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Spotlight on the Nola Naughty Nin9 Boxset

 

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Title: Nola Naughty Nine

Guilty pleasure. Perfect Sin.

New Orleans gets in your blood. Like sweet chocolate or a decadent bite. Ancient mysteries hide behind hidden doorways, and messy love happens in the dim bar lights of the French Quarter. Follow us through nine tales of love found through need, pain, desire, and inhuman temptations. Contemporary, paranormal, menage, or gender bending, we’ve got it all, in one perfect package. Just like the city itself.

9 Erotic Romance Tales in the Big Easy

Bayou Shadows by Erzabet Bishop
Voodoo dreams and buried lies bring Delia to New Orleans. A sexy shifter with secrets of his own might just get her to stay…

Sultry by Amanda Byrne
Ash is really fuckin’ tired of being a virgin. Rory’s suddenly got an urge to seduce him. But can their friendship survive?

Sinfully Hot by Tina Donahue
A hotter-than-sin reaper. A badass demon. Hell doesn’t get steamier than this.

Playing with Fire by Margaret Madigan
When Vlad Golakov is sent to New Orleans to find a missing woman, he plans to get the job done quickly, then enjoy the Big Easy. He doesn’t expect to fall in love with the woman-turned-werewolf or teach the pack’s alpha that when you play with fire, you’re bound to get burned.

Creole Corsair by Wren Michaels
Sabine Chauvet needs closure on her family’s past. But when she runs into Jasper Carrington, her old high school crush, the one thing in her past she wasn’t searching for finds her instead.

Phenomenal by LeTeisha Newton
We all lose, and it snatches our souls right out our chests. When I lost her, I wanted to destroy the world with the same bloody hands I used to pound my enemies. When I win her back, she won’t get away again. I’ll risk my life for it.

Change of Heart by Liv Rancourt
Preacher always said New Orleans was a den of sin, so of course Clarabelle had to see for herself…

An Evening at Crossroads by Kate Richards
They broke every taboo, an ancient vampire, an exotic shifter on the run sharing gay romance under the roof of the newest and most daring club in New Orleans

Lion of Frenchman Street by Teresa Noelle Roberts
When saxophonist Peter Lyons invites New Orleans newcomer Kelsey into his world of jazz and kinky sex, his dominance ignites her body and his music speaks to her soul. But Peter’s hiding old pain and when Kelsey’s offered a job out of town, everything goes out of tune.

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Excerpt: Bayou Shadows by Erzabet Bishop
 
He was wild in Delia’s arms, his body filling hers with an almost violent claiming. His hips thrust against her, grinding his body into hers down to the very root of him.
She cried out, wrapping her leg around his waist as he withdrew and came back again with an animal ferocity that made her want to weep. He lowered her to the ground, careful to pull her skirts beneath her so she wasn’t against the cold ground and fucked and filled her until she bucked beneath him, her fingers clawing at his back as another orgasm tore through her body in waves.
Stefan roared, his hips thrusting forward in a final push, his body emptying inside hers, filling her with his seed. He lowered his head to the soft flesh of her shoulder and sank his teeth into her, holding on as the waves of pleasure and pain carried them both to another place and time.
Something shivered to life and broke inside her, and the power of his touch awakened pieces of her soul she hadn’t known existed. The broken shards of Charles’s shattered spirit melded with her own, but so did the lineage her mother had tried so hard to protect her from.
A black man with long braids flowing loose around his head, dressed in a suit and bright red dress shirt, winked at her in her mind’s eye, his lips twisted up into a devilish smile.
“Welcome, daughter.” He laughed, throwing his hands out, the host of spirits of swirling around him like they had her all her life.
She heard her mother’s voice in her mind again.
There is a why, baby. Someday you’ll understand. Then it’s up to you.
Papa Legba. Conduit to the underworld and master of the crossroads.
Her father.
Image after image tumbled into her mind. The lineage of the Maries in one long vision Delia could hardly keep separate—so she didn’t bother trying. It was a part of her,  like the ghosts and the caramel color of her skin, and it would take her a lifetime to understand it all.
But she would have time.
Stefan would see to that. Just like she would make sure they had a future.
The sound of drums rumbled in the distance, and she laid a hand on Stefan’s back as he froze.
“You hear it, too?”
“We have to go.” He stared down at her with eyes bright as the moon above. “They’ll be here soon.”
“Who?”
But, even as she asked the question, Delia knew the answer. Her people were coming and they were coming for her. Because if they didn’t, there would be hell to pay. The darkness was here and it was hungry for blood.





About Erzabet Bishop:
Erzabet Bishop is an award winning and bestselling author who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Crave, Snow (Three Times More Lucky Box Set), Malediction (A Wicked Halloween Box Set), Map of Bones (upcoming-A Wicked Affair Box Set), Sanguine Shadows (Vampire Bites Box Set), The Science of Lust, Wicked for You, Heart’s Protector, Burning for You, Red Hot (upcoming), Bayou Shadows (Nola Naughty Nine) Hedging Her Bets (Alpha Fever Box Set), Cat’s Got Her Tongue (Alpha Heat Box Set), Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark (upcoming),The Devil’s Due (upcoming), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming), Sigil Fire, Glitter Lust (upcoming), Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Fantasies in Red, Sweet Seductions, Holiday Cruise, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts: Jess, Temptation Resorts: Marnie, Taming the Beast, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many anthologies. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies.
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Spotlight on Her Protectors by Tamsin Baker

Her Protectors

By Tamsin Baker

 

Blurb:

The last thing she expects when she arrives at a lodge that guarantees every visitor that they will see a Polar bear, is two men who believe she is their soul mate. 

Ashten and Raylock get a phone call from their brothers that their mate has arrived. They rush home, assuming it was only Brad’s mate that had been found. Instead, their own red haired goddess is there to greet them on their return. 

All is well with the brother shifters when Jacky submits instantly to their attraction and she seems to be falling in love with them. But they have enemies everywhere and when Jacky unknowingly steps off their land, she is taken by some rouge vampires. 

Can they get her back in time? Or will the damage their nemesis does to her, turn her against them forever?

 

Excerpt:

Ashten held tight to his beautiful mate’s hand as they traipsed around the land, pointing out sights, animals and tree’s she wanted to know about. She had a hundred questions and her enthusiasm was a joy to watch.

“This is all so beautiful Ashten! Let’s get higher, I want to see the view.”

Jacky broke off from his hand, the coldness as she left him rushing over him was amazingly powerful and he took off after her. She was running through the forest, her happy laughter echoing around him like the most beautiful music.

“I’m going to catch you.” He growled playfully and darted around the trees, pinching at her gorgeous bum and letting her continue to run.

Ashten growled and stomped, his heart pumping and adrenaline streaking through his blood as he ran in the sunshine with his mate.

They broke free of the forest and Jacky splashed into the low stream that flowed at the boundary to their property.

Shit. I didn’t realise we were this far out.

“Do polar bears like water?” She teased as she kicked her legs in the cold water, her delighted face one of true beauty.

He stood still and watched her stretch her arms out wide, turning her face towards the soft winter sun.

“We love it actually. This is the boundary to our land. It runs the south and eastern borders.”

He pointed down towards the area where the river winded between two massive Alaskan cypress trees.

“Really? Who owns this side?”

Jacky jumped out of the stream and began strolling towards the farm next to them.

Ashten’s heart began to pound as fear skittered along his spine.

“Jacky, come back. You’re not safe when you’re off our land.”

She turned and smiled at him, raising one eyebrow. “You gonna come and get me big guy?”

“Oh, you wanna play again do you?”

Which wasn’t a bad idea, he needed her back on their land as soon as possible, and if that meant carrying her back over the threshold, then so be it.

She squeaked and began running.

“I’m going to get you.”

He stepped into the stream and cold water soaked his shoes and the last foot of his pants. “You’ll pay for that my beautiful girl.”

He started running after her and something caught his attention. A noise, a whooshing. Someone running. That smell. Death.

“Jacky!”

Pain thumped through the back of Ashten’s head and a high pitched cry pierced his eardrums.

He hit the ground.

Another scream sounded and Ashten jumped up, his magic flowing faster than it ever had before. He reached out for the male vampire in front of him, his white paw gripping the vamp’s neck and squeezing hard.

“We…”

Ashten threw him to the ground and slammed his foot through the vampire’s head. He didn’t care. He’d deal with the fall out later.

Jacky.

He began running in the direction he’d last seen her running.

He circled around and around the trees, her sweet smell lingering, but there was nothing but air and grass.

He roared into the sky, his heart cracking in his chest.

He began to run, true fear trickling along his skin like ice water as he got closer to his brother.

 

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Spotlight on A Wicked Halloween Boxset

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A WICKED HALLOWEEN: A Paranormal Romance Box Set of Tales

Featuring Witches, Vampires, Shifters, Ghosts, and More is now available for

pre-order!

Thirteen paranormal romance tales that will thrill and chill

you just in time for All Hallow’s Eve. With many of the stories set in

Salem—the ultimate city for witchy, demon, and shape-shifting delight—these

tales will enthrall you with their sexy heroes and spellbinding characters.

Salem has never been this hot!


Stories by: Gwen Knight, Debbie Herbert, Erzabet Bishop,

C.E. Black, Angelica Dawson, Charlie Daye, Kiki Howell and Gina Kincade,

Phoenix Johnson, Sherrie Lea Morgan, Elizabeth A. Reeves, Linda Thomas

Sundstrom and Hope Welsh.

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Excerpt from Malediction by Erzabet Bishop
 
Alistair spotted the gorgeous brunette across the room and,

when she approached the refreshment table, he followed. For a millisecond he’d

taken her for the scrawny woman in the red dress, but on closer inspection he

was pleased to note the differences. Same dress, but the way this woman wore

it, he was tempted to peel it from her, inch by scrumptious inch.
 His pack mate had

poured a few bottles of something into the punch and, while it was entertaining

to watch some of the guests succumb to the antics of the season, he didn’t

quite feel the same about the sexy female in front of him. This woman would be

far more interesting sober, he had a hunch and his predictions usually turned

out to be spot on. The markings on her arms intrigued him and he wondered if

they covered more of her body. Like tendrils of smoke curling around her flesh,

they spiraled around her skin in an unending pattern, giving him the urge to

trace every single one and see where it led.
He should be home at Briarwood, but his duties as Beta

brought him here to make sure Jessup didn’t get too out of hand. So far the pup

had been a bit mischievous, but nothing that would make him worry. Whatever

concerns he had melted when he gazed at the beauty in front of him, his animal

taking control.
Serious gray eyes winked at him from behind an elegant lacy

black mask and he had the urge to peek beneath it to see what she was hiding.

Full lips bowed below the mask, and her mass of dark hair was wound into an

up-do that he longed to plunge his fingers into while he explored her mouth

with his.
Jesus, Alastair. Get a grip.
His wolf perked up when she’d come into view and his

instinct to bed her followed in quick succession. He shook it off with a frown.

One night stands were not his style, especially with women he didn’t know. He

had other concerns and, as soon as he made sure Jessup wasn’t going to fuck up

and intoxicate half of the wealthier citizens of Salem, he was out of here.

Duncan was still missing and he’d left Laurel in charge in his stead.
But, her eyes. Fuck. They fairly glowed with a power that

socked him in the gut as they watched him from behind the mask. When she wet

her lips and took her bottom lip between her teeth, he almost lost the battle

with himself not to let his beast take over and drag her into the nearest coat

closet.
“Are you here with someone?” He cleared his throat, aware of

the growl threading through his voice.
“No. Are you?”
“Just a couple of friends. What do you think? Want to end up

in a compromising situation with a stranger?” He grinned and, seeing Jessup

approach, steered her away from the refreshment table. Alistair wanted her to

himself, at least for a little while.
“Seven deadly sins? How about a dance? With my footwork,

that could lead towards all kinds of infractions.”
“Hmm.” He swung her into his arms and into the crowd,

relishing the sensation of his hand on her lower back. The plunging view

offered by her bodice made his body stand at attention and the wolf beneath his

skin whined with want. “So, which deadly sin could you possibly have that would

sink a guy faster than lust? That dress…”
“These shoes.”
“Oh, but those… those are not a sin. Not at all. In fact, I

could look at them all night long.”
“You could, could you?” The woman laughed, deep and sensual.

Her eyes snapped with amusement. “Then you try wearing them.”
“Maybe I will.” He wanted her, and the closer they got, the

more obvious it was going to become. He weaved her around the dance floor, her

movements matching his. Her perfume and the spicy scent of her hair were making

it hard to concentrate. At the look in her eyes, he dragged her back hard

against him, his animal wild in his blood.
“Do you want to get out of here?”
“Please.”
 “Let’s get some air.”

Alistair led her out onto the balcony, the twinkle lights flickered making the

grounds outside the hotel look enchanted. He had to clear his head.
“Who are you?” Alistair brushed a strand of hair away from

her face.
“I’m just a girl who needs an escape from reality. How about

you?”
“Same here.”
“Just a girl, huh?” The mystery woman smiled.
He gathered her into his arms, letting her feel the full

force of his arousal. “I don’t know. I’m not feeling much like a girl right

now.”
“No. I didn’t think you were.” She leaned into his embrace,

her lips curving up in an inviting smile.
“What’s your name?”
“Bridget. Yours?”
“Alistair.”
“Well, Alistair. It’s nice to meet you. I have one

question.”
“What’s that?”
“How long is it going to take for you to kiss me?”
“Time me.” Alistair’s mouth covered hers hungrily and he

forced her mouth open with his thrusting tongue. She gasped, trembling within

his embrace and he pulled her deeper into the shadows, away from prying eyes.

 

About Erzabet:

Erzabet Bishop is an

award winning and bestselling author who loves to write naughty stories. She is

the author of Lipstick, Crave, Snow (Three Times More Lucky Box Set),

Malediction (upcoming-A Wicked Halloween Box Set), Map of Bones (upcoming-A

Wicked Affair Box Set), Sanguine Shadows (Vampire Bites Box Set), The Science

of Lust, Wicked for You, Heart’s Protector, Burning for You, Red Hot

(upcoming), Bayou Shadows (upcoming-Nola Naughty Nine) Hedging Her Bets (Alpha

Fever Box Set), Cat’s Got Her Tongue (Alpha Heat Box Set), Arcane Imaginarium:

Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark (upcoming),The Devil’s Due

(upcoming), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming), Sigil Fire,

Glitter Lust (upcoming), Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress

for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Fantasies in Red, Sweet Seductions,

Holiday Cruise, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts: Jess, Temptation Resorts:

Marnie, Taming the Beast, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain

Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many

anthologies. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often

be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet

projects and watch monster movies.
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Spotlight on R.I.L.Y Forever by Norah Bennett

Julia and Ethan meet at the age of sixteen and are drawn to one another, first as friends then as lovers. When everything and everyone Julia holds dear is threatened, Julia is forced to do the unimaginable. Under a veil of secrets and lies, the young lovers are violently separated. The last time Julia sees Ethan, he gives her a heart-shaped silver locket with the inscription, R.I.L.Y. Forever.

Twenty-two years pass before Ethan and Julia’s lives intersect again in a small town in Northwest Jersey. Their reunion is unexpected and emotional. Their passion reignites and their relationship flourishes despite Julia’s abusive ex-husband and Ethan’s possessive ex-wife. But the past rears its ugly head and the lovers soon discover that a foundation built on secrets will always crumble. Can Ethan and Julia overcome their painful past and learn the lessons of honesty, trust, and forgiveness in time to save their love?

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Excerpt

Julia stopped walking, thinking, breathing! Her world narrowed to him—his tousled, thick, brown hair, his mesmerizing gray-blue eyes that changed with his every mood, and his long, thick lashes that were the envy of every girl in high school. Julia devoured Ethan with her eyes. She couldn’t help herself. She was starved. He was taller and more built than she recalled, but his handsome face with its square chin, slightly crooked nose from years of playing football, and full, sensuous lips, was the same image that visited her dreams nightly.

Julia knew the instant he became aware of her. He stopped answering Aimee as his gaze shifted and centered on her. His pupils widened and his eyes darkened to a smoky gray. Aimee followed his gaze. Her brows furrowed and she took a step toward Julia. But Ethan grasped her elbow and shook his head.

Julia’s eyes never left Ethan’s tall, muscular frame as he walked toward her. The room and all its inhabitants fell away until there was only him. The soft caress of his eyes touched every inch of her. She studied his face, but his expression was neutral. He stood silently examining her and it was left to Julia to break the silence. The problem was she had no idea what to say. No words were adequate to express how she felt. But as her eyes locked with his, she hoped they voiced what her lips couldn’t. She missed him. Missed him every second, minute, and hour they were apart. When he was hers, he was her best friend, her lover, her confidant. He was her everything. When she lost him, the ground beneath her feet shook so violently, it brought her to her knees and it took years to learn how to stand on her own, without him.

Tears pooled in Julia’s eyes and spilled down her cheeks. She wrapped her arms around herself. Ethan’s assessing gaze tracked her every movement and then his eyes, followed by his mouth, softened.

He remembered.

About the Author

Norah is a contemporary romance writer living deep in the woods on a lake in NW Jersey. She has been married for thirty years to the love of her life. She has two adult children, a Great Dane, a Maltipoo, and a Cockatoo. There is never any peace in her house and she likes it that way.

By day she is a serious professor and administrator at a university in the Northeast. By night she lets her imagination flow as a romance writer. Although it is incredibly hard to balance both worlds, it’s a hell of a lot of fun walking around having this delicious secret, this alternate life that few people know about. Welcome to the world of Norah Bennett.

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Spotlight on Her Temporary Boss by Mackenzie Williams

Evernight Publishing or Amazon US

Blurb:

Morgan White is in the middle of a rough patch in her life as she begins her new job. She has just broken things off with her fiancé after finding out about his unfaithful ways. As she starts her temporary job at Slade Incorporated, she feels unworthy of love.

Connor Slade is not your typical boss. He isn’t just looking for someone with great secretarial skills. Can Morgan be what he wants her to be? Will this man destroy her or save her?

Excerpt:

At one-forty, she sat staring at the clock. Her smile faded as excitement and nervousness took over. She only had to wait one more minute and then she heard him.

“Ms. White, come here.”

Her smile returned as she left her office, but she did her best to hide it once she entered through his open office door. There Mr. Slade stood, with his hands on his hips, his sweaty shirt already off. His hair looked wild and damp, his face and chest were flush.

“Sir?” Morgan looked from him to his desk and then back up to meet his stare. “Oh, damn it! I forgot your after-run things. I’ll get them. Hang on.”

She quickly jogged into the small room and grabbed the items. When she rushed back to his desk, she set the items well off to the side. She wanted plenty of space in case he responded the way she wanted him to.

“Morgan, I’m quite tired from my run, but you leave me no choice. Get in the position.”

This time she couldn’t hide her grin as she hurried around the desk. She suspected that he knew exactly what her plan was, but in the moment, she didn’t care. Her body wanted to feel his hands on it. There will be plenty of time later for embarrassment and self-loathing.

As Mr. Slade came around behind her, Morgan’s clit was already tingling. She could feel his body heat as he stood there, waiting. She heard him take a deep breath before moving her skirt. A moan came off her lips at just this smallest move from him.

When her ass and pussy were exposed, her eyes closed slowly as her hands started to claw at his desk. He let out a masculine moan as his hands rubbed over her skin. This sound and his gentle hands made her instantly feel better. Morgan took these as signs that he was also enjoying this.

“So my disobedient little one needs another reminder?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was breathy and even she could hear the neediness in it.

With no more pauses, Mr. Slade’s hand came down on her ass. She moaned and it quickly rolled into a purr.  She felt her nipples harden as another hard smack met her ass. A whimper left her throat and he slapped her again, harder. Morgan felt her skin start to burn which was mixing with the throbbing of her clit.

“Ask me, Morgan.”

“What?” Morgan spoke through harsh breaths.

“We both know what you want, but I want to hear you say it.”

Morgan blinked rapidly while still clawing at the desk. She was unsure what she should do here. Her pussy was wetting further as she heard his deep breathing increase.

“Ask!” His voice was harsh as his hand came down hard against her ass.

Morgan yelled out a loud moan and then her words flew from her mouth without her full permission. “Sir, please. Touch me.”

“Where, Morgan? Say it.”

“Touch my pussy, Sir.”

A low satisfied growl came from behind her. She then felt his body press up against her right thigh. His erection pressed hard against her soft leg and she whimpered, knowing he was enjoying this play.

Mr. Slade then finally gave her what she wanted. Morgan gasped as she felt his fingers graze her bare pussy lips. His hand felt even warmer than it had on her ass. He ran his fingers up and down her lips several times before venturing forward to find her clit.

Morgan whimpered again as he pressed hard circles against it. Her climax was close already and she had no doubt that Mr. Slade knew it.

“This is what you were looking for, wasn’t it?” Again, he moaned behind her.

“Yes.” Her voice was a whisper now.

Suddenly, his fingers left her clit but soon entered her pussy. Not slowly, he pressed one finger into her. She whined as he slid it in and out a few times before adding a second finger. She tried to quiet her moans, but it was no use.

Spotlight on His To Punish by Doris O’Connor

Thanks so much for having me on your blog today with my new release His to Punish, book two of my dark romance series The Cleaners. This is the story of Ren’s second in command Ty Mason. Ever since I wrote Book one in the series, His Prize, I’ve been itching to tell Ty’s story.

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Ty seemed much softer than Ren, when we first get to know him, and to an extent that is certainly true. Ty though, like all of the cleaners to be fair, has many layers. He’s just as deadly as Ren; ruthlessly protective of those he cares about and deeply loyal.

I had great fun unravelling the truth behind who is Ty Mason, and there were a few surprises in store, I tell you. Subsequently this story is much longer than the first book in this series. It has many twists and turns as my too-feisty-for-her-own-good heroine goes looking for revenge… Which places Ty in somewhat of a dilemma.

Ren is like a brother to him, and he will do anything to protect his family, but what is he to do when the one woman who gets under his skin seems determined to threaten that family.

Well, you’ll have to read the book to find out what happens, I’m afraid. 

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Blurb:

Revenge or love…either choice will sacrifice her freedom. 

Dance teacher Jeanette MacArthur has one thing on her mind when she auditions for a job at  La Masquerade —revenge. She couldn’t protect her sister from the criminals she now seeks employment with, but she can ensure that justice prevails. 

If only her body wouldn’t melt at the touch of one of them. Ty Mason, second-hand man of the Cleaners, oozes dominance, aggression, and danger. He stands for everything she ought to despise, yet this unwanted attraction threatens to ruin her. 

Ty can’t take his eyes off the new dancer, not least because he senses the threat she represents. Only one thing for it—claim her for his own, and torture the secrets out of her—if need be. 

Her unwilling submission, however, means he discovers more than her secrets. His heart and their future are on the line.

Be Warned: BDSM, forced seduction, rimming, spanking, sex toys

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18 + Excerpt:

Ty’s hands went to his belt, and she jumped when he spoke again.

“I said strip, girl, now.”

Jeanette complied with shaking hands, and another one of these deep, dark growls rumbled from Ty’s chest, when she stood before him naked. Try as she might she couldn’t bring herself to look at him, had to fight the insane urge to sink to her knees, in fact. Lord only knew what was happening to her. She was losing the plot, because she could swear she could feel Ty’s intense gaze like a physical touch, as he ran it over her naked body.

She jumped again when he cracked the belt through the air like a whip, the resulting snap far too loud in the quiet room. He stepped around her, running one finger along her skin. From the tip of her nose, around her mouth, down her neck, and along her collarbone into the valley between her breasts, he continued the silent exploration, the contrast of his much paler flesh next to hers a heady aphrodisiac indeed. When he cupped one of her breasts in his hand and lifting it, bent his head to suck her hard nipple into his mouth, Jeanette couldn’t stop her whimper of need. Unbidden her hands tangled in his hair, to keep him there, as every hard suck made her pussy quiver in need. She could smell her own arousal in the air, as her juices slowly trickled down the inside of her thighs.

Ty bit down hard on the breast in his mouth, and the sharp pain of his bite made Jeanette cry out. Not in pain exactly, because she was far too turned on and already teetering on the edge of an orgasm.

“Please…”

Ty soothed the leftover ache from his bite by licking it, before he abruptly withdrew.

“I haven’t given you permission to touch me, girl.” He reached up to grasp her wrist, and Jeanette immediately let go of his hair. She caught a glimpse of his stern expression before he swung her around.

“Face the wall, and spread your legs, girl.”

It didn’t even occur to her to disobey, and when he joined her moments later his clean male musk enveloped her. He crowded her against that wall, the coolness of it against her skin a direct contrast against the heated male body pressing against her from behind. The feel of his chest hair against her back made her hyperaware of his harsh breathing. She closed her eyes against her shame, when he reached around and between her legs. There was nowhere to hide now, as confirmed by his next words.

“So fucking wet for me. You’re mine now, girl.”

A bite to her shoulder followed that possessive claim, and Jeanette cried out in surprise when he shoved two fingers into her pussy at the same time. Wet as she was they slid right in, and her internal muscles clamped down on the invaders. Ty thrust those digits in and out of her channel and adding another one, finger-fucked her with merciless precision. His cock was a hard, solid ridge against her hip, and he groaned into her neck again, when she spread her legs wider for him.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, your body knows who you belong to, doesn’t it?”

Jeanette tried to respond, but nothing but a keening sound came out, because Ty curled his fingers to massage her G-spot. Pleasure surged through her hard and fast, and her hips took on a life of their own as she rocked herself against his hand, desperate to gain the friction she needed to her clit to get over.

Before she could get there, however, Ty withdrew his fingers, and slapped her ass hard. Jeanette moaned her denial and shoved her ass back into him in a silent bid for him to continue, but she should have known that was a useless exercise.

“No, your orgasms belong to me now, and you will not come without my permission.”

One hand fisted in her hair, he pulled her away from the wall and marched her across to the cross. Jeanette’s heart missed a few beats, and then turned into a jackhammer when she caught side of their reflection in the mirror on the wall.

She looked like she felt, a woman on the edge. Her eyes were too wide, her mouth, still swollen from his earlier kisses slightly open, her breasts swaying from side to side, and shaking with every harsh breath she managed to draw into her lungs, as he half dragged her along. Her skin already showed the marks of his possession, his bite marks clearly visible, and she groaned when his arm came round her waist, and he kicked her legs apart. It meant her swollen most intimate parts were clearly visible. Jeanette ought to be ashamed at how wet she was, at the needy sounds that immediately spilled from her lips, when Ty yanked her head back further, and rubbed his jaw along her neck. His breath singed her skin, and their gazes locked. His dark eyes flashed with dangerous intent, and Jeanette’s internal muscles clenched in response, sending more moisture to her swollen lips. Ty smiled when he noticed, and his voice dropped even further, sending yet more shivers of dread, or was it anticipation, down her spine. Her clit quivered, the usually tiny bud clearly visible at the top of her hood.

“Take a good look, titch. Your body doesn’t lie. You want this, need it, even, and I’m just the man to give you what you need. All you have to do is ask.”

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Spotlight on The Royal Mate by April Zyon

The Royal Mate

Space Wars, book 6 (The Final one)

by April Zyon

Published by Evernight Publishing

Cover by the Fabulous Jay Aheer

It all comes down to this. The truth about what started the war between the Imarian and Craegin is coming out, along with the fact that there is one true royal left. One man to rule them all.

Markus Rothschild wants to live a simple, quiet life but when faced with the truth of what’s happening in his world, he knows he has no choice but to take his rightful place.

Paisley Ralston is a woman who loves teaching small children. She’s never even held a weapon, let alone fired one. Playing bodyguard to the royal heir is the last thing she expected to do. But when Markus’s security team is sabotaged, she may be his only hope.

Paisley didn’t realize that meeting Markus meant finding her mate. Hidden in a special bunker, Paisley and Markus will test their limits and prepare for what’s coming. Together they will come out stronger, bonded, and ready to face both galaxies.

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She looked at her mother and frowned. She couldn’t have heard the woman correctly. Paisley wasn’t a militant; she wasn’t a protector. For the love of all the saints, she was a teacher for young children.

The marshal looked at Paisley with a frown, then sighed. “Because you are about the one and only person that I will trust to be around him right now, and since you know where the safe house is I will leave you to take him. It’s too dangerous right now for him to remain on his ship with Fintan.”

“Wait, you mean, The General?” There was awe in Paisley’s voice and she knew it but she had seen what the man had gone through for his mate. He was the only reason that Paisley believed in love once more. It was the reason why, with her mother’s help, she’d broken the arranged marriage and begun to live for herself and not for what she should do.

“He’ll be arriving soon with several guards. You are all going to the bunker. The guards will take the outer shelter, and you and Markus will take the inner sanctuary.”

The inner sanctuary was a place that none could enter if they weren’t of the Ralston family. It literally took living blood and a tie to the blood and heartbeat of a Ralston to keep the air actually on in that sanctuary. It would be either a haven or a tomb depending on if people knew it or not.

“And what about you, Mother? You’ve kept a low profile while they sorted out the issues that were evidently in your offices.”

“This is very true and it’s past time for me to get back to what it is that I do. Besides, this way I know that you will be safe as will Markus.”

“You could always go into the shelter with him instead of me,” Paisley pointed out.

“No, because they would use you to get to me. You are my one weakness, Paisley.”

Paisley moved and gave her mother a hug. “There are not many that know of me, Mother. You’d probably be safe, you know, and so would I.”

“No, there is too much to be done.”

“But—”

“No buts, Paisley. This is an order. You are to keep him safe.”

Paisley bowed her head and nodded. “As you say. Just remember I don’t know how to fight.”

“You don’t, but he does.” Her mother gave her another hug, then pushed her toward where the family bunker was. It was something that no one and nothing could get into. Even if the world exploded, the bunker would eject into space and hook up with a waiting ship that would become their own private spaceship. It had been designed with the ultimate of protections in mind. Her great-grandfather had designed it and it had kept her mother safe when this war began to truly heat up as it had in the last several months.

“I trust you,” Paisley told her mother. She took a deep breath and smiled. “I’ll go pack.”

“Your things are already in the bunker. I had my assistant go to your home and empty your closets and drawers, and I personally put everything into the bunker. It’s fully stocked with food for the two of you for as long as you might need to be in there as well as the machines to recreate foods if you wanted or needed it. I doubt that much time will be needed, but just in case.”

“A career military man,” Paisley mused. “And how does he feel about having to hide?” she asked with a knowing grin. She knew the type.

“About like what you think he’s feeling,” the marshal stated with a laugh. “I wouldn’t be surprised if Fin had to tranquilize him to bring him in. Now, go.”

And just like that Paisley was summarily assigned a duty that she had no business taking care of. She wasn’t a fighter and never had been. She was soft, short, and more than a little pudgy. Paisley was not anything that anyone really would ever look a second time at.

Chapter One

“No, not happening.”

His commanding officer gave him a look that would have made Markus squirm when he’d first stepped on board the cruiser. Now it only had him digging his heels in further. “You know that it is not even an option, Markus. For your safety, and for the future of both our races, we need to make sure you remain alive until the general public is made aware of everything.”

He hated when Fintan Daykin made complete sense. The man already thought too highly of his logic for his own good.

Yes, Markus was important, but to his thinking, he was no more important than any other Craegin. Or Imarian, if he wanted to get technical. He was, after all, a byproduct from both races, although the Imarian in his blood was definitely diluted.

Growling under his breath about his stubborn commander, Markus shoved a hand through his short, dark mahogany hair and paced around the office. Fintan held his tongue for once, a blessing and a curse all at the same time.

Markus wouldn’t be in this situation where he was being ordered by not only Fintan but by the marshal of the Craegin people to go into hiding for his safety if not for a wedding most Craegin and Imarian people did not know occurred.

If not for the fact the entire crew aboard the cruiser he was currently on would also be in danger, he wouldn’t even consider leaving. But he could not willingly and knowingly put others in danger because he was stubborn. Yes, he was stubborn, but he was not stupid. And while it grated severely on his nerves to admit it, Fintan and the marshal were correct. Not only were there factions on the Craegin home world who wanted him dead and buried where no one could dig him up, but there was the entire ruling body of Imara to take into account. They likely had spies in place on his home world and moon outposts, hoping to get a shot at him.

Markus stopped near the vid monitor in Fintan’s office, which showed the view from space of the outpost planet they were currently orbiting. Most folks down there didn’t have a clue about the ticking time bomb floating in space above their heads. The wars that were held in the ships in space sometimes pelted down upon the heads of those on the planets below, something they tried hard not to allow happen. Never had he hated knowing about his heritage more than he did right then.

“Fine, I’ll go. But I don’t need a watcher. I am more than capable of taking care of myself. You and I both know that. And it is much easier to deal with anyone that may get wind of my location if I am alone. Having someone either interfering or uselessly getting in the way will only get me killed.”

“It’s not my call, and it’s definitely not yours. You will have a watcher, but I’ve been assured by the marshal that this individual will follow your orders to the letter unless they are a direct threat to your own life. I cannot, nor would I, change that.” Fintan pushed up from his chair to come stand by his side. “I know that your heritage weighs heavily on you. I wish I could carry the burden with you, my friend. But I will do whatever is necessary to keep you alive. Once the general public of Craegin and Imara know about you, and your lineage, then you can step from the shadows and into the light.”

Snorting at his words, Markus shot a look over his shoulder to the other man. “That was rather poetic, Fin. Love has changed you more than even I realized. Although I don’t know if this new streak you are showing is for the better.”

“Shut up,” Fin muttered.

Amusement coursed through him for a moment. He knew Fintan was doing it on purpose, and that made Markus appreciate the man’s friendship all the more. But the knowledge that he, Markus Rothschild, was the only living heir to the crowns of both Craegin and Imara… The reason he was the only living heir was tragic, according to many. His parents had both been killed while on a tramp headed for a fundraiser event on a Craegin moon base. They and nine others including the pilots died instantly. Markus had not been with them like he normally would have, because he’d come down with a cold and had been too ill to travel.

The official report was a rogue micro-meteor shower had compromised the tramp’s hull. While it had been a cold comfort to him at only ten summers old at the time, he had at least known the reason why they would never be coming home again. There had been closure. Now that he knew about his lineage he had to wonder if perhaps someone had taken them out. But that didn’t really work, either, because he was still alive. Why kill his parents but leave him breathing?

It was only one of many questions that haunted him since he had been told he was descended from royalty. The royalty, if he wanted to get technical. Shaking his head mentally to get back on topic, he turned partially to look at Fintan without straining. “Basically, you are telling me I’m stuck with the marshal’s chosen watcher.”

Fin nodded. “Whoever it is will probably be nothing more than a large, silent shadow that lurks in the background while you try to keep from going insane with boredom.”

Right, there was that issue, too. “What exactly am I supposed to do during this unwanted hiatus from my career path? I don’t mind the idea of a couple days of downtime to relax and rest, but being stuck somewhere indefinitely is less appealing.”

“I’m sure we can find something for you to do. You might even be able to finish all those reports I know you have been ignoring.”

Markus plastered on his best innocent face and blinked at his commanding officer. “Reports? Whatever do you mean, General? I always do my reports promptly.”

Fintan’s eyebrows climbed up his forehead at that bold-faced lie. “Right. Do them all up. Wherever you are going will likely have the capability of secure transmissions, so you can send them all back here and I will sign off on them before submitting them. Sadie can make sure there are no electronic tags on any of those files that could potentially lead back to your location.”

Sadie, Colonel Bracken Kauller’s wife and family friend to the Daykins, was a genius with anything electronic. Her doctorate in AI and destroyer programming spoke for itself, but her skills were known across the quadrants even if people did not know her name. “I will make sure all the reports are completed. I make no promises on when I will get them done, though. It will depend on wherever you and the marshal are planning to stash me and this watcher you are saddling me with. My first priority will be security since that is why I am leaving the safety of a Craegin destroyer.”

“You cannot guilt me, Markus. I do this not only for your own good but for the good of two races. All of the Craegins and Imarians need you.”

“No, you’re right.” Damn but he felt like a kid being chastised right then. “I’m sorry. This situation is not our making, but it is our responsibility to see it righted. You and the marshal believe this is the best course to take, so I will bow to your wishes and let you handle it. But swear to me one thing, Fintan.”

“What is it?”

“Be expedient handling all this. Be careful, but do not dally. I am not now nor have I ever been one to sit idly by while my friends take the risks pointed toward me.” Markus had always preferred to face whatever came at him head-on, which made having to step aside and allow others to handle things grate on his nerves.

“I’ll do all I can to make sure we all come out of this alive and in a better position. Now go pack your bag and get your reports. The tramp will be here soon to take you to the cargo vessel that will shuttle you to your destination. I know it will not be the most comfortable ride, but no one would ever expect it.”

A few more words were exchanged before Markus left Fintan to his own duties. Heading to his quarters, he mulled everything he knew over in his head yet again. Before he ever got near the symbolic throne he was to take, he was going to drive himself crazy. And that did not even take into account whatever nightmare of a watcher he was being saddled with. He was definitely not looking forward to meeting whoever it might be.

 

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Spotlight on Sparks of Blue by Rose Wulf

Hello my lovelies! Thank you so much for having me today!

I’m here this time to talk about my brand new release, Sparks of Blue (Dark Light 2)! I am beyond excited for this particular book and I just know you’re going to love it!

Sparks of Blue

Dark Light series

Erotic paranormal romance

MF

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Blurb:

Nearly a century ago warrior angel Kai and Nephilim Belle were lovers. Then he broke her heart and never looked back.

Now Second in Command of the angel armada, Kai knew he was the obvious choice for this long-term mission. And his job was clear: keep Belle and her patient alive. But he wasn’t prepared for the resurgence of old memories and long-ignored feelings. He’ll have to face what he did a hundred years ago if he wants a chance to be back in Belle’s arms…but even then, angels are forbidden from laying with Nephilim. If they were caught, Belle would be executed.

Born a Nephilim, Belle was neither angel nor human. But she was a healer, and she was damned good at it. Her reputation got her noticed by the armada and eventually earned her the title of Master Healer. It also earned her a terrible assignment: save the life – and therefore the soul – of a cursed human…under the protection of her ex-lover. And it turns out the chemistry they’d once shared may have been buried, but it’s a flame that could never burn out.

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Excerpt:

She shoved the frustration of the never-ending struggle to prove herself from her mind as she checked out, doing her best to ignore the obvious flirtation attempt from the man at the desk. He could hardly meet her gaze long enough to smile. But she didn’t care, she just wanted to get out of there. As soon as she was done she moved out of sight, heading for a couple of trees that would make disappearing a little easier.

“You want me to smite him for you?”

Kai’s question startled her, as did the sound of his voice coming from behind her, and Belle jumped. “Kai, you scared the crap out of me!” she exclaimed as she turned to face him. His words hit her, then, and she couldn’t stop the tease. “Smite, really?”

“Seemed appropriate,” Kai said by way of explanation as he stepped into her personal space. Before she could catch her breath at his nearness he’d slipped her bag from her shoulders with one hand and caught her hip with the other. “Stop taking risks,” he added, the order roughened by a distantly familiar thickness to his voice that sent shivers of anticipation down her spine. Before she could process what he was doing he’d tugged her up against his chest and caught her lips in a hard kiss.

Belle moaned as he plunged his tongue into her mouth, demanding and teasing at the same time. He kissed her like a man starved, winding both arms around her as she kissed him back. Her skin burned beneath his heavy, heated touch and she threaded her fingers through his hair. It was thick and soft, exactly the way she remembered. He rolled his tongue over hers, stroking and sliding, reminding her body of exactly what he was capable of. Heat pooled low in her belly and she leaned into him instinctively.

For a long, blissful moment it was as if nothing had ever changed between them. The past ninety-plus years never happened. They were just two people with a powerful attraction to each other. They’d never broken up. He hadn’t ripped her heart out and torn it to shreds with his cruel words.

Except that he had. And that reminder was enough to dampen the flame he’d reignited in her blood. No matter how mindlessly good a kisser he was, no man was worth that. She had more self-respect than to throw herself at someone who could think so little of her.

Belle pushed back, taking a full step away from him as she fought to catch her breath. Her body rallied against her, remembering all too well the pleasure he could bring, but she held strong. She just hoped he couldn’t see the tears stinging her eyes.

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Rose Wulf is a giant romance fangirl. Hot, protective, sometimes even downright barbaric heroes and spitfire heroines are her favorites. Rose has been writing for as long as she can remember, and over the years she’s only grown fonder of it. The bonds between characters have always captivated her, and as an author those are Rose’s favorite things to play with – not always to the relief of her fictional babies!

Behind the scenes Rose is a quiet personality. She enjoys spending her non-writing time with her German Shepherd, Shadow, her mom, and her friends. Be it a fun game of Cards Against Humanity or a relaxing movie night, Rose believes everything is better with company. As for her own romance, she’s still searching for her hero (and hoping that, when she does find him, he’ll be willing to cook!).

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Spotlight on Burning For You by Erzabet Bishop

Burning for You
By Erzabet Bishop
Release day: July 1, 2016


Tags:
angel, arson, calendar, curvy girl, dragon shifter

romance hero, fantasy erotic romance, fate, fire hose, firebug, firefighter

hero, hot whips cafe, ice, paranormal romance, redemption, romantic suspense,

second chances, shifter, social media, westmore wolves series, winter fae


Blurb:
Where there’s smoke, there’s dragon fire.

Ordinary girl. Extraordinary fate.

Violet Winters is having a less than perfect day. Her

parents are meddling with her love life (again), her wintery magic is kaput and

her vivid dreams are coming far too close to reality. When she falls through

the ice after seeing her fiancé all close and snuggly with a fellow polar bear,

all bets are off. Is she better off dead or will she get another chance at life

when a Grimare angel rescues her from her chosen fate?

Fire meets ice and passions ignite.

Dante is a dragon on a mission: fight the string of strange

fires springing up around Westmore and find a mate. When his Captain decides to

have the men pose for social media shots to garner attention for the station,

Dante finds himself in the middle of a steady stream of women after his special

strategically placed “fire hose.”

At Hot Whips Café to haggle with the owner for counter space

for their new firemen calendar, he meets a woman who sets his inner scales on

fire. Can he save her from the machinations of the Fates or will she die a

second time by the very threat Dante fights against?

A dragon’s panty melting kiss may just be the wow this curvy

girl needs.

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Excerpt:
“Come on, Dante, show us a little leg.” The smirking

photographer circled in front of him and it was all Dante could do to control

the dragon scraping beneath his skin to avoid reaching out and shoving the

camera up his ass.

Pictures for social media. The Captain had officially lost

his fucking mind. The catcalls and male laughter from the rest of the guys made

him lose his footing and the fire hose he’d been using as a prop to conceal his

nakedness began to slip.

“Jesus. Fix that hose. This isn’t internet porn, you know.”

The Captain groused, scowling.

Dante scrambled to catch the hose and cover himself and

balanced against the newly washed and waxed fire engine, trying to pretend he

was anywhere else but standing like a prize bull at an auction.

“If you’ll hold still, please. The others have already

contributed their shots. You’re the last one.” The cameraman huffed, turning

the lens. He lowered the camera and glared at Dante. “You could smile maybe?”

Shit. He was distracted by the wacked out dream he’d had the

night before. A woman he’d never met swam in front of him, dying. Her long

black hair fanned out in the cold, dark water and he’d panicked. He’d told her

to live.

“Fine.” Dante growled, a wisp of smoke curling out from

behind his lips. He felt the change sliding beneath his skin, the dragon

agitated by his distress.

“God, Dante. Come on.” Carter laughed. “You aren’t afraid of

a little flashing light, are you?” The rest of the crew laughed, sharing in the

good natured ribbing.

“Bastard.”

He just wanted it to be over. His beast wanted to fly and

hunt and if he didn’t get out of here soon, he was going to lose his mind. Most

of the men here were either dating or married. He wasn’t and the urge to mate

had made his already bad temper even worse.

The Captain had lured him and the others in with the promise

of a social media boost to help the department. He figured a couple of pictures

for Instagram like that vet that had so many followers it was insane. Model

pretty with a gaggle of women trailing behind him like no tomorrow. The guy had

even been on national television recently. Cap was dreaming, but he also knew

the man would do anything to save their department from going strictly

volunteer.

So many in the country had gone that route and the bear

shifter was fighting it tooth and claw. Dante supported that. He’d moved from

his home in the mountains to come here after his buddy Carter had told him

about the job. Happy and with a large family of cat and dragon shifter young,

his friend would do anything to ensure things stayed status quo. So would he,

and apparently that included standing naked in front of a freshly polished

firetruck.

Thank God his mother couldn’t see him or he’d never hear the

end of it. She’d been writing him emails nonstop asking if he’d met any

promising women. Jesus. He’d never seen a woman more eager to fuss over

grandchildren. But he hadn’t and the prospects didn’t look very favorable. Not

that he hadn’t dated. He had. But no female he’d met even sparked his interest past

the typical curves and tight jeans and it wasn’t enough. Not anymore.

He wanted a mate. Someone to come home to and warm his bed

and his heart. Most of the women he’d come across only wanted one thing—to bang

a fireman and brag to their friends.

“Well, that’s about as good as I’m going to get if you’re

going to scowl like that.” The photographer capped his lens and sighed,

stalking off toward the Captain. “You can get dressed now.”

“Jerk.” Dante swiped the robe he’d worn from the floor and

shrugged into it.

“Man, you really need to learn to crack a smile, buddy.”

Carter grinned as he and a few of the others approached now that the

photographer had gone.

“Thank you, guys. Dante.” The Captain came forward giving

Dante a narrow eyed look, then nodded toward the remainder of the group. “We

should see the finished product in a day or so.”

Wait. Product?







About the author:
Erzabet Bishop is an

award winning and bestselling author who loves to write naughty stories. She is

the author of Lipstick, Crave, Snow (Three Times More Lucky Box Set),

Malediction (upcoming-A Wicked Halloween Box Set), Map of Bones (upcoming-A

Wicked Affair Box Set), Sanguine Shadows (Vampire Bites Box Set), The Science

of Lust, Wicked for You, Heart’s Protector, Burning for You, Red Hot

(upcoming), Bayou Shadows (upcoming-Nola Naughty Nine) Hedging Her Bets (Alpha

Fever Box Set), Cat’s Got Her Tongue (Alpha Heat Box Set), Arcane Imaginarium:

Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark (upcoming),The Devil’s Due

(upcoming), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming), Sigil Fire,

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Spotlight on Finding Love by Elodie Parkes

 

 
 
In the second of the stories that take place in and surrounding

the sex club, Candy Apple, handsome Jake watches Ellie from across the room.

Week after week he longs to touch and kiss her, but holds back until he can’t

wait one more moment. 
Ellie has needs to fill…the trouble is they just might drive

Jake away.


I got the inspiration for the Candy Apple from a building I pass

on the outskirts of a city I often have to visit with my employment.
The building is semi derelict and the upstairs windows are boarded

up, but if you pass on foot, you can see into the ground floor where a corner

of the paper that covers the window has bent and peeled away. I’m naughty

enough to stand on tiptoe and stare into the place regardless of people passing

behind me on the sidewalk and staring at me LOL
The building is as I describe in the story, but the lights are all

busted and the striped awning hangs away from the porch and flaps in the

breeze.
The room I could see inside was very long, reaching far back into

the gloom. It was still opulent, like a stateroom. It had a huge staircase

curving around the middle of the room. The outside steps lead to a room above the

one I can see into and I’d love to see into it, since I can’t I had to imagine

what might be like.
I often get story ideas from places and buildings, especially old

or mysterious looking ones. Sometimes I imagine what they might have looked

like or been used for and that’s when the setting for the story cements in my

mind.

 

Now available on Amazon,

a romance, contemporary, erotic, with a twist of darkness and suspense and naturally

Elodie’s must have HEA

 

Jake’s

a member of an elite club, the Candy Apple. Years ago, it used to be a

gentlemen’s club, but now it caters for other

needs. When he first sees Ellie sitting alone at one of the tables near the

dance floor, he makes it his business to find out about her.
Jake’s

enchanted by Ellie. He wants to give her what she needs.
Ellie

takes him up on the offer.
The

trouble is, Ellie’s needs will shock Jake and set him on a quest to find her,

when after a night of passion and rescue, she slips away into the night.
Finding

Love–a contemporary, erotic romance/suspense with a twist of darkness and an

HEA.
What

would you do to find love?

 

 
Finding Love: Incident at the Candy

Apple
Read an excerpt
 

Jake stepped onto the patio. The day had been crisp and cloud free.

As he gazed up into the clear night sky, he could see a sprinkling of stars. He

was lucky to see them since the city sent out an aura of light. He’d always

loved going out into the country away from the light pollution of the city

because at night the sky was full of stars. Jake shivered in his shirtsleeves.

If it hadn’t been unseasonably cold, he mightn’t even see the faint twinkling

that greeted him as he stared up. Some time ago, on a trip to a less populated

coast, he’d seen a shooting star. Jake had made a wish then. It hadn’t come

true yet, but he held onto the hope that one day it would.
 
He closed the big glass doors, and locked them before pulling the

pale gray, vertical blinds. He was ready to go out into the city. All he needed

was his jacket and the usual stuff he stashed in his pocket. The working week

had drained him, but he needed to go to the club he frequented. With any luck,

the lovely girl he’d noticed there would arrive again.
 
Jake drove to the Candy Apple and found a park in the lot they

provided. There was no valet parking there. The Candy Apple was a

semi-secretive place. Once a gentlemen’s club, the building ranged over four

floors, though the basement floor wasn’t generally obvious, Jake knew about it.

The exterior was verging on vintage, but an incredibly bright awning festooned

the entry and extended to the wide first floor window where the coffee bar was

situated. Over the top of the awning and around the shallow porch, shocking

pink and white neon lights cast their glow onto the sidewalk. The steps leading

to the front door shimmered under these lights and when it rained had the

appearance of a surreal waterfall. No one entered the club unless they were a

member. It seemed that introduction by a current member was the only way to join.

Jake strode along the white paved path leading from the parking

lot and that joined the main street sidewalk. He ran up the short stoop of the

club building, and met the security on the door. They knew him, but glanced at

his membership card anyway.
 
“Good evening, Sir.”
 
He grinned at them. “Hi, is the place busy?”
 
“Not yet. Have a pleasant night.”
 
He smiled as he took the wide hall that led into the low-lit main

room.
Jake sank gratefully onto the couch and stretched out his long

legs. He leaned against the sumptuous, leather backrest to wait for midnight.

His heartbeat practically matched the low thump of bass in the dance music

seeping from the adjacent room. A sudden burst of the melody assailed his ears

as the door opened and someone came through. He avoided the glance of the

solitary man who passed him and studied the toes of his boots considering

Ellie.
 
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2016 Hot Ink Press
 

https://www.amazon.com/Finding-Love-Incident-Candy-Apple-ebook/dp/B01HNPDZ7E

http://a-fwd.com/asin=B01HNPDZ7E