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September 26, 2015
Author Spotlight on Allyson Young – Unprofessional by @evernightpub
Unprofessional by Allyson Young
A Romance on the Go
Released: September 25, 2016 from Evernight Publishing
Hannah Evans is personal assistant to the very professional Benjamin Willis, and he keeps her firmly in that role. Her boss is a great man, and if he rewards himself with a large number of blondes, well, even great men can be misguided. Hannah couldn’t ask for anything more in her job—except she’s fallen for her boss. And now Mr. Willis seems to be seeking more than mere pleasure. What if he finds a woman with a beauty and brains? Unable to bear the idea, Hannah submits her resignation. Faced with losing her, Benjamin’s entire being reacts in shock, dismay and outrage, causing him to examine how he actually views Hannah. She has had months to come to terms with her strong emotions while he has had mere hours. But Benjamin is a quick study and discovers his true feelings for the woman who has been right under his nose.
“Hannah.” Her name fell harshly from his lips and she blinked several times, appearing to get herself under control. “Tell me why you’re leaving.” Leaving me.
“I appreciate the opportunity,” she nearly whispered. “Seeing as I had no experience.”
“You said that in your letter of resignation,” he agreed. “And I was happy to give it to you. You proved yourself quickly.” He shifted a tad closer and studied the rising color in her cheeks.
“I … I can’t stay on. Big world of opportunity out there and all.”
“You’re not telling me the truth. How bad can it be?”
Giving into an instinctive urge, he grasped her other hand and hauled her close. He locked his gaze with hers when she looked up, startled. “Tell me,” he insisted.
“I can’t.” She nearly whimpered and a good man would have backed off and let her go. He couldn’t find it within himself to do it.
Recognizing he couldn’t force her to confide, he resorted to sneakier tactics. He turned on the charm and cajoled. “Hannah, you’re invaluable to me and I can’t get my head around finding someone to replace you. Is it something I’ve done? Is the salary an issue?”
A shake of her head sent more strands of hair drifting down to her shoulders, these longer than the others, and they rested against the upper swells of her breasts. His stare traced their path before he glanced up to see her eyes wide with surprise. God, she was lovely. Smart, skilled and talented, all woman. Different from—
“Benjamin?” His name wasn’t on Hannah’s lips but spoken at his office door. He recognized that voice. “Benjamin?”
He could only imagine how it looked, his disheveled PA sprawled in a chair, him kneeling at her feet, holding her hands captive and their faces mere inches apart. With an effort, he turned his head and acknowledged his latest fling. Past fling. “Give me a minute, Tiffany.”
Hannah quivered and tried to pull away, but he hung on tightly, willing the tall blonde out of his office.
“I see you’ve already replaced me,” she replied, scorn and anger coloring her voice. At any other time, he might have found her alluring, all flushed with outrage and passion. As usual, Tiffany was dressed to the nines in a body-revealing outfit that displayed her long, slender figure and enhanced breasts to full advantage. But she left him cold, something new, because he rarely tired of his blondes physically, choosing to keep his hookups brief to avoid emotional attachment.
Tiffany sneered at Hannah. “She’s hardly your taste. Pudgy and plain, wouldn’t you say?”
If he hadn’t known to keep hold of Hannah, wrapping his hands around Tiffany’s elegant neck might have been an excellent alternative. “Get out.”
“Gladly. You’re welcome to him, secretary-type. It won’t last, especially as he’s slumming.”
He spared her only enough of a look to ensure she had indeed gone before turning back to Hannah. Who was staring at him with a multitude of emotions washing over her expressive features.
“She’s different than the others.” Well, that was the last thing he expected.
“Excuse me?” He knew he sounded astonished.
“She has a career. So she must use her brain. And she meets all your other criteria.”
Hannah would know, he acknowledged inwardly. Except it appeared she was wrong— his preferences were changing. Had changed. His lower body, and not his now aching knees, was in total agreement. Hannah had been under his nose all this time with her quiet, efficient ways and non-intrusive manner, yet he would bet she knew more about him than he knew about himself. But she was leaving, so obviously didn’t feel the same. No point in opening that door, especially as he lacked the tools. He ground his back teeth against a disappointed growl and clambered to his feet after carefully setting Hannah’s hands on her lap.
“I’m sorry she said those things.”
“Which ones?” She sounded intent, earnest, and peered up at him.
“She insulted you.”
Hannah shrugged and those round breasts lifted higher on her torso. “No comparison. We aren’t even the same species, I don’t think.”
Benjamin laughed. That was the effect Hannah had on him despite all that had just taken place. He felt … happy around her. And there was that shift again. She’d been an enormous part of his life for over a year. He’d spent more time—awake at least—with her than any other person. His laughter faded when he imagined the future without her.
Allyson Young lives in cottage country in Manitoba, Canada with her husband of many years, and numerous pets. She worked in the human services all across Canada and has seen the best and worst of what people bring to the table. Allyson has written for years, mostly short stories and poetry, published in small newspapers and the like, although her work appeared in her high school yearbooks too! After reading an erotic romance, quite by accident, she decided to try her hand at penning erotica.
Allyson will write until whatever she has inside her is satisfied- when all the heroes man up and all the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favours the darker side of romance.
allysonyoung45@gmail.com
September 25, 2015
Marital Duties by @JenniferDenys – Men For Hire Anthology – Available TODAY from @LuminosityPub
And, the last.. but certainly not least story from the Men For Hire Anthology, is Jennifer Denys’s Marital Duties. This particular story is special because it’s the common thread that ties together the entire book. If you have any questions for the authors, feel free to use the #menforhireantho hashtag on Twitter and we’ll reach out to you with answers!
“Let me show you the cupboard.”
As he took her arm, pulling her off the table, she protested, “I’ve seen the cupboard.”
“Ah, but you don’t know what I found.”
Peering from behind him, Jennifer saw the cupboard was beautifully tidy. “It looks terrific.”
He grabbed something too quickly for her to see what it was and then shut the door equally swiftly, pushing her back against it. “Lean back and open your legs.”
“I beg your pardon.”
Rob tapped her knees. “You heard me. Open them. I need to show you what I found in my search.”
Mystified, Jennifer did as he requested, holding back a cry as he dragged down her knickers, pulling them totally off. She soon found out. It was a new mini vibrator that she’d forgotten she had bought in her desperation for sexual relief. He knelt at her feet, pushing a hand up under her skirt to hold the buzzing sex toy at her clit, pressing hard just at the angle he knew to set her off.
She did call out then, “Christ Almighty! Rob.”
“Is that good?”
It was too good. She thrust a hand down. Not to stop him, but to hold him tightly against her as her pussy throbbed. Jennifer bit her lip, holding back. She needed more. She needed him.
“Jennifer. Look at me.”
She glanced down and saw her husband smile up at her, with an enigmatic expression.
“I need you to confirm I’ve done my cleaning correctly by saying, ‘yes.’”
Her body was thrumming as she tried to take this in. She wasn’t sure what he meant, so she quietly complied.
Rob laughed. “Uh-uh. Not that sort of yes. I want you to come.”
“Oh!”
At that moment, he started circling her clit, knowing just what she needed.
“Yes, yes, yes. Oh, God. Yes! Yes!” She finished with an exhalation of air.
Jennifer is a bestselling author in various genre (BDSM, contemporary, sci-fi, paranormal, with historical and fantasy in her works in progress) with several different publishers.
An Englishwoman through and through, she lives in a beautiful historical city and is game to try most things once. She’s had a tattoo done on her calf, flew down zip wires 100 feet up in the trees, and was photographed nude by a professional photographer. All of which have taken place since she turned 50!
Many of her experiences end up in her books… but you will have to read them to find out what!
Do contact Jennifer – she loves to hear from her fans. She posts to her blog three times a week and is on Facebook daily.
September 24, 2015
Calculated Risk by @mroth_author – Men For Hire Anthology – Coming Soon from @LuminosityPub
Hi there, everyone! I’m Michelle Roth and I’m here to introduce my latest release, Calculated Risk. It’s a part of the Men For Hire anthology! If you have any questions for the authors, feel free to use the #menforhireantho hashtag on Twitter and we’ll reach out to you with answers!
I’m working with three other fantastic authors! Here’s the line up of stories:
Got Muscle by Tina Donahue
Menage at Mealtime by Bella Settarra
Calculated Risk by Michelle Roth
Marital Duties by Jennifer Denys
Stella Whitman has inherited her mother’s country home. When she finds it in utter disrepair, her cousin suggests that she call Men for Hire in search of a handyman. When he arrives, she’s somewhat shocked to find that his deep brown eyes and rugged good looks are giving her some very inappropriate thoughts.
Despite his instant attraction to Stella, Ian Starling has convinced himself that they need to keep things strictly professional. He’s been burnt before and has vowed never again. It becomes increasingly more difficult as he gets to know her, though. Then one rainy night changes everything…
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If you had a free day with no responsibilities and your only mission was to enjoy yourself, what would you do?
That’s part of what I enjoy so much about working for Jennifer at Men For Hire. I don’t always have to work. If I need a day off, then I can usually take it with no problem. Hmm.. My ultimate day off? I’d probably take in a football game and then put in some hours working on my furniture building. I don’t get to do that nearly enough.
What impression do you make on people when they first meet you? How about after they’ve known you for a while?
I’m a little quiet, so I think most people assume I’m either shy or not bright enough to handle much beyond manual labor. When they get to know me, I’d like to think they’ll realize there’s more to me. I like books, science, art, and film. I can hold up my end of a conversation. I’m a decent person, I’d say. And there’s not nearly enough of that in the world.
What’s your idea of a good marriage? Do you think that’ll happen in your life?
Been there, done that. Failed miserably. I’m going to take a pass on this question.
What are you most proud of about your life?
Life hasn’t always been kind. I think making it to the other side of those trials is what I’m most proud of.
– What sort of trials?
Earlier, you mentioned marriage. That’s probably the worst of it. I got married young. My ex decided after nearly ten years of marriage that she much preferred the me that didn’t give a damn about money or bills or responsibility. It broke my heart.
– Are you still in love with her, then?
Talk about getting right to it. Christ. But to answer your question, no. I think I just held on out of sheer stubbornness. We hadn’t been right in a long time. I just wish she hadn’t been so bloody brutal about ending things.
What are you most ashamed of in your life?
You’re really into me talking about my feelings, aren’t you?
This goes back to the divorce, not to beat a dead horse too much. My parents were together for decades. Still are. I hate that I failed at that.
If you could spend the day with someone you admire (living or dead or imaginary), who would you pick?
My grandfather. He died a few years back. I miss him terribly.
Do you think you’ve turned out the way your parents expected?
Not
sure
.
They never really pushed me to be any one thing. They were of the ‘follow your heart’ school. I’d like to think that they’re pleased. I get the ‘We’re proud of you’ bit a lot, but I think parents are required to say that stuff.
What do you believe about God? What do you suppose God thinks of you?
I’m not entirely convinced there’s anything up there. I’m one of those that wants empirical evidence and I’m not likely to get it at this stage.
Is there anything you’ve always wanted to do but haven’t done? What would happen if you did it?
That’s a tough question. I’m my own man, so I basically do whatever I want to.
I’ve got nothing.
What’s the worst thing that’s happened in your life? What did you learn from it?
When I was sixteen, I was in a car wreck and broke both of my legs. My mate had been drinking at the time but like a dumb ass, I got in the car. Had a couple surgeries, and months of recovery. Drunk driving is stupid. We could have died. Never drive drunk. Never ride with anyone who’s been drinking. That’s what I learned.
Tell me about your best friend.
Probably my brother, Thomas. He’s a year older than I am. Most weekends you can find me hanging out with him. We’re either building something or watching some sort of sports. He’s a good guy.
What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done to someone? Why?
I really don’t recall doing anything that terrible to anyone. I’m kind of a pacifist, not to sound like a total pussy.
What would you like it to say on your tombstone?
He
lived
before he died.
Describe your ideal mate.
She’d be beautiful, of course. Not just on the outside. The inside too. Smart, funny, motivated. Maybe someone who’s the creative sort. Someone who could offset my seriousness.
What are you most afraid of?
Not finding anyone to settle down with. I want what my brother and his wife have. What my parents have. I’d love to find it. I’m being much more particular about it this go-round, though.
What’s the most important thing in your life? What do you value most?
My family. They’re important to me.
What do you like best about yourself? Least?
My ability to adapt. The other side of that, though, is that I never have to truly make a decision. I can just sort of let things happen as they may and then deal with the fall out.
How do you feel about your life right now? What, if anything, would you like to change?
It’s a good life, for the most part. A little bit lonely.
I’d like to meet someone, but lately I’ve been working so much that it’s been hard to even date. Maybe I should devote myself to that more.
Are you lying to yourself about something? What is it?
A number of things, probably. The bad thing about denial is that you never realize you’re in it until you’re out of it.
What trait do you most deplore in others?
Liars. I can’t stand them. I prefer the honest truth, even if it’s ugly.
Michelle Roth is a novelist from the Great White North (Toronto, ON). When she’s not disappearing into foreign lands, or making two perfect strangers that she invented fall in love, she’s probably curled up somewhere with a glass of wine and a good book.
In her spare time she is typically hanging out with her awesome boyfriend and their two equally awesome cats. She likes taking road trips to nowhere in particular, cooking elaborate meals then making other people do the dishes, and being nerdy on the internet. Her books are currently available on Amazon, Nook, Kobo, and any other place that sells absolutely filthy romance novels.
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September 23, 2015
Menage at Mealtime by @bellasettarra – Men For Hire Anthology – Coming Soon from @LuminosityPub
In part two of the four part introduction to my latest release, I’m spotlighting Bella Settarra’s Menage at Mealtime. This is the one menage story in the book and believe me when I tell you.. It’s STEAMY! If you’ve got questions about the story or for any of the authors, be sure to use our #menforhireantho hash tag on Twitter!
Naomi Powell nervously prepares for a dinner party where she hopes to secure a lucrative deal with a new publisher. Her ex, Richard, is also attending with his new girlfriend, Naomi’s best friend, Paula.
When Naomi hears a bird stuck in her chimney she urgently calls ‘Men for Hire’ for help. Two gorgeous guys, Aaron and James, come to her rescue. Not only do they solve her chimney problem, they woo her guests and give Naomi the time of her life—ménage-style!
However, when Richard announces that he wants Naomi back, will she follow convention or follow her heart?
Naomi felt her whole body go limp and she leaned against the ladder for support. These two hunks certainly seemed to like her and she felt a glow inside her at the thought. After Richard had left her, she had felt old, as though she was left on the shelf, but somehow these guys made her feel like a woman again. Again? She had never felt like this before, even when she was young and slimmer. She had never been slim or beautiful, but she used to think she looked all right. As she had got older she lost her confidence somewhat, and now that she had lost her partner to her—younger—best friend she felt like a total crone!
“I’m coming!” Aaron’s shout seeped into her thoughts, into her bones, and she suddenly felt warm. I wish!
Grinning to herself she peeled her body away from the ladder and held it firmly as she felt his weight. That heavenly ass got nearer and nearer and she kept the ladder steady for him. She felt his body brush against hers as he reached the bottom and he was momentarily wrapped in her arms as he stood at the foot of the ladder.
“Thanks, love.” His voice was sultry as he turned, still in her arms, and put his muscular arms around her, kissing her gently on top of her head. She loved that he was so tall—she guessed they must both be over six foot, with him an inch or two taller than James.
She was still gripping the sides of the ladder and felt it jolt as the top became heavier. Aaron elegantly stooped under her arm and stood behind her, his big hands covering hers.
“He’s a bit heavier than me,” he murmured into her ear by way of explanation—or an excuse, she mused. She wasn’t complaining either way!
James’s ass was every bit as enticing as his friend’s and she relished the sight of it getting closer to her as he descended. She felt Aaron’s body envelope hers as she waited and then James was right in front of her, his body glistening with sweat and smelling of spice. For a second she thought she had died and gone to heaven as she was surrounded by both men, and she gasped uncontrollably.
“Thanks, baby.” James spun around in her arms and put his hands around her neck, kissing her forehead gently.
Naomi closed her eyes as both men stood with their arms around her, their huge erections digging into her soft flesh through the denim. They squeezed her tightly and she didn’t want to move. Eventually, she prized her hands from the wooden sides of the ladder and wrapped them around James, while leaning back into Aaron’s pounding chest. They were probably only there for a matter of seconds, but it felt like hours.
“Let’s get this chimney swept,” Aaron suggested at last. “We don’t want to give you any reason to complain about us to the boss.”
She sighed. No chance of that! Slowly she took her arms from around James and they all loosened their grip.
“I’ll make a start on the chimney if you want to put the ladders away,” James offered.
Aaron nodded and grinned, as Naomi led the way back inside.
“I’ve got some beer in the fridge?” Naomi offered as soon as she and James reached the dining room again.
“You’re a lifesaver!” He grinned.
She went into the kitchen and pulled out a couple of cans before quickly pouring herself a glass of water. She badly needed to cool down!
James had pushed the brush up the chimney and was busy adding rods to its length when she put the can beside him. He was crouched on the hearth, still panting a little.
“Want me to open it?” She could see that he had his hands full and he was obviously hot—in more ways than one!
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Bella began writing professionally on January 1st 2014 after giving up work because of breast cancer.
A chance trip to a writing event inspired her to try Erotic Romance.
She began writing a short story which grew into a novel, was published, and became the first in the series of ‘Sirens and Sailors.’
She went on to write Cowboy Romances, and is currently working on two western series, ‘The Men of Moone Mountain’ and ‘Midnight in Montana.’
Recently she has also been writing ‘Collar and Cuffs,’ a series which is set in a BDSM club.
Ménage at Mealtime is her first-ever short, erotic story and she is thrilled to be part of the ‘Men For Hire’ anthology.
“Probably the best part of writing is the diversity,” she says. Not only does she enjoy exploring different settings, but she also writes MF, MM, MFM and MMF stories. No matter what she writes, though, she prefers to have a happy ending, something which will leave her readers smiling as they close the book.
September 22, 2015
Got Muscle by @TinaDonahue – Men For Hire Anthology – Coming Soon from @LuminosityPub
As I may have mentioned no less than a BAJILLION times, I’ve got an upcoming anthology release entitled Men For Hire. There are four fantastic authors, myself included. I’m going to spend the next few days spotlighting the stories inside. Today we’ll be taking a look at Tina Donahue’s Got Muscle?
If you’ve got questions about the story or for any of the authors, be sure to use our #menforhireantho hash tag on Twitter!
It’s so nice to have a hunk around the house…
As a recent transplant from New York, Bree’s certain her company transferred her to the London office because she wasn’t model-thin like the American staff. To rectify that, she’s bought a home gym. Now all she needs is someone to put the bloody thing together so she can sweat herself into a micro mini.
David has muscle to spare. Tall, dark, and sinfully handsome, he’s doing odd jobs until he gets his start-up off the ground. As far as David’s concerned, Bree’s lush curves don’t need improving, just a man who can appreciate them. He’ll definitely give her all the exercise she needs.
“Sorry about the temperature,” she said. “I don’t have any fans yet. Can I get you some ice water?”
“That’d be great. Do you mind if I…?”
Bree was halfway to her feet when she stopped and looked over, wondering why he hadn’t finished. David gestured to his tee. She wasn’t certain what he meant, and then suddenly she did. “You want to take it off?”
“Not if it bothers you.”
Was he kidding? If he’d been stripping on stage, screen or the Internet, Bree would have gladly paid top dollar to see it.
“It’s really hot in here,” he added.
“I don’t mind—you taking off your tee, that is. Go ahead. Please. Get comfortable.”
He pulled the garment up, exposing his navel. A swirl of dark hairs surrounded the depression before dipping to his groin and disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. Bree could count each one of his abs they were that defined, his pecs nothing but hard slabs of smooth muscle. His tat decorated part of the right one, along with his shoulder and bruising biceps. The hair in his pits was as silky, thick, and dark as the stuff on his head.
The room seemed to spin.
Once he had the tee off, he mopped his face with it and let out a relieved sigh.
If Bree could have managed to pull in that much air, she would have been sighing too. On unsteady legs, she went to the kitchen and rested her forehead against the fridge to cool down and collect her thoughts. With David’s great looks, he had to be an out-of-work actor or model, doing these gigs so he could survive before hitting the big time. He would too. Bree had no doubt of that.
She brought two glasses of water into the living area, handing one to him. Again, his fingers brushed hers causing something inside Bree to flutter. Giddy with desire, she gulped her water, not coming up for air until she’d finished it.
David sipped his slowly, watching her over the rim of his glass. She figured the heat, not her, had flushed his face. Even so, a girl could dream. Seeing how hot he still was and feeling bad about it, Bree grabbed a dishtowel from the counter and flapped it at him. He lowered his glass. “What are you doing?”
“Fanning you to keep you cool while you work.”
A low chuckle rumbled from deep within him, the sound potently male. “You don’t have to do that.” He grabbed the end of the towel and used it to reel Bree in until she was sitting on the floor next to him, their knees touching. Even that small intimacy sent her pulse into a sprint.
“I want to help,” she protested, all too breathlessly.
“You can hand me stuff, read the instructions out loud, and answer any questions I might have.” He leaned toward her, delivering a waft of his wonderful fragrance. “Okay?”
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Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Luminosity, Kensington, Ellora’s Cave, Samhain Publishing, Siren Publishing, Booktrope, Decadent Publishing, and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work.
Three of her erotic novels were named finalists in the EPIC competition. One of her romances was chosen Book of the Year (erotic category) at the French review site, Blue Moon reviews. The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for another of her erotic titles. She’s received two Awards of Merit in RWA’s Holt Medallion competitions and captured second place in the NEC-RWA contest. Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel and Writer’s Market.
Before penning romances, she worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.
Fun facts about Tina: She’s a chocoholic, has flown a single-engine airplane, rewired an old house using an ‘electricity for dummies’ book, and has been known to moan in delight when eating anything Mexican or Italian.
September 15, 2015
Spotlight on Suzy Shearer’s Perfect Three
Perfect Three
by Suzy Shearer
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Lucy Willis feels like her life has been on hold forever. Now at 49 she decides it’s her time. When she meets two very attractive fifty-plus men – Sebastian, a handsome indigenous Australian and Jack, a gorgeous blonde hottie!
She is surprised to find out they are bisexual and want her to join them. Tempted, but Lucy is too embarrassed to tell them her secret wish— that she needs to be controlled in bed.
Then she discovers that Sebastian is a Dom!
Tentatively she accepts their friendship which soon develops into a love match for the three of them. Will Lucy finally find the happiness she had been searching for all her life or will fate step in to ruin it all?
[Ménage and More: Erotic Rubenesque Interracial Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, with M/M, HEA]
STORY EXCERPT:
They chatted a little about various jobs they both held. When he was called by someone else and moved away, Lucy casually glanced over at the hottie on the other side of the room.
Be still my beating heart. He was talking to another hottie!
This one looked a fraction taller, he had very dark, maybe black hair. His hair was like a wild halo around his head and his skin coloured a gorgeous rich deep burnt sienna. He had a much leaner frame but from here it looked all muscle. She couldn’t decide which one to drool over, they both looked absolutely delicious. She’d just have to lust over them both. She could see number two hottie wore a dark colour shirt and dark pants.
Hottie number one turned his head and their eyes met again. He gave her a definite smile then said something to his companion. He looked over at Lucy too and she found herself blushing. She fumbled with her drink and turned her head to look to the door.
Oh hell!
Rob was waving. She gave him a half-hearted smile and took another mouthful from her glass, only to discover it was empty. Somehow he managed to swim through the crowd and stand in front of Lucy.
“Can I buy you a drink, Lucy?”
She shook her head.
“No thanks, Rob.”
He looked disappointed.
“Dance?”
“Sorry, I told you I’m not much of a dancer.”
He looked her up and down.
“You look fantastic.”
“Thank you, Rob.”
“Hey, Lucy! Mark wants to see you, he’s near the bar.”
“Oh thanks, Margaret. Excuse me, Rob.”
She smiled at him in relief and silently thanked Mark as she made her way to the bar again. Nonchalantly glancing over to the other side of the room as she walked, Lucy noticed only one hottie there. She met Mark at the bar about to order drinks.
“Hey, Lou, just wondered of you wanted a drink. Margaret said she thought you’d finished yours and I wanted to buy you one before you left to say thank you for all the work you did for us.”
“Oh gee thanks, Mark.” Lucy quickly studied the mocktails list. “Can I have a Red Giant, please?”
It was a large glass filled with cranberry and strawberry juice then topped with lemon-lime soda. He ordered a large round of drinks and Lucy took hers from him as he put the others on a tray.
“Thanks Mark. I appreciate it and I enjoyed working with you all.”
She followed him back to the group but once again Rob intercepted her, this time at the side of the doorway again.
“I thought you didn’t want a drink.”
“I’m really sorry, Rob, it’s just Mark wanted to buy me one and I felt I should say yes because he is the office manager.”
She looked around, trying to see someone she knew nearby to save her from Rob but no one was looking.
“I asked you first,” he complained.
“I know you did and I said I’m sorry.”
In a gravelly voice he said, “Well, will you go out with me now?”
“No, sorry.” Lucy shook her head and tried to walk past him. He put his hand against the wall, preventing her from entering the lounge area without making a scene.
“I’m trying to be nice.”
“I know you are, Rob, and I appreciate it. I’m trying to be nice too but please, you have to understand I’m just not interested.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want to and as I told you before I’m involved with someone.”
Once more she tried to push past. He grabbed her wrist tightly and she was frightened by his reaction. He seemed angry.
“Please let go of my arm, Rob!” she hissed softly.
“Not good enough for you, am I?”
She looked wildly around. This was getting so out of hand.
She whispered through clenched teeth. “Please let me go, Rob.”
His hand actually tightened on her wrist. Lucy managed to keep hold of her glass but most of her drink spilt onto the floor. Suddenly a sexy male voice spoke behind her then kissed her cheek. She felt two hands on her shoulders, pulling her close.
“Babe! Sorry I’m late.”
She tensed, wondering what on earth was happening and who had his arms on her. She wondered if she should scream and felt her heart pound rapidly. Rob dropped her wrist and glared up at her rescuer. Her saviour held out his hand to Rob.
“Hi, I’m Sebastian, thanks for taking care of my girl.”
ADULT EXCERPT:
Sebastian reached him and roughly grabbed him around the neck, pulling him tight onto his lips. Jack’s arms wrapped around his lover as he fought to keep his balance. Sebastian’s tongue forced its way into his mouth, his hand grabbed a fist full of his hair as he held Jack tight against him. The kiss was forceful, heady and Jack found himself holding Sebastian even tighter so he wouldn’t fall. When they finally separated Sebastian looked into Jack’s eyes.
He growled. “You can suck my cock.”
“Ooh yeah. I’ve been wanting to do that for hours.”
“Strip!” Sebastian ordered as he pulled off his own shirt then removed the remainder of his clothes.
Jack wasted no time in shedding his, throwing them onto the couch. He looked at Sebastian. His cock was more than half erect and Jack licked his lips in anticipation. He took a step toward his mate. Sebastian breathed heavily through his nose. Jack looked him up and down. His rich dark skin almost glowed in the light, where it hit him there were bright highlights amongst the dark shadows. Those deep brown-black eyes seemed to bore into Jack. They were filled with such love and, at this moment, intense lust. Sebastian stepped backward a few paces until he could rest against the back of one of the couches. He put his hands on either side on the couch back, holding himself steady.
He exhaled noisily as Jack ran a hand down his chest. Jack leant forward and kissed his lover’s neck then laid a line of kisses down the centre of his chest. He licked across each nipple and was rewarded when they hardened. Dancing his way down Sebastian’s body with his mouth, he kissed and licked a path toward his objective till he finally gripped Sebastian’s cock with one hand.
“On your knees, sub!” grunted Sebastian. His guttural voice was filled with desire and excitement.
Jack dropped to the floor, his face at cock height. That glorious long dark cock nestled amongst the wiry black hair beckoned him delightfully. Jack ran his hand up and down experimentally a few times and was pleased when it got harder. A glistening drop of pre-cum was his reward so he leant forward to lick across the top. He heard Sebastian sigh as he opened his mouth and slid it over that wonderful dick. His own cock was hard as a rock as he began to slide Sebastian’s back and forth, in and out of his mouth.
Jack felt Sebastian grip his fingers in his hair, holding his head against his cock. Jack continued his assault on that delicious dick. He would wrap his tongue around it and suck hard as he pulled his mouth partly off it then he would push forward, Sebastian’s cock filling his mouth, pushing against the back of his throat. When it was almost out he would stick the tip of his tongue into the sensitive eye then roll it around between his teeth.
“Yes! Fuck yes!”
Jack grinned around the cock. He thought his own was becoming even harder as he sucked and licked with glee.
“Pull yourself,” Sebastian managed to gasp.
Jack needed no second invitation. He grasped his own cock with his spare hand and began rubbing his hand up and down in time with the strokes his mouth delivered to Sebastian’s cock. With his other hand he held Sebastian’s cock but had crooked his little finger against his balls, gently rubbing and squeezing them. He could feel one of Sebastian’s legs—the one leaning on his arm, begin to tense. Jack increased the speed of his sucking. He also sped up the hand jerking off his own cock. If he timed it right they would come together.
His own climax felt so close but Sebastian’s was even closer. Jack felt Sebastian’s fingers press hard into his head as he roared. Sebastian pulled him hard and deep onto his cock. The salty thick cum shot into his mouth and down his throat. He sucked hard on it, gobbling down every last drop of that delicious drink.
Sebastian pressed himself hard against the back of the couch as Jack let the flaccid cock slip from his mouth. Sebastian slid a hand down his arm and pulled at Jack, making him stand. Jack still pulled at his cock, jacking it off.
“Shower me, my love, let me see that cum all over me.”
Jack grinned at him and jerked his cock faster and harder until he felt it spurt from the eye. Yelling, he squeezed it, dribbling cum all over Sebastian’s chest and stomach until it glistened. He rubbed his cock then his hand across his chest until Sebastian’s skin gleamed with cum.
“Mmm, I love seeing you come. Now you can lick me clean.”
Jack loved it when Sebastian let him come all over him, he loved the after-play of cleaning him. He licked him, sucked on his nipples and nipped at his lover until Sebastian gave him his hand and got him to pull him to his feet.
The two men stood staring into each other’s eyes. Sebastian ran a finger softly down Jack’s cheek.
“I love you. You’re everything that’s good about my life.”
He rubbed his thumb across Jack’s bottom lip then pinched it between thumb and forefinger. He leaned in and kissed him. That kiss filled Jack with such love he wondered if his heart would burst. This man meant the world to him and he thanked the gods every day for sending him.
“Come on, my sweet sub, let’s have a quick shower then bed.”
Holding hands they went into the bathroom together, showered then enfolded in each other’s arms, fell asleep.
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All alone and fancy free; Suzy lives in the Western Suburbs of Sydney Australia’s with one very spoiled dog and two equally spoiled cats to keep her company. She also has a penchant for crazy coloured hair – pinks, purples and even rainbowed – and for tattoos!
Suzy’s books always feature older heroes and heroines in their 40s through to their 60s – and her heroines are plus-sized women who are proud of their curves. She wants readers to understand that just because people are older doesn’t mean they aren’t intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment.
“I want my readers to understand that sexy isn’t just for the under 30s … lol.”
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Cover Reveal for Garnet’s Queen by Chelsea O’Neal
for
Garnet’s Queen
Book 3 in the Angel Crest Trilogy
by Chelsea O’Neal
Release Date coming soon!
Blurb:
War has come to the
castle in Garnet City. With Daniah’s fate hanging in the balance, the close
group of Zoku must come together and overpower the resistance, as well as
protect the humans.
Lives will forever be
altered. Secrets are revealed. One person must decide whether to continue on
the path of destruction or follow the Everlasting, while another learns she can
be more than she ever had the opportunity to be.
As
the Zoku army fights back against the evil Devlo, they turn to their faith, and
rely on strength, hope, and love. But, will this be enough? Can they overcome
Daniah’s missing presence, or will this be what evil needs to win, once and for
all? The ultimate fight between good and evil will clash in this final chapter
of the Angel Crest Trilogy.
Other Books in the Trilogy
Zoku’s Hope
Angel Crest Series Book 2
by Chelsea O’Neal
Cover was designed by Mallory Rock, visit her website. Released March 21, 2014.
Blurb:
After Jaiden found Daniah in Juniper, they
returned to Garnet City. Daniah is destined to become Queen of Zoku, a race of
angel half-breeds who protect the humans from a soul-stealing evil.
Now, Daniah is learning of her abilities and responsibilities as queen.
Just as things seem to be going smoothly, a group of Zoku show up to help, led
by an angel, Shelly.
Mallory has been on her own for most of her life,
trying to protect and save those around her. She is Toyek, and she’s been
hiding in plain sight while fighting for her life. She is intent on finding her
friend’s daughter, whatever it takes, when an innocent trip to the supermarket
takes an interesting turn.
Orion has been hired to find a female and, as a
Tracker, finding people is his specialty. He discovers much more than he was
looking for when he runs into the beautiful Mallory. While pursuing both his
target and the resistant Mallory, he finds himself fighting to defend Princess
Daniah and the Zoku.
Can Orion and Mallory work
together to help Daniah be the hope the Zoku so desperately need? Or will a few
surprises and a tragedy be all it takes to break the united front of the Zoku
fighting against the evil Meikal?
Purchase Zoku’s Hope from Amazon.com
Juniper’s Princess
Angel Crest Book 1
Release July 2, 2013
Blurb:
Daniah is different, she
always has been and now her dreams and visions of the future are
increasing, she knows her life is changing. She just doesn’t know by how
much…
Jaiden is different, but he knows why and he knows his
responsibilities. He must find the saviour of his race, the angel human
half-breeds who are fighting a war for humanity’s souls. If he can’t
convince Daniah she is more than just a little different – she is the
princess of their people – they are all going to die.
Unfortunately Daniah doesn’t have many reasons to trust Jaiden, especially when he is caught in a web of his own lies.
In
a world where half-breed angels walk among us, fighting an evil for our
souls, Daniah must find the strength to become the princess we all
need.
Buy Juniper’s Princess from Amazon.com
Author Bio Chelsea O’Neal:
Chelsea
O’Neal lives in her fantasy world where people can fly, vampires could be real,
money is never an issue, and the romantic meeting of your true love is a normal
happening. When not relaxing in
Chelsea-ville, she enjoys talking with animals that talk back and taking long
walks with her Prince Charming…
Chelsea O’Neal
Actually
Chelsea lives in the United States in Nebraska, where she was born and raised,
with her black lab Daisey, who hasn’t spoken actual words, but she is pretty
sure Daisey understands her. She is yet to meet her Prince Charming, though she
is quite sure he is out there.
Chelsea enjoys working in a library as well as a cosmetologist. She is
an avid reader and writing has always been her passion. Zoku’s Hope is her second
novel, and she is working on her next book now.
Visit her website : Chelsea O’Neal
Chelsea O’Neal has a unique
voice in storytelling, threading the characters lives together intricately to
give us a complex web of good versus evil in a world descending into chaos…
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September 14, 2015
Spotlight on The Sea Wife by @naomi_jay and @evernightpub
A Note from Naomi Clark…
I wrote the very first draft of THE SEA WIFE way back in my university days – ten or so years ago now! I wrote a story then for a critique group about a doctor who finds a woman on the beach claiming to be a selkie. I left it pretty open-ended as to whether she really was, and the story was okay-ish received by the group. I liked it, but it was not a story to “do” anything with except make up part of my coursework.
Still, the selkie thing stuck with me and last year I attempted to re-write it, figuring that ten years on, I could put a different spin on it, that my writing skills would hopefully have improved over the past decade, and that I could make this a story to “do” something with.
But still, this story was knocking at my brain. I re-read it and realised I got bored of it because the plot I was developing was very similar to that of THE BEAST OF BIRCH HILL, and I think one should only write so many stories where “regular human meets shapeshifter, romance ensues.” I decided if I was going to write THE SEA WIFE, I still needed to find that different spin. And now I think I have. I hope you all like it!
Charley and Nessa are from two different worlds. Nessa is a selkie and Charley is all too human. When selkies and humans fall in love, tragedy can follow. For Charley and Nessa, that never seems to matter when they’re together. But when Nessa’s seal skin is stolen, the lovers uncover all the reasons humans and selkies should stay in their separate worlds.
Frantic barking jerked Charley awake. She lifted her head, blinking sleepily, and found Nessa dozing next to her, one arm thrown over her face, the other draped across Charley’s hip. Charley shifted her arm gently and sat up. Pale sunlight streamed into the cave mouth, sparkling off the water filling the cave. A sudden, choking anxiety gripped Charley and she shook Nessa less gently.
“Nessa, where’s your skin?”
Nessa peered at her from between her fingers, looking confused. “Down where I left it.”
“The tide came in.”
Nessa sat up and stretched. “It’ll just be under the water, Charley.” She slipped off the ledge, splashing gracefully into the waist-deep water. She ducked under and disappeared for a few minutes. Charley held her breath, counting the beats until Nessa resurfaced.
Nessa broke the water with a gasp, flinging herself up in an icy spray, wet hair flinging droplets clear across the cave. It was a panicked motion and Charley felt an answering panic flare in her. “It’s gone!”
Charley scrambled down from the ledge with much less grace, hitting the water hard and sending a wave crashing over her own head. She spat out a mouthful of salty water and grabbed Nessa. Nessa flailed in the water, kicking up sand and stone as if she’d unveil her seal skin. Her liquid brown eyes were wide and wild. “It’s gone! Charley, it’s gone!”
“Well, it can’t have gone far,” Charley said, trying to keep her voice level and light. “Let’s just -“
The dog barked outside the cave again, high-pitched and over-excited. A boy shouted, telling the dog to hush and back off. A spark of anguish lit Nessa’s eyes and she pulled free of Charley, racing to the cave mouth. Charley followed instinctively, ignoring flashes of pain in her feet as she cut them on jutting rocks. Nessa was already over the barrier at the cave mouth, almost throwing herself over them. Charley slipped and skidded as she followed, cracking her knee as she stumbled onto the beach.
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September 10, 2015
Spotlight on Alpha Blood
Alpha Blood (Pack Warriors #1)
By: Elena Kincaid
Release Date: September 3, 2015
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!
Buy Links:
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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?”
About the Author:
Elena Kincaid 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 started a graphic design business a few years later. She developed
a passion for reading and writing at an early age and loves to write what she
loves to read and that is romance with a paranormal twist. Her desk is
constantly cluttered with journals, sticky notes, and torn out pieces of paper
full of ideas.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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September 8, 2015
Spotlight on Jack and the Jean Stock by @AuthorHKCarlton and @evernightpub
Let’s hear it for the boys! And Naughty Fairy Tales!
Thank you so much for having me on your site today and allowing me to share my latest release, Jack and the Jean Stock, with you and your readers.
You’ve seen them right? The erotic retellings of some of our favorite childhood stories, all naughtied up for adult consumption. Cinderella snags her Prince, Belle tames her Beast, Little Red Riding Hood humps the wolf, Alice and the Mad Hatter get down and dirty, while that rascally White Rabbit watches, and Puss and Boots, well that’s just too damn easy. J
[Evernight has a whole line of Naughty Fairy Tales. If you haven’t, you should check them out. More information down below]
What’s missing? The boys!
I’m not really sure why, but when I decided I was going to have a go at penning a naughty fairy tale, I kept circling back to Jack and the Beanstalk. But Jack wasn’t materializing as a young boy, as in the original. No, his image kept presenting as a well-built, strapping Jack. Of course, you can’t have a Jack without a giant. And, oh hot damn, Jack’s giant is even hotter.
If you’re familiar with the fairy tale of Jack and the Beanstalk; I tried to stay true to many of the stories’ memorable features—though I don’t want to give too much of my version of the story away—I even managed to keep the famed Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum, but probably not in the way you’d expect. I also gave the tale a modern update along with my own little twist, that gives Jack and his giant, a whole new connotation.
Here’s the Blurb:
Strapped for cash and drowning in his ailing mother’s medical debt, the one bright spark in Jack Castor’s life is working his dream job for a specialty clothing manufacturer that caters to large men. Although his personal life is all but nonexistent, career-wise, he thrives under the tutelage of his friend and father-like mentor, Cronus Gigandet, a gigantic man with a heart to match. But when Cronus dies suddenly, the company’s future is thrown into uncertainty.
Titan Gigandet, Cronus’ wayward son, a giant of a man in his own right, is furious when he learns his father has included his upstart protégé, Jack, in his will, leaving him equal shares in the family-run factory. Reluctantly, Titan rescinds his own self-imposed exile and returns to a company in turmoil.
The gloves come off, and the major players fight for control. With the shareholder’s agreement about to run out, decisions concerning the business need to be made, and quick. But Jack and Titan clash at every turn. The pair is so at odds, the quarrels rapidly become physical, but fists soon give way to angry, forbidden kisses. Though the blazing new attraction does nothing to quell the antagonism or distrust between them.
While battling to save the company, Jack’s mother takes a turn for the worse. Just when it seems like all hope is lost, Titan unearths a stunning find.
Could this new discovery be Jack’s ‘golden goose’ or just the beginning of the end to everything Jack holds dear?
Buy Links:
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Excerpt: 18+ m/m
The big man lay there, still as death.
“Oh bloody hell!” Jack rushed to his side. Kneeling, he took his pulse. It beat reassuringly.
He was afraid to turn him over just in case he injured him more. And he knew he wouldn’t be able to get him to the house by himself.
Jack pulled out his cell phone and was about to dial 911 when Titan groaned and rolled over onto his back. To Jack’s surprise, he smiled up at him and chuckled. In his half-drunken state, his eyes were half-mast and dreamy. And once again, it hit Jack square in the gut how handsome the man was, even if he was the world’s largest prick.
“Well, come on, Englishman, help me.” He reached up.
After a moment of hesitation, Jack took his giant hand, and after planting his feet, he braced to heave the massive man back up onto his enormous feet.
But as Titan began to sit up, the easy-going expression on his face changed and too late Jack realized he was going down.
Titan might have his size going for him, but Jack knew how to fight. It was one of the good things that had come out of his on-again off-again relationship with Sergeant Tabart. Grappling with Deputy Dimples was one of his favorite workouts.
But with the element of surprise, Titan clipped him on the jaw before he could even get his bearings, rattling his thoughts.
Titan tried to straddle his prone body, taking the dominant position, but his intoxication worked in Jack’s favor.
“You fucking bastard!” Titan roared, about to drop another fist, but Jack took evasive action and craned his neck to the side while twisting his body beneath the behemoth on top of him. Slightly off balance, Titan swayed, his knee leaving solid ground by Jack’s hip. Jack seized the opportunity and bucked the bigger man, not off— he would be so lucky, but it was enough to change the trajectory of his fist. His clenched hand landed with a thud in the grass near Jack’s chin.
“You sneaky fuck, I hate you!”
That pissed him off. Jack punched the inside of Titan’s bent elbow, knocking the joint out. The big man fell forward and Jack tried to dislodge him.
They rolled and somehow Jack ended up on top. “You’ve no right to hate me,” he yelled. “I’ve done nothing to you. ‘Til now!” Looking for a little payback, Jack punched his nice strong chin.
“Umpf!”
The next thing Jack knew, they were rolling around the front yard like a couple of twelve-year-olds fighting over all the marbles.
“You took my fucking life!” Titan landed another stinging blow, this time catching Jack’s cheekbone.
“You’re insane!” Keeping up the tit for tat, Jack nailed Titan’s chiseled cheek.
“That should have been my job. My inheritance. My dad!”
“He was your dad, you freaking moron. That’s something I could never take away from you. He loved you.” Jack got the upper hand and looked down at him. “He was proud of you. Don’t ask me why. You were a lousy son. You’re the one that fucked up by staying away! You can’t blame anyone but yourself for that.” Jack punched him again. “Not even me!”
Titan growled like a rabid animal; his strength surged. Another tumble and Jack was on the bottom again. He braced himself for the onslaught to come. Luckily the ginormous man was half tired out from wrestling. Jack struggled, trying to capture his wrists and control him and the situation before he did him some real harm.
It only seemed to piss him off all the more. His nostrils flared. He gritted his straight white teeth. He continued to snarl obscenities and blame Jack for everything wrong with his life. He lowered his center of gravity as they continued to grapple. Practically face to face now, Jack cringed, afraid Titan might resort to using those sharp looking chompers since he was unable to inflict pain any other way.
He howled and dropped his cheek to Jack’s. Mortified, Jack squirmed, turning his head from side to side in an attempt to get away from the angry man. Their noses hit. Whiskers chaffed.
Out of nowhere, Titan inhaled abruptly, then his full lips grazed Jack’s. By accident of course but it was enough to peak Jack’s interest. What would he do to him if he realized Jack was aroused?
Titan continued to twist his head back and forth, as if using his forehead to hold Jack down. But with every pass he managed to swipe across Jack’s mouth.
One minute they were brawling and the next Titan captured his lips in the angriest adversarial but amazingly stirring kiss he’d ever experienced.
Author Bio:
H K Carlton is a multi-published Canadian author of romance and its varied sub-genres, including contemporary, paranormal, historical, family saga and erotica.
H~K
I enjoy writing in many different genres. I write where the muse takes me and make no apologies for it. By now, it’s quite safe to say I will never pick just one genre and stick to it. There are just too many possibilities and stories left to tell. Today time-travel, tomorrow sweet historical romance—the next release might be, down and dirty erotica or ménage. I hope you’ll join me for the ride.
Variety is creativity’s playground—It’s where you’ll find me.
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Wishing you all a happily ever after…
H
