Saturday, January 30, 2016

New Releases and Hot Leading Men Drop by







Author Brenna Zinn stopped by with a sneak peek at her Romantic Suspense title releasing Feb. 18th!
Check out Precious Cargo!!!
Precious Cargo
by Brenna Zinn
a Military Suspense Romance

Blurb

Master Sergeant Duke Gunnison sucks at retirement. He has no intention of turning in his combat boots for golf shoes. His former life in Special Ops, where he protected innocents and fought dangerous enemies, provided the rush he continually craved. Without the constant missions to feed his adrenaline addiction, he’s lost his sense of purpose and he struggles to find meaning in his new life—until he gets a life changing phone call.

Grey Holden, a founder of the prestigious private security agency The Omega Team, offers Duke a chance at a second life doing what he was born to do—a special op to safeguard the daughter of an important Ukrainian diplomat. But Mila Bartosh is not only a special envoy’s daughter, sent to accompany her father as he negotiates the removal of troops in eastern Ukraine. She’s on a secret mission of her own—to exact revenge on a powerful Russian mob boss, guilty of unspeakable crimes.

Mila is determined to help protect her father and accomplish her treacherous undertaking at all costs. But as her tasks become more complex, she unexpectedly reunites with the man who stole her heart and then vanished into the night, never to be heard from again, until now. Her love’em and leave’em paramour is none other than her new American bodyguard Duke Gunnison. With innocent lives on the line, can she carry out her missions while avenging her broken heart?

Precious Cargo Excerpt
“Duke” Gunnison had seen his leg twisted at a gut-churning angle after his team’s convoy had run over a bomb in a Croatian field. His left arm had bled like red rain when two bullets from Serbian rebel forces made holes the size of dimes in his biceps. And after flying through a second-story window and landing on an old Volkswagen Beetle during a Special Ops mission in Sarajevo, his entire body had turned various shades of black and blue, plus a sickening green.
Yet for all he’d put his physique through during his Army career, he was pretty certain he’d never been rougher on it than he had in the last five months since retiring from the military.
He pushed aside a potato chip bag from his bare chest and leaned forward in his extended La-Z-Boy to examine the rest of his reclining form. By some miracle, the definition of his abs still managed to show under sun-darkened skin. His thighs remained toned, at least while he flexed them. Unfortunately, the best part of his view was the new red briefs covering his Johnson.
He’d promised himself to lounge around the house a while and figure out the next chapter of his life when he got out of the service. The steady climb of his weight and softening of his muscles attested to his success on the first half of his pledge. The second half was proving considerably more difficult though.
What did a crotchety ex-Delta Force soldier with skills in espionage, hostage rescue, explosives and the like do in the civilian world? His experience couldn’t be listed on a resume, no matter how good he’d been or the number of medals he’d received. Hell, the United States government barely acknowledged the existence of Delta Force. As far as any potential employer could know, he’d spent twenty years since the age of seventeen as a cryptologic linguist specializing in Slavic languages. Other than working as a translator—no thanks—what prospective jobs were realistic, not to mention personally satisfying?
He reached into the bag and pulled out another handful of chips, then, one by one, slipped the salty snacks into his mouth while pondering the question for the hundredth time. He was a smart guy. He could pick up and live anywhere, whenever he wanted. The world was his oyster. All he need do was make a decision and follow through to the best of his ability like he always did.
So why was making this particular decision so problematic?
Perhaps his sister’s idea of starting his own wilderness outfitter company in Colorado or Alaska wasn’t as crazy as he’d first thought. He had plenty of money. He had talent. He was still relatively young. Sure, he might not be the easiest guy to be around, but if he worked on being a little more pleasant and put his back to the physical demands of the business, he could be extremely successful being a guide out in the wild.
Maybe then he’d find inner peace.
Maybe then he’d feel fulfilled.
Maybe then he could even find a nice girl and settle down.
His hand froze, leaving a final broken chip stranded an inch from his lips.
Settle down?
Oh, hell to the no.
That was it. He needed to lay off the greasy foods. They were affecting his brain. After working almost half his lifetime in counterintelligence and dealing with people who spoke in half-truths or lied as easily as they breathed, he knew too damn well he’d never find a woman he completely trusted. Aside from his military buddies, who had pulled him from more scrapes than any man should have lived through, putting his complete faith in anyone else simply did not compute. Not one little bit.
Except…
His heart felt a pang, and a long sigh slipped from somewhere deep inside.
The woman from Crimea.
She’d saved his hide during that mission, plus a whole lot more. A whole lot more.
I’ve never felt this way about anyone.
I want to be with you.
I…I love you.
He shook his head and dropped the remaining chip back into the bag, refusing to think about his last Op, the woman or their time together. Right now, he needed to get up, put on some gym shorts and go for a run. Get some air and work his muscles. At the very least, he should throw on some clothes. A robe or something. A decent man wouldn’t lounge around the house all day in his underwear munching junk food and watching crap on television. He knew far too much about Showcase Showdowns, who was screwing who on the soaps and the latest celebrity gossip.
His cell phone rang, interrupting the disturbing realization. Duke brushed his fingertips on his briefs, cleaning off residual crumbs and salt before picking up.
“Hello.”
“Duke Gunnison?”
“Who wants to know?”
“This is Grey Holden.”
Duke sat up and peered at the display on his phone, his lips turning up just a fraction. He recognized the name. How could he not? He might not have worked with Grey Holden, but he sure as hell had heard about the guy. The number, however, had a Florida prefix. Lots of retired military lived in Florida, but the only Grey Holden he knew about hailed from Montana.
“I don’t know any Grey Holden. You’ve got the wrong number, brotha.”
“I think you do. Does Operation Eastern Shield from two thousand six mean anything to you?”
A full-on smile took control of his mouth. “As a matter of fact, it does. Want to tell me why a man from Montana appears to be calling from a state crawling with lovebugs the size of hand grenades?”
Duke heard a long breath being pulled and then let out.
“I hate those fucking things,” Grey said.
“I don’t blame you. Nasty little critters.” Duke retracted the footrest of the recliner and stood. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this call, Lieutenant Holden?”
“Just call me Grey. Like you, I’m a civilian now.”
“A civilian with connections. How did you get my number?”
“Let’s just say I’m still in contact with people in high places.”

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Carlene Love dropped by yesterday to give us this from this week's new release!



Let Me See
These Three Words, 2
by Carlene Love

Blurb

 Are you sure you’re ready to see what’s inside?

Two hearts beating…

S Club dancer and extrovert, Jay, has worked very hard for this eye-opening moment with his reluctant and shy friend, Kelley. Unfortunately, a humorous attempt to get her to open up serves to push her further away. Now it’s nearly impossible to convince her he’s not just out to play.

Hundreds of scars in need of hiding…

For good reason, Kelley has yet to let Jay see all of her, whereas he takes his clothes off nightly for a living. Her respect for him runs unmatched because she sees who he is inside. There’s just no way to ever reciprocate and that’s not fair to him. His interest in her has never made sense. The best option is convincing Jay there really is nothing to see.

One dark night to shine some light on their healing…

Sometimes, it just takes one very patient man, one dimly lit room, and one safe set of arms. 
Chapter One Excerpt

The middle of June, Boulder City, Nevada. Or you could also call it hell cuz it was so fricking hot.

Clothes are really overrated, ya know. Oh, sorry, I know this is just supposed to be that one line at the beginning of the book that tells you the time of year and setting. Let’s just get to my story. Yeah, so here we go. My name is Jay. I happen to be a stripper, which means you’re either blushing, giggling, checking your wallet for ones and imagining my giant smile—come on now, minds out of the gutter (insert that winky emoji girls are so good at)—or super curious about what I look like naked right about now. It’s okay. I totally get that last part. I’m curious about others in that way too.

You see, I’m just a guy who has no business being in love with this beautiful angel who has me turned upside down and inside out. She’s all kinds of innocent. At least she was. Before she met me. Hold on … I just need a second. Sorry. And now, well now she won’t even let me see her. Damn, I’m sorry. I’ve said way too much and this is a lot harder than I thought. I’m gonna do my best to piece this all together for you. Please bear with me. Can we just start this part again? Thank you. Sorry, I’m usually pretty funny but, I’m just not myself right now. I just want her to be okay. Ya know? If you’re heartbroken or hurting out there, reading this, I want you to be okay too. Let’s see if we can get through this together. So like I was saying, my name is Jay. I’m a stripper. And it’s really hot here …


Be here now, Do no harm

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Thursday's Winner was......
                        Fedora C.  !!!!


Saturday's Giveaway
Elizabeth Safleur - 2 ecopies or print copies (the latter to anyone with a U.S. mail address) of my books, Lovely and Untouchable.
Brenna Zinn - A copy of Precious Cargo (to be delivered Feb. 18th on release day) and a copy of Iron Rods.
Kay Manis- a bundle set of my X-TREME LOVE series (the first four books)  Ebook Mobi or ePub format.
J. Kenner - $10 Amazon Gift Card
Carlene Love - e-copy of Let Me See (These Three Words, 2)



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Friday, January 29, 2016

The Party's getting steamier!



Another great part of running a book blog is getting to see new releases while the ink is still wet. 

Like this awesome new release by AJ Adams

I also love the diversity of Romance genre, like in these three titles by Elena Kincaid.



Helpless
by AJ Adams
Price $3.99
128,000 words
A self-standing complete novel
First in the Belial Disciples MC series





Blurb

Fracas Macintyre has been in and out of trouble all her life but this time it’s worse than ever. In debt to a loan shark, she’s caught up in a war between the Alistairs, nicknamed The Irish Mob, and Belial’s Disciples, England’s nastiest MC. Kidnapped and at the mercy of Caden Winslow, Fracas is convinced that life is going to get very nasty indeed. 



Caden Winslow is an ex soldier used to taking care of business. When an Alistair henchman steals his beloved Busa, he simply takes one of theirs hostage and expects a simple trade will solve the problem. However, Caden is about to be pulled into a war.



Note: Helpless is a dark romance and there’s lots of violence, but it’s also a love story.  It’s not a “lock her up and rape her till she loves him” plot so if you’re not sure, give it a go. 




Excerpt

I opened the boot, and at the sight of the girl, Crush began grinning. “Hey, is that for me, too?”

“You can go fuck yourself!” The little tart blew up instantly. “You evil bastard, let me go!”

“Whoo! I like her!”

Crush is a man who enjoys performing to the stereotypical outlaw biker image. This time I could see he meant it, and so did the girl. She opened her mouth, spotted Crush’s cut and went very quiet.

“You can’t have her. She’s my collateral.” I pulled her towards me, snapped through her ankle ties with the box cutter and threw her over my shoulder. She muttered furiously, but she’d stopped fighting. I could feel her raise her head and look over the crowd of gathering Disciples. She shivered and went limp. I guess she didn’t like the look of the party.

Crush was still curious. “Collateral for what?”

“Alistair’s man took my Busa.”

“You’re shitting me!”




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THREE MADE IN HEAVEN
(Made In Heaven #1) 
by Elena Kincaid



Blurb:
Maddie Sutton always felt something missing until the day she met Charlie and Cole. What started out as a childhood friendship slowly developed into an all-consuming love. Her biggest problem is that she can only see them in her dreams. Maddie realizes that to lead a normal life, she would have to let them go. After all, they’re only a fantasy…or are they?

Charlie Gilbert and Cole Mercer are both very real. For years they have loved and pined for Maddie, meeting up in dreams set in different locales. Afraid of making her choose between them, they keep their feelings hidden until finally realizing that the three of them belong together. How can they convince Maddie if she doubts their existence? When Charlie starts to doubt, Cole springs into action and brings them all together.

Now that they have found each other, they vow to never let go, but when an unknown danger looms over Maddie, Charlie and Cole will do anything to protect her, even if it means risking their own lives.

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, food play, HEA]

Siren Bookstrand, Inc,  April 30, 2013,  Word count 42,778







STORY EXCERPT



“Six months, Maddie!” Charlie roared. “More than six fucking months go by before you show up again.”

“I’m sorry,” was all she could say.

They were once again in a setting that Maddie chose, The Bronx Zoo. She was walking slowly in front of them, afraid to turn around and see the matching disapproving stares that they were surely giving her. How could she possibly explain to them the reason she stayed away? She wasn’t even sure that she should be with them now, but she missed them to point of feeling physical pain.

She wondered if her men noticed yet that they were walking through the African Plains attraction, only they were inside with the animals. Only a few feet away from them, a lion was lazing around in the grass. When Maddie finally turned around to face Charlie and Cole, she winced at the look of hurt etched on both their faces. At that moment she wished that the lion would come and attack her and swallow her up whole. She felt like she deserved nothing less. The traitor lion just continued to ignore them and proceeded with his lazing.

“I met someone,” she stated matter-of-factly.

“Is that right?” Charlie’s tone was acidic, hurt and anger radiating off him.

“That’s your big excuse,” Cole spat. “We thought something must have happened to you. And so what if you met someone? Charlie and I never stayed away when we were dating someone. Suddenly we don’t matter to you?”

“No, Cole. No, that’s not it at all,” Maddie pleaded. Her lip trembled. She was on the verge of tears.

It was true that neither of them had ever stayed away that long. As a matter of fact, as the years went by, they saw each other more and more frequently. Even after the first time, their separation was less than three months. But she couldn’t tell them about the guilt she felt for having a boyfriend and how it made her feel unfaithful to them and unfaithful to Josh.

She had met Josh in Paris. He and his buddies had also been “traipsing,” as Cole had put it, through Europe. Josh was from Connecticut, but it turned out that he too would be attending Rutgers University in the fall. She liked him. Toward the end of the summer she had slept with him. But Maddie couldn’t help but feel that she somehow betrayed Charlie and Cole. The guilt kept eating away at her every time she was intimate with Josh. And she felt as if she was lying to Josh by omission. No matter how close she became with him, it didn’t change the fact that Maddie’s heart still belonged to her men. Maddie knew that she would never stop loving Charlie and Cole, but being with them seemed impossible. And she thought that if she were ever going to allow herself to have a normal relationship, she would need to stay away from them.

Her heart ached every day for six months until the separation became too much to bear.

“Did you fuck him?” Charlie barked, his anger escalating.

Maddie gasped. “Don’t you dare speak to me that way, Charlie! And so what if I did? What did you expect? You guys get to fuck other girls and I should…what? Be celibate for the rest of my life?”

Maddie saw the wide-eyed look of horror on their faces as she wiped angry tears from her cheeks. They had made her cry. In an instant, she was wrapped in their embrace. They petted her hair, kissed her cheeks, rubbed her back, and whispered apologies.

“I–I’m s–sorry,” Maddie stuttered. “I d–didn’t m–mean to m–make you w–worry. I’m s–so s–sorry.”

“Shhh, baby, it’s okay. Hush now,” Charlie crooned. “Just don’t ever do that to us again.”

“I w–won’t. I promise,” she sniffled.

Charlie and Cole held Maddie until she stopped crying. When they released her from their embrace, they each took hold of one of her hands.

“Do you love him?” Cole asked, his voice low and gravelly.

“No, I don’t,” she said easily.

Maddie thought she imagined the relief she saw on both of their faces. After all, if they felt the same way about me as I do about them, surely they would tell me, she thought.

“Let’s go before that lion decides to eat us,” Charlie said.



ADULT EXCERPT



“Maddie,” Cole said as he cupped her face tenderly. “We have a lot to talk about, but right now I need to kiss you.”

Maddie didn’t protest as Cole pulled her flush against his body and bent down to kiss her, hotly, wetly. He fisted his hand in her hair and tilted her head back for better access. She moaned into his mouth, lost in the sensation of their kiss. She felt his erection press hard against her belly. Charlie came up behind her running his hands slowly down her back. He stopped when he reached the tie of her smock and began to undo it. She had forgotten to remove it at the studio.

Cole broke apart from their kiss and turned her around to face Charlie. Charlie removed the smock and threw it on the floor before pulling her to him. His mouth came down hard on hers. She opened for him when he licked her lips, loving the taste and feel of him. His hands roamed freely up and down the front of her body, while Cole’s hands were busy discovering her back. Charlie bent lower to kiss her neck while his hands massaged her breasts, his thumbs gliding over her oversensitive nipples. Maddie threw her head back against Cole’s shoulder and moaned loudly. Her legs began to feel like jelly. She felt as if they would give out if her two men weren’t supporting her.

Cole snaked his arms around her waist, lowering them slowly to the button of her jeans. He undid the button, pulled down the zipper, and slipped a hand inside her panties, firmly cupping her mound. Maddie began to move her pelvis against Cole’s hand in desperate need of some friction. He slipped a finger then another between her folds and into her burning hot channel.

“You’re so wet,” Cole said, his voice low and uneven.

She nearly convulsed when Cole removed his fingers from her pussy and sucked them into his mouth. “Mmm…you taste so good.”

“Bedroom,” Charlie growled. He hoisted Maddie up in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist, and headed for her bedroom. He let her slide down his body right beside her high queen bed. She stood on shaky legs as Charlie and Cole continued to touch her, kiss her. Charlie grabbed the hem of her shirt and she lifted her arms up to help him remove it. Maddie fumbled with the buttons on Cole’s shirt as Charlie shucked his pull-over and T-shirt. Cole assisted Maddie with his buttons before reaching around to undo the clasp of her bra. She heard the sharp intake of breath from both men as they took in the sight of her ample round, bared breasts. Rosy nipples stood out begging for their attention.

“Fucking perfect,” Charlie rasped. He dipped his head to suck on one of her taut nipples. Cole followed suit with her other nipple. Maddie pressed their heads closer to her flesh, loving the feel of their hot, wet tongues on her. Charlie stepped back to remove his jeans while Cole lifted her up in his arms and climbed to the center of the bed, laying her down on her back. He pulled Maddie’s jeans and socks off, followed by her panties. Another intake of breath.

“Jesus, you’re so beautiful,” said Cole.

“You’re both wearing too many clothes,” Maddie panted. “I want to see you, too.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Charlie said with a smirk. Cole grinned widely and then both men began to divest themselves of the rest of their clothes.

Now it was Maddie’s turn to gape at their glorious naked bodies and holy hell, they’re freaking huge.

“See something you like?” Charlie asked. He gave Maddie a wink as her jaw dropped.

He and Cole both groaned as Maddie licked her lips. Then they were on her, kissing, licking, sucking, nipping at her flesh as if she was a feast and they were ravenous. Cole brought his lips back up to hers, kissing her deeply, while Charlie sucked on and played with her breasts. She slid a hand into Cole’s hair and scratched down Charlie’s back. She felt them both shiver underneath her touch. Charlie moved lower, kissing down her stomach to her hips to the inside of her thigh. He spread both her thighs wide and positioned himself between them, leaving her completely open to his gaze.

“Fuck, Cole! Look at this pretty pink pussy.”

Cole pulled himself away from Maddie’s lips to sit by Charlie, admiring the sight of her spread open. She was wet and glistening, writhing underneath their gazes. They both murmured their appreciation at the site of her neatly shaven mound where a small triangular patch of dark hair sat, leaving everything else completely bare.

Maddie had always been shy around men. She expected to be embarrassed at being so completely vulnerable and exposed, but she wasn’t. Not with them. She wanted them to look at her. The way that they stared at her body with hunger and pure adoration made her feel beautiful and sexy. She felt herself getting wetter and ached for them to resume their touch.

It was like they were already attuned to her body. Sensing her desperation, Charlie dipped his head to suck on her clit, and she exploded after just two flicks of his tongue. She heard him chuckle.

“I want another one,” he said and continued to lap at her wet folds, licking and swallowing her cream. “Fuck, you’re delicious!”



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UNSHATTERED
(Silver Cliff #1) 



Blurb:
After Anna James loses nearly everyone she loves and is betrayed by those she trusted, she sets out in search of a place that would bring her peace.  She knew she had found it when she arrived in a sleepy little town called Silver Cliff and she vows to never trust anyone with her heart again, especially a man she fears would not only break her heart, he'd incinerate it.



Nathan Kent has dealt with his own heartache and demons from getting off the path he was meant to be on. He decides to return to his home town to rebuild his life and the last thing he needs is to fall in love with a snarky girl who keeps her past under lock and key. He realizes quickly, though, that she is girl worth risking it all for and vows to make her his.



Their pull was undeniable, like fireworks on top of flaming bonfires. But Anna can't help wonder if she and Nathan are strong enough to survive a past that keeps resurfacing or if fate will keep shattering the world around her.



Siren Bookstrand, Inc., April 21, 2015 Word Count: 70,877






STORY EXCERPT



What the hell was she thinking agreeing to this? She hadn’t seen Nathan since she went to his house to apologize and they shared not only a moment but an almost kiss, and now…now she was going out to dinner with him and the girls and freakin’ Joshua Dale. She liked Josh, and she actually felt bad about turning him down when he asked her out on a date. He was a good guy, sweet, funny, definitely cute, especially in his deputy uniform, but there hadn’t been a spark. Even if there had been, she still would have said no. Men like that were too easy to fall for and trust. Men like that would inevitably hurt her. The biggest difference between men like Josh and Trevor was that Josh would feel bad about it.

With Nathan, though, there wasn’t just a spark. There were fireworks…fireworks on top of flaming bonfires added to all the burners on the stove going at once and mixed with all the chemicals overreacting to each other in a lab. She was sure she could come up with even more metaphors, but she’d already made her brain hurt from overthinking things. Nathan did not just have the potential to break her heart, he could incinerate it.

This wasn’t a date, she told herself again. It was a group outing. That would be her mantra tonight.

She changed her clothes several times, made sure her makeup—though she didn’t wear much—looked flawless, and she wondered if Nathan preferred her hair up or down. Not a date. Not a date. Not. A. Date.

Okay, so maybe it really wasn’t a date, but a huge part of her wished that it was. She liked him…much more than she wanted to. How could I let this happen? She removed the clip from her hair, letting her silken locks fall straight past her shoulders. She sat on her bed with her head in her hands, berating herself for allowing these feelings. As if I had a choice. He somehow barreled into her life out of nowhere, demanding she reveal all of herself to him, and the worst part was that she wanted to. If she wasn’t running into him, she was thinking about him or thinking about ways to avoid thinking about him. And here she was just minutes ago, wondering which way she thought he would prefer her hair to be styled.

Distance. I need some distance. She would not be able to avoid him entirely, but she could try to limit the time she spent around him. That seemed like the best course of action, only the thought of not seeing him suddenly hurt her heart.

“Fuck!” She flung herself backward onto the bed, slamming her palms down on the mattress.

The doorbell rang. “Down it is,” she said, referring to her hair. When she opened the door, Nathan stood there wearing a cocky grin.

“Hi.”

“Um…hello.” Anna barely recognized her own voice. It came out as a sort of breathy squeak. She tried to peer past Nathan, into his car, but there was no one else with him.

Nathan turned his head to look behind him. When he turned back to face her, confusion marred his features. “Are you looking for something?”

“Where’s Ruby?” Ruby was supposed to be picking her up, Carla was meeting them at the restaurant right after her shift, and she wasn’t sure how Josh was getting to the restaurant.

“Ruby had a few last-minute errands, so I offered to pick you up.”

Anna finally realized she was being rude by not inviting him in, so she gestured him inside. “I’ll just go grab my bag.”

“My bag,” he mimicked in an exaggerated New York accent, making Anna laugh.

“Right, you guys say purse.” For the most part, Anna’s accent was nondescript, but certain choices of words and the pronunciations of them were definitely very Brooklyn. “You lived in the city. You should be used to it by now.”

“Mostly everyone I knew were transplants just like me, but I did get my daily dose of New Yawk City speak.”

“Oh shut it,” she said playfully. “We know there’s an r in there. I’ll just go grab my little ole purse.”

“No rush,” she heard him say on the way to her bedroom. There was still a trace of humor in his voice.

Something had just occurred to her. Bag forgotten, she walked back out into the living room.

“Wait, are we being set up again?” She was going to kill Carla. This was surely her doing. “Are they all going to come up with some excuse and not show up, leaving just the two of us at dinner?”

Nathan looked confused, or annoyed, at the possibility. She couldn’t tell which. “No. As far as I know, both Carla and Ruby are still coming, and you and I are going to go grab Josh from the station.”

Well that won’t be awkward at all, she thought. She went back into her room to grab her purse, and after locking up, they walked back to his car in silence.



ADULT EXCERPT



April showers were meant to bring May flowers, but unfortunately, in Nathan’s case, it brought weeds in the form of two unwanted visitors, and on his birthday no less. What was even more peculiar, was that the two of them arrived together. Naturally, their arrival disturbed what had started out as an amazing day.

Nathan awoke to an empty bed. It was odd since he was always the one who woke first. He would either lie there, watching Anna sleep, until she opened her eyes on her own, or was too impatient and his kissing, licking, and groping did the trick. In most cases it was the latter.

When the smell of something delicious reached his nostrils and the sound of pots clanking reached his ears, he knew what his woman was up to. He shot out of bed and donned a pair of sweats before heading to the bathroom to quickly relieve himself and brush his teeth.

The sight of what greeted him downstairs made his mouth water even more than the smell of breakfast. Anna, clad only in one of his long button-down flannel shirts, was by the stove with her back to him. She was flipping pancakes while quietly singing and dancing along to the tunes emanating from her earbuds. Just when he thought it was impossible for Anna to be hotter than she already was in his eyes, she started to sing “Paradise City” while subtly bobbing her head. He didn’t even know she was a Gun’s N’ Roses fan. They were one of his favorite bands of all time.

She squeaked when he put his arms around her from behind, obviously startled by his sneak attack. He was so hard, and he ached to relieve his pain. He turned off the stove, spun her around, grabbed her ass, and lifted her off her feet to straddle his waist. He walked the few steps it took to get to the kitchen island, freeing his rigid cock on the way over, and impaled her the minute her ass hit the marble top.

He fused his lips and tongue to hers as he feverishly pounded into her. Her shirt was ripped open, sending many of the buttons flying, but Nathan couldn’t care less. Her nipples beckoned him, and he obliged, licking and sucking them into his mouth in turn. He took out one of her earbuds, placed it in his ear, and as the song picked up tempo, so did his thrusting.

When the song changed to “Come as You Are” by Nirvana, Nathan and Anna had to suppress their laughter from the direction their dirty minds both simultaneously went. He was definitely going to make her come. Hard. The song was also fitting on another level. Anna was his nirvana. There was nothing more heavenly than being gripped by the walls of her tight, sweet pussy, he thought. He wondered why sex had never felt like this for him before and why none of his previous climaxes before Anna had ever slammed into him on a transcendental level. The answer was simple. None of his previous lovers was her. It was more than just the physical act of getting off with her. She was his home. Her beautiful body was made to fit his.

Their eyes locked. Anna balanced herself with one hand on the counter, while her other hand fisted in his hair. He felt her powerful legs tighten around his waist and knew that she was getting close.

“I’m gonna make you come so fucking hard now,” he said gruffly as he pounded into her. He tightened his hold on her hips and set an even more punishing pace. “Come all over my cock, baby.”

“Oh God! Nathan!”

“That’s right, baby. Let me hear you.” He knew she loved his dirty talk. Her lips turned up slightly at the corners whenever he used it.

“Ughn!”

“You love it when I fuck you, don’t you, Anna?”

“Yes,” she whispered.



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Alpha Blood



BLURB: 2015 Evernight Reader's Choice Award for Best Romance On The Go.

Gemma, a she-wolf, alone and in unbearable pain, cries vengeance against the evil man who caused her suffering. Jordan, alpha of the White-Moon pack, the largest in the country, has a war to prepare for. Kane, his brother and beta, struggles to be worthy of the role thrust upon him.

When young girls start to disappear and rumors of a dangerous serum surface, the two men are brought face to face with their destiny. A fiery passion blooms between Gemma and her men, one that heals her body and soul, but a dangerous war still lies ahead. Will they be successful at stopping an evil tyrant before another girl goes missing or will Gemma pay the ultimate price? With her life.






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Gemma still ached all over, but the pain was now dull and tolerable. She knew her reprieve would be short. More pain waited for her throughout the night. Something was different, however. Warmth surrounded her on both sides as she rested on what felt like a soft bed. A pillow cushioned her head.

She opened her eyes and bolted upright when a warm, calloused hand brushed her cheek.

“Easy, you’re safe,” said a deeply rich and sexy voice. “Lie back down.”

She looked around the spacious bedroom and even through the muted light could see the room was tastefully decorated with dark wood furniture matching the dark wood bedposts. A creamy white chaise sat in the corner with a cozy-looking rich brown throw blanket dangling off the side of it. She imagined herself lounging on it with a good book and a glass of wine sitting atop the small side table next to the chaise. Gemma did in fact feel safe, safer than she had felt in a very long time. She complied with the gentle command to lie down, pulling up the chartreuse-colored sheet that had pooled around her belly when she had sat up and she sensed a blush creep onto her cheeks while doing so. The memory of what had happened earlier in the forest with the two gorgeous men beside her came flooding back to her as well. They had given her a ray of hope when she had none left.

At first she was on her guard, wary of anyone who dared approach her lest they were part of Pollux-Moon or in allegiance with them. Then she became angry that two complete strangers thought it their right to order her around, to touch her without her consent. She’d been in too much pain to realize that they only wanted to help her. So in agony and unfocused as she was, at first she hadn’t even realized that they were her mates.

Mates. I have mates. She closed her eyes briefly and savored the delicious scents that surrounded her. Her pain had been reflected in their eyes earlier when she had locked gazes with them after she realized who they were to her. One of them had hair the color of midnight and eyes of gold. His hard gaze had softened when she stopped struggling and let him examine her. She found him looking at her when she opened her eyes again.

“What’s your name?” he asked. He had a slightly deeper baritone than the one who commanded her to lie down.

“I’m Gemma. But my friends call me Gem.”

“You have a beautiful name, Gemma, Gem.” His smile was breathtaking. He looked so open and friendly, a complete contrast to how he had looked earlier when he was being bossy and commanding. “I’m Jordan. Alpha of the White-Moon pack. This is my brother and beta, Kane.”

She looked over at Kane—hair nearly as dark as his brother’s, but eyes a mossy green—and managed a small smile. Both men were large and muscular and exuded a power hard to miss. They had identical tattoos on their left pectoral—a wolf’s paw print with a wolf face inside it. The eyes of each wolf, however, matched its owner’s. A full white moon stood out behind the paw and the White-Moon pack insignia, in elegant script, rested underneath. They both sported various other tattoos, but that particular one was breathtaking.

“You had us worried there, little wolf,” Kane said. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I just clawed my way out of hell for a temporary breather.” She hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

Kane looked suddenly angry. “Who did this to you?”















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Elena Kincaid is an award winning author. She writes Erotic Paranormal and Contemporary MFM and MF Romances. She developed a passion for reading and writing at an early age and loves to write what she loves to read and that is usually romance with a paranormal twist. Her desk is constantly cluttered with journals, sticky notes, and torn out pieces of paper full of ideas.

She was born in Ukraine and raised in New York, where she currently lives with her daughter. She graduated college with a BFA in creative writing and In addition to writing, she also started a graphic design business a few years after graduating. When not working, Elena loves to spend time with her family, travel the globe, curl up with a good book, and catch up on her soaps.









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Thursday, January 28, 2016

Celebrating 3 Sexy Years!


Another thing we love about running a blog is meeting new (to us) authors!  Alyssa and Skye are two writers to definitely check out and keep your eye on.  Definitely sexy!


SWEPT
by Alyssa Turner
a MMF Ménage BDSM Romance

Blurb:
Even a Master needs a savior...or two.

Successful engineering executive, Jack Rothman thought he was finally free to be the Dom he was meant to become. His submissives, Rory Campbell and Spencer Hartley are soon to be married, and his place as their Dominant is unshakable. Then Jack loses the one thing a Dom requires…control over his life.

Rory can’t wait to get married, but she can’t marry both of her men—not in the eyes of the law or her overbearing, critical parents. She must find the courage to tell her parents the truth about her poly relationship, despite the sudden absence of her Dominant’s strength. If she wants the happily-ever-after wedding she’s always dreamed of, she’ll have to learn to fight for it on her own.

Spencer knows that lies are a poison that destroys from within.  Now that he’s come to terms with his bisexuality he’s ready to settle down with the woman he loves and the man he can’t live without. Only the future that seemed so bright is in danger of being swept out of his hands. He’s watching his fiancée fall apart, his Dom fade away and there’s nothing he can do about it…or is there?






Excerpt from Swept by Alyssa Turner

Rory sat with her hands folded and waited, just as she’d been told. Every grunt and groan from Spencer ricocheted in her ears. She closed her eyes and let the deep, rich tone of Spencer’s pleasure vibrate inside of her. Her need grew larger with every minute, swelling up from her depths and feeling as if it might make her explode. And the waiting was heaven because she had learned discipline and control. Rory’s bouts of anxiety were almost entirely in the past. No hives, no worrying. All her life she’d been struggling to cope. Jack had given her the power to conquer that demon. Now the more she waited, the more she was deprived, the more she was punished, the stronger she became.

Then the wait was over.

Jack strode back into the sleeping quarters still wet from the shower and still hard. “You kept your position. Good girl,” he said, charging toward her.

Jack took her with stark determination, pulling her forward across his lap as he sat down. She held her arms over her head, and he grabbed hold of both her wrists in one strong hand, stretching her as long as possible. His other hand cut through the air and sent a swift breeze past her thighs as it landed the first stinging blow to her ass. Jack’s grip around her wrists tightened as the second lightning-fast slap connected with her. Rory inhaled sharply and let out a whimper on the third blow.

Her toes curled, and her fingers contracted into fists. Spencer stood in the doorway, his bath towel draped around his neck. Jack struck her ass again, and Spencer pressed his lips together, his fingers finding their way around his semi-hard shaft.

Ten full-throttle spankings and Jack seemed satisfied. Her skin stung worse than the worst sunburn she’d ever had. But that throbbing pain was always followed by pleasure, and it was the pleasure that made it all worth it.

He flipped her onto the bed and gripped her thighs hard enough to press his fingertips into her flesh. He was inside of her quickly, like a knife cutting through butter, buried to the hilt. For a moment he stilled and then withdrew. Kisses rained down on her neck and chest, and his words were soft and sweet now that her reward had come. The long strokes filling her ebbed and flowed like the harbor waters around them.

“You looked so amazing sitting there. You know it took every last bit of my willpower to make you wait.” He supported her chin between his thumb and index finger and stilled himself again, staring into her eyes. There was a lot present in that stare. Rory felt the sum total of those emotions sweep over her and cherished the adoring kiss he delivered to her lips. “Say it, Rory. Say that you know it.”

“I know it.”

“I love you. Do you know that too?”

“Yes.”

He rolled his hips, sending his shaft to her depths. “Would you like some proof to back that up?”

She lifted one eyebrow with a sly smile. “Every psychological theory needs to have supporting data.”

“You would know, Dr. Campbell-Hartley.”

She moaned a little at the feel of his velvety strokes. Her voice lilted breathlessly in the air. “I’ve only just barely started on my doctorate, and Spencer and I won’t be married until summer.”

“Your future has been told,” he said, dipping his head and kissing her neck.

Rory placed her hand on his shoulder. “Not exactly.” She pressed her lips to his ear. “Spencer and I talked it over, and I’ve decided to take the name Hartley-Rothman.”

Jack stilled and flashed her a look of genuine surprise. For a fleeting second, Rory caught a glimmer of something a lot like fear in his expression. She wasn’t sure.

“Spence?” Jack said without turning toward him. He didn’t take his eyes off of her, and she watched whatever that was in his eyes give way to something more like hope. “Is this true?”

Spencer crossed the room and slipped onto the bed next to them.

“Yeah. She’s going to petition for a legal name change. Are you cool with it?”

The smile started in the corner of Jack’s mouth and soon took hold of his entire face. “What do you think?”

“Even though she’ll be married to me, we wanted to make sure that you had an official place by our side. Nothing else seemed right.”

Rory laced her fingers into Jack’s. “I like the sound of it: Dr. Rory Hartley-Rothman. It has a beautiful ring to it.”

“And your parents, Ror? What do they say about this idea to take my name?”

Rory tried to look Jack in the eye, but she faltered and found herself dropping his hand and stretching through a yawn. “I haven’t told them.”

Both Spencer and Jack gave her a knowing look.

“Not because I’m afraid to…I just didn’t think it was important right now.”

“It’s plenty important to me that you don’t alienate your parents.” Jack stroked her cheek with his thumb. “If my mom were still alive, I’d be chewing her ear off about how much I love you two. But as it is, both Spencer and I are short on parents we can rely on. Your folks care about you, and I know it’s important to you what they think.”

Rory nodded softly and studied Jack’s expression, wondering if he was testing her. “They’ll be over for Easter and can see for themselves how happy we are. They already tolerate our relationship with you, Jack. I don’t see why this would be an issue.”

“That’s because you’re great at seeing the good in people, sweetheart,” Jack said.

Spencer kissed her forehead. “And it’s one reason why we love you.”

Jack cupped her cheek. “The other reason is that sound you make when you are about to come.”

“Haven’t heard that sound in a whole twenty-four hours,” Spencer said. “Too long.”

“Way too long,” Jack agreed. He gave her the hungriest look she’d seen yet. It was enough to make her skin spark with tingles. “But this time I’m going to have to take it from you.”

Rory’s mouth opened. She wasn’t sure she knew what he meant by that. “Take it?”

Jack’s gray eyes smoldered, and he slipped his hand around her neck. “Turn over.”

There it was: that instinctual fear, that thrill, that soul-melting burn inside. She obeyed him without hesitation, without an inch of doubt, even when he spoke in that voice. Correction; especially when he spoke in that voice.

Rory laid flat on her belly and listened as Jack directed Spencer to reach into the cabinet below the bed. He pulled out the black leather box sized for tools, longer than his arm. In regal red script, her name was embroidered across the top. Spencer slipped the latch and raised the top. “Pick your poison, Jack.”

“Spreader bar and the longer rope for the binding you will tie.”

“I get to do the honors, huh? Sweet.”

Only a rock climber could rival a sailor in his talent for tying knots. Rope play had come easy to Spencer. He’d told her once, as they shared a bath following a scene with Jack, that tying her up felt like securing her, like keeping her still in a chaotic world. He’d laughed afterward, dismissing his confession as crazy. He’d told her to forget it and started to change the subject, but Rory had reached behind her and cinched her wrists around his neck, draping herself back against his chest.

“We’ll just have to be crazy together because I love that you feel that way, Spence.”

He’d laughed again, and that time she’d felt the vibrations of a full-throated chuckle. “Crazy together then it is,” she remembered him saying, and the words had resonated with her. Their normal, their crazy…it was all the same.

Rory registered the look of steady calm on Spencer’s face as he removed the shiny chrome bar with gray velvet-lined leather cuffs attached at each end. He reached over her to secure her ankles inside the custom-made leather sheaths. A simple buckle ensured there would be no escape.

“Take the reverse prayer position,” Jack instructed.

With her head laid against the soft sheets, she arranged her arms behind her back and pressed her palms neatly together. In her training over the past year, Rory had taken up yoga classes to practice both flexibility and discipline. It was something she’d pursued on her own in her quest to become a more worthy submissive. Rory was a perfectionist. Even she could admit that now. Yoga was a healthy outlet, one of many Jack had helped her uncover.

Spencer got to work on wrapping the black nylon rope around one of her wrists in four precise rows and then continued on the second wrist. Then he took each end and laced the rope around her forearms, immobilizing her in that position. In the mirrored closet door next to their bed, Rory watched him work. The rope was corded around itself for further reinforcement, and then Spencer crafted an intricate butterfly knot to finish it all off. She thought they were finished, but Jack took two shorter ropes from her box. He held her hips and raised them into the air, placing her ass high and open to him. The ropes were looped around each thigh in slide knots that were then connected to her wrists. She couldn’t move her body an inch in any direction. It was even difficult to move her head, and the cool sheet warmed beneath her cheek. She was at their mercy. Rory acknowledged the stretch of her muscles and let her senses drink in every second as they ticked by.

“Do you need a gag?”

“I don’t know.” Truly, she didn’t. There was something in the air that felt different. What had Jack meant when he’d said he would be taking her orgasm from her? It sounded as though she’d be forced to break the rules, to yell out without permission. Would she need a gag? Rory swallowed hard. She hoped so.



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Donuts, Diamonds & Assorted Details
by Skye McNeil
A Hopeless Romantic


Blurb:
Gwen Smidt dreams of leaving Iowa for sunny Florida…but her dream is derailed by Devon Smith, a dashing criminal attorney. While investigating the murder of her friend, Gwen discovers the truth about why Devon was transplanted into her life.
Jeremy Schroeder is a hopeless romantic who never gives up on the possibility of Gwen. He is willing to do anything, pull any tricks, to convince her they are meant to be.
In a moment of sheer insanity, Gwen and Jeremy find themselves naked between the sheets. Their rendezvous now holds their friendship hostage, and while Jeremy wants more than friendship, Gwen is reluctant to give up on the notion of a perfect man.
Throughout the inevitable longing between Gwen  and Jeremy, the reality Gwen believes in is a life. Now, when reality comes crashing back down, Gwen must choose between choosing a man she loves and the man she wants to love…




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She felt his eyes scan her from head to toe more than once before he closed the distance between them and trapped her between the wall and his arms resting on either side of her shoulders. She couldn’t move if she wanted to; not with her heart pounding furiously to make her stay and kiss him until he stopped his shenanigans. “I’ve got all I want right here,” he whispered against her neck.
Gwen’s stomach flipped and her throat immediately dried. Those words sounded like honey on her tortured soul, but she couldn’t accept them. “You’re drunk,” she shot back, equally hushed. She moved to escape his clutch, but he pressed her against the wall with his body.
“Maybe a little, but maybe I’m just drunk enough to demand you stop teasing me,” he replied, moving her hair behind her shoulder and toying with the dress strap. He rolled it between his fingers and lowered his eyes to her dress. “You come to a party you’re not invited to wearing a dress that makes every male head turn.” He slipped her strap down and gently caressed her bare shoulder. Chills spread over her skin the more he touched her. “And then you want to leave right after I see you?” he finished, pushing the opposite dress strap off. “That’s not very fair,” he complained, leaning down and catching the tip of her ear between his teeth.
If it weren’t for the other party-goers, Gwen was certain Jeremy would take her in that very hallway. She saw the longing in his brown depths and knew hers mirrored the exact same. “You know we can’t,” she murmured against his lips.
Jeremy cradled her face in his hands and nuzzled her nose with his before tilting her head up. “Then why does it feel so right when we do?” he argued as he lightly nibbled on her lower lip. His reasoning made sense to her hazed thoughts. The way he coerced her lips with his only intensified her resolve to not let anything or anyone get between them.
Deciding one kiss wouldn’t hurt anything, Gwen met Jeremy’s lips with exuberance.
His reaction took her breath away when he eagerly slipped his tongue into her mouth to tangle with hers. He tasted like beer laced with vodka and a hint of peppermint, but to her, he still tasted like perfection. The beat of the rock song playing over the amplifier only deepened the pressure in Gwen’s body. Thankful for the crowd-reducing noise, Gwen pulled Jeremy closer yet, until he was skin to skin with her.
About Skye:
Skye McNeil began writing at the age of seventeen, and has been lost in a love affair ever since. With the encouragement and support of her family, Skye continued to write and completed NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) in 2013. In high school, Skye’s poetry was published in Celebrate! Young Poets Speak Out.
Skye enjoys writing romance novels that leave readers wanting more and falling in love over and over again. She writes contemporary and historical novels ranging from sweet and sassy to steamy and sultry.
Skye loves spending time with her family including her pets, two cats and one dog who were adopted from her local animal shelter. When she is not writing, Skye enjoys photography, volleyball, meeting new people, traveling, and curling up with a cup of coffee and reading.
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