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The Fight for Us by Elizabeth Finn

Title: The Fight for Us & Inappropriate
Series: Bristol Island TalesAuthor: Elizabeth FinnGenre: Contemporary Erotic RomanceHosted By: DRC Promotions
The Fight for Us:When Isaiah moves his teenage daughter Natalie to a new town, there is little doubt he’s running away from the past. But what should have been a fresh start for them ends up fraught with pain and heartache when Natalie becomes the victim of intense bullying at her new school.
When Joss is called to a meeting with the high school principal to discuss her daughter Harper’s involvement in the bullying of a new student, she’s shocked to say the least. Her daughter can’t possibly be that child.
It’s a rocky start for Joss and Isaiah as they try to set their daughters on the right path. But there is more to Joss’s and Isaiah’s connection than just two teenage girls. Joss’s and Isaiah’s attraction to one another is undeniable, regardless of their fractious start. But his soul is broken, and as much as he’s drawn to her, he’s equally terrified of what that means.
Is Isaiah strong enough to let her get close to him?
Life sometimes forces you to make those choices whether you’re ready to or not. And when Joss’s life is turned upside down, Isaiah has to decide if he’s ready to leave his past behind and live again, or if he’s going to watch what he’s come to care so much for slip away. Isaiah’s fight is profound. Joss’s is too. And their strength to withstand it all is brutally tested.
Sometimes the willingness to fight for another is all a person has left to give. And sometimes the fight is the most important gift of all. Buy The Fight For UsAmazon ~ BN ~ Smashwords

Inappropriate Cohen is a man apart on Bristol Island—an outcast loved by all but separated by his position within the community. Dylan is the newest resident in town, but she arrives with a dark secret and a desire to keep it buried.
But when burning attraction is thrown into the mix, his job and her secrets are quickly forgotten—that is until one impetuous decision renders a relationship off-limits, unethical, and utterly inappropriate.
Living next door to one another on the island’s isolated peninsula guarantees their paths will cross time and time again. With fate tempting Cohen to ignore his conscience and, for the first time in his life, gamble with the rules, will he risk everything for Dylan?
And what happens when Dylan’s past suddenly catches up to her? Will she find the strength to bare her soul to him? Or will she let her secrets take them both down?
Sometimes the inappropriate relationship is the most appropriate of them all.Buy InappropriateAmazon ~ BN ~ Smashwords

About the Author

Elizabeth Finn is a multi-published contemporary romance author. Her passion is creating stories packed full of believable conflicts, characters who leave you rooting for them, and romance that might just short-circuit your e-reader. She likes her characters flawed, but they always find the best part of themselves on their journey. And her readers find themselves devoted to her honest and heartfelt voice.

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The Fight For Us & Inappropriate Bristol Island Tales by Elizabeth Finn

Magical Love by Gail Hamilton

Is There a Formula for True Love?

When two people fall in love it’s magical…but sometimes the magic needs a little nudging… Or so biochemist, Jason Lucas, thought when he developed a formula to help love-challenged people like himself find true love. Ironically, in "Will He Be Mine," the millionaire scientist unwittingly begins a searing relationship with one of his test subjects and comes to question the feasibility of any love-enhancer formula.

Determined to stop all testing on his love enhancer, Jason elicits the help of his assistant, Lydia, to collect the last samples from nerdish test subject, Damone Reid. This quest propels the curvaceous, African-American woman into a wild adventure in "Man on The Run," fueled by a rejuvenated, romantic Damone, who sweeps her away and off her feet.

Unfortunately, Damone’s samples go astray, and end up in Penny Clark’s perfume. In "Animal Magnetism," Penny is thrilled to find she has unusual skills around wild animals. Intrigued by her abilities, rugged veterinarian, Garth Snowdon, soon falls under her spell. But after one night of explosive passion their love is put to the test when Garth discovers Penny’s heartbreaking secret.

"Magical Love" tells the stories of three couples whose lives change drastically after using the love enhancer formula. Yet despite the heated romances, the emotional intimacies, doubt creeps into the relationships—is it true love or is it the formula?


The door sported a sign that said "Danger. Do Not Enter" in big red lettersSmoothing her hair, straightening her clothes, determined to put her best foot forward, Penny grasped the door handle.  Pulling it open, she stepped decisively inside.And froze!She was in a bare concrete corridor with barred cage doors on one side.  All were closed except the one opposite Penny, which stood wide open.  Only feet away, a man was backed up against the wall.  Backed up for good reason.An enormous Siberian tiger, loose in the corridor, was fixed on him, lips pulled back in an ominous snarl.Without moving a muscle, the man hissed urgently at her out of the side of his mouth."Whoever you are, get out before the tiger sees you!"No part of Penny's body would move.  No part of her brain was able to give a command.Not when the great cat's head swiveled around and fixed Penny with its terrible yellow eyes.Slowly, it lifted its head, cocked it to one side, and then took a step in Penny's direction.  Penny found out what it meant to die a thousand deaths inside of an eye blink.  She actually felt her heart slow down, beating in huge, lolloping thuds as though struggling in heavy molasses.  The tiger took a second step toward her.  Then another, until it was near enough for her to feel the heat of its breath as it sniffed at her harshly.  Its fierce yellow gaze burned into her.  The striped head, up close, was massive."N-n-n-nice k-kitty," she heard herself croaking out idiotically.  "Why don’t you go back into your c-c-c-cage?"The huge cat’s lips quivered, again revealing a terrifying flash of fangs.   But the tiger’s tail, which had been lashing the whole time, suddenly slowed. The menace seemed to die quietly away.  With a final, assessing stare at Penny, the animal turned away and padded through the open cage door into the dimness inside.Instantly, the man sprang away from the wall and clanged the cage door shut.   Next, he clamped an arm around Penny’s waist and swept her out through the metal door into the sunshine and the normal world where loose tigers did not roam.It was a good thing the man’s arm was strong.  Once outside, Penny’s knees gave way.  She would have sunk to the ground had not the fellow held her upright. Instead, she collapsed against him.For an endless moment, they stood leaning together.  Penny could feel the man’s heart thumping like a steam hammer. When her own heart started to remember how to beat like it wasn’t going to explode any time soon, Penny came to herself enough to stand on her own and peel herself off the man’s chest.“I…oh goodness…I’m s-sorry s-so s-sorry—tiger big—s-sorry—”She was incoherent.  And felt as though the man’s shirt buttons were imprinted on her flesh.  “You should be,” the tall, broad-shouldered man suddenly roared in her ear.  “Don’t you know not to walk through a door that says, ‘Danger. Do Not Enter?’  What part of that don’t you understand?”Penny jumped and stared.  The face next her was volcanic.  Two pale blue eyes blazed out at her. Muscles stood out in ridges all along the man’s jaw.“You could have been killed!” he sputtered.  “Killed with one swipe of that cat’s claws.”“I thought you saw me on a camera and were asking me to come in,” Penny cried.That, at least, stopped the next hot burst.  The angry mouth opened and then shut again.  The jaw muscles smoothed down a bit.  The man ran rigid fingers through a wavy, dark windblown hair and struggled visibly to get a hold of himself.“The…the tiger didn’t hurt me.  It went back inside the cage.”Two male brows slid together thoughtfully.  A great deal of the volcanic heat in his face subsided.  The man began to look Penny over closely.“No,” he said with a tone of incredulity, “she didn’t.  That tiger was badly abused and came to us pregnant.  She’s usually ready to maul anything within reach.  But when you…well, I’ve never seen her calm down so quickly. Who are you anyway?"“Penny Clark.  Here about the job.  I came through the fence looking for Dr. Snowdon.”“That’s me.” The man seemed to shake himself. “Sorry about the yelling but you gave me one helluva scare.  With the animals we keep, we can’t afford a single security breach.”Yeah, right.  So just how had Dr.  Snowdon himself managed to get cornered in there with no means of escape in sight? As the man motioned for her to follow and set out toward the house, Penny knew this wasn’t the time to ask.  Inwardly she debated just making a dash for her car.  How badly did she need a job that involved near death by tiger?“Call me Garth,” the fellow said over his shoulder. As they approached the house, Garth’s hand slipped lightly to Penny’s waist to guide her into the rear garden.  Just as he was thinking the waist was nicely trim and supple, he got a full whiff of her perfume, Lucky Love. He had to stop himself from wheezing.Migawd, what is that perfume!  It could knock over a horse!Quickly, he stepped out of range, and seated Penny on a stone bench. This woman had recklessly walked straight through an off-limits door and almost into a tiger’s jaws.  He couldn’t afford anybody careless enough to make a possibly fatal mistake. 
On the other hand, she hadn’t screamed or done anything stupid when Sabir approached her. Also, his chest still throbbed with the memory of her body collapsing against him.  She had made an impression on him.  A very strong impression.

Gail Hamilton has been creating novels since the great romance boom of the eighties, writing for Harlequin and other publishers. She has been a farm hand, English teacher, ad copywriter, and once rode a British Bedford truck across the Sahara and back to see Timbuctu. All of it is fodder for her fiction. She is drawn to action, romance, adventure and characters with a distinctly odd twist. These show up in her many romance novels and her fast-moving historical novel, The Tomorrow Country.After trying urban life in Europe and Toronto, Gail returned to live on the family farm where she grew up. In this rural corner hugging the north shore of Lake Ontario, Gail digs into the rich, raucous local history. She cherishes a secret passion for animated movies and loves snapping photos of nature all around her, reading the constant changes like a newspaper every morning. What better place to hatch brand new tales for everyone’s enjoymentVisit Gail’s website at www.gailhamiltonwriter.com.
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Into His Dark by Angel Payne

USA Today Bestseller Angel Payne unveils the first full-length novel of a sensuous new series, set in a land of breathtaking beauty...hiding a world of dark and illicit desires.

* AMAZON * BARNES & NOBLE * iBOOKS * KOBO * GOOGLE PLAY * Hi there. I'm Angel: book lover, writing addict, hopeless romantic, pop culture geek and avid shoe lover. A bit about me... I've been hooked on books since I was a kid but it got worse in my twenties, when I discovered romances--the hotter, the better. Growing up in Southern California, with lots of surfer manliness surrounded me, was certainly a good boost for reading about delicious alpha guys and the women who adore them. When I learned I had a knack for telling these stories too, I guess you could say I was doomed--though my path toward romance novelist took a few detours via a concert-reviewing gig for my college newspaper (free show tickets...backstage passes...that was a no-brainer), artist interviews for a Beverly Hills dance music mag, personal assistant work for a record producer, dance club disc jockey, and a lot of fun in the hospitality industry. These days, I still live in California, and have found an amazing alpha guy of my own who was brave enough to marry me. We live on a street that looks like Brigadoon, with our beautiful daughter. I have the best life ever, and never forget to thank the Big Guy Upstairs for it, either.  

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Distractions by Bianca Dean

Distractionsby Bianca Dean Distractions #1
Publication Date: January 27, 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Romance

Synopsis:Red has been trying to move on with her life. She really has. Her first real relationship ended in disaster and she can’t muster the energy to leave the house. Her brother Brenden and their best friend, Gavin, are sick of it. Guilting her into a night out, Red reluctantly agrees only to see her ex having the time of his life with another girl. Small town living would have it no other way. On the verge of a full blown panic attack, Gavin steps in to provide Red the distraction she needs to forget all about her ex. But as things quickly spiral out of control, will Red be able to keep her feelings for her best friend a secret in order to save their friendship?*This book contains sexual situations and explicit language. This is Book 1 of the Distractions Series.

About the Author Bianca Dean, author of Quarterback Sneak and Wanna Play? is a native of New Jersey now living in NYC. Working on her PhD, Bianca loves good food, great movies and stimulating conversation. She's a huge sports fan, and can be found, during the appropriate season, screaming at the television, beer in hand, trying to make people that can't hear her run faster. In the off-season she can be spotted walking her dog or grabbing dinner with friends.
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The Celtic Fan by Deanndra Hall

Title: The Celtic Fan
Author: Deanndra HallGenre: Adult Contemporary RomanceTour Host: DRC Promotions Excerpt“Reaching for my right hand, she placed it gently but firmly above her left breast, and held it there with a warm, velvety hand. I could feel her heart throbbing, almost hear its rhythm. “You’re already in here, Steve Riley,” she said calmly, her voice as light and soft as angel’s wings. “But where am I?” Her eyes searched my face, looking for an indication of my inclination, any clue of how I’d respond.“It’s been six years, Diana,” I whispered into her hair. I struggled, my mind trying to collect the words I needed to say, to say them the right way, to mean them when I said them. “Do you really want me to be the one? Are you sure it should be me? Are you really ready?”
I remember pulling her close again, lightly kissing her eyelids, her cheeks, her lips. If I’d held my hand a half inch above any area on her body, I’m sure a current would’ve passed between us that could power all of Ashville. Her hair was everywhere, as was mine, and she trembled slightly in my arms as I stroked the mass of blond waves. I looked down at the length of our bodies intertwined, appreciating the beauty of her white skin against my darkness. Several strands of our hair lay together on my chest, and I couldn’t help but make a mental snapshot of the moment, the shiny blond and the glossy dark brown hair wrapped and twisted into one strand, our legs and bodies fused into a solid oneness. I twirled the hair together, as though that would keep us locked in each other’s arms permanently.
As erotic as the night had been, there had been no hesitation, no embarrassment, not a single apology, and there had been nothing dirty or vulgar or obscene about it. It was incredible, but it was also more than wild animal sex, and we both knew it. I kissed her shoulder, then drew her arm out and kissed down the inside of its length. That’s when I noticed it for the first time, her arm turned just the right direction in the candlelight. On the inside of her left wrist was a tattoo of a tiny Celtic fan.
We were like two fifteen-year-olds, exploring each other’s bodies, acting as if we alone had discovered the oldest pleasure known to man, were the only ones to realize that penises and vaginas fit together. There was a wonderment, a sparkle to it all, and even after all the women I’d been with, I felt as though Diana had stolen my virginity, as though she was the very first woman with whom I’d ever become one.”

Synopsis The Celtic Fan It's a number one bestseller on every list. It's a love story for the ages. And it's a mystery.At least its author is. Nick Roberts has never been seen. He doesn't do interviews. He doesn't answer fan mail. He doesn't do late-night talk shows, or book signings, or conferences. No one knows who he is. Everyone's looking for him; websites have been set up offering rewards for finding him.Four old friends plan their annual road trip. It's been a toss-up every year, with each being different (and some not so good). But this year Russ's idea is to find Nick Roberts. With an address stolen from the accounting files of the publishing house, the four friends set out to find the elusive Roberts and make names for themselves. And as three begin to get distracted - Russ by women, Michael by liquor, and Jim by porn or who knows what - only one stays the course: Steve Riley, a journalist from Knoxville, is determined to find Roberts and land the story of the century.His dedication to his mission is complicated by a deluge, a flash flood, and an obviously incorrect address. But as time has its way, Steve begins to wonder if his trip will be successful in any other ways. And if his suspicions are correct, what will he do?Even more unsettling is the real question: If he finds Nick Roberts, will he tell?Set in the foothills of the beautiful Smokey Mountains, The Celtic Fan is two stories - the story of a journalist following his biggest story ever, and of a wounded soldier and the girl with whom he falls in love post-World War II. Throughout the pages, Bill and Claire's tragic tale winds its way through Steve's story, a story he never thought he'd tell.The Writing of The Celtic Fan…In the summer of 2000, my then-teenage daughter took a trip to Europe with a high school group. She hadn’t been gone twenty-four hours before I had an idea. I’d been writing for years, but I’d never been able to work up the nerve to write a book. So I set out to do just that.
I began writing and, as I did, the words began to pour out of my fingertips. They were so passionate and lovely that I couldn’t stop. I wrote in a frenzy because I knew that once my daughter walked back into the house, I’d go back into “full-time mom mode” and that would be it – it would never be finished.
I wrote. I wrote for three nights and four days. Without sleeping. Barely eating. Only occasionally getting up to go to the bathroom or stretch. Writing was all I did. And I finished it the day before she was set to return. Late that evening, after a nap, I opened the file and read through it. I’d assumed that, considering the way in which it was put down, it would be a four door, brass-plated disaster, and I was shocked to find that it was both clear and beautiful. Then I closed the file, caught up all of the things I was supposed to do while she was gone, picked her up from the airport, and never looked at it again.
In the next five years I devoted an enormous amount of time to writing, but I never went back to the book.
Time passed. I’d stored the files on three and one-half inch floppies. Somewhere along the line, I had one of those hideous Zip drives, and they got moved around to those cartridges too.
Several years and three computers later, to my horror, I found that the files were gone. I looked everywhere, scoured old floppy disks, searched through old hard drives. Nothing. They had vanished, lost in the technological shuffle.
Oddly enough, in mid-October 2013, over thirteen years after I’d first written this book, I was telling my partner about it. I’d never even mentioned it to him before, and after I explained the plot, I lamented, “It was really, really good. I wish I still had it.”
And then, on Halloween night – Samhain to me – he was recounting his trip to our ancient county courthouse that day and telling me about a clock crashing down from the wall, almost hitting a lady passing by. He said one of the security guards commented, “Yeah, we’ve had lots of poltergeist activity today.” We laughed about it.
But as I went to bed, I had a sudden thought: I’d bought a brand-new external hard drive, and it occurred to me that, although I backed up my files every night, I’d never checked to see if they really were backed up. I went back to my computer to check and found that they had not transferred, and my heart froze. I had to back them up. What if lightning struck? I’d lose everything I’d been working on, including several completed manuscripts. So I manually copied files, then opened the external hard drive to check and see if they were really there. I went to the search bar and typed in “writing.”
Up popped dozens of files, things I couldn’t identify. I stared at them in disgust, wondering what junk they could possibly be and where they could’ve possibly come from. I opened one that seemed particularly odd, and gasped.
There they were. The book; four books, in fact. All of the short stories. All of the poetry. Everything I’d wondered about, looked for, lost – all on a brand-new external hard drive.
To this very moment, I still have no clue how they got there. No one was more surprised than I, and I began to cry to the extent that my partner came to see what was wrong. I couldn’t believe it. It didn’t make sense, and yet there they were. I made note of where they were located, closed the files, shut down the computer for the night, and went to bed, barely able to sleep.
It was with shaking hands and a racing heart that I opened the file for The Celtic Fan the next morning and had the distinct, unimaginable joy of seeing these words intact and as beautiful as they were initially, a full thirteen years since their original writing.
Buy The Celtic FanEXCLUSIVE PUBLIVERSARY SPECIAL OFFER FOR THE FIRST TIME EVERGet The Celtic Fan for FREE on AmazonFEBRUARY 14 AND FEBRUARY 21 ONLY  Excerpt“There was a current, a flow, when we were together that I’d come to appreciate. It rolled and slipped and slid here and there between us, holding us together in our passion. I could feel it when I touched her, a palpable thing, meandering and lyrical, its own entity. When my hands left her body, they felt drawn again as if there were a magnetic pull, and my palms ached until I pressed them against her flesh again. She felt it too, I could tell, and let it breathe in and out of her, pouring itself into every gap, every crack, every crevice where our bodies didn’t meet, following the path of least resistance, binding us together with every stroke, every whispered moan, every touch. I loved that house, that room, that bed, but inside her was my true home.I wanted to be sure of one thing. I wanted to be confident that, beyond a shadow of a doubt, Diana Nicole Frazier belonged to me. I already belonged to her, body and soul. She owned parts of me no other woman had even seen, things I didn’t know existed. I wanted her to believe and never doubt that we would be together. I wanted to give her something that would hold her to me until fall, until we could make the big decisions. Finding that thing, that way to cement us together, was my goal for the week.She pulled my face to hers and kissed me, but I couldn’t stand it, couldn’t contain it. I stretched out on top of her, my arms around her, and sobbed out loud, all the love and pain and fear and joy wrapped up together in my embrace. Her tears were silent, but they filled her eyes and ran down her cheeks, falling into her hair and wetting it, wetting my hair too. I was home, and I didn’t want to leave.Inside her, everything was right again, and for the first time in weeks my heart stopped aching.” About The AuthorFor as long as I can remember, I've been a writer . . .and it has served me well. I wrote for local publications, wrote marketing and advertising materials, wrote for academic publications, and eventually grew jaded with the writing profession as I often watched others take credit for my hard work. I retreated into the world of 3-D art in the fiber and textile mediums and hid out in a world of colors and textures. But, truth is, there was always a story or two in my head. It wasn't until Nikki and I met in my imagination that I decided it was time to let those stories out, and I'm glad I did. My readers now get to enjoy the fruits of my imagination and, believe me, it runs wild!On the personal side, I've been happily married to my lover and best friend for over thirty years, and I have two wonderful adult kids who've blessed me with two excellent choices of life partners. When I'm not writing, I'm playing with my three crazy little dogs, hiking in a local recreation area, kayaking, working out at the gym, tending my herbs, cooking, or doing some kind of research.But I'd really rather be writing!Connect with DeanndraWebsite  |  Facebook  |  Blog  |  Amazon Author Page  |  tsu  |  Twitter  |  Newsletter

Sealed in Blood by Jenna Fox

Book Blitz:Sealed In Blood by Jenna Fox Feb 12th - 19th



Genre: Erotic/SuspensePublisher:  Fiction Vixen PublicationsDate of Publication:  March 30, 2014Word Count:  27KCover Artist:  3 Rusted Spoons
Book Description: Determined to forget her ex-fiancé and gather the remains of her betrayed heart, Charisma Claiborne scrapes together her hard earned pennies for a dream trip to Las Vegas.  On her first day in town, she has an accident with an eccentric casino owner.  Enthralled by his good looks, she falls into his bed for a steamy one night stand. But Hunt Blackwater is more than a mysterious, gorgeous casino owner.  Rumors of a Native American curse and a string of inexplicable deaths follow in his wake - but the most terrifying is his ability to reach right into Charisma’s soul and make her want the things she’s convinced herself she can do without. 
Unwilling to get in over her head, Charisma cuts her trip short and returns home, but trouble seems to follow her.  With remembered whispers of curses in her ears and the lingering smell of death in her nose, she wonders if she is his next victim.  Things go from puzzling to harrowing as Charisma comes face to face with the greatest betrayal she could ever imagine.
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Sealed In BloodCopyright © 2014 Jenna Fox
Excerpt:Charisma swallowed hard, standing in front of the door to Hunt’s suite.  What lay behind it?  It was like he was opening the lid to Pandora’s Box.Hunt held her gaze, and took her purse when the door clicked open.  “I like being in charge of things.  You won’t have a problem with that.”The carnal rumble in his voice rekindled a fire deep inside of her that Charisma had thought was long dead.  She’d become so tired of the struggle to keep her life together; tired of trying to take care of herself and every situation in her single life.  How liberating it would be to surrender control to this man.“I don’t have a problem with it.” Hunt held out his hand.  “You mentioned a shower.”He led her down a hallway to the bathroom.  Charisma was so nervous she hardly noticed the large, jetted tub.  Hunt took off his suit jacket and laid it on the vanity, opened the glass door to the shower and turned on the water.  He leaned in, relaxing his posture as he maintained firm eye contact.  “I think I’ll have you begin by undressing me.”The shower seemed to get louder with each passing second.  Charisma’s fingers shook as she struggled to undo each button on his shirt.  What was she doing?  She’d never been in a shower with a man before, nor had she undressed a man.He pulled the shirt off, throwing it on the double vanity.  Naked, he would be even more intimidating than, and as gorgeous, as a god.  His tanned chest was sprinkled with dark hair atop rippling abs.  Charisma’s pulse thudded inside her neck.  I’m really going to do this.“Now.  Take off your clothes.  All of them.”  His voice was sharp. Charisma couldn’t look him in the eye, as she reached around to unzip her skirt. She allowed it to fall to the floor, but hesitated to unbutton her blouse.“The shirt comes off too.”Her fingers finally completed the task.  She stood, motionless, awaiting a look of disapproval on Hunt’s face as his eyes zeroed in on her curvaceous hips.“I don’t think you’re finished.  I still see panties and a bra.”Charisma’s face was flaming.  She reached around to unhook her bra, biting down on her bottom lip as her traitorous nipples told of her arousal.Hunt’s lips parted, and he lowered his voice.  “I can see your embarrassment.  You’re beautiful.”  She relaxed slightly as he ran his hand over her hip.  “You’re not to be ashamed.  Understood?”Charisma nodded, looking at the floor.“Miss Claiborne, look at me.”His eyes glittered as they roamed over her.  Her body responded in a warm flood, as he murmured his approval.Charisma trembled with desire, keenly aware of her pulse, as Hunt unzipped his pants, freeing his erection.  Her muscles clenched at his size.“You’re still blushing.  You see how hard I am for you, and you will not be ashamed.”Steam escaped as he opened the shower door.  She stepped into the hot stream, Hunt behind her.
“Turn and face me.  On your knees.”



Jenna Fox is a civilized hillbilly, mother, wife and multi published author of erotic romance residing in Eastern Tennessee. She enjoys reading and jotting down poetry in her spare time.  Besides juggling a busy family life, Fox reviews and critiques for other authors and crafts her own dark erotic tales. Stories always feature a mysterious alpha male with unexpected twists to shock the reader. She believes in HFN and HEA endings, although not always in a romantic or conventional way. 
Her work is born from real life experiences, an overactive imagination and a consuming caffeine addiction.  Sometimes she finds herself writing sex scenes on fast food napkins and store receipts while waiting in traffic, but she’s always guilty of keeping her mind in the gutter.  Fox is a listener of hard rock music and a watcher of classic slasher films. In short, she’s a writer, a storyteller, able to make a boo-boo all better with just one kiss and a proud, world class expert at screwing up recipes and scaring away closet monsters.  She believes in ghosts and God and is absolutely convinced chocolate soothes the savage beast.
Can be found eating Cheetos at a gas station near you. 





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The Life of Anna, Part 4: Ensnared by Marissa Honeycutt

Sneak Peek! Lexington Black by Savannah Smythe

Rob jumped as he felt sly fingers stroking his thigh under the tablecloth.  For the first time ever, he understood how some women felt at the end of a first date.  That sense of obligation after the man had spent money on good food and superlative wine, the reluctance to go further, and the guilt that followed a refusal.  Having relaxed him with good wine and playful banter, Lex was moving in for the kill.  Half of him was highly aroused by the thought, but the other half resented the hell out of it.
He excused himself and went to the men's cloakroom.  He splashed cold water on his face and held up a hand so he could see the tremor in his fingers. 
He wasn't ready for it, was he?  Whatever it was.  His dick was saying otherwise, though, trapped uncomfortably in the confines of his underwear.  It was only reacting to the aura of the man though.  He oozed sex and power.  Hell, anyone would be turned on by that. Wouldn't they?
Maybe you're still in the closet.  That silky phrase was destined to stalk him all the way home.  And he had to go home before he did something he would regret.  He was in danger of acting in a totally irrational and hazardous manner.
Lex smiled as he approached.  'What do you say to a cognac?'
'Thank you but I really need to go,' Rob said, trying not to sound too abrupt.
Lex was on his feet in an instant.  'That's a shame.  Do you mind if I walk with you to your car?'
Rob mentally thanked his foresight in borrowing the Audi.  'Sure.'The night was dark and smelled of incoming rain.  The car was parked under a tree, away from the comforting pool of light radiating from the hotel.
'Ah, one last ditch attempt to get me to buy this car?'  Lex laughed when he saw it.
'I usually drive a Volvo,' Rob admitted.  'It isn't quite as sexy.  That's the only reason.'
'Good, because I was never actually interested in buying the car.'  Without warning, Lex moved in and pressed his lips to Rob's.
Rob barely had time to think.   He was aware of his hitched breath, his body frozen as if in fright.  He began to protest but he was mesmerised by the unexpected softness of the lips on his, the faint abrasion of stubble against his chin, the rearing excitement in his trousers.  He inhaled the aroma of coffee and spiced aftershave, too shocked to do anything but let Lex pin him to the car and tease his tongue into responding to him.  If he hadn't done so, Rob would have collapsed to the ground in a boneless mess.  The kiss was long and languid, their tongues exploring every aspect of their mouths.  As it went on, Rob could his whole being unfurling.  Not just his cock, which was like an iron bar in his trousers but everything.  So many unformed questions about his life had been answered.  The reason why he had never been able to commit to anyone, the reason his marriage disintegrated, the mistrust of the motives of other people, the constant feeling that some part of him was hidden, or buried because he had not wanted to face the truth.
'You've never done that before, have you?'  Lex whispered huskily when he drew away.
Rob shook his head.  His voice had completely deserted him.
'You weren't bad for a novice.'  Lex gently stroked Rob's chin with his thumb.  His smile was tender but his eyes were not.  They were dark with lust. 
What was he supposed to say?  Thanks very much?  All he wanted was for Lex to kiss him again.  And again.
'I have to go,' he said woodenly.  He had to.  He had to think and not do anything rash and stupid. 
Lex reached out and stroked Rob's face with the back of his hand.  'If you change your mind, I'm in the King's Suite.'
'Thank you.  I'm sorry,' Rob said again, and scrambled to open the car door.
Halfway home, he was kicking himself.  Not easy when one was driving.  He hit the steering wheel in frustration, the words "I'm in the King's suit," on a loop spinning round in his brain, like a lariat preparing to capture him and pull him back. 
'Fuck, fuck, fuck,' he muttered.  His cock was harder than ever, reminding him it had been a damned long time since he had last been laid.  It seemed to be holding a one-sided conversation in his head.  "Come on, Rob.  You're single, he's single.  What's the harm?  He's flying back to the States tomorrow.  You never have to see him again.  Chalk this up to a new experience.  If you don't like it, you'll know it isn't for you.  Give me a fucking break, I'm ready to blow here!"
He did a U-turn in the middle of the wide road and headed back towards Deansfield House.
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Whistlin' Dixie by Maggie Adams

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Reviewer's Note
I was given an ARC of this some weeks ago on the understanding that this is a complete story or self standing novel.  It is no such thing. This is the first installment in a set of books. If you like series, check out the first few pages on Amazon sneak peek. 




A man on a mission....
Mackenzie Coalson was determined to rebuild his hometown after a devastating flood left it in ruins. He has no time for a relationship and all the romantic junk that goes with it. He has a vandal to catch and no sweet smelling bundle of femininity is going to sway him.
A woman protecting her family.....
Dixie Harris charged into the county sheriff's office with a sassy sway and a smart mouth, eager to give the sheriff, and anyone else, a piece of her mind. When she locks horns with the devil himself, in the form of Mac Coalson, she quickly learns he has a temper to rival hers, even if he's the living epitome of her sexual fantasies.
When the two unite to catch a potential murderer, it's in everyone's best interest to keep it, "business only". But that's hard to do when their combined attraction is volatile enough to burn down the town.










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I live in Southern Illinois with my high school sweetheart and two terrific kids.  I've always loved books and dreamed of one day making writing my career.  Life happens while dreaming but I never gave up.  I believe humor can be found in the most awkward situations as my family can attest, and happily ever after is work but true love is worth it. In addition to contemporary romance, I also write paranormal romance, erotic romance, and women's fiction.

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