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Quintessentially Q (Monsters in the Dark, Book #2)
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Synopsis

“All my life, I battled with the knowledge I was twisted… fucked up to want something so deliciously dark—wrong on so many levels. But then slave fifty-eight entered my world. Hissing, fighting, with a core of iron, she showed me an existence where two wrongs make a right.”

Tess is Q’s completely. Q is Tess’s irrevocably. But now, they must learn the boundaries of their unconventional relationship, while Tess seeks vengeance on the men who sold her. Q made a blood-oath to deliver their corpses at Tess’s feet, and that’s just what he’ll do.

He may be a monster, but he’s Tess’s monster.


Series: Monsters in the Dark, #2
Genre: Erotic/Dark Romance
Release Date: December 15, 2013
QQ – Teaser

“You need me like I need you. I get it,” she murmured.

I ducked and nuzzled her throat, teeth aching to break her skin and lick. “And why is that?” My hand reached to cup her neck, not squeezing—just a gentle coax, reminding her she was in my power.

Her mouth opened and her body melted against mine. “Because…”

My body burned for her; my ears strained for her answer. “Because…” I licked her lips, begging her to finish her sentence. I had to hear why she cared. It meant the world to me. I would never have cared about another person loving me before. Now, I needed it more than anything. Tess kissed me back, whispering into my mouth. “Because you’re my monster in the dark, and I’m yours.”

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Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero the better and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex… her books have sex.


She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby (who speaks French—hot!) who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends. She loves to hear from her readers so hit her up at pepperwinters@gmail.com


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Melissa's Fate #SatSpanks #don'tstop

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My #SatSpanks is coming from my new novella called Melissa's Fate!***
Mel took a sharp intake of air bracing herself mentally and physically for what he was about to do. Slowly he massaged her clitoris with his fingers, working them over and around the peak of her arousal.  She particularly enjoyed when he did that, hell she would climax from his clitoral stimulation, if he would let her.
Moaning louder, she rocked her pussy against his hand, her juices flowing freely like a fountain. Tiny spasms shot the cleft between her legs and she was sure she’d orgasm within minutes or even worst seconds.  She was so close and it felt amazing. “Don’t stop,” she moaned through clenched teeth.  Her body was so alive, so overcome with pleasure, intense sensations that made her feel like she would just explode and bask in ecstatic bliss.
Suddenly he pulled away. 
  Summary:
Life was quite predictable for Melissa Clayton, she had a good job, a loving boyfriend and everything seemed to have fallen in place for her. However when a family emergency arises, she leaves Texas for a while, engaging in a long distance relationship with her lover. When she returns things are not the same.
Heartbroken she moves back to California vowing to never love again. But life can be unpredictable. A blind date with a handsome young designer, proves to be just the beginning of something beautiful for the emotionally scarred Melissa. Perhaps everything she’d been through was meant to bring her to this point.
Could this be her fate? Could David Whitmore be the ONE?
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Title: Reaching RachelSeries: Living Again #2Author: L.L. CollinsAnticipated Release Date: February 2014Genre: Contemporary RomanceSynopsisRachel has always been seen as a wild child, never committing or settling down. She wants it that way, so that no one ever finds out the truth. Deep down, she is crushed over something that happened years ago that resulted in losing the only man she ever loved. Then she meets someone who tries to convince her that she’s ready to commit again. But some things are not what they seem. Realizing too late that she’s in over her head, and with her life on the line, she comes face to face with her past in a way she never thought possible. Devin was in love once, and it destroyed him, making him swear off love forever. After a promotion and subsequent move unexpectedly brings him into the middle of her dangerous situation, he must come face to face with his past and to the woman who broke him into pieces. But she needs help. Desperately. And maybe, just maybe, he didn't know the real truth of their past. Can he help her survive the terrible ordeal she's been through, and during it all, can he safeguard his heart from her? Or will the truth of the pain that has kept them apart show him that he can't live without her after all?
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18275832-reaching-Rachel About the Author LL Collins is a teacher who loves spending her days in the Florida sun with her husband and boys, reading, and writing. Her love of writing has found a home in the self-publishing world. Living Again her first novel, is available now exclusively on Amazon, in both eBook and paperback. Her second novel, Reaching Rachel, will be released in January 2014. LL has been writing since she was old enough to write. Always a story in her head, she finally decided to let the characters out and start writing and try to make her lifelong dreams of becoming an author come true. She has been a teacher for over ten years, a wife for 14, and a mom to two boys, 11 and 9.
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Synopsis:

THE PROTECTORS: Though they work independently and at times are oceans apart, their ties to each other remain strong. They’re related by blood or bond – this group of men and women in law enforcement, government intelligence, and the military who do what others cannot to serve, defend, and protect.

HIDE: THE PROTECTORS SERIES — BOOK FOUR

Allison Sandoval is on the run after discovering the secret her new husband, Rafael, the leader of a South American country, has kept hidden from the world. She must tell what she knows and stop Rafael but she is on her own, physically weakened by his abuse, and she is running out of time.

Zach Corrigan, owner of a Special Ops organization, accepts the job to find Allison, a woman he is told is mentally ill and who suffers from hallucinations and paranoia. But when Zach finds her, something isn't right and after he returns her to her husband, Zach can't get her out of his mind or the belief that he's made a mistake in taking her back.

Zach is determined to right that wrong. What began as a job is turning into something more. With Zach, Allison finds a refuge and something she’d given up on, hope. But Rafael isn't the only one hunting Allison. The CIA wants her too. Zach will do everything in his power to make Allison safe, beginning with finding a place for her to hide. But with enemies all around them, there is no place to hide . . . ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦Buy NowAmazon:  http://tiny.cc/65ku7wBarnes & Noble:  http://tiny.cc/k8ku7wKobo:  http://tiny.cc/f9ku7w♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦Excerpt

Chapter Two


After Sandoval left, Zach took out his cell phone and called his second-in-command. Despite the time, Gavin Chase answered at once with a cheery, “What’s up, boss?” “Got a job,” Zach said. “Who do you want for it? I’ll round them up.” “It’s not something that requires the team. I have this one, but I need you to run a check on the guy who hired us. South American named Rafael Sandoval. His country’s been in and out of the news in the last year. Sandoval’s father, the president and dictator, died about a year back and Sandoval has taken up the reins.” “Yeah, I read about this guy. He says with his father’s death he wants to put an end to the old ways. Wants to democratize the country. He’s been in talks here about doing that. What does he need us for?” “It’s a personal matter. His wife left him. She wandered off. She’s not well and needs to be found now. I told him I’d find her. Get on this right away, Chase.” “You got it.” Zach showered and dressed and by the time he left his bedroom, Chase was back on the phone. “I found a newspaper photo of him and a hot blonde,” Chase said. “The photo accompanied an engagement announcement. Wife, Allison, maiden name, Kent, is from D.C. She was a school teacher. Both parents still living. One sibling, a sister. Allison met Sandoval a year ago while she was taking her fifth graders on a tour of the White House and he was on his first diplomatic visit.” Chase added background and current information on Sandoval, including the hotel where Sandoval was staying, though Zach knew for security reasons Sandoval’s location would be kept confidential and not be disclosed to the media or the public. That hadn’t stopped Chase from finding out. Chase provided details of Sandoval’s accommodation and who, among his personal staff and bodyguards, were traveling with him. “No red flags, Zach,” Chase concluded. “Nothing on him.” It was a routine check Zach never overlooked with a new client. He didn’t like surprises. “I’ll be in touch.” Zach ended the call. Allison Sandoval had been missing for some time. He needed to find her.


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Allison had remained huddled into herself throughout the night. Her muscles had stiffened from bunching them as tightly as she could in an attempt to combat the cold and from the cold itself. The alcove had cut some of the wind but could do nothing to dispel the bitter chill of the air. It was now dawn. Rafael was supposed to fly home this morning. She had no illusions her escape would be that easy. That he’d just leave and she was free. She couldn’t afford to stay put any longer. She had to get moving. She had a destination in mind. Once she reached it, she’d truly be free. Her stomach growled. She didn’t know when she’d last eaten. Her throat was parched. These discomforts were bearable. She’d endured so much worse. Once she got to where she was going, there’d be food there. She’d eat then. She could wait until then. She put her hand out, pushed off the brick and exited the alcove. A gust of wind blew into the alley. She shivered and hunched her shoulders. She moved as quickly as she was able, driven by the cold and by her desperate need to get where she was going. By the time she reached the end of the alley, she was almost running. She turned onto the sidewalk and collided with a man on his way into the alley. “Mrs. Sandoval!” She hit the man squarely in the chest that was rock-hard and took her breath with the force of the impact. She would have landed on the ground but his hands came up to steady her. Big hands like the rest of him. His body was all muscle, solid. In another lifetime she would have appreciated how good the man looked but right now her stomach clenched at hearing her name on his lips and all she could think was that he was formidable. She looked up at him. He had piercing eyes in his handsome face and those eyes looked as hard as the rest of him. “Mrs. Sandoval,” he repeated. She had to get away. She brought her knee up. The man dodged the blow easily. His grip on her tightened, not enough to hurt but enough to remove any notion that she could get away from him. “I’m not going to hurt you. My name is Zach Corrigan. I’m here to help you. Your husband sent me to find you and take you back to him.” The man—Zach—took one hand from her, unclipped his cell phone from his belt and held it out to her. “Call your husband to verify he sent me,” Zach said. “I won’t hurt you. All I want is for you to be back with him safe again.” Allison’s throat closed. Her chest tightened and she couldn’t breathe. She wouldn’t go back to Rafael. She began to fight this man with everything she had in her. Zach tightened his hold, pinning her arms. “You don’t know me and you have every reason to be cautious, but the truth here is I outweigh you by about seventy pounds and top you by a foot. If I wanted to force you to accompany me, you’d already be in my vehicle. Please. Call your husband.” Allison shook her head. “You can’t take me back to Rafael. I can’t go back to him.” “Your husband is worried about you. I’m here to help you.” “Please. Please. If you really want to help me, then let me go.”


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Allison Sandoval looked very different from the photo Zach had seen—a shell of the woman in the picture. Traces of her beauty were there, but despite the liberal application of cosmetics, her skin was pale, her eyes too huge in her face that was now far too thin. Her hair was done up, showing the delicate bones in her cheeks and jaw, and long glittering fake earrings that matched the rest of the fake jewelry she was decked out in. Jewelry that looked too heavy for her. Her fine gown hung on her skinny body. The woman looked ravaged by her illness. No wonder Sandoval was so desperate to find her. Despite the change in her appearance, Zach found he was unable to look away from her. She looked terrified but there was more than fear. Her mouth was pressed tightly in anger and defiance. The woman had fight in her. She was not the meek woman he’d expected. It made him wonder what Allison Sandoval had been like before she became ill. Zach would bet she’d been a lot more than just a pretty face. Allison strained against his hold. Despite the fact that she was doing her best to break away from him, he lightened his grip. The woman felt like she’d break under his hands. She glanced at his phone—at him—as if he were a snake. How to reassure her? “I’ll help you,” he said softly. He held her gaze and nodded once slowly. “By taking me back to Rafael?” Her eyes flashed in anger. “That isn’t helping me. Rafael will kill me.” Her words shook Zach. He reminded himself what Sandoval had said about her mental condition. That she suffered from paranoia. “No one is going to kill you. Your husband wants you safe.” He was still offering his phone. She still made no move to take it and he returned it to his belt. The woman was trembling and not just from fear but from the cold. Her dress was long and had sleeves but the material gave no insulation from the biting wind. “You’re freezing,” he said gently. Keeping one hand on her, he removed his jacket. With his free hand, he draped it around her. It fit him to the waist but fell below her knees. He didn’t know if she was even aware he’d placed it on her. She continued to watch him as if she thought he might pounce on her. He knew how to incite fear but he didn’t want that now. He didn’t want Allison to be afraid of him. It was time they got moving. “My vehicle isn’t far. Let’s get you out of the cold.” She made a sound of distress. “I won’t be going with you.” Her words came fast. Her voice was harsh with terror. “I’ll continue on my own.” He couldn’t let her do that. “No reason to. Let me help you.” He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to get through to her, given what Sandoval had told him about her mental state. “This way to my vehicle.” “Just turn your back and let me walk away. I know Rafael must be paying you a lot of money to take me back but I’ll find a way to repay you. Just, please, let me go.” The woman was begging him and her pleading got to him but he couldn’t let himself act on it. She wasn’t in a position to determine what was best for herself. He had to harden himself against her pleas. She wasn’t well. “I can’t do that and it isn’t because of the money. I can’t in good conscience let you go off on your own.” She laughed then, a harsh bitter sound. “Conscience? You work for Rafael, you have no conscience.” Zach didn’t respond. He took a step but she dug in her heels. He could force her to move of course, or scoop her into his arms and move her himself. No, he’d just let her be. He unclipped his phone once again and made the call to Sandoval. Sandoval arrived quickly. The limousine pulled up to the curb. Sandoval waited for the driver to round the car and open the door for him, then slowly stepped out. Allison looked at Sandoval and shuddered. Zach still had one hand on her and felt it. Her eyes became opaque with terror and then a look of resignation and hopelessness filled them that kicked Zach in the gut. Sandoval nodded to the muscle who served as his driver and the man took Allison by the elbow. Zach realized he was still holding her and released her. The driver led her to the car where she disappeared behind the tinted glass. “Mr. Corrigan,” Sandoval said. Zach forced himself to look away from the limo and to the man. “I will be taking my wife home tonight,” Sandoval said. “Goodbye.” Sandoval withdrew an envelope bulging with cash from inside his coat and held it out to Zach. When Zach didn’t reach for it, Sandoval tossed the envelope at Zach’s feet. That done, he returned to the limousine and the vehicle drove away.   ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦Meet the Author

Karen Fenech writes contemporary and historical romantic suspense and suspense-mystery. Her novels, originally released in hardcover by Gale under the Five Star Expressions imprint, have received critical acclaim and have been praised by New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors Kat Martin, Maureen Child, and Debra Webb. Her novel BETRAYAL has been translated into Japanese, and her short fiction has been translated into Swedish, Danish, and Norwegian. She lives with her husband and daughter.


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Heat up your holiday for only 99 Cents! Little Drummer Boy - Vol. 3 of the Savannah Rossi ChroniclesPublished Dec. 16, 20125,837 wordsErotic Romance
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It's Christmas Eve and sexy singer/songwriter Savannah Rossi has plans to spend the evening at a local jazz club sitting in with a friend's band. After months of flirtation with the smouldering drummer, she's also got plans to light his yule log after the gig. Oh cum all ye faithful, it's the most wonderful time of the year! 
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The Savannah Rossi Chronicles are a series of stand alone short stories/novellas preceding an eventual full length novel that follow the steamy adventures of sexy, independent, musically-gifted singer/songwriter Savannah Rossi, who is teetering on the verge of national success. This is no spoiled brat pop princess looking to be saved. Confident, driven, intelligent and unabashed in her sexuality, Savannah has created her own success and enjoys a vibrant sex life on her own terms with men of her choosing. Is it possible that any one man could tame such an independent free spirit? Who says she even needs to be tamed? Join Savannah on her erotic musical journey to find out! Ten volumes total are planned, to be followed up with a full length novel. So don't worry; Sav will get her HEA! BUY 'LITTLE DRUMMER BOY' NOW!               CHRISTMAS STORY GIVEAWAY!!!ONE LUCKY WINNER GETS THE WHOLE SHEBANG!a Rafflecopter giveaway
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Deliza Rafferty is a new erotic romance writer located in Hollywood. She's written all sorts of stories and poems for personal enjoyment since she was a little girl, but has spent most of her career in the music business. She is venturing into sharing her musings publicly for the very first time and is excited that modern day technology allows her to do it at her leisure. "Deliza" means "gives pleasure and "Rafferty" means "rich and prosperous." With a name like that, what else could she do? Well...legally, anyway?
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Hers to Cherish by Patricia A. Knight

Hers to Cherish by Patricia A. Knight
Description:
Who would’ve thought a rogue nobleman and a secret agent tied in shibari knots would be so instrumental in saving a world from sexual slavery.
Ramsey desperately needs a pardon. The catch: Win a grueling and bloody gladiator game. His consolation: Elite mercenary, Steffania Rickard, has been ordered to help DeKieran ~ posing as his sexual submissive.

When Ramsey DeKieran, disgraced nobleman and accused murderer, is offered a pardon Ram knows there'll be a catch. The High Lord of Verdantia offers him a clean slate in exchange for the off-world rescue of a Verdantian noblewoman ~ a suicide mission that has already cost the lives of good men. The one redeeming feature is the assistance of the stunning captain of Verdantia’s elite mercenary team.

For Captain Steffania Rickard, assisting DeKieran in the rescue of a woman critical to the future of Verdantia will be difficult enough. The rogue trips all her triggers ~ good and bad. Infinitely worse, to fit into the culture of Vxloncia, she must pose as Ram's sex slave. The sexually dominant Ramsey is nothing if not perceptive and Steffania doubts her carefully disguised and deeply hidden desires will remain concealed.

Their mission takes on new meaning when they unmask a heinous program of enslavement, long cloaked in secrecy. Together they must find a way to overcome their initial animosity and recover a woman vital to the future of their race. Together, they will have to bring a malicious entity to justice. In the maelstrom of sex, savagery, domination and submission, Ram and Steffania will need all their wits and strength to survive.
Excerpt:




Chapter One
N.T. Solar Date 4637
Captain Steffania Rickard of the elite Blue Daggers fumed silently as her eyes scanned the seedy brothel’s dark, empty, upstairs room. Damn-it-all. I was certain I’d finally caught up to him.She’d wasted the better part of two months looking for this man. Her shoulders slumped in fatigue. She’d expended no small amount of energy slipping into this absurdly well-guarded bedroom. Any number of disreputable fighting men watched the rooftop, the hall outside and the stairs to the upper levels. No one had watched the building’s exterior walls, however, so she scaled the three-story brothel’s ragged bricks and entered by a poorly secured window.  A small prick at her carotid, from what was certainly a razor sharp stiletto, froze her in place. She hardly dared to breathe. Her heart leapt like a springbokeluding a hunting cat. Stupid, stupid, stupid. You know not to let down your guard. “You are not my type, Steffania. I like my women submissive and kneeling at my feet – not contentious and sneaking behind my back. But if you want me bad enough to break in here, I’ll accommodate you.”Ramsey DeKieran’s deep, arrogant voice drawled low in her ear. He jerked her close, and his hard body pressed into her back. His hand roamed freely, intimately, between her thighs, across her abdomen then higher to fondle her breasts. He paused to toss her hidden blades and throwing crescents to the floor. She couldn’t mistake the prodding at the middle of her back for anything other than it was – a truly impressive erection.“You conceited ass, I’m not here for that,” she hissed as his fingers rolled one of her nipples, sending sensation zinging to her lower region.His knife still at her throat, he growled, “Turn very carefully. I need to check your back for weapons.”With a snarl of her own, she complied. Unusual eyes of glacial blue with an outer ring of darker blue locked with hers. An unfriendly grin stretched a full, generous mouth on a gaunt, chiseled face of high cheekbones and a straight-bridged aristocratic nose. An unkempt comma of black hair hung in the middle of his forehead. A day’s worth of dark beard shadowed his cheeks. He looked feral, undomesticated. His free hand roamed her back and buttocks, his arousal pressed into her soft abdomen. He found the knife at the small of her back and tossed it to the growing collection. To her horror, the flesh between her legs began to moisten. Damn him!He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Are you getting wet, sweetheart? Does dominance do it for you?”“Bastard!” She shoved herself violently away with both hands, angered further by his oh-so-accurate taunt. It had to be a guess. She’d kept those desires carefully hidden. She retreated several steps to face him, gasping in air. “Don’t flatter yourself.”A dark eyebrow arched slowly. “If you don’t want a good fuck, then what do you want, sweetheart?”Steffania prided herself on being a good liar. The trick was to weave in some truth with the lie. In truth, ever since she fought beside DeKieran in the Haarb wars, the scoundrel had headlined in her sexual fantasies. “I’m not your fucking sweetheart. You’re the last man I’d want.” She threw her head back and glared. “High Lord DeTano wants you. I’m just his messenger.”“Why would I do anything for Ari DeTano?”“For a pardon.”DeKieran straightened his relaxed posture. Not shrinking under his piercing examination took discipline. She stood motionless until the space between them vibrated with almost visible tension. Damn you, Ramsey. Say something.Finally, he shrugged. “I’ll hear what he has to say.”~ ~ ~The royal chambers for the Second Tetriarch. So this is how the nobility lives. Ram ran his eyes along the heavily carved, spice-wood paneling and then to the marble floor covered with a thick rug of tribal design in vibrant hues of red, cobalt blue and gold. He contrasted it with the rough timber walls plugged with rags and paper that enclosed his room at the whorehouse. The wafer-thin, shit-brown rug on the plank floor of his room had long ago lost its original color to noxious stains and ground-in dirt. His mind mentally tallied the worth of the gold picture frames holding miniature scenes  covering an antique occasional table and the unusual vase made of a precious-stone geode. A ten thousand credit vase holding common wild flowers. Pft.Someone has no regard for the rarity of that item. I wonder if it would be missed? He considered liberating the vase after he heard what Ari DeTano wanted. That one item would pay for his food and lodging, and that of his men, for the next five years. Ram was a stranger to this part of Verdantia’s capital. He knew only the underbelly of Sylvan Mintoth – the places where the filth of their planet collected – human and otherwise. He’d never imagined a time when he’d sit in Queen Constante’s opulent antechamber – the evident wealth an unwelcome reminder of a life that should have been his. It is what it is. Deal with it. He idly worried a toothpick, flipping it from one side to the other in his mouth. Two members of the ruling Tetriarch, High Lord DeTano and his lover, that blond devil of an assassin, Doral DeLorion, appraised Ram in silence. Ramsey returned their focused examination with cool self-possession. If they thought to make him nervous, they could think again. Only those with something to lose got nervous. Ram grinned at the feminine mercenary, Captain Steffania Rickard – a stunning, savagely competent soldier with breasts that begged fondling and lush lips that… Yeah, he knew where he’d like that mouth. Her unusual eyes of honey-gold glared back at him. Redheaded spitfire. He’d love to have her to himself for several days. The thought of taming the proud beauty speared heat through his groin. His dominance had aroused her. Ram knew it. He had an unerring instinct for detecting women who enjoyed what he delivered.  With a long-suffering sigh to indicate he didn’t have all day – well, he did, but those three didn’t need to know – Ram addressed DeTano. “Rickard said you wanted to talk to me. I’m here.” He crossed his legs with a casual indolence and rested an ankle on his knee. “What can a dispossessed nobleman and accused murderer do for High Lord DeTano?” DeTano nodded at his blond lover and second in the ruling trio. Other business occupied their beloved queen, or Fleur Constante would have been present, too. “We have an issue. Segundo DeLorion suggested your name as a solution. The Senzienza, in her obscure, mystical way, has indicated Lady Alessa DeAlbero is critical to the future of our world.”“So? You don’t need me to find a lost noble woman with invaluable genes. You command the resources of the SecondTetriarch. I’m just one man.”DeLorion crossed his arms, and his rich voice fell softly into the room. “We’ve tried for almost a year to recover her. We sent others – many others. They turned up dead – or not at all.”After a moment of silence, High Lord DeTano continued. “The Haarb sold Lady DeAlbero to Veacon Narr. We located her but before we could move, Narr hid her.”Ramsey grunted. “What makes you think the most notorious slaver in the Hyperion Galaxy is going to let me waltz in to extricate the woman if all your efforts have failed?”Again, DeLorion’s voice fell quietly in the room. “We just need you to find her and get her to a rendezvous point. We’ll get her off-planet. I have approached the League of Federated Planets for assistance. But it is as I suspected. Our galactic peacekeepers won’t act unless I can document serious violations of galactic law. They won’t act for the recovery of just one person.”Ram shook his head. “Still, why send me where others have failed?”The smile DeLorion bestowed on Ram would have shriveled lesser men. “I would prefer you dead. My sister seems to think you deserve a second chance.” Doral lifted a shoulder in a shrug and shook his head as if to say his sister’s desires were incomprehensible. “Why you? You demonstrate a remarkable penchant for self-preservation coupled with a reputation for accomplishing the impossible – all while eluding capture. Besides, I am tired of consoling the families of good men. You are more...expendable. No one will mourn your death.” Ramsey chuckled and returned his smile, in kind. “I did allow your sister to escape.”“You kidnapped her in the first place.”Ram shrugged. “I was paid to do a job. I did it.”Doral held Ram in an icy stare. “And yet you still live.”DeTano interrupted their innuendo-laden exchange and tossed a rolled parchment into Ram’s lap. “Read it. It absolves you of all crimes recorded against you, past or present. Find Lady Alessa DeAlbero, and we will sign it.”Ram picked it up and scanned it casually. DeTano was correct. The unsigned pardon was broad-sweeping. Ram’s eyebrows rose at the minutely detailed list of criminal involvements he’d  thought no one else knew about. “Someone has been very interested in me for a very long time.” He smiled without humor and tapped the scroll on his knee with an assumed air of boredom. “How will you convince our good queen to sign this?”DeTano looked at him thoughtfully. “Supreme Commander Eric DeStroia uncovered evidence that may cast doubt on your conviction.” Ari shrugged. “The case can be reopened.” A resurgence of pain at Desiree’s death and anger at his unjust conviction flooded Ram. Hell’s breath. Thought I had left those emotions behind. His sardonic gaze rose and caught first DeTano then DeLorion. “If I’m successful, you have Lady DeAlbero, if unsuccessful, my dead body, and all it costs you is a piece of paper.”A feral smile pulled at DeLorion’s face. “Yes. What I call a ‘win-win’ situation – for me.”Ramsey threw his head back and laughed. When he sobered, he observed, “Vxloncia is a hi-tech planet. I have never been off the surface of our primitive Verdantia. My lack of familiarity with anything technical will handicap me.”“Yes. We are aware of that. A Blue Dagger will accompany you,” DeTano said. Ram considered the elite off-world mercenaries who had remained on Verdantia at the end of the Haarb war. His illicit, paramilitary group assiduously avoided Captain Steffania Rickard and her Blue Daggers. If Doral DeLorion was Ari DeTano’s right hand, then Steffania Rickard was his left. The Daggers had earned their reputation as galactic ‘bad-asses’ in spectacular fashion during the Haarb wars. Ram had fought side-by-side with Steffania and her Daggers during one campaign. As much as he would trust his life to anyone, he’d trust it to the Daggers – particularly their red-haired commander. Ram grunted his acceptance. “It is also a world where male domination and female submission is enforced. I think their terms are dominus and slaaf.They hold their women close. Where do you suggest I start?”“With Narr, himself,” said DeTano. “One of our contacts said Narr was infatuated with Lady Alessa. He knows we look for her. He keeps her well hidden.”“And just how do I get close to Narr?”DeLorion uncrossed his arms and tossed another paper into Ramsey’s lap. “The planet holds ‘gladiator games’ as entertainment. Narr, the primary sponsor, is obsessed with the bloodshed and spectacle. He always invites the winner of the games to his compound for an orgy of celebration. That will be your best chance to find Lady DeAlbero.”Ram sighed and rubbed his face tiredly. “Gladiator games.” Shit.“We took the liberty of entering your name,” DeTano said. “It’s ‘no holds barred’, but the only weapons allowed are archaic. You will be familiar with all of them.”“Should be right up your alley, DeKieran. You get to fight dirty.” Captain Rickard’s feminine lilt spat the insult at him. “But this presupposes you’ll win.” He’d forgotten her presence. At her challenge to both his honor and his fighting prowess – all right, perhaps he had no honor, but the slur to his skills stung – Ram rose to his feet and turned to look at her. A wickedly satisfying thought formed. He threw a quick glance at DeTano. “A Blue Dagger goes with me, yes?” DeTano nodded. “I’ll take your job, on one condition.” Ram pointed at Steffania. “That Blue Dagger goes – as my sexual submissive.”

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Synopsis: As the Newlyweds embark on the erotic adventure of their honeymoon the sexual tension threatens to bubble over. They have endured a selfimposed sex embargo, part of an erotic pact that dares the Bride to expose her gorgeous body publicly; a pact designed to add a little fire to their honeymoon.
The Bride is full of life and energy, “…exquisite, still cocooned in the flowing white lie, a sterile illusion betrayed by her green eyes, a sparkling window to a soul exploding in colour.”
Erotic sparks begin to fly from the moment they are in the limo to the airport and continue throughout their international flight as they tease each other with scorching erotic fantasies and confessions.
Little do they know it will ignite an erotic inferno.
The enigmatic Groom is torn between his erotic fantasies of wifewatching and his possessive tendencies towards control and jealousy and his Bride knows it.
The Bride nervously fulfils her dare and finds her exhibitionism surprisingly fulfilling. Her Groom hahoped it would give her selfimage a boost and him a thrill but he gets more than he bargained for.
The Bride rebelliously fuels the inner battle in her new husband when they meet the charismatic alpha male Lancelot and the desirable Paulo, drawing her into an exploration of her own long suppressed erotic desires and sexual taboos.
Lancelot seems to understand her hidden needs better than she does and enjoys the challenge of forcing her astray, “a wedding ring is the ultimate sex toy and you already have one of them.”
Sexual boundaries are tested and then smashed as the Bride is taken to new erotic heights. “Inch by meaty inch they drag her to the peak of her private Everest.”
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My suffering for my art began at a tender age when I first started my research into erotica undressing a Barbie doll to explore her firm but nippleless breasts, resulting in a fair slapping from my mother when she caught me in the act.

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My #SatSpanks is coming from my new novella called Melissa's Fate! It's live! Finally!! I'll have the links at the end of the snippet. *** “Now, now, you’re not going to chicken out on me, are you?” Alan responded sarcastically massaging the sore area with his hand lightly.
“No,” Mel closed her eyes, bracing herself for another hard smack.
Another smack was delivered followed by a little chuckle from Alan. “If you want me to stop I will,” he added.
“I can take anything you have to dish out,” Mel responded, clenching her teeth in anticipation.
But he didn’t smack her again, instead he massaged the area, leaning to her body and planting a delicate kiss upon the spot.  Slowly the pain that she’d felt was replaced by a soothing pleasurable feeling and surprising she wanted to experience more of the pleasure filled pain.  And so she remained in position and for a short while he repeated his actions, smacking her bump then massaging and kissing it.  When he finally ended his little punishment, her body was a mass of delicious sensations about to convulse into a mind-blowing orgasm. 
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Life was quite predictable for Melissa Clayton, she had a good job, a loving boyfriend and everything seemed to have fallen in place for her. However when a family emergency arises, she leaves Texas for a while, engaging in a long distance relationship with her lover. When she returns things are not the same.
Heartbroken she moves back to California vowing to never love again. But life can be unpredictable. A blind date with a handsome young designer, proves to be just the beginning of something beautiful for the emotionally scarred Melissa. Perhaps everything she’d been through was meant to bring her to this point.
Could this be her fate? Could David Whitmore be the ONE?
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   SynopsisTHE PROTECTORS: Though they work independently and at times are oceans apart, their ties to each other remain strong. They’re related by blood or bond – this group of men and women in law enforcement, government intelligence, and the military who do what others cannot to serve, defend, and protect. HIDE: THE PROTECTORS SERIES — BOOK FOUR Allison Sandoval is on the run after discovering the secret her new husband, Rafael, the leader of a South American country, has kept hidden from the world. She must tell what she knows and stop Rafael but she is on her own, physically weakened by his abuse, and she is running out of time. Zach Corrigan, owner of a Special Ops organization, accepts the job to find Allison, a woman he is told is mentally ill and who suffers from hallucinations and paranoia. But when Zach finds her, something isn't right and after he returns her to her husband, Zach can't get her out of his mind or the belief that he's made a mistake in taking her back. Zach is determined to right that wrong. What began as a job is turning into something more. With Zach, Allison finds a refuge and something she’d given up on, hope. But Rafael isn't the only one hunting Allison. The CIA wants her too. Zach will do everything in his power to make Allison safe, beginning with finding a place for her to hide. But with enemies all around them, there is no place to hide . . .     Meet the Author Facebook / Twitter / Website / Goodreads / AmazonKaren Fenech writes contemporary and historical romantic suspense and suspense-mystery. Her novels, originally released in hardcover by Gale under the Five Star Expressions imprint, have received critical acclaim and have been praised by New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors Kat Martin, Maureen Child, and Debra Webb. Her novel BETRAYAL has been translated into Japanese, and her short fiction has been translated into Swedish, Danish, and Norwegian. She lives with her husband and daughter.If you'd like to know when the next Protectors novel is available, sign up for Karen Fenech's notification-only news at: http://www.karenfenech.com/books.html
Praise for Karen{GONE} Karen Fenech's GONE is a real page turner front to back. You won't be able to put this one down!" —NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR KAT MARTIN {GONE} "Karen Fenech tells a taut tale with great characters and lots of twists. This is a writer you need to read." —USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR MAUREEN CHILD {GONE} Readers will find themselves in the grip of GONE as this riveting tale plays out. GONE is a provocative thriller filled with a roller coaster ride that carries the suspense until the last page." —DEBORAH C. JACKSON, ROMANCE REVIEWS TODAY {BETRAYAL} "An excellent read." —DONNA M. BROWN, ROMANTIC TIMES MAGAZINE {THE PROTECTORS SERIES} "Romantic suspense at its best!" —USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR MAUREEN CHILD {UNHOLY ANGELS} ". . . a superbly intricate tale of greed, power, and murder. . . a suspenseful and believable story that will keep you reading into the wee hours of the morning. Highly recommended! —D.B. HENSON  ExcerptCHAPTER ONEIt was now or never. Allison Sandoval took one last glance over her shoulder. The ballroom was crowded on this Saturday evening, filled with the dignitaries and diplomats who’d gathered to honor her husband, Rafael, on his last night on U.S. soil. In the morning, he’d be flying back to his native South America. But he’d be leaving without her. Rafael was tall and the height advantage gave him a wide view of the room, but the crowd around him was thick. Allison had been slowly working her way from his side. At any other time, it would be impossible for her to take more than a step away. He, or one of the men Rafael publicly called her bodyguards but who were in reality her jailers, always pulled her back. But the men around Rafael tonight were as tall as he was and Allison took the opportunity to blend in with those milling around him. Her grip on the champagne flute stretched the skin tight across her hands as she forced herself to move slowly, not to make a mad dash for the exit. She was sweating. Could feel perspiration trickling down her neck, left bare with her hair swept up into an intricate style, and continuing down her spine beneath the flowing silver gown. At the door, an elderly man was making his way into the room. He held the door open and Allison walked by him into the hall. With regret, she bypassed the coat check. Her dress had sleeves that covered her arms, but the late October air was cold. She’d been out of the States for six months and in the South American heat. She’d forgotten how cool the nights could get in New York at this time of year and this year, this part of the state was experiencing unusually frigid weather. Didn’t matter. She would not retrieve her coat. The place was crawling with security people who missed nothing. She could not risk anyone suspecting she was about to leave the building. She’d almost reached one of the Ladies’ rooms on this level of the luxury hotel. Earlier, when she’d accompanied Rafael on a tour of the building, she’d taken note of where the washrooms were located, seeking one that wasn’t at the end of a corridor. What she’d found wasn’t ideal, but she’d make do. She chose the restroom that provided the best access. She turned down that corridor and kept walking. A door at the end of the hall led to a staircase. She made her way down the six flights. Her heels clicked against the steps, echoing in the stairwell, and she glanced back over her shoulder, fearing she would give herself away. But no one came charging through the door after her. Rather than take the exit that opened to the lobby, she continued down to the underground garage. There would be a way to the street from there and freedom. She dropped the glass of champagne she was still holding in a garbage can and left the hotel. The cold air hit her and while it stole her breath, it was also bracing. She was a long way from being free yet, but it was the closest she’d come since marrying Rafael. The last months had been horrific. Tears sprang to her eyes. She blinked them back but some still fell. She swiped them away, angry with herself for going back there. For allowing Rafael to torture her even though she wasn’t with him. She had been strong before. She would be again. She would not let that pain and fear defeat her. As hard as he’d tried, Rafael hadn’t broken her. Her eyes stung with tears again and again she forced them back. Her life was not the only one that depended on her getting away from Rafael. A woman turned to look at her. Allison couldn’t afford to be noticed, to have anyone recall she’d passed this way. She stepped out from beneath the street lights, went into the shadows cast by the tall buildings and increased her step as much as she was able. What she really needed to do was to stop and lean against one of the buildings. She was so tired. It was a struggle to remain on her feet. The small burst of strength she’d mustered to make her escape had waned. She was breathing hard, a combination of her body’s weakness and terror. It was the terror that kept her moving. She couldn’t be caught. If Rafael found her . . . For an instant, fear cut off her breath. No, she would not be caught and taken back to Rafael. She had to finish this with him. She could not fail. She didn’t know how long she’d walked, dragging her feet, when the tall buildings gave way to smaller structures spaced wider apart. Traffic, both pedestrian and vehicular, was thin here. One of the small buildings looked to be a factory of some kind. Whatever it was, the place looked deserted for the weekend. Could she spend the night there? Did she dare stop moving? The place would be locked but it was possible she could find something in the alley beside the building to break a window. She winced at doing that but as she shivered in the bitter cold, she tamped down on her conscience. Moonlight lit her way into the alley. She bent and got down on the ground. She spotted a wine bottle, minus the cap. Would the bottle be enough to break the window? She wasn’t sure, but she had to try. She was about to reach for it, then curled her fingers into her palms. When she reached out would she find she was mistaken and the bottle wasn’t there, that there wasn’t any bottle at all? She couldn’t always trust what her own eyes told her. She closed them briefly, afraid this would be one of those times. But, no. When she forced herself to reach out, her fingers closed around the neck of the bottle. Her pulse sped up. Allison left the alley. It was a weekend. No one should be back to work in that building before Monday. Still, she hesitated. She couldn’t afford to make a wrong move. If she came upon someone police would be called. Then Rafael. Fear had the back of her neck prickling. No lights were on inside the building. The building did look closed up tight. She could barely keep herself upright now in her exhaustion. Her body swayed toward it but she didn’t take a step. She remained where she was. She faced her reality. As much as she needed somewhere to sleep and to hide for the night, even if the door was wide open, she couldn’t go into that dark place. She closed her eyes at her weakness, fighting back tears. She was now shaking and huddling into herself in a futile attempt to get warm. She went back into the alley, to the small alcove dug into the side of the building, and went as deep inside it as she could. * * * Zach Corrigan was sleeping when the monitor beeped, signaling the secure perimeter around his place had been breached. He was instantly awake and on full alert. He rolled onto his side and punched buttons on the small panel in the wall, bringing up a view of the outside. He owned a large stretch of isolated land in Blake County, New York. A long, unnamed dirt road, bordered by trees, led only to Zach’s place. Anyone on this road would be coming to see him. Moonlight provided excellent light tonight, making the lights around the place unnecessary. Zach’s house came into view, a big ranch-style, as did the extension off the main house that served as the base of operations for his organization. Behind was a huge pond, currently frozen over. The cameras he had set up at strategic points on the grounds showed several views of the place. Zach would see his visitors long before they reached his front door. The vehicle making its way to him was a limousine and though the occupant likely had no idea he or she was being monitored, there was no attempt to conceal the approach. An assassin wouldn’t announce his arrival. It was just shy of two in the morning on a Sunday. Zach’s business didn’t run nine to five and late callers weren’t unusual. But if this were one of Zach’s government contacts coming to his door about a mission, they would have called first. Zach’s line of work made it essential that he be cautious. He made no apology for it. He tracked the progress of the limousine. Decided to let it proceed. If he’d misjudged his visitor, he’d soon rectify that. He slept naked and now put on jeans and a T-shirt. His gun was on his nightstand, always ready. He secured it at his back, under the shirt, then left the bedroom. A coffee maker was on a timer set to start at seven a.m. He got the machine going. As the rich aroma of the strong dark brew filled the air, the monitor beeped again, this time to indicate a presence on his driveway. Zach called up the images on the kitchen monitor. Two men emerged from the limousine. One was built like a brick, clearly muscle for someone, but he stood against the hood of the black car, making no attempt to follow or shield the other man who moved briskly to Zach’s front door and rang the bell. Zach filled a mug of coffee for himself and drank a bit before going to the door to meet his visitor. He opened the door and checked out the muscle. The guy hadn’t moved from the limo. He stood with his arms folded at his chest, his hands tucked under his arms to ward off the cold. Zach focused on the man in front of him. His cashmere coat flapped in the breeze. The wind put color in his cheeks that were sallow and drawn. His eyes looked heavy from lack of sleep. “Help you?” “Are you Zachary Corrigan?” Zach clocked the man at around his own age—early thirties. The guy had an accent. South American. Zach had spent enough time in that region to be able to pinpoint exactly where on the continent his visitor was from. This man was from a remote area. Zach had learned of a diplomatic visit to the U.S. from the country’s leader in a bid to secure financial aid. That leader was Rafael Sandoval, the man now standing here with Zach. “I’m Corrigan,” Zach said. The man extended a gloved hand. The leather was of the finest, soft as melted butter. “I am Rafael Sandoval,” he said. “Mr. Corrigan. I need your help.” Sandoval’s expression was earnest and desperate. Zach stepped back from the door and led the other man to the kitchen. Zach topped up his mug. “Coffee?” “No, thank you.” The man didn’t look like he needed the caffeine. He looked about to jump out of his skin. Zach leaned back against the dark counter. In addition to jobs for Uncle Sam, Zach’s organization also took on work from other countries and from private clients. “Who sent you to me?” “Roger Morse told me about you,” Sandoval said. Sandoval named one of Zach’s government contacts. “What do you need my help with?” “Mr. Morse does not know the reason I have come to you,” Sandoval added. Zach narrowed his eyes. “Which is?” “Before I begin, I must confirm that you are a military man.” Zach kept his gaze on Sandoval, wondering where this was going. “I’m sure you already got from Morse that I was a SEAL.” Sandoval let out a long breath. “I am also a military man. There is a code of honor among us. I need to ask for your utmost discretion.” “Why don’t you tell me what this is about?” Sandoval’s shoulders slumped then he straightened his posture. “I need you to find my wife.” “I’m not a PI.” Zach wasn’t going to elaborate on what his organization did. His contracts for the government were classified, sending him and his people into places in all parts of the world where others couldn’t or wouldn’t go. He maintained the same level of confidentiality for the jobs he took from private clients. “I do not need an investigator,” Sandoval said. “I need someone with your skills and your discretion. I am here in your country in an attempt to secure aid for mine. I cannot let word about my wife’s disappearance become front page news. I cannot allow the focus to shift away from my country’s very real need. This is a personal matter. My wife, Allison, and I were attending a gathering in my honor yesterday evening. It was to be our last night in your country. We were to fly home this morning. One moment Allison was standing at my side and the next she was gone. I confess I was distracted. An agreement with your country would mean so much to mine.” Sandoval rubbed his gloved hand back and forth across his brow with what appeared to be enough force to shred skin. “I was not paying enough attention to Allison.” Zach leaned forward. “If your wife was abducted—” “No. She was not abducted.” Sandoval squeezed his eyes shut so tightly the skin at the corners puckered. “She walked away.” Zach pushed off the counter. “Unless your wife is a minor, she’s perfectly free to come and go as she pleases. There’s nothing I can do for you.” Sandoval rubbed his brow hard again. “Obviously, she is of legal age. You do not understand. She must be found.” Zach repeated his earlier statement. “I’m not a PI. I can recommend a good investigator though I’m not sure you need one. You have your own people to look for her, my government and law enforcement would also look for her. You don’t need me.” “My wife is delicate. Fragile. Law enforcement and government agencies would overwhelm her when they find her. She must be handled gently.” Sandoval withdrew his wallet and from it a photograph he held out to Zach. “This is Allison.” Zach glanced at the picture without taking it. The woman was a stunner. Waves of blond hair fell to her shoulders. Big eyes in a deep green rather than the blue he expected to go along with all that fair hair. She was dolled up and dressed to the nines in what looked like a pose for a State photo—wife of the country’s new president. Zach raised his gaze from the picture and back to Sandoval. “This isn’t the type of work my organization handles.” Sandoval ran a shaking hand back through his hair. “My wife is not a well woman.” The idea of an ill woman out on the streets without help didn’t sit well with Zach, but if she were sick, why would she leave? There had to be a reason Allison Sandoval had left her husband. Zach eyed Sandoval and asked him straight out. “Why’d she leave you?” “It was not deliberate. Allison wandered away from the ballroom last night. She does that if I do not keep a close watch on her.” Zach crossed his arms. “What aren’t you telling me?” Sandoval’s face drew tight in an expression of pain. “My wife suffers from delusions, hallucinations and paranoia. She cannot determine what is real from what is imagined. She is on medication but she has been gone since last night and has been without it. And it is so cold to be outside. She must be found now. She will not survive long on her own.” Zach frowned. Clearly, the woman needed to be found quickly. He had no doubt he could do that and a lot faster than if he sent Sandoval on his way to find someone else to do the job. It wasn’t his usual recovery mission but Allison Sandoval needed to be recovered. Zach addressed Sandoval. “I’ll find her.”        

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Release Date: December 1 2013

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Life was quite predictable for Melissa Clayton, she had a good job, a loving boyfriend and everything seemed to have fallen in place for her. However when a family emergency arises, she leaves Texas for a while, engaging in a long distance relationship with her lover. When she returns things are not the same.
Heartbroken she moves back to California vowing to never love again. But life can be unpredictable. A blind date with a handsome young designer, proves to be just the beginning of something beautiful for the emotionally scarred Melissa. Perhaps everything she’d been through was meant to bring her to this point.
Could this be her fate? Could David Whitmore be the ONE?