Elena Kincaid's Blog, page 40
May 19, 2016
DARK CAPTIVE ANTHOLOGY: JENIKA SNOW, LILY HARLEM, ALEXA SINCLAIRE, N.J. YOUNG, ELENA KINCAID, JOCELYN DEX
Do you like your romances dark? Well, we have a treat for you. Six sexy, dark tales bundled into one collection for your reading pleasure. Be sure to have a cool drink handy so you don't combust! Everyone has a dark side...
Dark Captive is an exclusive collection of dark erotic romance stories featuring alpha men with fierce sexual appetites. They'll stop at nothing to get what they want. And they have their sights on one woman. Possessive and bold, these heroes give their conquests exactly what they crave—to be taken … to be owned. Any resistance offered will be tested, but in the end love rules.
Kidnapping, abduction, and sexual slavery are just a few of the titillating taboo themes in this hand-picked anthology.
Buy Links:
Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/dark-captive/
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The Shadow
Elena Kincaid
BlurbHe came out of nowhere, like a shadow hiding in pitch darkness and turned Emily’s world upside down. Was she a victim of circumstance or part of a more sinister plan? After fighting, begging, and even praying for her freedom fails, she is given a choice … succumb to her Shadow’s commands or die. What Emily did not expect, was her unexplainable desire for her captor. Brody Beckett thirsts for revenge. He wants those who wronged him to suffer, to bleed, and he’ll stop at nothing to achieve his goals. The last thing he needs is to go all soft on the beautiful woman who stars in each and every one of his nightmares. When doubt and suspicion seep in, Brody wonders if he could uncover the whole truth before he sentences Emily to a fate worse than death.
Excerpt
His hands roamed further down until they reached the waistband of her dark blue slacks. He toyed with her, slipping his fingers inside her pants to just the very tip of her pubic hair and then back up, until finally, on his next pass, he spread her lips with his ring and index finger and shoved his middle finger inside her core. He gave her another smug smile. “You’re very wet, princess.”She was. She could sense it and she felt ashamed. As if her Shadow became aware of her shame, his smile fell away and he removed his fingers and stopped touching her completely. He looked angry. He got up wordlessly and left the room again, taking the camera with him.The next time he came downstairs, he resumed her pleasurable torture, and the next, and the next, each time playing her body more boldly and bringing her to the brink before leaving her unsatisfied. He massaged her bra-clad breasts in turn while his other hand flitted around in her panties, picking up quickly on all of her sweet spots. Two fingers massaged the front wall while his thumb drew small circles around her clit. His movements were masterful, relentless, like a good lover about to deliver an earth-shattering orgasm to his woman. It seemed he could sense when she was just moments away from achieving ecstasy despite Emily trying to stubbornly hold back and she would have come hard for him had he not immediately ceased his actions. After giving her a few minutes to cool off, he resumed the same torment. Over and over, impossibly bringing her to the brink each time, and then stopping right before she could climax.“Stop it!” she cried out. “Please just stop it.” The last plea was only a whisper, followed by more tears and whimpering. Truth be told, she wasn’t sure if she was begging him to stop touching her, or to finally let her come.Despite her outburst, Shadow, however, seemed less angry … more satisfied with what he had caught on camera this time she assumed. She had remained obstinate, giving no emotion away the last few rounds, so her breakdown would no doubt entice Louis to come rescue her.Shadow took the camera and left the room again wordlessly. This time he left the light on for her. Whether by accident or on purpose, she could not be certain, though she concluded that he never did anything by accident. He had given her a small reward.
Author Bio
Elena Kincaid is an award winning author. She writes Erotic Paranormal and Contemporary MFM and MF Romances. She developed a passion for reading and writing at an early age and loves to write what she loves to read and that is usually romance with a paranormal twist. Her desk is constantly cluttered with journals, sticky notes, and torn out pieces of paper full of ideas.
She was born in Ukraine and raised in New York, where she currently lives with her daughter. She graduated college with a BFA in creative writing and In addition to writing, she also started a graphic design business a few years after graduating. When not working, Elena loves to spend time with her family, travel the globe, curl up with a good book, and catch up on her soaps.
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Check out the line up!
TAKE ME by JENIKA SNOW
Tag Line
He’s watched her, stalked her, and makes no apologies about what he’ll do to make her his. But how far will he have to go to make her see she belongs with him?
Blurb
After her mother passes away, Holly decides to finally have a life away from her abusive father and the darkened, lifeless world she lives in. But someone has been watching her, waiting for the right moment to take her away. It’s when she comes face-to-face with her captor that she realizes he won’t let her go.
Will Holly stay with a man that decrees she’s his, that he’ll do whatever it takes to make her see they belong together? Despite the twisted and dark nature of it all, she feels freedom for the first time in her life. Will she give in, or will she accept what he offers her … her life back?
SINFUL BY LILY HARLEM
Tag LineA London riot, a lost girl, and a priest with a secret. Will the Devil’s whispered suggestions tempt them to indulge in the sins of the flesh?BlurbLondon is aflame with riots. Confusion and danger lurk around every corner. For Cheryl, caught alone and terrified in a dark alley, she fears she’s about to meet her maker.Luckily the safe sanctuary of a small church, nestled between the deserted shops and houses, affords her protection. And within these sacred walls she finds Father Steve—a man whose decision to be celibate, marry his faith, seems to her an awful waste to the females of the world.But all is not as it seems and as her hot and holy new friend reveals his layers and confesses his sins, the temperature in the church heats up more than the flames raging across the city. Safety, however, is an illusion, and the pair must fight to survive. In doing so will fate draw them together? Have the heavens mapped out their destiny? And was Father Steve telling the truth about his virginity?ONE LAST JOB BY ALEXA SINCLAIRE
Tag LineOne last heist and then he’ll be free. But can he still keep the woman he loves when he forces her to sacrifice her freedom? BlurbAfter a decade of crime, Lawson Trent is done risking his freedom and having nothing real to show for it. But in order to walk away, he needs to do one last job. Except this time there’s a catch: Ivy Stuart. He knows he can’t have her, he knows it’s too risky but he can’t help himself. When she gets got up in the heist, he has to make a choice and risk her life and love. If growing up in foster care taught Ivy anything, it’s not to let anyone get too close. Working at a jewelry shop, she’s finally building her own life, albeit a solitary one. When she meets Lawson, the new security guard, she can’t ignore the draw she has to him. But when she finds out who he really is, will she be able to look past the lies and forgive the man she fell for? More importantly, if she can’t, will he let her go? CAPTIVE ARTIST BY N.J. YOUNG
Tag Line A troubled thief. An art heist gone wrong. A woman caught in the middle.Can she protect her heart from the man who threatens her life? BlurbCarrie Wentworth never expected to be at the center of a high-stakes art theft. She’s perfectly happy to run her prestigious art gallery in a small mountain community and ogle the super hot janitor, Ellis “Jax” Jackson. But Jax is more than tall, dark, and bulging muscles. He has an art heist to complete no matter what the cost. When Carrie catches him in the act, he can’t bring himself to kill the pretty blonde. So instead, he takes her captive. But he will have to figure out what’s more important—money or his feelings for Carrie. THE SHADOW BY ELENA KINCAID
Tag LineHe came out of nowhere, like a shadow hiding in pitch darkness. Could he uncover the whole truth before he sentences her to a fate worse than death? BlurbHe came out of nowhere, like a shadow hiding in pitch darkness and turned Emily’s world upside down. Was she a victim of circumstance or part of a more sinister plan? After fighting, begging, and even praying for her freedom fails, she is given a choice … succumb to her Shadow’s commands or die. What Emily did not expect, was her unexplainable desire for her captor. Brody Beckett thirsts for revenge. He wants those who wronged him to suffer, to bleed, and he’ll stop at nothing to achieve his goals. The last thing he needs is to go all soft on the beautiful woman who stars in each and every one of his nightmares. When doubt and suspicion seep in, Brody wonders if he could uncover the whole truth before he sentences Emily to a fate worse than death.GODSEND by JOCELYN DEX
TaglineHer captor’s threats and sexual aggression make her wonder if she’ll escape unscathed … or at all. BlurbGia’s hike turns into a nightmare when she’s caught breaking and entering. Even though her captor is the most drool-worthy man she’s ever seen, his constant threats and sexual aggression make her wonder if she’ll escape unscathed … or at all. Bane should get Gia out of his sight before he loses control and becomes more of a bastard than he already is. But he wants nothing more than to lose himself inside her and wash away the painful memories of his past.Check out the authors’ websites for more info about them and their other works!Jenika Snow* Lily Harlem * Alexa Sinclaire * N.J. Young * Elena Kincaid * Jocelyn Dex
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May 18, 2016
GUEST BLOGGER MACKENZIE WILLIAMS WITH THE ORCHARD: COMMAND ME
Please welcome my guest blogger today, Mackenzie Williams with THE ORCHARD: COMMAND MEBlurb:Emerald has always had trouble controlling her anger. Her problem isn't getting any better now that she has a boss and a coworker who seem determined to make her life hell. She turns some of her pent-up stress toward enjoying play at The Orchard, a BDSM club. A few times, however, her anger gets the best of her. Will the Doms make her leave the club for good? When she meets Master Roman, she hopes he'll see the real person she is inside.Master Roman instantly recognizes Emerald's problem with anger. He has his own abusive past at the hands of angry women. Master Roman believes she needs a strict and tough Dom, but he's not sure he can trust himself with her. Can he get past his demons to help her? Can she, in return, help him with those inner demons?
Adult Excerpt:The butterfly toy still buzzed against her begging clit. Emerald squeezed her pussy muscles together, and a deep tingle ran through her. The need to come was so great that she could think of nothing or no one else.“No.” The word rushed from her with no thought.“Excuse me?” Master Lucas stepped closer to her. “I don’t think I heard you correctly.”“Master Lucas, let me take over from here. My pet seems to be near gone.”Emerald’s body tensed at his tone. Before she could regret her actions, she heard her Dom moving his punishment device through the air. Master Roman was spinning it quickly. The sound of the strands of leather whipping through the air caused her to clench her pussy muscles again.Em held her breath. The air from the spinning flogger cooled the heated skin of her ass. The anticipation was almost thick enough to choke her. Her eyes then moved to the Dom that had been touching himself earlier. He smirked at her and then made a kissing motion with his lips while never stopping his self-stroking.“Now, pet. It seems as if your mind doesn’t want to play any longer. Let’s see if your ass still does.”With that, Master Roman neared with the flogger still spinning. She exhaled, trying to calm herself. It didn’t work. Suddenly then she felt it. The flogger just barely skimmed her ass. The experienced Dom kept it spinning as he moved it down her thigh. The leather strands were lightly hitting her in a fast downward motion. It didn’t stay light for long, however. Emerald whimpered as the flogger struck her ass harder, still spinning. It felt like a human car wash, minus the soap and water.Master Roman let the flogger strike her upper thigh harder still, and a loud moan flew from his sub. A few more seconds of the fast moving leather, and Em trembled. That orgasm was closer still.Just then, Master Roman stepped back from her, taking the flogger away, but she could still hear it moving quickly through the air. After several tense seconds and without warning, the Dom brought it back to her, but this time it struck her bare pussy lips.Emerald cried out as it hit her sensitive skin over and over. That was all she needed. Her climax spilled from her clit, and she screamed out again. Master Roman continued to strike her but had pulled back just a bit. She whimpered loudly as the butterfly helped her orgasm rush through her.Suddenly, the flogger stopped moving altogether, and Emerald tried to quiet her moans and her trembling. She was breathing heavily and having quite a bit of trouble not falling off the stool.“Aaahhh, so beautiful.” Master Roman touched her ass and she winced.Emerald tried to stand because her legs were starting to cramp.“No, sweet. We aren’t done yet.”She whimpered. Her Dom’s deep voice had her next orgasm building already. Emerald tried to readjust her chest on the hard stool. She tried not to look out at the Masters before her because she knew that it wouldn’t do anything to help calm her.She lifted herself off the stool just an inch so she could get more comfortable, but her Dom had other ideas. In the split second that she was off the stool, Master Roman reached down and unhooked her bra top. Emerald gasped as it popped open immediately, letting her large breasts bounce free.“There. I believe the audience wanted to see that.” Master Roman ran his warm hand down her back.Emerald couldn’t stop from shaking as goose bumps broke out on her arms. Her bra lay limply under her. In this odd position, her tits were shoved up uncomfortably. Screw it. Em moved forward, letting her breasts hang off the edge of the stool. She ignored the few whistles that came from the men.Master Roman leaned down to whisper in her ear. Another shiver ran over her as his warm breath licked her neck.“Sub, we are almost done here. We’ve taken the stage for too long. I know how I want this to end. Do you know your safe word still?”“Core, Sir.” Her response was automatic.“Good girl.”Master Roman stood up and stepped back from her, now addressing the audience. “Men, I will finish off my slave. I can see some of you are getting restless for your turn.” He returned to standing behind her. “Master Lucas, hand me the second one.”Instant panic mixed with her need to be fucked. Both flared in her stomach. Em was having trouble slowing her breathing as Master Lucas returned to Master Roman holding a second flogger. It matched the first one, beautiful and threatening. BUY LINK:
http://www.bookstrand.com/book/the-orchard-command-me
Thanks so much for stopping by Mackenzie. :)
May 17, 2016
GUEST BLOGGER BELLA SETTARRA WITH WAITING ON SUMMER
Please welcome my guest blogger today, Bella Settarra with WAITING ON SUMMER.Release Blitz:Waiting on SummerbyBella SettarraMay 9th
‘WAITING ON SUMMER’ by BELLA SETTARRA‘Collar and Cuffs’ Book One
He can dominate her body, but he can’t control her past...
After fleeing to Miami to escape her junkie ex-boyfriend, Summer Marsden finds work as a waitress upstairs in the swanky restaurant and gentlemen’s club, Collar and Cuffs. Although she loves the job, her big mouth gets her into trouble. Intending to resign before she causes more problems, she finds herself face-to-face with the enigmatic and dangerously handsome Nathan Faulkener.
Nathan irons out her problem and takes her downstairs to the Bottom Bar, which she discovers is actually an exclusive BDSM club within Collar and Cuffs. Nathan re-ignites her passion for BDSM, and their desire for each other explodes. He wants nothing more than to solve all Summer’s problems and give her the world, but she has secrets she’s never told, and a sordid, dangerous history that won’t stay in the past. When her ex shows up gunning for revenge, even Nathan might not be strong enough to save her...
Reader discretion: contains light BDSM, whipping, and spanking elements
In Bella’s world all the heroes are gorgeous hunks and the heroines are always beautiful. Having said that, she firmly believes that ‘handsome is as handsome does’ and that ‘beauty is in the eye of the beholder’. (She is also a big fan of clichés as well as alliteration!)She has been hanging out with her ‘imaginary friends’ for a couple of years now and finds the profession exhilarating and intriguing. Her stories are all Erotic Romances, although they vary considerably in subject-matter.One of the things she absolutely loves to write is light BDSM and her Collar and Cuffs series (Etopia Press) received an ARe Bestseller Award for Waiting on Summer, which has also been nominated for a BDSM Con Golden Flogger Award . This series was set in a BDSM club in Miami, and was a joy to write.
She also loves writing Cowboy Romances and was thrilled when the first book in her The Men of Moone Mountain series, (Etopia Press), entitled Ménage on Moone Mountain, received a nomination for the Ménage Romances Fan’s Award 2015 and became an ARe Bestseller, and the third book in this series, Ménage on Ryder Ranch was also nominated for the Erotic Ménages Romances Award 2016 . The fourth book in this series, Ménage at the Mode Boutique is now also available in digital format. She is currently writing another Cowboy series, Midnight in Montana (Siren Publishing), the first of which, Dallas at Midnight, is already available, while the second book, Meet Me at Midnight, is due for publication in June 2016.Her writing career began, however, in the fantasy/myth genre, with her first series Sirens and Sailors (Siren Publishing). Although this was a series of six novels, it actually started out as a short story! This was a delight to write and was proof positive that her High School Classical Studies lessons weren’t entirely wasted.She has also had a couple of short stories published in Men for Hire and Men for Hire 2 (Luminosity Publishing) and even had some rather raunchy poems included in Coming Together in Verse.
Not everyone is perfect – but it’s the character flaws which make them interesting, she believes. As in life, things don’t always run smoothly, but it’s the twists and turns which provide the drive to keep going, even when it just feels like an uphill struggle. Bella is currently fighting her own battle against breast cancer – a battle which she is determined to win – and believes that all women have the right to feel sexy even when they are battle-scarred.She hopes you enjoy your foray into her world and would love to connect with you at:
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Thanks so much for stopping by, Bella. :)
May 15, 2016
GUEST BLOGGER JULES DIXON WITH CHAPS
Please welcome my guest blogger, Jules Dixon with CHAPSChaps: Cherry County Cowboys #2By Jules DixonEvernight PublishingRelease Date May 13, 2016
Rising rodeo star Nate O’Neill never expected to be living in a small Nebraska ranching town waiting for his rodeo brother to recover from a vicious ride. His unplanned stop steers him into the arms and bed of local celebrity, Tennessee Reed. Soon he questions what thrills him more—the rodeo or Tenn. Forced to face his reckless past, he’s reminded that relationships can cause damage far worse than any bull ride … and maybe he’s headed for the same suffering again.
Professional football draft-pick Tennessee Reed returns home emotionally shattered by the unexpected passing of his father who left Tenn with a hereditary secret buried in his chest. He might be dying inside, but when Nate walks into his life all Tenn’s troubles seem to disappear into those hazel eyes and he’s never felt more alive. Will Tenn follow the cowboy wherever life leads? Or will he protect his heart and watch those fringed leather chaps ride away?BUY LINKSAmazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01FFYCKP8Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/chaps-by-jules-dixon/AllRomance.com: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-chaps-2039748-145.html
I slid my eyes up from his boots. His chaps elongated his muscular legs and emphasized his compact waist. The leather vest, worn over a black checkered long sleeved shirt, defined his firm chest, and then I skimmed my eyes up to his face. Our eyes connected, I absorbed an intensity of attraction I’d never experienced. Disturbing and unyielding, and yet, satisfying. His eyes searched my face, his eyebrows bent in and his eyes landed on my lips, but he didn’t move. He hurt from both my behavior this morning and his overindulgence at the bar, but he still gave me his strength through his desire-pooled hazel eyes.“I’m sorry about last night … this morning.” I choked out the words. “If you’re willing to give me a second chance, I’d like to have you over to my place. Tonight for dinner and a movie. No expectations. Just you and me getting to know each other better.” I rambled the short phrases while my heart banged against my chest. My brain tangled with all the words. The hangover affected me, but asking him on a date spun my head like one of those questionable carnival rides that came through town for the Cherry County Fair and Rodeo in August every year.
Tilt-o-Whirl or Octopus or whatever it is called, this is both worse and better.He lifted our hands and showed me how his fingers had turned a ghostly white. I loosened my grip.He stretched his pinking fingers. “You’re sure? I’ve never done the boyfriend thing. And I’m getting a pretty clear message that maybe you’re in the same wagon, but unless you’re givin’ this a real go—and not just to get in my Levis—I’m not in, Tenn.”I dropped his hand and he tried to shuffle back. Sliding my fingers into the fringe of his chaps, I guided him in between my legs. My heart ticked slower, with more purpose. “You’re right. I don’t have a lot of experience with the bona fide relationship thing with a guy. A few have been repeats in my bed, but not one has made a repeat performance across from me at a meal and none have ever gotten inside my head or heart.” I dragged him closer. “But since last night, I can’t get you out of my head. I’m 100% in, Mustang. Let’s take whatever this is between us for a long ride.”He dropped his lips to mine. The kiss that I’d been craving since I watched him drive away early this morning. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and dug my nails deep into the pockets of his Wranglers.Moments like this existed for a reason, so we felt alive.
Spurs, Book 1 in the Cherry County Cowboys Series (Each book is a standalone) http://www.amazon.com/Jules-Dixon/e/B00PUSNF90/
"In support of those who face not being accepted for who they are, Jules is participating in the Hop for Visibility, Awareness, and Equality (http://hopforvisibilityawarenessandequality.blogspot.com/) Enter the giveaway here
Author BioFuzzy sock collector, martini connoisseur, baseball fanatic, and dandelion lover, author Jules Dixon is a living testament to the genius of sugar and caffeine being able to keep a human alive. She's addicted to everything related to the amazing emotion of love, probably instigated by her own happily ever after of 25 years with her beer-brewing hubby. Their own love story created a sassy, artistic daughter and a computer genius but ultra-sarcastic son.Jules explores the rich psychology of sexuality, choices, and conflicts of high school, college, and young adult characters with sizzle and humor in her novels and novellas. She's a busy writer, and she loves it!
Jules Social Media LinksFacebook https://www.facebook.com/JulesDixonAuthor/?ref=aymt_homepage_panelTwitter https://twitter.com/JulesofTripleRGoodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/9868691.Jules_DixonBlog http://julesdixon.comPinterest https://www.pinterest.com/JDixonAuthor/Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Jules-Dixon/e/B00PUSNF90/
Thanks so much for stopping by, Jules. :)
Rising rodeo star Nate O’Neill never expected to be living in a small Nebraska ranching town waiting for his rodeo brother to recover from a vicious ride. His unplanned stop steers him into the arms and bed of local celebrity, Tennessee Reed. Soon he questions what thrills him more—the rodeo or Tenn. Forced to face his reckless past, he’s reminded that relationships can cause damage far worse than any bull ride … and maybe he’s headed for the same suffering again.
Professional football draft-pick Tennessee Reed returns home emotionally shattered by the unexpected passing of his father who left Tenn with a hereditary secret buried in his chest. He might be dying inside, but when Nate walks into his life all Tenn’s troubles seem to disappear into those hazel eyes and he’s never felt more alive. Will Tenn follow the cowboy wherever life leads? Or will he protect his heart and watch those fringed leather chaps ride away?BUY LINKSAmazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01FFYCKP8Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/chaps-by-jules-dixon/AllRomance.com: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-chaps-2039748-145.html
I slid my eyes up from his boots. His chaps elongated his muscular legs and emphasized his compact waist. The leather vest, worn over a black checkered long sleeved shirt, defined his firm chest, and then I skimmed my eyes up to his face. Our eyes connected, I absorbed an intensity of attraction I’d never experienced. Disturbing and unyielding, and yet, satisfying. His eyes searched my face, his eyebrows bent in and his eyes landed on my lips, but he didn’t move. He hurt from both my behavior this morning and his overindulgence at the bar, but he still gave me his strength through his desire-pooled hazel eyes.“I’m sorry about last night … this morning.” I choked out the words. “If you’re willing to give me a second chance, I’d like to have you over to my place. Tonight for dinner and a movie. No expectations. Just you and me getting to know each other better.” I rambled the short phrases while my heart banged against my chest. My brain tangled with all the words. The hangover affected me, but asking him on a date spun my head like one of those questionable carnival rides that came through town for the Cherry County Fair and Rodeo in August every year.
Tilt-o-Whirl or Octopus or whatever it is called, this is both worse and better.He lifted our hands and showed me how his fingers had turned a ghostly white. I loosened my grip.He stretched his pinking fingers. “You’re sure? I’ve never done the boyfriend thing. And I’m getting a pretty clear message that maybe you’re in the same wagon, but unless you’re givin’ this a real go—and not just to get in my Levis—I’m not in, Tenn.”I dropped his hand and he tried to shuffle back. Sliding my fingers into the fringe of his chaps, I guided him in between my legs. My heart ticked slower, with more purpose. “You’re right. I don’t have a lot of experience with the bona fide relationship thing with a guy. A few have been repeats in my bed, but not one has made a repeat performance across from me at a meal and none have ever gotten inside my head or heart.” I dragged him closer. “But since last night, I can’t get you out of my head. I’m 100% in, Mustang. Let’s take whatever this is between us for a long ride.”He dropped his lips to mine. The kiss that I’d been craving since I watched him drive away early this morning. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and dug my nails deep into the pockets of his Wranglers.Moments like this existed for a reason, so we felt alive.Spurs, Book 1 in the Cherry County Cowboys Series (Each book is a standalone) http://www.amazon.com/Jules-Dixon/e/B00PUSNF90/
"In support of those who face not being accepted for who they are, Jules is participating in the Hop for Visibility, Awareness, and Equality (http://hopforvisibilityawarenessandequality.blogspot.com/) Enter the giveaway here
Author BioFuzzy sock collector, martini connoisseur, baseball fanatic, and dandelion lover, author Jules Dixon is a living testament to the genius of sugar and caffeine being able to keep a human alive. She's addicted to everything related to the amazing emotion of love, probably instigated by her own happily ever after of 25 years with her beer-brewing hubby. Their own love story created a sassy, artistic daughter and a computer genius but ultra-sarcastic son.Jules explores the rich psychology of sexuality, choices, and conflicts of high school, college, and young adult characters with sizzle and humor in her novels and novellas. She's a busy writer, and she loves it!
Jules Social Media LinksFacebook https://www.facebook.com/JulesDixonAuthor/?ref=aymt_homepage_panelTwitter https://twitter.com/JulesofTripleRGoodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/9868691.Jules_DixonBlog http://julesdixon.comPinterest https://www.pinterest.com/JDixonAuthor/Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Jules-Dixon/e/B00PUSNF90/
Thanks so much for stopping by, Jules. :)
May 14, 2016
GUEST BLOGGER APRIL ZYON WITH FIRST CONTACT
Please welcome my guest blogger, April Zyon with FIRST CONTACT
As some of you now know (thank you for subscribing to my newsletter ( http://eepurl.com/01Eef ) ! Sign up today if you haven’t already!) I have decided to self-publish a couple of books. This isn’t something that I took too quickly, in fact it’s something I’ve agonized over for a while now.
As you all know I once wrote as Honor James. I was with another publisher and wrote a series called Knights of Ares. I loved these men and when I left the publisher I thought that I would lose them forever. I couldn’t do that however, but part of me needed a fresh start as well.
So….
All six books of the Knights of Ares series have been re-written (I only saved the names of the men because they were so close to my heart) and I’m going to self-publish the series. I hadn’t intended on this series coming out yet – however I guess I uploaded it far too soon to the retailers and boom, here it is!
So, without further ado here is the first book of the series.
https://giveaway.amazon.com/p/54a56dc353bf9969
The Knights of Ares are a joint Navy SEAL and Army Ranger team that has been tasked with a new war. One that needs to be kept from being discovered, at all costs.
Mikhail “Wolf” Rossov and Gareth “Gunner” Gruffyd are part of the team that are fighting a war no one knows is happening. Out on the job, they end up saving a woman who turns out to be more than they could have believed.
Morgan Berry is a kindergarten teacher. The most dangerous part of her job is a wide spread flu epidemic in her class. Being a teacher is all she’s ever wanted, she never thought she’d soon be part of something bigger.
Kidnapped to become a pawn in a dangerous, violent game, Morgan has only one hope. For her men to come to her rescue, before it’s too late. She knows that they would walk through the fires of hell for her. But will they make it in time?
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Location: Classified…It was good to be back on American soil. While he thought of himself as more Russian than American, America had been his home for all his life and would always be home.Stepping out of the steam from the bathroom, he finished toweling off as he padded into the locker room. Nodding to his teammates who were scattered around in various states of undress, he grabbed up a pair of jeans and pulled them on.Three weeks since their mission to extract the CIA operative from Greece without anyone, official or not, the wiser. While it hadn’t been smooth, they’d gotten in and out without alerting anyone that they’d ever been there. Bad guys notwithstanding of course.Buttoning up his fly, Mik crammed his feet into a pair of boots. Grabbing his shirt, he hauled it on before dropping to sit on the bench to do up his boots.They’d been in various meetings and sessions to debrief since they’d gotten out of Greece with the operative. All they knew about her was her code name for the op, Sugar. Not exactly fitting given the venom she’d directed their way the entire flight out of the country and then back to the States. But then again, she hadn’t looked all that happy before they’d met her so, really, who was he to judge.What her mission had been in the country he couldn’t say. But since they were, currently, on friendly terms with Greece, who the fuck knew. Especially when it came to the spooks. Those guys just loved to root around in the darkest of corners looking for enemies and, if they couldn’t find one, making new ones.Getting to his feet,he stomped them a little to settle the boots in place. Just as he grabbed his leather jacket, the door into the locker room crashed open and four MP’s came in.“Sorry, sirs. The Admiral has requested your presence, immediately.”Shooting his team mates a look Mik knew it wasn’t an actual “request.” No one, an Admiral especially, needed four heavily armed MP’s to pass on a “request”. No, it was an order that if not obeyed, he would bet the MPs had very specific and detailed instructions about what to do.Shrugging into his jacket, he leaned against his locker as his cohorts got dressed. Not a one of them in any apparent rush. While the MPs had said immediately, and he was sure the Admiral had meant yesterday, they weren’t really going to just give in. That wasn’t how a one of them was made. He watched his fellow team members as they all seemed to gravitate into their duos, as usual. He wasn’t surprised when Gareth shot him a small crooked grin. The men weren’t couples, but they all worked together very well and at least where he and Gareth were concerned, shared women more often than not.Rubbing a hand over his mouth, he hid his smirk as James “Fury” Ashton asked one of their team, Anton “Viper” Lueger, which shirt went with his eyes better. Always pushing the envelope that one. Catching the look on the MP’s faces and the way they were fiddling with their sidearms, he cleared his throat. Catching everyone’s attention he gave them a couple of signals out of sight of the MPs.It got everyone moving faster. If a bunch of highly trained military cops were that twitchy, something big was going down. No need to provoke them more than absolutely necessary.Leaving the locker room as a unit, they all shared a look. No one had a clue what was going on and not a one liked it. Especially since they’d all just been told they had three weeks leave. Which, in their minds, meant they got to leave, no questions asked. Not good.* * * * *Twenty minutes later Mikhail could not believe how fucking right he’d been. “Excuse me, sir. I mean zero disrespect, sir, but are you off your fucking rocker?” he asked.His teammates all nodded. Yeah, every single one of them had been thinking it. He was just the craziest of the bunch to actually say it out loud. But it was part of his rep, and he so did love to live up to his rep.“I wish,” the old man said. He rubbed a hand over his military regulation cut and looked at them all.Mik couldn’t believe how old the Admiral looked right then. Sharing a worried look with Marius, he shook his head. “Sir, this is crazy. I might buy that Marius might believe in the Greek Gods, growing up as he had, but coming from you,” he shook his head again. “I’m sorry sir, but I’m not buying it.”“You’d better,” a new voice said. One that was deep, bowels of hell deep, and sent a shiver down every man’s spine.Spinning Mikhail stared up, yeah up, at seven and a half feet of solid muscle covered in leather. Holy shit, where the fuck had this guy come from?“Olympus by way of Athens,” the large male said. He turned his blacker than night eyes to the Admiral. “Andrew, sorry I’m late. Had a small family matter to attend to.”“No apologies needed, come on in and grab a seat. I think I’ll let you tell them the rest of this, as they don’t seem to be taking me seriously.”The large man chuckled and, not kidding, Mikhail could have sworn the room actually pitched and rolled like the deck of a battleship on high seas.“They are trained to believe what they can see, hear and touch, Andrew. Of course, they are not going to just take you at your word,” the male said. He walked around them all, he was light on his feet too,and took the seat that the Admiral had offered.Shooting Marius a look, he saw the same WTF expression he was sure was on his face. The guy was on a first name basis with the Admiral and seemed to be buying into the same delusion, too. This would be interesting to hear.“It’s not a delusion, Mikhail,” the guy said. “The Greek Gods are real, all of us.”“So, we’re to believe you’re one?” Meirion “Saber” Jamison asked.“Yes,” the male told them.“Right,” Thomas “Brick” Gordon drawled out in his Southern manner. “Which one, just so we keep it all straight and shit?” he asked.The Admiral looked like he was either going to shit himself or be sick. Not a look one expected of a career military man who’d been through more wars than most could lay claim to. And all on the front lines for the most part.“Ares,” the male said.“God of War,” Stefan “Orion” Patras said softly. “Son of Zeus and Hera.”“Bingo,” the big male said. “Got it in one. Which, considering your heritage, I’d be truly miffed if you hadn’t.”Shooting his Greek teammate a look, Mik shook his head. “Okay, I have a question, if we’re all going to play along with this delusion.”“It’s no delusion and yes, the Gods are real.” Ares, or whoever the fuck he was, got up from his chair. He pushed it out of the way and settled with his feet spread so they were right under his shoulders.A flash of light and they were staring at the guy in full battle regalia. As in, ancient armor with one hell of a big ass sword in hand, tip to the floor. Oddly enough, the guy even seemed bigger.And he was walking straight toward Mik.Standing his groundMikhail notched his chin up to keep eye contact with the guy. Which was a lot harder than he’d thought now that they guys eyes were silver swirling pools, much like a whirlpool, trying to suck him in.“Military men are always the hardest to convince,” the God, or whoever he was, said. Then he smiled, perfectly straight white teeth no less, and lifted a hand. “Let’s see if I can’t convince you, shall we?”Mik would have protested, but he wasn’t quick enough. The Gods' hand landed on his shoulder and suddenly he was being torn apart and then rebuilt molecule by molecule. He saw the beginning of the world, Zeus’s creation of man, the “birth” of the other Gods and times in history that even scientists and the best historians could only make educated guesses on. He saw battlefields where the God before him was in the thick, covered in blood and other bodily gore.He watched as cities burned, crumbling into dust, and civilizations fell. He watched the march of the Roman empire across Europe and their eventual retreat. Cities rose, fell, changed, grew and then technology began to come into sight. Then they were back in the room, in the present and he was staring up into a pair of swirling silver eyes.The hand on his shoulder squeezed before falling away. “Believe now?” the deep voice asked softly.Stumbling back Mikhail groped for a chair and fell into one when it was close enough. Shivering he couldn’t tear his eyes off the guy. “What the fuck?” he asked.Ares just nodded. “Good. Now we’re getting somewhere.” Another flash and he was back in his leather striding back to the head of the table to sit down once more. “Gentlemen, sit,” he told the rest of the team. “We have a lot to discuss and very little time.”He could feel the worried eyes of his teammates on him, but he couldn’t say anything. His mind was still fighting to resolve all he’d just witnessed and make sense of it. And he was failing miserably.
One hand cupped her ass, a finger pressing between her cheeks, and the other was in her hair, pulling her head back to accept his dominance. He growled into her mouth as he flicked his tongue to hers and pressed her against the growing, hard evidence of his desire for her. His mouth grew more demanding the more she responded to him and he pulled her in even closer, grinding his hips to hers slowly.Morgan didn’t even think twice about it, she wrapped both legs around him when he lifted her fully. She needed more than just a kiss and made sure that he knew it. When they parted finally she was panting. “Heavens,” she whispered the singular word. “You are dangerous, and good heavens if I don’t want more.” Her words were clearly a plea to him for more.He licked his lips slowly as his hands squeezed her ass. “At this very moment I do believe you are the more dangerous of the two of us,” he said quietly. Rocking his hips forward he ground his cock to her pussy slowly. The look in his eyes was cautious and wary as he watched her. “Morgan, what do you want?” he asked. The question was loaded in more ways than one, but the look in his eyes told her he was serious and a little unsure.“And if I say you?” Morgan asked softly, never letting her eyes leave his face. “You are someone worth putting my heart on the line for. I don’t understand the feelings, the connection I feel to you but also your friend, Gareth. I need you to know that I’m attracted to him as well.” She very well might be signing away any pleasure she might have found with Mikhail, but she was a believer in honesty first. “None of the other men turn me on the way that you do.” Stark and honest truth.He didn’t say anything for a long, long time. But he also didn’t push her away. He just held her close and watched her. While he watched, she was watching him. She could, almost, see him working through it in his head. At that moment she truly understood that he did everything with careful thought. From what he did, to what he said, all was thought through with great and meticulous care.Leaning in closer to her he brushed his lips overhers, so lightly she barely registered the touch before he drew back a bit. “Are you sure, Morgan?” he asked softly. “We don’t exactly have the best of lives or careers right now. Every moment is a guessing game and, at any time, we could be drawn away. This is a war for keeps of the most monumental sort. We could die tomorrow, next week or years from now. But, most importantly of all.” Mikhail brushed his lips over her jaw to her ear. “We’re very, very possessive,” he whispered before biting her earlobelightly.Morgan shivered in reaction to that low rumbly growl. The confession, if one would call it that. She called it more of a claiming, but that only made her hotter. “Oh, I’m very sure. What better reason to do the things that you want and be with the men that you want than the idea that we all could die tomorrow? Today is the only guarantee, our yesterdays were treasured reminders of what we wanted and tomorrow.” She leaned closer, her cheek to his and mimicked his growl. “Tomorrow I want to wake up naked in your bed with you balls deep inside of my pussy. That’s what I could call a delicious and wonderful future.”His entire body jolted, whether from her growl or her words she didn’t know, but it did press his cock harder to her aching pussy so really, who cared. Mikhail scraped his teeth down her throat lightly before nipping, hard. “Don’t tease me,” he said lifting his head. His face was serious as he looked at her. “Is that truly what you want, Morgan?”“Yes, Mikhail. That is what I truly want, more than I want my next breath. I know we should go eat, but honest to God, right now all I can think of doing is getting naked on your bed with you and riding you until we both pass out from the sheer joy of it.”He was staring at her with a singular focus she’d never known before. “There’s always lunch,” he said adjusting his hold. And then they were moving, to his bedroom she noticed. Once inside he shut and locked the door before striding to his bed and dumping her down onto it. “Get undressed quickly or I’ll tear your clothes off of you.”She began to peel out of her clothes, her eyes never leaving his. “And you are okay with me wanting Gareth as well?” She wanted to know now before they got down to the business of making love, she needed to know so that she wasn’t feeling guilty later for wanting another man as well. When she was naked she looked at him and licked her lips. “Gods you are glorious.” He was too. His skin was tanned with scars here and there, and tattoos, glory be the tattoos and, holy shit! “Is that a piercing you have?” She wanted to put her tongue on it and tug it gently, she wanted to taste all of him.“We all have piercings, some from before and some from after meeting Ares,” he said. “All have metal from Hephaestus’ forge to protect us. It’s an added layer to help hide us from the Weres and Vampires. The tattoos are all mine from before, though they’ve been added to here and there with more protection.” He climbed up on the bed and prowled toward her, the only word to describe the movement. “You are more than welcome to want Gareth. He wants you,” he said softly as he got close enough for her to touch. “I think we may just have to have you betweenus one day. One cock in your pussy, one in your ass, or maybe, in your saucy little mouth instead.”“Oh Gods.” She breathed softly, her mouth going wet at the thought of them doing just that. “I love the idea, a great deal.” Her hands moved down his chest, a finger lightly stroking the piercing in his nipple and then she dipped her head and put her mouth to the small ring there. She licked the nipple until it was taut and then nipped the piercing with her teeth, tugging it gently. She wanted to taste the other piercings too, the ones she saw on his cock. Gods she wanted him, desperately. “You would have to get lots of lube, because I’ve never had anyone in my ass, but I would love to feel it. I want to experience everything with you, Mikhail.”“We wouldn’t put you through that right away. We’d need to get you ready, slowly and carefully. Butt plugs to stretch you out, maybe with a remote vibrator that either I or Gareth controlled. You’d never know when or where we’d turn it on. They’d get bigger over time, easing you slowly in preparation to take one of our cocks. Then, and only then, when you were ready, would we do that. Not one second before,” he said softly, brushing a kiss to her shoulder with just a hint of teeth.Morgan’s legs were around Mikhail’s hips and they tightened at the promise that was held in his voice. “I would love that, I’m sure. We will have to do some shopping I think. Get me some cute little outfits to wear in the bedroom for you.” She could see herself in a maid get up and him ripping it off of her, leaving her just in the white thigh highs.“Or you could just be naked,” he said softly. Lifting his head, he looked at her as he brushed his nose against hers. “Naked is very good, especially when you look so delightful and sinful as you are.” He kissed her before she could respond, his body settling over hers in the perfect press of skin to skin as he wrapped his arms around her to hold her close.“Naked is very, very good.” She agreed wholeheartedly. “I think that naked is the best of the best of ways to be.” She agreed with a low moan. “Mikhail.” His name was like a prayer. It was a calling of her soul to his. She was desperate and didn’t care that he knew it.Mik lifted his head from where he was nibbling on her jaw. “Condom,” he muttered it like a curse. Rolling them over he took them right to the edge. Her ass actually was hanging off into space but she never once felt like she’d fall, not with the hold he had on her, as he rooted around in the bedside table. Then they were rolling again until she was on top of him and he held up the condom to her. “You said you wanted to ride.”“Oh yes, I do.” She took the little foil package from him and wiggled down his body. “But first.” She didn’t tell him what was first, she showed him instead. With her ass high in the air she began to lick and suckle his cock. Her hand wrapped as far around the girth as she could possibly get and her tongue toyed with the little barbells that were on the underside of his cock as well as the little ring at the opening. She had never been so turned on in her life, there was something about seeing those piercings that had her pussy creaming. Looking up his body at him she grinned. “Will the condom hold up to these?” She asked and stroked her tongue along the piercings. “I’ve never had anyone inside of me before with piercings. I can’t wait to feel this.” Too much talking, needed more licking and sucking.The sound he made couldn’t actually be called a word. She wasn’t really sure what it was but he seemed to be wrestling for some control. “It’s made for them specifically.” He finally managed to croak out as he drove his fingers into her hair and thrust his hips up, to encourage her she was sure.“Good.” Was all that she said before she once more turned her mouth and attention back to his glorious cock. She worshiped it with her tongue, with her hands. She shivered because she knew she was so damn close to coming and he hadn’t even touched her, yet. Before she ran out of time and they both came, she unwrapped the condom and then lifted so he could see her. Popping it into her mouth she winked at him, and then with her mouth and tongue rolled the condom down his cock. Once he was covered in the latex covering she prowled up his body and licked her lips. “So I take it you enjoyed that?” Her hands were braced on his chest and her pussy was poised over his cock, not taking him inside of her body, yet. She wanted him to be the one that pushed inside of her, wanted to feel his need for her mirrored in the sharp thrust of his cock into her waiting and wet pussy.His eyes were definitely not icy cold anymore, hot for sure, burning would actually be more accurate. “Later you will pay for that torture,” he said softly. “But not now. Now I want you too much, need to be buried inside of you,” he growled out at her. He grabbed her hips tighter and thrust up, filling her full but not fully. He stopped when her fingers clenched on his chest and he watched her with that predator'sgaze. “Morgan?” he turned her name into a question, one filled with concern.She had let her head fall back and her eyes close when he thrust into her. “Don’t.” She gulped, forced herself to pull away from the joy of that moment and looked down at him with a greedy smile. “I loved the way that felt. I was savoring the feeling of the first time you entered my body.” She admitted and then lifted slightly, only to move downward once more with a low moan. “Oh Gods.” She breathed. “I can feel each barbell. I can feel the loop at the end of your cock. Jesus. H. Christ.” She panted. “I’ve never been so full in my life.” Never felt so good, and they had just begun.His hands tightened on her hips briefly before loosening a little. “You’re supposed to feel them,” he said softly. “When I take you from behind later you’ll feel them rubbing over every nerve ending you have. It will likely be the quickest orgasm of your life.” Moving his hands, he took hers in his and braced his elbows at his sides as he watched her. “Move.”She began to move. “And when you are in my ass?” Because she knew she wanted him there, she wanted everything. “They won’t harm me, right?” Morgan shimmied on his cock, that was the only term to describe the little twist and shake that she did as she slid back down on him a little harder. “God, I can’t wait to feel you taking me from behind. Feeling those barbells rubbing against my clit as you fuck me until we are both limp and gasping for air.”“They won’t do you any harm, but the sensations will be intense,” he said, his hips rising to meet her descent. “They are designed without sharp edges or anything that could hurt you or me. They only give pleasure,” he said as he flexed his cock inside of her.“Oh god and they do.” She was panting now, moving faster upon him as she did so. “So much pleasure. Mercy.” She let her nails curl and bite into his chest, she was riding him harder and faster, moving more and more quickly with each and every passing second in time. “Mikhail.” She sawstars, already she was so close, riding that edge, but wanted to hold off. God, she needed to hold off to experience more.“Let go,” he told her, gripping her hips again as he lifted and lowered her to meet his thrusts. “Just let go and fall, I’ll catch you,” he said slamming his cock into her faster, harder and impossibly deeper.Morgan trusted him. She did just that. She let go. She screamed as her pleasure seemed to fill her. Her flesh prickled in gooseflesh and her back bowed as she stilled on top of him, her pussy clenching his cock greedily.Mikhail thrust up into her a few more times before he tensed and his back bowed. He let out a fierce sounding growl as his cock twitched inside of her and, oddly enough, seemed to swell a little more. As she began to collapse he caught her and pulled her down to lay over his chest. His frantic heartbeat was right under her ear as his arms held her to him tightly.She was very glad she wasn’t the only one so profoundly affected by their lovemaking. The sound of his heart rapidly beating with hers made her smile. With her eyes closed she began to pet him and whispered, “I think everything has just changed, and I for one couldn’t be happier.”Squeezing her gently he rolled them over and pulled out of her. “Let me get rid of the condom,” he said when she tried to hang onto him. Brushing a kiss to her lips Mikhail slipped off the bed and walked to the bathroom. He was out of sight for a couple of minutes before coming back toward her, apparently without any worry about being naked.
Thanks so much for stopping by, April. :)
May 13, 2016
GUEST BLOGGER S.J. MAYLEE WITH DESIRE PTOTECTED
Please welcome my guest blogger today S.J. Maylee with Desire Protected
Thank you for having me today. I'm so excited! Desire Protected is now FREE everywhere.
I'm in LOVE with my Assassins and Sweethearts and I'm working hard to bring you more in this series. Until then, I give you a romance that will rock your world. With Desire Protected, I explore a couple who has already fallen in love. They've already committed their lives to one another. BUT, that's not where their story ends. Desire Protected explores what happens next. Nadia is in love with an assassin. It isn't going to be easy.
Will love conquer all?
Will love protect?
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Desire Protected
Assassins and Sweethearts Series
by: S.J. Maylee
Contemporary Erotic Romantic Suspense
FREE READ!!Book Description:
Nadia Duskin has already found her hero and she’s determined not to lose him...
Ethan Wright has just been handed one of the most disturbing jobs of his career, killing a vicious madam who’s tricking her employees and selling them to human traffickers. He’s determined to take the woman out, and all is going according to plan, until Nadia shows up and everything veers off course. Now he must find a way to complete his mission and save the woman he loves.
Be Warned: light BDSM and spanking
Early praise for
Desire Protected:
5 stars from Liz's Reading Life: Desire Protected is a quick, sensual, heart pounding read that will have you desiring more.
5 stars from a reader, Tracy W: Another well done story from an author I come back to again and again.
5 stars from a reader, Doris O: Suspense, heat, and above all love. Read it, you won't be disappointed.
Excerpt:
Coming here had been stupid. If she left quickly, Ethan would never know she’d been there.A step inside and she knew she’d made the wrong decision.Ethan stood and came at her. “What are you doing here?”“Ah.” She pushed the door closed behind her and stayed put. “I’m ah…”“How did you get in here?”“I took a cab. You’re busy. I’ll just get back in a cab and go home.” She turned around.He stepped in behind her and placed his hand on the door above her head. “Don’t make another move.” He kicked her feet apart and pressed his body to hers.She stared at the door. An ache rushed from her chest to the back of her throat, and then she heard a tiny little click.He pulled her hair back and brought his lips to her ear. “They can still see us but our voices are blocked for thirty seconds.”She had no idea what to say to him. Many times they discussed how dangerous it would be for her to get caught up in his business. “I’m sorry.” What a pathetic thing to say. She knew better.“You followed me here?”“I did.” Her stupid jealousy had gotten her here. She felt like a child. Maybe she should be punished like one. She tapped her head on the door.“We’ll have a long talk about this when we get home.”“I understand, Sir.” Her voice came out crackly.“How did you find my room?”“I may have told this second blonde woman I just started working here.” She wanted to crawl under the table.“You did what?” His tone had gotten awfully low. “What do you mean second blonde?”“Shit.” She tapped her head on the door again. Then she remembered the cameras. “I’m supposed to be in here making you happy.”“You’ve failed.”“Hey!” She turned around and he plastered himself to her.“You have no idea the kind of danger you’re in this very minute.”“From you? Yeah, I have an idea.”“I’m the least of your worries. I’m working tonight.”She sucked in a deep breath. Her heartbeat raced. “I’m so sorry.” Not only had she betrayed her promise to Ethan, but she’d put both their lives in danger.He put his hand around her throat and squeezed. “Shhh.” He stroked along the back of her neck. His touch may have been gentle but his palm pushed her head back, bringing her gaze to his. “Follow my lead and I’ll get you out of here, but first I will make good use of our time.” His beautiful hazel eyes turned dark as night.“Okay.” She trusted him and believed with her whole heart he’d get her out of this situation. A tiny click signaled the end to their privacy.“Are you sure about that?” He hauled her back to the couch where he’d been sitting and pulled her over his lap.“What are you doing?” She kicked her legs.“You need to make me happy, wouldn’t want you getting fired on your first day.” He flipped up her skirt and yanked down her panties.
Praise for the first book in the Assassins and Sweethearts Series
Desire Unexpected:
5 stars from Cocktails and Books: “Their love for each other was very fierce, and when they began to have sex, it goes completely off the charts. Their love scenes were intense and oh, so hot! They had feeling of a kind of desperation to them. They’ve found what they were looking for in each other, and they’re clinging to it with everything they had.”
4 Hearts from Sizzling Hot Reads: “It had the hot steamy sex scenes but also the mystery behind the group Ethan belonged too. I look forward to more from the Assassins and Sweethearts series.”
4 stars from Redz World Reviews: “over all this is a great start to what promises to be a good series”
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S.J. Maylee fell in love with storytelling at a young age and with it came a deep-seated desire for everyone to find their happily ever after. She’s finding the happy endings for her characters one steamy story at a time. When she’s not reading or writing, you can find her caring for her garden, laughing with her two young sons, or dancing to her husband’s music. She’s a PMP (Project Management Professional), Nia instructor, and coffee addict. As a writer she has a tendency to break hearts, but she always glues them back together.
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Thank you for having me today. I'm so excited! Desire Protected is now FREE everywhere.
I'm in LOVE with my Assassins and Sweethearts and I'm working hard to bring you more in this series. Until then, I give you a romance that will rock your world. With Desire Protected, I explore a couple who has already fallen in love. They've already committed their lives to one another. BUT, that's not where their story ends. Desire Protected explores what happens next. Nadia is in love with an assassin. It isn't going to be easy.
Will love conquer all?
Will love protect?
Find out in this sexy suspenseful NEW FREE Read.
Amazon | Evernight | Barnes & Noble | Bookstrand
All Romance EbooksKobo | iTunes | Smashwords
Desire Protected
Assassins and Sweethearts Series
by: S.J. Maylee
Contemporary Erotic Romantic Suspense
FREE READ!!Book Description:
Nadia Duskin has already found her hero and she’s determined not to lose him...
Ethan Wright has just been handed one of the most disturbing jobs of his career, killing a vicious madam who’s tricking her employees and selling them to human traffickers. He’s determined to take the woman out, and all is going according to plan, until Nadia shows up and everything veers off course. Now he must find a way to complete his mission and save the woman he loves.
Be Warned: light BDSM and spanking
Early praise for
Desire Protected:
5 stars from Liz's Reading Life: Desire Protected is a quick, sensual, heart pounding read that will have you desiring more.
5 stars from a reader, Tracy W: Another well done story from an author I come back to again and again.
5 stars from a reader, Doris O: Suspense, heat, and above all love. Read it, you won't be disappointed.
Excerpt:
Coming here had been stupid. If she left quickly, Ethan would never know she’d been there.A step inside and she knew she’d made the wrong decision.Ethan stood and came at her. “What are you doing here?”“Ah.” She pushed the door closed behind her and stayed put. “I’m ah…”“How did you get in here?”“I took a cab. You’re busy. I’ll just get back in a cab and go home.” She turned around.He stepped in behind her and placed his hand on the door above her head. “Don’t make another move.” He kicked her feet apart and pressed his body to hers.She stared at the door. An ache rushed from her chest to the back of her throat, and then she heard a tiny little click.He pulled her hair back and brought his lips to her ear. “They can still see us but our voices are blocked for thirty seconds.”She had no idea what to say to him. Many times they discussed how dangerous it would be for her to get caught up in his business. “I’m sorry.” What a pathetic thing to say. She knew better.“You followed me here?”“I did.” Her stupid jealousy had gotten her here. She felt like a child. Maybe she should be punished like one. She tapped her head on the door.“We’ll have a long talk about this when we get home.”“I understand, Sir.” Her voice came out crackly.“How did you find my room?”“I may have told this second blonde woman I just started working here.” She wanted to crawl under the table.“You did what?” His tone had gotten awfully low. “What do you mean second blonde?”“Shit.” She tapped her head on the door again. Then she remembered the cameras. “I’m supposed to be in here making you happy.”“You’ve failed.”“Hey!” She turned around and he plastered himself to her.“You have no idea the kind of danger you’re in this very minute.”“From you? Yeah, I have an idea.”“I’m the least of your worries. I’m working tonight.”She sucked in a deep breath. Her heartbeat raced. “I’m so sorry.” Not only had she betrayed her promise to Ethan, but she’d put both their lives in danger.He put his hand around her throat and squeezed. “Shhh.” He stroked along the back of her neck. His touch may have been gentle but his palm pushed her head back, bringing her gaze to his. “Follow my lead and I’ll get you out of here, but first I will make good use of our time.” His beautiful hazel eyes turned dark as night.“Okay.” She trusted him and believed with her whole heart he’d get her out of this situation. A tiny click signaled the end to their privacy.“Are you sure about that?” He hauled her back to the couch where he’d been sitting and pulled her over his lap.“What are you doing?” She kicked her legs.“You need to make me happy, wouldn’t want you getting fired on your first day.” He flipped up her skirt and yanked down her panties.
Praise for the first book in the Assassins and Sweethearts Series
Desire Unexpected:
5 stars from Cocktails and Books: “Their love for each other was very fierce, and when they began to have sex, it goes completely off the charts. Their love scenes were intense and oh, so hot! They had feeling of a kind of desperation to them. They’ve found what they were looking for in each other, and they’re clinging to it with everything they had.”
4 Hearts from Sizzling Hot Reads: “It had the hot steamy sex scenes but also the mystery behind the group Ethan belonged too. I look forward to more from the Assassins and Sweethearts series.”
4 stars from Redz World Reviews: “over all this is a great start to what promises to be a good series”
Where you can find Desire Unexpected
Amazon | Evernight Publishing | Barnes & NobleBookstrand
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S.J. MAYLEE BIO:
S.J. Maylee fell in love with storytelling at a young age and with it came a deep-seated desire for everyone to find their happily ever after. She’s finding the happy endings for her characters one steamy story at a time. When she’s not reading or writing, you can find her caring for her garden, laughing with her two young sons, or dancing to her husband’s music. She’s a PMP (Project Management Professional), Nia instructor, and coffee addict. As a writer she has a tendency to break hearts, but she always glues them back together.
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May 12, 2016
GUEST BLOGGER OCTOBER WEEKS WITH A TASTE SO BITTERSWEET
Please welcome my guest blogger, October Weeks with A TASTE SO BITTERSWEET
a Fiona Wesley novella (The Damned in the POV of a turned slayer)
Blurb:Eight years ago, twenty-nine year old slayer Fiona Wesley was turned into a vampire. She survived her transformation but carries the nightmares and scars from the attack. Continuing to hunt the worst of her kind keeps her grounded, as does her new family. She does her best to stay away from slayers, but the past has a way of sucker-punching a person.
Now, not only is she facing the beasts that turned her, but also the one slayer that’s given her nightmares. A slayer that was once her best friend. All of that just as she’s taking her first steps into the arms of the man she loves.
Excerpt:“Fiona.”Her name was spoken softly, in an old Danish tongue, and brought her through a sleepy fog. She couldn’t remember… What was she doing? Looking down, she saw that she was in a towel, sitting on the floor against the cool porcelain tub. The water was turned off. I must’ve fallen asleep before I even got in the bathtub. “Sorry,” she whispered as fingers slid through her hair.This happened when she went too long between feedings, though this time it was not of her doing. The depleting of reserves happened more quickly in her because of her active slayer blood. She would wake to find she had fallen asleep, her memory cloudy as to how she gotten to where she was and often, though not this time, her vision would be slightly blurred. But she hadn’t felt an urgency to feed when she turned the bath water on.“Do not worry,” Mads said softly as he drew her to her feet so she wouldn’t feel so vulnerable with him. He rested his back against the wall as she fought to keep her head up. She was waking more and more, and realizing her surroundings.“Feed from me, Fiona. You need the blood, min skat.”Her body became aware of his closeness as he spoke, just as sunlight started to come into the room. She had not fed from Mads in almost two years, and she knew he had guessed the reason for that. It no doubt angered him to know she truly thought she didn’t deserve that kind of happiness, that kind of pleasure, after what she had done. And yet, knowing all of that, he never stopped calling her min skat; my treasure.“You need to feed.”The dawn began to golden the bathroom and she felt the weight of tiredness hit her again, anchoring her into it. “Everything happened too fast,” she said, barely audible. He laid his hand on the back of her neck. “You know that. Sasha must have told you about the strigoi.”“He did,” he said. “I know you do not wish to feed from me, Fiona, but my blood is stronger than all but one other in this house. It will strengthen you while you sleep.” His gentle tone made her meet his eyes. “You do not have to take much, just enough to replenish you. When you wake you will need to feed again until your reserves are full.”She sighed heavily and leaned her forehead on his chest when the rising sun bathed the room fully, sweeping over her. She inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of him, the luring sound of his blood in her ears. Masters such as he, as old as he, had blood that beckoned and tasted so good it was likened to the taste of chocolate for human women. So very tempting, and he was quite right—his blood would renew her system while she slept, and she could finish filling her reserves when she woke. The decision was easier to make with that on her mind.Common sense was a slayer’s best asset, along with trust in one’s instincts. It’s what kept most of them alive. And a slayer she still very much was.Mads sank a hand into her still up-do hair and massaged her scalp gently, and she let him feel her heavy need. He felt it when she made her decision and unbuttoned the last two buttons of his shirt, opening it wide enough for her to take from his chest.“Take from me,” he whispered in her mind, coaxing her gently. “Take what you want, what you need, of my blood, min skat.”She moved her head slowly back and forth, caressing his bare skin with her teeth. Her canines grew to an inch in length.“Take from me.” His voice caressed.Fiona sank her fangs into his chest, just deep enough for a steady flow of blood. She retracted them so her mouth could cling freely to the smooth flesh just above the light covering of chest hair. He tasted far more enticing than she remembered: sweet, with a hint of honey and a touch of sea salt … and deliciously warm. His hand in her hair tightened as he held her head to his chest, his other hand lightly touching her left hip. She knew he was fighting not to touch her like he wanted to, that he felt this moment was meant to be relished for what she could give, not for what he could very easily take. “I forgot how good you taste,” she whispered in his mind.He growled low, and his hand tightened slightly on both her head and her hip. “You have enough, Fiona,” he whispered, regretfully. “You may stop.”Fiona took in one last swallow of his blood before stopping, letting out a moan that spoke volumes, even as soft as it was.
Buy Links: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/a-taste-so-bittersweet-by-october-weeks/https://www.amazon.com/Taste-Bittersweet-Fiona-Wesley-Novella-ebook/dp/B01F49TAUW https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-atastesobittersweet-2034476-140.html
Author Bio:October Weeks is a paranormal/dark fantasy/horror writer and a reader with too many books and not enough shelves!She lives in Vermont. Autumn is her favorite season- October and November are her favorite months. Loves: reading, writing, movies (horror, sci-fi, and fantasy especially), taking walks, fishing, and family. Obsessions: Lindt dark chocolate and the SyFy Channel.She also writes paranormal and erotic romance under the name Libby Bishop.
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Thanks so much for stopping by, October. :)
a Fiona Wesley novella (The Damned in the POV of a turned slayer)Blurb:Eight years ago, twenty-nine year old slayer Fiona Wesley was turned into a vampire. She survived her transformation but carries the nightmares and scars from the attack. Continuing to hunt the worst of her kind keeps her grounded, as does her new family. She does her best to stay away from slayers, but the past has a way of sucker-punching a person.
Now, not only is she facing the beasts that turned her, but also the one slayer that’s given her nightmares. A slayer that was once her best friend. All of that just as she’s taking her first steps into the arms of the man she loves.
Excerpt:“Fiona.”Her name was spoken softly, in an old Danish tongue, and brought her through a sleepy fog. She couldn’t remember… What was she doing? Looking down, she saw that she was in a towel, sitting on the floor against the cool porcelain tub. The water was turned off. I must’ve fallen asleep before I even got in the bathtub. “Sorry,” she whispered as fingers slid through her hair.This happened when she went too long between feedings, though this time it was not of her doing. The depleting of reserves happened more quickly in her because of her active slayer blood. She would wake to find she had fallen asleep, her memory cloudy as to how she gotten to where she was and often, though not this time, her vision would be slightly blurred. But she hadn’t felt an urgency to feed when she turned the bath water on.“Do not worry,” Mads said softly as he drew her to her feet so she wouldn’t feel so vulnerable with him. He rested his back against the wall as she fought to keep her head up. She was waking more and more, and realizing her surroundings.“Feed from me, Fiona. You need the blood, min skat.”Her body became aware of his closeness as he spoke, just as sunlight started to come into the room. She had not fed from Mads in almost two years, and she knew he had guessed the reason for that. It no doubt angered him to know she truly thought she didn’t deserve that kind of happiness, that kind of pleasure, after what she had done. And yet, knowing all of that, he never stopped calling her min skat; my treasure.“You need to feed.”The dawn began to golden the bathroom and she felt the weight of tiredness hit her again, anchoring her into it. “Everything happened too fast,” she said, barely audible. He laid his hand on the back of her neck. “You know that. Sasha must have told you about the strigoi.”“He did,” he said. “I know you do not wish to feed from me, Fiona, but my blood is stronger than all but one other in this house. It will strengthen you while you sleep.” His gentle tone made her meet his eyes. “You do not have to take much, just enough to replenish you. When you wake you will need to feed again until your reserves are full.”She sighed heavily and leaned her forehead on his chest when the rising sun bathed the room fully, sweeping over her. She inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of him, the luring sound of his blood in her ears. Masters such as he, as old as he, had blood that beckoned and tasted so good it was likened to the taste of chocolate for human women. So very tempting, and he was quite right—his blood would renew her system while she slept, and she could finish filling her reserves when she woke. The decision was easier to make with that on her mind.Common sense was a slayer’s best asset, along with trust in one’s instincts. It’s what kept most of them alive. And a slayer she still very much was.Mads sank a hand into her still up-do hair and massaged her scalp gently, and she let him feel her heavy need. He felt it when she made her decision and unbuttoned the last two buttons of his shirt, opening it wide enough for her to take from his chest.“Take from me,” he whispered in her mind, coaxing her gently. “Take what you want, what you need, of my blood, min skat.”She moved her head slowly back and forth, caressing his bare skin with her teeth. Her canines grew to an inch in length.“Take from me.” His voice caressed.Fiona sank her fangs into his chest, just deep enough for a steady flow of blood. She retracted them so her mouth could cling freely to the smooth flesh just above the light covering of chest hair. He tasted far more enticing than she remembered: sweet, with a hint of honey and a touch of sea salt … and deliciously warm. His hand in her hair tightened as he held her head to his chest, his other hand lightly touching her left hip. She knew he was fighting not to touch her like he wanted to, that he felt this moment was meant to be relished for what she could give, not for what he could very easily take. “I forgot how good you taste,” she whispered in his mind.He growled low, and his hand tightened slightly on both her head and her hip. “You have enough, Fiona,” he whispered, regretfully. “You may stop.”Fiona took in one last swallow of his blood before stopping, letting out a moan that spoke volumes, even as soft as it was.
Buy Links: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/a-taste-so-bittersweet-by-october-weeks/https://www.amazon.com/Taste-Bittersweet-Fiona-Wesley-Novella-ebook/dp/B01F49TAUW https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-atastesobittersweet-2034476-140.html
Author Bio:October Weeks is a paranormal/dark fantasy/horror writer and a reader with too many books and not enough shelves!She lives in Vermont. Autumn is her favorite season- October and November are her favorite months. Loves: reading, writing, movies (horror, sci-fi, and fantasy especially), taking walks, fishing, and family. Obsessions: Lindt dark chocolate and the SyFy Channel.She also writes paranormal and erotic romance under the name Libby Bishop.
Media Links:Twitter: https://twitter.com/hauntedoctober
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/hauntedoctober
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Thanks so much for stopping by, October. :)
May 10, 2016
COVER REVEAL FOR DARK CAPTIVE MAY 20TH FROM EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING
Everyone has a dark side...Dark Captive anthology
The Shadow is one of the stories appearing in Evernight Publishing's anthology. I am beyond thrilled and honored to be a part of this with these very talented ladies: Jenika Snow, N.J. Young, Lily Harlem, Alexa Sinclaire, and Jocelyn Dex. And the awesome cover is designed by the amazingly talented Jay Aheer.
Here is a blurb from THE SHADOW
He came out of nowhere, like a shadow hiding in pitch darkness and turned Emily’s world upside down. Was she a victim of circumstance or part of a more sinister plan? After fighting, begging, and even praying for her freedom fails, she is given a choice … succumb to her Shadow’s commands or die. What Emily did not expect, was her unexplainable desire for her captor.
Brody Beckett thirsts for revenge. He wants those who wronged him to suffer, to bleed, and he’ll stop at nothing to achieve his goals. The last thing he needs is to go all soft on the beautiful woman who stars in each and every one of his nightmares. When doubt and suspicion seep in, Brody wonders if he could uncover the whole truth before he sentences Emily to a fate worse than death.
and how about a few teasers...
May 7, 2016
ALPHA BLOOD WINS 2016 READERS CHOICE AWARD FROM THE ROMANCE REVIEWS
Alpha Blood by Elena Kincaid, is the winner for the category Erotic Romance - Menage a Trois or More!
I am so thrilled and honored that Alpha Blood (Pack Warriors #1) has won its second Readers Choice Award. Thank you to everyone who voted!
Blurb:
Gemma, a she-wolf, alone and in unbearable pain, cries vengeance against the evil man who caused her suffering. Jordan, alpha of the White-Moon pack, the largest in the country, has a war to prepare for. Kane, his brother and beta, struggles to be worthy of the role thrust upon him.
When young girls start to disappear and rumors of a dangerous serum surface, the two men are brought face to face with their destiny. A fiery passion blooms between Gemma and her men, one that heals her body and soul, but a dangerous war still lies ahead. Will they be successful at stopping an evil tyrant before another girl goes missing or will Gemma pay the ultimate price? With her life!
Book Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UOlqDKzh5rU
Excerpt:
Gemma still ached all over, but the pain was now dull and tolerable. She knew her reprieve would be short. More pain waited for her throughout the night. Something was different, however. Warmth surrounded her on both sides as she rested on what felt like a soft bed. A pillow cushioned her head. She opened her eyes and bolted upright when a warm, calloused hand brushed her cheek.“Easy, you’re safe,” said a deeply rich and sexy voice. “Lie back down.” She looked around the spacious bedroom and even through the muted light could see the room was tastefully decorated with dark wood furniture matching the dark wood bedposts. A creamy white chaise sat in the corner with a cozy-looking rich brown throw blanket dangling off the side of it. She imagined herself lounging on it with a good book and a glass of wine sitting atop the small side table next to the chaise. Gemma did in fact feel safe, safer than she had felt in a very long time. She complied with the gentle command to lie down, pulling up the chartreuse-colored sheet that had pooled around her belly when she had sat up and she sensed a blush creep onto her cheeks while doing so. The memory of what had happened earlier in the forest with the two gorgeous men beside her came flooding back to her as well. They had given her a ray of hope when she had none left.At first she was on her guard, wary of anyone who dared approach her lest they were part of Pollux-Moon or in allegiance with them. Then she became angry that two complete strangers thought it their right to order her around, to touch her without her consent. She’d been in too much pain to realize that they only wanted to help her. So in agony and unfocused as she was, at first she hadn’t even realized that they were her mates.Mates. I have mates. She closed her eyes briefly and savored the delicious scents that surrounded her. Her pain had been reflected in their eyes earlier when she had locked gazes with them after she realized who they were to her. One of them had hair the color of midnight and eyes of gold. His hard gaze had softened when she stopped struggling and let him examine her. She found him looking at her when she opened her eyes again.“What’s your name?” he asked. He had a slightly deeper baritone than the one who commanded her to lie down.“I’m Gemma. But my friends call me Gem.”“You have a beautiful name, Gemma, Gem.” His smile was breathtaking. He looked so open and friendly, a complete contrast to how he had looked earlier when he was being bossy and commanding. “I’m Jordan. Alpha of the White-Moon pack. This is my brother and beta, Kane.”She looked over at Kane—hair nearly as dark as his brother’s, but eyes a mossy green—and managed a small smile. Both men were large and muscular and exuded a power hard to miss. They had identical tattoos on their left pectoral—a wolf’s paw print with a wolf face inside it. The eyes of each wolf, however, matched its owner’s. A full white moon stood out behind the paw and the White-Moon pack insignia, in elegant script, rested underneath. They both sported various other tattoos, but that particular one was breathtaking. “You had us worried there, little wolf,” Kane said. “How are you feeling?”“Like I just clawed my way out of hell for a temporary breather.” She hadn’t meant to say that out loud.Kane looked suddenly angry. “Who did this to you?”
Buy Links:
Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/alpha-blood-by-elena-kincaid/
Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Alpha-Blood-Pack-Warriors-Book-ebook/dp/B014U47Z6S
Amazon UK:http://www.amazon.co.uk/Alpha-Blood-Pack-Warriors-Book-ebook/dp/B014U47Z6S
Amazon CA: www.amazon.ca/Alpha-Blood-Pack-Warriors-Book-ebook/dp/B014U47Z6S
Amazon AU: www.amazon.com.au/Alpha-Blood-Pack-Warriors-Book-ebook/dp/B014U47Z6S
All Romace Ebooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-alphablood-1883980-146.html
Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/alpha-blood-mfm
I am so thrilled and honored that Alpha Blood (Pack Warriors #1) has won its second Readers Choice Award. Thank you to everyone who voted!
Blurb: Gemma, a she-wolf, alone and in unbearable pain, cries vengeance against the evil man who caused her suffering. Jordan, alpha of the White-Moon pack, the largest in the country, has a war to prepare for. Kane, his brother and beta, struggles to be worthy of the role thrust upon him.
When young girls start to disappear and rumors of a dangerous serum surface, the two men are brought face to face with their destiny. A fiery passion blooms between Gemma and her men, one that heals her body and soul, but a dangerous war still lies ahead. Will they be successful at stopping an evil tyrant before another girl goes missing or will Gemma pay the ultimate price? With her life!
Book Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UOlqDKzh5rUExcerpt:
Gemma still ached all over, but the pain was now dull and tolerable. She knew her reprieve would be short. More pain waited for her throughout the night. Something was different, however. Warmth surrounded her on both sides as she rested on what felt like a soft bed. A pillow cushioned her head. She opened her eyes and bolted upright when a warm, calloused hand brushed her cheek.“Easy, you’re safe,” said a deeply rich and sexy voice. “Lie back down.” She looked around the spacious bedroom and even through the muted light could see the room was tastefully decorated with dark wood furniture matching the dark wood bedposts. A creamy white chaise sat in the corner with a cozy-looking rich brown throw blanket dangling off the side of it. She imagined herself lounging on it with a good book and a glass of wine sitting atop the small side table next to the chaise. Gemma did in fact feel safe, safer than she had felt in a very long time. She complied with the gentle command to lie down, pulling up the chartreuse-colored sheet that had pooled around her belly when she had sat up and she sensed a blush creep onto her cheeks while doing so. The memory of what had happened earlier in the forest with the two gorgeous men beside her came flooding back to her as well. They had given her a ray of hope when she had none left.At first she was on her guard, wary of anyone who dared approach her lest they were part of Pollux-Moon or in allegiance with them. Then she became angry that two complete strangers thought it their right to order her around, to touch her without her consent. She’d been in too much pain to realize that they only wanted to help her. So in agony and unfocused as she was, at first she hadn’t even realized that they were her mates.Mates. I have mates. She closed her eyes briefly and savored the delicious scents that surrounded her. Her pain had been reflected in their eyes earlier when she had locked gazes with them after she realized who they were to her. One of them had hair the color of midnight and eyes of gold. His hard gaze had softened when she stopped struggling and let him examine her. She found him looking at her when she opened her eyes again.“What’s your name?” he asked. He had a slightly deeper baritone than the one who commanded her to lie down.“I’m Gemma. But my friends call me Gem.”“You have a beautiful name, Gemma, Gem.” His smile was breathtaking. He looked so open and friendly, a complete contrast to how he had looked earlier when he was being bossy and commanding. “I’m Jordan. Alpha of the White-Moon pack. This is my brother and beta, Kane.”She looked over at Kane—hair nearly as dark as his brother’s, but eyes a mossy green—and managed a small smile. Both men were large and muscular and exuded a power hard to miss. They had identical tattoos on their left pectoral—a wolf’s paw print with a wolf face inside it. The eyes of each wolf, however, matched its owner’s. A full white moon stood out behind the paw and the White-Moon pack insignia, in elegant script, rested underneath. They both sported various other tattoos, but that particular one was breathtaking. “You had us worried there, little wolf,” Kane said. “How are you feeling?”“Like I just clawed my way out of hell for a temporary breather.” She hadn’t meant to say that out loud.Kane looked suddenly angry. “Who did this to you?”
Buy Links:
Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/alpha-blood-by-elena-kincaid/
Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Alpha-Blood-Pack-Warriors-Book-ebook/dp/B014U47Z6S
Amazon UK:http://www.amazon.co.uk/Alpha-Blood-Pack-Warriors-Book-ebook/dp/B014U47Z6S
Amazon CA: www.amazon.ca/Alpha-Blood-Pack-Warriors-Book-ebook/dp/B014U47Z6S
Amazon AU: www.amazon.com.au/Alpha-Blood-Pack-Warriors-Book-ebook/dp/B014U47Z6S
All Romace Ebooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-alphablood-1883980-146.html
Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/alpha-blood-mfm
May 3, 2016
GUEST BLOGGER PERI ELIZABETH SCOTT WITH NOT JUST FRIENDS
Please welcome my guest blogger today, Peri Elizabeth Scott with NOT JUST FRIENDS.Thank you for having me on your blog today!
Not Just FriendsRomance on the GoEvernight PublishingPublished April 28, 2016
Blurb:
He has an insatiable penchant for tall, leggy blondes, and Taylor Simmons finds Nash Porter’s reputation unsettling, despite how much she likes the guy. As she’s come to learn over the years, there’s more to Nash than his assumed sexual prowess, and her short, brunette stature ensures their solid friendship will remain just that.
Except Nash has been invading her personal space of late, and that’s far more unsettling. It’s time to extricate herself from his sphere, because she can’t have anything more than a friendship with someone who reminds her of a past she conquered and left behind. Unless Nash can convince her otherwise…
Excerpt:
“Taylor.” Christina made her name sound like a rebuke. “Hi, Chris.” She concentrated on her driving, the speaker above her head crackling a little.“You’re not here. It’s Thursday.”“I told you I had to work. I left you a message.”“Oh. Today?” Her friend wasn’t great at checking her voicemail.“Today.”“You should have texted.” “Sorry.”Voices swelled in the background and a door slammed. “Everyone’s here but you.”“Again, I’m sorry. The client could only meet after work.” And on any day of the week, so Taylor chose Thursday. A couple of weeks without seeing Nash should put things back to normal.“So it’s not… Wait a second.” Another door closed, and things were quieter. “So it’s not because of Nash?”Wait. What? “You’ll have to speak up, Chris. I’m driving and hands free isn’t as clear.”“It isn’t about Nash?”“What about him?” There, a nice, nebulous response while she gathered her thoughts.“Um, Bryan said… Well, he said Nash and you were … exploring something.”No. And no. He did not. She gripped the wheel and checked her mirror, pulling into the outside lane and finding a place to drive off and stop. The little turnoff was graveled and it gritted beneath the tires, much the same way Christina’s newsflash ground in her brain.“Taylor?”“Sorry, traffic.” She slammed the shifter into Park and set her forehead on the steering wheel. Any softer feelings for Nash blew right out the window. “I don’t follow. The thing about Bryan and Nash.”Christina huffed. “They were talking at work and Nash told Bry that he was interested. In you. Like dating.”Her laughter might filter through the hands free as more convincing than it sounded in the confines of the car. Bad words hovered in her throat and she swallowed them down. She chose something frivolous to say instead. “What was he smoking?”“I asked the same thing, Taylor. And you know Nash…”“I do know Nash.” Taylor leaned her head back on the seat rest. “And I don’t date … guys who have a different woman every week, Chris. What, has he run out of tall, leggy blondes in this state? It’s not that far over the line into the next one. An easy drive.”They both laughed, but in truth, Taylor felt like crying. She’d known Nash for five years, met him when Christina drew her into their little group. The ensuing years had evoked a deeper, more intimate relationship with all the members, including Nash. She knew his foibles and his strengths. He was a good man and a good friend, and in a short period of time, she managed to overlook—or at least not judge, too much—his way with the ladies. His incredible good looks went a long way, but after seeing them as often as she had, they didn’t have the same impact. Right?His sense of humor and fairness, his caring for family and friends, kindness to animals, his strong work ethic, and total honesty made up most of the fabric that was Nash Porter. She flinched in that moment. Maybe he saw past Taylor’s definitely not leggy, blonde, and beautiful appearance and appreciated who she was behind her exterior. What had he said? Kind and gentle—when she wasn’t on a righteous crusade—and with a core of steel. Hardly superficial, when she thought on it. She stared into the rear view mirror, surveying her tousled brown hair that curled in any amount of humidity, but was soft with natural highlights, and framed her small face nicely. Her eyes were her best feature, widely spaced beneath feathered eyebrows, their hazel depths shifting with her moods or reflecting the colors she wore. Today they were green. Green for uncertainty. She ran a finger down her straight nose and tapped her lips. She was pressing them too tightly together of late, so she relaxed them into their natural fullness. Centerfold material she was not, but she wasn’t ugly either. And she kept herself in shape, walking every day and finding time in her schedule for yoga. Her just less than a C-cup breasts matched the rest of her, even if she sometimes longed to be a few inches taller. Standing on tip toes could be a bummer. With a sigh, she focused on the conversation with Christina. “Sorry, Chris. I missed most of that.”“I said for sure Nash must have run out of those blondes because he hasn’t been seeing anyone for weeks now. Maybe months. Like a drought. Haven’t you noticed the lack of references to any women in his life? The guys aren’t even bugging him about them. And he’s always around lately.”Taylor was really glad she wasn’t driving. Her brain ticked over, sorting through the times Nash had “just happened by” at her work of late, with a cup of her favorite tea, saying he had business. It hadn’t made much of an impact, seeing as he was an architect and often consulted with the interior designers—including her—in her office building. He was being Nash, kind and thoughtful for a friend.The teaming up with her on game night, blocking Graham’s attempts to partner her, was different, and more frequent. She liked Graham, but he drove her crazy when they partnered up. When she joined forces with Nash … they fit. They got one another and it felt so comfortable and fun. Tick, tick, tick.Showing up to carry her groceries to the lift those two times when she’d bemoaned that task at game night—she hadn’t invited him in then either, and he’d given her that little salute when she’d thanked him and … dismissed him? Lord. Was she living in a different dimension? She hadn’t meant to be rude…He’d been at the coffee house nearly every time she made it there—and Morris the barista and Nash exchanged those meaningful glances, like they had a secret. Tick, tick, tick. Had he been … courting … her?
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About the author:
Peri Elizabeth Scott lives in Manitoba, Canada. Peribeth recently closed her part time private practice as a social worker and child play therapist, and now she and her husband have a seasonal business and pretend to work well together. Writing for years, mostly short stories and poetry, she has published dark erotica under another pen name and reads everything she can lay her hands on.http://www.perielizabethscott.com/https://www.facebook.com/
Thanks so much for stopping by, Peri Elizabeth. :)
