#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) 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-burke
In 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
Hash Tags: #BDSM #Contemporary #Romance #Erotic #Series #HEA
Found by Fate 3
Release Date: January 21, 2019KEYWORDS: BDSM, Contemporary, May/December Erotic, Romance, Series, HEA, Novella BLURB: Jade Matthews may be young, but she knows what she wants in a man--someone mature and kinky, a man who shares her deepest desires to have her pregnant and barefoot in the kitchen and submissively compliant in the bedroom. Archer Brennan aches to unleash his dark side on the too-young grocery bagger, with her pert pony tail and glossy lips that makes him yearn for a taste. With an ex-wife and a messy divorce threatening to destroy his pursuit of happiness, he binds himself to one rule -- hands-off Jade's tight body until his divorce settlement is final. A submissive must obey her Dom, but some rules were meant to be broken, and when one misstep threatens the dominant lawyer's life, will Jade defy Archer's hands-off decree or lose the only man capable of fulfilling all of her dreams? PURCHASE LINKS: Books2Read: books2read.com/findingfulfillmentfbf3 Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Finding-Fulfillment-Found-Fate-Book-ebook/dp/B07MWVXSTS/ Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Finding-Fulfillment-Found-Fate-Book-ebook/dp/B07MWVXSTS B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1126423553 Kobo: iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/finding-fulfillment/id1449906799 Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/918487 ADULT EXCERPT: Eyes closed, I strained to listen, wondering and worrying over what Archer planned. The front door closed, and my pulse thrummed. Alone. I pressed my knees tight as arousal slickened my sex. My breasts grew heavy, my nipples tight and chaffed by the dress. “I sit here at my desk, thinking of you.” Archer’s low voice low sent shivers down my spine. “I’ve been dreaming about you all day. Your shy smile, sparkling eyes.” A smile bloomed on my face, and I found myself relaxing. “You show up ten minutes late for our appointment, but when you walk through my door in nothing more than a mere wrap dress, I can almost forgive you. Almost.” He growled the word, but not in anger. Hunger filled his voice, and I pressed my knees tight again. “I sit behind my desk and tell you to bare your body to me. Slow and easy, you untie your dress. The material swishes down your creamy skin to pool around your ankles. Pink flushes your chest, your face, as I take my time caressing your body with my gaze. Your pulse thrums in your neck.” Oh, does it… I sucked in my lower lip. “Your nipples are hard, straining for a touch, kiss, or bite. Your stomach quivers as my gaze slips lower. ‘Come here,’ I say. Knees trembling, you obey until you stand in front of me. “I want to lean forward and lick your glistening pussy, but you were ten minutes late.” My breath caught as my arousal peaked. One mere flick of my clit, and I felt sure I’d fly. “I pull you down over my lap, head and legs dangling down either side, arms held tight behind your back with my left hand. The scent of your arousal rises to my nose, and I breath deep. Unable to help myself, I stroke the globe of your ass and dip between your thighs to find your wetness. “Your pussy tightens on my fingers as they slide deep, your hips rising to meet each thrust of my hand. Whimpers escape your lips—” I bit on the inside of my lips to keep a real one inside. “—and you beg to come, but I withdraw my hand, denying your release. Your musky scent draws me like a bee to nectar, and I stick my fingers in my mouth, sucking them clean and groaning at your sweet taste. “Then, whack!” I jumped, a small yelp ripping from me even though Archer sat ten feet away from me. “Your body jolts beneath my hand, but you have nine left. Within seconds, three hand prints flare to life on your skin, and you’re no longer struggling to escape. I sooth my palm over the red markings, and a moan slips from your lips. By the eighth swat, you lift your hips toward my hand with a needy groan, the pain morphed into pure pleasure.” My mouth parted as I drew in air, quivering with the need to come. “Are you wet for me, Jade?” Through the buzzing in my ears, I realized he’d spoken to me directly. “God, yes,” I say, unable to help the honest need pouring from my words. “Pull up your skirt and show me.” © Lynn Burke 2018 PG-13 EXCERPT: Sam turned back toward me with a huff. “What are you going to do?” “I don’t know.” “Are you kidding me? You’re bored with ‘normal men’, you’ve been dying to find someone living that lifestyle.” Sam glared at me. “I’m telling you, Archer. Is. It.” “Really think so?” I asked, my thumb caressing his business card I hadn’t realized I’d pulled from my pocket. “Abso-freaking-lutely. The way he looks at you. That power emanating from him.” Sam shook her head. “Hot damn, that man is large and in charge. You don’t see it?” I shrugged, really having no clue. Sam, being a dominant-type woman herself and able to read people like a magazine, was probably right. “All I know is that I want someone to help me grow in life. Expand my mind and empathy for others. Someone who will take care of me, and I can worship them in return.” “Well, he’s the perfect sugar daddy if I’ve ever seen one. Emotionally mature like you. Stable. Money.” “How can you tell all that?” Sam gave me a ‘come on’ look. “He’s twelve years older than you. He’s a lawyer. And, Armani suits on a Saturday?” “Armani? I never noticed.” “No, because all you see is his gorgeous face.” I bit back a smirk. “At least I’ve imagined what’s under those suits.” “Now that’s what I like to hear,” Sam said, walking around the front of her car. “Call me after you call him.” “Who said I was going to call him?” “If you don’t, I’ll beat your ass—and you won’t enjoy it. Trust me.” She climbed into her car and held her hand to her ear like a phone. ‘Call me’ she mouthed. I zoned out on the way home where noise and chaos waited for me. Five brothers and sisters, two dogs, and hardly a stitch of privacy. I wanted to get my own place, but the only two people I’d consider living with had men of their own and didn’t need a third wheel—fourth in Tessa’s case—in their space. What I needed to find was a man of my own. One who wanted me barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen, but also wanted my mind, every single part of me. I heaved a sigh over the heavenly thought. Archer’s left hand showed no evidence of a ring. I bit the inside of my lip, his card burning my skin through my pants pocket. My stomach flipped over, my palms grew damp. I’d always been a chicken, always sat back and let my dad do things for me. I wasn’t lazy, just nervous about trying to do things for myself. The only problem, I never felt satisfied, never fulfilled by others ‘doing’ for me. “Maybe it’s time to do something for myself,” I mumbled, turning into my parent’s driveway. The thought tightened my stomach as the dogs barked and raced across the yard to greet me. I opened the door and Johnny’s drum practice from the garage crashed against my ears. “Izzy!” my mom’s holler came from the house’s open windows. “I told you to clean this room!” Yeah. I heaved a sigh and started toward the front door, the dogs bumping into my legs, tongues drooling on my shoes. “Perhaps it’s time.” © 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-burke
Hello and thank you so much for hosting me and my new release today!
This is a full length novel with a fantasy universe and … pirates!
In the Eye of the Wind came about from one day to the next, when I accidentally drew a sketch of an elf-pirate. It as supposed to be an elf... but I botched up one eye and he became a pirate. This character was so sexy, surprising and absorbing that much against my will (I was three-quarters done with A Muse to Live For and I really wanted to finish it!) I started writing his story. It will be a short light story, I told myself. It wasn’t.
I had no idea where this story was going (a pantser’s life for me!), but it was certainly going there very fast. It grew darker and deeper, and more intricate at every step, and it ended at a whopping 100k. It was the most fun I ever had while writing a book. Rikko’, my pirate, is so different from any character I ever wrote. He’s sexy, and he’s beautiful and he knows it. He has style, and panache. He’s a complete brat. He was an exhilarating character to inhabit. For two months I swear I walked with a swagger. I hope you like him as much as I do.
Born in the northern wastes of Kaleva in the middle of a devastating war between light and darkness, Rikko’ has found his way south to the warm shores of the Circled Sea, the first elver to ever turn pirate.
Forbidden by the rules of the Andalouan court to pursue such an ungentlemanly career, Gael can only dream of ever becoming a doctor, and his medical studies remain unfinished until his aunt the Queen sends him on a covert mission to the pirate city of Beyas’kahl.
And here, after one night with Rikko’, all his loyalties are put to the test.
Queen Amata has reigned for three decades, and she always used her men cunningly. But even the best player can miscalculate, and her blunder places Gael first in slavery, then in a naval battle, and finally, worst of all, face to face with Rikko’s darkest and deadliest side.
From such darkness, is there any coming back? Is there any hope of love for Gael, or redemption for Rikko’?
“Come, Puna, sweetie,” he said, plucking the lemur off Gael’s shoulder with one hand. He placed her on his chest of drawers, on a pile of freshly laundered clothes, her favorite bedding in the world, after himself. She grumbled a little but soon settled down. “And as for you, my boy, you come here to me,” he whispered, drawing Gael to the edge of his bed, where they both tumbled down together, kissing.
Gael was still frantically pecking at him, with those tight-lipped clueless kisses that drove Rikko’ to distraction. He let himself be kissed like that for some minutes—it was so ridiculously lovable.
Ah, it is a pity to teach him anything, he thought. I wish I could keep him like this forever. He knows nothing, except that he has this need…
But you can’t have your cake and eat it, I suppose.
“Wait, sweet, wait,” he whispered finally, and laid Gael on his back, pinning his body down with his folded leg as he lay beside him, and took his cheek in his palm. He put his mouth to Gael’s mouth, and gently, slowly, savoring every minute instant of it, he ran the tip of his tongue along the seam of those tightly closed lips, lightly at first, then harder, until the lips finally parted, like two halves of a plum, and Gael gasped in surprise and then lust. His body arched in desire when Rikko’s tongue met his, and he groaned with hunger, welcoming the new intimacy of that tongue-to-tongue kiss with an adoring fierceness that had Rikko’ near to tears with emotion. He groaned again, hugging Rikko’ closer, sinking his fingers in his hair, touching his face and neck and ears, pursuing his mouth when Rikko’ pulled back to breathe, licking Rikko’s lips.
Rikko’ had never met any grown man (Gael was young, sure, but not a child—Rikko’ despised child lovers, and never, ever went close to the little creatures himself) both so inexperienced, so shy, and yet so wholeheartedly passionate. It was enchanting, and utterly enflaming. He laughed softly and pulled back from the kisses. This was just too much. He could not wait any longer. He needed to touch this boy properly all over; he had to have his cock in his mouth, and maybe, if Gael was so inclined, inside that beautiful, taut little butt.
“Too many clothes,” he said, in Gael’s ear. He kicked off his flip-flops, and realized, with a bit of a shock, that he was still wearing his dagger, stuck in his sash, and his sword belt. He had forgotten all about them. He crossed the room to lay both weapons on his chest of drawers and untied his sash, and felt Gael’s hands on his hips.
“C—can I? Sir? Please?” whispered the boy, and Rikko’ smiled as Gael, with almost religious awe, unwound the length of silk from around his waist and hips and let it fall to the floor around his feet.
Rikko’ stepped out of the puddled folds and murmured, “You too.”
He finished undressing in a few seconds. He never wore a lot. It just got in the way.
Gael took off his clothes, and Rikko’ watched him from the bed, waiting. Under those strangely unattractive breeches and shirt, he was every bit as delicious as Rikko’ had always known he would be, not particularly muscular, but sleek and quick, and just a little awkward, like a young animal, full-grown but still uncertain of his body.
Rikko’ pulled him close, pressing that lithe soft form against his own, and their cocks met halfway, both hard and quite ready, so that they had to be pulled up against their bellies for them to embrace. Rikko’ smiled and palmed Gael’s butt, and kissed him, deep and long, and then put a hand between them and took the boy’s member in his fingers just for a bit of a feel, a bit of foreplay.
He tugged at the lovely taut cock once.
Gael gave a sort of astonished yelp, tensed all over, and then moaned wildly against Rikko’s shoulder, oh, oh, ooh, and suddenly Rikko’ found himself awash in hot, splashing, dripping jets of sperm, all down his belly, lap, and leg, a veritable, goddamn, bleeding flood of it.
He let go, dumbfounded, and then burst into laughter.
“Wh—well, I’ll be … what the…” he began, but, really, he could only laugh. I just barely touched him!
“Damn it, doctor, our ship sprung a leak,” he said finally, still laughing. “I’m drowned!”
“Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods,” said Gael, absolutely frantic, “oh gods, sir, I am so sorry!” He jumped out of bed, fumbling around. “I’ll find my handkerchief, sir, I’ll mop it up this minute…”
Rikko’ laughed even harder and stretched out to pull him back in bed.
“Stop that. Leave it. Leave it, damn it! It’s all right. I’m joking. It’s all right! It’s all good! Stuff’s good for the skin, it is known. Leave it.” He couldn’t stop laughing.
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I have entered that age when looking at beautiful male models in their prime 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 the 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.
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The Song Bird Promo Package 1
1) Please tell us a little about your new release (The Song Bird) without giving too much of a spoiler away.
It’s a historical ménage romance, set in San Francisco, a few years after the gold rush of 1849. I was drawn to this time period after a vacation there. I bicycled over the Golden Gate Bridge, I took a boat to Alcatraz, and walked up and down the hills of Chinatown. San Francisco has such a rich history, full of excitement and violence, that this story practically jumped to life.
2) Did you plan out all the characters before you started the story or did they develop as you wrote?
My heroine, Avilon, demanded at the start to be a strong woman, atypical of the year she lives in. She’s world savvy, yet manages to hold a last spark of innocence that draws in her two men, Eli and Jason. As for writing the men, they developed over the course of writing the story.
3) What drew you to this time period?
Everyone knows of the San Francisco earthquake of 1906, but there’s a really dark side that many not know, and that’s what drew me. After gold was discovered in Coloma in 1849 and California was annexed as a state, everything was thrown into chaos. People wanted to bring law and order, but the wildness didn’t want to leave just yet.
Avilon Chambert travels to the wild city of San Francisco to find her missing sister. All she has is a letter explaining she’s in terrible trouble and that she’s been working as an upstairs girl in a club owned by two handsome men, Eli Masters and Jason Braddock.
When she arrives at the club, the only way she can get to talk to them is by auditioning for the singing position, and she captivates them by her beautiful operatic voice. But the answers to her questions are vague and filled with holes, rousing her suspicions.
Her arrival at the club seems to set off a chain of events filled with danger. As she searches further for her sister, she unleashes the wrath of a madman bent of revenge, threatening to destroy everything and everyone she’s come to love.
“If you two love each other,” she finally said, licking her lips, “then show me.”
Confusion clouded their eyes.
“What do you mean?” Eli asked.
“Kiss him,” she ordered and pointed to Jason. “Love him. Convince me the emotion is real.”
The bedroom was suddenly filled with heart-pounding tension. Eli’s body hardened, the muscle of his jaw tightening. Jason’s eyes narrowed as he regarded her warily.
“How far do you want us to take this?” Eli asked softly.
“If you want me to be comfortable with you, to trust you, then you need to trust me,” she answered equally as soft.
That must have been the right thing to say because in the next instant, Eli reached for Jason, sinking his big hand behind Jason’s neck to pull him into his body. Their lips met, crashing together in a bruising kiss.
Their bodies gravitated toward each other. She watched Eli grab Jason’s hips and pull him into his body. They were equal in height and stature, but Eli simply oozed dominance. Both men ground against each other as if they couldn’t get close enough.
Hands roamed over hard abs, seeking. Clothes started to shift. Layer by layer was discarded as the room became thick with passion. Avilon watched them. Her heart pounded, and her blood boiled. She felt her feminine folds become slick as their hands traced over sleek muscles and tempered strength. Eli’s cock jutted hard and proud from the smattering of dark hair that surrounded the base and traveled up to form a line that rode the center of his tight abdomen to furl across his chest. A heavy sac rested at the apex of his thighs, almost begging to be fondled.
Jason gently grasped Eli’s large cock, taking the clear fluid leaking from the tip to rub into the shaft before pumping his hand up and down. Then he replaced his hand with his mouth, holding on to Eli’s hips as the bigger man buried his hands in Jason’s hair to guide him up and down again and again.
Eli’s gaze met hers, holding her captive within its brilliant lightness. “Touch yourself,” he told her.
“What?” she asked, startled.
“Touch yourself,” he repeated. “Use your fingers to rub your pussy, tease your clit. But watch us.”
I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate highrollers. I try to write characters who aren't cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box. I love writing characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through love. I love to hear from readers so I’ve made it really easy to find me on the web:
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Found by Fate 2
By Lynn Burke
Release Date: January 7, 2019
Will two men be Tessa’s ticket to freedom – or her one way trip to eternal damnation?
Tessa’s life beneath the strict rules of her parents’ cultish church leaves her longing for independence. Her boring, small-town checkout lane job barely covers the bills, let alone fulfill her wants and desires.
Until the weekly visits of god-like Trent and Brody have her dreaming of a Tessa sandwich with both sensual men as her bread.
Fantasies may be a pastime of the wicked, but when Trent asks her on a date—with both him and Brody—Tessa decides to take a chance, knowing the purity of her soul is at stake. Will these two men be her ticket to freedom – or her one way trip to eternal damnation?
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. As a voracious reader herself, Lynn appreciates all of her readers, and hopes she can take them on a journey with her writing. 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
I'm a crazy zany author who loves to fish and listen to loud music. I love car restorations show as well as baseball, old game shows, and HGTV and DIY networks.