach. The flip flops only got worse as he swept his eyes down her body, from her face to her painted toes and back up to her flaming red cheeks. Damn him.
“Hi” she said, clearing her throat, clearly not as unfazed by their meeting as he appeared.
His stare set her body on fire. He made no attempt to move and she became aware she’d failed to shake his hand. She’d taken it into hers, and lord help her. His hand was rough and strong, making her want to shiver. She also couldn’t ignore his eyes as they bore into her, dangerously dark, sending a jolt of excitement to her core. This couldn’t be happening. After all these years, he still had the same effect on her. And then it seemed the connection broke his calm and collected exterior because he didn’t let go immediately. Instead, he raised one beautifully arched eyebrow at her.
His touch, his smell sent her back to a time when things were just as complicated. Except then she welcomed the complication he brought into her life. His lips, warm and moving over hers. His tongue swirling with hers, sending little jolts of electricity to her sex. His body rubbing against her. The feel of his—
“Heath, darling, who is this?” Blondie was now back on his side, running her manicured fingers up and down his forearm.
A cold dose of reality put out the fire that had sparked between her thighs. It was going to be a really long night.
Heath cleared his throat and collected himself. She wondered if he’d allowed himself to go back to that place too. “This is Mia’s best friend, Ellie Scott. Ellie, this is Melissa Adams.”
Voice just above a whisper—audible to only Heath and Ellie—Melissa said, “I’m Heath’s lover.”
Ellie stared back in horror. Was she supposed to have a response to that? No wonder they’d never worked out, if this was the type of woman he’d been waiting for. 

I need some help with some home remedies. My youngest is ...

I need some help with some home remedies. My youngest is prone to ear infections so having a bunged up nose is not a good thing for him. For the last week and a half, he has had both a runny nose as well as a blocked one. It has now turned into a chesty cough. My problem is, the medicine isn't working, so I thought maybe someone might have a more effective remedy for him. Now bare in mind, he's only 7 years old so alcohol isn't an option.

This desperate mum would definitely appreciate your input.