Thank you for inviting me to your blog today with new release MM romance,
String of Pearls
The story is set in the same SciFi fantasy city as last yearâs release, The Dreamboat.
Indigo Vaughn, the warlock head of security, features in the story along with a new cast of characters. When I wrote The Dreamboat, I already had the new characters in my head along with their story. Tobias Mars and Dante Pepper, the elite space pilots for the royal court, very nearly made an appearance in The Dreamboat, but because that story is about Indigo at last finding love, I decided they needed their own story.
Once upon a time Dante and Tobias were close to becoming lovers, but Dante met Viridian and fell in love. Tobias has yet to meet his love when String of Pearls, opens. Heâs a man of high integrity, handsome, caring, but also longing for love and sex. String of Pearls is his love story.
Blurb
Handsome, elite space pilot, Tobias Mars is completing a special mission, when on a water planet, recently ravaged by space pirates, he discovers Dreft Hann hiding and injured in the sand dunes.
Thereâs instant attraction between the two men, but honorable Tobias believes the fact Dreft is in his care precludes him from showing his growing love for the young man. Whatâs worse is his shocking discovery of Dreftâs real identity. Even so, Tobias canât deny his feelings for Dreft.
When head of royal security, powerful warlock, Indigo Vaughn discovers Dreftâs secret, he anticipates trouble.
As beautiful Dreft falls in love with Tobias and dreams of joining the elite pilot squad, trouble is brewing from someone in Dreftâs past.
Will love finally win with so many obstacles in Tobias and Dreftâs path?
Warning, the book contains MM sex, MMM sex, gay anal sex, MM oral sex
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Tobias Mars gazed at Dreft lying on top of the bed in room ten of the infirmary. Hariâs treatment had worked wonders and not only on Dreftâs wounds. Hari had cleaned Dreft up. His hair, now a dirt-free glossy hazelnut brown was brushed back to show off the handsome planes of his face. Hari had replaced Dreftâs strange boy-like clothes with the infirmaryâs grey cotton pants and t-shirt. The man was, as his colleague, Dante, put it, deliciously pretty. For a fleeting moment, Tobias wondered what it would be like to kiss those perfect lips and hold that muscular body to his own. He shook the thought away.
Dreft opened his eyes and a shy smile spread on his mouth. As Tobias neared him, he shuffled up the bed to sit. âThank you so much for helping me, sir.â
Tobias pulled a chair beside the bed and sat. âMy nameâs Tobias, Tobias Marsâno need to call me sir. How are you feeling?â
The handsome manâs eyes held gratitude. âIâm so much better. Thank you. I noticed the insignia on your jacket, sir.â
Tobias grinned as his fingers went to trace the gold and blue embroidered crest. âIâm one of the queenâs pilot explorers. I guess you could call us the elite unit. All the same, call me Tobias. Iâd like that.â
âIâve heard that you have to be aristocracy to be chosen for the unit. Is that true?â
A little frown creased between Tobiasâs eyes. âHave you? Whereâd you hear that?â A spike of worry prevented him from answering with the truth. His intense security training from the warlock, Indigo Vaughn, threw a question into his mind. Could Dreft be a rival courtâs spy or even assassin?
âSorry. I mean no harm. I heard a lot of things during my years as a slave.â Dreftâs voice held anxiety. His blue eyes clouded.
Witnessing Dreftâs unease, a wave of kindness softened Tobiasâs look and tone. âHow long were you a slave?â He remembered Hariâs description of the scars on Dreftâs back.
Sadness passed in Dreftâs eyes. âFive yearsâIâve been a slave since I was stolen from my home when I was eighteen. I, Iâd become desperate, hence the leap from the ship when we cruised reasonably low to take water from the lake on the planet where you rescued me.â His voice cracked a little.
Tobias watched fear replace the sadness in the young manâs eyes. He wanted to lighten the mood. âHey, are you hungry? I bet Hari hasnât given you breakfast and Iâve not eaten yet. Do you feel up to a little walk? My home isnât far. I have loads of foodâfruit, pancakes, savory pastries, and coffee. What do you say?â
Dreft gave him the most endearing look. âIâm very hungry.â
Tobias stood and pushed the chair away from the bed. He held out his arm for Dreft to take and helped him stand. âHang on. You have no shoes.â Tobias left Dreft perched on the side of the bed. He went to the closet inset at the end of the wall and brought back a pair of felt slip-ons for Dreft.
Dreft pushed his feet into them. âThank you. I think the medicA threw away what I was wearing.â
âHari is the best medicA available. I trust him implicitly, but heâs a hygiene fanatic. He probably burned what you were dressed in.â Tobias laughed. âCan you manage or will you take my arm. Itâs a gesture of support.â
Dreftâs gaze raked Tobiasâs face and he smiled softly. âI know the clothes you found me in probably gave you the impression Iâm a pirateâs plaything. Iâd like to explainââ
âYou donât need toââ Tobias hurried to assure Dreft.
âI want to.â He held Tobiasâs arm.
âAfter youâve eaten, then.â Tobias led the way from the room, along the corridor and out of the infirmary door. His villa was two doors down from Danteâs and he walked slowly favoring Dreftâs halting steps.
âIâm limping but Hari said my legs were only bruised under the abrasions. Sorry. I didnât expect them to hurt so much. My ribs donât and they were broken.â
âHari fixed your ribs and administered slow release pain reliever at the site. He fixed your abrasions somewhat, but itâs good to heal naturally where possible. He wants you to rest.â A smile sprang to Tobiasâs lips. âIf he sees us, heâll probably say to me, âSir, you got Dreft Hann up too soon.ââ
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The night before Jared Dupre's wedding, a specter warns him the demonic witch, Adam Montief, has kidnapped his brother in a centuries-old vendetta unknown to Jared. A powerful witch himself, Jared tracks Adam from New Orleans to a remote island off the coast of Connecticut where he's given no choice. He must rescue his brother and break his engagement to Kendra O'Connell, or they both die. After complying, Jared engages in a sword fight and believes he has vanquished his foe, but when he returns to New Orleans, he finds evil still threatens all he loves. Kendra, not knowing why Jared broke their engagement, devastated, finds solace in another's arms. With help from an ancestor's spirit, can Jared defeat the dark magic descending over the Big Easy while winning back the woman he loves? In the stifling heat, Angelique Montief flicked her wrist and set the bamboo ceiling fan spinning. Kneeling on a woven mat with sweat coating her body, she lifted a small wooden brass-bound casket from the bottom of a large trunk, inserted a gold key, and opened the lid. Inside two objects lay wrapped in thick cloth. She carefully unwrapped the smaller bundle to reveal a pentagonal mirror, a gift handed down to her by her grandmother, its ancient oak frame carved with tiny pentacles. She glanced over her shoulder at her locked bedroom door, then stared into the mirror and whispered, “Show him to me.” When the glass remained blank, fear clutched at her chest. Again, she said the words, and the image of a plantation house engulfed in flames appeared. “No, please, he can’t be dead.” Tears blurred her vision. The fiery image changed to reveal a human form lying beneath flowering bougainvillea. Hope rising, Angelique peered closer. “Show me his face.” She saw his indigo blue eyes blink open. “I’m coming, my love.” He couldn’t hear her, but she hoped in his heart that he knew she would find a way to get to him. As the smoke in the room thickened, she knew her time was running out. She rewrapped the mirror and placed it into the smaller casket among cloth bags of herbs and potion-filled vials. Relocking the lid, she hung the key on a chain around her neck, dropped a jeweled dagger into her pocket, and tucked the casket under her arm. Crouched beneath the smoke, she considered the quickest way to reach her son and escape. Augustus had locked her in, placing what he thought would be an impenetrable shield across both doors. Angelique coughed, choked by the smoke. Her husband’s biggest mistake was underestimating her power. Kindle Pre-order https://www.amazon.com/His-Magic-Touch-Debby-Grahl-ebook/dp/B07JCK8H99/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1539356718&sr=8-4&keywords=debby+grahl Amazon Author Page https://www.amazon.com/Debby-Grahl/e/B00B34HM26/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1539281994&sr=8-1 author website www.debbygrahl.com author Facebook https://www.facebook.com/debbygrahlauthor?ref=br_rs ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Debby Grahl lives on Hilton Head Island, South Carolina, with her husband, David. Besides writing, she enjoys biking, walking on the beach and a glass of wine at sunset. Her favorite places to visit are New Orleans, New York City, Captiva Island in Florida, the Cotswolds of England, and her home state of Michigan. She is a history buff who also enjoys reading murder mysteries, time travel, and, of course, romance. Visually impaired since childhood by Retinitis Pigmentosa (RP), she uses screen-reading software to research and write her books. Her first published book, The Silver Crescent, won the Paranormal Romance Guild Reviewers’ Choice award. Her second book, Rue Toulouse, a contemporary romance set in New Orleans, was a finalist in the National Excellence in Romantic Fiction Award and was selected as a May, 2016, ‘local read’ by Hilton Head Monthly. Decorated to Death is a holiday mystery cozy. She also has stories in three anthologies, The Haunted West, Never Fear/Christmas Terrors; and Ebb and Flow from the local Island Writers’ Network. Debby was featured in the January, 2016, Hilton Head Monthly article ‘Intriguing People of the Lowcountry’. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, Florida Romance Writers, and First Coast Romance Writers. Her latest book, His Magic Touch, will be released December 5, 2018, by Wild Rose Press.
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How to Marry a Rake in Ten Days by Samantha Holt
The years had added the slightest touch of grey to his hair at the temples. Though he must have shaved in the morning, stubble was beginning to show on his jaw and upper lip. Something about that roughness made her want to reach out and stroke it. Lines crinkled the corners of his eyes. Not a lot but enough that his intense eyes were softened. And his lashes...dear Lord a man should never have such thick, long lashes. It was thoroughly unfair to the fairer sex.
âI always watched you,â he told her in a low voice, the timbre of it spearing deep inside her and making her feel warm and all twisted up inside.
She knew that. But she wouldnât admit as much. A lady shouldnât be aware of these things. However, he likely didnât realise that she understood the reasons behind his stares. He probably had little clue that she even knew he was responsible for Robertâs change of heart.
âI never noticed.â
The lift of one brow told her he didnât believe her. âI watched you dance. Watched you flirt. Watched you laugh.â
âA lady does not flirt.â
âYou did.â
âWell, I have changed.â
His gaze met hers. âI noticed. A pity.â
Angelina eyed him. A pity? Here was the man who had so thoroughly disapproved of her behaviour that he had warned his all too impressionable friend away from her and now he was claiming that he liked that behaviour. Though she supposed such behaviour was favourable in a conquest but not in a wife.
There was no chance she would be a conquest. She was here for a marriage.
âI have grown up, Benedict, that is all.â
His lips curved. âYou have grown up in many ways.â He glanced over her figure. âThe years have done you many favours, Angie. However, Iâm not sure you are all that different.â
âI am,â she insisted. âIâm nothing like I was when we knew each other.â
Benedict released the curl and tilted his head to view her. âWell, we have ten days together. Iâm certain it will become clear whether you have or not.â
âThat sounds almost like a challenge, my lord.â She cursed the words once they were out. Those were the words of impulsive, silly Angie. Even the addition of his title had been used with every intention of being daring instead of polite.
He lifted a shoulder. âPerhaps.â He leaned forward and took her hand in his. She eyed their gloved fingers meeting and tried to force her arm to retreat but she had gone boneless at his touch. He eased his palm into hers and held her hand.
âA challenge would certainly make this rather dry party a little more interesting, do you not think?â
She was too busy gaping at their linked hands to even agree with him. Or tell him no. She already had one challenge to worry about, she didnât need another.
âWe have ten days together. Let me prove to you that you are not changed. That the Angie I knew still resides behind those stiff manners.â
âWhy on earth would I agree to such a thing?â
âTo prove me wrong.â He lifted her hand up toward his mouth and brushed it over her knuckles.
âI have no need to prove it.â
âAre you scared?â
She raised her chin. âNever!â
He released a flash of a grin. âAh, there she is.â
âDamn you, Benedict.â
His grin widened. âAnd again.â
She puffed out her cheeks, feeling how hot and red they were. This was all going so wrong. How was she meant to act like a lady when he was so infuriating? She should probably start thinking about a new job already. Sheâd never persuade Oliver theyâd do well together if this continued.
Angelina tugged away her hand and shook her head. âYou wonât win, Benedict. I can assure you of that. Now it is not appropriate for us to be alone together so I shall bid you good afternoon. Will you tell the marquess that I am suffering with a headache and I shall join them for dinner?â
âOf course, my lady.â He offered a mockingly formal bow and Angelina just knew he had no intention of giving up his idea of scandalising her.
She shook her head again. As if he could scandalise her further.
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<<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"> #Contemporary #Erotic #Romance #Suspense #Series #HEA #MayDecember
Without Condition
Sandy Ridge 3
By Lynn Burke
Heat Level: 4
Release Date: November 14, 2018
*Be warned: Anal sex, spanking
Nothing but Kayla’s fingers and not-so-trusty vibrator have given her an orgasm in almost a year, and the one man she’s hell-bent on breaking her losing streak hides behind his badge. Detective “Hottie Pants” Ford thwarts her every attempt at seduction, and even though vandalisms, a trashed apartment, and physical assault keeps throwing them together, he refuses to attempt a relationship ever again.
She sees past his façade into the man hiding his pain behind unbreakable rules and inflexible conditions, but even after the fiery chemistry between them ignites, she struggles to prove to him she is nothing like the woman who jaded him for life.
Heartbroken, Kayla decides on a vacation to help her peace of mind—and ends up at Sandy Ridge. With danger hot on her heels, can the man she turns to first recognize Kayla for who she is? Will he give her the chance she needs to let him know she wants him without condition, before it’s too late?
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Detective Ford’s gaze dropped to her mouth. “I can’t do this again.”
“Do what?” Kayla whispered even though he spoke as though to himself.
A muscle in his clenched jaw ticked, and it took him a few seconds to answer.
“Get involved.”
I’m not her, she thought to argue, but what did he know beyond the truth of her life? A rich young woman over ten years his junior whose daddy spoiled her rotten… Thinking he might turn on his heel and walk out without her even getting a chance to taste his lips twisted Kayla’s stomach.
“I don’t want a house and the picket fence, Detective.” The words spilled from her.
“Jacob,” he murmured, his gaze still on her lips.
“I don’t dream about rainbows and unicorns, Jacob,” Kayla whispered, her mind set on having him, giving her more boldness than usual. “I dream about your skin pressed against mine. Your mouth on my body, giving me what I want.”
He blinked, his gaze jerking up to her eyes, and he lifted his chin just enough, it felt as though he peered down at her. “Tell me what you want, Kayla.”
Alpha and commanding… yes, please. Emboldened, Kayla looked up at him through her lashes.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Jacob worked his jaw and thank fuck, lust rose to shimmer in his eyes.
“I’m not a gentle man.”
“I don’t want gentle.”
“I don’t do the cuddle and pillow talk bullshit after fucking a woman.”
All in, Kayla wasn’t about to hold back.
“Can’t cuddle and pillow talk if you bend me over the table in the back room.”
The man didn’t even flinch. “Conflict of interest, then.”
Kayla huffed a snort and dropped her arms, determined to win her way into the damn man’s slacks. She approached on trembling legs, her heartbeat pounding in her chest. His gray striped tie beckoned to her, and she slid the material between two fingers, trailing downward until she reached the end. Her fingertips rested on his belt buckle, and she lifted her gaze.
“Bullshit excuses,” she whispered.
His breath left in a rush, fanning her face with the scent of wintergreen.
“Kayla…”
“Jacob.” She quirked the corner of her lip.
War raged in his eyes, tensing his body looming over hers. That jaded, he probably hadn’t been intimate with too many women since his ex.
“Can I touch you?” she asked, breathless as hell and soaked through the bit of satin covering her throbbing pussy. Kayla slowly slid her hand downward, and when Jacob didn’t stop her, she found his cock, hard and heavy along his left thigh.
“You want me.”
His lips pursed, and Kayla squeezed his impressive girth, drawing a groan from his chest deep enough his mouth parted.
“Yes.” The whispered confession left his lips, and he grabbed her, yanking her full against his body. He crushed his mouth to hers before her held breath escaped, his soft yet demanding lips spinning her head. One hand fisted in her hair, Jacob tilted her head, thrusting his tongue between her lips.
Kayla moaned and sagged against him as his tongue swept along hers, tasting and devouring exactly as she’d hoped.
© 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/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorLynnBurke
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/authorlynnburke/
div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"> #Contemporary #Erotic #Romance #Series #HEA #MayDecember
Without Condition
Sandy Ridge 3
By Lynn Burke
Heat Level: 4
Release Date: November 14, 2018
*Be warned: Anal sex, spanking
Nothing but Kayla’s fingers and not-so-trusty vibrator have given her an orgasm in almost a year, and the one man she’s hell-bent on breaking her losing streak hides behind his badge. Detective “Hottie Pants” Ford thwarts her every attempt at seduction, and even though vandalisms, a trashed apartment, and physical assault keeps throwing them together, he refuses to attempt a relationship ever again.
She sees past his façade into the man hiding his pain behind unbreakable rules and inflexible conditions, but even after the fiery chemistry between them ignites, she struggles to prove to him she is nothing like the woman who jaded him for life.
Heartbroken, Kayla decides on a vacation to help her peace of mind—and ends up at Sandy Ridge. With danger hot on her heels, can the man she turns to first recognize Kayla for who she is? Will he give her the chance she needs to let him know she wants him without condition, before it’s too late?
PURCHASE LINKS:
Books2Read: https://www.books2read.com/b/bxZXkD
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/904254
ADULT EXCERPT:
Detective Ford’s gaze dropped to her mouth. “I can’t do this again.”
“Do what?” Kayla whispered even though he spoke as though to himself.
A muscle in his clenched jaw ticked, and it took him a few seconds to answer.
“Get involved.”
I’m not her, she thought to argue, but what did he know beyond the truth of her life? A rich young woman over ten years his junior whose daddy spoiled her rotten… Thinking he might turn on his heel and walk out without her even getting a chance to taste his lips twisted Kayla’s stomach.
“I don’t want a house and the picket fence, Detective.” The words spilled from her.
“Jacob,” he murmured, his gaze still on her lips.
“I don’t dream about rainbows and unicorns, Jacob,” Kayla whispered, her mind set on having him, giving her more boldness than usual. “I dream about your skin pressed against mine. Your mouth on my body, giving me what I want.”
He blinked, his gaze jerking up to her eyes, and he lifted his chin just enough, it felt as though he peered down at her. “Tell me what you want, Kayla.”
Alpha and commanding… yes, please. Emboldened, Kayla looked up at him through her lashes.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Jacob worked his jaw and thank fuck, lust rose to shimmer in his eyes.
“I’m not a gentle man.”
“I don’t want gentle.”
“I don’t do the cuddle and pillow talk bullshit after fucking a woman.”
All in, Kayla wasn’t about to hold back.
“Can’t cuddle and pillow talk if you bend me over the table in the back room.”
The man didn’t even flinch. “Conflict of interest, then.”
Kayla huffed a snort and dropped her arms, determined to win her way into the damn man’s slacks. She approached on trembling legs, her heartbeat pounding in her chest. His gray striped tie beckoned to her, and she slid the material between two fingers, trailing downward until she reached the end. Her fingertips rested on his belt buckle, and she lifted her gaze.
“Bullshit excuses,” she whispered.
His breath left in a rush, fanning her face with the scent of wintergreen.
“Kayla…”
“Jacob.” She quirked the corner of her lip.
War raged in his eyes, tensing his body looming over hers. That jaded, he probably hadn’t been intimate with too many women since his ex.
“Can I touch you?” she asked, breathless as hell and soaked through the bit of satin covering her throbbing pussy. Kayla slowly slid her hand downward, and when Jacob didn’t stop her, she found his cock, hard and heavy along his left thigh.
“You want me.”
His lips pursed, and Kayla squeezed his impressive girth, drawing a groan from his chest deep enough his mouth parted.
“Yes.” The whispered confession left his lips, and he grabbed her, yanking her full against his body. He crushed his mouth to hers before her held breath escaped, his soft yet demanding lips spinning her head. One hand fisted in her hair, Jacob tilted her head, thrusting his tongue between her lips.
Kayla moaned and sagged against him as his tongue swept along hers, tasting and devouring exactly as she’d hoped.
© 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/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorLynnBurke
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/authorlynnburke/
Golden: The Pride of Panthers 1
Trace da Costa is determined to unite the nomadic and unsocial panther shifters of the Americas in order to add their voiceâas a prideâto that of the rest of the worldâs shifters. Humans are aware shifters exist which has led to innumerable problems, especially threatening the survival of the solitary big cats.
His followers have already embraced the idea of mating and staying together to raise their cubs and when he finds his mate he must convince her of the rationale behind the change in tradition.
Aura Maas has no interest in males, aside from the occasional one night stand and even if Trace da Costa is her mate she isnât willing to give up her lonely lifestyle, having become inured to it at an early age. She is well aware of the risks with no one to have her back and resistant to the idea of being responsible for anotherâespecially a cub or two.
But sheâs impossibly drawn to Trace and when danger strikes they make a formidable team. Not to mention how great the sex is. She agrees to commit for a month, against her better judgment because her cat has already accepted him and her human side is fighting a losing battle.
But there are other forces at work, from traditionalists to hunters and itâs only when she flees on instinct and Trace follows her that she accepts her fate. She is claimed by himâand him by her.
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âWhere is she?â The tension in his voice betrayed his need.
Rock Gideon spoke from the side of his mouth. âSecured in the back room.â
His gut clenched as his entire body went on alert. âWhat do you mean, secured?â
âTied, wrapped, and gagged. Secured. She should be waking up from the injection right about now.â
âYou drugged and secured my mate.â A stupid man might have missed the dire warning in Traceâs tone. Rock was anything but.
Easing up on his elbows, the big male shook his hair from his eyes. Trace held his stare, their beasts close to the surface. The wolf broke first and dropped his gaze for an instant. âIt took five of my pack to subdue her. Shade and Blaze are still recoveringâin wolf form! It was a fucking bloodbath. Without the injection, youâd still be looking for her, and how I managed to administer that is a mystery.â
Despite the damage to Rockâs people, Trace couldnât help but feel a frisson of arrogance and satisfaction. Aura Maas was worthy of him and his pride. Not that his loosely knit group of panthers were actually a pride, but they were still connected. And he required a mate to help bind them together before their kind faded into the mist. It was his lifelong ambition and one within his grasp.
Heâd outlived his parents, and his sister⦠Well, he hadnât given up hope for Ariana, not yet, but most everyone else had, and it was as if he was the last of his line. And so he was determined to build a larger family, both for safety and longevity of their species.
âI apologize for your trouble and offer my regards to your pack. Iâll also increase the prize money.â
With a huff, Rock turned back to his beer. His tone was admiring, if grudging. âWhoever tames that cat will have a lifetime ofââ
Whatever the wolf thought Trace would have with Aura was clearly beyond his ability to describe. Trace hid a smug smile and said, âIâll see her now.â
âHelp yourself. Just keep between her and the fucking door once you cut her free.â Rock fished a key out of his shirt pocket. âNew deadbolt. And the window is barred. Weâve kept ⦠guests before.â
The information gave him pause but for a moment. Whomever Rock kept prisoner or in a way station wasnât his business. The alpha wolf had a reputation of being on the up and up. Regardless, he didnât have time to ponder. His mate awaited him.
About the Author:
Allyson Young aka Peri Elizabeth Scott lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada where she and her husband pretend to work well together in their seasonal business.
She has always enjoyed the written word, and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at writing one. That effort was followed by a mix of spicy (Ally) and (sweet) Peribeth romances in various genres as well as a post apocalyptic adventure without a lick of romance by Peribeth.
A best selling Amazon author, a hybrid and a co-author, as of October 2018 she has published seven series and several standalones-all available on Amazon-with others in the works.
Blurb: The end of 1999 not only brings the threat of the Y2K bug, but a series of horrific murders including a body dissected and packed inside a suitcase. Sargent Rick McCoy’s new partner, Patricia Holmes, is a woman, an attractive one, who is a criminal psychologist. As if his life wasn’t hard enough, he is having marital problems, but he and Pat share a desire for each other.
The killer has another victim, and he threatens to send Rick a part of her body ever day he goes uncaught so Rick and Pat are in a race against the clock to save her. Excerpt: “Pat, I know you went to uni with the boss, because he told me. I am an old-fashioned cop who believes in what I do. This is a hideous case, with clearly a deranged murderer who takes delight in abducting, raping and torturing women. If we don’t stop him, he will keep going because he likes it. Believe me; I’m willing to take any help from you that will get me closer to this guy.” “He’s not deranged. He just sees things differently than you or I do. To him his behavior is normal, and you cops are the abnormal ones. That’s probably because of his upbringing. Tell me everything you know, let me try to get a feel for this guy, Daryl has already told me quite a lot, but I want your take on the facts. I will tell you one thing I think already, he lost his mother at a very early age. I think she went out to the shops and never came back. She abandoned him, that’s why he selects his victims from shopping areas.” “Oh come on, how can you know that?” She uncurled her legs and leant forward on her desk. “My role, if I am to be any help at all, is to theorize. To observe the facts, and make deductions from them. It would be fair and reasonable if I were wrong twenty percent of the time. I could live with that; eighty percent is good for this kind of work. Our man abducts women, from supermarkets; therefore he does it for a reason and not by random chance. By him replicating that, it would make sense if he is hurting his mother for leaving him. Rick, people who commit these sorts of crimes don’t do it just for fun, although often they enjoy the act. They can feel driven to do it; it satisfies an urge or need that they have. Psychopaths hear voices, which tell them what to do and how to do it. But Sociopaths have no conscience, they don’t feel guilt, and you can’t argue with them logically. They often will feel incredibly superior, and they will lord that over you; tease and taunt, just to show how clever they are. They will shift the blame so if you don’t stop them it’s your fault, not theirs. Rick, this is my field, I’m not going to be able to tell you where he lives, because I don’t use a crystal ball. But, I might be able to tell you the kind of place he might live in, the sort of up upbringing he may have had, and most importantly, the kind of things to look out for if you interview him. I’m only offering to help you, so, please, tell me everything, don’t hold back; what do you have to lose?” He nodded slowly, and took a long draft of his beer. She’s right, what do I have to lose?
The Beast In A Suit (A Contemporary Tale)
By: Elena Kincaid
Thanks so much for hosting The Beast In A Suit (A Contemporary Tale). This story is an office romance with a modern twist on a classic tale and the first in a brand new series. The rest of the series will take on a different fairy tale and continue with the office romance theme.
BLURB:
Sheâs no damsel. Heâs no prince. Can their love still be strength enough to save them both?
Twenty years later, and the hole inside Emelineâs soul only got bigger, mourning the loss of her mother and brother and what could have been. A stranger comes along with changes to a career she loves, but will it be for the better and will he end up changing her, too?
Adam has been closed off to the world for nearly two decades, existing but not living. He doesnât even realize the shell of a man heâs become until a woman heâs slowly falling for makes him examine his own reflection.
A modern twist on a classic tale filled with desire, passion, and one dangerous obsession.
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âYouâre firing me?â
âOf course not,â he replied adamantly, finally turning to face her. âI meant what I said before. Youâre very valuable to this company and youâve more than proven it. I also meant it when I told you that you would do great on your own. I donât want you to leave.â He took her hand in his. âI want nothing more than for you stay, but I donât want to hold you hostage. That was unfair of me. Please, forgive me.â
The truth was, she had forgotten about his threat. With the way he turned the company around along with giving her his friendship, not to mention the fact that she was in love with him, she was happy there again. She hadnât thought about quitting or about going out on her own. The fact that he remembered and was apologizing for it and even willing to let her go without any repercussions stunned her. She had already forgiven him a while ago.
She watched a sly smile form on his lips, a devilish gleam in his eye. âNo one should have to work for an asshole.â
âGood thing I no longer think of you as an asshole.â She glanced down at their joined hands. âI would like to stay.â
âYou would?â He sounded surprised, hopeful even, and the look on his face confirmed it when she raised her head.
âAnd what about you, Adam?â she asked. âDo you intend to stay?â She knew it was a premature question, given the fact that it would be some time before he could present a tempting sale, but she felt like she needed to know if he even considered the possibility of actually keeping the company and running it himself.
He reached out and toyed with a strand of her hair. âIâd gotten so used to working with soulless corporations, people who wouldnât hesitate to stab each other in the back. I guess you can say Iâm pleasantly surprised. Publishing Enchanted is more than a company. Itâs a family.â
âYouâre part of it now.â
âAnd I donât think I want to give that up.â He let go of her hair and brushed his knuckles down her cheek. âI have too many reasons to stay.â
They were so close now, their faces mere inches apart. Emeline couldnât even remember how they had gotten there, but now she only wanted to be closer. âAdam,â she whispered, right before he closed the final distance between them and kissed her.
His kiss was soft, tentative at first, as if gauging her reaction, but when she wrapped her arms around him, he deepened it, moaning into her mouth as their tongues finally met and entwined. Finally, she got her wish and fisted her hand in his thick locks. His hair was soft, just as sheâd imagined. Even his beard was soft against her skin. And God, he was such a great kisser, exploring her mouth thoroughly, lips and tongues feverishly connecting.
It was her turn to moan when he pulled her onto his lap and his hands began to roam down her back, her arms, and skimming down the sides of her breasts. He stopped kissing her lips long enough to move down to her jaw, her neck, and then all the way down to that deep V in the center of her cleavage, eliciting another, much louder, moan from her.
She was so lost in him, she hadnât even realized at first that they were no longer moving, had no idea when they had stopped. Adam took notice of it, too, and paused his attentions to her. They were both panting as they stared at one another, and this time it was Emeline who leaned in and kissed him. She whispered, âStay,â against his lips, the ache inside her for him too great to be able to part with him.
He practically growled in response and the two of them poured months of longing into their next kiss.
âIâm going to devour every single inch of you,â he said.
Yes, please!
BIO:
Elena Kincaid is an award-winning and Amazon best-selling author. She writes Paranormal and Contemporary Romances with alpha males who stop at nothing to protect their women, heroines who are anything but damsels in distress, and stories where the only love worth fighting for is the forever kind of love.
She was born in Ukraine and raised in New York, where she currently lives with her daughter. Her desk is constantly cluttered with journals, sticky notes, and torn-out pieces of paper full of ideas. When not working, Elena loves to spend time with her family, travel the globe, curl up with a good book, and catch up on her shows.
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Chants to Persephoneby Jennifer MacaireIn the fifth book in the Time For Alexander series, the Thief of Souls has stolen Alexander's soul, and the druids have foretold the end of their world and have raised an army to kidnap Paul. They mean to stop Rome from invading Gaul and thus change the course of time. Meanwhile, an oracle tells Alexander and Ashley they must go to the Land of the Eaters of the Dead. Paul has stowed away on their ship, and Nearchus has decided that now is the time to profess his love to Alexander. To further complicate things, Charidmus, an old foe of Alexander's, recognizes him and realizes he hasn't died. Ashley knows she must stop the druids, find the Thief of Souls, keep Charidemus quiet, somehow get Nearchus out of their bed, and time back on track - or the Time Senders are going to have a fit. There's also a small matter of a human sacrifice with Alexander as the chosen victim. What's a time traveller to do? ‘Who is Voltarrix, and what is a thief of souls?’ I asked Yovanix, the Gallic slave who had joined us on our voyage. ‘In Celtic myth, it’s a druid who can steal souls.’ He made a face. ‘I’m not explaining this very well. I’m not Celt you see. But if Anoramix was afraid of him, I would be frightened too. Anoramix was never afraid of anything, not even death. There’s one last thing I should tell you.’ He licked his lips nervously. ‘Selena told me never to trust you. She said you were really Persephone, the Queen of Ice and Darkness, and that your heart was like a stone.’ ‘She was still upset about Anoramix,’ I said uncertainly. ‘She blamed you for his death and wanted revenge. She forbade me to tell you that Voltarrix is still seeking Paul. She said that Paul would never be safe, and that no one could protect him.’ ‘What does he want with Paul?’ Yovanix spoke as if weighing his words. ‘If it’s true Iskander lost his soul, I think I know why. If Voltarrix captured Paul and put Iskander’s soul in his body, can you imagine what would happen? Paul can no longer call the moon, but he can grow up to lead an army. The Druids are starting to feel the end of their world approaching. They speak of only one thing now; stopping the Romans before it’s too late. Some think it’s already too late. Voltarrix is one of the old ones who believe that time can be twisted.’ ‘Twisted?’ I echoed. My voice sounded odd. ‘The druids believe that time can be changed, like a river’s course. They can change it, slow it, or speed it up. With enough work, they can even make it flow backward. Time is the foundation of the druid’s religion’ It was starting to make sense. Time. The Aztecs had foreseen the date their empire would topple, and they had tried to turn back time with their ceremonies. Nothing had worked for them. Nothing would work for the druids. The Romans would take over and usher in the modern world. Unless a boy, who never should have been born, somehow changed time. It was conceivable – there were still two hundred years. After that, nothing would halt the inexorable march of the Roman Empire and the event that changed the world; the birth of Christ. But suppose the druids somehow managed to unite the Norsemen, Celts, and Gauls against the Romans? What if Paul were somehow the catalyst? Paul – with Iskander’s soul. I took a deep breath. I would have to think about this. There were three people in the world who should never have been born: Paul, Chiron, and Cleopatra – and I was not supposed to be in this time or place. Anyone of us could, conceivably, change the world. A butterfly’s wings indeed. Jennifer Macaire is an American living in Paris. She likes to read, eat chocolate, and plays a mean game of golf. She grew up in upstate New York, Samoa, and the Virgin Islands. She graduated from St Peter and Paul High School in St Thomas and moved to NYC where she modelled for five years for Elite. She went to France and met her husband at the polo club. All that is true. But she mostly likes to make up stories..Preorder now: getbook.at/Persephone |
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