Pyk never thought he’d find his destiny deep within the shadows of the dark forest. Pyk doesn’t fit in with the light Fae, no matter how hard he tries to conform to the ways of his people. He craves things, dark things, that no light Fae should ever think about, much less desire. At four hundred years old, he thinks he should have things figured out by now, not still be feel like he doesn’t belong. Until the day the dark forest calls to him… Prince Llewellyn was banished from his home long ago, his deformities too much for even the dark Fae to handle. Nearly forgotten, he’s lived in isolation for five thousand years. Stories of the monstrous Fae prince have become fodder for nightmares to scare Fae children into obedience. But Llewellyn lives, and he’s lonely. When a light Fae comes to him, Llewellyn demands that Pyk bow and submit. He only means to keep Pyk long enough to ease the ache of being alone -- he doesn’t count on falling in love. When others want to destroy Pyk and use him to start a war with the light Fae, Llewellyn knows he must do everything he can to protect his mate, even if it means going home. Now that he’s found the perfect Fae to give in to his dark desires, he’s not letting him go. WARNING: contains bondage, spanking, sex toys, anal sex, and a bit of darkness. If you don’t like over the top hot scenes between two sexy fae males that may melt your e-reader, then this book isn't for you. Purchase October 19th at Changeling Press Pre-Order for October 26th at Amazon, Barnes &Noble, iTunes, and Kobo ADULT EXCERPT (18+) “So beautiful,” the prince murmured. “Seeing you stretched wide like this makes me even harder.” Another swirl of magick warmed Pyk, and the toy began sliding in and out of him, as the prince moved around to the head of the bed. The sight of his long, thick cock was nearly enough to make Pyk come. Pre-cum leaked from the tip of Prince Llewellyn’s cock in a steady stream, and the prince wiped it along Pyk’s lips. Pyk licked his lips, and the prince’s essence burst on his tongue, a heat started building inside of him. It burned its way through his veins, making the cum in his balls sizzle, and just as suddenly as it started, the feeling ebbed until only a slight warmth remained. Pyk didn’t know what the hell was going on. He’d never experienced anything like that before, and he’d tasted the cum of other fae before. It wasn’t like he was a four-hundred-year-old virgin. “Open,” the prince demanded. Pyk lowered his jaw and the prince thrust inside, not going slow or easy, just filling his mouth and sliding down his throat. The prince’s claw-tipped fingers gripped Pyk’s hair, tilting his head so the prince could fuck his mouth, forcing his cock down Pyk’s throat with every stroke. Prince Llewellyn groaned. “Yes, take all of it. Make me come then get me hard again.” Between the taste of the prince on his tongue, and the pleasure from the toy in his ass, Pyk was barely hanging on. His body strained as he fought not to come, knowing the prince would be angry since he hadn’t given Pyk permission. The prince’s cock swelled and then Pyk’s mouth flooded with cum. He eagerly swallowed every drop, that strange warmth spreading through him again, then continued to lick and suck Prince Llewellyn’s shaft until he was just as hard as before. “Nearly time,” the prince murmured, caressing the side of Pyk’s face as he slipped free of Pyk’s mouth. Prince Llewellyn moved behind Pyk and eased the toy from his ass. Pyk felt thoroughly used, and still ached to come. The prince’s tail brushed Pyk’s thigh before circling around his cock, stroking his shaft. He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut tight in an effort to keep control of himself. The prince’s hands caressed his hips and back, and as the prince’s tail moved faster, squeezed harder, Pyk couldn’t hold on anymore. With a cry, he came, spilling his release across the bedding under him. “Naughty light fae,” the prince said, his voice deep and delicious, filled with dark promises. “You’ll have to be punished.” Pyk whimpered as the prince drew away from him, his tail still wrapped tight around Pyk’s cock. If anything, it seemed to squeeze him harder. Pyk didn’t know what his punishment would be, but he eagerly waited to see what the prince would do. The prince’s hand cracked against Pyk’s ass, making him cry out in shock, then moan as the sting started to burn. The prince spanked him again and again, until both of Pyk’s ass cheeks felt like they were on fire. By the time the blows stopped, Pyk’s cock was hard again, and his cheeks flushed at the thought of getting hard while the prince abused his ass. He secretly wanted to beg for more. Prince Llewellyn parted Pyk’s ass cheeks, making him cry out in both pain and anticipation. The prince’s hard cock slid deep without any hesitation. Pain sparked along Pyk’s nerves at the sudden intrusion, and how fucking big the prince was. Prince Llewellyn didn’t take him slow, or easy. He fucked him, taking what he wanted. If Pyk whimpered, the prince drove into him harder. Soon, it didn’t hurt as much, and it started to turn into something more. Something delicious. “Beg me for it,” the prince said. “Please let me come.” The prince’s hand cracked against his ass again, even though the strokes of his cock never slowed. Pyk cried out, wondering if his tender flesh was bruised. “That wasn’t what you were supposed to beg me for. Ask for my cum.” “Please,” Pyk said with a gasp. “Give me your cum. Fuck your cum into my ass.” The prince pounded harder into him, and his tail stroked Pyk’s cock faster. The prince’s release filled his ass, and still he kept thrusting, almost as if he were trying to pound it in deep. “Come for me, little light fae,” the prince murmured. “Squeeze my dick with this tight ass. Show me how much you’ve loved this.” Pyk cried out as he spilled his release on the bedding again, his ass clenching down on the prince’s cock. Prince Llewellyn thrust harder and deeper until he came again. Pyk could feel the prince’s cum sliding out of him even though he was still stuffed full of the prince’s cock. Prince Llewellyn murmured sweet words to him, as those claw-tipped hands stroked down his back and his hips. He ground his pelvis against Pyk’s ass. “So good,” the prince said softly. “So very good. My sweet, submissive, little light fae. How eager you are.” ABOUT THE AUTHOR With an overactive imagination and a penchant for making up stories, was it any wonder Dulce Dennison decided to be an author? From cowboys to shapeshifters, she has a story for them all, but her passion lies in writing m/m romances. Dulce believes in love in all shapes and sizes, and that everyone deserves a happily-ever-after. Follow Dulce on Amazon and Facebook!
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Two young and indecently handsome bicyclists visit a village in the French Alps during the summer holidays. Forced by a raging storm to spend the night at the local bed & breakfast, they invade the quiet lives of hostess Anne and her husband, Brian. A power outage plunges the foursome into darkness, encouraging new liaisons to form, life-long secrets to be unveiled, and steamy lessons to be learned. But once the storm moves on, can the four find a balance and resume their normal lives? **Note: This is the Second Edition of the book previously published in 2014, with a new cover and an additional hot and super emotional chapter**
Available fromBooks2Read / Amazon.com / Amazon.uk / Barnes & Noble / Kobo / Apple iTunes / Smashwords Get the print edition on Amazon Add the book to your shelf on Goodreads See photos that inspired me to write the book on Pinterest ExcerptConfident she was invisible in her dark corner of the living room, Anne silently descended the stairs one after the other with steps as soft as cat paws. At the bottom, she bent her head to see the scene unfolding at the other side. Atop the coffee table, a white candle burned next to a bottle and a glass, creating a romantic atmosphere. Behind the swirling flame, the two young bicyclists sat close together on the bordeaux couch, dressed in pullovers and sweatpants, entangled. Gentle candlelight caressed their smiling faces as they stared into each other’s eyes, murmuring words Anne couldn’t hear, and…uh…kissing. The truth hit her like a slap in the face. So that explained Todd’s hostile behavior in the kitchen, when she was talking to his lover, apparently. He thought Micaela was hitting on her! Well, he had been. An array of contradictory feelings assaulted her. She closed her eyes and sat on the stair. This was voyeurism, secretly witnessing two people’s intimacy. Jealousy and deceit, too, as a little earlier, she was the one Micaela attempted to seduce. That, and shock, because she had never before seen two men— Low moans made her open her eyes again. The guys were sharing wet, open-mouthed kisses, and fondling each other’s chests and stomachs beneath the pullovers. Whispering something into Micaela’s ear, Todd snuck a hand down to his own pants, leaned back, and pulled out his fully erect cock. Oh, God. Anne stared in disbelief. This was getting seriously pornographic! Smiling, Micaela moved a hand to Todd’s huge erection, grabbed it at the base, and leaned forward until close enough to touch its head with his half-open lips. His long, black locks slid down his shoulders, glowing in the soft light. With a guttural sound of excitement, Todd closed his eyes, moved his hand to the other man’s shoulder, and stroked him. Micaela opened his mouth and licked the tip of the thick shaft, letting his tongue glide around in playful circles before taking the length deep into his throat. In response, Todd threw his blond head back against the couch, arched eager hips to meet Micaela’s sucking, and groaned. “Oh fuck, man.” He laughed. Paralyzed, Anne blinked before shaking from her daze. She couldn’t watch this strictly private moment between two other people. Besides, at any moment, Todd could open his eyes and notice her sitting on the stairs. Then, what? Encouraging his lover with his hand, Todd laughed again, and gasped. All right, let’s get out of here. Careful not to make any abrupt movements, she stood and retreated up the wooden steps, holding her breath—but the next stair gave a small, treacherous creak under her weight. Oh, no. The sound sent icy fear through her from top to toe, and the hair on her neck stood. She imagined the clank echoing between walls in the darkened living room. Frozen, she held her breath and tried to detect any sound above the heavy rain hitting the asphalt outside. A voice, a gasp of shock, something. But, no, complete silence lingered behind her. Maybe they hadn’t heard the noise, and she could walk up the stairs pretending nothing had happened. Or…. Curiosity gnawed at her. She needed to look, wanted to know for sure. Inch by inch, she turned, careful not to make the step squeak again. She bent her knees to see underneath the ceiling and gazed at the guys on the couch. Behind the dancing candlelight, Todd’s emerald eyes were wide and set on her. Her heart jumped. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She loathed it, loathed herself. Meanwhile, Micaela’s head kept bobbing up and down in his lover’s lap, oblivious to her gaze. Nausea tightened her stomach as she stared, holding Todd’s look. Sweat formed under her armpits, and cold droplets glided down her torso, meeting the waistband of her pants. She couldn’t define what his steady, intelligent eyes were stating. In the dark, the flickering candle flame reflected his pupils, but he didn’t blink once. Maybe he just didn’t mind her seeing him getting sucked by another man. She needed to leave. The same moment she made up her mind to turn around, he threw his head against the back of the couch and closed his eyes. A long groan of pleasure escaped his parted lips. Arching his whole body, he grabbed a fistful of Micaela’s long, black hair and yanked backward. The Italian gave a throaty chuckle, but didn’t stop. As if encouraged, he moved his hand from the base of Todd’s erection to beneath the waistband and inside his pants. Though she couldn’t see him, she knew he was cupping Todd’s balls and fondling them, all the while expertly working his lips and mouth on the hard cock. Pulling harder at Micaela’s hair, Todd grimaced and began to groan in rhythm. His imminent release transfixed her. Heat filled her lower stomach. Jesus. She swayed on the stairs and leaned against the wall to steady herself. Micaela brought his other hand to Todd’s engorged cock. With a playful grin, he withdrew his mouth and kept it open above the tip while giving it short, vigorous strokes. A few more seconds of pumping, and then came his reward. Todd pressed his hips upward with a growl, and long rushes of thick white liquid ejaculated from his cock into Micaela’s open mouth. As he swallowed, more semen ran down alongside the cock’s head and over his fingers, glistening in the candlelight. Growling a last time, Todd let go of his lover’s hair and covered his grimacing face with trembling hands. "Oh, my fucking God.” He breathed hard. Indeed. Copyright @ 2018 Lea BronsenAbout the authorLea Bronsen likes her reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strives to give her own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with her debut novel Wild Hearted, she divides her writing time between psychological thriller, romantic suspense, and dark erotic romance.Meet Lea Bronsen on Website / Blog / Facebook / Twitter / Instagram / Goodreads / Amazon / Pinterest Jackal never wanted to be a dad, but knowing he has a two-year-old little girl changes everything.Publisher: Changeling Press Cover Artist: Bryan Keller Genres/Themes: Contemporary, Second Chance, MC Romance, New Adult, Silver Fox (older hero) Josie: I spent an amazing three days with Jackal before he disappeared, back to his club, the Devil’s Boneyard. He’d made it clear what we had was a temporary thing -- he never wanted the picket fence and kids. I was fine with that. Then I faced the scariest thing ever. Telling my big brother, Tank, a Dixie Reaper, I was pregnant and alone at the age of nineteen. He wanted to go after Jackal, but I wouldn’t let him. I wanted this baby, and I knew Jackal wouldn’t. I never expected to see him again. Funny how fate has a way of surprising you. Jackal: I’ve thought about Josie often since I walked away from her over two years ago. When I’m finally back in Dixie Reapers territory, I knew I’d look her up, see if we could have some more fun. I never counted on the little girl glued to her hip, or the fact the kid was mine. So I did what I do best. I ran. But now I want something I’ve never wanted before. My family. Because Josie and our daughter, Allegra, are exactly what’s been missing in my life. I just have to do some groveling and hope she’ll forgive me. Easy, right? I’ve never had a woman tell me no. Figures the one I want more than anything might be the first to send me packing. But when she gets an unexpected visitor who threatens her and our child, I’ll do whatever it takes to keep them safe. Now that I’m ready to keep my woman and kid, I’m not letting anyone take them away. WARNING: Lots of over the top hot sex, an alpha biker who just can’t seem to get it right, and an adorable little girl who will steal your heart. Guaranteed HEA. No cliffhanger. Get it today at Changeling Press Pre-Order for October 12th at: Amazon / B&N / iTunes / Kobo EXCERPTI frowned at Scratch. “What do you mean they want me out of here?” Scratch rubbed his beard. “I didn’t ask questions, but I’d imagine it has something to do with you fucking Tank’s sister the last time you were here. You ran off with her for a few days and I don’t think that went over well with big brother.” “Shit, Scratch! She’s a grown woman and can make her own decisions. If she has a complaint about our time together, I want to hear it from her.” He shrugged. “Do you know where she lives?” I asked. “I shouldn’t tell you,” Scratch said. “They don’t want you anywhere near her.” “We’re brothers, man. Come on. I just want to talk to her. If she’s pissed at me, fine. I want to hear it from her.” He watched me for a moment, then nodded. “I heard she’s been living with Tank. Green two-story house about two miles down the road,” he said, nodding to the left of the compound. “But if Tank beats the shit out of you for going after his sister, you’re on your own. You’ve already been warned away.” “I’m just going to talk to her. If she wants me to leave, then I will.” “Don’t stir shit up, Jackal. I’ll send you packing and ask someone else to come help. You hear me?” Scratch asked. “Yeah. I hear you.” I got on my bike and went in search of Tank’s house. The car parked in the driveway of the green house looked to be the same one that had been outside the clubhouse that night over two years ago. I killed the engine on my bike and walked up the porch steps, then knocked on the door. A slightly curvier Josie opened the door, her hair up in a messy bun, no make-up on her face, but fuck if she didn’t look gorgeous. Her hips seemed a little wider than before and her breasts looked bigger too. She damn near took my breath away, and I knew I was staring. There were dark circles under her eyes, and there was a yellow smear on her tank top, but I ached to reach for her. I smiled. “Hi, Josie.” Her eyes went wide and she stepped outside, pulling the door mostly shut behind her. She cast a nervous glance into the house before facing me again. “What are you doing here, Jackal?” “I came to help Zipper and I wanted to see you.” She nervously looked over her shoulder again through the crack in the door, pulling it closed a little more before looking at me. Something was up, but I didn’t know what. I knew Tank wasn’t in there, so who was? Was there a guy in there she didn’t want me to see? I hadn’t really thought about her hooking up with someone while I was gone, but I should have. A beautiful redhead like Josie? She probably had men falling at her feet. “You should go,” she said. “Go, but… What’s going on, Josie? Are you pissed I didn’t call?” I glanced at the door, anger burning in my gut. “Is there someone else?” “Please, Jackal. I can’t do this right now.” She stepped back inside, careful that I wouldn’t see into the house, then shut the door. I heard the lock click and her footsteps wander away. What the fuck was going on? ABOUT THE AUTHORShort. Erotic. Sweet. Harley's other half would probably say those words describe her, but they also describe her books. When Harley is writing, her motto is the hotter the better. Off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can't deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you've come to the right place. “Be a good girl,” my mother always said. And I did.
Until Reese Gentry looked my way. Eyes holding a beautiful guarantee of wicked unchaste, sin and sex. Smile flashing shameless bliss and obscene desire. Hands offering sweet pleasure and bitter punishment. Sometimes even the good girl next door needs a dirty secret. With no clingy strings, I’ll willingly give him what he wants, when he wants it, wherever he wants it. But strings are sometimes broken. Reese Gentry is used to two things. Getting what he wants … and repeating. But then life has its own ideas. Two years pass, and he’s back. But I’m no longer that spirited girl from the past. Those days were only the beginning of my story. Those days were before I was left a … slut. Adult Excerpt: My body is instantly on fire, my heart thundering. Temptation slides through my core as his hand creeps down my torso, reaching underneath my dress and brushing over the damp fabric of my panties. I feel his intensity, his dominance. This power he has. It’s who he is. Who he’s always been. I want him. His hands on me. Inside me. No more doubt. No worrying. No jealousy. “I need you, Reese,” I whisper, watching the blue in his eyes, the expression on his face, both shameless hot seduction. I love you so damn much. “Open your legs, Graycee,” his voice lowers, “so I can give you what you need.” I open my legs and a finger, then two, slides inside my panties, pushing into my sex so deep that I think I might shatter. “Oh, God, Reese. Feels so good.” “Shh, baby.” There’s a command to his voice as his palm cups my mouth to quieten me while his fingers push and thrust, his thumb doing crazy insane circling motions over my clit. He kisses at the tender spot just below my ear, knowing just how much that tiny move affects me. “Now I’m going to lick all that modesty and lingering doubt out of you. And you, Graycee, are going to stay very quiet.” Dropping to his knees, he urges my dress up and slides my panties to the side. Burying his face against my cleft, his tongue pushes into me. He’s rough and urgent, greedy and fierce, like wicked voodoo, licking, stroking, teasing, doing everything that I crave. I can barely breathe, so lost in Reese, this connection between us something way deeper than sex. My fingers automatically wind through his hair as my hips seethe around the firm movements of his mouth. We’re staring at each other like there’s no other person in existence. Like a hundred or more people aren’t footsteps away from us. “Oh my God. Reese. No more. Not here.” The smooth sleekness of his tongue licks through me, inside me, slowly. Quickly. Then slow once again before flickering over my clit as he pulls me hard against him, his hands tightening against my hips. “Don’t ever do that to yourself again,” he says in a voice that’s heavy with intensity. “Or to me, Graycee. Don’t let that man, or the past, control you. You’re stronger than that. You’re stronger than he ever was.” He licks through my sex again, stopping at my clit. I rake my nails through the sides of his hair, my pleasure building. Consuming me. “Reese, this is crazy. You’re going to make me come.” “Yes, I am. And you’re going to stay silent. And then, when we get home, I’m going to make you come again, until you scream my name.” His lips cover my sex, and I’m instantly grinding against his mouth, squeezing my eyes shut, stirring with twenty sensations as he delves deep inside, his hands all over me. I’m shamelessly writhing, my sex clenching with every impatient thrust. Too late to care where we are or how many people are only feet away, he’s tonguing me into a shattering orgasm. My body spasms around him, my nails drilling into his shoulders as I bite down on my lip, choking back a scream. He pulls me closer to his face, his lips still sealed tight. My sex convulsing, my entire lower body trembling. When I open my eyes again, only feet away from me, his gaze dark and evil, is none other than Rodney. “Reese!” I push at him, lowering my dress. “Rodney! He was there! Right there!” About the Author: Lacee Hightower is an American writer and romance novelist, referring to her style as contemporary, sweet romance with a “twist.” Living in the Dallas/Fort Worth Metroplex, she describes herself as a foodie that can’t cook, a large lover of fashion and SHOES, and an enormous hopeless romantic. Since she was old enough to know what the word meant, she loved the whole concept of romance and happy endings. Even though she has always enjoyed writing, life got in the way and she never really thought of pursuing it seriously until she decided to write her first book after both her children were grown in 2017. Now with a nice glass of wine in hand, or not, she is learning to love bringing the characters in her head to life on paper for those who enjoy peeking into another world. Buy Links: Social Media Links: facebook.com/Lacee-Hightower-Author-495594097304430 twitter.com/LaceeHightower Instagram – laceehightower8786 Thank you so much for hosting me today! Warrior is book four in the Forgotten Rebels MC, and features Church Farlander, the twin sister of Cherry (the heroine in book three Take Aim and Reload). Ever since I started writing about them, I was fascinated with Church. Her history was one of bitterness, pain and anger. I loved how opposite the twins were and because there was so much darkness in Church’s background, I knew I had to deal with that with lightness. I hope you enjoy reading about Church and Darrell as much as I enjoyed writing about them! Tell us about the characters. Although this book is about the romance between Church and Darrell, there are several secondary characters that are just important. In the beginning, Church lives in self-imposed isolation, and it’s the people around her that keeps dragging her into the MC family. It’s her worst nightmare, and yet, it’s also her salvation. Was there as specific part of the story that you absolutely loved writing as well as not enjoyed writing? My favorite part of book is an old biker named Joe-Joe. He’s got a warped sense of humor (based on my own, of course) so I loved running with the one-liner jokes. The hardest part of writing (any story) is the day-to-day routine of the characters. It’s more exciting writing the action, adventure and the romance. What other projects are you working on at the moment? My next WIP is actually a short story featuring one of the characters in this book! After that, I plan to work on a paranormal ménage romance story. BLURB: Although Church is a twin, she’s always felt isolated from her sister, Cherry. Taking over the mechanic garage across the street from The Forgotten Rebels MC ensures that she’s never alone, even though her haunted past makes it difficult for her to trust another person. Darrell McBryde lost his leg on active duty, changing not only his life but his mind on the clubs drug running business. Taking a stance against it, however, has put him at odds with the other members. In a world he once knew, suddenly he’s a stranger. Both outcasts, Church and Darrell forge a tight friendship, one that eventually shifts into something deeper. But just as she’s about to reach out to take a chance, tragedy strikes, testing Church’s faith that love and happiness are hers for the taking. Excerpt: He couldn’t run or hide, all he knew was he’d spend his last breath defending the woman under him. And if the enemy came at them, he’d be the first one to end her life in an last ditch effort to spare her the agony and humiliation that the fucking terrorists would inflict. “Darrell!” she screamed. He tightened his hold. “Darrell! It’s okay! We’re safe. We are both safe. Please, come back to me, Darrell. Open your eyes.” Slowly, her words penetrated through the blackened upheaval his mind had trapped him in, the fog hesitantly lifting. He blinked and her face came into focus. The desert faded from the peripheral of his vision until her concerned blue eyes became the center point of his world. “You’re safe, Darrell,” she murmured, cupping his cheek. “We’re both safe.” He took a deep breath and eased the death-grip he had on her arms. It was only then that he realized he lay half on her, and that he squished her body into the corner of the driver’s seat. “Jesus,” he muttered, immediately letting go. He pushed back, horrified to see red marks on her arms where he’d held her. “I…I…oh fuck. I’m so sorry.” She shook her head. “Nothing to be sorry about. You were protecting me, weren’t you? From the insurgents.” Jerkily, he nodded his head and ran a hand over his face. He shook, not from fear, but from the nightmare that still lingered in his mind. “A tire blew,” she continued. “That’s all.” He looked out the window and saw they were on the shoulder of Highway Sixty. “Tires don’t blow without a reason.” “I know,” she said. “I think I hit a large rock.” Doubt lingered with him, but his emotions were too fucked up for him to think clearly. “I would never hurt you, Church.” “I know. You didn’t hurt me, Darrell. I get the difference. Believe me, I do know how to tell between the two.” “Fuck.” He cradled his head with his hands and slumped over. He hadn’t had a nightmare or a reaction this strong in quite a while. In fact, he thought he’d moved past the fear of loud noises. His shrink had certainly thought so. What the hell was he supposed to do now? “It’s okay, Darrell,” she said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I’ve got your back, too.” He took the moment to not only get a grip on his erratic thoughts and heartbeat, but to savor Church’s brand of comfort. Her touching him was a big deal, and he knew that. He may not know the reason why she shunned the touch of another, but at the moment, he didn’t care. The place where her hand rested caused a bolt of lightning to shoot straight to his groin, proving that his dick definitely wasn’t broken. He knew he’d always had a reaction to her nearness, but he had never anticipated such a visceral response. He shifted, uncomfortable with the thought that he couldn’t keep his cock under control, and unfortunately his shifting caused her hand to lower away from his shoulder. ABOUT BETH: I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate high-rollers. 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. https://twitter.com/BethDCarter https://www.facebook.com/bethdcarterauthor http://bethdcarter.blogspot.com/ Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/BethD.Carter/e/B00EOTD1T0/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1385417145&sr=8-1 BUY LINK: https://www.evernightpublishing.com/warrior-by-beth-d-carter/
Don’t Give In
Darkest Desires #2
by Lynn Burke
Publisher: Changeling Press
Release Date: September 21, 2018
Keywords: #BDSM #EroticRomance #Contemporary #Novella #Series
*Warning: Bondage, Spanking
Nothing like being thrown into a stranger’s arms on the subway to make a woman realize what she’s been missing. The dominance in the hunk's eyes reminds Stacey Lauren of her secret, dark desire to be bound. Used. The lifestyle she dreamed of before finding a safe existence. One she refuses her impulsiveness to give in to. Stacey’s submissive nature and large, doe-like eyes makes Devon Smith hunger to tie her up. Have her at his mercy, begging for release. She’s everything he's ever wanted, and even though she's all but engaged, nothing will stop him from taking her. Will Stacey have the courage to surrender herself to Devon, or will her aspiration for a guarded life keep them from the one thing they both long for?
PURCHASE LINKS:
Changeling Press: https://www.changelingpress.com/don-t-give-in-darkest-desires-2-b-2764
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I never met a man whose presence alone made me lose all train of thought. Mute. Total brain shut down because of raging hormonal takeover. He looked like a young Jude Law with those lips, that jaw, and mischievous green eyes… Someone jostled me from behind as the subway train jerked into motion again, pressing me even tighter against the hotness who’d stolen my tongue. I stared up -- at least a foot -- at his gorgeous face. A model’s face. Absolute perfection. His lips quirked. Oh God… Forget a panty-melting smile. We’re talking lethal, instantly burst into flames, incinerating crooked smirk. “Hey.” His low, sexy voice with just a hint of southern twang quivered through my belly. I nearly swooned and locked my knees to keep upright. My arms in front of me, cell phone in hand, pressed against his rock-hard pecs encased in a gray-green Henley. Still smiling, his eyes twinkling with an “I know what I do to you” knowing glint, he plucked my phone from my fingers. I didn’t have a screen lock. He swiped and tapped while I stared at his mouth, the din of voices and rush of the metal on metal train a din in my ears. He licked his lower lip. Sucked that plump temptation between his teeth. Good God Almighty. He pulled a ringing cell from his back pocket, smirked at me again, swiped, and tucked it back while sliding mine once more between my fingers that still rested on his chest. “Charles Center Station,” a voice squawked over the train’s speaker. The car jerked again, and his palms burned through my scrubs at my waist as he steadied me. One squeeze on my left hip bone, and the sexy mystery man moved off with the crowd exiting the swished-open doors. For the first time in five years, I’d gotten on a different car of the Metro. Not the first one in line like always. No. I’d been late because of fighting with Kyle and hopped through the closest open train door. I craned my neck to watch the mystery man through the hazy window. He disappeared into the throng of the early morning madness of people vying for the escalator to take them up into Baltimore. A step took me closer to the window. Our gazes collided as he glided upward, and awareness of my need swept through me. Desire like I’d never known. He disappeared from sight. The breath fled from my lungs, and I deflated. Holy shit… I glanced down at my phone, double tapped with a shaking finger, and swiped to bring the screen up. Devon Smith. He’d added his contact info. He’d also called his phone from mine so he’d have my number. I shouldn’t have been giddy, dumbstruck like a teenage girl. I was practically engaged for Christ’s sake, to a man as vanilla as the bean. As boring and safe as I could find. Kyle had left our townhouse in Owings Mills that morning at the same time I had. Travel mugs of coffee in our hands, a peck on the cheek in an attempt at normalcy after our fight, going different directions for most of the day. Devon… I glanced at his name on my cell’s screen again and groaned. “Next stop… Johns Hopkins Hospital,” the squawker sounded again. And a long ass day sucking dark red blood into vials. Shaking my head, I drew a deep breath trying to fortify myself and bring my wayward hormones back in line with the calm existence I’d chosen to keep myself out of trouble. My college years hadn’t gone so well, partying with my bestie, underage drinking. Typical “finding yourself” youngster stuff, but my choices had caused serious damage. I stepped off the train and paused as people pushed past me. Jaw clenched, trying to rein in my mind, I shot off a text to my long-time, live-in boyfriend. Sorry about this morning. Looking forward to tonight’s party. A little heart-eyed emoji accompanied my words because it would help soothe things over -- not because of any lovey-dovey bubbles in my belly -- and I turned my thoughts on the sequined, blue dress I’d gotten for his company’s dinner that night. A twenty-five year celebration of their existence -- and an excuse to get dolled up, something Kyle and I never did. Then again, we never did anything out of the norm. I’d grown antsy the previous couple of months, especially since Kyle dealt with major stress at work and oftentimes got short with me for no reason whatsoever, just like what had happened that morning. But we’d been together for so long. We’d settled into a comfortable relationship, one that wasn’t all passion and rainbows, but hey… at least we had each other. I forced a smile onto my face and pushed into the office. Chatting with co-workers and patients who needed to have blood drawn and sent to the lab needed to be my focus. A ho-hum job, one I didn’t mind, one that paid my half of the bills. Telling myself that Devon Smith had simply been a blip on my life’s radar sounded like a lie to my own inner ear. © Lynn Burke 2018
Other books in the Darkes Desires Series: Don't Let Go, DD 1
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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Without Reservation
Sandy Ridge 1
By Lynn Burke
Heat Level: 4
Release Date: September 19, 2019
Keywords: MMF, Menage, Erotic, Contemporary, Romance, Series, HEA, Novella
*Be warned: Multiple partners (MMF), anal sex, double penetration
Art studio vandalized and her mother in a fresh grave, Meg Winters heads off on vacation with her two best friends. She hopes for peace from her grief and the return of her muse. She doesnât expect to run into the two men she idolizes, Trevor and Jack, the secretive wonders of the art world whose work sheâs long admired. She certainly doesnât expect them to be sex-on-legs gorgeous and determined to fulfill her number one sexual fantasy. They not only awaken her slumbering body, but also her creativity and the life she used to wield with her brushes. However, Meg carries a secret of her own which holds her back from surrendering herself fully to their desires. Will Trevor and Jack be able to overcome her reservations, or will the truth of her past ruin their chance for love?
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Megâs gaze dropped to Jackâs full lips. âMaybe just one kiss,â she heard herself say.
He captured her lips without hesitation, sending a rush of heat and goosebumps skittering across her skin. His soft lips swept across hers as his hand slipped up her back and grabbed hold of her hair, angling her head toward him.
The brush of his tongue along her lips sent a spasm through her pussy, and a moan rose to her throat.
Trevor leaned into her, his open-mouth kisses dampening her neck as Jack continued his languid assault on her mouth. Tasting. Licking.
One manâs hand in her hair, the otherâs on her waist, one on each thigh, rubbing, slowing inching upward.
Meg tore her lips from Jacks, heaving for breath, eyelids clenched shut.
One kiss, sheâd said. She hadnât expected a long, drawn-out kiss that would make her body quake with need.
âCome over to our cabin with us,â Trevor said, his low voice rumbling in her ear, his thumb drawing circles mid-thigh on her bare skin. âCheck off your number one bucket list item.â
Jack nibbled along her jaw to her other ear. A shiver slid down to her toes as he squeezed her other thigh. âIâ¦I c-canât.â
âDoes the thought of Trevor and I together turn you off?â Jack asked, nibbling her earlobe.
A huff of laughter flew past Megâs lips as the two men continued their assault on her senses. âI saw you kissing on your back patio the other night.â The words escaped her parted lips, unintended.
Trevor nipped her skin in the hollow beneath her ear. âHow did that make you feel?â
âAroused,â she whispered, eyes still shut tight. They pulled answers from her easier thanâ¦
âI was thinking about you while fucking Jack.â
A rush of moisture soaked her panties at Trevorâs low, rumbled confession against the hollow beneath her ear. âI-I heard you.â
âDid you touch yourself?â Jack asked against the corner of her mouth, his sweet breath fanning her lips.
Meg swallowed. âYes.â
âDid you come?â
âYes,â she whispered.
Both men groaned.
âCome to our cabin with us,â Jack said. âPlease.â
Meg thought sheâd known what temptation was, but the war raging between her body and mind put a whole new meaning to the word.
© 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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Blurb: Photographer's assistant, Audri secretly crushes on cover model Carson. When an impromptu photo shoot lands her in his arms, she'll discover she's not the only one with secret desires. But with past pain and obstacles in their path, will barriers break down allowing them to trust... to love?
Excerpt: She raked her gaze over his torso where his white dress shirt protested across his impressive chest and wide shoulders, pushing the limits of how far the material could be stretched. Her fingers itched to smooth out the creases, or better yet, undo every last button and free him from the garment. Oh, to have her hands on his glorious skin. She had to clench her fists at her sides as she took a fortifying breath to center herself. Audri’s gaze ventured back to his eyes as she slowly sauntered toward him, over-emphasizing the sway in her hips. She never broke eye contact and was pleased to see a flash of shock register on his face. What she witnessed next nearly had her tripping in her heals. Was that desire on his face? Desire? Impossible! Audri’s pulse raced as she watched his eyes question, almost begging, pleading for her to come to him. He sat up straighter as he uncrossed his legs, planting his feet on the ground while his hands gripped the edge of the desk. Her careful steps led her closer and closer as she tried to push aside the uncertainty of her actions. She wanted him to see she wasn’t intimidated by him—no matter how much she really was intimidated by him. All else around her faded away as Audri focused on Carson, feeling like David facing off with Goliath. Even with him in his seated position, his imposing form still seemed to tower over her. She tried not to let that bother her in the least as she stepped right up between his legs, bringing her body within inches of his. Still keeping his gaze, she was rewarded with another hint of surprise before his stare smoldered. Audri swore she could feel the heat radiating off his body, and suddenly she didn’t miss her sweater so much. She boldly reached out to place her hands behind Carson’s head, her nails lightly scraping his neck, wishing she could release the strands of his lush hair from its confines. She could’ve sworn she felt a shudder roll through him as he closed his eyes and released a shaky breath. When he opened his eyes and smiled, sweet and warm, the heat she now felt threatened to melt her into a puddle of goo. Ever so slowly, as if not to spook her, Carson brought an arm around her waist while his other hand slowly trailed across her outer arm and down her side. His fingers danced tenderly across her exposed flesh, his touch eliciting tiny shivers as it simultaneously fired her up. The arm snuggling her waist felt like a branding iron, leaving its mark of unrelenting fiery heat. Her entire body began to burn as he pulled her impossibly closer, his powerful thighs encasing her hips and the smooth silk of his shirt grazing her exposed cleavage. As their breaths increased, mingled, Audri was certain she could hear the frantic beat of their hearts pounding in sync. She splayed her fingers around Carson’s neck, kneading his flesh, feeling the tense muscles slowly relaxing beneath her touch. Focusing on the steady caress of his hands on her back, she couldn’t look away from the softness in his eyes. She licked her lips, suddenly parched, wishing she could steal the moisture from his mouth with a kiss. And when his gaze shifted to her lips then back to her eyes, maybe he thought the same as he mimicked her move, swiping his tongue across his plump lower lip. Audri disguised her groan with a remark she knew sounded much too needy. “Are you ready for this?” EP link: https://tinyurl.com/y7zo3bwc Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/yb8yfrzr While working as a dental hygienist for over 18 years, Laura's been writing for many more. Just last year her publishing dreams came true, with the majority of her titles published with Evernight Publishing. When not writing, she's reading, acting goofy with her hubby of twenty-eight years, or watching college football. Learn more about her and all the places your can follow her by visiting her contact page at https://www.laurambairdauthor.com Publisher: Evernight Teen Cover Artist: Jay Aheer Release Date: October 2018 All Mya ever wanted was to date golden boy Prescott Monroe, captain of the football team, loved by the entire school. But when she gets her wish, it isn’t long before she realizes that things are not all as they seem. The guy everyone in her school loves is hiding something, and there’s a darkness in his eyes that only she seems to see. Can she get away before it’s too late? Ryder James has earned his label as Central High’s bad boy, and he relishes the title. It gives him a different girl at the snap of his fingers, and more parties than he could ever hope to attend. But the one thing he’s always wanted and knows he can never have—the untouchable Mya Henderson. Until one fateful morning Mya’s world changes forever, leaving her completely shattered, and Ryder suddenly isn’t the bad boy everyone’s warned her away from. Instead, he’s her knight in shining armor. Add to GoodreadsABOUT CHARITY WESTCharity West is a young adult/new adult romance author who has always had her head in the clouds. She had her first crush when she was four, and it lasted for six years. Then she quickly fell head over heels for another boy, until she had to move away and leave him behind. Jumping from one boy to another, she finally found a keeper when she was twenty, and she’s been married to him ever since. By the time Charity was twelve, she was sneaking her mother’s Harlequin romances and reading them in secret when she was supposed to be asleep. Teased throughout middle school and high school for the bodice ripper covers on the books she openly read in class, she knew that one day she wanted to write her own happily-ever-afters. Find Charity Online: Facebook Website/Blog Evernight TeenNOW AVAILABLE AT ONLINE RETAILERS Publisher: Changeling Press Cover Artist: Bryan Keller Genres/Themes: Contemporary Romance, MC Romance, Silver Fox (older hero), New Adult, Interracial Delphine: Six years ago, I did something really bad, and it chased away the guy I’ve been in lust with ever since my hormones had kicked in. I’d been a stupid teen, and I’d paid the price. But now I need help, and there’s nowhere for me to go except straight to the Dixie Reapers, and the one man who probably never wants to see me again. If Zipper won’t help me, then I’m as good as dead. I’m willing to pay any price, and I will give him anything he wants. Is it wrong that I hope, at least a little, that all this ends up with me in his bed? I’ve never stopped wanting him, and I know I never will. Zipper: The teen girl who had turned my life upside down now wants my help. If nothing else, I owe it to her dad, legendary tattoo artist Hwan Lee, my mentor, the man who gave me a chance when no one else would. He’s really the reason I left all those years ago. I couldn’t disrespect him by claiming what I wanted. Delphine. Not to mention my ass would have ended up in jail. Now she’s here, and she says I can have anything. Naughty girl. Didn’t anyone ever tell her not to tempt the devil? Because soon, I’ll have her right where I want her -- under me and screaming my name -- and I’m never letting her go. As for the men trying to kill her, it’s only a matter of time before they breathe their last. No one hurts my woman. NOTE: No Cliffhanger. No Cheating. Guaranteed HEA. Spanking. Sex Toys. SNEAK PEEKCopyright ©2018 Harley Wylde/Jessica Coulter Smith Delphine I hadn’t seen Mason in so damn long, and I wasn’t certain my presence would be welcome even now. I’d had a crush on him for as long as I could remember, even when I’d just been a little girl. My daddy had always taken me to work with him, and I’d gotten to know all the guys at his shop over the years, but it had always been Mason who fascinated me. As I grew, my feelings for him changed from that of a little girl to a young woman. It was my fault he’d left, even though I’d never told anyone, and never would. If my dad had ever found out what I’d done… I took a steadying breath as I stared at the gates of the Dixie Reapers’ compound. No one knew I was here, and I wanted to keep it that way. I was in some serious shit right now, and it wasn’t fair to drop it on Mason’s doorstep, but I didn’t know where else to go. There was no one in my life I trusted right now, not even my own family. No, especially not my own family. Some slut with three kids had convinced my dad to marry her a few years ago, and I’d been pushed to the side. I’d quickly understood how Cinderella must have felt, being given all the crap jobs around the house and shop, and getting nothing in return. At least, as long as I was under the step-monster’s roof I wasn’t getting anything. Moving out helped a bit. Things were different now, though, and not in a good way. Before Dad had died, I’d moved out. He’d been helping me pay rent, though, so I could be a nicer area. After his death, that helped came to a screeching halt, and I’d been forced to move into a not-so-great place. I’d found out at the reading of Dad’s will that he had apparently left his shop in my care if anything ever happened to him, along with half his life insurance policy. My step-monster only received fifty thousand dollars and the house, which I’d been told had a second mortgage on it. Needless to say, the woman wasn’t happy and would stop at nothing to get her hands on my inheritance. It had taken a while for everything to get sorted out and my inheritance actually handed over to me. I wasn’t certain if I wanted to thank my dad for trying to take care of me at the very end, or scream at him for putting me in this position. Legally, there wasn’t a damn thing that Tia could do about the shop and money. But then, she’d never been one to follow the rules. I’d noticed some questionable-looking men following me lately, and I wondered if maybe she’d hired someone to do something to me. Especially after a few unexplained accidents happened. According to my dad’s lawyer, if anything happened to me, the money and shop would go to Tia. It had been a provision in my dad’s will apparently, stating that unless I was married with children, then step-mommy-dearest would inherit if I were to die. And since I wasn’t married and didn’t have any kids to leave the money to… yeah, I was pretty much screwed. I didn’t see how that could possibly be legal in this day and age, but what the hell did I know? The gates mocked me as I stared at them. I could see the shadow of a man standing just on the other side, likely a guard of some sort. He hadn’t called out to me, but then I hadn’t exactly gotten any closer either. I took another breath to steady my nerves and approached, putting one foot in front of the other. My fingers wrapped around the iron bars and I stared at the man on the other side. He eyed me up and down, giving me time to look him over too. He seemed to be a few years older than me. “You here to party with the club?” he asked. “I’m here to see… Zipper.” I hated that fucking name. To me, he was Mason, would always be Mason. Or maybe it was why he had that name that I hated so much. He’d been part of the Dixie Reapers even when he’d worked for my dad. Then he’d left and opened his own shop. The only times I’d seen him since then were glimpses around town, but I’d always hidden and kept my distance, knowing he probably hated me. “He expecting you?” the guy asked. “No. He used to work for my dad. Please, it’s important that I see him. I’m not here to cause trouble.” The guy snorted and made a shooing motion. “Sorry, doll, but if you aren’t expected, you’re not getting in. You’re either an old lady, or you’re here to suck cock. And since it appears neither applies to you, you can just turn around and walk away.” “But you don’t understand…” He pointed again toward the driveway. There was only one way I was getting inside, but I didn’t know if I had the courage to follow through. I rubbed my hands up and down my denim-clad thighs and blew out a breath. “Then maybe I’m here to party,” I said, wishing immediately that I could call back the words. The man’s eyebrows rose, and he opened the gate. I cautiously walked past him, a little worried he might reach out and grab me, maybe force me to suck his cock. I hadn’t ever done something like that before, and the thought of sucking off a complete stranger made my stomach bubble and flip. I hurried toward the clubhouse and raced up the wooden steps. When I reached the door, I slowly pushed it open. Music and smoke battered at my senses as I stepped inside. My eyes went wide when I saw the mostly, and in some cases completely, naked women prancing around. A few couples were openly having sex in front of everyone, and my heart started racing in fear. What the hell had I gotten myself into? And did I really want to see Mason in this setting? I knew he wasn’t an angel by any means, but I didn’t like the thought of him being with all these women. I caught sight of him toward the end of the bar, his Dixie Reapers leather cut looking every bit as sexy on him as I’d thought it did six years ago. I felt a tingle working its way through my body, and my nipples hardened as I got closer to him. A few people jostled me along the way, but I forged ahead, hoping like hell I hadn’t made a huge mistake... |
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