Sunday, April 20, 2014

A Dark and Tormented Man with Shrouded Secrets

 
Breach
Breach series 1
a Contemporary Erotica Romance
by K.I. Lynn
 
 

Synopsis
Delilah Palmer has always maintained control of her life and outward personality, blocking the truth that's just below the surface. Using a fa├žade meant to be normal and hide the scars of her childhood, she's made a good life for herself. Becoming a successful lawyer, she is finally free from the tortured past that haunts her daily. Until he comes along and breaks open the cracks.

Nathan Thorne has a haunted past of his own. On the surface, he is personable, extroverted, and loved by everyone; everything Delilah isn't. However, hidden beneath his charming smile is a dark and tormented man that only Delilah has the power to unveil.

Forced into a small office together, they begin to see through each other's masks, and the magnetic attraction ignites an explosive relationship. Their firm, Holloway and Holloway Law, has a strict non-fraternization policy, forcing them to conceal their breach. But despite their efforts, separation becomes impossible, deceptions escalate, and Nathan begins to teeter on the edge of being overtaken by his past demons.

What dark secrets does Nathan harbor that stop him from giving in, and what is it that keeps him from healing and moving forward? And more importantly, where does Delilah fit into his turmoil? Will they be able to accept love and deal with all the trials that develop as their secrets are exposed, or will they fall through the cracks of their pasts and be consumed by all that haunts them?

An exciting new romance, Breach will hook readers from the very beginning. With smoldering romance and captivating erotica, this enthralling story is perfect for all. Using shrouded secrets of the past and a combustible relationship that borders on taboo, this thrilling novel ramps up the tension and romance at every turn.


Excerpt
Hands.

They were punishing. He grabbed my waist with a feral grip, pulling me to him hard while he thrust into me even harder. The way we both needed it.

There would be bruises in the morning from where his hands found purchase, but I didn’t mind.

The day was the same as the one before as he took from my body, my heart, my soul. In return he gave himself to me the only way he knew how: with bruising hands, passionate kisses, and hard thrusts.

His body was sin, his cock was sin, and I was a sinner.

His hands moved up my thighs, his long, slender fingers playing my body, bending me to his will. They were a delicious torture, just as much as his words.

His lips sucked at my neck, teeth digging in, making my eyes roll back; another mark.

I grinned. He loved marking me, and I loved hiding them from people. They were proof, a reminder of his need, his pleasure.

My tongue ran up the column of his neck before I found the perfect location to mark him as well. The spot I choose, just below his ear, would make it visible, unable to be hidden by the collar of his dress shirt.

It would make his admirers mad with wonder when they came around to bug him the next day. I smiled at the thought of them finding out he was breaking the rules every day with me, and not them.

Hollywood had nothing on us. Awards could be given for the lies we told, and the feelings we hid under a mask of hate and indifference.

He pulled my hair, bringing my focus back to him. His teeth scraped my neck. No doubt leaving small pink trails on my skin. He growled. “You’re not paying attention to my cock, Lila.”

A shiver ran down my spine and my muscles clenched around him, eliciting a rumble deep in his chest. He thrust hard, using long strokes, causing me to scream out in response.

He picked up the pace. “That’s it, baby. That’s what I like to hear.” He was pushing me to the edge again. “Scream for me. I want everyone to hear what I do to you.”

My mind was fuzzy, lost in a sea of lust. I obeyed and let go, no longer holding back. My screams echoed around the room, and that trademark smirk of his formed on his perfect features.

His mouth moved down to my breasts where he began licking and nipping. The combination of sensations from his body’s assault was too much. His name spilled from my lips on a scream as my back arched off the bed. My hands grabbed his arms; nails digging in as my walls constricted around him.

“Fuck, you feel so damn good when you come around my cock.”

I was too far gone to respond, my body going lax after my orgasm. He was still going. Both hands were back on my hips as he drove into me. His stamina was unparalleled. How many times in the past had I been forced to come multiple times before he spilled inside me?

“God, I’m close,” he grunted before pulling out.

I whimpered at the loss, but knew what he was doing. What he wanted from me.

I managed to turn my body around, coming face to face with his cock and took him into my eager mouth. I lapped up my juices from him as my tongue swirled around his length. His eyes were on me, watching his cock disappear between my lips. He loved to watch me suck him after being buried in my pussy. I sucked hard, punishing him as he had me. I was rewarded with a hiss and a flex of his hips. My teeth grazed his skin. He moaned deep in his chest, his panting gaining speed, muscles tensing.

His hands wrapped up in my hair just as he began to thrust, fucking my mouth. He was grunting and moaning as he hit the back of my throat. I reached up to massage his balls, adding to the sensations.

“Fuck!” he cried out. His hips flexed forward before jerking. He came hard; spurt after spurt, sliding into my mouth and down my throat.

After licking him clean, I released him from my mouth. I smiled up at him and he leaned down to kiss me. The kiss was passionate, as were all his kisses. It was also harsh; his teeth biting on my lip, scraping it, tasting himself.

He got a rag to clean me up before we laid down and curled into one another. Tomorrow was closing in. Another day of wearing masks and hiding what we wanted, what we were, from the world. Another day of denying each other. Another night of punishment to look forward to.

Why was he punishing me? Because I called to him, and I let him do whatever he wanted to me. Punishing himself for wanting me and doing whatever he desired to me.

Punishing us for our breach.

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Dissolution
Breach series 1.5
by K.I. Lynn
 

Synopsis
He wanted her to leave him, but, in the end, he was forced to do it.

Separating himself from Lila puts Nathan in a level of hell he never knew existed. The journey is a spiraling decent where the beast inside is released and havoc reigns in the arena of self-destruction.

But what is he to do? It was for the best, after all.

The last three chapters of Breach from Nathan’s point of view


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Infraction
Breach series 2
by K.I. Lynn
 

Synopsis
Waking up in the hospital after a terrible car crash, Lila has a long road of recovery ahead of her. More than just her body, she must recover her heart after an altering declaration by Nathan. With all that happened between them she must chose to forgive him and take him back, or sever all ties. Nathan has a hard road ahead of him to earn back her trust, and doing so will open her up to the possibility of being hurt again. A possibility Lila doesn’t think she can survive. The secrets Nathan keeps buried, hidden from the world, of the life he used to lead are revealed. They tell the horror of what caused the scars on his body, mind, and heart. Can Lila and Nathan push through all of the obstacles in front of them? Will the journey be their healing, or their destruction?


Excerpt
My eyes began to open, fighting against the glue that seemed to be keeping them shut. The morning light seeped through the windows. My hand twitched, and I felt something between my fingers. I looked down to find Nathan’s familiar hair beneath my palm. His head was lying on his arm, his other hand draped on my stomach. He was asleep.

I’d been dreaming.

I studied him. There were dark circles under his eyes, and his face was gaunt. He seemed thinner, too. I hadn’t noticed how terrible he looked because I refused to really take a good look at him. I didn’t want to.

The dream resurfaced, and in my mind I remembered how good, how healthy, he looked. I also remembered the family we had. I had dreamed of him, dreamed of us, and what we could be.

My walls were cracking. I wanted it. I wanted it so badly. I wanted him.

My fingers combed through his hair, and I wondered if I’d been doing that in my sleep? Had I known he was there and reached out to him?

It wouldn’t surprise me. I never could deny the draw I had to him. The more I thought about letting him in, the more my chest constricted, my breathing more labored.

It would be up to him. If he wanted me as much as he claimed, he would have to show me.

Everything.

Nothing less would allow me to open back up to him. No more hiding. He would have to let it all out before I even considered.

He stirred and my fingers stilled. His eyes opened, and I stared down at him. They closed again, and his head pushed up into my hand as he let out a sigh of contentment.

“Hi,” he croaked. I didn’t respond. I was muted as his blue eyes gazed up at me in reverence. “How are you feeling?” His hand rose from my stomach and moved a strand of hair from my face.

“You really want an answer to that?” Just because he brought me food and movies, did not mean everything was wonderful.

“That bad, huh?”

I shrugged as best I could. “Broken heart, broken body, and broken soul. Not sure I can get more broken than that.”

He cringed against my words. “I’m going to work on fixing all those things.”

“You have a plan for that?”

“It’s formulating. Slowly, but it’s coming.”

I quirked my brow at him. “Are you sure about that?”

“It’s a twelve-step program.”

My lips twitched. “Really? What’s step number one?”

“Admitting I’m in love with you…to you and myself.”

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Coming soon
 
Reciprocity
Breach series 3
by K.I. Lynn
 
Release Date: June 3, 2014
 
 
Synopsis
The final installment of the Breach Trilogy!

Things are finally looking up for Nathan and Lila. Though separated at work, their life together is just beginning.

They’re working hard to lock up Lila’s past, when Nathan’s comes knocking at the door with a gift—a warning that happiness can, and will, be taken away.

Is running away the only option to stay alive? Can they ever find the peace they deserve?

The battle for survival has begun.


About the Author

K.I. Lynn spent her life in the arts, everything from music to painting and ceramics, then to writing. Characters have always run around in her head, acting out their stories, but it wasn’t until later in life she would put them to pen. It would turn out to be the one thing she was really passionate about.

Since she began posting stories online, she’s garnered acclaim for her diverse stories and hard hitting writing style. Two stories and characters are never the same, her brain moving through different ideas faster than she can write them down as it also plots its quest for world domination…or cheese. Whichever is easier to obtain… Usually it’s cheese.




Twitter: @KI_Lynn_
 
 
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Saturday, April 19, 2014

Put a little action into your romance


AT STAR’S END
by Anna Hackett
a SciFi Romance
Published by: Carina Press
Blurb:
Dr. Eos Rai has spent a lifetime dedicated to her mother’s dream of finding the long lost Mona Lisa. When Eos uncovers tantalizing evidence of Star’s End—the last known location of the masterpiece—she’s shocked when her employer, the Galactic Institute of Historic Preservation, turn its back on her. Left with no choice, Eos must trust the most notorious treasure hunter in the galaxy; a man she finds infuriating, annoying and far too tempting.

Dathan Phoenix can sniff out relics at a stellar mile. With his brothers by his side, he takes the adventures that suit him and refuses to become a lazy, bitter failure like his father. When the gorgeous Eos Rai comes looking to hire him, he knows she’s trouble, but he’s lured into a hunt that turns into a wild and dangerous adventure. As Eos and Dathan are pushed to their limits, they discover treasure isn’t the only thing they’re drawn to…but how will their desire survive when Dathan demands the Mona Lisa as his payment.
 
Praise from readers
“Science fiction romance and treasure hunting, so basically we get an Indiana Jones-Han Solo mash-up with a hot smart chick as the heroine.”
“I found that once I started it, I didn’t want to put it down – wondering if/when the treasure hunters would find Star’s End.”
“AT THE STAR’S END is a very fast-paced action filled story. It is a thrill to read.”
 

Excerpt  (read more here)

 
She circled the desk. “By Suva’s grace.” A Renaissance bronze in mint condition. She’d only ever seen pictures of them in records. She reached out a trembling hand.
Then she was yanked backward.
A strong arm wrapped around her chest like a steel band. A hard male body pressed against her back. She stiffened and shoved her elbow into a firm abdomen. A wet, naked abdomen. The cool metal of a weapon pressed against her temple and she froze. 
“I’ve already had one woman sneak up on me today. I don’t plan to make it two.” The male voice was low, raspy.
“I don’t care what kind of day you’re having.” She wasn’t violent by nature but she’d been trained to defend herself on isolated digs. Acting on instinct, she dropped low and swiped out at his ankles with her foot. 
She obviously surprised him, because he toppled. Pulling her over with him.
For a second, she glimpsed the lean, tough body of a runner—all firm, sinewy muscle.
She had a quick impression of dark ink covering one of his arms. She didn’t let her gaze go lower.
He was strong and she realized she’d never beat him in a fair fight. 
He was cursing in a language her lingual implant didn’t recognize. She scrambled off him, reaching for the laser pistol that was now lying on the floor. 
Her fingers brushed metal. Then she was tackled from behind.
She hit the floor face-first and all the air was forced out of her lungs in rush. The man’s heavy weight settled over her and her cheek pressed against the smooth concrete.
Warm breath tickled her ear. “Now what, darlin’?”
“Now nothing. Get off me.” Eos bucked her body. But all that did was grind her butt into a hard stomach.
“Not until you tell me who you are and what the hell you’re doing in my place.”
She sucked in a breath. “No one met my shuttle.”
Footsteps. 
“Her name’s Dr. Eos Rai.” 
Eos recognized Niklas’s voice. Relief flooded through her. She turned her head enough to see Niklas and a younger man with tawny hair in the doorway.
The younger man smiled. “Twice in one day you’ve gotten beaten up by a girl, Dath.”
“Screw you, Z,” the man above her said.
She guessed the one with Niklas was the former Galactic Strike Wing fighter pilot, Zayn.
Which left the hard, dangerous man on top of her as none other than Dathan Phoenix.
His weight shifted off her and she sat up.
Now she knew who he was, she let herself look.
Tanned skin over hard muscles. Actually, he was a bit pink, like he had bad solarburn. Not that it detracted from his blatant masculinity. A washboard stomach and a deep V of muscle that disappeared…downward. Where she wasn’t going to look. One strong arm and shoulder were covered in black ink. Her heart stuttered as her gaze traced the wild, masculine design. She pressed her hands together, touching her own designs. His markings were nothing like the elegant mehndi markings the men and women on her world were born with.
Dathan grabbed a towel off a nearby chair and wrapped it around his hips, then he crossed his arms over his chest. Her gaze met eyes the color of the bright blue-green mountain lakes on her home world. Hair the color of deepest space fell around a slightly battered face and a small white scar cut through his left eyebrow.
“How are you, Eos?”
She forced her gaze away from Dathan. “Niklas. It’s nice to see you.”
 
 

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About Anna Hackett

I’m Anna Hackett and I write action romance stories to thrill you, excite you and leave you inspired. I write about people overcoming unbeatable odds and achieving seemingly impossible goals to inspire you with the truth that the possibility exists for all of us to do the same. I love car chases, explosions and spaceships…and of course when the boy wins the girl. Oh, and I’m a sucker for that moment when the team is walking in slow motion, shoulder-to-shoulder heading off into battle. After reading or writing an awesome action romance story, I’m left energized and feeling like anything is possible. I aim to give the same to my readers.

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Friday, April 18, 2014

Interview with Mica Thomas from Laurie Olerich's Primani series

Bio: Mica Thomas moved to Plattsburgh, New York after her mother died. She has a father, step-mother, two step-sisters who are twins, a step-brother, and a natural sister she never sees. She’s a natural athlete and loves all things snow: snowboarding, snowmobiling, snowballing...Mica can be found climbing mountains with her Dalmatian, Domino, and friends Ricki and Dani. Her favorite hangout is The Angry Lizard where she likes to hang with her bodyguard-turned-boyfriend Sean. Sean and his Primani brothers, Declan and Killian, are her trainers, her soul mates, and her path to immortality.



Describe yourself what is your worst and best quality? Hmm, let me think. I guess my worst quality is I suck at shooting. Ask Killian. I can’t hit anything! My best quality is probably my sense of humor. I mean, really. Have you read the book? With all the crap I’ve been through, I’d have lost my mind if I couldn’t laugh at it all.

What is the one thing you wish other people knew about you? I’m not as confident as I like to pretend I am. Oh sure, in public I’m all cocky and badass, but I’m shaking in my boots the whole time.

What is your biggest secret something no one knows about? If I told you, then it wouldn’t be a secret, would it? Aren’t like, 1,000 people going to read this interview? Besides, all my secrets concern Sean and he’s uber private.

What are you most afraid of? Easy question. Being abducted and tortured by demons is always a possibility now that I’m living with the Primani. My powers are weak still--I’m like one huge demon magnet these days. Just need someone to paint a target on my back!

What do you want more than anything? I don’t know...world peace? That’s a hard question. I don’t want much. I’m pretty simple. I want...I guess I just want to survive to be with Sean. I worry about that. The future is cloudy. I can’t always see him.

What is your relationship status? Today? I’d say in a relationship with Sean. He’s making me crazy but there’s something about the look in his eyes that I can’t walk away from. He’s intense. He’s brilliant. He’s wicked hot. He does things to me that should be illegal...But he’s got secrets and I get a weird feeling sometimes. I don’t know...I hope it’s nothing.

How would you describe your sense of fashion? Carelessly chic? Too much purple? Too many tanks and hoodies? I love clothes that are soft and comfy...oh, and they have to be stretchy so I can fight in them. Hard to do Krav Maga is tight jeans! If I’m going for a sexy look, it’s going to be short skirts and tall boots...Sean totally loves me in that.

How much of a rebel are you? Really? Have you read the book? You can’t find anyone more rebellious than I am...it’s pretty much how Sean and I got together in the first place! I hate rules. Period.

What do you consider to be your greatest achievement? Healing my little brother when the demon attacked us. Yeah, that’s it, for sure. That night sucked. I don’t ever want to repeat it, but I’m thankful for Raphael’s gift that helped me heal Trevor.

What is your idea of happiness? A day spent in the forest...preferably with Sean and Domino. Nothing but me, the trees, and my two favorite peeps.

What is your current state of mind? Worried, but positive. My powers are expanding which is a good thing, but the stakes are getting higher. I know something’s coming for me, but I’m not alone in this fight. Sean and Killian are powerful allies. We’ll get through it. We always do, right?

What is your most treasured possession? Easy! The jewelry box my mother got me the Christmas before she died. It’s got a little porcelain Dalmatian on the top. It’s how I remember her.

What is your most marked characteristic? My eyes? Or something not physical? How about my sarcastic wit? I’m a serious smartass...I can’t help it. It’s a gift.

What is it that you most dislike? I hate being lied to. Really, that’s a sure way to piss me the hell off.

Which living person do you most despise? Great question! Maybe you have read the book! Scott Flynn wins the trophy for biggest scumbag on the planet. The fact that he’s a psycho and keeps trying to kill me pretty much puts him at the top of the list. One of these days, Sean’s going to kill him. I’m crossing fingers for that. I might even help.

What is your greatest regret? My mom’s death...she died before I could be a good daughter to her. I was horrible the year before she died...all full of my own wants, selfish as only teenaged girls can be, I guess. She was a good mom and I was a spoiled brat. I wish, every day, that I was nicer to her. I wish I had told her I loved her the day she died.

What is the quality you most like in a man? A man’s got to have a sense of humor or we’re just not going to click. I make fun of everyone and laugh at totally inappropriate things. A guy’s got to get that and laugh with me. Sean’s a little stiff still, but I’m wearing him down...slowly.

What is the quality you most like in a woman? Now a woman has to have a spine. I can’t stand wimpy whiny women. A woman has to be able to stand on her own two feet and kick a little ass when she needs to.

Who is your favorite hero in fiction? Hmm. That’s gotta be Indiana Jones. Hands down, Harrison Ford’s nailed that role. I love Indy. He’s still my favorite crush.

Which living person do you most admire? Declan, for sure. He’s kind and sweet, but hard as steel. He’s my rock, my healer, my brother. I would be dead so many times without him in my life. He gives everyone love and patience, but still kills demons like a pro. I love Dec. He’s amazing.

If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be? My boobs. They should be bigger. No, don’t laugh. It’s true! Have you seen them? Of course not, they’re too small!

What is your motto? Live today, survive tomorrow!

TinkNCognito's Review of Primani
5 Stars for a Great ride
I finished this book recently and was thrilled with how good it was. I usually give a new author a little leeway in developing the story and getting their writing style down not to mention the usually less than stellar editing and I am happy to report that I didn't need any of that leeway with this book. The story line with Mica and the boys was actually very tight. It was interesting from the start and the development on Ms. Olerich's world was smooth. It felt very intuitive and I was glad she didn't spoon feed the world setup to us. As most of the characters were human or humanoid, I didn't feel that extensive descriptors to set it all up were necessary and would have bogged down the story. And the editing was as good as that of many authors with several books under their belt.
The story was fun, moved quickly but the story line had a lot of meat to it. Mica was a strong female, Sean, Dec and Killian were all very interesting characters with wonderfully unique traits and I loved each of them in their own way. Mica's friends were great and I even loved her dog (though I sensed there was more to that!).
The romance was lovely and there was lots of funny moments too. It was a truly enjoyable read and I have already bought the second book in the series as I want to see where Ms. Olerich takes this story and these characters. I am curious about the growth I expect to see in Mica so I can't wait to start the next book.

Author Bio:

Laurie Olerich is the author of the new Primani series. Part romance, part special ops, part paranormal...Laurie spent most of her life in the Northeastern United States and in Western Europe. She now lives in San Antonio, Texas, with her son and Dalmatian duo, Domino and Rambo. Desperate to escape the heat, she lives vicariously through her writing by setting the drama in the mountain coolness of New England and the rainy days of London. Before throwing caution to the wind and diving into a writing career, Laurie dedicated 20 years to her country by serving in the United States Air Force. Much of her time was spent around men with guns and cool toys...this explains her obsession with both.

Buy Links on Amazon
Primani - Book One


Call the Lightening - Book Two


Stone Angels - Book Three

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Not all monsters can be tamed: Stone Cold





Stone Cold

Ironhill Jinn #2
 by Jocelyn Adams
a  PNR, Urban Fantasy

Not all monsters can be tamed.

Blurb:  
Lou Hudson makes a deal with the Isaac to save the Ironhill jinn from execution…and lands on the front line of a war between the vampire and his sire.

Daddy Dearest intends to have Lou for himself to spite Isaac and begins meddling in every corner of her life. Her reputation shatters when people die, her monster-whispering skills shelved by public outcry and vampire politics.

When forced to confront their enemy, she isn’t prepared for the depth of Isaac’s plotting—or her increasing attraction to him—and to end their latest crisis will only cost Lou a piece of her soul.


Excerpt:

In the serenity of the Colorado night, without distraction, I noticed a scent surrounding Isaac I’d either ignored or hadn’t noticed before. Mineral hints of snow in chilled night air, and beneath it, the dewy scent of the earth in autumn. It drew up thoughts of Mum and the better times we’d spent together. My mind quieted further.

“Are you afraid?” Isaac asked, once again the guarded, regal lord. “Your terror should be painting the wind in shades of bitterness, but I scent nothing but your vanilla-tinged contentment.”
 I thought for a moment before answering, watching a hawk sail across the last splashes of pink. “No, I don’t think I am. Is it strange that I find comfort in the scent of my executioner? That it plunges me into my most pleasant memories during my life?” I smiled. “I’ve never believed in God, but perhaps he exists after all and has granted me this small mercy at the end of all things.”
 A rustle of fabric came to my ears as he shifted closer. “What do I smell like?”
Encouraged by his interest, I rolled his scent on my tongue, through the halls of my memory. “Frost-coated leaves on the forest floor in autumn when the earth is damp yet not frozen, and the wind has that first crisp hint of winter.” I’d always wondered why prisons would send a priest to the condemned, seeing no point in confessing anything, but I had a sudden understanding of how unburdening just having someone to listen could be.
I decided to share the memory. “Mum forbade me from using my abilities when I was young and we lived in England. Never let them see your strangeness, Lou-Lou Bean, she’d say. My jinn magic would build up and become almost blinding, and the longing was worse than starving. She finally gave in to my begging and took me up north to a small forest when I was three.”
My smile grew, and I let out a small laugh, remembering. “The first thing I did when she set me free was to drop to my knees and dig my fingers into the earth.” I stretched my hand out, almost feeling the cool soil squish against my palms. “It was late October like it is now. I had to shove away the leaves, inhaling the earthy scent of my element. The instant the rock called out to me and I could actually connect with it was like I’d been breathing with one lung all my life and could suddenly take in a full breath.”
I tried to shake off Mum’s reaction to it all back then, but it wouldn’t leave me, sucking the remembered joy out of me. “Mum always turned her back while I changed to stone. She didn’t like to see my strangeness, as if it would somehow drive the hurt deeper, that my father had cursed her with a condemned abomination for a daughter. She lived her entire life looking over her shoulder because of me.”
A tug came on my braid. I imagined Isaac running his fingers along the length of it, and that, too, was a strange sort of comfort coming from the last source I expected it from. I’m here, I heard in the act. I’m listening.

Top 10 ways to know

you’re in love with a romance author

by Jocelyn Adams, author of Stone Cold
 
1)      The only men who make you jealous are the ones inside her head
2)      You come home to her sobbing because Jimmy broke up with Carol and they’re not getting back together for another three chapters
3)      She's been banned from the mall for stalking teenagers and random couples for story ideas
4)      Most of the books on her shelves have naked man chests on them, and there are post-it notes marking all of the hot scenes she uses for steamy inspiration
5)      She can't pay attention to you for more than a minute without shouting "Oh, I've got it!" and whipping out a pencil and paper to jot down whatever she's been seeing inside her head while nodding and pretending to listen to you.
6)      Her daily staples are copious quantities of coffee, chocolate, and tissues
7)      She blurts out random things, like "Can you believe Joey likes Meredith? I seriously never saw that coming. Do you think Ricky is going to freak?" You smile and shrug, wondering why she’s asking since she’s writing the story.
8)      She's been gushing to you about the hot guy next door for five minutes before you realize she's talking about the newest supporting character in her book
9)      She hates your Uncle Tom because she reminds him of that cheating bastard she wrote about in her last novel
10)   There are monthly funerals for people she’s killed off that include candle-lit baths and giant tubs of Ben & Jerry’s
Who’s your favorite romance author? I’d love to hear about it in the comments below.

Author's Bio: 

Jocelyn is an office grunt by day and creator of romance and adventure by night. Born a farmer’s daughter with a vivid imagination, she spent her childhood dreaming up stories that remained untold until 2010.

With no formal training, she relied on the honest feedback of her writing group to take her from that first short story all the way to THE END of her first novel. She now has five published novels and has recently signed a 3-book deal with Entangled Publishing.

When she isn’t slinging words, you can find her shooting her bow or enjoying the serenity of family life in her little house in the woods.

Author's Links:
http://www.joceadams.com
 


Introducing a new voice in Menage: Caitlyn O'Leary


Trusting Chance
Fate Harbor series
by Caitlyn O'Leary
a Menage MFM Erotica Romance
 

15% off until April 22

 
STORY SYNOPSIS:

Josie Decker and Chance Reynolds knew each other 25 years ago when they were in the same foster home, before her birth mother reclaimed her.  Now, Chance and his best friend Sam Booth, an Afghan war veteran, are living in Fate Harbor, Washington, when Josie re-establishes ties with her former foster parents and opens a bakery in the quaint town.  Chance did well in corporate America and is now free to manage his charities, but his most important project is capturing Josie’s heart.

He realizes that her time growing up with her mother has left her with physical and emotional scars and a belief that she is unworthy of love.  A soul-healing sanctuary, Fate Harbor is accepting of Triad alliances, and Chance believes that he, Josie, and Sam can forge a lasting. fulfilling relationship.  Sam suffered a childhood of bouncing in and out of foster care, added to recent trauma from fighting for his country that left him desolate.  Chance despaired of saving the brother of his heart, but finding Josie again has given him hope that the three of them can make the perfect future together.

When Josie’s 18-year old, younger twin sisters arrive, Chance’s plans are challenged.  After learning of Josie’s unorthodox relationship, one of them says the idea of the triad “hurts her heart”.  Can Josie go against her beloved sister?  How can Josie not follow her heart, in loving these two men unconditionally?  With the help of Fate Harbor’s townfolk, a dance festival, and some hunky firemen, a happy ending is guaranteed for all.

GENERAL STORY EXCERPT


 “I don’t require a keeper, Sam.  I’d like you to leave.”  He turned to her. 

                “I think you need someone to watch out for you, someone who cares about you.  When was the last time you had someone you could lean on?”  When he saw her confused expression, he had his answer.

                “How many people have you taken care of over the years?” he asked quietly.

                Josie bit her lip, and he just couldn’t help himself, he brushed his fingers over her mouth, rescuing that bit of flesh.  “I would love it if you would let me take care of you; just a little bit…is that so wrong?”  He cupped her face, and bent for a slow taste of those luscious lips.

                 Josie couldn’t stop her response.  His words had unlocked something deep within her.  She couldn’t remember a time when she could literally lean into someone, and she reveled in it.  Her arms lifted to encompass his broad shoulders.  God, he felt so hard, so good and strong.  Trying to get even closer she lifted up on her toes, and gasped in pain.  He felt it in their kiss, and correctly interpreted it.  He broke away and looked at her.  In one quick moment, she was lifted in his arms and then found herself settled on his lap on her sofa.  She looked up at him in wonder.  “You’ll hurt yourself doing that,” she admonished.

                “Baby, you’re just a little thing,” Sam said.

                Josie snorted in disbelief.

                “Okay, you’re lush and curvy, just the way I love women.  I can’t stand a woman who’s going to blow away at the first strong wind.  But, Josie, compared to me, you are a little thing, and you’re the perfect size, with the absolute perfect body.  Do you understand me?  Are you finally hearing me?”  Josie looked up at him, and saw the absolute truth on his face.  She turned away, and nuzzled his neck, not wanting him to see the sheen of tears in her eyes.  This man, who made her blood sizzle, was turning her self-image upside down.  She felt like a huge weight had been lifted from her heart.

                “I know we’re going to talk about our injuries, but can you please tell me how such a beautiful woman could think she needed to hide in clothes four times her size?  How she could think that she wouldn’t have men falling at her feet?”  Josie couldn’t help giggling at the outrageous statement.

                “I’m serious, Baby.  At least a quarter of your male customers are coming into Sweet Dream Desserts to see the sights, not for the pastries.”  Sam tilted her head so she was forced to look at him.  “Let me guess, it was some guy who convinced you that you, you were less than perfect.”

                “Actually, it started way earlier than that.  My mom was one of those women who would blow away in the wind, and she was constantly harping on my weight.  So, it’s pretty much ingrained that I’m fat.  And, yeah, I got pretty serious about a guy, and when I finally agreed to sleep with him, well, he wasn’t all that impressed with my body.  He insisted the lights be turned off.”  Josie had to turn away from Sam.  She couldn’t stand to see pity in his eyes.

                Once again he turned her face, and she ended up looking up at him, and what she saw was anger.  “Baby, that should never have happened.  I understand a parent belittling you, boy do I understand that, but I can’t understand the asshole issues.  If I was lucky enough to get a chance to make love to you, I would want all the lights on.  I wouldn’t want to miss a thing.”


ADULT STORY EXCERPT


                Josie lost the ability to keep herself upright on her elbows, and dropped back down on the mattress, getting closer to the state of bliss that she found only in the arms of these two men.  As if they choreographed their moves, Chance’s tongue forced its way into the tight passage of her vagina and Sam started playing with her swollen clit.  She bucked up, and was immediately pressed back down into the bed by the strong arm Sam was pressing over her brace and abdomen.  Everytime the pleasure got so intense that she bucked, he would push down, and say soothing words at her breast, calming her.  “Wait for it, Baby, it’ll be so much better, if you wait for it.”  As soon as he would say that, Chance’s tongue would still and Sam would stop the mind-blowing circles that he was rubbing on her clustered nerves.  Instead he blew a gentle stream of warm air across the wet, sensitized crests of her breasts, encouraging her to allow her orgasm to build up slowly and sweetly.

                Josie found herself begging.  “Please Sam, let me come.  Please, oh, please.”  She rolled her hips, trying to push her body against his agile fingertips.  She was clenching the walls of her cunt around Chance’s tongue, trying to lure him deeper into her body.  Sam looked into her needy dark caramel eyes, bearing witness to her glory as she arched, keening for release, sprouting a slight sheen of perspiration.  How this woman claimed her right to passion, and her belief in herself was a gift that he would always cherish.  He bent and took the tight tip of her nipple between his teeth and gently bit, while circling and pressing, signaling Chance to begin thrusting deep into the velvety depths of Josie’s warm pussy.  Sam released her nipple, and said, “Come for us now, Baby.  Give us everything.” 

                It was bigger than anything that had come before.  The climax had been trying to break to the surface for what seemed like hours.  She’d tried so hard not to come, she’d tried to obey.  Okay, she might have tried to steal an orgasm, but Chance and Sam had not allowed it, and now she was experiencing pleasure past the point of no return.  She didn’t pass out, this time she was clearly aware of both of them both teasing and soothing her body.  This time she could hear them talking, it was as if she were floating above the bed, because even though her eyes were closed she knew exactly where they were, and what they were doing.

                Is she still with us?

                She’s in the zone.  I think she’s in the perfect relaxed state for what we have planned next.

                She seems pretty small, and you know she hasn’t done this before.  Josie knew that was Chance.  She stretched out her arm, found his hand, and squeezed it.

                Buddy, she came so hard the other night, and you know she’s going to come even harder tonight.  She likes anal play, and I like it.  Now you don’t have-

                Oh, I’m playing!   She gave his hand another squeeze.

                “You with us, Zee?” Chance asked.  It was like she was coming out of anesthesia.

                “Mmmmhhh, I’m here,” she smiled blissfully.  “I’m ready for anything.”  She let go of Chance’s hand and stretched her arms over her head, her legs sliding restively against one another.

                “I know you are, Baby.  Let’s get you up on your hands and knees, okay?”  Sam helped her to roll over.  She loved the feel of his hands guiding her into the new position.  “Keep your hands over your head like they are and rest your head on the bed.”  Josie loved how she was displayed.  It was like an ass-elevated yoga child’s pose, but with the added bonus of four hands stroking her butt.

                “Josie, you have the most beautiful heart-shaped ass I have ever seen,” Chance said, his voice thick with emotion.  Josie believed him.  Well, she believed that he thought so, and that felt so liberating, she wiggled her ass, and she heard him groan.  Then she heard the cap of a bottle snap open.

                “Chance, hold her open, I want to see that pretty little asshole.”  Hearing her ass was pretty was one thing, but her asshole?  She clenched, and immediately she felt the quick heat of pain as Sam slapped her right butt cheek.  “Relax and open up, Baby.  We like looking at what’s ours.  Every part of you belongs to us, and we love every part of you.”  Josie took in a cleansing yoga breath.

                “I really like the parts that play nicely with my dick,” Chance added.  “I like your mouth, I like your hands, I like your pussy, and despite what Sam thinks, I’m going to love your tight little asshole.”  On Josie’s second relaxing breath Chance splayed open her cheeks, and then she felt Sam’s gentle fingers applying lubricant against her anus.

                “Jesus, look at how she flutters open and closed, like she can’t decide if she wants to let us in our keep us out…it’s so fucking sexy,” Chance breathed.

                “Oh, she wants to let us in,” Sam assured him.  Then he slowly slid his index finger in to the second knuckle and smiled at Josie’s sigh of pleasure.  “Good girl.  Do you like that?  Do you want more?”  They saw her head nod, and Sam spread more of the ointment onto his fingers, and this time pressed in with three fingers.  They watched as her head thrashed, and listened as she hissed.  “Too much, Baby?”

                “I think it’s too much, but I need more.  You know?”  She looked over her shoulder at the two of them, her eyes awash with confusion.  She suddenly arched her flanks upwards, catching Sam by surprise, causing him to go deeper.  Both men’s eyes were pulled to the sight of her anus being stretched so tightly, but then they turned towards her and saw that she was breathing deeply and smiling in satisfaction.  “That’s better,” she breathed, “but I need you to move.  I still need more.”
 

AUTHOR BIO AND CONTACT:


Caitlyn O’Leary was born and raised in a small town in the Pacific Northwest.  She’s been an avid reader all her life.  Her earliest creative writing endeavors consisted of “ghost writing” exercises in which she pretended to be her younger brothers and sisters when she did their homework assignments, before they turned them in as their own.  Years in corporate America honed her ability to manipulate words by day, while at night she continued to read everything she could get her hands on, including many, many steamy romances!

Now, happily married to her long, tall Texan and living in Southern California, Caitlyn has finally found the time to write erotic Happily Ever Afters for Siren. She enjoys swimming, travelling, writing, babysitting her nieces and nephews, spending time with friends and family and doing lots of “research” for her upcoming novels with her husband.

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