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Fallen Gliders 4
Cover Art: Jay Aheer,Simply Defined Art
Release Date: December 20, 2018
#MCRomance #Erotic #Series #HEA
BLURBBeing called a pussy and pansy-ass his entire life led Jeremiah “Capone” Caldwell to join the Fallen Gliders, a motorcycle gang known for its rough ways, hard partying, and womanizing. Not that he needed help with the last. His charming smile and baby blues make it easy to get into the panties of whatever woman he sets his eyes on.Except for Helina Bodnar. The sexy siren is a lawyer, an independent spirit who refuses to bow to someone like the narcissistic assholes from her childhood. Jaded, she judges Capone’s character by the “67” inked on his neck, and although her body wants to let loose with the attraction sizzling between them, she knows he’s no good for her. Giving into lust proves easier than denying sexual gratification, however, leaving one bitter and the other brokenhearted. When a rat spills Glider secrets to the police, Capone knows there is only one woman who might be able to get them off the hook. Will he be the real man Helina longs for, the one he truly is inside, or will the man he portrays to the world lose her forever? PURCHASE LINKS:ADULT EXCERPT:She unlocked the door of an office, but I didn’t pay attention beyond anything but getting her alone, somewhere I could give her what I’d denied her before she’d passed out in my arms the weekend before. Through a reception area that smelled like new furniture, through an inner office door, and Helina tossed her purse aside. She turned, but I stepped close, spun her around again, pulling her back against my chest.I bent enough to slide my hand up beneath her skirt, my face buried in her neck. No fucking panties. I groaned in her ear while her pussy coated my hand with wetness as I cupped her. “Christ…” “You had better deliver,” she said, pulling away. The dimness of the office barely allowed me to see two large windows with heavy wooden blinds—closed to outside foot traffic—and a very large desk, half-covered with papers and boxes. Helina hopped onto the edge and leaned back. I didn’t need a verbal invitation, but dropped to my knees and lifted hers, placing her high heels on the edge of the desk. Her scent swarmed over me, and I leaned in for a deep breath. “So fucking sweet.” The first slow lick from her ass to her clit had her cursing. The second, she grabbed at my hair, nails digging into my scalp. “Holy shit.” She gasped as I latched my teeth onto her clit and nibbled. “Oh…” Smiling, I slid lower again, licking every crease, every indent of her body, lapping up the arousal slipping from her swollen pussy lips. Puffy and quivering, she was slickened enough two of my fingers slid into her tight sheath with ease. I curled my fingers and gently rubbed, finding the roughened spot that lifted her back off the desk. “God, yes, right there.” She moaned and lifted her hips higher. “You like my fingers in you, darlin’?” “Fuck, yes.” I pumped in and out a few times, soaking up the whimpers panting past her lips. She complained when I replaced my fingers with my mouth, but uttered another lust-laced curse as I shoved my tongue inside of her body. “Oh, fuck. Don’t stop!” Lazily, I meandered up through her folds again until my lips brushed over her clit. “Fuck me with your fingers,” she said, holding my head tight to her. Only too happy to oblige, I did as told, pressing in deep and rubbing that elusive spot. “God.” A few curses spilled from her lips as I thrust and rubbed, my teeth nibbling away at the swollen nub, my nose buried in the trimmed hair atop her pubis. Tangy, soft, and sweet, her pussy was better than any candy or liquor. “I’m going to come.” She moaned the words, her hips rocking up with every thrust of my fingers, her thighs tightening against my ears. Holding me still as if she could stop me from denying her again. As fucking if. Helina gasped once … twice, and her back arched off the desk. With a whining cry, she came, her pussy grasping at my fingers in pulsing waves, cum drenching my knuckles. “Don’t. Stop.” She swallowed between the words, a half-gasped, half-moaned intake of air on its heels as I pulled her clit taunt with my teeth. A flick of my tongue over the hardened flesh sent another spasm through her body. “Fuck!” Cum gushed from her pussy, sliding down my fingers to coat my knuckles and drip to the floor. I slid my tongue up atop her clit a few more times, coaxing every last whimper from her lips. Her body released my fingers with a wet, sucking sound, and I licked both clean, inhaling until my lungs hurt. A kiss on the inside of each thigh, and I stood, my straining dick pressed between her lax thighs. Helina sighed, and I cursed the darkness of the office. I wanted to see her face, her eyes. See the satisfaction, the bliss of a sated woman. I placed my hands on her knees and slid them along the insides of her thighs, pressing between her skin and my jeans to rub my thumbs along my hard length. “You taste even better than I remembered.” “And that was better than I expected.” Grinning, I moved back, but she grasped my wrist before I could step away. “You’re not done yet.” My brow shot up at her tone, but fuck if her bossiness didn’t twitch my already pain-hardened cock. “That a fact?” “Mmm.” She sat and grabbed hold of me through my jeans, her grip bringing more pre-cum to my dick’s throbbing head. “There’s no way in hell you didn’t stash a few condoms in your jeans somewhere.” “I might have one or two.” Helina released me and sat back, propped up on her elbows. “Get one out. I want your cock in me.” I bit back my brain’s “yes, ma’am” and offered a cocky grin even though she wouldn’t be able to see me clearly. “Ask nicely,” I said instead, fighting at the discomfort of the alpha male skin I’d been trying to live in for over five years. I couldn’t see her glare, but sure as fuck could feel it singeing my face. “Sheathe that hard cock and fuck me.” © 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
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Rory and Frankie aren't looking for love, but fate has other plans, showing them Christmas miracles really can come true.
Blurb: Widower, Florida State Trooper Rory Sanders encounters ex-Naval nurse, Frankie Chandler, assisting at a road-side accident. One look has him bewildered at his instant attraction. Is it a sign that he’s ready to open his heart in order to find love again? While pursuing her degree in veterinary science as well as helping raise her young nephew, Frankie doesn’t have time for a relationship. But fate has no concept of time when the striking Rory Sanders bursts onto the scene. Excerpt: Rory ran to the scene and catalogued what was happening. An older man stood by while a younger man and a woman were crouched down attempting to pull someone out of the car. He couldn’t see the woman’s face as her back was to him. All he could see was a red and black flannel shirt atop jeans that fit snugly to a shapely backside.Jesus! What’s wrong with you? You’re at an accident, not here to ogle this woman! As he got closer, he heard the woman yell, “Three!” And everything seemed to happen at once. He heard the clicking of the seat belt, and he saw rapid movements of the man and woman cradling the victim as they carefully maneuvered him out of the crunched car. He saw the woman turn and bright green eyes collided with his, leaving him momentarily stunned. Short blond hair haloed her face as a rosy blush colored her cheeks. Probably from the exertion. Or more likely from the heat of the car which suddenly had flames bursting from the engine compartment. “Move!” the woman yelled. While they scrambled to pull the man further away from the vehicle, Rory shot forward to assist. He grabbed near the victim’s shoulders while the woman held the torso and the younger man moved to hold the legs. Together, they got the victim a safe distance from the burning car before setting him down, he and the woman kneeling at his upper body. Looking at the man, he noticed a gash across his forehead that was bleeding freely, and he appeared unresponsive. Before Rory could act, the woman was tearing off her flannel to reveal a black tank top beneath. As well as more shapely anatomy. Rory tried hard not to stare at the generous breasts and the well-toned arms, at the intricate tattoo gracing an arm—the design he couldn’t quite make out due to the woman’s quick movements. “He’s unresponsive!” she yelled. “Hold this to his head while I start CPR.” She shoved her shirt into Rory’s hands while she assessed for a pulse. She must have felt one, because her next step had been to check for breathing. As her cheek hovered above the victim’s mouth, she looked down at the man’s chest. Her next move then had been to tilt the chin up and pinch this nose while she gave breaths. Oh, to have that beautiful face so near to him. To have those lips touch his. Rory shook his head to clear his incredible thoughts, wondering what the hell was wrong with him. “His pulse is faint but he’s not breathing,” she said. “I’ll continue breaths until the ambulance arrives.” That prompted Rory to speak. “An ambulance should be here shortly, coming from Gainesville.” While kneeling down on the opposite side of the victim, across from the angel … er … the woman, he continued. “I’ll relieve you if needed. I’m Trooper Sanders. Rory Sanders.” After two more breaths, the woman pierced him with her emerald eyes and said, “I’m Chandler, Frankie Chandler.” Her voice had been almost lyrical even in the tense situation, and he shouldn’t have been zeroing in on her plump lips, but that’s exactly what he did. “Used to be a nurse in the Navy,” the older man supplied as he stated his name while standing over the scene. “I didn’t think it wise to move the man, but she seemed certain it had to be done. Good thing, seeing as he would have burned to a crisp if not for her actions.” Rory looked to see flames licking over every inch of the vehicle. He clicked his radio to update the situation, saying they’d need a fire truck and a wrecker on scene. Once he got the affirmative from Dee, he faced the group again. “That’s for sure,” said the younger man. “I’m Frank and that’s my truck.” He indicated to the parked semi with a nod of his head. “Saw this guy weaving all over, in and out of traffic until he clipped my truck and flipped. Scariest thing I ever saw.” Rory looked at each person before his gaze fell back onto Frankie as she finished another round of breaths. Or was it Franki? Or Franky? Dammit! Concentrate! “Pretty brave and quick thinking.” “I couldn’t not help. Instinctual training took over.” She once again positioned her face over the victim’s mouth while feeling his pulse. Bringing her head back up, she said, “Still not breathing and his pulse is even weaker. May have to start compressions.” Rory nodded. “Are you still a nurse?” “No.” She shook her head. “I’m in my final year at U of F, becoming a vet.” “A veterinarian?” Rory asked, knowing he must have seemed dumbfounded. All he could do was stare at Frankie, wanting to know more. “Yes.” She smiled. And boy, what that did to her face, her entire presence. Even with the smudged dust on her skin and her hair in disarray, she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. “Are you all right, Sanders?” she asked. Was he? Buy Links: EP: https://www.evernightpublishing.com/rorys-christmas-angel-by-laura-m-baird/Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Rorys-Christmas-Angel-Laura-Baird-ebook/dp/B07L8JP77C/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1544578262&sr=8-2&keywords=laura+m+baird
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Finding Forever
Found by Fate 1
By Lynn Burke
Release Date: December 12, 2018
Keywords: Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Series, HEA, Short Story
Samantha likes to bang a guy’s headboard and take off long before he bangs up her heart. Temptation returns in the form of a Zeus-like, tattooed hunk, the man whose first kiss roused her teenage hormones. His arrival carries the promise for more, but Sam's determination to enjoy a taste--or two--without risking her heart could cost her the chance at finding forever.
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ADULT EXCERPT:
I thought to be a good host and offer a drink when we walked into my apartment, but the second I shut the door behind us, Jason spun me and lifted me against it. My legs wound around his hips, settling my pussy against his stiff cock. He crushed his lips against mine, tongue swooping in to fuck my mouth. I gave in without thought, ignoring the niggle of fear the moment of submission to his leading brought. Never one to relinquish control to a man, I decided to let Jason lead. For a time. His hands grasped my ass and rubbed me against his hard length, drawing a whimper from me. Heaving for breath, he backed away from my greedy lips. “I didn’t even think to hope…please tell me you have protection.” “I do. Come on.” I wriggled to get down and pulled him by his shirt down the hall. Switching on the light of my tiny bedroom, I eyed my bed and its half-made state. For the first time in years, the desire to lay down, spread my legs, and let a man have his way with me swept through my body. A chill tightened my chest. I turned, placing my palm on Jason’s hard abs. “We do this my way,” I said, my gaze on his luscious mouth. “Whatever you say, Samantha.” His low tone, rumbly and sexy as hell, pebbled my nipples. “Strip.” Arms crossed to hide my shaking hands, I stepped back, ready to salivate. He pulled off his shirt, revealing the full sleeve of tatts on his left arm wrapped around his pec. The silver nipple ring glinted in the overhead light. While I preferred the dark for fucking, I wanted to see Jason—enjoy the tease of seeing his Zeus-like body and waiting to touch every damn inch. He flicked the snap of his jeans and tugged them down. His cock sprang free and bounced against his ridiculously ripped abs. I ran my tongue across my top lip as need swept through my tingling limbs. “You are so fucking hot.” A kick sent his shoes flying, and the denim followed. Jason Hunter, a once skinny puke, stood naked, glorious, tanned, and sexy as shit in my bedroom. “On the bed,” I said, my voice breathless. He obeyed, stretched out, arms behind his head. Cocky son-of-a-bitch smirked, his dimple ringing my clit’s bell. I filled my eyes with the hunk of male spread across my comforter. Bulging calves, muscular thighs…my gaze caught on his massive erection. Two steps closer revealed a bead of pre-cum glistening on its tip. A low moan shuddered through me, and I climbed atop him, fully clothed to lick him clean. His hips rose, a rumbling groan escaping his lips. Grasping his hard cock in one hand and tight balls in the other, I bent down again and nibbled, stroked, and squeezed. The scent of cinnamon clung to his skin, but he tasted of salt and man musk. “Fuck.” Jason grabbed hold of my head and yanked me up to capture my mouth. He swept his tongue in with languid thrusts, bringing a moan to my lips—and the beginnings of emotions to my chest. A warning bell gonged like a mother fucker between my ears.
© 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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Thanks so much for having me on your blog :-) A few years ago I went sightseeing in my own backyard and fell in love with a beautiful area just a few hours outside of Toronto called the Kawarthas. It's the kind of place where I could imagine buying a cottage, or even picture moving to on a more permanent basis one day. You see, it has a vibe. I know – how very woo. But it does. It's magical, almost otherworldly. And I knew in an instant I was going to create a fictional universe based on this bewitching region in Ontario, Canada.
SHADOWY PINES by L.D. Blakeley Available: November 28, 2018 Paranormal Romance, MM Romance, Magical Realism Publisher: Evernight Publishing ISBN: 978-1-77339-846-4 Cover Artist: Jay Aheer | Editor: CA ClausonWhen an over-educated, underemployed millennial is called home to help with the family business, he jumps at the chance to leave his crap job, crappier love life, and the city behind. But moving to Shadowy Pines isn’t quite the idyllic life change Finn Parks imagined. How the hell do you cope when you find out magic – actual magic – is real? Or that you also happen to come from a long line of powerful witches? And that handsome man with all the sizzle? Yeah, he might be trying to kill you. FML. Read an excerptWhere To Buy:Evernight Publishing → $3.99 $2.99 until Dec. 12 Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Bookstrand | | Kobo | SmashwordsExcerpt:“You’d be surprised how easily swayed I can be by a handsome face.” Not for nothing, but Finn was fairly certain that was a come on. It had been a while, but he did remember what one sounded like. This one was … nicer, somehow. It still had the promising lilt of innuendo, but it didn’t sound like it had been rehearsed or lifted from bad porn dialogue. “My aunt says you’re new in town, too. What’re you here for?” “Business. Boring family business.” “How vague,” Finn teased. “Seriously. My father sent me back here to check out a vineyard. He’s interested in adding it to the wine brewing facility we already run, the Sharpe Wine Butler on the outskirts of town. You know it?” “Can’t say I do, but it sounds more interesting than why I moved here.” “Why are you in Shadowy Pines?” “Jude and Poppy needed my help, I had nothing worth holding on to in the city, so—here I am.” Finn shrugged. “Now that’s boring,” he added with what he hoped was a charming smile. “You don’t give yourself enough credit, Finn.” Owen pulled his chair closer and placed his hand on Finn’s knee. “Feel that?” Of course he did. It felt as though a live wire had been placed against his bare skin. “Yes.” Finn cursed the breathy, needy tone his voice had taken on. “What…” He wasn’t sure how to phrase his question so it wouldn’t offend. “What is that? I mean, I get the concept of electrical attraction, but this? This isn’t normal.” When Owen didn’t reply right away, Finn prodded, “Right?” “No, not really.” Owen’s fingers were slowly caressing Finn’s leg and inching their way up his thigh “Not for most people.” Owen leaned forward and took Finn’s face in both hands and brought their lips so close Finn swore he could taste him. Owen’s eyes visibly blazed in a way that barely seemed human. Finn froze, his breath catching in his throat. When Owen finally pressed their lips together, Finn felt another jolt of electricity arc through his entire body and he gasped at the sensation. Owen’s fingers at his nape trailed delicious sparks across Finn’s skin as he licked at the seam of Finn’s mouth. Finn opened eagerly and nipped at Owen’s bottom lip. Never had a kiss made him so crazy with want. He needed to touch, wanted to crawl inside of Owen and feel him from the inside, out. But as Finn reached out a hand, Owen pulled away, his breathing every bit as labored as Finn’s. “We’re different, Finn.” Owen licked at his lips and watched Finn’s eyes follow the tip of his tongue. “You’re different. You know that, right?” Finn had no response. None that made any sense. Right now all he wanted was to tear at Owen’s clothes and taste every last inch of the man. But for some reason, Owen had put on the brakes and wanted to discuss—what, exactly? Finn was at a loss. And his dick could have cut glass. “The woman in the grocery store. You mentioned that wasn’t the first time you’d seen her, right?” “Right.” Finn’s voiced faltered slightly. Not sure where Owen was going with this, he gestured for him to continue. “I think she saw you for what you are.” “And what exactly is that?” Finn asked, not sure he wanted an answer. “You’re a witch, Finn.” Owen’s face was so serious, so earnest, Finn almost believed him for a split second. Almost. He threw his head back and laughed uproariously. He laughed so hard, he could feel tears well up in his eyes. Well that’s an effective way to kill an erection. But Owen’s expression hadn’t changed an iota. He simply sat and stared at Finn. “Are you—oh, god, you’re serious aren’t you?” Dammit! He knew there was a reason he’d established his dating embargo. He certainly could attract the crazies.About the Author:L.D. Blakeley is a pragmatist with a romantic soul & a dirty mind. She loves horror movies, hot sex, and happily ever afters. She’s easily distracted by shiny things, and is a slightly neurotic, highly ambitious dreamer who enjoys dabbling in photography & pretending she can carry a tune. In another life, L.D. was a newspaper reporter, an entertainment & music writer, travel writer, website content editor, and a marketing shill. Now she prefers to spend her time writing hot, steamy fiction (with a healthy dose of romance) about intriguing, sexy men. Although she dreams of living some place isolated with an endless supply of wine and an infinite number of titles on her eReader, she currently lives in downtown Toronto with her husband and their rock star cat. Find L.D. online: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | Amazon | Goodreads
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Making it up to Maggie
Harrisonâs insecurities catch up with him when finds another man, albeit alone, in his girlfriend's bed. Refusing to hear her explanation, he leaves her. His secretary then meddles in his affairs, effectively driving Maggie away with a vengeance. Upon discovering that womanâs perfidy, Harrison tries to remedy the situation, and then finds out Maggie is pregnant! Determined to win her back, Harrison does his best to provide and care for her from a distance while trying to insinuate himself back into her life.
Hurt and bewildered, Maggie couldnât believe Harrison would stoop so low, but the evidence seems irrefutable. And now sheâs worried Harrison wants her only because she carries his child.
Harrison's world again spins out of control, and he wonders if he is the best man for Maggie and their child after allâ¦
Itâs up to Maggie to teach Harrison his real worth.
Begging Briana
Caleb Younger is certain he will never actually love any woman, having been badly burned in the past because of so-called love. He believes he's fond of Briana Jeffries, has intense sexual feelings for her, and wants her in his life, but doesn't love her.
Humiliated, when he says as much while amongst their friends, Briana finally accepts she's been fooling herselfâCaleb will never love her. She leaves him to get on with her life.
His life now empty, Caleb faces the truth. He loves Briana more than anything, and resorts to everything to get her back. But Briana's friend doesn't want Briana hurt again and conspires to keep the two apart. A series of events and coincidences play out, giving Caleb the opportunity to beg Briana to take him back.
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Excerpt:
Making It Up to Maggie
Harrison increased his grip on the steering wheel of his SUV to a stranglehold. It was the only thing keeping him from jumping out and grabbing Maggie, throwing her in the back seat, and driving off with her. Sanity prevailed, but it was a close call. He marveled again at how a slip of a woman had infiltrated his psyche and undermined his self-control, not to mention teaching him so much on the subject of himself. Before heâd gone and royally screwed things up.
She stood outside the doors of the office building with two of her friends. Even at a distance, he saw her energy and light while she conversed animatedly with Veronica and Joyce, although heâd noticed shadows beneath her eyes and a certain gauntness hollowing her cheeks whenever heâd been able to get closer to her.
Her blonde hair streamed around her shoulders in the gusty wind, and her dress was pulled tightly against her long, slender frame, molding her high breasts and the slight, swelling roundness of her belly. His baby was growing there.
Harrison was missing out on every wondrous day of that burgeoning life and the woman he desired and loved more than anything else in the world. Missing out because of his stupid masculine pride and ego.
He closed his eyes against the pain in his heart and the clenching of his gut. He didnât know what else he might do to make amends for his atrocious behavior, to regain Maggieâs trust. Nothing. He had to accept that. He would do his best to care for her, provide for her and his child, but from a distance. He was his fatherâs son, after all, and she deserved better, as did their child. Heâd proven he had nothing to offer outside of the basics and the superficial because blood would tell. As would nature over nurture.
Begging Briana
Tossing several items of clothing into her suitcase, Briana Jeffries then found a plastic makeup bag to stick a few toiletries in. It had taken a long time to accept the obvious but sheâd finally accepted the fact Caleb wasnât going to miraculously profess his love for her. Tonight had been the kicker.
She ignored the ache in her chest and concentrated on packing the things she needed, not that there were a lot. No way was she going to think about what was true. Except she couldnât turn a blind eye. She loved Caleb and he didnât love her. There. She said it again and that made it true.
Swiping impatiently at the tears suddenly streaking her face, she zipped the bag closed, taking a final look around the bedroom she shared with the love of her life for nearly three years. Too bad she hadnât been the love of his. It was time to move on. Christina would be outside by now.
Hurrying down the stairs of the place sheâd hoped would be her forever home, she steadfastly ignored all the little things sheâd done to make it so, especially the plethora of pictures. The reflection of beautiful places and events, smiling, happy faces, pictures of her and Caleb, mocked her despite her best efforts not to look. Caleb must be blind not to see what they had between them, captured for the world to see, but apparently, it was her love that was blind. After throwing open the front door she hauled her case outside, barely avoiding the rebound of the heavy wooden panel as it slammed shut behind her, her keys now locked within. Final. No going back.
About the author:
Peri Elizabeth Scott aka Allyson Young 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 penning one. That 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 bestselling Amazon author, a hybrid, and a coauthor, as of November 2018 she has published seven series and several standalones, with others in the works.
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