Showing posts with label Fearless. Show all posts
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Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Burning For You

Burning For You
Fearless 8
by Erzabet Bishop
a Paranormal Romance

Book Description:

Where there’s smoke, there’s dragon fire.
Ordinary girl. Extraordinary fate.

Violet Winters is having a less than perfect day. Her parents are meddling with her love life (again), her wintery magic is kaput and her vivid dreams are coming far too close to reality. When she falls through the ice after seeing her fiancé all close and snuggly with a fellow polar bear, all bets are off. Is she better off dead or will she get another chance at life when a Grimare angel rescues her from her chosen fate?

Fire meets ice and passions ignite.

Dante is a dragon on a mission: fight the string of strange fires springing up around Westmore and find a mate. When his Captain decides to have the men pose for social media shots to garner attention for the station, Dante finds himself in the middle of a steady stream of women after his special strategically placed “fire hose.”

At Hot Whips Café to haggle with the owner for counter space for their new firemen calendar, he meets a woman who sets his inner scales on fire. Can he save her from the machinations of the Fates or will she die a second time by the very threat Dante fights against?
A dragon’s panty melting kiss may just be the wow this curvy girl needs.

Review by pearls
He's a dragon shifter and a firefighter, and he's got a really big hose!  This is a great afternoon read.  Violet's winter magic may be just the right to create some fire and ice nights.  But first they have to fight an arsonist and the Fates who want her dead.  But first she must learn to accept her own self worth.  With a "guardian" angel and her mate behind her, Violet learns to find her inner power, but is it in time to save her life? and did I mention the smokin' hot dragon?

“Come on, Dante, show us a little leg.” The smirking photographer circled in front of him and it was all Dante could do to control the dragon scraping beneath his skin to avoid reaching out and shoving the camera up his ass.

Pictures for social media. The Captain had officially lost his fucking mind. The catcalls and male laughter from the rest of the guys made him lose his footing and the fire hose he’d been using as a prop to conceal his nakedness began to slip.

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

Dante scrambled to catch the hose and cover himself and balanced against the newly washed and waxed fire engine, trying to pretend he was anywhere else but standing like a prize bull at an auction.

“If you’ll hold still, please. The others have already contributed their shots. You’re the last one.” The cameraman huffed, turning the lens. He lowered the camera and glared at Dante. “You could smile maybe?”

Shit. He was distracted by the wacked out dream he’d had the night before. A woman he’d never met swam in front of him, dying. Her long black hair fanned out in the cold, dark water and he’d panicked. He’d told her to live.

“Fine.” Dante growled, a wisp of smoke curling out from behind his lips. He felt the change sliding beneath his skin, the dragon agitated by his distress.

“God, Dante. Come on.” Carter laughed. “You aren’t afraid of a little flashing light, are you?” The rest of the crew laughed, sharing in the good natured ribbing.


He just wanted it to be over. His beast wanted to fly and hunt and if he didn’t get out of here soon, he was going to lose his mind. Most of the men here were either dating or married.  He wasn’t and the urge to mate had made his already bad temper even worse.

The Captain had lured him and the others in with the promise of a social media boost to help the department. He figured a couple of pictures for Instagram like that vet that had so many followers it was insane. Model pretty with a gaggle of women trailing behind him like no tomorrow. The guy had even been on national television recently. Cap was dreaming, but he also knew the man would do anything to save their department from going strictly volunteer.

So many in the country had gone that route and the bear shifter was fighting it tooth and claw. Dante supported that. He’d moved from his home in the mountains to come here after his buddy Carter had told him about the job. Happy and with a large family of cat and dragon shifter young, his friend would do anything to ensure things stayed status quo. So would he, and apparently that included standing naked in front of a freshly polished firetruck.

Thank God his mother couldn’t see him or he’d never hear the end of it. She’d been writing him emails nonstop asking if he’d met any promising women. Jesus. He’d never seen a woman more eager to fuss over grandchildren. But he hadn’t and the prospects didn’t look very favorable. Not that he hadn’t dated. He had. But no female he’d met even sparked his interest past the typical curves and tight jeans and it wasn’t enough. Not anymore.

He wanted a mate. Someone to come home to and warm his bed and his heart. Most of the women he’d come across only wanted one thing—to bang a fireman and brag to their friends.

“Well, that’s about as good as I’m going to get if you’re going to scowl like that.” The photographer capped his lens and sighed, stalking off toward the Captain. “You can get dressed now.”

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

“Man, you really need to learn to crack a smile, buddy.” Carter grinned as he and a few of the others approached now that the photographer had gone.

“Thank you, guys. Dante.” The Captain came forward giving Dante a narrow eyed look, then nodded toward the remainder of the group. “We should see the finished product in a day or so.”

Wait. Product?

About the Author:
Erzabet Bishop is the award winning author of Sigil Fire, Written on Skin, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts interactive erotic romances, Holiday Cruise, Gingerbread Dreams, Pomegranate, Crave, A Red Dress for Christmas, Holidays in Hell, Lipstick, The Science of Lust, Club Beam, Sweet Seductions: The Erzabet Bishop Collection and multiple books in the Erotic Pagan Series. She is a contributing author to Club Rook, Taboo II, Hungry for More, A Christmas to Remember, Forbidden Fruit, Sci Spanks, Spank or Treat, Sweat, When the Clock Strikes Thirteen, Bossy, Cougars, Can’t Get Enough, Slave Girls, The Big Book of Submission, Anything She Wants, Bondage Bites, Coming Together: Girl on Girl, Coming Together: For the Holidays and more. She was a finalist for the GCLS awards in 2014 and 2015. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores.

For more information on books by Erzabet, visit her website:

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Friday, July 22, 2016

Setting His Sights

Setting His Sights
Fearless 6
by BA Tortuga
Genre: MM Gay Romance, action adventure

Publisher: All Romance eBooks
Date of Publication: July 1, 2016
ISBN: 978-1-945193-20-0
Word Count: 20000
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill

Book Description:
Trey’s waited long enough to take what he needs.

Trey Jamison leads an elite mercenary team that specializes in snatch and grabs. Things have been going well – well enough that he’s letting himself notice Kai Tanaka, fellow Texan and team long-range sniper.

Kai hasn’t made any secret of his attraction to Trey. But the boss is the boss, and it isn’t until the team gets compromised and Kai is captured during a job that Trey lets himself admit the feelings he has for his captured teammate.

Kai liked when the team spent their downtime together.
Oh, he was probably the only one. He knew Jagger hated to sit still for even five seconds, and Cyrus started to look for a fight after about twelve hours of confinement, but being with the team gave him a real sense of belonging. Not only that, but sitting still was his motherfucking job. Sit and wait, then fire.

Maybe because he usually worked alone out in the field. When they were holed up in a temporary headquarters, he got to listen to them all chatter, got to sit and clean his weapons and watch Trey Jamison out of the corner of his eye.

The boss was a beautiful piece of work, all hard muscle and blond hair. Not bulky, no. Just tall and built like a brick shithouse. Those sharp blue eyes missed nothing, except maybe the way Kai admired the man.

Then again, Trey was his team leader, so maybe it was best that he ignored Kai’s longing glances, huh?

“You stroke your dick like you do that weapon?” Danny asked him. Their resident pilot was the living stereotype of an adrenaline junkie helo man. He played the drums on every available surface, and he always seemed to be moving half a second faster than everyone else.

“You don’t really want to know what I do with my dick, do you?” Kai asked, then waggled his tongue at Danny in a lewd fashion.

“Ew. No. Don’t tell.”

“Then don’t ask,” Kai rejoined. They talked trash like that all the time, but Kai had a good idea that Danny knew which way Kai’s gate swung, and Danny had always been decent about it.

“No problem.” Danny flicked at his hair and danced away. “Why are we in a holding pattern again?”

“Trey says our last job is gonna lead to another. We just need intel.”

“I need to go get laid,” Jagger grumbled, arms crossed over his wide chest, chin down. Kai had thought he was asleep. “We should get at least a three-day out of that little crazy thing we just rescued.”

The girl in Mexico had been a piece of work, convinced that some Mexican drug lord was her biological father instead of just someone holding her for ransom because her real daddy was a higher up in the DEA or some shit. Maybe the house on the beach and lots of jewelry had been a good incentive for a rebellious teen. Said drug lord had promised her horses to ride, too.

Maybe all girls really were horse crazy.

“Y’all just need to sit tight.” Trey strode into the room, tossing a basketball at Cyrus. “Or go blow off some steam and get some exercise. But no one leaves the compound.”

“That sucks ass.” Jagger rose, then reached over to snag the ball from Cyrus. “Come on, you. I need to kick some ass if I can’t have some.”

“Who’s the hand-to-hand expert?” Cyrus retorted, chasing Jag out the door.

“Yeah, I think I’ll go with them,” Danny said and wandered outside, whistling a tuneless song.

“Not you?” Trey asked.

“Nah.” Kai indicated his rifle. “There’s always maintenance to do. I’m the one guy you don’t want jamming on you.”

“True enough.” Trey grabbed a clipboard off a peg hanging on the wall and started doing inventory. “Anything you need replaced?”

“Nope.” All he wanted to do was sit and watch Trey. Beautiful bastard. Kai would take that in a heartbeat, bend over, and just let Trey fuck him senseless. Yum. “So, what’s this job look like?”

“I don’t know yet, Kai. I mean, the lead sounds good, and the money is solid. We’re still at the waiting stage, though. Definitely a retrieval. Not Mexico. South America, maybe.”

“Damn.” All that heat and humidity were hell on his rifles. Then again, desert jobs in the Middle East played havoc, too.

“Sucks to be you, huh?” Trey winked, then went back to work. “I just figured there was no sense letting y’all scatter and have to hunt your asses down.”

Kai bit back his reply about how Trey could hunt his ass anytime. Danny might be a good target for sexual jokes, but Trey was not. “I never go that far.”

“Nope. You’re damned boring, man. Still, I like that can depend on you, bro. I appreciate it.”

The little glow of pride he felt probably should have been humiliating. Crumbs to the good puppy. Kai had given up shame for Lent years ago, though, and he grinned with a flush of pleasure. “I like to be available.”

About the Author:
B.A. Tortuga
Texan to the bone and an unrepentant Daddy's Girl, BA Tortuga spends her days with her basset hounds, getting tattooed, texting her sisters, and eating Mexican food. When she's not doing that, she's writing. She spends her days off watching rodeo, knitting, and surfing Pinterest in the name of research. BA's personal saviors include her wife, Julia Talbot, her best friend, Sean Michael, and coffee. Lots of coffee. Really good coffee.

Having written everything from fist-fighting rednecks to hard-core cowboys to werewolves, BA does her damnedest to tell the stories of her heart, which was raised in Northeast Texas, but has heard the call of the high desert and lives in the Sandias. With books ranging from hard-hitting GLBT romance, to fiery menages, to the most traditional of love stories, BA refuses to be pigeon-holed by anyone but the voices in her head.

For more information on other books by B.A., visit her official website:

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Friday, July 15, 2016

One Cold Night

One Cold Night
Fearless 3
Aliyah Burke
Genre: Romantic suspense
Publisher: All Romance eBooks

Book Description:
Heat sizzles during the winter…

John Prince has been undercover for the ATF for over two years when his cover is blown. His rescuer comes in the female form and goes by Leena. Their attraction is hot enough to melt the snow outside but he has to wonder: are the ones who set him up for death still after him?
Leena Parsons prefers dogs to people. Regardless, she can’t leave the man she finds in an icy river to die, so she takes him home. During their days and nights together, she learns about the man betrayed by his own. She falls for him and when danger arrives again, she puts herself in harm’s way to ensure that he isn’t killed.

He lied to her about his last name, thrust her into danger, and yet through it all she stayed at his side. When it is all over, will he be able to hold onto the woman who found him one cold night?

Leena shivered and burrowed her hands further into the oversized men’s jacket, ducking her head further below the upturned collar. The snow whipped around her, biting exposed skin with a hungry ferocity.

“Come on, Argo,” she muttered. “Unlike you, I don’t relish being out here.” Like he could see her—or respond in words, she shrugged. “Not at night anyway. Especially at a rest area.”

The winds carried his deep bark to her and her shoulders sagged. I know what that means. There would be no return trip to the van until she went to see what he wanted. “Argo, hier!” she pitched her voice to carry over the wind and pelting snow.

She stomped her feet, wishing once more she was back in the van and on the road, headed home. The trip had been a long one, good, but long. From the darkness he appeared like a rocket who’d locked in her trajectory, snow flew out from his bounding strides. He executed a perfect sit before her as if there weren’t all that snow under his ass.

“Good boy,” she praised, before giving him her unique release command. “Wazzu.”

He barked again and backed up now that he’d been released. His intentions plain. Her heart broke for a moment; he looked so much like his father. Her heart dog. Another bark followed by a spin and two bounces in the other direction.

“I’m coming. Two legs, not four here.” She struck out after him, cursing as the land dipped down, causing her to slide through the knee-deep snow. Her dog led her to a thick copse of trees where he barked at a log, lying partially in the freezing river.

She brushed a wet curl away from her face. “Seriously? You wanted me to see you bark at a log? I should kill you. Let’s go.”

He ignored her and stepped closer to the water. Her mouth dropped open when he grasped something in his jaw and yanked. Shit, that’s a person.

She scrambled over by Argo, driving him back with a single word. It was a man, the blowing snow had partially covered him and his lower body still lay submerged in the icy water.

“Shit.” She shifted and bent to grasp him beneath his arms, then pulled. By the time she got him free of the water, she was panting. He wasn’t small by any stretch. His body riddled with burn marks, wounds, and absolutely no clothing.

Without thought, she shrugged out of her coat and covered him. On her, it went past her calves. On him, it barely hit his knees.

“What the fuck happened to you?”

“Leave me,” he rasped before he collapsed, completely unconscious.

“Sure, because I was raised to leave half frozen naked men alone. I don’t suppose you’re just pretending to be unconscious, are you?” Of course not. “Fuck me sideways, this is going to suck.” She bent back down and got to the arduous task of moving him to safety.

It took her nearly twenty minutes to drag him up to her van that thankfully she’d parked close to where she was coming up. The wind had picked up along with the snow, making her all the more pleased to have Argo with her. The parking lot was vacant on her end, everyone else having parked near the restrooms.

Per her norm, she’d chosen an empty area so the dogs she travelled with wouldn’t be around everyone. Especially when she let them stretch their legs. She paused, digging in her pants pocket for her keys, then unlocked her van.

“This is how serial killers get into your life, Leena. You bring them in.” She opened the side door, immediately saying, “Blibe.” The three dogs there stayed as ordered and she returned to the unconscious, still naked man lying in a heap.

Her own strength waning, she grunted and groaned as she maneuvered him into the vehicle. “Usually I’m having sex when I mutter and grunt this much. Or I think I do, haven’t had any in a while so I’m not sure how it goes.”

Once inside the van, she reached and closed out the cold once Argo had jumped in. At least until he shook. Her dogs were interested in her newcomer but she moved them aside as she took him to the bench seat converted to a bed in the back. She reached around him and removed the jacket, doing her best to ignore his cock that lay against his leg.

“Maybe you’re not all cold.”

She drew back the blankets and nearly lay him back but a moment of hesitation for the injuries on his back were a problem that needed addressing. Reaching over him to the rear of the van, she grabbed the first aid kit she always carried from where it rested in its spot. Then set about cleaning his injuries.

“Someone sure did a number on you, man.” Shallow cuts, deep cuts, burns, and more bruising than she cared to think about. She worked swiftly to be able to get him under the blankets.

More thoughts of his cock filled her as she moved it aside to clean the gash on his inner thigh. Thoughts she brushed away.

He groaned as she lay him on his back. “I know it hurts and I’m sorry. Either side will hurt, not much I can do about that. You’ll be warm in just a bit.”

He lay on her electric blanket and below three others heavy blankets. Scrambling to the front, she started the ignition then returned to adjust the heat to the lowest setting on the blanket. Unsure of how long he’d been submerged in the water, she didn’t want it totally hot, that would be hella painful when feeling returned. Better to do low and allow the warmth work its way up.

“Heat from both sides.”

She covered him again and watched as the two bitches lay on either side of him before her youngest dog curved his body around the man’s feet.

She stuffed the cleaning supplies in the trash and reached for her bag. After drawing out a dry sweatshirt, she hesitated a second before she scoffed at herself.

“Just got done touching his naked body, the man’s unconscious, and I’m hesitant about stripping in front of him.” She removed the sodden item and draped it over the crate against the side. Then pulled on the dry one. Then she shucked the snow pants, leaving her in dry jeans.

Her stomach rumbled, reminding her it was time for some food. “I know, I know.”

She glanced at the bed and smiled, he wasn’t visible with the dogs around him. “No heat like dog heat. Come on, boy.”

She went back to the driver’s seat and slid over the fabric. Her full size van may not have been new but it was all hers and ran superbly. Argo hopped into the passenger seat, turned two circles, and lay down on the bed she’d created for him there. Rubbing his head, she hit the windshield wipers.

“You’re taken care of, now it’s my turn.” He grunted. “Almost home, boy. Just a few more hours.”

He yawned and closed his eyes.

About the Author:

Aliyah Burke is an avid reader and is never far from pen and paper (or the computer). She loves to hear from her readers and can be found on Facebook or Twitter at @AliyahBurke96.
She is married to a career military man. They are owned by four Borzoi, and a DSH cat. She spends her days sharing time between work, writing, and dog training.
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Monday, July 11, 2016


Fearless 1
Lily Harlem

Genre: Contemporary romance, menage

Publisher: All Romance eBooks

Date of Publication: July 1, 2016

ISBN: 978-1-945193-05-7

Word Count:  22000

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill

Book Description: 

How do you pass the time handcuffed to somebody who gets on your nerves?
All journalist Roxie Diamond wants is the chance to ride out with the London night patrol. Reporting on women who sell their bodies to survive is her latest assignment and she's on the case. Trouble is, the two hot cops she's partnered with couldn't be more different, Officer Rudy is displeased to have a tag-along, but he can brood all he likes while she admires his partner's cute ass and broad shoulders.

Roxie doesn't count on being mistaken for an accessory in human trafficking. Before she knows it she's snatched, interrogated, and her world is turned upside down. Just as well her sullen cop takes her safety seriously. Though how much help he'll be when she finds herself handcuffed to him in an abandoned warehouse, locked up for goodness knows how long, she doesn't know.

Will he open up? Protect her? Will the anger in his eyes turn to desire when she confesses her lust? Will he admit to the passion she can feel brimming beneath his surface? And can they really do that, while in such a dangerous predicament? And just how close is he to his partner?


Review by pearls
This was a fun read with action and steamy moments.  A case of mistaken identity lands Roxie in danger.  When a hot cop rides in to save the day, they find themselves cuffed together.  Can they be rescued in time, now that they have found one another?  


Roxie Diamond shoved her phone, lipstick, and keys into her shoulder bag. Her stomach was tense with excitement and her chest held a fluttery feeling. She’d been waiting for this opportunity for months. Her boss at the newspaper had pulled strings and called in favors to get her out on the beat, and now, finally, it was going to happen. She’d be winning prizes for her real life insight into the women who worked the streets of London before she knew it.
She grinned and checked her teeth for lipstick in the mirror. She hoped she’d get a hot cop to ride with. But more than that she wanted a guy who was chatty, didn’t mind dishing the dirt, telling her how it really was on the streets of London with the prostitutes, the johns, and the crime lurking in the shadows.
Satisfied she was looking the part in black boots with a heel, red jeans, and a denim jacket over a black shirt, she headed out of her apartment. She’d wanted to look casual yet smartish. She needed to blend in, but not look like an officer because she wasn’t. She was an investigative reporter, an independent woman with a career on the up. If she was given the information, the insight, she knew damn well she was one of the best on the team for delivering quality, impartial, informative journalism.
It was dark and cold as she stepped outside. It was also nearing midnight. The air held a light mist that dampened her hair and cooled her cheeks. Without lingering, she headed for the Tube station, her heels clicking on the ground.
She wondered what it was like for the prostitutes who hung around on street corners on nights like this. They’d be cold and likely hungry and in need of a fix, but in spite of this, still touting for business, hoping to offer their shivering, skinny bodies in exchange for cash.
What was the city doing to help these women? Where did they come from? What became of their children? Who were the men who sought them out? Why did these woman risk rape, a beating, and murder on a nightly basis?
These were all questions Roxie wanted to address, those and many more. A couple of nights on patrol would hopefully give her the police perspective of the problem. One thing she already knew was these men were on the front line, the good guys with a tough job.
Before long she arrived at Hackney police station. It was a tall concrete building, a 1970s design, and covered in gray pebbledash that appeared black now the rain had gotten to it. There was a single light on in the entrance way that shone through the blue tinted glass window with POLICE written on it.
The door was unlocked, so she stepped into the warmth and up to reception.
“Can I help you?” a uniformed officer asked from behind a tall desk. A large black clock behind him showed that it was now nearly half past midnight.
“Hi, yes.” She smiled. “I’m here for Sergeant Vincent Taylor.”
“And you are?” He didn’t smile back.
Roxie tightened her grip on the handle on her bag, refusing to be intimidated by his steely stare. “I’m Roxie Diamond. He should be expecting me. I’m shadowing him on his shift tonight. Arranged by Phil Ray at News World.”
He continued to stare at her.
“If you could let Sergeant Taylor know I’m here,” she said, her patience wearing thin, but her smile still steady.
He frowned and picked up a black telephone to his right. Hit a button on the top left corner. “Vince. You expecting a…” He flicked his index finger at her.
“Roxie Diamond, News World.”
“Some journalist called Ms. Diamond. Says she’s going out with you tonight.” He was quiet for a moment. “Right you are.” He put the phone down.
“Well?” Roxie asked when he said nothing but bent his head to a ledger.
“Take a seat. He’ll be here in a minute to get you.” He didn’t look at her.
“Thank you.” She glanced behind herself. There was a row of orange plastic chairs bolted to the wall. She sat and put her bag on her lap. She hoped Vincent Taylor would be less grumpy than the guy on reception. He seemed as though he’d had his fill of humanity and was beyond disappointed with what he’d seen.
“Hey, you must be Roxie.”
She turned at the sound of a deep, but upbeat voice.
“Hi,” she said, taking in the sight of a tall, nice-looking police officer with blond hair and blue eyes. “Yes, that’s me.”
“Pleased to meet you.” He held out his hand, the material on his black top creasing slightly at his shoulder.
She took his hand, enjoying the warmth of his palm and the way his big fingers squeezed hers, just a little.

About the Author:

Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning, best-selling author of contemporary erotic romance. After giving up a busy career in nursing she now spends her time enjoying her army of rescued pets and penning steamy stories. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including, HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Pride Publishing, Evernight Publishing and Sweetmeat Press. She also self-publishes novels that range from emotionally charged erotic romance, to steamy ménage a trois and, with Natalie Dae, (Harlem Dae) dark BDSM that pushes all the boundaries.

One thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms Harlem and in whichever pairing or genre takes your fancy, is it will be wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy so make sure you hang on tight for the ride!

For more information on other books by Lily, visit her website:

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