Tagline: Jungle Salvation, Book II of The Jaguar Queens series, is a full-length, action-packed paranormal suspense novel that pushes the boundaries of the shifter genre. Blurb Dragged back into the human world by well-meaning friends, jaguar shifter Matteo D’Cruz realizes he’s been in cat form for over seventy years. With another transformation, he could lose his tenuous hold on his humanity. There’s no salvation for a feral shifter, only execution. Damaged by grief and guilt, he doesn’t care overmuch. However, when he discovers an unmated female shifter, he can’t resist her scintillating allure or his instinct to protect her at all costs. Carefree Dakota Gorman travels to Brazil to rescue her sister. Determined to expose the drug lords who have manipulated her sibling into a hurried wedding, she’s certain the baffling hottie Matteo is one of them. After Dakota’s sister turns into a giant jaguar before her eyes, she must confront a new reality, one including hidden family traits. Matteo helps her trigger her first exhilarating metamorphosis into a jaguar, leaving no doubt about her genetics, but her joy is cut short. A blackmailer sends Matteo a video of her transformation, demanding DNA samples. The extortionist threatens to post the recording to the internet and expose the shifters to the world. Dredging up courage she didn’t know she had, Dakota joins Matteo and the other jag shifters to save her family—and her new species—from scientific experimentation. Blurb Well-meaning friends drag archaic jaguar shifter Matteo D’Cruz back into the human world. Almost trapped in cat form, the recalcitrant male narrowly dodges execution as a feral. Even so, his final end doesn’t concern him overmuch—until he meets the thrill-seeking Dakota Gorman, a latent shifter female. Matteo helps trigger her first transformation into a magnificent jaguar, and in turn, she schools him on the twenty-first-century woman. Hopeful for the first time in decades, Matteo embraces a possible future with the formidable jaguar queen. Tragically, their intimacy nearly forces him back into cat form, which would put him on death row. Unwilling to selfishly ask Dakota to wait for him, a desolate Matteo resigns himself to torture and watching her mate another. Instead, in a vicious plot to weaponize shifter DNA, a rogue military faction snatches her, carving Matteo’s heart from his chest. He will bring her home—but at what cost? 10% SAMPLE DOWNLOAD W/ NEWSLETTER SIGN UP JUNGLE SALVATION Jaguar Queens, 2 M.A. Jewell Copyright © 2019 Chapter One Matteo D’Cruz recognized the scent of his old friend Cristiano Salazar in the humid Brazilian Amazon. Even so, territorial invasion raised hackles across his shoulders, and he drove his claws into the bark beneath him. The sensitive lining of his nose told him Cristiano escorted two other jaguar shifters—one an impossibility--a female. A harsh male scent polluted her essence. Mated. Adrenaline surged his heart into a gallop. The possessive warning didn’t temper her allure, as a mate’s mark should. His lack of control triggered alarms in his head, but he ignored them. Base cat instinct overruled his long-lost sense of propriety. Matteo strained to hear her above the never-ending insect symphony. She was close. A hundred meters, or so. Mated or not, she traveled his territory, and he would have her. God forgive me. Driven by ages-old instinct, Matteo barked a series of courting roars into the canopy’s understory. He waited a breathless beat. No response.Rocketing from tree to tree, ignoring the branches slapping his muzzle, he raced toward the queen. Flat-out shifter speed wasn’t fast enough. Monkeys screeched a warning to the entire jungle and scampered from his path. After an agonizing half-minute, human conversation reached his keen ears, slowing his pace. “Jaime, keep Kelsi close. Matteo’s near.” Odd. Cristiano spoke English rather than Portuguese. A metered growl came from the unknown male. “Papai, your friend flirts with disaster.” Cristiano’s son! “You two act like he’s dangerous. Maybe we shouldn’t invite him to the wedding.” Odder still, the queen’s Yankee English was likely her native tongue. The sound of her voice assured Matteo he hadn’t entirely lost his mind. For an instant, he’d suspected his overlong solitude had sparked a hallucination. The soft compost layer of the jungle floor muffled her nearing footsteps. Compelled to lay eyes on the female, he used a lifetime of hunting experience to glide through the leaf-covered branches. He aimed for a lone rubber tree where his auburn rosettes and tawny hide would fade into the two-tone ochre bark. Careful not to disturb the foliage, he peered down between green leaves. “He’s Papai’s oldest friend and—I suspect—very lethal.” Jaime added the last with a warning tone, scanning overhead with a predator’s eyes. The younger shifter had Cristiano’s features and jet hair. If not for the scar from his ear to his jawline, and Cristiano’s gray streaks, Matteo might have mistaken the two. The graying version of his friend restrained the young doppelganger by the arm. In a protective motion, Jaime pulled an attractive, fair-skinned girl to him and stepped in front of her. Matteo indulged in a draught of the queen’s floral scent and then snorted to clear the male’s distasteful mark. Jaime’s her mate! Somehow, an unknown line had produced a female. A tsunami of aggression, a primal drive Matteo had never experienced, overtook the last of his will. The glands at the base of his whiskers throbbed, demanding release. He had no doubt he could best the younger shifter. After he won the challenge, he’d smother the queen with his scent, eradicating all trace of the cub from her body. Meu Dios! Furious with his friend for testing him so, Matteo snarled at his murderous jaguar thoughts. He didn’t even know this Kelsi, yet he couldn’t dredge up the will to turn away from the queen. Cristiano’s attempts to entice Matteo back into society had dwindled over the years. This time, however, he had gambled poorly. Too many seasons in cat form. Helpless against nature’s gale force, Matteo prayed Cristiano could save his son. He stepped from cover, and fixing a predatory glare on Jaime, he roared a challenge. Even the insects fell silent. The big male charged forward with a dark glower. Cristiano looked up at Matteo, his mouth a firm line. “Come to us. Now.” Matteo dropped from the three-story-high branch and sailed effortlessly to the jungle floor, landing in a crouch. With eyes locked on his adversary, he stalked low to the ground, set on attack. Dark light shimmered across Jaime’s exposed skin, signaling his impending shift. Scowling at Matteo, he tossed his shirt and pants next to a clump of ferns. “You’ll never have her.” Cristiano, face drawn tight with rage, hurtled to block Matteo from his prey. “You’d challenge your own godson for his mate? Kill my son? Shift now, or die as feral.” Matteo snarled in anguish, praying Cristiano could make good on his threat. Kelsi’s green gaze darted from him to Jaime. She lunged at Cristiano to tug at his arm. “Just leave him.” He pushed her back, keeping his focus on Matteo. “Not possible. If his humanity’s lost, he could mate with a natural jaguar.” “As in sire a litter?” The female grimaced in plain disgust, turning an appalled expression on him. “This is who you thought my sister should meet?” “A selfish misjudgment. I wanted my best friend at my son’s wedding.” Cristiano’s amber eyes shone with tears. “Instead, I’m his executioner.” Sister! Where had the females come from? The last known living queen was Cristiano’s mate, Maria. The thought of females in the world overpowered any concern Matteo had for his own life. “Kelsi, you know genetic diversity is crucial.” Though Jaime spoke quietly in her ear, Matteo’s sensitive hearing picked up his words, as though he’d spoken aloud. “No.” She turned tear-filled eyes to her mate. “Invite someone else, please.” Pinning his ears back, Matteo snarled in misery and lowered to his belly. He wanted to shift, to stifle his cat, and turn from killing the men before him--his only family. Matteo’s life meant nothing. If he killed Cristiano and Jaime to steal a mated female, his life would mean even less. Social Media links: Bookbub www.majewell.com Buy links Amazon: https://amzn.to/2I0prQF Evernight Publishing: https://www.evernightpublishing.com/jungle-salvation-by-m-a-jewell/ Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1130750467?ean=2940155999096 Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/926141
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Destined by Dragonblood Blood Born Series 2 Publisher: Evernight Publishing Release Date: April 11, 2019 *WARNING: This title contains explicit sexual scenes, BDSM, and anal sex. Dolyn Kemmerly has found his destined mates. Unfortunately, they are more human than dragonblood. While his inner beast longs for them, his male stubbornness insists there are mates more worthy of his royal bloodline. Due to Ashley O’Connor’s traumatic past, only the painful slap of a Dom’s toys can help her find release. A celibate sub, she’s never ached for a man’s tender touch—until a mysterious stranger follows her into her Master's club. When Ashley lifts one of her hard limits, Giovanni DiLoreto, her sex-therapist recommended Dom, is finally allowed to touch the flesh he’s been lusting to caress. Doing so, however, earns him a bloody nose by a hot-as-fuck stranger. Master Vanni has never touched a dick in pleasure, but the sudden desire to dominate the newcomer—while Ashley watches—consumes him. Dolyn’s ancestors might accept Vanni for the heart of the dragon inside him, but it will take Dolyn’s complete submission to his alpha to help Ashley heal and unlock the destiny awaiting them all. PURCHASE LINKS: Evernight Publishing: https://www.evernightpublishing.com/destined-by-dragonblood-by-lynn-burke/ Amazon Universal: http://mybook.to/BloodBorn2 B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1131128665 Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/destined-by-dragonblood iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/destined-by-dragonblood/id1458681516? Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/932157 EXCERPT: Cloaking myself and following Ashley into the nondescript door at the end of the hallway came easy. Slipping through what appeared to a main entrance rather than a locker room of sorts she had entered proved a bit more difficult as a receptionist’s desk and bouncer flanked the double doors. I glanced around the reception area, fully present, yet visually, nothing more than a bend of light to the two in the room with me. Gray walls. Glass desk. Abstract art on the walls and two other doors besides the one Ashley had disappeared through—boring and not giving me a hint of what lay beyond. I eyed one of the chairs along the wall to my left and considered waiting until Ashley returned. The double doors opened, however, releasing a flood of sensual delights mere humans wouldn’t catch. Heat, aroused murmuring, and sex. My dragon hummed his delight, but I frowned and raced forward, slipping through the opened door as the patron of whatever the place was bade the receptionist a good evening. A holding room with another set of double doors that couldn’t muffle or contain the patrons’ arousal. Still nothing more than a flicker in a person’s peripheral vision, I pushed one of the doors open enough to slip through. I stepped over a threshold leading to a sinner’s delight. Musk, sweetness, and the scent of anxious perspiration swept over me. Humans … dozens of them in all sorts of dress and lack thereof mingled in the huge lounge area. Dim lights. Low music. Leather seating and a bar lay on my left, a dais beyond held a St. Andrew’s Cross with a woman moaning beneath a Dom’s ministrations. Chains clanked from a man strung to the ceiling directly on my right. Groans rose from two men getting their cocks sucked by kneeling submissives as they lounged by the bar on my left. My gaze returned to the cross and the woman strapped to it. How many times had I allowed Elijah to do the same to me? How many times had he forced me to climax before shoving his cock so far up my ass I lost my breath? My dick swelled in my jeans, but it wasn’t the actions of the Dom that turned me on. It was the thought of being on the receiving end of his flogger—the one receiving the type of pleasure found in pain. Please. My dragon’s whimper to play hit me hard, the fact I wanted to be the one submitting rather than dominating even harder. “Alpha,” I muttered aloud, reminding us both of our dominance as a blood born dragon from the royal line. I’d caught a hint of Ashley’s scent while following her down the hallway into the sex club, but the overwhelming perfumes of human and sex masked her—if she’d even made her way into the lounge area. My female … found delight in a sex club. I couldn’t have asked for more. Couldn’t have been more pleased—so why didn’t my inner dragon hiss his desire to tie her up? Stripe her ass in the way Elijah had mine countless times? Why did I want to pleasure her with gentleness—loving tenderness? A fierce frown dented my brow as I licked my lips, hoping for a taste of Ashley’s sweetness in the air. Cries of ecstasy jerked my head to the left … the lounge’s far corner. A dark-haired man fingered a woman through her climax, her cum slipping around his hand, dripping to the floor. Her scent slammed into me with a wave, and my dragon growled a rumble deep in my chest to taste. To claim. My female. Pale, shapely legs led to her rounded ass the man now caressed, and my need to taste leaped to fierce protectiveness in a single heartbeat. No longer cloaked, I strode across the room, darkness seizing my mind, my self-control, something that hadn’t happened in over a hundred years. He’s touching her. Mine. My dragon hellbent on ripping the man’s arms from his torso, I stalked forward, eating up the distance between us in a matter of seconds, my claws shimmering in and out of sight. The width of his shoulders came close to mine, but the breadth of his chest didn’t compare. An easy to defeat opponent, my dragon shrieked, clawing at my brain as I pulled all attempts to shift deep inside me where he couldn’t explode into a mass of muscle, sinew, and scales. I grabbed the man’s shoulder and spun him toward me, my other fist shooting out, connecting with his nose before he had a chance to blink. Green eyes. Brilliant like spring grass-- My dragon shrieked again as he grabbed hold of my upper arms to keep from falling. Electrical charges raced up through my chest, catching my breath as we stared into each other’s eyes. Mate. Dick immediately swollen—leaking at his touch—I hesitated a mere blink, my desire to drop to my knees and worship him shattering all I had hoped for my future. His punch landed on my side with enough pain my stubbornness rose with a flap of dragon wings, and growling with the need to kill, the need to fuck, goddamn need—I clocked him on the side of the side of the head. He held tight to me, yanking me down as he fell like a bag of bricks, stunned but not knocked out. I landed on top of him with a groan, my aching dick pressed against his, a wave of desire slamming into me. “Fuck. Me,” I gasped the words, blinking once more. A cocky grin wobbled his lips, and he shifted his hips beneath me, pressing his own hard-on against mine. “I’m usually the one in charge, but that’s one command I would love to obey.” His low voice slithered over my skin, waking goosebumps in its path, like a physical caress, and I froze. My mate, my beta … a goddamn, fucking Dom. © Lynn Burke 2018
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ABOUT LYNN BURKE: Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life. Website:https://www.authorlynnburke.com/ Blog:http://authorlynnburke.blogspot.com/ Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/Author-Lynn-Burke-555282497937461/ Twitter:https://twitter.com/AuthorLynnBurke Instagram:https://www.instagram.com/authorlynnburke/ BookBub:https://www.bookbub.com/authors/lynn-burke #MCRomance #Erotic #Suspense #Series #HEA Gunner’s Flame Devil’s Outlaws 2 Publisher: Changeling Press World-WideRelease Date: April 5, 2019 Keywords: MC Romance, Contemporary, Erotic, Romantic Suspense, Veterans, PTSD, Alpha Biker, Military, SEAL, Series, HEA Will Gunner choose to stand with his loyal Outlaw brothers or will he choose the path that crosses them—and leads him right into her arms? Blurb: Mitch “Gunner” Flannigan rules the Devil’s Outlaws with a firm hand, one trained by his stint in the SEALs, yet tempered by empathy for other vets. When a curvy redhead in Army fatigues snags his attention—and puts him in the line of fire—he’s torn between wanting to bury himself between her lush thighs and helping to ease her return to American soil. The recent death of Shelby’s mother and her cousin’s terrorizing only adds to the PTSD hindering her return to civilian life. Flames ignite when she’s thrown into Gunner’s arms, where she also finds safety with someone who understands her struggles. Attempts on Gunner’s life threaten their future, but so do the secrets Shelby withholds from him. When those secrets come to light Gunner will have a decision to make. Will he choose to stand with his loyal Outlaw brothers or will he choose the path that crosses them—and leads him right into her arms? Warning: Contains adult content, graphic violence, and dark emotional scenarios that may trigger some readers. PURCHASE LINKS: Changeling Press - 15% sale:www.changelingpress.com/gunner-s-flame-devil-s-outlaws-mc-2-b-2851 Amazon Universal Link:http://mybook.to/GUNNERSFLAME B&N: www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1130959894 Kobo: www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/gunner-s-flame iTunes:itunes.apple.com/us/book/gunners-flame/id1457275424 PG EXCERPT: “You look like you could use some help,” I said, coming to stand in front of her. At six-foot-two, I towered over most women, but the flame-haired beauty didn’t have to crane her neck much to keep our gazes connected. Pale lashes, red at the tips, framed eyes blue as a summer sky, wide and a bit unfocused. Freckles covered her tanned skin, adding an innocent appearance that didn’t match her troubled eyes. “G—Got a smoke?” she whispered and swallowed, the pulse in her neck galloping. “Gave that sh** up a few years back.” My gaze lingered on her naked, plump lips. “You okay?” “Yeah.” Her attempted smile faltered, and she ran her palms down her thighs. “Trying to adjust to being a civilian again. Crowds like this…” “Been there.” Her gaze snapped up from my leather vest with its patches declaring who I was. “Army?” “Navy.” She rubbed her naked lips together, and I stared. “Did you see any action?” “Afghanistan.” I held up my hand. “Lost these two fingers, lost my ability to be a SEAL, and got an honorable discharge when my contract expired.” I glanced from one of her pale eyes to the other, trying to read the turmoil inside. “You?” She swallowed again and nodded, glancing around. I knew when not to pry. “I’m Gunner.” I held out my whole hand, and the touch of her soft grip raced a shot of lust straight to my groin. “Shelby.” Escaped tendrils of her hair blew over her freckled face in a breeze that held no hint of fall air. “Got a red ’66 Shelby in my garage at home.” A bit of life lightened her gaze. “My father might have had a thing for mustangs once upon a time.” “I like him already,” I said with a grin, finally releasing my hold on her hand. “He passed a few years ago.” My lips flat-lined, and I shoved my hands in my pockets as the desire to wrap her up in my arms and comfort her made me twitch. I was all about getting some, but the emotional connection? I sure as f*** wasn’t looking for that sh** since I had enough of my own to deal with. “Sorry for your loss.” “Thanks.” She glanced over her shoulder and wrapped her own arms around her midsection, needing that hug my body wanted to offer even if my brain didn’t. Deflated but not defeated for possibly hooking up with Shelby in the future, I angled my thoughts toward being her friend. I wasn’t a total douche, after all. “Do you have a support group? They’re great for helping vets like us transition back to civilian life.” “No. I just got back home three weeks ago.” “There’s lots of groups—I can give you some names and numbers.” I wanted to offer my own, but bit my tongue. “I have crowd issues.” Her voice small, gaze flitting—she was similar to many such souls returning from war. “I only came down here to meet my cousin. Otherwise?” She shook her head with a huffed, faked laugh. “A therapist, then?” She shrugged and glanced over her shoulder as a loud truck rumbled past. “It’s safe here,” I said, a part of me softening in ways I’d almost thought long gone from my personality since returning home and joining the Devil’s Outlaws. “Middle of D.C., people here who’ve gone through what you have, myself included, there’s nothing to be—” Pop! Pop! Pop! Instinctively, I grabbed Shelby and threw her to the ground behind the closest cement bench, crowding against her curled up form as burst shots sounded close by. © Lynn Burke 2018 ADULT EXCERPT: Appropriate or not, I rifled through Shelby’s bureau, pulling out comfortable-looking clothing rather than the sexy underthings I’d have loved to see on her body. The second she’d stripped down to a mere t-shirt, nipples pebbled from the cold air of the house, my dick had decided to fuck with the goddamn situation and enjoy the sights. And her ass beneath those damn fatigues? Shit. Even better than I’d imagined. I adjusted myself, teeth clenched, and made my way back across the hallway to the closed bathroom door. My soft knock went unanswered, and I opened the door enough to speak though. A blast of that herbal scent from her shampoo tightened my dick to the point of pain. “I got you some clothes,” I said, slipping them onto the sink beside the door, keeping my gaze averted from the shower directly ahead. “Thanks.” Her voice broke. “You okay?” How many times had I asked her that, knowing she’d say yes even though she wasn’t? I wasn’t usually one for a loss of words. “Shelby?” “Y—Yeah.” She sniffled a bit, and the shower shut off. I forced myself to step back into the hall and quietly closed the door in front of me. Shelby had to be in shock—I wouldn’t put it past her to climb out of the shower without a thought of her nudity while I stood in the doorway. Dick aching, hands clenched at my sides, I told myself she needed a friend, nothing more. Sitting on the edge of her bed to wait for her didn’t lessen the tight confines of my leathers. A bookshelf on the far wall held old paperbacks, pictures, and knickknacks, and even an old gray stuffed bunny that looked well-worn and well-loved. I wondered at her life before that day, her childhood, what happy moments she’d tucked away in her memory. I wondered, too, at the life ahead of her and how she would cope with becoming a civilian again—alone, without family except for a cousin she wasn’t close with, and without the brotherhood-type club that had helped me. While I expected she wouldn’t be able to handle group therapy, I knew of two therapists who would fit her in if asked. Talking her into it would be another matter altogether since most returning vets didn’t want to be seen as being weak—even though seeking help wasn’t in my book. With a shitty family—old, drunk dad, deceased mom, younger sister addicted to pain killers—I’d been thankful to find someone who helped me unload. I’d had a few girlfriends here and there, but none of them had understood my need for the Navy and the Outlaws after getting out. I needed that companionship, that brotherhood that gave my life meaning after struggling to adapt to home again. Shelby’s arrival in the bedroom’s doorway prickled my skin with awareness and wiped all thoughts but her from my head. Waves of damp red hair hung to her waist. She’d gone without the bra I’d included in the pile of clothes, and the tight t-shirt revealed every goddamn curve of her plump tits, including her tightened nipples. I clenched my teeth and tore my gaze off her before my eyes could eat up her long legs encased in dark leggings and wonder at the color of hair hiding her pussy. “Come over here,” I said, pulling back her comforter and angling my body away from hers to hide my straining erection. She obeyed without a word, curling on her side to face me, hands folded beneath her cheek. Light blue eyes fringed with equally pale lashes with a hint of red at their tips, peered up at me as I slouched to a crouch beside her bed. My hand moved on its own to smooth strands of her hair away from her face, and she sighed, her eyelids fluttering shut beneath my touch, her freckles stark against her pale skin. “Will you stay while I sleep?” “If you want me to.” “Yes. Beside me, please.” Her brow furrowed. “I—I can’t be alone right now.” Knowing there was no way in fuck I could crawl under the covers and hold her close, I laid down on top of her comforter behind her after texting Brewer to let him know I wouldn’t be returning to the compound that night. Shelby turned and tucked herself into me the best she could considering the blankets between us and let out another sigh. “Thank you for saving my life and bringing me home.” “Thank you for allowing me to be your knight in shining armor.” A huff of light laughter escaped her, and my lips responded. I pulled her closer, settling her cheek on my chest and rubbed my fingertips against her scalp. “Promise you’ll be here when I wake?” she murmured, her voice fading. “Promise, sweet thing. Close your eyes and sleep. I’ll keep you safe.” © Lynn Burke 2018 ABOUT LYNN BURKE: Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life. Website:https://www.authorlynnburke.com/ Blog:http://authorlynnburke.blogspot.com/ Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/Author-Lynn-Burke-555282497937461/ Twitter:https://twitter.com/AuthorLynnBurke Instagram:https://www.instagram.com/authorlynnburke/ BookBub:https://www.bookbub.com/authors/lynn-burke
Keywords: MC Romance, May/December, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Suspense, Series, HEA
When a barely-legal blonde with a lithe, young body shows up at the Devil’s Outlaw MC strip joint to audition as a dancer, Ian “Bowie” Davies wants nothing more than to burrow between her long legs and claim her. She's too young for his dominant side though, too innocent for the sharp edges of his darker desires. And way too hot to let another man touch her -- a thought that has his hands itching to use his signature knives against any bastard who messes with his angel. Hannah Harris ran away from home at age eighteen, desperate to escape the prison of her strict parents. Determined to delight in the sins her father preaches against, she puts her ballet talents to work, using a stripper pole to make a living. Dancing for Bowie and his blade has her panting to explore some of the “firsts” she planned to save for her future husband. But when Bowie and his brothers attempt extortion beyond her parent’s ten-thousand dollar reward for Hannah's safe return, she's left with a difficult choice. Offer up the evidence to put the notorious biker gang behind bars, or protect Bowie and chalk the shit-show up as a lesson learned and begin her independent life anew -- without the lying bastard who owns her heart. Can Bowie cut through the blindfold of lies on Hannah’s eyes and surrender the truth in his heart to win her back? *Warning: Spanking, anal sex, knife play
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Too motherfucking young, but it was no wonder she’d gotten past Brewer. Mile-long legs, sexy-as-fuck flared hips, pert little breasts, all wrapped in leather that screamed sex but didn’t match what her pale green eyes revealed. The young woman who had sauntered into my office like she had every intention of dropping to her knees if I told her to disappeared the second I’d crowded close. Close enough to drop her focus to my chest. Close enough her heartbeat thrummed beneath my thumb. Close enough I could feel the purity of her soul as though her body’s energy rippled across the inches separating us. An inexperienced submissive for sure, and she had my dominant nature kicking and screaming for release -- along with my dick strangling in my jeans. Fuck, yes. “Look at me.” Her eyelids snapped up, those pale eyes letting me see right into the depths of her. “How old are you?” I asked, my smile long fucking gone. “Twenty-one,” she whispered. “Liar.” She gulped again, but held my gaze. “Name?” “H-Hannah.” She swallowed again as I smoothed my thumb up and down over her thumping artery. “Hannah Morris.” “Hannah. A pure-as-fuck name for a pure-as-fuck little girl who should be with her mommy and daddy rather than in the devil’s playground,” I murmured, and she straightened, tensing beneath my hold. “I am not a little girl.” Fire shot from her narrowed eyes as she all but spit the words at me. I pressed flush against her body, grinding my dick against her hip. “Sassy. I like a little backbone in my women.” She gasped, her eyes going wide. “Get off me.” To the point words, but nothing other than desire laced her voice. She made no move to escape either, her hands grasping at my shirt as though hanging on for the ride of her life. “Twenty-one, hmm? Got proof of that?” She shook her head, and I leaned in closer, my lips a breath from hers, so fucking ready to give her that ride. “So you came in here thinking you could get a job baring your tight body and fucking that pole up on stage without an ID.” “Yes,” she whispered even though I hadn’t asked a question, her sweet breath jerking my dick in its prison. “Gonna cost you.” “Wh-what?” “Not sure yet.” My lips brushed hers like a feather, far from a kiss, and she moaned. “A kiss?” I suggested. She swallowed, no longer tense but trembling. “Mmm, I think so,” I murmured when she didn’t answer, lust and satisfaction simmering throughout my body. “But where?” I pulled back, and her eyelids fluttered open, her pupils dominating the green of her eyes. “Here?” I asked, smoothing my thumb over her plump, glossed lips. “Here?” I brushed my knuckles down over the swell of her right tit, my dick jerking again at the hardness of her nipple beneath my grazing caress. “Or…” I worked my hand between our bodies, down over the front of her leather skirt until I caressed the smooth, warm skin above her knee. “Here?” I slid my palm up the inside of her thigh. Another shudder rippled through her, and she fisted her hands in my shirt. I rubbed my thumb in circles just shy of her pussy, need like I’d never known taking me to the edge of my self-control, a self-control I prided myself on. “What’s it going to be, Hannah?” Ragged and low, my voice sent a shiver over her body. “M-my lips.” I took her mouth in a bruising kiss, tightening my hold on her neck, tilting her head and thrusting my tongue between her lips that tasted of strawberries and cream. Not just innocent, but fucking untried in every way -- she didn’t have a clue what to do with her tongue, so I showed her, sliding alongside hers, tasting, taking until she got the hang of sucking face. She whimpered, and beyond giving a fuck how old the little temptress was, I cupped her pussy. Hot and soaked. Fuck. She tore her mouth from mine and whimpered. I licked the sweet taste of her gloss from my lips and pressed the heel of my hand against her clit. “Oh!” Lower lip between her teeth, she clenched her eyes shut, her brow furrowing as she bucked beneath my touch. “You like my hand on you.” She whimpered and ground against me even though she shook her head. “You’ll like my tongue even more.” I dropped to my knees and shoved her skirt up around her tiny waist. Pink lacy panties -- so fucking virginal, I groaned. Goose bumps pebbled her legs, and I lifted my gaze, sliding a finger along the edge of her panties and pushing them aside while grasping her ass cheek with my other hand. Hannah still had her lower lip between her teeth, eyes clenched shut, hands fisted at her sides. “Look at me.” Like a good little girl, she obeyed, and I held her gaze, flicking my tongue out. Sweeter than any fucking cotton candy I’d licked before. Addictive honey… © Lynn Burke 2018
ABOUT LYNN BURKE:
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.
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Blog:http://authorlynnburke.blogspot.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Author-Lynn-Burke-555282497937461/ Twitter:https://twitter.com/AuthorLynnBurke Instagram:https://www.instagram.com/authorlynnburke/ BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/lynn-burke Excerpt: Shades of Sepia
“What do you think you’re doing, Tasha?” Those slowly whispered words seemed innocent enough, but she knew there was a hint of anger in them. “Dancing,” she returned. “What are you doing, Marcus?” “Trying to keep you from making a mistake you’d regret.” He held her tightly to his chest, never halting their movements. And just as her hands came to rest atop his, Marcus spun her around, causing her chest to plaster against his front. Tasha swallowed a gasp as he bent his face close to hers and said, “You’re not ready for what those two have to offer.” She struggled fruitlessly against his strong hold, her temper flaring as her teeth ground together. “What the hell would you know about what I am or am not ready for? You lost your chance to find out.” “Is that so?” Menacing didn’t even begin to describe the tone his voice held as his eyes challenged. “That is so,” Tasha replied, lifting her chin, her gaze never leaving his. Something dark flashed between them, and she wondered where her sanity must’ve gone when she gave him a seductive smile. Now who’s challenging? In a split second, Marcus crushed his lips to hers, his tongue demanding entry. Tasha opened on a whimper, surprised at the intensity of this assault on her mouth. There was no escaping as he pressed firmly to her back with one hand, the other reaching for her ass, squeezing none too gently. But Tasha didn’t want to escape, she wanted more. Rising on the toes of her shoes, she matched his raw passion, suddenly ravenous for the man as she feasted on his rich mouth that hinted of cinnamon. Pressing into him, she clawed at his t-shirt, wishing she had his skin beneath her hands. Tasha took the excitement building from their earlier encounter and let it fuel her, let it propel her to something she knew would be glorious with this man. She managed to remove her hands from between their bodies so she could clutch his head, letting him know not to move his mouth from what it was currently doing. Marcus growled as he continued to plunder, both hands pawing her ass and grinding their bodies together. There was no doubt his body was aroused, but he pulled away abruptly, staring at her with uncertainty. “Tasha,” he rasped, “we’re playing with fire.” “Do you want me or not, Marcus?” She practically panted while she massaged the tense muscles in his neck. “Do you really need to ask?” He pressed into her, the heat of his straining erection radiating through the barrier of their clothes. “Then why don’t we do something about it?” She gently pulled his mouth to hers, kissing him sweetly now. As much as she loved the fierce and wild, she wanted a slow burn, a lasting fire with a few explosions now and then. Okay, maybe more than just a few. And it seemed Marcus did as well as his hands gently cradled her face while he returned her kisses with such tenderness she wondered if this was the same man who had nearly come undone just moments ago. He pulled away and stared, his eyes softening, questioning. Then he said, “Let me take you home.” BIO: Laura M. Baird Wife, mother, former U. S. Army sergeant, and dental hygienist, I can now add published author to the list. I’m slowly transitioning out of hygiene, hoping to make writing a full-time endeavor. After writing for many years, my publishing dreams came true (at the age of 50!) in August of 2017. Since then, I’ve had the fortune to work with four publishers, connect with fantastic people, and am constantly learning on my journey. A voracious reader myself, I strive to write stories I can be proud of and enjoyed by many; ones that are not only sexy and fun, but thoughtful as well. I grew up on the East Coast and now reside on the West Coast, having lived in Florida, Georgia, South Carolina, Massachusetts, Idaho, and Washington State. Hubby and I hope to fill our passports with stamps from many destinations, Scotland and Fiji being at the top of the list. We’ve raised two sons who make us proud. And when not writing, I’m reading, doing house projects, and simply enjoying time with hubby. My links: Website: https://www.laurambairdauthor.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LauraMBairdauthor/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/LauraMBaird Amazon page: https://tinyurl.com/y98u9mva Goodreads: https://tinyurl.com/y7o6a3v6 Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/LauraMBaird Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/profile/laura-m-baird YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCZv584LXPIXBBzK-ERaCtaQ?view_as=subscriber Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/laurambaird itunes/Apple: https://tinyurl.com/y8qsqa54 RestlessBy Michelle Bellon#Romance #Contemporary #NA #HEABLURBYou grow up. You get married. You have a family. That’s what Malea Winters believes she’s supposed to do. So why is it every time she comes close to finding that happily ever after, she runs? When she meets Garrett Taylor, she warns him that she’s not the marrying type. History has shown that long-term relationships are not her forte. She has a tendency to leave when things get too serious; the direct result of being raised by an emotionally detached mother and a stepdad with philandering ways. So, she swears off men and surrounds herself with her best friends; three quirky, funny women who are facing their own challenges. But Garrett is everything she’s ever looked for; charming, successful, fun, and sexy. Despite her better judgement, his persistence pays off and she finds herself falling for him. Learning how to love and be loved will be the hardest lesson she’s ever faced. The question is, will her relationships survive that lesson?Purchase Linkswww.books2read.com/RestlessMB www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07NLLY3V5 https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/restless/id1452893811 www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1123602787?ean=2940155977124 https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/restless-40 www.smashwords.com/books/view/922878EXCERPTPROLOGUE I’m running down a dirt road, sweating, panicked. I know I’m dreaming but I’m not sure what I’m running from. All I know is that I’m terrified. My throat is parched so I stop, gulping for air. The landscape around me is dry and desolate. I’m alone. What am I running from? Someone shouts my name. “Malea!” I turn but no one is there. A breeze picks up and something flitters against my cheek. I reach up and grasp it between my fingers and thumb. The thin roughness reminds me of lace. I realize what it is and my breath hitches. White. Lace. A wedding veil. What? I begin to take inventory. When I look down, I see that I’m wearing my favorite blue jeans. No dress? There is weight on my back. I reach around and pull off my well-worn, seen-many-adventures backpack. It dawns on me. I’m running again. “Argh!” I bolt upright from the dream. I’m in my bed. My heart is racing and all I can think is that I’m so glad it’s just a dream. But the reality is almost as bad. The fact is that I do run. All the time. I don’t know how to stop. Frustrated, I throw the blanket aside and walk to the window, grateful for the cool air on my flushed skin. Why? I wonder. Why can’t I feel love? I mean, in the sense that I personally can experience the emotion, I feel it; the rush of overwhelming joy that comes when I feel my heart surge with love. But those are my own personal feelings, born within, flooding out into the universe. What I can’t feel is the love that others have toward me. We are taught in science classes, for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction, a yin and yang. If this were true, then I should be able to feel the force of love that vibrates out of another being to me and for me. It should be just as knee-buckling, just as throat-constricting, just as alive as the love which emanates from me to them. I SHOULD FEEL IT! But it isn’t. And I don’t. The dream reminds me of that shameful lacking feeling that has lived inside of me most of my life. It reminds me of the mistakes of my past and fills me with doubt. It could not have come on a worst night. Tomorrow is my wedding day. Suddenly cold, I turn and crawl back under the covers. The pit in my stomach gapes wide open. Taking shallow breaths, I ask myself—what does it mean to be unable to feel love? I close my eyes tight against memories and regret. I’ve spent a great deal of my life searching, manifesting, and reaching, reaching, reaching for experiences that would lead me toward that moment when I might truly feel the caress of another’s love. Ironically, I often haven’t felt anything resembling love during that search. I’ve felt hurt, lonely, sexy, frantic, desired, broken, high, desperate, restless, searching, searching, searching. But love from another? No. Never love. It’s not that I haven’t been loved. I have. Garrett, my fiancé, professes his love all the time. And I believe him. I just wish I could feel it. Maybe then, the restlessness would ease and I wouldn’t feel the need to run away.About the AuthorMichelle Bellon lives in the Pacific Northwest with her four quirky and beautiful children. She loves coffee, Superman, rollercoasters, and has an addiction to chapstick. She works as a registered nurse and in her spare time writes novels. As a multi-genre author, she has written in the categories of romance suspense, young adult, women’s fiction, and literary fiction. She has won four literary awards.Social links:http://www.michellebellon.com/ https://www.facebook.com/michelle.authorpage https://www.facebook.com/pages/Michelle-Bellon-Author/544448685599147?ref=hl https://twitter.com/MichelleBellon https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B004TZ0CUK https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4742393.Michelle_Bellon https://plus.google.com/u/0/105101655597839729577RestlessBy Michelle Bellon#Romance #Contemporary #NA #HEABLURBYou grow up. You get married. You have a family. That’s what Malea Winters believes she’s supposed to do. So why is it every time she comes close to finding that happily ever after, she runs? When she meets Garrett Taylor, she warns him that she’s not the marrying type. History has shown that long-term relationships are not her forte. She has a tendency to leave when things get too serious; the direct result of being raised by an emotionally detached mother and a stepdad with philandering ways. So, she swears off men and surrounds herself with her best friends; three quirky, funny women who are facing their own challenges. But Garrett is everything she’s ever looked for; charming, successful, fun, and sexy. Despite her better judgement, his persistence pays off and she finds herself falling for him. Learning how to love and be loved will be the hardest lesson she’s ever faced. The question is, will her relationships survive that lesson?Purchase Linkswww.books2read.com/RestlessMB www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07NLLY3V5 https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/restless/id1452893811 www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1123602787?ean=2940155977124 https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/restless-40 www.smashwords.com/books/view/922878EXCERPTPROLOGUE I’m running down a dirt road, sweating, panicked. I know I’m dreaming but I’m not sure what I’m running from. All I know is that I’m terrified. My throat is parched so I stop, gulping for air. The landscape around me is dry and desolate. I’m alone. What am I running from? Someone shouts my name. “Malea!” I turn but no one is there. A breeze picks up and something flitters against my cheek. I reach up and grasp it between my fingers and thumb. The thin roughness reminds me of lace. I realize what it is and my breath hitches. White. Lace. A wedding veil. What? I begin to take inventory. When I look down, I see that I’m wearing my favorite blue jeans. No dress? There is weight on my back. I reach around and pull off my well-worn, seen-many-adventures backpack. It dawns on me. I’m running again. “Argh!” I bolt upright from the dream. I’m in my bed. My heart is racing and all I can think is that I’m so glad it’s just a dream. But the reality is almost as bad. The fact is that I do run. All the time. I don’t know how to stop. Frustrated, I throw the blanket aside and walk to the window, grateful for the cool air on my flushed skin. Why? I wonder. Why can’t I feel love? I mean, in the sense that I personally can experience the emotion, I feel it; the rush of overwhelming joy that comes when I feel my heart surge with love. But those are my own personal feelings, born within, flooding out into the universe. What I can’t feel is the love that others have toward me. We are taught in science classes, for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction, a yin and yang. If this were true, then I should be able to feel the force of love that vibrates out of another being to me and for me. It should be just as knee-buckling, just as throat-constricting, just as alive as the love which emanates from me to them. I SHOULD FEEL IT! But it isn’t. And I don’t. The dream reminds me of that shameful lacking feeling that has lived inside of me most of my life. It reminds me of the mistakes of my past and fills me with doubt. It could not have come on a worst night. Tomorrow is my wedding day. Suddenly cold, I turn and crawl back under the covers. The pit in my stomach gapes wide open. Taking shallow breaths, I ask myself—what does it mean to be unable to feel love? I close my eyes tight against memories and regret. I’ve spent a great deal of my life searching, manifesting, and reaching, reaching, reaching for experiences that would lead me toward that moment when I might truly feel the caress of another’s love. Ironically, I often haven’t felt anything resembling love during that search. I’ve felt hurt, lonely, sexy, frantic, desired, broken, high, desperate, restless, searching, searching, searching. But love from another? No. Never love. It’s not that I haven’t been loved. I have. Garrett, my fiancé, professes his love all the time. And I believe him. I just wish I could feel it. Maybe then, the restlessness would ease and I wouldn’t feel the need to run away.About the AuthorMichelle Bellon lives in the Pacific Northwest with her four quirky and beautiful children. She loves coffee, Superman, rollercoasters, and has an addiction to chapstick. She works as a registered nurse and in her spare time writes novels. As a multi-genre author, she has written in the categories of romance suspense, young adult, women’s fiction, and literary fiction. She has won four literary awards.Social links:http://www.michellebellon.com/ https://www.facebook.com/michelle.authorpage https://www.facebook.com/pages/Michelle-Bellon-Author/544448685599147?ref=hl https://twitter.com/MichelleBellon https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B004TZ0CUK https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4742393.Michelle_Bellon https://plus.google.com/u/0/105101655597839729577Pleasure, Passion, Pain Wordpress HTML Code for release blitz
Title: Passion, Pleasure, Pain: An anthology of Dominance and submission Release Date: February 14, 2019 Cover Art: Lesli Richardson Editors: Sandy Ebel from Personal Touch Editing, Ekatarina Sayanova from Red Quilled Editing LLC, Tracy Damron-Roelle Keywords: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Dominance Submission D/s, MF, MM, Gay, Historical, Voyeurism, Spanking, Apparatus, Bondage, Interracial, Older hero/heroine, Transgender, Futanari, May/December, Addiction, Dark, MMF, Political romance, Political fiction, Governor Trilogy, Ménage, Shifters, Hotshot, Fire Fighter, Wildfire, Friends to Lovers In each other they found the piece of themselves they hadn't even realized was missing. This D/s anthology was put together by writers who hold author, Doris O'Connor, near and dear to their hearts because the genre is one that was near and dear to Doris as an author. #F*ckCancer #WeLoveDoris Purchase Links: Universal Book Link (UBL):https://books2read.com/dorisanthology Smashwords:https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/919332 Kobo:https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/passion-pleasure-pain Nook:https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/passion-pleasure-pain-various-authors/1130339407 iTunes:https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/passion-pleasure-pain/id1450314063 Amazon (US):https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07N5CGNQL/ Amazon (UK):http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07N5CGNQL/ Amazon (CA):http://www.amazon.ca/dp/B07N5CGNQL/ Amazon (AU):http://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B07N5CGNQL/ Amazon (NL):http://www.amazon.nl/dp/B07N5CGNQL/ Amazon (DE):http://www.amazon.de/dp/B07N5CGNQL/ Amazon (MX):http://www.amazon.com.mx/dp/B07N5CGNQL/ Amazon (BR):http://www.amazon.com.br/dp/B07N5CGNQL/ Amazon (ES):http://www.amazon.es/dp/B07N5CGNQL/ Amazon (FR):http://www.amazon.fr/dp/B07N5CGNQL/ Amazon (IT):http://www.amazon.it/dp/B07N5CGNQL/ Amazon (JP):http://www.amazon.co.jp/dp/B07N5CGNQL/ Amazon (IN):http://www.amazon.in/dp/B07N5CGNQL/ Titles, blurbs, & author links: You Belong to Me byLynn Burke Alabaster by Kastil Eavenshade Risqué by London Saint James Back on Top – A Wylde Shore Novella by Jan Graham Hell’s Mercy by Katherine Wyvern Deb by Name, Sub by Nature by Raven McAllan Once Upon a Time by Erin M. Leaf Shade Addiction byLea Bronsen Yes, Governor by Lesli Richardson Entwined by Elyzabeth M. Valey Burn by DC Stone Claimed by the Stranger by R. Brennan You Belong to Me byLynn Burke My entire life is one bold-faced, fucking lie. Son of Victor Laurent and sole heir to the entire Laurent fortune built up from a few great grandfathers back in the Civil War times, I’ve been raised—groomed—to be the perfect Southern gentleman. Proper and full of self-control, a man who can keep hold on the vices that help me live my daily life of pure, fucking drudgery. I know what it means to be controlling not just of myself but of the woman who will one day kneel at my feet. The one who belongs to me, however, is promised to another—and claiming what is mine could cost me everything. Author Bio: Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life. Author Links: Website:https://www.authorlynnburke.com/ Blog:http://authorlynnburke.blogspot.com/ Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/Author-Lynn-Burke-555282497937461/ Twitter:https://twitter.com/AuthorLynnBurke Instagram:https://www.instagram.com/authorlynnburke/ Tumblr:https://www.tumblr.com/blog/authorlynnburke BookBub:https://www.bookbub.com/authors/lynn-burke Alabaster by Kastil Eavenshade Alixandre Chastain enjoys the darker side of Paris. A Libertine by trade, no flesh is barred from his roaming hands, no matter what lay betwixt their legs. Except when news of his lustful ways reaches his God-fearing parents, they strip him of title and cast him out. Alixandre’s now adrift and with an uncertain future, but an interesting proposition by Comte Phelipe Richelien promises to replace everything he lost with a new world of decadent pleasure like no other. But can Alixandre submit to his new Master? And will his guarded heart be laid bare by one spoken word—Alabaster. Author Bio: Kastil Eavenshade is multi-published author pandering her romantic shenanigans. When not catering to the whims of three rescued kitties, she’s dreaming up her next heart-beating tale. No period in history–past, present, or future–is safe from the clutches of her muse. Her passions beyond writing are drawing, cooking, and watching Pittsburgh Penguins hockey. She credits her parents for her free spirit as they’ve always supported her in every aspect of her life. Without them, she wouldn’t be here. She finds pleasure in writing anything from fantasy to romance-which sometimes parallel each other. Author Links: https://kastil.wordpress.com/ Risqué by London Saint James Alex Camilla Maria Campanelli. I’d caught glimpses of the woman when she popped into my Manhattan gallery—there to collect a commission for the paintings we sold for her. So let’s just say I never expected the wet-dream version of Camilla to sashay into Indigo House, an exclusive member’s only club that catered to very specific clientele with extremely particular desires. Camilla The night I stepped out on my balcony, I hadn’t intended to be a voyeur though I ended up being one. And what shocked me even more than my uncharacteristic behavior? I’d actually been aroused watching two strangers get their kink on. But I wasn’t into D/s. I’d never even read those Fifty Shades books all my sisters went on and on about. So why was I affected? I needed some real, solid answers. And there was only one way to do that. Author Bio: London Saint James has lived in many places but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them. As an award-winning, international bestselling author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday. Author Links: Web:https://www.londonsaintjames.com Twitter:https://twitter.com/LSJRomance Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/LSJRomance/ Instagram:https://www.instagram.com/londonsaintjames/ BookBub:https://www.bookbub.com/authors/london-saint-james Goodreads:http://www.goodreads.com/LSJRomance Back on Top – A Wylde Shore Novella by Jan Graham Barry Reid never imagined becoming friends with three Doms and their subs would change his life so dramatically. When he settled into marriage and family life with his wife, Meg, he set aside his dominant tendencies, happy to lead a vanilla life. With Meg’s newfound interest in BDSM it’s up to Barry to connect with his inner Dom and figure out how they can make the lifestyle work for them—even if it’s only in the bedroom. Author Bio: Jan Graham is an author of Contemporary Romance and Romantic Suspense. Her stories contain erotic elements, with some including elements of BDSM. She has numerous published titles to her credit, with more to come once she overcomes her current bout of procrastination. Jan lives in Newcastle, Australia where she writes, reads, feeds her Netflix addiction and drinks coffee with friends. For those who enjoy labels and tags, as well as being an author, Jan is a submissive, an aunt, dyslexic, a lover of all things tempting and naughty (including chocolate), a participant in the BDSM community, a widow, an orphan, and sometimes a wild child. In short, she is generally a bit of an eccentric who lives her life slightly left of center. You can find out more about Jan and her work by visiting the following links. Author Links: Website:http://www.jangraham.com.au Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/JanGrahamAuthorpage/ Amazon:https://www.amazon.com/Jan-Graham/e/B0071Q0SA8/ Twitter:https://twitter.com/jan_graham Pinterest:https://www.pinterest.com.au/JanGrahamauthor/ BookBub:https://www.bookbub.com/profile/jan-graham Goodreads:https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/916928.Jan_Graham Hell’s Mercy by Katherine Wyvern Wealthy, charismatic, influential and damn near immortal, Lukan Løvensgård looks like natural Dom material, and in fact he has never, but never submitted to anyone in his long life. But among all the bizarre and fantastic people roaming the far planet of Cydonia, there is one who stole his old, cold heart. Her love comes at a price. Complete surrender. With her impressive presence and unusual equipment, Helenay is the hottest and trendiest professional Domme in Neu Venedig and she hardly has the time to top for pleasure these days. But she knows what her old friend Lukan needs, something he never suspected. Release from power. Author Bio: I have entered that age when looking at beautiful male models in their prime probably makes me a cougar, ahem. Almost all my heroines are short: that’s because I look at the world from hobbit level. Being so small I am three times more concentrated (read: obsessive) than anybody I know. I am exhaustingly creative in writing, arts, crafts... Sometimes my brain gets friction burns from hurtling at such speed from one universe to the next. I love animals, plants, and occasionally even people. Like Highlander I come from a lot of different places. I was born in Italy but lived here and there and consider myself simply and deeply European. I love Europe passionately, its antiquity, its diversity, its quirkiness. All my books are set in Europe, or alternate versions of it. I have been writing since I can remember. Author Links: Katherine’s Blog: https://katherinewyvern.blogspot.fr/ Katherine’s Website: http://meetingivory.wixsite.com/katherinewyvern Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/katherinewyvern Twitter: https://twitter.com/KatherineWyvern Or follow her on Instagram @katherinewyvern Deb by Name, Sub by Nature by Raven McAllan He can command his men… But can he command Deborah? Major Oliver Cantor, newly back from the continent, has always wanted Deborah. However she is an innocent. A lady who has no idea just what Oliver wants, needs and desired. Or does she? She knows he is dominant and wants someone to be his submissive. She also knows it should be her. Now all she has to do is persuade him of that fact. You’d think it would be easy, but… Author Bio: Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books. She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge. Her very understanding, and long-suffering DH, is used to his questions unanswered, the dust bunnies greeting him as he walks through the door, and rescuing burned offerings from the Aga. (And passing her a glass of wine as she types furiously.) Author Links: Website: http://www.ravenmcallan.com/ Blog: http://ravenmcallan.blogspot.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ravenkatyandkera Twitter: https://twitter.com/RavenMcAllan Once Upon a Time by Erin M. Leaf Charlie has never been in love because he’s never believed in happily ever after. He prides himself on being a good friend and a good Dom, and that’s always been enough for him, except lately nothing feels right. He doesn’t know if he’s having a mid-life crisis or what, but his best friend suddenly looks hot as hell, and nothing about that is normal. Ryan’s straight friend Charlie has always had his back: when he came out, when he got married, and when his husband died. He’d do anything for the guy he’s been secretly in love with forever. So when Charlie suddenly proposes a spanking scene under the guise of “relaxing” him, he almost runs the opposite direction. Except, what if this is his one chance to finally show Charlie what real love feels like? Author Bio: Erin M. Leaf is a romance novel devotee, the steamier the better, with a specialty in edgy erotic tension. Author Links: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/EdgyAuthorErin/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/erinmleaf Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/erin.m.leaf/ Amazon:https://www.amazon.com/Erin-M.-Leaf/e/B0042TXIYU/ Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4355929.Erin_M_Leaf Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/erin-m-leaf/ Shade Addiction byLea Bronsen Ex-boxer Mike Logan struggles to put a brutal past behind and make ends meet as a bus driver. When a young runaway settles for an all-night ride, he seizes the chance to do a good deed—get her home safely. But first, they’ll drive around and talk. What he doesn’t anticipate is that this broken night angel is also a sexy little minx needing a lot more…and not just the gentle kind. Author Bio: Award-winning author Lea Bronsen likes her reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strives to give her own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with her debut novel Wild Hearted, she divides her writing time between psychological thriller, romantic suspense, historical romance, and dark erotic romance. Author Links: Website:https://leabronsen.com/ Blog:https://leabronsen.com/blog/ Facebook profile:https://www.facebook.com/wildhearted.author Facebook page:https://www.facebook.com/LeaBronsen/ Twitter:https://twitter.com/LeaBronsen Goodreads:https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6966248.Lea_Bronsen Amazon author page:https://www.amazon.com/Lea-Bronsen/e/B00BTFT8KS/ Instagram:https://www.instagram.com/leabronsen/ Pinterest:https://no.pinterest.com/leabronsen/ Google+:https://plus.google.com/+AuthorLeaBronsen Yes, Governor by Lesli Richardson As chief of staff to the governor of Florida, Carter has a well-deserved rep as a bastard extraordinaire. But when he’s dealing with two governors for the price of one on Christmas Eve, will the Master find himself outmatched and outmaneuvered by his wily political pets? Note: This standalone short story takes place after Chief (Governor Trilogy 3) and can be read as a standalone independent from the trilogy. Author Bio: Author Lesli Richardson, who is better-known by her more prolific wild-child Tymber Dalton pen name, lives in the Tampa Bay region of Florida with her husband (aka “The World’s Best Husband™”) and too many pets. She writes a wide variety of heat levels and genres, from mainstream sci-fi all the way to scorching ménage. The two-time EPIC award winner and part-time Viking shield-maiden in training loves to shoot skeet and play D&D with her friends. She’s also the bestselling author of over one hundred and fifty books and counting, including The Reluctant Dom, the Governor Trilogy, the Suncoast Society series, the Love Slave for Two series, the Triple Trouble series, and many others. She lives in her own little world, but it’s okay—they all know her there. Author Links: Website: http://www.tymberdalton.comEntwined by Elyzabeth M. Valey Mallory Brown doesn't go home with strangers, and while she's all for a great spanking, she doesn't do BDSM relationships. Fantasizing is more her speed. And when she catches a glimpse of Master Murphy, fantasies fill her brain. But Master Murphy has other plans. He enters her life full-steam and won't take no for an answer. While she's compelled to say yes, is she really ready to say goodbye to her world as she knows it to become permanently entwined with His? Author Bio: Ely Valey is a writer of sizzling, sexy romance who firmly believes in happy ever after. From paranormal to contemporary, fantasy, or historical, she enjoys exploring her characters' darker side and writing stories about tortured heroes, strong heroines, and all that comes between them and their love. When she's not writing, she can be found walking in the Spanish countryside with her black Lab and Golden Retriever mix, exploring castles, or enjoying some tapas with her friends and family. Author Links: Website: http://www.elyzabethmvaley.com/ Blog: http://www.inadreambeyond.blogspot.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Author-Elyzabeth-M-VaLey/217055075022594 Twitter: http://twitter.com/ElyzabethVaLey Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/elyvaley/ Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4515587.Elyzabeth_M_VaLey Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/elyzabethmvaley/ Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Elyzabeth-M.-VaLey/e/B005VOP2IK Burn by D.C. Stone Cain Silvers is the Captain of one of the nation’s best Hotshot fire fighter groups there is, and his world has turned upside-down when his best friend’s kid sister, Chloe Crowley joins the team. Chloe has always made him uneasy with her attraction to him, something he refused to act on because of who she was and how innocent she is. Chloe wants to make a difference in the world, and following her passion to become one of the few females in an all-male industry is just the start. She’s set on proving herself to her team, but still follows her own rules, ones that could get her into a lot of trouble. Passion collides with desire in their story, leading up to actions that could burn everybody. Author Bio: DC Stone has over sixteen years of investigative experience, including working as a criminal investigator in the United States military. She currently works as an internal affairs investigation manager by day and a romantic suspense author by night. She has her Master’s degree in Criminal Justice and is dubbed, “The Investigative Whisper.” She provides numerous workshops that help authors gain insight into “digging” into a character’s mind to better understand motives, create suspense, and help maintain conflict. When she isn’t trying to solve a new puzzle in the world of fraud, she is engulfed with coffee, her laptop, and all those crazy characters in her head. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, New Jersey Romance Writers, RomVets, RWA Kiss of Death, and the Liberty State Fiction Writers. She served as the 2014 Vice President and Conference Chair for NJRW. Find her at the following stops:Facebook PAGE,Facebook PROFILE,Twitter, and herWebsite. Author Links: Facebook page:https://www.facebook.com/authorDCStone Facebook profile:https://www.facebook.com/dc.stone.92 Twitter: @DCStoneauthor Website:www.authordcstone.com
#MCromance #BikerRomance #NewAdult #MayDecember #EroticRomance @HarleyW_Writer @changelingpress
Publisher: Changeling Press Cover Artist: Bryan Keller Genres/Themes: MC Romance, New Adult, Silver Fox, Contemporary Emmie -- I overheard my father promise my hand in marriage to a man who is so cold I’m not sure he even has a heart. So I did what any young woman would do. I ran. My sister, Federal Agent Lupita Montoya, gave me sanctuary in the US and helped me file the proper paperwork so I could stay indefinitely. Now Lupita is in prison and my time is running out. My father and Ernesto will be coming for me. When Lupita sends me to the Dixie Reapers compound in Alabama, I know they’re my last hope. I just didn’t count on falling for one of them. Tank -- The hot little Latina I’ve had my eye on for three weeks is in trouble, and the time for waiting is over. I thought I’d claim her, get those Spanish bastards to back off, but then she knocked me off my feet. Emmie is really Emelda Montoya, sister to the woman I chased around Christmas, and someone my club owes a debt. It makes Emmie hands off, but I’ve never been good at backing down, especially when I see something I want. And I want Emmie to be mine. She’s over a decade younger than me, but I’m not going to let something like age stand in my way, and I’m sure as hell not going to let her mobster father get between us. I’ll bury him if I have to, along with that sick bastard, Ernesto. But the more digging my club does, the more twisted the tale becomes. For the first time in my life, I’m not sure we can handle the trouble that’s landed on our doorstep, but I will die trying to protect the woman I’m falling for, the woman I accidentally knocked up, the woman I call wife. Warning: Contains some violence and some darker themes. If you’re looking for a sweet read, this isn’t it. There’s melt your panties sex and a biker who will stop at nothing to protect the woman he loves. Coming February 1 to Changeling PressPre-Order at Amazon, B&N,Kobo, and iTunes for February 8
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The new waitress at the diner was a cute thing, and familiar somehow. Her dark hair hung down her back in curls, nearly falling to her waist even with her hair pulled back in a ponytail. It was the first thing I’d noticed. The second had been the killer curves that would be more than a handful. I’d always had a thing for short, curvy women. Her skin was flawless, even though she looked overly tired with dark circles under her eyes. Fatigue seemed to be weighing her down, and I noticed she struggled to keep up. She’d popped up a few weeks ago, and I’d been here nearly every day since the first glimpse I’d had of her. It was her eyes that seemed so familiar. “Isn’t she a little young for you?” Wire asked, nodding toward my obsession. I shrugged. It was true enough, she didn’t look very old, and I preferred my women closer to thirty, if not older. Didn’t mean I couldn’t look. Woman with a body like that, it was really damn hard not to stare. I got hard just thinking about that perfect ass of hers, bent over as she begged to be fucked. I wondered if she was a screamer. I wasn’t the only one noticing her. Several of the male customers checked her out. I’d even seen one try to grab her ass, but she’d managed to twist away. I’d been about two seconds from getting up and handling the situation, but she’d kept going like it hadn’t happened. Made me wonder if she dealt with that shit all the time, and it only pissed me off. I’d never condoned men taking what wasn’t offered. There was a difference in fucking a willing woman and trying to grab someone who didn’t want your attention. Some assholes learned that the hard way, usually after I’d put my fist through their face to teach them some manners. My conscience pricked when I thought about Wraith’s woman, Rin. I’d nearly tossed her out on her ass the first night she’d appeared at our gates. If I’d done that, she’d be dead right now. I’d been an asshole to her, and I wasn’t proud of myself. At the time, I’d been hurting over a stupid cunt who had tried to trick me into staying with her, and I’d taken it out on poor Rin. Blair had been a complete bitch, but I hadn’t gotten away soon enough. I’d apologized to Rin for my behavior since then, but I knew Wraith wouldn’t forgive me anytime soon. The petite waitress didn’t seem like the kind of woman who would string men along, unlike the woman I’d been seeing up until two years ago. I’d found out Blair had several stallions in her stable, confronted her about, and then she’d tried to trick me into believing I’d gotten her pregnant. I’d strung her along a little longer, until I could prove her to be a liar. She hadn’t soured me on women, though. Pissed me off good and proper, but I still got my dick wet at the clubhouse often enough. No, the woman who had fucked me over in my early twenties had soured me on relationships. Blair was my first attempt to be with a woman longer than a few days, and look how that had turned out. The little Latina waitress had a name tag that said Emmie and the name was as cute as she was. My brothers had given me hell, telling me I should just ask her out. I was always careful not to sit in her section. I’d noticed the first time we’d come in after she’d been hired she froze when she saw us enter the diner. The blood had drained from her face, and I’d thought she might faint. It wasn’t the first time a woman had been afraid of us, and I doubted it would be the last. I knew I was more intimidating than most with my height and size. I wasn’t the enforcer for my club without reason. Someone started a fight, I could finish it, usually with them requiring a coroner when I was done. “Are we going to eat here all the damn time just because you want to bang the hot little Hispanic girl?” Tempest asked. “Because the food is decent enough, but I’m starting to get tired of it.” “No one said you had to come along,” I told him, my gaze still locked on Emmie. “And miss it when you finally find your balls and go talk to her?” he asked. “No, until you man the fuck up and ask her out, I’ll just keep tagging along. Might be worth it if she shoots you down. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman turn you away, except that federal agent. That one over there, she doesn’t look like someone who would be interested in a guy like you.” “Why’s that?” I asked. “For one, she’s what? Five feet nothing to your six feet five? How the hell would that even work?” Tempest asked. I looked over at him and raised a brow. “Really? Do you need lessons? Is that why you’re still single? Not keeping the ladies happy in the bedroom?” Tempest flipped me off, and I went back to watching Emmie. No one knew her story. I’d asked around, but she was a complete unknown. No family in the area, and I’d heard she was staying at some shit motel on the other end of town. It wasn’t safe, and I’d taken to driving by there when I knew she was going home from work. Even though I made sure she got into her room without any problems, it was impossible to guarantee her safety past that. Not unless I camped out at her doorstep all night. The bell over the door jingled, and Emmie went deathly pale, dropping the plate she’d been carrying. It shattered at her feet, but she was frozen in place. My gaze locked onto the men who had just entered the diner. It was obvious she recognized them, even though I didn’t, and I made it my mission in life to know all the big players in town. These men with their expensive suits, three hundred dollar haircuts, and arrogance weren’t small fish. They also didn’t look all that young. “Emelda, it’s time to do your duty,” one of them said. “How did you find me?” she asked, her voice soft and shaky. “That doesn’t matter. Your fiancé is here, and he’s willing to forgive this transgression,” the man said, waving a hand at the guy standing next to him. Fiancé? I hadn’t noticed a ring on her finger in all the days I’d been here. And yeah, I’d looked. I might be an asshole at times, but I never poached. If I’d have thought she belonged to someone else, I’d have backed off. Not that I’d really made a move yet anyway. “I’m not going with either of you,” she said, tipping her jaw up. The men advanced on her, and I knew I had a decision to make. Stand back and let things play out, or step in and extract the little angel from a situation she clearly wanted to avoid. I didn’t know who these men were, but it didn’t matter right then. They scared her, and that put them at the top of my list of assholes who needed to disappear. I pushed my chair back and made my way over to her, but she didn’t even look at me. Her hands were clenched at her sides, but I could see the fear in her eyes, and I was willing to bet these men could too. They came closer, pausing a moment as I stepped up behind Emmie. I wrapped an arm around her waist and hauled her back against my body. “Everything all right, baby?” I asked. “These men bothering you?” “Stay out of this,” the supposed fiancé said. “Emelda is mine, and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll just walk away. This is family business.” “Family business?” I asked. “Then I guess I’ll just have to stick around, seeing as how Emmie is my woman.” Find out more about Harley Wylde by visiting her online!
#MCRomance #Rubenesque #Erotic #Suspense #Series #HEA Jonny Fallen Gliders 5 ByLynn Burke Publisher: Evernight Publishing Cover Art: Jay Aheer, Simply Defined Art Release Date: January 30, 2019
BLURBJonny Hayes, president of the Fallen Gliders MC, can’t remember the last time a woman got him up or off. With the club under fire and an inside snitch spilling their secrets, the last thing he needs in his life is a curvy blonde on the run. Even if she does make his hands itch to redden her sweet ass. The law refuses to protect Alexa Thorne from her ex, a Silent Demon who thinks she’s still his property. Bruised but not broken, she runs north in search of her friend—and a safe place to escape—but instead finds herself surrounded by a rival gang. Vouched for and under the Glider’s protection, Alexa refuses to let a man touch her again—even if their alpha president makes her body burn to submit to him. Jonny vows to keep his hands to himself, but the undeniable pull between the two cannot be ignored. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe, even if the consequences of his plan costs him his club, his brothers, and his freedom. PURCHASE LINKS: Books2Read: http://books2read.com/jonnyfg5 Evernight Publishing: https://www.evernightpublishing.com/jonny-by-lynn-burke Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07N82TRCJ Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07N82TRCJ B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1130356401 Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/jonny iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/jonny/id1450576373?mt=11 Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/919749 GIVEAWAY: Motorcycle mug, authentic NH maple syrup, $25 Amazon GC (US Only) PG EXCERPT: My breath caught at the sight of the man coming through the door. Damnit. My heartbeat kicked up a few notches, and my panties were done for, but my head. My head screamed retreat loud enough I questioned the wisdom of making “friends”. Jonny’s gaze landed on my face, and I felt the scrutiny of his intense eyes across the kitchen. Janie threw herself into Hawk’s arms, legs wrapped around his waist as she attacked his mouth. Jonny glanced at the two of them sucking face, and turned back toward me, one eyebrow raised. I found myself laughing beneath my breath and shrugging. “Guess they kind of like each other,” I said, my voice a little shaky. “Guess so.” He slipped his leather jacket off his shoulders, and my mouth dried. Nothing hotter than a ripped man in a tight, white t-shirt. While Jonny probably had a handful of years—if not ten—on me, the man sure took care of himself. A few lines lay at the corner of his eyes, and gray hinted in the dark hair above his temples, but beneath his neck? He could have been taken for a twenty-something with the hard dips and valleys of his body. Black leather pants clung to every inch of him from the waist down. Saliva rushed back to coat my mouth, and I swallowed while ripping my gaze off him to focus on the carrots. My hand trembled, and I put the knife down, deciding there were more than enough carrots chopped for four salads. “Hope you boys are hungry,” Janie said, a little breathless. “Want to go fire up the grill with me, baby?” “Hmm.” Hawk hummed his agreement and grabbed a couple beers from the fridge. I busied myself putting the carrots on top of the four bowls of lettuce Janie had readied. “Be right back!” Janie giggled and scooted out the door once more with Hawk. Jonny stayed behind, beer in hand, focus on me. “How are you?” I had to swallow again from drool and nerves alike. “Better than yesterday,” I said, trying for a smile. “Get some sleep last night?” “Finally, yes.” “Hawk told me you’re going to stay with them for a while.” I nodded and moved toward the table to put the salads by each plate. The weight of Jonny’s stare kept my heartbeat thumping, my skin tingling. “You’re welcome at the club.” My attention shot toward him even though Hawk had already told Janie as much over the phone earlier in the day. Jonny swigged from his bottle of beer, dark gaze on my face while swallowing. “Hawk says you’re good people, and I trust him above everyone else.” Sudden tears filled my eyes, and I turned away to put the final salad on the table. “Hey.” The warmth of his touch on my elbow stilled me. “You okay?” A mere foot from me, the slight scent of soap, hops, and mint clinging to him weakened me in the best way possible. “Y-yeah,” I managed to say, but didn’t pull away from the first man’s touch I’d experienced without cringing. Jonny glanced down to his hand still cupping my elbow and lifted his focus once more to my face, a question in his eye. Temptation to lean into him, to accept the comfort he offered, played with my mind, and I stared up into eyes darker than the smoothest chocolate. Heated energy charged between us, making it hard for me to breathe. Jonny’s gaze flitted down to my lips, and I realized I’d licked the lower without meaning to. His bottle clinked on the table as he set it down, and my breath caught again as he lifted his hand and brushed my hair back over my shoulder, his fingertips feather-light over the skin of my neck. Goosebumps spread down over my entire body, and I shivered, completely trapped by his gaze and torn between wanting to close the distance between us and scurrying away to find a hole to hide in. “You and your gorgeous curves are one temptation I don’t need right now,” he murmured, his focus dropping to my lips again, “but I sure as hell want.” Good Lord almighty, the man didn’t waste time or mince words. Tell him ditto or pull away? © Lynn Burke 2018 ADULT EXCERPT: She sat on the edge of the bed, my white t-shirt hiding her perfect tits, her blonde hair a rumpled mess. Lips still swollen. Shoulders relaxed, and makeup smeared around her bright eyes. “You’re gorgeous,” I muttered, fisting my cock. She glanced down at the movement beneath the comforter, her cheeks tinging pink and nipples pebbling beneath my shirt. “Want some coffee?” she asked, her voice more breathless than a few seconds earlier. I pushed the blankets down over my body, thrusting into my hand while baring my cock. “I’d rather have you ride me.” She swallowed, her gaze flitting to my face as the pulse leapt in her neck. “But coffee’s good,” I said when she didn’t speak or make a move. “You held back last night.” I nodded, still lazily stroking my cock. Alexa licked her lower lip, glancing once more at my dick. “Do you … like to hurt women in a sexual way?” she asked, her voice quiet. “Only if they want me to.” “Spanking?” I bit back my groan at the memory of her plump ass. “Yes.” “Pulling hair? Biting?” She met my gaze once more, her eyes flitting from one of mine to the other as though hoping to read the truth of my answer. “Yes, and yes,” I said, my hand stilling. “But not without consent or safewords,” She nodded and climbed atop me, lifting my shirt so her bare pussy rested against the top of my hand and my cock. “Christ.” I breathed out the word and released my hold on myself to grasp her bare hips lightly beneath the shirt. She ground her pussy against my aching length, slickening me with her arousal. “I-I’d like to try all that with you,” she whispered, staring into my eyes, “but right now, I just want you to fuck me.” So more than just one night. Fuck, yes. “Condom?” “I want you bare—if that’s okay?” “I fucking hate rubbers,” I muttered, my dick jumping at the thought of feeling her pussy against my skin. “Birth control?” She nodded and shifted her hips, notching me against her opening. “Clean, too.” “So am I.” I flexed as she moved back, and we came together in one rocking motion. “Fuck.” I clenched my jaw, the wetness of her heat clasping me. “Never gone without before,” I said between my teeth, fighting to keep from digging my fingers into her hips and taking what I wanted. Alexa slid forward along my length and sank back down, her lower lip between her teeth. “Take off the t-shirt,” I said. “Touch those beautiful tits for me.” Red infused her cheeks, but she did as told, her small hands lifting the heaviness of her breasts. With a heave of breath, I sat up and latched onto the pebbled nipple of one she held, breathing in her sweet, peach scent, the desire to bite rather than lick racing through my blood. Her breath caught as she lifted and lowered over my cock, her wetness leaking down over my balls, pussy clenching with every gentle scrape of my teeth over her hardened nub. “Harder,” she whispered, and I thrust up into her as she sank onto my shaft again. I went for a small nibble, and she moaned, her back arching, pressing her tit into my face. “Yes…” Her whispered word fucking thrilled me, and I nibbled again, thrusting up into her as her pussy clamped down on me. “Oh, God.” She whimpered and gasped while moving against me, her body a fucking vision of motion, swaying and grinding. I slid a hand around her backside, my fingertips trailing up and down her ass crack while she moved on me. As she lifted, I gathered moisture off my dick and slid a fingertip over her asshole as she fucked down onto me again. Her breath caught, and she stayed impaled, circling her hips in time with my finger rimming her ass. I released my mouth from her breast with a pop. “Like that?” I asked, pressing lightly. She whimpered and nodded, eyes clenched shut, pulse thrumming in her neck as she ground against me. I thrust with my hips and slid my finger past her ring of muscle. “God.” Her breath left in a rush, and she tipped her head back, her neck an offering I couldn’t pass up. I latched onto the softness of her skin at the base of her neck, and she began to rock on my lap. “More,” she whispered, her hands grabbing hold of my head to keep me close. Teeth, or finger in her ass, I wasn’t sure which she meant, so I went with both, nipping her flesh with my teeth in open mouth kisses and finger sliding in and out of her tight hole while she rode me. “God, yes.” She gasped and shuddered, her fingernails digging into my scalp. “Fuck, yes.” Her pussy spasmed. “Jonny!” She cried out my name a second time as her inner walls clamped down on my thrusting cock, and I captured her mouth, swallowing every whimper and moan of her climax while shooting my cum deep inside her. Nothing fucking compared to erupting in a woman’s body without the strangling hold of a damn condom. Nothing. Fucking perfection, and I wasn’t about to give up what I’d just found—fuck the Demons, and fuck her ex. I just needed to show her I could be the man for her. © Lynn Burke 2018 ABOUT LYNN BURKE: Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life. Website:https://www.authorlynnburke.com/ Blog:http://authorlynnburke.blogspot.com/ Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/Author-Lynn-Burke-555282497937461/ Twitter:https://twitter.com/AuthorLynnBurke Instagram:https://www.instagram.com/authorlynnburke/ Tumblr:https://www.tumblr.com/blog/authorlynnburke BookBub:https://www.bookbub.com/authors/lynn-burkeThe Soul of TimeIn the Land of Ice and Darkness, time-traveller Ashley faces the terrible Thief of Souls(The Time For Alexander Series Book 6)Ashley and Alexander come face to face with Volterix, the terrifying Thief of Souls – a druid with powers to stop time and change the future of the world. Ashley and Alexander must travel to the far north in order to stop the Volterix from irrevocably changing time. With Alexander's soul, and Paul as his puppet, the druid hopes he can stop the Roman legions from conquering Europe and thus save the druids from extinction. But Ashley knows that will not happen without the mysterious Time-Senders erasing all their lives. In order to save herself, her children, and the men she loves, she has to somehow get Alexander's soul back and find the druid's lair. Excerpt:If you’ve always lived in the modern world, and never had the chance to take a trip back in time, then you can never imagine how sweet the air was before the invention of fossil fuels. In my daytime, the earth was surrounded in a faint haze of pollution. Here, there was nothing but the faint scent of wood smoke. Otherwise, the air was as clean and pristine as the beginning of the world. The water was clean, the air was clean, the ocean was full of fish, and wild animals still roamed the forests. As a matter of fact, there was one right in front of me. Nothing too scary, just a large, grey wolf. He was sitting in a clearing staring at me, and something in his yellow gaze was reassuring. He was not hungry, and his eyes seemed to tell me that he was just curious about the pale, two-legged beast shuffling noisily through the forest. It was his forest. He lived there. We were just passing through, but he had been born beneath the towering pines and would live his whole life there before dying beneath the very same trees. We were his guests for the short time we stayed there. There was a swift stream nearby, and I washed myself. I was very careful to leave everything just as I’d found it. The wolf had vanished silently. I suppose he was somewhere close by keeping an eye on us. The thought that maybe it was a druid flickered like a spark through my mind, but three thousand years of civilization put the spark out as if I’d dumped a whole bucket of water on it. Absurd. People don’t change themselves into animals. They simply can’t. It is impossible, going against all the laws of science and nature. Matter doesn’t change into other matter. The wolf was a wolf and that was that. Of course, I’d come across a monkey claiming to be a druid. He could write in Greek on a wax tablet and pluck silver coins out of purses, but even that could be explained – by thin layers of wax, by patient training. I didn’t for an instant believe the monkey had really once been a man. Or did I? I sat down at the water’s edge and stared at the flowing stream. Small green leaves floated in eddies. I plucked one and nibbled it. Watercress was one of the edible plants I was capable of recognizing. I sighed for no particular reason and glanced up at the sky, visible through the canopy. Sunlight dappled my face and arms. A trout splashed in the stream, startling me. I wished I knew what was going to happen next. I had the frightening feeling that I was cut off from the world. I hated the way we were being herded along towards an unknown destination. There had to be a way to escape, or at least turn the situation more towards our advantage. What frightened me the most was that a group of powerful men had stolen Alexander’s soul somehow and had decided to change the future by using Paul to unite the tribes of Gaul. If that happened, the Gauls would defeat the Roman Empire. Progress would be stopped. The druids were leery of writing and still made human sacrifices. If they succeeded in their plans, history, as I knew it, would be erased, along with Alexander, me, and everyone we knew and loved. Link: getbook.at/Soul-of-Time |
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