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April 9, 2017
Coming April 11: Shared For The First Time
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Arctic Spirit By Elena Kincaid
Charlotte Austen has been in love with her two best friends, Chris and Drew Malcom since high school, but choosing between them was never an option. The day she said goodbye to them was a painful one, especially since she thought she would never see them again. Ten years and one visit later, changes everything. Alaskan tiger shifters, Chris and Drew, have never gotten over Charlotte. The fact that they were both in love with her was never the problem … being destined for a mate, however, was. They reach out to her, hoping to resume their friendship. All three of them get an unsuspected surprise when they see each other again. The trio’s happy discovery doesn’t come without a price. Jealousy and prejudice threaten to destroy the budding romance. Will Chris and Drew be able to stop the threat before they lose their true love forever?
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Excerpt:She missed them.She finally got the nerve to tell them that.“I’ve missed you, too, Charlotte,” Chris said. “We both have.”“Very much,” Drew added.Chris looked thoughtful for a moment. “You could always come out for a visit.”Drew looked at Chris and muttered what sounded like, “You always were a glutton for punishment.” He then added, “So am I, apparently.” Finally, he turned back to Charlotte, looking at her with longing. “We’d love to see you again, sweets. It’s been too long.”To say she was tempted was an understatement. However, she knew being in the same space as them would only complicate things. Longing for two people she couldn’t have was punishment indeed. They both obviously still had feelings for her as well, and choosing between them was still not an option, not to mention the fact that one brother would never hurt the other that way even if she did. She also didn’t think she had it in her to repeat their last parting.She used the best excuse she could think of, and one that was mostly true. “I have a big project I’m working on right now, so I really can’t get away any time soon.”“Didn’t you just tell us you worked from home?” Drew asked.She bit her lip.“You’d have the entire top floor to yourself,” Chris began. “It has a master bedroom with a seating area and a large desk.” He looked hopeful as he went on. “You’d even have your own private bathroom with a shower and a separate Jacuzzi tub.”“Wow! That sounds amazing.” It really did. She had a nice sized one-bedroom condo, located just minutes from the beach, but there definitely was nothing bubbling in her bathtub, nor were there two sexy occupants sharing a space with her. They were undoubtedly the most tantalizing part of the deal. However… “I couldn’t ask one of you to give up your room for me.”“We wouldn’t be,” Drew said. “Our bedrooms and office are on the first floor.”Now she was confused. They had what sounded like an amazing space upstairs, but neither of them used it. Perhaps they didn’t want to fight over who got the master bedroom and they chose to use it as a guest room instead.“We were saving it for someone special.” It was Chris who answered. Her expressions always gave her thoughts away to them, making her an open book. He must have taken notice of her confusion, but he did not elaborate further. He actually turned away from her for a moment, seemingly uncomfortable with the response he had just given her.He didn’t really need to elaborate anyway. It was the someone special part that rang loud and clear and stung. She definitely did not want to hear more. She also didn’t want to speculate which one of them would end up getting to use that room one day with a significant other.“Are you all right?” Drew asked.Damn it! She quickly schooled her features and avoided thinking about what they must have seen written on her face. “Yes. I’m fine.” Charlotte waved a dismissive hand in the air.“Say yes, Charlotte,” Chris said.She wanted to say no, to protect her heart. Seeing them now only reminded her of every reason she had convinced herself that parting from them was for the best. Then she thought about them settling down one day, and maybe even finding someone herself, and knew that this may be the only chance to see her two best friends again. She’d take the old and new memories, along with the pain that would come with them, and tuck them all away later like she had done before. At least for the most part. Still, she’d have no regrets then.
“I’ll come,” she finally said.Social Media LinksBlog: http://elenakincaid.blogspot.com/Website: http://www.elenakincaid.com/Twitter: https://twitter.com/elenakincaid1FB Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/elenakincaidthreeAmazon: http://www.amazon.com/Elena-Kincaid/e/B011IOY3KEGoodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7060236.Elena_KincaidStreet Team: https://www.facebook.com/groups/955387561187276/Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/elenakincaid/Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCIxZQdZPqoNPTPMi03LrbKQ
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April 4, 2017
@RavenMcAllan @evernightpub Guest Blogger Kera Faire with The Furnace Man
Please welcome my guest blogger Kera Faire with The Furnace Man.
Hi all, Raven chatting.
It’s so lovely to be here, and talking about The Furnace Man, the latest book by Kera Faire, my dark side. I’m very lucky having two author sides of me, as I can indulge what I like doing best—creating stories with a happy ever after—in so many different ways. I just swap hats so to speak. It might not work for everyone, but it does for me.
This series, Dark Isle, is darker than my Raven stories. Mainly set around an island on Loch Lomond, in Scotland, The Furnace Man takes a bit of a new track, by starting in a glass works in Yorkshire. I just happened to go to the grand opening of a new furnace, and got chatting. The Furnace Man is the result.Of course we end up on Dark Isle…also known aptly as Death Isle, an island in Loch Lomond, which is handy as it is not that far from where I live. Good excuse to procrastinate and well, enjoy the scenery. A flask of coffee, a g-f biscuit or three and my lap top. Perfect. Well I hope so.
Blurb…Don’t piss off the furnace man.It might be a standing joke around the glass factory— he’ll mix you with the sand and burn you, leaving nothing left to discover—but Lindsey Earnshaw is about to find out the truth behind it.Placed there to spy on the place on behalf of the government, a warning message brings forth not only a dead body, but also the one man she’s never forgotten.Michael Hoult cannot believe his eyes, when his ex-wife turns out to be the receptionist on duty. Having to drug her in order to not blow his cover will not earn him her renewed submission, neither will whisking her away to the Death Isle.Duty first, though. It cost him his marriage all those years ago, but with Lindsey now working for the same side, can they not only catch a killer, but also rediscover each other?
A wee tease“Nice now, safe word or suck me off.” He waited as she gulped and hesitated. She swayed towards him and straightened. Many people didn’t involve sex in their play; he and Lindsey always had and that was how he wanted it to be now. However, he remembered oral was something she’d never been keen on and eventually said it was a soft limit. It had never changed and nor had she gone down on him more than a few times, and never ever swallowed his cum. Not something he’d ever encountered before or indeed after Lindsey. She’d tried and after gagging and throwing up, had said swallowing was a big fat red no-no. He’d accepted it, but had missed that special closeness only being jerked off by your partner could bring. But Lindsey was his lady, his sub, he had loved her—still did—and her pleasure came first.Perhaps it was unfair to throw her into this scenario so quickly, but he knew his pet. She could go round the houses for ever. He intended to show her he would not be fazed or upset by her limits whatever.“Pet, you need to tell me where you are in this. Safe word.” He rapped his demands out. “Now.”“Green to lick,” she said so softly he had to strain to hear. “I hope.” She took his cock in between her hands and delicately licked the head. His pre-cum leaked fast and furious and she drew back and looked at it.Typical. The one time I could do with it taking its time it comes like the clappers. “It’s fine,” she said with awe in her voice. “Green.” She took more of his length in her mouth and began to nibble and suck.He saw stars as the tug and pull became stronger. God almighty did she know the affect she was having on him? He was going to come if she didn’t slow down or pull back. “Pet, enough, I’m about to shoot.” Michael tugged her hair, hard enough to make her release him. Or so he hoped. “Lindsey. Pet, stop now.” Did he sound Dom-like enough? It was bloody hard when half of him would like no more than to fuck her mouth until he filled it with cum, and watched the excess run down her cheeks. But he didn’t truly want to. Not yet. Baby steps.His command evidently got to her because she moved her mouth from his with a gentle plop. The confusion and hurt in her eyes hit him. “Pet, baby steps,” he said softly as he helped her to her feet. “I would happily fill your mouth and fuck it. But, not today. We have so much more to explore and hopefully have a lifetime to do everything in.” Would she understand without him getting too graphic? “I want to fuck your sweet pussy. Fill you that way. Relearn how you sigh and how well our bodies mesh. Make you scream as you come. Shudder and shake for me. Show you how much I love you, have never stopped loving you, and want this to be our happy ever after.”Lindsey sighed and her eyes became misty. “Sir, My Michael, oh yes. I feel the same. You are mine. My lover, my friend and my Sir. I want it all as well.”“First then.” Michael paused, tugged off her cardigan and threw it onto the floor. That’s better. Now…” He unzipped her jeans so he could run one finger around her pantie leg. “Firstly, I want you naked so I can spank your sweet ass until it’s the rosy color of that cushion over there.” He slid her panties and jeans down her legs and helped her step out of them. “I want to see my hand print and know that outline shows you are mine. Arms up.” Her t-shirt followed the cardigan. “Stand still, just like that with your arms up. Don’t lower them.” Michael waited as she did as he demanded, grabbed her ass hard to keep her in place and lowered his lips to the lacy cups of her bra. And sucked hard.Lindsey bucked. “Oh grief oh my, oh hell…Oh god, Green bloody green.”He took that as a good sign, let go of her nipples and ignored her moan as he blew on each hard nub in turn. Deftly he unclipped her bra and flung it in the direction of the rest of her clothes. Now he wished he’d taken her to the playroom. He knew no one was playing in it and he had a cupboard full of delicious things he could use on her. All still new and in their packets. Here, he’d have to be innovative and make do.At least he had his hands. Michael unclenched his fingers and watched her pupils dilate as he smacked her ass a couple of times. “What color are clothes pegs?” he asked casually. “Specifically on your breasts, nipples and ass.”“Clo… Pegs?” Her voice rose to a high-pitched squeak. “Pegs on my…oh my…” She blinked. “Can you?” Michael smiled. “Oh yes. But maybe not yet?” She nodded. “Perhaps not. I need to rediscover pain, I reckon. Let’s say yellow.”“Then maybe we should start.” He pondered for a moment. “Here, I think.” He sat on the nearest chair and pulled her to lie over his lap, head to one side, legs to the other. “Color, pet?”He could visualize her rolling her eyes at him for being so insistent. However she answered him readily, and politely. “Green, Sir.”“Then, pet, count. Ten on each side and then I’m going to fuck your wet and willing pussy.”“Yes, Sir,” she said fervently. Michael laughed as he raised his hand. He hit her right buttock firmly and then rubbed away the sting as she gasped.“O…One.” “Good girl.” He repeated the actions on the other globe. By six on each side Lindsey was writhing and he opened his legs enough to reach between them and pinch her clit hard. “No coming or I’ll stop now.” “Eh?” She sounded dazed. “F…flip, no…no. Don’t stop.” “Then behave.” The Furnace Man by Kera Faire, Available from www.evernightpublishing.com/the-furnace-man-by-kera-fairehttps://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B06XWNH6X4/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1490761170&sr=1-1&keywords=kera+faire
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XWNH6X4/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1490761170&sr=1-1&keywords=kera+faire
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Happy reading
love Raven/KeraRomance on the dark side
www.ravenmcallan.com
Thanks so much for stopping by, Raven. :)
Hi all, Raven chatting.
It’s so lovely to be here, and talking about The Furnace Man, the latest book by Kera Faire, my dark side. I’m very lucky having two author sides of me, as I can indulge what I like doing best—creating stories with a happy ever after—in so many different ways. I just swap hats so to speak. It might not work for everyone, but it does for me.
This series, Dark Isle, is darker than my Raven stories. Mainly set around an island on Loch Lomond, in Scotland, The Furnace Man takes a bit of a new track, by starting in a glass works in Yorkshire. I just happened to go to the grand opening of a new furnace, and got chatting. The Furnace Man is the result.Of course we end up on Dark Isle…also known aptly as Death Isle, an island in Loch Lomond, which is handy as it is not that far from where I live. Good excuse to procrastinate and well, enjoy the scenery. A flask of coffee, a g-f biscuit or three and my lap top. Perfect. Well I hope so.
Blurb…Don’t piss off the furnace man.It might be a standing joke around the glass factory— he’ll mix you with the sand and burn you, leaving nothing left to discover—but Lindsey Earnshaw is about to find out the truth behind it.Placed there to spy on the place on behalf of the government, a warning message brings forth not only a dead body, but also the one man she’s never forgotten.Michael Hoult cannot believe his eyes, when his ex-wife turns out to be the receptionist on duty. Having to drug her in order to not blow his cover will not earn him her renewed submission, neither will whisking her away to the Death Isle.Duty first, though. It cost him his marriage all those years ago, but with Lindsey now working for the same side, can they not only catch a killer, but also rediscover each other?
A wee tease“Nice now, safe word or suck me off.” He waited as she gulped and hesitated. She swayed towards him and straightened. Many people didn’t involve sex in their play; he and Lindsey always had and that was how he wanted it to be now. However, he remembered oral was something she’d never been keen on and eventually said it was a soft limit. It had never changed and nor had she gone down on him more than a few times, and never ever swallowed his cum. Not something he’d ever encountered before or indeed after Lindsey. She’d tried and after gagging and throwing up, had said swallowing was a big fat red no-no. He’d accepted it, but had missed that special closeness only being jerked off by your partner could bring. But Lindsey was his lady, his sub, he had loved her—still did—and her pleasure came first.Perhaps it was unfair to throw her into this scenario so quickly, but he knew his pet. She could go round the houses for ever. He intended to show her he would not be fazed or upset by her limits whatever.“Pet, you need to tell me where you are in this. Safe word.” He rapped his demands out. “Now.”“Green to lick,” she said so softly he had to strain to hear. “I hope.” She took his cock in between her hands and delicately licked the head. His pre-cum leaked fast and furious and she drew back and looked at it.Typical. The one time I could do with it taking its time it comes like the clappers. “It’s fine,” she said with awe in her voice. “Green.” She took more of his length in her mouth and began to nibble and suck.He saw stars as the tug and pull became stronger. God almighty did she know the affect she was having on him? He was going to come if she didn’t slow down or pull back. “Pet, enough, I’m about to shoot.” Michael tugged her hair, hard enough to make her release him. Or so he hoped. “Lindsey. Pet, stop now.” Did he sound Dom-like enough? It was bloody hard when half of him would like no more than to fuck her mouth until he filled it with cum, and watched the excess run down her cheeks. But he didn’t truly want to. Not yet. Baby steps.His command evidently got to her because she moved her mouth from his with a gentle plop. The confusion and hurt in her eyes hit him. “Pet, baby steps,” he said softly as he helped her to her feet. “I would happily fill your mouth and fuck it. But, not today. We have so much more to explore and hopefully have a lifetime to do everything in.” Would she understand without him getting too graphic? “I want to fuck your sweet pussy. Fill you that way. Relearn how you sigh and how well our bodies mesh. Make you scream as you come. Shudder and shake for me. Show you how much I love you, have never stopped loving you, and want this to be our happy ever after.”Lindsey sighed and her eyes became misty. “Sir, My Michael, oh yes. I feel the same. You are mine. My lover, my friend and my Sir. I want it all as well.”“First then.” Michael paused, tugged off her cardigan and threw it onto the floor. That’s better. Now…” He unzipped her jeans so he could run one finger around her pantie leg. “Firstly, I want you naked so I can spank your sweet ass until it’s the rosy color of that cushion over there.” He slid her panties and jeans down her legs and helped her step out of them. “I want to see my hand print and know that outline shows you are mine. Arms up.” Her t-shirt followed the cardigan. “Stand still, just like that with your arms up. Don’t lower them.” Michael waited as she did as he demanded, grabbed her ass hard to keep her in place and lowered his lips to the lacy cups of her bra. And sucked hard.Lindsey bucked. “Oh grief oh my, oh hell…Oh god, Green bloody green.”He took that as a good sign, let go of her nipples and ignored her moan as he blew on each hard nub in turn. Deftly he unclipped her bra and flung it in the direction of the rest of her clothes. Now he wished he’d taken her to the playroom. He knew no one was playing in it and he had a cupboard full of delicious things he could use on her. All still new and in their packets. Here, he’d have to be innovative and make do.At least he had his hands. Michael unclenched his fingers and watched her pupils dilate as he smacked her ass a couple of times. “What color are clothes pegs?” he asked casually. “Specifically on your breasts, nipples and ass.”“Clo… Pegs?” Her voice rose to a high-pitched squeak. “Pegs on my…oh my…” She blinked. “Can you?” Michael smiled. “Oh yes. But maybe not yet?” She nodded. “Perhaps not. I need to rediscover pain, I reckon. Let’s say yellow.”“Then maybe we should start.” He pondered for a moment. “Here, I think.” He sat on the nearest chair and pulled her to lie over his lap, head to one side, legs to the other. “Color, pet?”He could visualize her rolling her eyes at him for being so insistent. However she answered him readily, and politely. “Green, Sir.”“Then, pet, count. Ten on each side and then I’m going to fuck your wet and willing pussy.”“Yes, Sir,” she said fervently. Michael laughed as he raised his hand. He hit her right buttock firmly and then rubbed away the sting as she gasped.“O…One.” “Good girl.” He repeated the actions on the other globe. By six on each side Lindsey was writhing and he opened his legs enough to reach between them and pinch her clit hard. “No coming or I’ll stop now.” “Eh?” She sounded dazed. “F…flip, no…no. Don’t stop.” “Then behave.” The Furnace Man by Kera Faire, Available from www.evernightpublishing.com/the-furnace-man-by-kera-fairehttps://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B06XWNH6X4/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1490761170&sr=1-1&keywords=kera+faire
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XWNH6X4/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1490761170&sr=1-1&keywords=kera+faire
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Happy reading
love Raven/KeraRomance on the dark side
www.ravenmcallan.com
Thanks so much for stopping by, Raven. :)
April 3, 2017
Coming to Evernight Publishing April 24th: OWNED BY THE ALPHA ANTHOLOGIES
Coming to Evernight Publishing April 24th: OWNED BY THE ALPHA ANTHOLOGIES
The Alpha lives for the hunt...
Driven by instinct, an Alpha shifter recognizes his fated mate from one scent, one touch. He'll pursue his woman, regardless of the cost, and anyone else would be smart to get out of his way. He won't stop until he takes possession of his prize.
Although the hunter doesn't need convincing, his mate certainly does. The Alpha will have to prove himself as a lover and convince his woman that he plays for keeps.
OWNED BY THE ALPHA
Scent of Destiny by Rose Wulf
Taken Mate by Sam Crescent
Finders Keepers by Stacey Espino
The Hunt by Doris O'Connor
Alpha at Altitude by Lily Harlem
Fated to the Razorback Demon by Maia Dylan
Running Home by Michelle Graham
Alpha's Sunshine by Elyzabeth M. VaLey
Checkmate by Wren Michaels
Frozen Heart by Beth D. Carter
Wolf Hunter by Elena Kincaid
Returning to the Coyote by Roberta Winchester
OWNED BY THE ALPHA: MANLOVE EDITION
A Tiger's Luck by Maia Dylan
Last Alpha Standing by James Cox
Mooncrest by Jules Dixon
His Guardian Panther by Elena Kincaid
The Scarf by L.J. Longo
A Matter of Trust by Pelaam
Conflict of Interest by L.D. Blakeley[image error]
The Alpha lives for the hunt...
Driven by instinct, an Alpha shifter recognizes his fated mate from one scent, one touch. He'll pursue his woman, regardless of the cost, and anyone else would be smart to get out of his way. He won't stop until he takes possession of his prize.
Although the hunter doesn't need convincing, his mate certainly does. The Alpha will have to prove himself as a lover and convince his woman that he plays for keeps.
OWNED BY THE ALPHA
Scent of Destiny by Rose Wulf
Taken Mate by Sam Crescent
Finders Keepers by Stacey Espino
The Hunt by Doris O'Connor
Alpha at Altitude by Lily Harlem
Fated to the Razorback Demon by Maia Dylan
Running Home by Michelle Graham
Alpha's Sunshine by Elyzabeth M. VaLey
Checkmate by Wren Michaels
Frozen Heart by Beth D. Carter
Wolf Hunter by Elena Kincaid
Returning to the Coyote by Roberta Winchester
OWNED BY THE ALPHA: MANLOVE EDITION
A Tiger's Luck by Maia Dylan
Last Alpha Standing by James Cox
Mooncrest by Jules Dixon
His Guardian Panther by Elena Kincaid
The Scarf by L.J. Longo
A Matter of Trust by Pelaam
Conflict of Interest by L.D. Blakeley[image error]
March 31, 2017
@AuthorMackenzie @evernightpub Guest Blogger Mackenzie Williams with Betrayal and Deception
Please welcome my guest blogger today Mackenzie Williams with Betrayal and Deception.
Betrayal and Deception [Slade, Inc. Book 3] by: Mackenzie Williams
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/betrayal-and-deception-by-mackenzie-williams/www.amazon.com/dp/B06XWJ7PM8/http://mackenziewilliams.weebly.com/
Blurb:
Morgan White is thrilled that her relationship with her boss, Connor Slade, is getting stronger outside of the office. However, she is still waiting to hear those three magic words: "I love you". Connor just can't bring himself to say them. At least, not yet.
Their lives get complicated when Connor is involved in an accident. While he's recovering, Morgan takes on the responsibility to entertain Connor's college buddy, Max, who is in town for a few days.
Connor soon learns that something happened between Max and Morgan. They each blame the other person, and Connor is torn between believing his old friend or his new girl. Why would either of them lie to him? Are they both betraying him? How will he learn the truth?
Adult Excerpt:
Connor's hand trembled against Morgan's back as he felt his climax building closer and closer. He loved watching her head bobbing up and down in his lap. Why was it such an attractive scene against his steering wheel?He groaned in a low tone as she slurped him toward the back of her mouth. If he didn't stop this soon, he was going to shoot his cum straight down her throat. Connor's breathing was ragged as he moved his hand to her shoulder."Morgan … Ms. White." He liked addressing her in a proper manner. It somehow made everything seem dirtier. What did that say about him? He didn't care.She hummed beautifully around his cock in a "what?" kind of way. Morgan didn't pull her mouth off him right away. She licked his dick a few more times, causing him to shiver. He gripped her shoulder a bit harsher and she finally brought her face off him.Morgan gave him an innocent smile which had his cock twitching. "Yes?"Connor flexed his hands. He was overly anxious to get inside her, but he felt as if he needed to slow down or else it would be too rough. In this cold, sterile environment, he needed to be a bit softer. When he took her home later, on his soft bed, he would take her as rough as he wanted to.He leaned in swiftly and kissed her. Her lips and surrounding face were wet from his blowjob. Connor kissed her hard and fast. Morgan whimpered into him as he reached up to her tits. He massaged one as he worked his lips over hers.When he finally leaned back from her, he didn't speak. Connor reached for his car door and opened it forcefully. It almost got away from him as he hastily climbed out. Morgan gasped in the car. Didn't think I was serious, huh?He shifted his slacks, hiding his stiff dick as he walked around the back of his Lexus. When he reached her door, Morgan was staring up at him with her pretty mouth popped open. A smirk lifted his lips. Mine. You believe that now, Morgan?He opened her door and she didn't move. "I wasn't kidding, Morgan."She stuttered his name and Connor tensed his arms. He wanted her badly. He took a deep breath before reaching in and grabbing her hand. She only resisted for a second before climbing out of the car."Connor … I mean, Mr. Slade … I…"He pulled her close to his body as he flung her car door shut. Connor gripped her by the hips and pressed her back against the car. He moved one hand up to hold the back of her neck as he kissed her again. This kiss was slower but more passionate as he slipped his tongue into her warm mouth.His thumb stroked her cheek as the kiss slowed. That "love" word seemed closer to the surface than normal. Connor pulled back from her and Morgan's mesmerizing brown eyes fluttered open. She sighed and Connor felt his chest tighten. He just didn't know if it tightened in a good or bad way."Come on." He stepped back, grabbing her hand.She stutter-stepped after him. "Wait. Here?""Yes. I already told you that. Stop questioning it."She squeezed his hand harder as they rounded the front of the car. The headlights momentarily lit up their legs. His car door was still open and Connor came to a stop just in front of it. He turned Morgan around to face the hood and quickly grabbed her ass.She yelped. "Connor! Aren't there security cameras down here?"He slowly lifted her skirt. "Yes. Why do you think we are behind this door? I know where they can and can't see." He raised an eyebrow playfully.
Thanks so much for stopping by, Mackenzie. :)
Betrayal and Deception [Slade, Inc. Book 3] by: Mackenzie Williams
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/betrayal-and-deception-by-mackenzie-williams/www.amazon.com/dp/B06XWJ7PM8/http://mackenziewilliams.weebly.com/
Blurb:
Morgan White is thrilled that her relationship with her boss, Connor Slade, is getting stronger outside of the office. However, she is still waiting to hear those three magic words: "I love you". Connor just can't bring himself to say them. At least, not yet.
Their lives get complicated when Connor is involved in an accident. While he's recovering, Morgan takes on the responsibility to entertain Connor's college buddy, Max, who is in town for a few days.
Connor soon learns that something happened between Max and Morgan. They each blame the other person, and Connor is torn between believing his old friend or his new girl. Why would either of them lie to him? Are they both betraying him? How will he learn the truth?
Adult Excerpt:
Connor's hand trembled against Morgan's back as he felt his climax building closer and closer. He loved watching her head bobbing up and down in his lap. Why was it such an attractive scene against his steering wheel?He groaned in a low tone as she slurped him toward the back of her mouth. If he didn't stop this soon, he was going to shoot his cum straight down her throat. Connor's breathing was ragged as he moved his hand to her shoulder."Morgan … Ms. White." He liked addressing her in a proper manner. It somehow made everything seem dirtier. What did that say about him? He didn't care.She hummed beautifully around his cock in a "what?" kind of way. Morgan didn't pull her mouth off him right away. She licked his dick a few more times, causing him to shiver. He gripped her shoulder a bit harsher and she finally brought her face off him.Morgan gave him an innocent smile which had his cock twitching. "Yes?"Connor flexed his hands. He was overly anxious to get inside her, but he felt as if he needed to slow down or else it would be too rough. In this cold, sterile environment, he needed to be a bit softer. When he took her home later, on his soft bed, he would take her as rough as he wanted to.He leaned in swiftly and kissed her. Her lips and surrounding face were wet from his blowjob. Connor kissed her hard and fast. Morgan whimpered into him as he reached up to her tits. He massaged one as he worked his lips over hers.When he finally leaned back from her, he didn't speak. Connor reached for his car door and opened it forcefully. It almost got away from him as he hastily climbed out. Morgan gasped in the car. Didn't think I was serious, huh?He shifted his slacks, hiding his stiff dick as he walked around the back of his Lexus. When he reached her door, Morgan was staring up at him with her pretty mouth popped open. A smirk lifted his lips. Mine. You believe that now, Morgan?He opened her door and she didn't move. "I wasn't kidding, Morgan."She stuttered his name and Connor tensed his arms. He wanted her badly. He took a deep breath before reaching in and grabbing her hand. She only resisted for a second before climbing out of the car."Connor … I mean, Mr. Slade … I…"He pulled her close to his body as he flung her car door shut. Connor gripped her by the hips and pressed her back against the car. He moved one hand up to hold the back of her neck as he kissed her again. This kiss was slower but more passionate as he slipped his tongue into her warm mouth.His thumb stroked her cheek as the kiss slowed. That "love" word seemed closer to the surface than normal. Connor pulled back from her and Morgan's mesmerizing brown eyes fluttered open. She sighed and Connor felt his chest tighten. He just didn't know if it tightened in a good or bad way."Come on." He stepped back, grabbing her hand.She stutter-stepped after him. "Wait. Here?""Yes. I already told you that. Stop questioning it."She squeezed his hand harder as they rounded the front of the car. The headlights momentarily lit up their legs. His car door was still open and Connor came to a stop just in front of it. He turned Morgan around to face the hood and quickly grabbed her ass.She yelped. "Connor! Aren't there security cameras down here?"He slowly lifted her skirt. "Yes. Why do you think we are behind this door? I know where they can and can't see." He raised an eyebrow playfully.
Thanks so much for stopping by, Mackenzie. :) March 29, 2017
@LeaBronsen @evernightpub Blogger Lea Bronsen with Fiery
Please welcome my guest blogger Lea Bronsen with Fiery.
Hi, and thank you for hosting my new dark romantic suspense!Fiery 10-16 is a scorching firefighter story of desire, abuse, and bravery.
Runo Wiggins is a scarred man, the wounds etched into his psyche deeper than those on his skin. But he loves his job: fighting fires helps reenact his survival of a house fire as a teen, one that killed his mother and brutal stepfather.Dawn Caravello is married to a psychotic drunk. She can take his beatings as long as he doesn't touch their children, and she'll do anything to put food on the table, even if it means stealing from the town hero.When Runo meets the fiery Dawn, sparks fly. But he suspects she is victim of the same abuse as his mother was. As day turns to night, the past and the present blend in an exhausting, nerve-wrecking chase to prevent another death.
Links:Amazon.com / Amazon.uk / PaperbackAdd the book to your Goodreads list!
About Lea Bronsen:
I like my reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strive to give my own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with my debut novel Wild Hearted, I divide my writing time between psychological thriller, romantic suspense, and erotic dark/contemporary romance.I love to hear from my readers! Write to leabronsen@yahoo.com or meet me on:Website / Blog / Facebook / Twitter / Amazon / Pinterest
Thanks so much for stopping by, Lea. :)
Hi, and thank you for hosting my new dark romantic suspense!Fiery 10-16 is a scorching firefighter story of desire, abuse, and bravery.
Runo Wiggins is a scarred man, the wounds etched into his psyche deeper than those on his skin. But he loves his job: fighting fires helps reenact his survival of a house fire as a teen, one that killed his mother and brutal stepfather.Dawn Caravello is married to a psychotic drunk. She can take his beatings as long as he doesn't touch their children, and she'll do anything to put food on the table, even if it means stealing from the town hero.When Runo meets the fiery Dawn, sparks fly. But he suspects she is victim of the same abuse as his mother was. As day turns to night, the past and the present blend in an exhausting, nerve-wrecking chase to prevent another death.
Links:Amazon.com / Amazon.uk / PaperbackAdd the book to your Goodreads list!
About Lea Bronsen:
I like my reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strive to give my own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with my debut novel Wild Hearted, I divide my writing time between psychological thriller, romantic suspense, and erotic dark/contemporary romance.I love to hear from my readers! Write to leabronsen@yahoo.com or meet me on:Website / Blog / Facebook / Twitter / Amazon / PinterestThanks so much for stopping by, Lea. :)
March 26, 2017
@ElyzabethVaLey @Evernightpub Guest Blogger Elyzabeth M. Valey with Seamus's Mate
Please welcome my Guest Blogger Elyzabeth M. Valey with Seamus's Mate.
Alpha Protectors, 2
Kaila is His. His Mate. Forever.
When Seamus discovers Kaila is in danger he sets out to save her. He couldn’t care less that she doesn’t want him there. His objective in life is to love and protect her. Besides, she might refuse to be with him, but her body knows better. With both their lives on the line, she can’t say no to his aid, can she?
For years, she has ignored her feelings. Kaila’s mission was supposed to be easy: enter the demon’s lair and save her sister. Then, he came along. For close to twenty years she has been fighting against the mating pull. She has avoided Seamus at all costs, but now they’re both trapped in hell and she has nowhere to run, except, maybe, into his arms.
Available at:
Evernight Publishing
Amazon.com
Amazon.uk
Bookstrand
and more!
Excerpt: “Wait up, Kaila.”
She didn’t acknowledge him, and he rushed to catch up with her. He grasped her wrist, spinning her around with force.
“Didn’t you hear me?” he asked.
Kaila’s gaze narrowed. Her lips pursed into an ugly grimace.
“Let go of me, Seamus. Why don’t you let this weak human die already?” She poked him in the chest with her index finger. “I didn’t ask for your help.”
Seamus scrubbed a hand over his face. “What is wrong with you? You’re not making any sense. I know you didn’t ask for my help. I gave it freely, but you aren’t going to deny that we are different, are you?”
“Fuck you.”
Blinding rage took over him. Seamus dug his fingers into her arm. He was tired of all this nonsense. He pulled her closer. Her arm shot out to keep him away, but not fast enough. He swooped down and claimed her lips. She gasped, and he seized the chance to push his tongue into her warm recess. He groaned. She tasted better than he remembered. For a brief moment, she grappled with him, attempting to break lose, but he grabbed her arms with ease and held them behind her back.
He twisted his tongue around hers, drawing it out from its reluctance and forcing it to battle with his. Something in his chest tightened as she responded. Yes. He sucked and tugged and demanded more. She gave it to him. Her body arched against his, her mouth seeking his with almost as much desperation as he possessed. His hold on her slackened.
He wanted to touch her everywhere. To press his lips to her body and taste every inch of her. His hand trailed to the curve of her ass, then to her waist. Then, bang! Her knee slammed against his leg. He released her, cursing. He’d probably be incapacitated for life if she’d hit her mark.
“Fuck you, Seamus.”
“Whenever you want, babe. I know you’ve got the hots for me, even if you just tried to castrate me and failed miserably.” He laughed.
Kaila spun and walked away from him again. She was probably not trying to be sultry, but her hips swayed in that way that drove a man to stare. She lifted her arm and gave him the finger. He grinned. She was pissed and sexy. He loved it.
Seamus took in a shaky breath. Watching her back on her feet, her spirit alive and surging, was soothing. He rubbed at the spot where she’d kneed him. It hurt, but it was proof that she was herself again, not lying in a puddle of blood, shredded to pieces by a monster. He glanced at the Dream Catcher’s skeleton out of the corner of his eye. He hadn’t told Kaila the details of what he’d suffered inside the beast. The images of her dead body, broken, destroyed. He didn’t wish his worst enemy a fate like that.
He stretched his wings and snapped them back into place. Even they ached. He adjusted his now-flaccid cock and shuddered. He hurried after Kaila. The place appeared deserted. There were no scones in the wall giving off light. Instead, the walls themselves seemed to pulse with energy. They glowed from the inside as if behind them a relentless flame burned. He frowned. He extended his arm and placed his pinkie on the rock. It burned.
“Damn it.” He put the digit in his mouth, hoping to sooth the sting. “Don’t touch the walls, babe. They’re hot.”
Kaila didn’t reply, but she moved a little closer to the center of the path.
About Elyzabeth M. VaLey
Elyzabeth M. VaLey is a writer of sizzling, sexy romance who firmly believes in happy ever after. From paranormal to contemporary, fantasy, or historical, she enjoys exploring her characters' darker side and writing stories about tortured heroes, strong heroines, and all that comes between them and their love.
When she's not writing, she can be found walking in the Spanish countryside with her black Lab, exploring castles, or enjoying some tapas with her friends.
Follow her at:
Blog
Website
Facebook
Twitter
Instagram (@elyzabethm.valey)
Goodreads
Pinterest (Seamus’s Mate has its own inspiration board)
Amazon
Thanks so much for stopping by, Elyzabeth. :)
Alpha Protectors, 2Kaila is His. His Mate. Forever.
When Seamus discovers Kaila is in danger he sets out to save her. He couldn’t care less that she doesn’t want him there. His objective in life is to love and protect her. Besides, she might refuse to be with him, but her body knows better. With both their lives on the line, she can’t say no to his aid, can she?
For years, she has ignored her feelings. Kaila’s mission was supposed to be easy: enter the demon’s lair and save her sister. Then, he came along. For close to twenty years she has been fighting against the mating pull. She has avoided Seamus at all costs, but now they’re both trapped in hell and she has nowhere to run, except, maybe, into his arms.
Available at:
Evernight Publishing
Amazon.com
Amazon.uk
Bookstrand
and more!
Excerpt: “Wait up, Kaila.”
She didn’t acknowledge him, and he rushed to catch up with her. He grasped her wrist, spinning her around with force.
“Didn’t you hear me?” he asked.
Kaila’s gaze narrowed. Her lips pursed into an ugly grimace.
“Let go of me, Seamus. Why don’t you let this weak human die already?” She poked him in the chest with her index finger. “I didn’t ask for your help.”
Seamus scrubbed a hand over his face. “What is wrong with you? You’re not making any sense. I know you didn’t ask for my help. I gave it freely, but you aren’t going to deny that we are different, are you?”
“Fuck you.”
Blinding rage took over him. Seamus dug his fingers into her arm. He was tired of all this nonsense. He pulled her closer. Her arm shot out to keep him away, but not fast enough. He swooped down and claimed her lips. She gasped, and he seized the chance to push his tongue into her warm recess. He groaned. She tasted better than he remembered. For a brief moment, she grappled with him, attempting to break lose, but he grabbed her arms with ease and held them behind her back.
He twisted his tongue around hers, drawing it out from its reluctance and forcing it to battle with his. Something in his chest tightened as she responded. Yes. He sucked and tugged and demanded more. She gave it to him. Her body arched against his, her mouth seeking his with almost as much desperation as he possessed. His hold on her slackened.
He wanted to touch her everywhere. To press his lips to her body and taste every inch of her. His hand trailed to the curve of her ass, then to her waist. Then, bang! Her knee slammed against his leg. He released her, cursing. He’d probably be incapacitated for life if she’d hit her mark.
“Fuck you, Seamus.”
“Whenever you want, babe. I know you’ve got the hots for me, even if you just tried to castrate me and failed miserably.” He laughed.
Kaila spun and walked away from him again. She was probably not trying to be sultry, but her hips swayed in that way that drove a man to stare. She lifted her arm and gave him the finger. He grinned. She was pissed and sexy. He loved it.
Seamus took in a shaky breath. Watching her back on her feet, her spirit alive and surging, was soothing. He rubbed at the spot where she’d kneed him. It hurt, but it was proof that she was herself again, not lying in a puddle of blood, shredded to pieces by a monster. He glanced at the Dream Catcher’s skeleton out of the corner of his eye. He hadn’t told Kaila the details of what he’d suffered inside the beast. The images of her dead body, broken, destroyed. He didn’t wish his worst enemy a fate like that.
He stretched his wings and snapped them back into place. Even they ached. He adjusted his now-flaccid cock and shuddered. He hurried after Kaila. The place appeared deserted. There were no scones in the wall giving off light. Instead, the walls themselves seemed to pulse with energy. They glowed from the inside as if behind them a relentless flame burned. He frowned. He extended his arm and placed his pinkie on the rock. It burned.
“Damn it.” He put the digit in his mouth, hoping to sooth the sting. “Don’t touch the walls, babe. They’re hot.”
Kaila didn’t reply, but she moved a little closer to the center of the path.
About Elyzabeth M. VaLey
Elyzabeth M. VaLey is a writer of sizzling, sexy romance who firmly believes in happy ever after. From paranormal to contemporary, fantasy, or historical, she enjoys exploring her characters' darker side and writing stories about tortured heroes, strong heroines, and all that comes between them and their love.
When she's not writing, she can be found walking in the Spanish countryside with her black Lab, exploring castles, or enjoying some tapas with her friends.
Follow her at:
Blog
Website
Instagram (@elyzabethm.valey)
Goodreads
Pinterest (Seamus’s Mate has its own inspiration board)
Amazon
Thanks so much for stopping by, Elyzabeth. :)
March 23, 2017
@JJKing_Author Guest Blogger JJ King with Epic Love
Please welcome my guest blogger JJ King with Epic Love.
Epic Love ~ Masterclass Book I by JJ KingThe first Romance on the go in a series of four called Masterclass. Sexy professors make all the difference when it’s time to learn!
Zoey Matthews’ life is finally back on track after years of pretending to be the perfect suburban wife. She’s doing what she wants now, and has returned to her alma mater to complete a Masters in English literature. Despite trying, she doesn’t quite fit in with her classmates, which is why she’s so excited when her friend Rachel, a professor in the department, introduces her to some of her co-workers.
Dr. Sebastian Lane makes Zoey’s knees go weak the moment she sees him. After years of being lonely, she’s finally found someone who makes her body come to life, so when the sparks fly, she follows where they lead.
Will they lead her on a mysterious adventure or straight into his arms?
WARNING: XXX EXCERPTBash reached out a hand and laced his fingers with hers, pulling her in until the length of her body pressed against his. The nervous anticipation she’d had earlier when she’d thought about being alone with him returned ten-fold. Her heart raced, pumping heated blood through her limbs, lighting her nerves on fire. She folded into him, staring up at him through a haze of lust. All signs of excitement faded from Bash’s face, replaced by an instant awareness. His mouth slipped open as he gasped in a breath, drawing Zoey’s attention to his beautiful lips. They were so tempting, firm yet soft, and she knew they were delicious. The tiny taste she’d gotten in the cab now seemed a tease, a promise of more. She raised up on her tip toes and reached for his neck with trembling hands. Bash met her halfway, scooping her into his arms. He twisted and pressed her against the wall just next to the obscure opening they’d discovered together. She gasped in desire when his big hands delved into her hair, tugging at the roots, as his lips crushed against hers. He tasted different this time, like the red wine they’d sipped downstairs. But, underneath, was the real flavor, his unique taste, and it drove Zoey wild. She licked out her tongue, lapping at him, wanting to taste all of him, wondering what his body would taste like. The fine hairs all over Zoey’s body stood on end, straining to be touched. Zoey ground her hips against Bash’s abdomen, urging him on, needing so much more than he was giving at the moment. His response was to tug her hair even harder, to the side, and settle his teeth and lips on her neck. The feel of his tongue as it slid over the tiny hurt he’d inflicted with his teeth made Zoey cry out. She’d never been a vocal lover, had never been swept away like her favorite heroines in the books she loved to read. Even before Hayden, she’d enjoyed sex, but it hadn’t been mind-blowing or awe-inspiring. This, though, this time would be different. Bash was different. His torso held her in place as his hands left her hair and began to explore her body. Up and down her length he traveled, touching softly then pulling and grabbing with intent. He moved so quickly, touched so much, that she never had a moment to acclimatize. Zoey’s nerves danced, exploding all over, driving her into a frenzy. She writhed against the wall, clutching at his neck and shoulders, clawing her nails into his skin in desperation. Bash growled deep in his throat and grabbed her around the waist, lowering her to the floor. Zoey’s legs wobbled as her knees threatened to give way. She sucked in deep gasps of oxygen, trying to understand why Bash had stepped away from her. He crossed the room quickly, his gait a little crooked, and slammed the door to the storage room shut, deftly locking the door. “I don’t want any interruptions,” he rasped. Zoey’s heart soared and she ran to him, throwing herself into his open arms and sealing her lips to his. His tongue flicked out to taste her and she bit down on it, then sucked it into her mouth. His arms came around her body and lifted her and then she was being walked backward while he licked and sucked her lips. She yelped and dissolved into giggles when she flew through the air and landed on a couch covered with a white sheet. Bash’s long body covered her in an instant and his lips returned to hers. His clever hands danced over her clothes, moving down over her hips to the hem of her dress. Zoey threw back her head, encouraging him to move to her neck, one of her favorite erogenous zones, and then sighed in abject pleasure when he licked from her jaw to her clavicle. His teeth grazed the bone there, then moved to her shoulder, making every part of her brain melt. Only one thought remained, that she needed to touch him. Zoey reached for his sweater and started tugging it over his head. Bash paused from his goal for a moment to tear the offending piece of clothing off his body then tossed it to the floor. She froze. Her entire awareness narrowed and all she could see or hear or know was Bash’s chest. His shoulders were wider than she’d ever seen on a man in real life, then he cut down at an angle to a waist that was…she swallowed hard and reached out tentatively, stroking her fingertips over the indentations his heaving muscles made. Her mouth watered. A second later, Bash’s fingers grasped the top of her tights, along with her panties, and pulled them roughly down her legs. They stopped abruptly on her shoes and he cursed, then pulled her heels from her feet and shucked her tights, leaving her naked from the waist down and completely ready. They locked eyes, neither moving as they each breathed raggedly. Bash’s eyes questioned her, asked for permission, as his hand hovered above her junction, waiting to dip into her hot sex. Zoey looked up at him through half-closed eyes, feeling more desirable than she ever had, and nodded. She opened her legs to accept him. His eyes stayed on hers as he slipped a finger into her folds and slid against the bundle of nerves there. The sensation was so intense that she mewled and thrust her hips up, begging for more. With a dead sexy grin, Bash let his digits move lower, finding the opening to her body, and thrust inside.
Links to buy Epic Love
Evernight – http://www.evernightpublishing.com/ep... US - https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XS52VKGAmazon CA - https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B06XS52VKG
Finding the right words by JJ King is on sale for .99¢!
Evernight - http://www.evernightpublishing.com/fi... US - https://www.amazon.com/Finding-Right-Words-Rocky-Romance-ebook/dp/B01N2RQA1XAmazon CA - https://www.amazon.ca/Finding-Right-W...
Author biography
I love writing and reading and eating sushi with friends. A world devoid of my girls is a barren place. My heart lives in my son and with my family, and I love life, and cats, and wine. I write contemporary and paranormal romance, and I love chatting with readers, so check out the links below and swing by for a chat.
Get social with JJ King!
Evernight Author page: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/jj... www.jjking.caFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorjjkingTwitter: @JJKing_AuthorInstagram: @jjking_author
Thanks so much for stopping by, JJ. :)
Epic Love ~ Masterclass Book I by JJ KingThe first Romance on the go in a series of four called Masterclass. Sexy professors make all the difference when it’s time to learn!
Zoey Matthews’ life is finally back on track after years of pretending to be the perfect suburban wife. She’s doing what she wants now, and has returned to her alma mater to complete a Masters in English literature. Despite trying, she doesn’t quite fit in with her classmates, which is why she’s so excited when her friend Rachel, a professor in the department, introduces her to some of her co-workers.
Dr. Sebastian Lane makes Zoey’s knees go weak the moment she sees him. After years of being lonely, she’s finally found someone who makes her body come to life, so when the sparks fly, she follows where they lead.
Will they lead her on a mysterious adventure or straight into his arms?
WARNING: XXX EXCERPTBash reached out a hand and laced his fingers with hers, pulling her in until the length of her body pressed against his. The nervous anticipation she’d had earlier when she’d thought about being alone with him returned ten-fold. Her heart raced, pumping heated blood through her limbs, lighting her nerves on fire. She folded into him, staring up at him through a haze of lust. All signs of excitement faded from Bash’s face, replaced by an instant awareness. His mouth slipped open as he gasped in a breath, drawing Zoey’s attention to his beautiful lips. They were so tempting, firm yet soft, and she knew they were delicious. The tiny taste she’d gotten in the cab now seemed a tease, a promise of more. She raised up on her tip toes and reached for his neck with trembling hands. Bash met her halfway, scooping her into his arms. He twisted and pressed her against the wall just next to the obscure opening they’d discovered together. She gasped in desire when his big hands delved into her hair, tugging at the roots, as his lips crushed against hers. He tasted different this time, like the red wine they’d sipped downstairs. But, underneath, was the real flavor, his unique taste, and it drove Zoey wild. She licked out her tongue, lapping at him, wanting to taste all of him, wondering what his body would taste like. The fine hairs all over Zoey’s body stood on end, straining to be touched. Zoey ground her hips against Bash’s abdomen, urging him on, needing so much more than he was giving at the moment. His response was to tug her hair even harder, to the side, and settle his teeth and lips on her neck. The feel of his tongue as it slid over the tiny hurt he’d inflicted with his teeth made Zoey cry out. She’d never been a vocal lover, had never been swept away like her favorite heroines in the books she loved to read. Even before Hayden, she’d enjoyed sex, but it hadn’t been mind-blowing or awe-inspiring. This, though, this time would be different. Bash was different. His torso held her in place as his hands left her hair and began to explore her body. Up and down her length he traveled, touching softly then pulling and grabbing with intent. He moved so quickly, touched so much, that she never had a moment to acclimatize. Zoey’s nerves danced, exploding all over, driving her into a frenzy. She writhed against the wall, clutching at his neck and shoulders, clawing her nails into his skin in desperation. Bash growled deep in his throat and grabbed her around the waist, lowering her to the floor. Zoey’s legs wobbled as her knees threatened to give way. She sucked in deep gasps of oxygen, trying to understand why Bash had stepped away from her. He crossed the room quickly, his gait a little crooked, and slammed the door to the storage room shut, deftly locking the door. “I don’t want any interruptions,” he rasped. Zoey’s heart soared and she ran to him, throwing herself into his open arms and sealing her lips to his. His tongue flicked out to taste her and she bit down on it, then sucked it into her mouth. His arms came around her body and lifted her and then she was being walked backward while he licked and sucked her lips. She yelped and dissolved into giggles when she flew through the air and landed on a couch covered with a white sheet. Bash’s long body covered her in an instant and his lips returned to hers. His clever hands danced over her clothes, moving down over her hips to the hem of her dress. Zoey threw back her head, encouraging him to move to her neck, one of her favorite erogenous zones, and then sighed in abject pleasure when he licked from her jaw to her clavicle. His teeth grazed the bone there, then moved to her shoulder, making every part of her brain melt. Only one thought remained, that she needed to touch him. Zoey reached for his sweater and started tugging it over his head. Bash paused from his goal for a moment to tear the offending piece of clothing off his body then tossed it to the floor. She froze. Her entire awareness narrowed and all she could see or hear or know was Bash’s chest. His shoulders were wider than she’d ever seen on a man in real life, then he cut down at an angle to a waist that was…she swallowed hard and reached out tentatively, stroking her fingertips over the indentations his heaving muscles made. Her mouth watered. A second later, Bash’s fingers grasped the top of her tights, along with her panties, and pulled them roughly down her legs. They stopped abruptly on her shoes and he cursed, then pulled her heels from her feet and shucked her tights, leaving her naked from the waist down and completely ready. They locked eyes, neither moving as they each breathed raggedly. Bash’s eyes questioned her, asked for permission, as his hand hovered above her junction, waiting to dip into her hot sex. Zoey looked up at him through half-closed eyes, feeling more desirable than she ever had, and nodded. She opened her legs to accept him. His eyes stayed on hers as he slipped a finger into her folds and slid against the bundle of nerves there. The sensation was so intense that she mewled and thrust her hips up, begging for more. With a dead sexy grin, Bash let his digits move lower, finding the opening to her body, and thrust inside.
Links to buy Epic Love
Evernight – http://www.evernightpublishing.com/ep... US - https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XS52VKGAmazon CA - https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B06XS52VKG
Finding the right words by JJ King is on sale for .99¢!
Evernight - http://www.evernightpublishing.com/fi... US - https://www.amazon.com/Finding-Right-Words-Rocky-Romance-ebook/dp/B01N2RQA1XAmazon CA - https://www.amazon.ca/Finding-Right-W...
Author biography
I love writing and reading and eating sushi with friends. A world devoid of my girls is a barren place. My heart lives in my son and with my family, and I love life, and cats, and wine. I write contemporary and paranormal romance, and I love chatting with readers, so check out the links below and swing by for a chat.
Get social with JJ King!
Evernight Author page: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/jj... www.jjking.caFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorjjkingTwitter: @JJKing_AuthorInstagram: @jjking_author
Thanks so much for stopping by, JJ. :)
March 21, 2017
@Lydia_Michaels @AllysonYoung45 Lydia Michaels and Allyson Young with Lost Together
Please Welcome my guest bloggers Lydia Michaels and Allyson Young with Lost Together.
Lost Together(#DOS Part Two)Release Date: March 21, 2017
The second novel in the emotionally compelling trilogy, Degrees of Separationâthree lost souls determined to find balance againâ¦
December has vanished. Rejected by her troubled husband, Austin, and pushed, at his insistence, into the arms of his best friend, Cord, sheâs uncertain what the future holds. She loves her husband, regardless of his addiction, but she also loves his best friend. At odds with everything she believed to be her traditional reality, she flees the only home sheâs ever known.Heartbroken, Cord does the right thing and confronts his reluctant betrayal of Austin after losing the woman they both love. He takes charge, dragging Austin back from the edge of oblivion, only to find himself plunged deeper into a life of heartache.On a path to redemption, Austin must not only confront personal truths, but consider the sacrifices necessary to save his marriage and his friendship with Cord.An unexpected reunion and exposed secrets will either derail or establish their future as one.WARNING: This book contains subject matter suitable for mature reading audiences. Some content may be offensive to sensitive readers. Degrees of Separation is a MMF ménage trilogy with many emotionally graphic encounters and challenging situations that break the rules of traditional romance.
Excerpt:
The second she was gone the asshole in the room spoke up. âYouâre wasting your time fighting it.âHis fork clattered to his plate. âWhat the fuck is wrong with you? Stop shoving me at your wife!âAustin stared past Cord, his face filling with concern.Shit. Ember stood in the doorway, eyes wide, frozen in place, clutching a white frosted cake heaped with strawberries.
Goddamn Austin and his stupid ideas. âEmberâââIâ¦I forgot the knife.â She quickly placed the dishes on the table, her steps faltering, and fled to the kitchen.âGreat,â Cord snapped, bunching up his napkin and tossing it on the table. âEnjoy your fucking cake. Iâm out of here.âAustin opened his big mouth, but Cord was done talking to him. Reasoning with Austin was like trying to discuss physics with a chimp. âShut it, Austin.âHe detoured to the kitchen, unable to take his rage out on her. âEmber, I didnât meanâââItâs okay.â Her fingers twisted into a dishcloth and then she dashed away a tear.Fuck. Tears. Not tears! His concern shifted into panic. âItâs not okay. I donât know what Austin told youâââI know what heâs up to. I told him not to do this.âShe fucking knew her husband was messing with him? It didnât make any sense. âWhy is he doing this?â
Now she shrugged. âHeâs Austin. Once he gets something in his headâ¦âCord rubbed his palm over his face and squeezed. âWhat does he expect to gain from this? Heâs just making an uncomfortable situation worse.ââHeâs trying to fix it. He doesnât understand, because he wasnât there. He thinks if we put everything out in the open the guilt will go away. He thinks itâs best to deal with it.ââDeal with it how?â He wasnât a fucking puppet Austin could place in whatever position he wanted.âI donât know. I barely understand what Iâm feeling right now. I canât pretend to understand what heâs going through. Or you, for that matter.âAll thoughts of her husband vanished as he focused on the âfâ word, for his sins. âWhat are you feeling?âHer face tightened and her hand pressed into her chest, her eyes betraying her show of bravado. âHere. It hurts. I donât know how to make it stop, Cord.ââHurts how?â He took a slow step closer, keeping his voice low.Eyes pleading, she looked up at him, her mouth tight with worry. âWhen Iâm near you, my heart beats so fast Iâm afraid itâll explode. But I know I canât⦠I canât express whatâs inside of me. Then this unbearable ache takes hold. It justâ¦hurts.â
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Author Bios:
Lydia MichaelsLydia Michaels is the award winning author of 30 romance novels. Her novels from the darkly compelling Surrender Trilogy were iBooks Bestsellers and her work has been featured in USA Today. In 2015 she was the winner of The Best of Bucks Award and she has been nominated as Best Author in the Happenings Magazine two years running [2015 & 2016]. She is a four time nominee for the prestigious RONE Award. Her books are intellectual, emotional, haunting, always centered around love.
Allyson YoungAllyson lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada with her husband of many years and numerous pets. She has written for many years and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one. A bestselling Amazon author, she has now published three series and several stand alones in contemporary, sci fi, fantasy and suspense genres. Allyson will write until whatever is inside is satisfied, until the heroes man up and the heroines get what they deserves. Love isnât always sweet, and Allyson favours the darker side of romance.
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Lost Together(#DOS Part Two)Release Date: March 21, 2017
The second novel in the emotionally compelling trilogy, Degrees of Separationâthree lost souls determined to find balance againâ¦
December has vanished. Rejected by her troubled husband, Austin, and pushed, at his insistence, into the arms of his best friend, Cord, sheâs uncertain what the future holds. She loves her husband, regardless of his addiction, but she also loves his best friend. At odds with everything she believed to be her traditional reality, she flees the only home sheâs ever known.Heartbroken, Cord does the right thing and confronts his reluctant betrayal of Austin after losing the woman they both love. He takes charge, dragging Austin back from the edge of oblivion, only to find himself plunged deeper into a life of heartache.On a path to redemption, Austin must not only confront personal truths, but consider the sacrifices necessary to save his marriage and his friendship with Cord.An unexpected reunion and exposed secrets will either derail or establish their future as one.WARNING: This book contains subject matter suitable for mature reading audiences. Some content may be offensive to sensitive readers. Degrees of Separation is a MMF ménage trilogy with many emotionally graphic encounters and challenging situations that break the rules of traditional romance.
Excerpt:
The second she was gone the asshole in the room spoke up. âYouâre wasting your time fighting it.âHis fork clattered to his plate. âWhat the fuck is wrong with you? Stop shoving me at your wife!âAustin stared past Cord, his face filling with concern.Shit. Ember stood in the doorway, eyes wide, frozen in place, clutching a white frosted cake heaped with strawberries.Goddamn Austin and his stupid ideas. âEmberâââIâ¦I forgot the knife.â She quickly placed the dishes on the table, her steps faltering, and fled to the kitchen.âGreat,â Cord snapped, bunching up his napkin and tossing it on the table. âEnjoy your fucking cake. Iâm out of here.âAustin opened his big mouth, but Cord was done talking to him. Reasoning with Austin was like trying to discuss physics with a chimp. âShut it, Austin.âHe detoured to the kitchen, unable to take his rage out on her. âEmber, I didnât meanâââItâs okay.â Her fingers twisted into a dishcloth and then she dashed away a tear.Fuck. Tears. Not tears! His concern shifted into panic. âItâs not okay. I donât know what Austin told youâââI know what heâs up to. I told him not to do this.âShe fucking knew her husband was messing with him? It didnât make any sense. âWhy is he doing this?â
Now she shrugged. âHeâs Austin. Once he gets something in his headâ¦âCord rubbed his palm over his face and squeezed. âWhat does he expect to gain from this? Heâs just making an uncomfortable situation worse.ââHeâs trying to fix it. He doesnât understand, because he wasnât there. He thinks if we put everything out in the open the guilt will go away. He thinks itâs best to deal with it.ââDeal with it how?â He wasnât a fucking puppet Austin could place in whatever position he wanted.âI donât know. I barely understand what Iâm feeling right now. I canât pretend to understand what heâs going through. Or you, for that matter.âAll thoughts of her husband vanished as he focused on the âfâ word, for his sins. âWhat are you feeling?âHer face tightened and her hand pressed into her chest, her eyes betraying her show of bravado. âHere. It hurts. I donât know how to make it stop, Cord.ââHurts how?â He took a slow step closer, keeping his voice low.Eyes pleading, she looked up at him, her mouth tight with worry. âWhen Iâm near you, my heart beats so fast Iâm afraid itâll explode. But I know I canât⦠I canât express whatâs inside of me. Then this unbearable ache takes hold. It justâ¦hurts.â
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Author Bios:
Lydia MichaelsLydia Michaels is the award winning author of 30 romance novels. Her novels from the darkly compelling Surrender Trilogy were iBooks Bestsellers and her work has been featured in USA Today. In 2015 she was the winner of The Best of Bucks Award and she has been nominated as Best Author in the Happenings Magazine two years running [2015 & 2016]. She is a four time nominee for the prestigious RONE Award. Her books are intellectual, emotional, haunting, always centered around love.
Allyson YoungAllyson lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada with her husband of many years and numerous pets. She has written for many years and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one. A bestselling Amazon author, she has now published three series and several stand alones in contemporary, sci fi, fantasy and suspense genres. Allyson will write until whatever is inside is satisfied, until the heroes man up and the heroines get what they deserves. Love isnât always sweet, and Allyson favours the darker side of romance.
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March 13, 2017
@parr_books Guest Blogger E.D.Parr with The Night Gardener
Please welcome my guest blogger E.D.Parr with
The Night Gardener
#MMromance new release from Evernight Publishing
Architect, Dane Lovell takes an off-season vacation in an old New England mansion, hoping to ease his broken heart, and spark his imagination. Impressed by the pretty gardens, heâs surprised by the sinister atmosphere of the river than winds through the estate. Dane settles down to his vacation and tries to immerse himself in his drawings. One night, the sound of the back door smashing open in the wind and rain shocks Dane from his work.Spooky, gorgeous, and enigmatic Zachary Yarrow has brought logs for the fire.Heâs the estate gardener and brings with him not just passion and a love affair for Dane, but a strange, spine-tingling mystery.Who is Zachary, and what will happen when Dane finds out?
From the authorInspired by some wild countryside, and a rushing river that stormed under a bridge so loudly, I couldnât hear what a friend said to me, for me this story is as much about nature as love. Iâve always believed there are more things in the elegant stream of life than we know about, and this story is about a young man who loves life so much he finds a way to live it. There are some heartstring tugs in this story, and some hot love scenes, because this is a love story. Itâs a journey for both characters, Dane and Zachary to deep, lasting love.
Read an excerpt
The gardener slotted his logs into the spaces between other logs already in the nook bricked into the side of the fireplace. âZachary Yarrow.â
Dane folded his arms over his body, wishing heâd thought to close the door as chilling air swept along the hall and into the room. âDane Lovell.â
Zachary stood, having completed his task. âYouâre here off season. I guess you know. I always do the gardens off-seasonâhave done for the lastâwell, for years. When Iâm here, I usually stay in this cottage. I guess I need to find somewhere else this time.â
Cold, Dane accepted the information with a nod. âI need to close the door, Mr. Yarrow.â He returned to the back door and closed it up.
Zachary Yarrow had followed. âYou can call me Zachary.â
Dane hung around near the back door. The gardener showed no signs of leaving and Dane didnât know how to be rude enough just to ask him to go.
âItâs way too dark to garden. Youâre wet through.â Daneâs gaze ranged over the sodden sweater Zachary wore, and along the rain-darkened jeans covering Zacharyâs muscled thighs. The guy has to be cold. âCan I offer you a cup of coffee?â
Zachary grinned happily. âA cup of coffee, yeah, that will be great, thanks.â
Dane led the way back into the kitchen. âSit by one of the radiators and try to dry out a little.â He put water to boil and heaped instant into mugs. âI can lend you a dry sweaterâ¦â
Zachary leaned close to the radiator. âItâs okay. Iâll drape my sweater on here. Itâll be dry in no time.â He pulled the soggy item over his head and arranged it on the hot metal flutes.
Dane experienced a shock of attraction as he took in the smooth, muscled chest on display when Zachary turned to him.
âLook, itâs already steaming.â
Dane tore his gaze from Zacharyâs body and glanced at the sweater. The kettle boiled and he whipped around to make the coffee, thankful for the diversion.
âDo you take sugar or cream?â
Zacharyâs voice came from immediately behind him. âBlack, thank you, no sugar.â
Dane closed his eyes to dissipate the surprise Zacharyâs silent approach gave him. He edged around to face Zachary, who stood so close Daneâs composure flew clean away as his whole body reacted to the proximity of this complete hunk.Holy hell, he is completely gorgeous. Dane stepped sideways and picked up a mug. He handed it to Zachary. âCoffee, er, sorry, its instant. Iâve given myself a vacation from grounds and filters.â He smiled apologetically.
Zachary studied him for a few seconds.
Dane had the distinct feeling Zachary knew exactly what he was thinking.
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Thanks so much for stopping by, E.D. :)
The Night Gardener
#MMromance new release from Evernight Publishing
Architect, Dane Lovell takes an off-season vacation in an old New England mansion, hoping to ease his broken heart, and spark his imagination. Impressed by the pretty gardens, heâs surprised by the sinister atmosphere of the river than winds through the estate. Dane settles down to his vacation and tries to immerse himself in his drawings. One night, the sound of the back door smashing open in the wind and rain shocks Dane from his work.Spooky, gorgeous, and enigmatic Zachary Yarrow has brought logs for the fire.Heâs the estate gardener and brings with him not just passion and a love affair for Dane, but a strange, spine-tingling mystery.Who is Zachary, and what will happen when Dane finds out?
From the authorInspired by some wild countryside, and a rushing river that stormed under a bridge so loudly, I couldnât hear what a friend said to me, for me this story is as much about nature as love. Iâve always believed there are more things in the elegant stream of life than we know about, and this story is about a young man who loves life so much he finds a way to live it. There are some heartstring tugs in this story, and some hot love scenes, because this is a love story. Itâs a journey for both characters, Dane and Zachary to deep, lasting love.
Read an excerpt
The gardener slotted his logs into the spaces between other logs already in the nook bricked into the side of the fireplace. âZachary Yarrow.â
Dane folded his arms over his body, wishing heâd thought to close the door as chilling air swept along the hall and into the room. âDane Lovell.â
Zachary stood, having completed his task. âYouâre here off season. I guess you know. I always do the gardens off-seasonâhave done for the lastâwell, for years. When Iâm here, I usually stay in this cottage. I guess I need to find somewhere else this time.â
Cold, Dane accepted the information with a nod. âI need to close the door, Mr. Yarrow.â He returned to the back door and closed it up.
Zachary Yarrow had followed. âYou can call me Zachary.â
Dane hung around near the back door. The gardener showed no signs of leaving and Dane didnât know how to be rude enough just to ask him to go.
âItâs way too dark to garden. Youâre wet through.â Daneâs gaze ranged over the sodden sweater Zachary wore, and along the rain-darkened jeans covering Zacharyâs muscled thighs. The guy has to be cold. âCan I offer you a cup of coffee?â
Zachary grinned happily. âA cup of coffee, yeah, that will be great, thanks.â
Dane led the way back into the kitchen. âSit by one of the radiators and try to dry out a little.â He put water to boil and heaped instant into mugs. âI can lend you a dry sweaterâ¦â
Zachary leaned close to the radiator. âItâs okay. Iâll drape my sweater on here. Itâll be dry in no time.â He pulled the soggy item over his head and arranged it on the hot metal flutes.
Dane experienced a shock of attraction as he took in the smooth, muscled chest on display when Zachary turned to him.
âLook, itâs already steaming.â
Dane tore his gaze from Zacharyâs body and glanced at the sweater. The kettle boiled and he whipped around to make the coffee, thankful for the diversion.
âDo you take sugar or cream?â
Zacharyâs voice came from immediately behind him. âBlack, thank you, no sugar.â
Dane closed his eyes to dissipate the surprise Zacharyâs silent approach gave him. He edged around to face Zachary, who stood so close Daneâs composure flew clean away as his whole body reacted to the proximity of this complete hunk.Holy hell, he is completely gorgeous. Dane stepped sideways and picked up a mug. He handed it to Zachary. âCoffee, er, sorry, its instant. Iâve given myself a vacation from grounds and filters.â He smiled apologetically.
Zachary studied him for a few seconds.
Dane had the distinct feeling Zachary knew exactly what he was thinking.
COPYRIGHT E.D.PARR 2017 EVERNIGHT PUBLISHINGWARNING this book contains gay male anal sex, partner masturbation, and oral sexBUY THE BOOKOn special launch price at Evernight Publishinghttp://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-night-gardener-by-e-d-parr/https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XH4TFSShttps://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B06XH4TFSShttp://www.bookstrand.com/the-night-gardener-mmAmazon global link http://a-fwd.com/asin-com=B06XH4TFSS
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March 11, 2017
@mamaD8 Guest Blogger Doris O'Connor with Claiming His Human
Please welcome the lovely Doris O'Connor with Claiming His Human.
Thank you so much for hosting my new release on your blog today. :)
Claiming his Human is book 6 in The Projects series, and readers will meet many a familiar face from the previous books.
Donât worry, though, you do not have to read the previous books in the series, unless youâd like to, of course.
*smiles*
Darius knows Holly is his from the first whiff of her scent in the air. Holly needs some convincing⦠especially when she finds out that the man sheâs been lusting after turns into a huge grizzly bear.
Shifters defend their mates to the death...
Bear shifter Darius Longton never expected to find his mate in his favorite coffee shop, but one sniff of her scent in the air is all it takes for his bear to know the truth. This delicious, sinfully curvy redhead is his.
Too bad sheâs human and far too fragile for his volatile bear.
Holly Trent cannot understand the instant attraction she feels for this man. One look from his heavy-lidded eyes is all it takes to set her knickers aflame with lust. However, she will not be another notch on his bedpost, no matter how much his voice alone makes her want to sink to her knees.
But when a customer gets heavy with her, everything changes. Dariusâs defense of her places them both in terrible danger. Thrown headfirst into shifter council politics, it falls to Holly to save her mate.
Available from: Evernight Amazon Amazon UK Bookstrand
Excerpt:Dariusâs eyes flashed from golden to brown and back again, and she lost herself in the intensity of his gaze.âHolly, what are you doing?â he asked. The gravelly timbre of his voice shot straight to every one of her erogenous zones, not least because his scent increased and wrapped her into a cocoon of his earthy, spicy presence.âI donât know. I just want ⦠please ⦠I need.âA hiss escaped him when she lowered herself back down on his lap and ground her by now sodden crotch over his cock.Another one of those earth-shattering deep rumbles came from the man she was dry humping like some sort of wanton hussy, and in the next instant, his large fingers dug into her hips with enough force to leave bruises. Shivers of apprehension, or excitement, she wasnât sure which raced down her spine.Darius lowered his head so that their foreheads touched. Their breaths mingled, and the world stood still, as she waited for him to move, to do something, anything.She couldnât get her voice to work past the huge lump of emotion which clogged up her throat, so she simply breached the distance between them and pressed her lips against his. His groan rumbled through her, and then he took charge of the kiss. Just like before, their surroundings faded into the background, as he deepened the kiss, and she gave herself up to the myriad of sensations that immediately assaulted her. With his hands firmly clamped around her hips, she couldnât move, couldnât do anything but tug at the strands of his hair which had come loose from his ponytail. The action seemed to incite his bear, because he broke the kiss, and ran his nose along her neck, inhaling deeply. âFuck, Holly, you better be sure, because all I want to do is push those panties away and bury myself deep inside your sweet cunt until you have no doubt who you belong to.âHe yanked her up slightly while he traced one hand along her hip until he could cup her pussy. âSo fucking wet for me, little one.âIncapable of uttering anything but incoherent moans, Holly rubbed herself against that hand.âOh, yeah, I can smell your need. Tell me this pussy is mine. Ask me for my cock. I need to hear you say the words, my sweet.âHis voice, full of heated promise, didnât sound like him at all, more animal than human, and she responded to the almost desperate tones in kind.âJust fuck me already, will you?âA sharp tug on her hair brought tears to her eyes, and she whined her disappointment when he pulled back to study her. Try as she might she couldnât close the distance between them.âAsk me nicely, girl, or Iâll stop this instant.âHollyâs flippant reply stuck in her throat when she properly looked at him because the determination edged in his hungry features told their own story. He meant what heâd said, and despite the massive erection tenting his suit trousers, which must cost him dearly, he would get up and leave her wanting. His thighs flexed under hers, and Holly swallowed hard when he released his grip on her hair and grasped her wrists instead. She was no match for his superior strength, even if she had tried to resist him, as he slowly pulled her hands away from him, and pinned them behind her back. The action thrust her breasts out at him, and her breathing sped up when his gaze slowly dipped lower until it rested on her straining cleavage. Her nipples pushed against the fabric of her lacy bra, hard little beacons of lust pointing straight at Darius, positively begging for his attention. Darius transferred both her wrists into one of his large hands and then slowly brought his free hand into view. His knuckles skimmed across the hypersensitive tips of her nipples, and Holly whimpered her need.A wicked grin flashed across his features, and he repeated the action several times until Holly was pretty sure she would self-combust if he didnât do something else. Incomprehensible sounds spilled from her lips, and she couldnât tear her gaze away from the sight of his large, tanned hand against her pale flesh.âHmm, so beautifully responsive, my sweet. I bet you could come from this alone.âHolly gasped in fascination as one of his fingernails formed into a wicked-looking claw, and he used that lethally sharp appendage to run ever tightening circles around first one nipple and then the other until Holly thought she would scream. When he added another claw to lightly score her skin the pleasure pain acted like a livewire of electricity connected her clit to her boobs.Her hips took on a life of their own, and her pussy muscles clenched and released desperate for his cock to fill her.âPlease, I need to ⦠please, Sir, I want your cock.âThe words were out of her mouth before her brain had even cottoned on to what she was saying. Darius stilled, his eyes flashed fire at her, and for the first time since sheâd initiated this, a trickle of fear snaked up her spine. Not enough for her to put a stop to this, whatever this insanity which seemed to hold her in its grip would amount to, but enough to make her already far too fast heartbeat turn into a sledgehammer inside her chest.Her vision dimmed, and all reasoning fled her brain in a puff of smoke because Darius looked more animal than human. He looked as though he wanted to eat her alive, and before she could even fathom his intention, her hands were free. The audible rip of her knickers giving way, as he tore them off her sounded far too loud in the quiet room, and then his fingers slipped inside her pussy and she groaned in need. Her head fell forward on his shoulders, even as she instinctively spread her thighs wider apart to give his questing digits better access.âYouâre so fucking wet, my sweet. Come for me, baby.â
About Doris
Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, Time Travel, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.
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Thanks so much for stopping by, Doris. :)
Thank you so much for hosting my new release on your blog today. :)
Claiming his Human is book 6 in The Projects series, and readers will meet many a familiar face from the previous books.
Donât worry, though, you do not have to read the previous books in the series, unless youâd like to, of course.
*smiles*
Darius knows Holly is his from the first whiff of her scent in the air. Holly needs some convincing⦠especially when she finds out that the man sheâs been lusting after turns into a huge grizzly bear.
Shifters defend their mates to the death...
Bear shifter Darius Longton never expected to find his mate in his favorite coffee shop, but one sniff of her scent in the air is all it takes for his bear to know the truth. This delicious, sinfully curvy redhead is his.
Too bad sheâs human and far too fragile for his volatile bear.
Holly Trent cannot understand the instant attraction she feels for this man. One look from his heavy-lidded eyes is all it takes to set her knickers aflame with lust. However, she will not be another notch on his bedpost, no matter how much his voice alone makes her want to sink to her knees.
But when a customer gets heavy with her, everything changes. Dariusâs defense of her places them both in terrible danger. Thrown headfirst into shifter council politics, it falls to Holly to save her mate.
Available from: Evernight Amazon Amazon UK Bookstrand
Excerpt:Dariusâs eyes flashed from golden to brown and back again, and she lost herself in the intensity of his gaze.âHolly, what are you doing?â he asked. The gravelly timbre of his voice shot straight to every one of her erogenous zones, not least because his scent increased and wrapped her into a cocoon of his earthy, spicy presence.âI donât know. I just want ⦠please ⦠I need.âA hiss escaped him when she lowered herself back down on his lap and ground her by now sodden crotch over his cock.Another one of those earth-shattering deep rumbles came from the man she was dry humping like some sort of wanton hussy, and in the next instant, his large fingers dug into her hips with enough force to leave bruises. Shivers of apprehension, or excitement, she wasnât sure which raced down her spine.Darius lowered his head so that their foreheads touched. Their breaths mingled, and the world stood still, as she waited for him to move, to do something, anything.She couldnât get her voice to work past the huge lump of emotion which clogged up her throat, so she simply breached the distance between them and pressed her lips against his. His groan rumbled through her, and then he took charge of the kiss. Just like before, their surroundings faded into the background, as he deepened the kiss, and she gave herself up to the myriad of sensations that immediately assaulted her. With his hands firmly clamped around her hips, she couldnât move, couldnât do anything but tug at the strands of his hair which had come loose from his ponytail. The action seemed to incite his bear, because he broke the kiss, and ran his nose along her neck, inhaling deeply. âFuck, Holly, you better be sure, because all I want to do is push those panties away and bury myself deep inside your sweet cunt until you have no doubt who you belong to.âHe yanked her up slightly while he traced one hand along her hip until he could cup her pussy. âSo fucking wet for me, little one.âIncapable of uttering anything but incoherent moans, Holly rubbed herself against that hand.âOh, yeah, I can smell your need. Tell me this pussy is mine. Ask me for my cock. I need to hear you say the words, my sweet.âHis voice, full of heated promise, didnât sound like him at all, more animal than human, and she responded to the almost desperate tones in kind.âJust fuck me already, will you?âA sharp tug on her hair brought tears to her eyes, and she whined her disappointment when he pulled back to study her. Try as she might she couldnât close the distance between them.âAsk me nicely, girl, or Iâll stop this instant.âHollyâs flippant reply stuck in her throat when she properly looked at him because the determination edged in his hungry features told their own story. He meant what heâd said, and despite the massive erection tenting his suit trousers, which must cost him dearly, he would get up and leave her wanting. His thighs flexed under hers, and Holly swallowed hard when he released his grip on her hair and grasped her wrists instead. She was no match for his superior strength, even if she had tried to resist him, as he slowly pulled her hands away from him, and pinned them behind her back. The action thrust her breasts out at him, and her breathing sped up when his gaze slowly dipped lower until it rested on her straining cleavage. Her nipples pushed against the fabric of her lacy bra, hard little beacons of lust pointing straight at Darius, positively begging for his attention. Darius transferred both her wrists into one of his large hands and then slowly brought his free hand into view. His knuckles skimmed across the hypersensitive tips of her nipples, and Holly whimpered her need.A wicked grin flashed across his features, and he repeated the action several times until Holly was pretty sure she would self-combust if he didnât do something else. Incomprehensible sounds spilled from her lips, and she couldnât tear her gaze away from the sight of his large, tanned hand against her pale flesh.âHmm, so beautifully responsive, my sweet. I bet you could come from this alone.âHolly gasped in fascination as one of his fingernails formed into a wicked-looking claw, and he used that lethally sharp appendage to run ever tightening circles around first one nipple and then the other until Holly thought she would scream. When he added another claw to lightly score her skin the pleasure pain acted like a livewire of electricity connected her clit to her boobs.Her hips took on a life of their own, and her pussy muscles clenched and released desperate for his cock to fill her.âPlease, I need to ⦠please, Sir, I want your cock.âThe words were out of her mouth before her brain had even cottoned on to what she was saying. Darius stilled, his eyes flashed fire at her, and for the first time since sheâd initiated this, a trickle of fear snaked up her spine. Not enough for her to put a stop to this, whatever this insanity which seemed to hold her in its grip would amount to, but enough to make her already far too fast heartbeat turn into a sledgehammer inside her chest.Her vision dimmed, and all reasoning fled her brain in a puff of smoke because Darius looked more animal than human. He looked as though he wanted to eat her alive, and before she could even fathom his intention, her hands were free. The audible rip of her knickers giving way, as he tore them off her sounded far too loud in the quiet room, and then his fingers slipped inside her pussy and she groaned in need. Her head fell forward on his shoulders, even as she instinctively spread her thighs wider apart to give his questing digits better access.âYouâre so fucking wet, my sweet. Come for me, baby.â
About Doris
Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, Time Travel, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.
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