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October 21, 2015
Thursday Tasters: Cheerleaders in Heat by @SexyMuffyWilson and @LaurenceChrissy ~ ErocoThrobber-Excerpt
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“Here, my dear Cherie, is to what I predict will be an amazingly satisfying evening for us both. You are more beautiful than you were even last night, and you were exquisite—to us.”
They clinked glasses, and in her exhilarated state, Cherie swallowed the entire drink in three anxious sips. “Ah, Cherie. You must pace yourself more carefully. I have so much planned for us tonight, I would hate for you to overdo it too early in our evening. Have a strawberry.” “Oh, my. I am so sorry, Juan. I don’t know what came over me. I don’t usually suck down a drink so fast,” she sighed. She picked up a strawberry and licked it with the tip of her tongue, dipped it into the cinnamon sugar then slipped the tip between her ruby lips and into her mouth as she watched Juan while he gazed at her. “Mmm. I love strawberries.” “Well, I’m hoping you’ll discover a great many things that you love sucking tonight, mi pequeña, so save it for us. As for the drinks, just sip and savor, por favor, and of course, munch away on the strawberries. Have you tried one with the warm chocolate? It is Teuscher. I have flown in from Zurich, Switzerland ” With that, he lifted his own flute, and swallowed the remainder of his champagne in one swift gulp. Cherie, already feeling a little lightheaded, held out her glass for a refill. “Sit down, my dear. Have you eaten dinner?” “No, no. Cheerleading went late tonight, and I barely had time to shower. I didn’t want to be late on our first date.” “Mmm. Nor would I have wanted you to be,” Juan said, with a mysterious smile. “Let’s get to know each other a little better, and after we have explored one another awhile, I’ll put together a small dinner.” “Oh,” Cherie blushed, “That would be wonderful. But we’ve told each other so much over the past few weeks on the Internet, and oh my, after last night I feel as though I know you so well already. What can be left to tell?” Juan sat down next to her, and put his arm around her shoulders. He leaned in closely and inhaled her fragrance almost as if he could taste it, “Oh yes, we know all about one another—when I talked of exploring, I wasn’t referring to our minds. I was thinking more to the tactile…” Cherie giggled, nervously, and shifted apprehensively to look at him. “You haven’t disappointed me either, but you have a head start on me . . . you’ve not only seen me naked, but you’ve seen me at my most intimate; you’ve seen me on display for you and watched me cum.” “And a delightful experience that was, Cherie. I’m looking forward to sharing many naked moments together.” “Oh. That champagne went right to my head. May I use your restroom for a moment?” “Absolutely. Straight down that hallway, on the right. Save yourself for me, Cherie, and please do not do what you did in the restroom at Plume d’Or last night.” A wicked knowing smile flickered across his chiseled good looks as they shared their first secret. Cherie blushed and disappeared down the shadowed hall. When Cherie closed the door, Juan reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny glass vial. He poured some of the liquid into her drink and stirred it for a second with his finger, licking it dry and smiling to himself. This, he thought, will help get passed her awkwardness and move the evening along. “Wow!” she said when she returned and sat next to him. She lifted her drink to her full sensuous lips and again, sipped too quickly. “I just love this stuff. Mas, por favor?” she giggled. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, or me, Cherie,” he said. Then he took her hand and placed it on his crotch where the swell of his pants held fast and his penis seemed to be struggling to break free. “Do you like that?” Buy Link
Too hot for any other place than South MiamiThe disclaimer above should be fair warning about this book. One of the reasons many of us are drawn to erotica is that it allows us to vicariously live out our fantasies without injury or jail time.
The story of a promiscuous woman's sexual adventures is a staple in male fantasy. In reality, when a woman is promiscuous she risks unintended pregnancy, STD's injury or even death. Don't let the title of this book fool you, "Cheerleaders in Heat" is not a featherweight installment of Girls Gone Wild. It's about the erotic odyssey of Cherie, who's bored with her dating life and goes on-line to find more action. And she does. If you are a reader searching for an unflinching look at the joys, sorrows, fears and terrors of an adventurous woman's life, this will be a five star book for you. It's hot, dangerous, funny and yes violent.~ Max Lemberger
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“Here, my dear Cherie, is to what I predict will be an amazingly satisfying evening for us both. You are more beautiful than you were even last night, and you were exquisite—to us.”
They clinked glasses, and in her exhilarated state, Cherie swallowed the entire drink in three anxious sips. “Ah, Cherie. You must pace yourself more carefully. I have so much planned for us tonight, I would hate for you to overdo it too early in our evening. Have a strawberry.” “Oh, my. I am so sorry, Juan. I don’t know what came over me. I don’t usually suck down a drink so fast,” she sighed. She picked up a strawberry and licked it with the tip of her tongue, dipped it into the cinnamon sugar then slipped the tip between her ruby lips and into her mouth as she watched Juan while he gazed at her. “Mmm. I love strawberries.” “Well, I’m hoping you’ll discover a great many things that you love sucking tonight, mi pequeña, so save it for us. As for the drinks, just sip and savor, por favor, and of course, munch away on the strawberries. Have you tried one with the warm chocolate? It is Teuscher. I have flown in from Zurich, Switzerland ” With that, he lifted his own flute, and swallowed the remainder of his champagne in one swift gulp. Cherie, already feeling a little lightheaded, held out her glass for a refill. “Sit down, my dear. Have you eaten dinner?” “No, no. Cheerleading went late tonight, and I barely had time to shower. I didn’t want to be late on our first date.” “Mmm. Nor would I have wanted you to be,” Juan said, with a mysterious smile. “Let’s get to know each other a little better, and after we have explored one another awhile, I’ll put together a small dinner.” “Oh,” Cherie blushed, “That would be wonderful. But we’ve told each other so much over the past few weeks on the Internet, and oh my, after last night I feel as though I know you so well already. What can be left to tell?” Juan sat down next to her, and put his arm around her shoulders. He leaned in closely and inhaled her fragrance almost as if he could taste it, “Oh yes, we know all about one another—when I talked of exploring, I wasn’t referring to our minds. I was thinking more to the tactile…” Cherie giggled, nervously, and shifted apprehensively to look at him. “You haven’t disappointed me either, but you have a head start on me . . . you’ve not only seen me naked, but you’ve seen me at my most intimate; you’ve seen me on display for you and watched me cum.” “And a delightful experience that was, Cherie. I’m looking forward to sharing many naked moments together.” “Oh. That champagne went right to my head. May I use your restroom for a moment?” “Absolutely. Straight down that hallway, on the right. Save yourself for me, Cherie, and please do not do what you did in the restroom at Plume d’Or last night.” A wicked knowing smile flickered across his chiseled good looks as they shared their first secret. Cherie blushed and disappeared down the shadowed hall. When Cherie closed the door, Juan reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny glass vial. He poured some of the liquid into her drink and stirred it for a second with his finger, licking it dry and smiling to himself. This, he thought, will help get passed her awkwardness and move the evening along. “Wow!” she said when she returned and sat next to him. She lifted her drink to her full sensuous lips and again, sipped too quickly. “I just love this stuff. Mas, por favor?” she giggled. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, or me, Cherie,” he said. Then he took her hand and placed it on his crotch where the swell of his pants held fast and his penis seemed to be struggling to break free. “Do you like that?” Buy Link
Too hot for any other place than South MiamiThe disclaimer above should be fair warning about this book. One of the reasons many of us are drawn to erotica is that it allows us to vicariously live out our fantasies without injury or jail time. The story of a promiscuous woman's sexual adventures is a staple in male fantasy. In reality, when a woman is promiscuous she risks unintended pregnancy, STD's injury or even death. Don't let the title of this book fool you, "Cheerleaders in Heat" is not a featherweight installment of Girls Gone Wild. It's about the erotic odyssey of Cherie, who's bored with her dating life and goes on-line to find more action. And she does. If you are a reader searching for an unflinching look at the joys, sorrows, fears and terrors of an adventurous woman's life, this will be a five star book for you. It's hot, dangerous, funny and yes violent.~ Max Lemberger
Participating AuthorsAngelica Dawson
Linda Hamonou Pablo Michaels
Naomi Shaw
Gemma Parkes Jessica Stevens
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Timber Lake by Nya Rawlyns @Nya_Rawlyns Release Blitz
BOOK INFORMATIONTITLE – Timber Lake SERIES – The Snowy Range Series AUTHOR – Nya Rawlyns GENRE – Gay fiction, suspense/thriller, romance PUBLICATION DATE – August 25, 2015 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 202/67041 PUBLISHER – Jade Horse Publishing COVER ARTIST – Dreams2Media
BOOK SYNOPSISMichael Brooks is a loner, and with good reason. A short fuse and a tendency to shoot from the hip, sometimes quite literally, mean he’s all the company he’s got most of the time, and he likes it that way just fine. It suits his job as Warden for Wyoming’s Fish and Game Department.Being alone sounds good to the researcher for the USDA Forest Service, Dr. Seamus Rydell, especially since it means time away from the pressures to follow his family’s political traditions. He’ll need a guide to Timber Lake to set up his testing equipment, and who better than a Warden whose boss needs him out of sight for a while?They’re just doing their jobs, until both men get derailed by a lust threatening to light up the night sky and by egos big enough to fill the wilderness.When a psychopathic poacher intrudes, Michael’s past rises up and the present twists out of shape around a sick mind. As the future for both men fills with darkness, it is all too clear no one will come back from Timber Lake unscathed.
EXCERPTA chance to do ground-breaking research brings Dr. Seamus “Sonny” Rydell back to Laramie and the kind of life he’s always dreamed about. His first night back, Sonny’s at the rodeo looking for a decent spot to view the proceedings. He finds more than he bargained for…Circling the perimeter, his eyes and attention skyward toward the huge floods illuminating the arena, he never saw the man coming until he connected with a mountain of solid muscle. At six-two Sonny was no light weight, but the shorter cowboy damn near bowled him over. Hands the size of dinner plates steadied him while gunmetal blue eyes raked him over with a fearsome scowl.Sonny yelped, “Oh hey, man, I’m so sorry. Wasn’t looking where I was going.” He pointed toward the crowded top railing and shrugged. “Looks like I’m SOL.”The man chewed his bottom lip, his face hidden in the shadows cast by his hat. He twisted his head and yelled, “Yo, Dolly. Come over here.”A teen girl, built solid in an athletic way, came rushing out of the crowd, dragging a tall, skinny kid who looked like he’d blow away in a strong breeze. She smiled at the brick wall still clutching his hips in a hero worship way, exposing a chipped tooth.“Take this fella…” He tilted his head up enough Sonny nearly swallowed his tongue when he got a good look at a wet dream of ruggedly handsome. “What’s your name?”“Sonny.”“Sonny. Okay. Dolly here will take you to the contestant’s area. Stay out of the way and you won’t get tromped on.”Sonny muttered, “This ain’t my first rodeo.”Ruggedly handsome smirked. The scowl was less intimidating. He could do the scowl, oh yes, he could. That wasn’t the only thing he could do…BUY & TBR LINKSAMAZON KINDLE USAMAZON KINDLE CAAMAZON KINDLE UKALL ROMANCEBARNES & NOBLES NOOKITUNESGOODREADS
AUTHOR BIOWriter, editor and hopeless romantic. Nya Rawlyns has lived on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, ridden more than 1000 miles in trail competitions on horseback, and been owned by two Newfoundlands. She is staff for a herd of cats and a herd of horses. She never met a potato chip she didn't like and she lifts weights - which is probably fortuitous as she really likes potato chips. But mostly she loves happy endings, even when she has to make them up.AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKSAMAZON AUTHOR PAGEROMANCING WORDSLOVE'S LAST REFUGEA WHISPER OF WINGS (free reads): FACEBOOKTWITTERGOOGLE+TSUThis Event Was Organized & Hosted By:
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October 19, 2015
Time For Eternity by @SusanSquires ~ Another New Release from Susan Squires
BOOK INFORMATIONTITLE – Time For Eternity SERIES – The DaVinci Time Travel Series, Book 1 AUTHOR – Susan Squires GENRE – Regency Paranormal Romance PUBLICATION DATE – October 27th, 2015 LENGTH – 384 pages PUBLISHER – Independent COVER ARTIST – Rebecca Poole, Dreams2Media
BOOK SYNOPSISDesire and destiny collide in this novel—first in a stunning new series—from New York Times Bestselling author Susan Squires.Tempted by FateOnce, Frankie Suchet loved Henri Foucault—and it cost her everything. For two centuries, she has cursed the French duke who gave her his blood and then disappeared forever. Today, this sexy vampire is a bartender living in San Francisco. And Frankie has been granted the chance to go back in time…to kill the man who made her what she is. But becoming “Françoise” again means losing all memory of the risk Henri poses to her future…and her heart. Seduced by DangerFrance, 1794. The Reign of Terror is in full swing. From the first, Henri is an enigma, saving Françoise from an angry Parisian mob. Drawn to his seductive vitality, Françoise discovers there is much more to him than she once knew. Henri’s devotion to rescuing innocents from the guillotine is his sole passion—until he encounters Françoise’s intoxicating blend of innocence and experience. And as their attraction explodes into dangerous desire, the only way to save each other may be to sacrifice their timeless love…“Superb writing…and intricate characterization make each novel by Ms. Squires and absolute winner.” —Romantic Times BOOKreviewsBUY & TBR LINKSAMAZON KINDLE USAMAZON KINDLE CA AMAZON KINDLE UKiTUNES
AUTHOR BIOSusan Squires is a New York Times bestselling author known for breaking the rules of romance writing. Whatever her time period, or subject, some element of the paranormal always creeps in. She has won multiple contests for published novels and reviewer's choice awards. Publisher's Weekly named Body Electric one of the year’s most influential mass market books and One with the Shadows a Best book of the Year. Time for Eternity, the first in the DaVinci time travel series, received a starred review from Publisher's Weekly.Susan has a Masters in English literature from UCLA and once toiled as an executive for a Fortune 500 company. Now she lives at the beach in Southern California with her husband, Harry, a writer of supernatural thrillers, and two very active Belgian Sheepdogs, who like to help her write by putting their chins on the keyboarddddddddddddddddddddddd.AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKSWEBSITEFACEBOOKTWITTERGOODREADSAMAZON AUTHOR PAGEMAILING LISTThis Cover Reveal Was Organized & Hosted By:
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October 17, 2015
Cheerleaders in Heat Eroco-Excerpt ~ #ScintillatingSunday Blog Hop
It is Scintillating Sunday Showcase and so with that, here is a little taste of Cheerleaders in Heat. Be sure to visit all the authors today . Have fun and above all else, enjoy ~ ☼ღஜ ﾚo√乇 ¸.☆¨¯`*.✿.*˜"*° ♥
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Juan lived on the 28th floor of the very exclusive Murano on South Beach. The Concierge was expecting Cherie and told her to go right up. She was feeling a little warm all over thinking about what was ahead for the night. On the off-chance that things didn’t go as she hoped, she brought her finger vibrator. It didn’t have all the fun stuff her Purple Rabbit had, but it would do in a pinch. Pinch! She giggled under her breath nervously. Hell, it was even fun, and great inspiration, to have along to liven up a second or third round. She watched the floors on the elevator monitor as they lit one-by-one, mentally checking them off as the elevator ascended with speed. When the car stopped and the door opened, she took a quick look in the polished reflective panels, straightened her tight ‘little black dress,’ and tossed her flaming hair for final effect. Presuming the doorman was watching on the security monitors in the lobby, they always did, Cherie waved her elegant scarlet-tipped fingers at the doorman and flashed him a sensuous smile. She had to admit, it had been a long time and she was nervous. She had trouble stopping herself from running to Juan Allegro’s door. Her heart was fluttering with the wings of a thousand doves, pounding in her temples. Her palms were damp and clammy. She mentally slapped herself: What are you, in high school? When she arrived, she tapped lightly, rather than ring the bell. Juan Allegro, Juan Allegro…. his name nearly floated off her tongue whenever she said it. Oh, God. With all her anticipation, all her preparation, all her pep talks, she was not prepared for the Adonis that answered her knock. He was at least six-foot-three—perfect for Cherie’s five-eleven in heels. His jeans were carefully pressed and just tight enough so she could see the bulge between his legs and the stretch to his shirt across his broad chest and pumped arms gave her a pre-peek at his upper body. Juan had not undressed for her on camera; he didn’t have to because she had gotten a close look at him the night before at Palme d’Or. She had seen firsthand how he filled out his clothes. It was a relief to see that he was proud of his physique and took good care of himself. There certainly was nothing evident to be ashamed of with his body. The black polo shirt hung sexy and snug over the perfect set of muscles (by her way of thinking). He was buff, but not bulging. She shifted in anticipation as she followed him across the expanse of his apartment. Juan escorted Cherie into a living room that was solidly masculine, yet warm and inviting. Hardly ‘Miami Riche’ in décor, the planked hardwood floors complimented the deep pile area rugs that created conversation and activity grouping throughout the room. The culturally obligatory big screen television covered almost an entire wall and settings of cozy, inviting chairs and recliners, as well as a couple of sofas, were strategically arranged carefully throughout the room for comfort and convenience to the bar, the kitchen and the sound/lighting systems. It crossed her mind—and she paused for effect—that the room, the furnishings, the lighting, deep pile carpet and manly leather aroma were all conducive to a fuckfest of monumental proportions. She was hoping he had planned that they would have one, and it appeared he wasn’t going to disappoint. Sitting in an ice bucket on one of the marble coffee tables was a bottle of Cristal and two exquisitely carved Swarovski champagne flutes. There was a small silver bowl of plump, ripe deep red strawberries and a smaller silver one containing powdered cinnamon sugar. Next to the sugar was a miniature chafing dish that had a small candle under it warming chocolate. Gesturing to one of the leather sectionals after a sweet kiss on the cheek, Juan walked over and uncorked the bottle, filled the two flutes then handed one to Cherie. To say she was impressed was an understatement. The elegant masculine appointments throughout the apartment, or at least what she could see at the moment, were expensive, thoughtfully selected and artfully placed for maximum architectural impact. The chocolate brown and white coordinates were carefully accented by calming sea turquoise and cool iced teal cushions with rich accessories clearly paying homage to the lush SoMa view of the Beach.
Too hot for any other place than South MiamiThe disclaimer above should be fair warning about this book. One of the reasons many of us are drawn to erotica is that it allows us to vicariously live out our fantasies without injury or jail time. The story of a promiscuous woman's sexual adventures is a staple in male fantasy. In reality, when a woman is promiscuous she risks unintended pregnancy, STD's injury or even death. Don't let the title of this book fool you, "Cheerleaders in Heat" is not a featherweight installment of Girls Gone Wild. It's about the erotic odyssey of Cherie, who's bored with her dating life and goes on-line to find more action. And she does. If you are a reader searching for an unflinching look at the joys, sorrows, fears and terrors of an adventurous woman's life, this will be a five star book for you. It's hot, dangerous, funny and yes violent.~ Max Lemberger
Muffy, author of provocative romance about love, sex, hope and passion, was born in Texas to traditional parents. With two older brothers, she was the youngest, the family "princess," indulged and pampered. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force which required the family to travel extensively. Muffy spent her formative years in Europe and 'came of age' in France which forged her joie de vivre and love for books, writing and education. ~ Live, Laugh, Love with PassionWebsite | Blog | Twitter | Email | DitterVerse | Facebook | FB Fan Page | YouTube Trailers | Mailing List Sign-Up | Google+ | Pinterest | Triberr| TSU| Wordpress | Amazon | Ganxy | XinXii| Kobo Books | iTunes Books | Barnes and Noble | All Romance eBooks | Smashwords | Goodreads | Yellow Silk Dreams Publishing | Secret Cravings Publishing | The Romance Review | Manic Readers | The Muffy Wilson Daily | Muffy Wilson Literotica | Cheerleaders in Heat News
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October 16, 2015
Breaking Him by R.K. Lilley @Authorrklilley Release Blitz
BREAKING HIM
Author: R.K. Lilley
Release date: October 13, 2015
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SCARLETTIt was the kind of relationship where I invested more than I had to spare.
I gave it everything.
And so when it failed, I lost myself.
It changed me. He changed me.
I went down with the ship.
My soul, burnt embers in the aftermath.
The fire of him ravaged it all.
He burned me.
Broke me.
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Scarlett had always dreamed big. She was headed straight for Hollywood. Destined for silver screen greatness.
But in her wildest dreams she never imagined she’d be broke and single at twenty-eight, doling drinks at thirty-five thousand feet.
She was a glorified waitress in the skies.
It had been years since she’d seen him.
But one day, there he sat, gazing intently at her, ready to set everything ablaze once more.
Dante wanted her. Again.
Sure, she’d play along…but this time, it was his turn.
She was breaking him.
After all, love is war.
His voice was so full of sweet nostalgia that I had to make light of it.
Had. To.
“If you cry while we fuck I’m putting it online,” I quipped.
He laughed and tried to turn my face toward his.
Going in for a kiss, I knew.
I hated his kisses.
Hated. Them.
Hated. Hated. Hated.
I wrenched my chin out of his hand and pressed my body back until my ass was flush to his crotch. He was hard as a rock, bulging through his slacks.
I rubbed against him, teasing him into action.
With a groan, he started kissing my neck again, both hands going to grip my breasts.
I circled my hips, working against him shamelessly. I knew what it did to him, knew he was a hair trigger the first time we made any contact after a long parting. I didn’t care. If I got him to embarrass himself before he’d even taken off his pants, all the better.
Humiliating him was a bonus, as far as I was concerned.
No such luck. He knew all my tricks.
He wrenched away suddenly, breaking contact. His hands went to my hips and he tried to turn me around.
“No,” I said firmly. “Like this. I want it just like this.”
The Bastard wasn’t having it. And he was much, much bigger than me, the fucker.
He picked me up like I weighed nothing and carried me straight to bed.
I let out an embarrassing little squeak as he tossed me on the mattress, then followed me down before I could scramble away.
Still fully clothed, he wedged himself between my naked thighs, pinning me.
Slowly, eyes watching me all the while, he cupped my face in both hands.
“I don’t think I have to tell you this. You already know it, but—I miss you. Even your bad attitude, I miss.” His voice was clear, vulnerable, and succinct.
Shut up, I wanted to snap at him. But it would reveal too much about what his words did to me.
“The feeling is not mutual, you fucking stalker,” I told him, voice fraudulently collected.
He just smiled and pressed his mouth to mine.
I turned my head away, gasping, “Don’t kiss me!”
He gripped my chin in his hard hand and turned my face back. His defiant gaze bored into mine as he melded our lips back together.
A feeling of raw, violent need quaked through me.
“Fuck you,” I snarled into his mouth.
“Yes. That, too,” he breathed back. “But first—kiss me, angel. Please.”
It was the please that did it. Dirty fighting bastard that he was, he knew how to use that word in the most devastating way—absolutely effective in its rarity.
With a moan, I gave in.
Kissing him ruined me. He knew it.
Apparently I wasn’t the only one out for blood here.
His lips were my own personal hell.
They were either his biggest lie, or his greatest betrayer. Every kiss he’d ever given me, when we were in love or in hate, told me how he cared. Told me how he longed. Craved. Pined. Mourned. Despaired. Told me he was as desperate for me as ever.
I hated him for it, and I couldn’t get enough, my hands driving into his hair, nails scoring against his scalp, tongue diving in to taste his liquor sweet breath, clashing with his as unwanted whimpers escaped my throat.
I let it go on for way too fucking long. I have no defense for myself there.
It was too good. Too sweet. Too bitter. Too pleasurable and too painful.
I lost myself so completely that at one point, I even let my hand pull at the chain around his neck, fingering the cursed object that it held, which was a complete slip-up. As soon as I realized I was doing it, I jerked my hand away.
Finally, it was my sex drive that put an end to that torture. I was throbbing from the inside out and addictive as it was, kissing him was not enough to physically satisfy me.
It was one of the few times in my life where I could say that my libido worked in my favor.
I started tearing at his shirt, wrenching at the front until buttons flew, shoving it off his shoulders, then pushing impatiently at his chest when it caught on his elbows.
He wouldn’t budge, still kissing me like I was the air he needed to breathe.
I’d almost forgotten. Dante always turned fucking into making love. Even when he was drunk. Even when it was rushed, hurried, hard, angry, or desperate. You name it, he turned it all into something more.
I didn’t want any of that.
I wasn’t here to make love.
I was here to make war.
R.K. Lilley lives in Colorado with her husband and their two beautiful sons. She's had a lot of interesting jobs, from being a first class flight attendant, to being a stablehand, but swears she never knew what hard work was until she had children. She's been addicted to both reading and writing fiction since she can remember. She loves to travel, read, hike, paint, game, watch anime, and make the most of every single day. She is the author of the erotic romance novels In Flight, Mile High, Grounded, and the novella, Lana.
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October 15, 2015
Planting the Seeds of Love: A Novella by N. N. Light @NNP_W_Light ~ Release Blitz
Planting the Seeds of Love: A Novella
Author: N. N. LightContemporary Romance, New Adult, New Adult RomanceRelease Date: September 15, 2015
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Torn between two men, Sally must follow her heart and decide if love will lead her to the city or the countryside.
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Torn between two men, Sally must follow her heart and decide if love will lead her to the city or the countryside.
Twenty-Two year old Sally Rayton returns to the family farm she deserted four years ago to bury her grandfather. Her plan: to settle her grandfather's estate and return to her life in the city with her boyfriend, Trevor Mattson.
Her childhood friend, Jack Smith, has other ideas.
Jack convinces Sally to transform the farm into a brewery and fulfill her grandfather's dream while keeping the Rayton Farm in the family. Sally works side-by-side with Jack while Trevor is hundreds of miles away in the city. The more time she spends with Jack, the stronger her feelings are for him.
When Trevor shows up to propose to Sally right before Christmas and finds her in Jack's embrace, she must make the biggest choice of her life: true love.
~~EXCERPT~~
"Jack, thank you so much for the lift into town," a woman replied behind Sally. "Let's grab some lunch before we shop."
Sally froze. She stared at Linda who shook her head. What was Jack doing with a woman in town?
"Here, let me take your coat, Emma," Jack said.
Emma? mouthed Sally to Linda.
"She's the daughter of Lonnie and Mary Beth." Linda gave Emma the look-over and scoffed, "She can't be a day over sixteen."
"What do I do?" Sally panicked. Normally she didn't care what Jack did or who he went off with. Curiosity got the better of her and she turned around.
Emma stood five foot three with curly blonde hair and innocent green eyes. Her figure was slim with curves in all the right places. Sally narrowed her eyes as Emma stood on tiptoe to kiss Jack on the cheek.
Fuming, Sally turned around. Linda chuckled.
"What?"
"You better tone down your jealousy, darlin'. You're shooting darts everywhere."
Sally gritted her teeth.
"I'm not jealous. If Jack wants school girls kissing him, what do I care?" She took a deep drink of her coffee, draining the cup. She slammed it down.
"Simmer down, here they come," whispered Linda. She waved to Jack while Sally swore under her breath.
"Well, fancy meeting you two here," Jack drawled.
Without looking up Sally retorted, "I told you I was coming into town today."
Linda kicked Sally's leg under the table. Sally plastered a smile across her face, greeting Jack and Emma.
"Yes, what a coincidence." Sally noticed Emma looping her arm in Jack's and snuggling closer.
"I was on my way into town to pick up those parts we ordered for the tractor when I ran into Emma walking by herself in the snow." Jack smiled. Emma squeezed his arm.
"He pulled over and offered me a lift into town. Isn't he a gentleman?" cooed Emma. Jack patted her hand.
Sally's chest constricted at the sight of the two of them acting all couple-y. She stared into his twinkling eyes. Oh God, is he laughing at me? Emma can't have him. He's mine. Wait what?
"So," Linda broke the strained silence. "I have to go powder my nose. Emma, would you care to join me?"
"What's that?" Emma looked confused.
Linda laughed. "It's the bathroom, dear sweet child." She stood up, untangled Emma from Jack and guided Emma away from the table.
Jack sat down.
"What's with you today?" he asked.
"Nothing." Sally cleared her throat.
He raised an eyebrow.
"Really!" A few diners turned to stare. Sally flushed with embarrassment. She didn't mean to talk so loud. She looked everywhere except in Jack's direction.
Jack observed Sally as she fidgeted, first with her coffee cup then with the silverware. His gaze unnerved her and she practically jumped out of her chair when he placed a hand over hers. Electricity flew up her arm while warmth filled her core. Butterflies raced around her stomach, only she didn't feel sick; she pulsed with life, like never before.
"Sally...look at me."
Sally shook her head.
"You'll only laugh at me."
Jack's thumb caressed her hand gently, causing her breath to hitch.
"You know I'd never laugh at you. Laugh with you, definitely, but never at you."
Sally lifted her gaze to meet Jack's loving eyes. He slid his fingers between hers, never breaking eye contact. Sparks flew between them. He moistened his lips with a flick of his tongue. Her gaze dropped to his lips.
"Please tell me. I'm begging you," he whispered.
Unable to think clearly through the fog of desire, Sally tilted her head to one side. Her skin vibrated with heat while her nerve-endings jumped at the slightest caress.
"Tell you what?" she whispered. Her throat dry, her breathing shallow, she wet her lips with her tongue. She was under a spell and everything fell away except for Jack's passionate eyes.
"Tell me what my wasted heart needs to hear." His eyes flashed. "Tell me Emma made you jealous."
Sally started to nod but Emma interrupted.
"What are you guys talking about in hushed tones? Crops and stuff?"
Jack groaned. He dropped Sally's hand as if it burned him, causing the water glasses to jostle.
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Amen, Amen, Amen by @SexyMuffyWilson ~ Flash Fiction Friday
Today is
Flash Fiction Friday
and, Lordy, our subject photo is going to conjure up some strange stuff for all the participating authors. Spooky, just in time for Halloween! So have a quick read of my 100 words based upon the photo below. Then grab a broom and have a quick trip 'round to all the other
fabulous authors
and see how this picture inspired them!
Enjoy ~ ☼ღஜ ﾚo√乇 ¸.☆¨¯`*.✿.*˜"*° ♥
Amen, Amen, Amen
The hall had long been rumored to be haunted but the body found on the altar was the final insult. The reverend ordered an exorcism to purify the sanctuary again.
The procession, lead by the bishop sprinkling holy water, entered with the choir. The ‘believers’ took their seats in front of the choir, shunning the violated altar. The sound of the choir's sweet voices surrounded everyone like a heaven sent embrace when a throaty, unGodly growl rolled from behind the crucifix now ablaze in flames.
“BELIEVE! and cast the demon out in the name of God, the Almighty Father—Amen, Amen, Amen!”© Muffy Wilson
Participating Authors
Naomi Shaw
Jessica Stevens
AuroraRose Andromeda
Dariel Raye
Doris O'Connor
Enjoy ~ ☼ღஜ ﾚo√乇 ¸.☆¨¯`*.✿.*˜"*° ♥
Amen, Amen, AmenThe hall had long been rumored to be haunted but the body found on the altar was the final insult. The reverend ordered an exorcism to purify the sanctuary again.
The procession, lead by the bishop sprinkling holy water, entered with the choir. The ‘believers’ took their seats in front of the choir, shunning the violated altar. The sound of the choir's sweet voices surrounded everyone like a heaven sent embrace when a throaty, unGodly growl rolled from behind the crucifix now ablaze in flames.
“BELIEVE! and cast the demon out in the name of God, the Almighty Father—Amen, Amen, Amen!”© Muffy Wilson
Participating Authors
Naomi Shaw
Jessica Stevens
AuroraRose Andromeda
Dariel Raye
Doris O'Connor
Thursday Tasters: Cheerleaders in Heat by @SexyMuffyWilson and @LaurenceChrissy ~ Eroco-Excerpt
It is
A Taste of Thursday
and so with that, here is a little taste of Cheerleaders in Heat. Be sure to visit all the
authors today
. Have fun and above all else, enjoy ~ ☼ღஜ ﾚo√乇 ¸.☆¨¯`*.✿.*˜"*° ♥
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Juan lived on the 28thfloor of the very exclusive Murano on South Beach. The Concierge was expecting Cherie and told her to go right up. She was feeling a little warm all over thinking about what was ahead for the night. On the off-chance that things didn’t go as she hoped, she brought her finger vibrator. It didn’t have all the fun stuff her Purple Rabbit had, but it would do in a pinch. Pinch! She giggled under her breath nervously. Hell, it was even fun, and great inspiration, to have along to liven up a second or third round. She watched the floors on the elevator monitor as they lit one-by-one, mentally checking them off as the elevator ascended with speed. When the car stopped and the door opened, she took a quick look in the polished reflective panels, straightened her tight ‘little black dress,’ and tossed her flaming hair for final effect. Presuming the doorman was watching on the security monitors in the lobby, they always did, Cherie waved her elegant scarlet-tipped fingers at the doorman and flashed him a sensuous smile. She had to admit, it had been a long time and she was nervous. She had trouble stopping herself from running to Juan Allegro’s door. Her heart was fluttering with the wings of a thousand doves, pounding in her temples. Her palms were damp and clammy. She mentally slapped herself: What are you, in high school? When she arrived, she tapped lightly, rather than ring the bell. Juan Allegro, Juan Allegro…. his name nearly floated off her tongue whenever she said it. Oh, God. With all her anticipation, all her preparation, all her pep talks, she was not prepared for the Adonis that answered her knock. He was at least six-foot-three—perfect for Cherie’s five-eleven in heels. His jeans were carefully pressed and just tight enough so she could see the bulge between his legs and the stretch to his shirt across his broad chest and pumped arms gave her a pre-peek at his upper body. Juan had not undressed for her on camera; he didn’t have to because she had gotten a close look at him the night before at Palme d’Or. She had seen firsthand how he filled out his clothes. It was a relief to see that he was proud of his physique and took good care of himself. There certainly was nothing evident to be ashamed of with his body. The black polo shirt hung sexy and snug over the perfect set of muscles (by her way of thinking). He was buff, but not bulging. She shifted in anticipation as she followed him across the expanse of his apartment. Juan escorted Cherie into a living room that was solidly masculine, yet warm and inviting. Hardly ‘Miami Riche’ in décor, the planked hardwood floors complimented the deep pile area rugs that created conversation and activity grouping throughout the room. The culturally obligatory big screen television covered almost an entire wall and settings of cozy, inviting chairs and recliners, as well as a couple of sofas, were strategically arranged carefully throughout the room for comfort and convenience to the bar, the kitchen and the sound/lighting systems. It crossed her mind—and she paused for effect—that the room, the furnishings, the lighting, deep pile carpet and manly leather aroma were all conducive to a fuckfest of monumental proportions. She was hoping he had planned that they would have one, and it appeared he wasn’t going to disappoint. Sitting in an ice bucket on one of the marble coffee tables was a bottle of Cristal and two exquisitely carved Swarovski champagne flutes. There was a small silver bowl of plump, ripe deep red strawberries and a smaller silver one containing powdered cinnamon sugar. Next to the sugar was a miniature chafing dish that had a small candle under it warming chocolate. Gesturing to one of the leather sectionals after a sweet kiss on the cheek, Juan walked over and uncorked the bottle, filled the two flutes then handed one to Cherie. To say she was impressed was an understatement. The elegant masculine appointments throughout the apartment, or at least what she could see at the moment, were expensive, thoughtfully selected and artfully placed for maximum architectural impact. The chocolate brown and white coordinates were carefully accented by calming sea turquoise and cool iced teal cushions with rich accessories clearly paying homage to the lush SoMa view of the Beach. Buy Link
Too hot for any other place than South MiamiThe disclaimer above should be fair warning about this book. One of the reasons many of us are drawn to erotica is that it allows us to vicariously live out our fantasies without injury or jail time.
The story of a promiscuous woman's sexual adventures is a staple in male fantasy. In reality, when a woman is promiscuous she risks unintended pregnancy, STD's injury or even death. Don't let the title of this book fool you, "Cheerleaders in Heat" is not a featherweight installment of Girls Gone Wild. It's about the erotic odyssey of Cherie, who's bored with her dating life and goes on-line to find more action. And she does. If you are a reader searching for an unflinching look at the joys, sorrows, fears and terrors of an adventurous woman's life, this will be a five star book for you. It's hot, dangerous, funny and yes violent.~ Max Lemberger
Participating Authors
Angelica Dawson
Linda Hamonou Naomi Shaw
Jessica Stevens
Pablo Michaels Gemma Parkes
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First Installment Second Installment
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Juan lived on the 28thfloor of the very exclusive Murano on South Beach. The Concierge was expecting Cherie and told her to go right up. She was feeling a little warm all over thinking about what was ahead for the night. On the off-chance that things didn’t go as she hoped, she brought her finger vibrator. It didn’t have all the fun stuff her Purple Rabbit had, but it would do in a pinch. Pinch! She giggled under her breath nervously. Hell, it was even fun, and great inspiration, to have along to liven up a second or third round. She watched the floors on the elevator monitor as they lit one-by-one, mentally checking them off as the elevator ascended with speed. When the car stopped and the door opened, she took a quick look in the polished reflective panels, straightened her tight ‘little black dress,’ and tossed her flaming hair for final effect. Presuming the doorman was watching on the security monitors in the lobby, they always did, Cherie waved her elegant scarlet-tipped fingers at the doorman and flashed him a sensuous smile. She had to admit, it had been a long time and she was nervous. She had trouble stopping herself from running to Juan Allegro’s door. Her heart was fluttering with the wings of a thousand doves, pounding in her temples. Her palms were damp and clammy. She mentally slapped herself: What are you, in high school? When she arrived, she tapped lightly, rather than ring the bell. Juan Allegro, Juan Allegro…. his name nearly floated off her tongue whenever she said it. Oh, God. With all her anticipation, all her preparation, all her pep talks, she was not prepared for the Adonis that answered her knock. He was at least six-foot-three—perfect for Cherie’s five-eleven in heels. His jeans were carefully pressed and just tight enough so she could see the bulge between his legs and the stretch to his shirt across his broad chest and pumped arms gave her a pre-peek at his upper body. Juan had not undressed for her on camera; he didn’t have to because she had gotten a close look at him the night before at Palme d’Or. She had seen firsthand how he filled out his clothes. It was a relief to see that he was proud of his physique and took good care of himself. There certainly was nothing evident to be ashamed of with his body. The black polo shirt hung sexy and snug over the perfect set of muscles (by her way of thinking). He was buff, but not bulging. She shifted in anticipation as she followed him across the expanse of his apartment. Juan escorted Cherie into a living room that was solidly masculine, yet warm and inviting. Hardly ‘Miami Riche’ in décor, the planked hardwood floors complimented the deep pile area rugs that created conversation and activity grouping throughout the room. The culturally obligatory big screen television covered almost an entire wall and settings of cozy, inviting chairs and recliners, as well as a couple of sofas, were strategically arranged carefully throughout the room for comfort and convenience to the bar, the kitchen and the sound/lighting systems. It crossed her mind—and she paused for effect—that the room, the furnishings, the lighting, deep pile carpet and manly leather aroma were all conducive to a fuckfest of monumental proportions. She was hoping he had planned that they would have one, and it appeared he wasn’t going to disappoint. Sitting in an ice bucket on one of the marble coffee tables was a bottle of Cristal and two exquisitely carved Swarovski champagne flutes. There was a small silver bowl of plump, ripe deep red strawberries and a smaller silver one containing powdered cinnamon sugar. Next to the sugar was a miniature chafing dish that had a small candle under it warming chocolate. Gesturing to one of the leather sectionals after a sweet kiss on the cheek, Juan walked over and uncorked the bottle, filled the two flutes then handed one to Cherie. To say she was impressed was an understatement. The elegant masculine appointments throughout the apartment, or at least what she could see at the moment, were expensive, thoughtfully selected and artfully placed for maximum architectural impact. The chocolate brown and white coordinates were carefully accented by calming sea turquoise and cool iced teal cushions with rich accessories clearly paying homage to the lush SoMa view of the Beach. Buy Link
Too hot for any other place than South MiamiThe disclaimer above should be fair warning about this book. One of the reasons many of us are drawn to erotica is that it allows us to vicariously live out our fantasies without injury or jail time. The story of a promiscuous woman's sexual adventures is a staple in male fantasy. In reality, when a woman is promiscuous she risks unintended pregnancy, STD's injury or even death. Don't let the title of this book fool you, "Cheerleaders in Heat" is not a featherweight installment of Girls Gone Wild. It's about the erotic odyssey of Cherie, who's bored with her dating life and goes on-line to find more action. And she does. If you are a reader searching for an unflinching look at the joys, sorrows, fears and terrors of an adventurous woman's life, this will be a five star book for you. It's hot, dangerous, funny and yes violent.~ Max Lemberger
Participating AuthorsAngelica Dawson
Linda Hamonou Naomi Shaw
Jessica Stevens
Pablo Michaels Gemma Parkes
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October 14, 2015
Join The Club – Club Aegis Series by Christie Adams @ChristieAdams #clubaegis #britromance
Series Blurb: Club AegisAegis – the shield of Zeus, and by extension, a means of protection. The men and women who are members of Club Aegis have all played their part in protecting their country. They work hard…and they play hard. Their lives are not always easy – and sometimes they have to put their lives on the line, not just for their country but for those they love.
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Blurb: The Velvet Ribbon (Club Aegis 1)
Alex Lombard is a Dom with a dark past. The former SAS officer, now a successful businessman, carries the scars of his past both on his body and in PTSD-induced nightmares resulting from more than just his service to his country. The light in his life takes the form of his assistant, Beth Harrison, the woman whom he has secretly coveted since she came to work for him.
Beth has been attracted to her employer from the day she met him. When not at work, she fills her time with writing stories featuring the BDSM lifestyle she craves but has not yet found the courage to explore. Though she knows nothing of his extra-curricular interests, Alex is the inspiration for the Dom in her latest novel.
Then Alex makes a chance discovery, and when Beth becomes the victim of a street crime, the two of them come together to find what is missing from both their lives. However, their path to happiness is beset not just by the teething troubles of a new relationship—a ghost from Alex’s past has returned, bent on revenge, and Alex is not the only one in his sights…
NOTE: This work was previously published. It has been retitled, expanded and re-edited for this release.
Blurb: Love Is Danger (Club Aegis 2)
Having only just dumped her lecherous two-timing boyfriend, Stacie Matheson never expected, when her car broke down in a storm, to be rescued by a tall, blond-haired, blue-eyed knight in a shining Jaguar. Cam is everything her ex was not—and more besides.
Now that his old friend Alex has settled into married life with his submissive, Beth, Cameron Fraser is ready to surrender his single status. What he isn’t ready for is being blindsided by a beautiful curvy damsel-in-distress.
Fate has brought them together – the Dom who needs a submissive, and the woman who takes her first steps into the world of submission at his side. However, there’s more to Cam’s life than the sensual games he plays with Stacie. When that life intrudes on their relationship, neither is prepared for the devastating consequences.
Blurb: A Wanting Heart (Club Aegis 2.5)What happens when a former Royal Navy officer is given a second chance with the woman he loves?
Ryan Quinn is still in love with the woman he lost three years ago. For him, there can be no other. When he sees Fiona again at her sister’s wedding, he has no choice but to risk his heart for a second time, by reminding her of what they once shared.
How wrong can a woman be?
Tragic and complicated family circumstances had left Fiona Pearce with no option but to turn her back on the man she loved and drive him out of her life. When his path crosses hers again, she feels compelled to apologise, even though she fears she may be opening old wounds that are best left undisturbed.
Events take an unexpected turn, giving Ryan the opportunity to suggest that they go away together for a few days. To his surprise, Fiona agrees. In the remote cottage their love is rekindled, but it takes a blizzard to erase the past and allow them to start finding out who they really are – together.
NOTE: This is a previously published work. The title, author, and/or publisher may have changed.
Excerpt: The Velvet Ribbon (Club Aegis 1)
The sound of heels on hardwood provided the metronomic fanfare that alerted Alex to the imminent arrival of Beth Harrison—his executive assistant, right-hand woman and, of late, source of growing frustration. He looked up from the correspondence in his hand, eyes narrowing at her approaching reflection in the tinted window that gave him a panoramic view over London.
Those damn fuck-me shoes! A muscle tensed in his tightly clenched jaw. While her working wardrobe went from black to white, with every shade of grey between, her footwear was downright rebellious—immaculate heels, never less than four inches in height, in a myriad selection of styles and eye-catching colours.
Which ones today? It was a question that crossed Alex’s mind every morning. He’d never considered himself to have any kind of shoe fetish until Beth came to work for him. Every morning it was the same, and the litany of colours was ever-expanding. As for today—would it be the peacock blue? Or the metallic purple, perhaps? He was rather fond of the latter.
No, today it was a new pair…new to the office, at any rate. The vivid red patent leather heels, with an ankle strap adorned with an eye-catching bow, were incredibly flattering to her slender feet and shapely ankles…and those gorgeous legs clad in sheer black nylon with seams straighter than an arrow. Oh, the fantasies he’d had about having those legs wrapped around his hips while he sank his cock into her lush body, felt her contract hard around him, heard her panting cries as he spilled inside her at the moment of her climax…
His eyes continued upward, taking in the flannel-grey pencil skirt—the fabric clinging to her curves, so fitted that it gave her hips an ultra-feminine sway as she walked. He experienced a sharp, momentary twinge of disappointment; for the lines to be that smooth, there was no way she was wearing stockings. He tried to curb his disappointment that beneath the skirt, there would be no tantalising exposure of creamy skin at the top of her thighs.
She wore the crisp, brilliant white cotton blouse with the top buttons undone, hinting at a delicious cleavage, the long sleeves fastened at her delicate wrists with mock cufflinks. French-manicured nails tipped elegant fingers that clasped a notebook and pen.
And then there was her face: heart-shaped, lightly made-up, alluring green eyes behind unremarkable spectacles, all crowned by upswept, luxuriant, brown hair threaded with gold, and not one strand out of place. In the three years that she’d been his assistant, he’d never seen her anything less than cool, calm and utterly professional.
What he’d give to see her come apart under the force of the orgasms he could give her.
Author Bio
When she isn't actually writing, Christie is often thinking about writing - either the book she's currently working on, or one of the dozen other stories she'll have percolating away at the back of her mind.
In addition to writing, she also loves lazing around with a good book, or browsing the internet in search of cute pictures of dogs and puppies, a pastime that often helps with writer's block - or so she claims. She likes James Bond movies, and cries at the end of "You've Got Mail" every time.
Good chocolate is also one of her passions in life, often accompanied by a glass of her favourite tipple, English sparkling wine. And if she can be persuaded to abandon her writing for a while, she finds that chocolate, wine and a good movie on TV is an excellent way to pass a dark winter's evening.
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October 13, 2015
The Second Wife by Kishan Paul @kishan_paul ~ Rafflecopter and Release Blitz
BOOK INFORMATIONTitle: The Second Wife Author: Kishan Paul Release Date: October 14, 2015 Genre: Suspense/Thriller Length: 82,000 words Cover Artist: Syneca Fetherstone
BOOK SYNOPSIS If you want to live, you must let go of the past...
Twenty-eight-year-old psychologist, Alisha Dimarchi, is abducted by an obsessed client and imprisoned in his Pakistani compound for over two years. Forced to change her name and live as his second wife, her life is filled with trauma and heartbreak. Thrust into a world of violence and oppression, Ally must fight not only to keep herself alive but to protect the lives of the people she now considers family. At night, she retreats into her memories of the only man she has ever loved—a man she believes no longer loves her.Thirty-four-year-old handsome surgeon, David Dimarchi, has spent the last two years mourning the disappearance of his wife. After a painful and isolated existence, he begins the process of healing. It is then he is visited by a stranger, who informs him that Ally is very much alive and needs his help. In a desperate attempt to save her, David enlists the help of a Delta Force Operative. Together they find themselves in the center of more than just a rescue mission. Will he be able to reach her in time, and if he does, will she still want him?Warning: This story contains elements some readers may find offensive: violence, rape, death.BUY & TBR LINKSAMAZON USKOBOiTUNESBARNES & NOBLES
EXCERPTMarch Twenty-third, Philadelphia The slow drip of a leaky faucet disrupted Ally’s otherwise quiet slumber. “Ally.” The distant sound of David’s voice soothed her, enveloping her in a warm blanket of safety. A smile tugged at her lips. Soon he’d crawl into bed and wrap his limbs around hers, cocooning her with his love. Instead of the heat she anticipated, something coarse scraped against her cheek. When she tried to swat it away, her arms refused to comply. “Baby, wake up.” Her husband’s echoed tone became louder, rougher. “You need to wake up.” The urgency in it made her eyelids flutter, pulling her further away from the dark claws of sleep. Like a silent movie, foggy images of a dimly lit parking lot invaded her dreams. A woman, tall and lean, walked the deserted space alone. With each clip of her heels against the paved road, the haze cleared a little more. Ally’s heart raced when the woman’s features came into view. Long, curly, black hair, dark brown eyes, tanned complexion. It was her. Two sets of hands emerged from the shadows, dragging her into the woods. The taller of the two men covered the woman’s mouth, muting her screams as she wrestled to break free, until the other one slammed a brick into the base of her skull, plunging her into darkness. This must be a dream. Rays of light pierced the darkness as Ally’s heavy eyelids fought to open. When she shifted, instead of soft sateen sheets, her cheek scraped against a cold, hard surface. “Alisha? Can you hear me?” This voice wasn’t David’s. It sounded thick, heavy with an accent and oddly familiar. So familiar, she shivered. TRAILER
AUTHOR BIOFrom daring escapes by tough women to chivalrous men swooping in to save the day, the creativity switch to Kishan Paul’s brain is always in the “on” position. If daydreaming stories were a college course, Kish would have graduated with honors.Mother of two beautiful children, she has been married to her best friend for over seventeen years. With the help of supportive family and friends, she balances her family, a thriving counseling practice, and writing without sinking into insanity.Her novel, Blind Love, is currently available through most major ebook sites and through Samhain Publications.AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKSWEBSITEFACEBOOKTSUPINTERESTTWITTERGOODREADSAMAZON AUTHOR PAGENEWSLETTERGIVEAWAY PRIZESTwo $25 amazon gift cardsa Rafflecopter giveawayThis Event Was Organized & Hosted By:
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