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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ADULT EXCERPT:
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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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
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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! |
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