Hash Tags: #BDSM #Contemporary #Romance #Erotic #Series #HEA Finding Fulfillment Found by Fate 3 Release Date: January 21, 2019 KEYWORDS: BDSM, Contemporary, May/December Erotic, Romance, Series, HEA, Novella BLURB: Jade Matthews may be young, but she knows what she wants in a man--someone mature and kinky, a man who shares her deepest desires to have her pregnant and barefoot in the kitchen and submissively compliant in the bedroom. Archer Brennan aches to unleash his dark side on the too-young grocery bagger, with her pert pony tail and glossy lips that makes him yearn for a taste. With an ex-wife and a messy divorce threatening to destroy his pursuit of happiness, he binds himself to one rule -- hands-off Jade's tight body until his divorce settlement is final. A submissive must obey her Dom, but some rules were meant to be broken, and when one misstep threatens the dominant lawyer's life, will Jade defy Archer's hands-off decree or lose the only man capable of fulfilling all of her dreams? PURCHASE LINKS: Books2Read: books2read.com/findingfulfillmentfbf3 Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Finding-Fulfillment-Found-Fate-Book-ebook/dp/B07MWVXSTS/ Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Finding-Fulfillment-Found-Fate-Book-ebook/dp/B07MWVXSTS B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1126423553 Kobo: iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/finding-fulfillment/id1449906799 Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/918487 ADULT EXCERPT: Eyes closed, I strained to listen, wondering and worrying over what Archer planned. The front door closed, and my pulse thrummed. Alone. I pressed my knees tight as arousal slickened my sex. My breasts grew heavy, my nipples tight and chaffed by the dress. “I sit here at my desk, thinking of you.” Archer’s low voice low sent shivers down my spine. “I’ve been dreaming about you all day. Your shy smile, sparkling eyes.” A smile bloomed on my face, and I found myself relaxing. “You show up ten minutes late for our appointment, but when you walk through my door in nothing more than a mere wrap dress, I can almost forgive you. Almost.” He growled the word, but not in anger. Hunger filled his voice, and I pressed my knees tight again. “I sit behind my desk and tell you to bare your body to me. Slow and easy, you untie your dress. The material swishes down your creamy skin to pool around your ankles. Pink flushes your chest, your face, as I take my time caressing your body with my gaze. Your pulse thrums in your neck.” Oh, does it… I sucked in my lower lip. “Your nipples are hard, straining for a touch, kiss, or bite. Your stomach quivers as my gaze slips lower. ‘Come here,’ I say. Knees trembling, you obey until you stand in front of me. “I want to lean forward and lick your glistening pussy, but you were ten minutes late.” My breath caught as my arousal peaked. One mere flick of my clit, and I felt sure I’d fly. “I pull you down over my lap, head and legs dangling down either side, arms held tight behind your back with my left hand. The scent of your arousal rises to my nose, and I breath deep. Unable to help myself, I stroke the globe of your ass and dip between your thighs to find your wetness. “Your pussy tightens on my fingers as they slide deep, your hips rising to meet each thrust of my hand. Whimpers escape your lips—” I bit on the inside of my lips to keep a real one inside. “—and you beg to come, but I withdraw my hand, denying your release. Your musky scent draws me like a bee to nectar, and I stick my fingers in my mouth, sucking them clean and groaning at your sweet taste. “Then, whack!” I jumped, a small yelp ripping from me even though Archer sat ten feet away from me. “Your body jolts beneath my hand, but you have nine left. Within seconds, three hand prints flare to life on your skin, and you’re no longer struggling to escape. I sooth my palm over the red markings, and a moan slips from your lips. By the eighth swat, you lift your hips toward my hand with a needy groan, the pain morphed into pure pleasure.” My mouth parted as I drew in air, quivering with the need to come. “Are you wet for me, Jade?” Through the buzzing in my ears, I realized he’d spoken to me directly. “God, yes,” I say, unable to help the honest need pouring from my words. “Pull up your skirt and show me.” © Lynn Burke 2018 PG-13 EXCERPT: Sam turned back toward me with a huff. “What are you going to do?” “I don’t know.” “Are you kidding me? You’re bored with ‘normal men’, you’ve been dying to find someone living that lifestyle.” Sam glared at me. “I’m telling you, Archer. Is. It.” “Really think so?” I asked, my thumb caressing his business card I hadn’t realized I’d pulled from my pocket. “Abso-freaking-lutely. The way he looks at you. That power emanating from him.” Sam shook her head. “Hot damn, that man is large and in charge. You don’t see it?” I shrugged, really having no clue. Sam, being a dominant-type woman herself and able to read people like a magazine, was probably right. “All I know is that I want someone to help me grow in life. Expand my mind and empathy for others. Someone who will take care of me, and I can worship them in return.” “Well, he’s the perfect sugar daddy if I’ve ever seen one. Emotionally mature like you. Stable. Money.” “How can you tell all that?” Sam gave me a ‘come on’ look. “He’s twelve years older than you. He’s a lawyer. And, Armani suits on a Saturday?” “Armani? I never noticed.” “No, because all you see is his gorgeous face.” I bit back a smirk. “At least I’ve imagined what’s under those suits.” “Now that’s what I like to hear,” Sam said, walking around the front of her car. “Call me after you call him.” “Who said I was going to call him?” “If you don’t, I’ll beat your ass—and you won’t enjoy it. Trust me.” She climbed into her car and held her hand to her ear like a phone. ‘Call me’ she mouthed. I zoned out on the way home where noise and chaos waited for me. Five brothers and sisters, two dogs, and hardly a stitch of privacy. I wanted to get my own place, but the only two people I’d consider living with had men of their own and didn’t need a third wheel—fourth in Tessa’s case—in their space. What I needed to find was a man of my own. One who wanted me barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen, but also wanted my mind, every single part of me. I heaved a sigh over the heavenly thought. Archer’s left hand showed no evidence of a ring. I bit the inside of my lip, his card burning my skin through my pants pocket. My stomach flipped over, my palms grew damp. I’d always been a chicken, always sat back and let my dad do things for me. I wasn’t lazy, just nervous about trying to do things for myself. The only problem, I never felt satisfied, never fulfilled by others ‘doing’ for me. “Maybe it’s time to do something for myself,” I mumbled, turning into my parent’s driveway. The thought tightened my stomach as the dogs barked and raced across the yard to greet me. I opened the door and Johnny’s drum practice from the garage crashed against my ears. “Izzy!” my mom’s holler came from the house’s open windows. “I told you to clean this room!” Yeah. I heaved a sigh and started toward the front door, the dogs bumping into my legs, tongues drooling on my shoes. “Perhaps it’s time.” © Lynn Burke 2018 ABOUT LYNN BURKE: Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life. Website:https://www.authorlynnburke.com/ Blog:http://authorlynnburke.blogspot.com/ Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/Author-Lynn-Burke-555282497937461/ Twitter:https://twitter.com/AuthorLynnBurke Instagram:https://www.instagram.com/authorlynnburke/ Tumblr:https://www.tumblr.com/blog/authorlynnburke BookBub:https://www.bookbub.com/authors/lynn-burke
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Hello and thank you so much for hosting me and my new release today! This is a full length novel with a fantasy universe and … pirates! In the Eye of the Wind came about from one day to the next, when I accidentally drew a sketch of an elf-pirate. It as supposed to be an elf... but I botched up one eye and he became a pirate. This character was so sexy, surprising and absorbing that much against my will (I was three-quarters done with A Muse to Live For and I really wanted to finish it!) I started writing his story. It will be a short light story, I told myself. It wasn’t. I had no idea where this story was going (a pantser’s life for me!), but it was certainly going there very fast. It grew darker and deeper, and more intricate at every step, and it ended at a whopping 100k. It was the most fun I ever had while writing a book. Rikko’, my pirate, is so different from any character I ever wrote. He’s sexy, and he’s beautiful and he knows it. He has style, and panache. He’s a complete brat. He was an exhilarating character to inhabit. For two months I swear I walked with a swagger. I hope you like him as much as I do. Blurb: Born in the northern wastes of Kaleva in the middle of a devastating war between light and darkness, Rikko’ has found his way south to the warm shores of the Circled Sea, the first elver to ever turn pirate. Forbidden by the rules of the Andalouan court to pursue such an ungentlemanly career, Gael can only dream of ever becoming a doctor, and his medical studies remain unfinished until his aunt the Queen sends him on a covert mission to the pirate city of Beyas’kahl. And here, after one night with Rikko’, all his loyalties are put to the test. Queen Amata has reigned for three decades, and she always used her men cunningly. But even the best player can miscalculate, and her blunder places Gael first in slavery, then in a naval battle, and finally, worst of all, face to face with Rikko’s darkest and deadliest side. From such darkness, is there any coming back? Is there any hope of love for Gael, or redemption for Rikko’? Excerpt: “Come, Puna, sweetie,” he said, plucking the lemur off Gael’s shoulder with one hand. He placed her on his chest of drawers, on a pile of freshly laundered clothes, her favorite bedding in the world, after himself. She grumbled a little but soon settled down. “And as for you, my boy, you come here to me,” he whispered, drawing Gael to the edge of his bed, where they both tumbled down together, kissing. Gael was still frantically pecking at him, with those tight-lipped clueless kisses that drove Rikko’ to distraction. He let himself be kissed like that for some minutes—it was so ridiculously lovable. Ah, it is a pity to teach him anything, he thought. I wish I could keep him like this forever. He knows nothing, except that he has this need… But you can’t have your cake and eat it, I suppose. “Wait, sweet, wait,” he whispered finally, and laid Gael on his back, pinning his body down with his folded leg as he lay beside him, and took his cheek in his palm. He put his mouth to Gael’s mouth, and gently, slowly, savoring every minute instant of it, he ran the tip of his tongue along the seam of those tightly closed lips, lightly at first, then harder, until the lips finally parted, like two halves of a plum, and Gael gasped in surprise and then lust. His body arched in desire when Rikko’s tongue met his, and he groaned with hunger, welcoming the new intimacy of that tongue-to-tongue kiss with an adoring fierceness that had Rikko’ near to tears with emotion. He groaned again, hugging Rikko’ closer, sinking his fingers in his hair, touching his face and neck and ears, pursuing his mouth when Rikko’ pulled back to breathe, licking Rikko’s lips. Rikko’ had never met any grown man (Gael was young, sure, but not a child—Rikko’ despised child lovers, and never, ever went close to the little creatures himself) both so inexperienced, so shy, and yet so wholeheartedly passionate. It was enchanting, and utterly enflaming. He laughed softly and pulled back from the kisses. This was just too much. He could not wait any longer. He needed to touch this boy properly all over; he had to have his cock in his mouth, and maybe, if Gael was so inclined, inside that beautiful, taut little butt. “Too many clothes,” he said, in Gael’s ear. He kicked off his flip-flops, and realized, with a bit of a shock, that he was still wearing his dagger, stuck in his sash, and his sword belt. He had forgotten all about them. He crossed the room to lay both weapons on his chest of drawers and untied his sash, and felt Gael’s hands on his hips. “C—can I? Sir? Please?” whispered the boy, and Rikko’ smiled as Gael, with almost religious awe, unwound the length of silk from around his waist and hips and let it fall to the floor around his feet. Rikko’ stepped out of the puddled folds and murmured, “You too.” He finished undressing in a few seconds. He never wore a lot. It just got in the way. Gael took off his clothes, and Rikko’ watched him from the bed, waiting. Under those strangely unattractive breeches and shirt, he was every bit as delicious as Rikko’ had always known he would be, not particularly muscular, but sleek and quick, and just a little awkward, like a young animal, full-grown but still uncertain of his body. Rikko’ pulled him close, pressing that lithe soft form against his own, and their cocks met halfway, both hard and quite ready, so that they had to be pulled up against their bellies for them to embrace. Rikko’ smiled and palmed Gael’s butt, and kissed him, deep and long, and then put a hand between them and took the boy’s member in his fingers just for a bit of a feel, a bit of foreplay. He tugged at the lovely taut cock once. Gael gave a sort of astonished yelp, tensed all over, and then moaned wildly against Rikko’s shoulder, oh, oh, ooh, and suddenly Rikko’ found himself awash in hot, splashing, dripping jets of sperm, all down his belly, lap, and leg, a veritable, goddamn, bleeding flood of it. He let go, dumbfounded, and then burst into laughter. “Wh—well, I’ll be … what the…” he began, but, really, he could only laugh. I just barely touched him! “Damn it, doctor, our ship sprung a leak,” he said finally, still laughing. “I’m drowned!” “Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods,” said Gael, absolutely frantic, “oh gods, sir, I am so sorry!” He jumped out of bed, fumbling around. “I’ll find my handkerchief, sir, I’ll mop it up this minute…” Rikko’ laughed even harder and stretched out to pull him back in bed. “Stop that. Leave it. Leave it, damn it! It’s all right. I’m joking. It’s all right! It’s all good! Stuff’s good for the skin, it is known. Leave it.” He couldn’t stop laughing. Visit In the Eye of the Wind’s web page with maps and an exclusive excerpt: http://meetingivory.wixsite.com/katherinewyvern/in-the-eye-of-the-wind Amazon (free sample): https://www.amazon.com/Eye-Wind-Katherine-Wyvern-ebook/dp/B07MWFND8Z/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=in+the+eye+of+the+wind+wyvern&qid=1547809523&sr=8-1-spell Evernight (sexy ecerpt): https://www.evernightpublishing.com/in-the-eye-of-the-wind-by-katherine-wyvern/ BIO: I have entered that age when looking at beautiful male models in their prime makes me a cougar, ahem. Almost all my heroines are short: that’s because I look at the world from hobbit level. Being so small I am three times more concentrated (read: obsessive) than anybody I know. I am exhaustingly creative in writing, arts, crafts... Sometimes my brain gets friction burns from hurtling at such speed from one universe to the next. I love animals, plants, and occasionally even people. Like the Highlander I come from a lot of different places. I was born in Italy but lived here and there and consider myself simply and deeply European. I love Europe passionately, its antiquity, its diversity, its quirkiness. All my books are set in Europe, or alternate versions of it. I have been writing since I can remember. 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
The Song Bird Promo Package 1
1) Please tell us a little about your new release (The Song Bird) without giving too much of a spoiler away.
It’s a historical ménage romance, set in San Francisco, a few years after the gold rush of 1849. I was drawn to this time period after a vacation there. I bicycled over the Golden Gate Bridge, I took a boat to Alcatraz, and walked up and down the hills of Chinatown. San Francisco has such a rich history, full of excitement and violence, that this story practically jumped to life.
2) Did you plan out all the characters before you started the story or did they develop as you wrote?
My heroine, Avilon, demanded at the start to be a strong woman, atypical of the year she lives in. She’s world savvy, yet manages to hold a last spark of innocence that draws in her two men, Eli and Jason. As for writing the men, they developed over the course of writing the story.
3) What drew you to this time period?
Everyone knows of the San Francisco earthquake of 1906, but there’s a really dark side that many not know, and that’s what drew me. After gold was discovered in Coloma in 1849 and California was annexed as a state, everything was thrown into chaos. People wanted to bring law and order, but the wildness didn’t want to leave just yet.
Blurb:
Avilon Chambert travels to the wild city of San Francisco to find her missing sister. All she has is a letter explaining she’s in terrible trouble and that she’s been working as an upstairs girl in a club owned by two handsome men, Eli Masters and Jason Braddock.
When she arrives at the club, the only way she can get to talk to them is by auditioning for the singing position, and she captivates them by her beautiful operatic voice. But the answers to her questions are vague and filled with holes, rousing her suspicions.
Her arrival at the club seems to set off a chain of events filled with danger. As she searches further for her sister, she unleashes the wrath of a madman bent of revenge, threatening to destroy everything and everyone she’s come to love.
Excerpt:
“If you two love each other,” she finally said, licking her lips, “then show me.”
Confusion clouded their eyes.
“What do you mean?” Eli asked.
“Kiss him,” she ordered and pointed to Jason. “Love him. Convince me the emotion is real.”
The bedroom was suddenly filled with heart-pounding tension. Eli’s body hardened, the muscle of his jaw tightening. Jason’s eyes narrowed as he regarded her warily.
“How far do you want us to take this?” Eli asked softly.
“If you want me to be comfortable with you, to trust you, then you need to trust me,” she answered equally as soft.
That must have been the right thing to say because in the next instant, Eli reached for Jason, sinking his big hand behind Jason’s neck to pull him into his body. Their lips met, crashing together in a bruising kiss.
Their bodies gravitated toward each other. She watched Eli grab Jason’s hips and pull him into his body. They were equal in height and stature, but Eli simply oozed dominance. Both men ground against each other as if they couldn’t get close enough.
Hands roamed over hard abs, seeking. Clothes started to shift. Layer by layer was discarded as the room became thick with passion. Avilon watched them. Her heart pounded, and her blood boiled. She felt her feminine folds become slick as their hands traced over sleek muscles and tempered strength. Eli’s cock jutted hard and proud from the smattering of dark hair that surrounded the base and traveled up to form a line that rode the center of his tight abdomen to furl across his chest. A heavy sac rested at the apex of his thighs, almost begging to be fondled.
Jason gently grasped Eli’s large cock, taking the clear fluid leaking from the tip to rub into the shaft before pumping his hand up and down. Then he replaced his hand with his mouth, holding on to Eli’s hips as the bigger man buried his hands in Jason’s hair to guide him up and down again and again.
Eli’s gaze met hers, holding her captive within its brilliant lightness. “Touch yourself,” he told her.
“What?” she asked, startled.
“Touch yourself,” he repeated. “Use your fingers to rub your pussy, tease your clit. But watch us.”
Author Info:
I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate highrollers. I try to write characters who aren't cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box. I love writing characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through love. I love to hear from readers so I’ve made it really easy to find me on the web:
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#MMF #Bisexual #Contemporary #Romance #Erotic #Series #HEA
Finding Freedom
Found by Fate 2
By Lynn Burke
Release Date: January 7, 2019
BLURB:
Will two men be Tessa’s ticket to freedom – or her one way trip to eternal damnation?
Tessa’s life beneath the strict rules of her parents’ cultish church leaves her longing for independence. Her boring, small-town checkout lane job barely covers the bills, let alone fulfill her wants and desires.
Until the weekly visits of god-like Trent and Brody have her dreaming of a Tessa sandwich with both sensual men as her bread.
Fantasies may be a pastime of the wicked, but when Trent asks her on a date—with both him and Brody—Tessa decides to take a chance, knowing the purity of her soul is at stake. Will these two men be her ticket to freedom – or her one way trip to eternal damnation?
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ABOUT LYNN BURKE:Lynn Burke is a full-time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life. As a voracious reader herself, Lynn appreciates all of her readers, and hopes she can take them on a journey with her writing. Website: https://www.authorlynnburke.com/ Blog: http://authorlynnburke.blogspot.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Author-Lynn-Burke-555282497937461/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorLynnBurke Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/authorlynnburke/ Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/authorlynnburke BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/lynn-burke
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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 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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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
Blurb:
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.
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
©E.D. Parr, Evernight Publishing, 2018
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