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September 9, 2019



Cameron & Rylan (A Chance Meeting Novel Book One)

Valerie Ullmer



Genre:  New Adult M/M Romance



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Cameron Hayes believed himself to be a dedicated friend and a good son but destined to be alone.  Because in his twenty-one years, he’d never fallen for anyone.  Dating never appealed to him when he would rather spend a night at home.  Despite his friend’s best intentions for Cameron to find a hookup for the night, he stayed at the bar as he nursed a beer.  And that’s when Cameron spotted him and everything he knew evaporated with one look.

Rylan Ellis wanted one night out without complications.  To forget about his overwhelming responsibilities and stress at home.  He loved to lose himself in the music and ignore everyone around him.  But when he happened a glance at the bar and spotted the tall, broad, and sexy-as-sin man, he felt drawn to him.

Soon, Cameron and Rylan learn about each other and establish their lives together.  They also have to deal with a group of well-meaning friends, loving parents, and unexpected friendships.  But most of all, a dangerous threat that could tear their lives apart.

Will a chance meeting turn into something more?

This novel contains heavy attraction at first sight and first-time gay sex between two men.  There is no cheating or cliffhangers and ends with a happily ever after.



EXCERPT



“Are you okay?”

Rylan swallowed at Cameron’s concern and nodded.  “Are you sure you still want me to move in?”  The look of concern on Cameron’s face made his throat feel tight.

“I want you safe but more than that, I want you in my life.  I still want you very much to move in with me.”

“Yes to both.  I… I want that.”

Cameron’s gaze dropped to his mouth and paused for a long minute before he met Rylan’s gaze.  “Can I kiss you?”

Oh, yes, please.

Unable to force the words past his throat, he nodded instead.

Rylan not knowing what to expect, couldn’t prevent the shiver when Cameron cupped his face.  He moaned aloud when Cameron’s lips grazed over his lower one.  Cameron took his time exploring, searching and yet not deepening the kiss as he passed over Rylan’s lips with his own.

“Rylan,” Cameron breathed.

“Please.”

That one word was all it took.

“I’ve wanted nothing more.”  Cameron tilted his mouth as he pressed their lips together, causing Rylan’s entire world to tilt on its axis.

Rylan gripped Cameron’s hips tighter in his hold, pulling him closer, as Cameron slid his tongue over the seam of his lips, asking for permission to enter.  Rylan eagerly opened, savoring the taste of peppermint and black coffee as Cameron deepened the kiss and stole Rylan’s breath in the same moment.

When they broke off and dragged in deep breaths, Cameron moved his lips behind his ear before he explored Rylan’s neck.  Rylan tilted his head back, giving him access and drawing sensations from his untried body that left him throbbing.

Rylan never knew his neck and the area behind his ear would turn him into mush.  He bit his lip to prevent a moan from escaping his throat, but Cameron bit his earlobe and spoke.

“Let me hear you.”

“You’re driving me crazy.”

“Now you know how I felt the moment I spotted you on the dance floor.  For me, that’s saying something.”

Before Rylan could form a thought to reply, Cameron moved his mouth over Rylan’s and he lost himself to the sensations that shivered throughout his body.  Cameron’s growl absorbed his moan as he deepened the kiss, pulling him closer to his hard body.

Rylan’s eyes fluttered closed, unable to keep his eyes on the sexy-as-sin sight of Cameron’s flushed face.  The kiss turned into an inferno and Rylan could feel his cock swelling in his sweats and he knew if Cameron stepped closer, he would experience Rylan’s excitement first hand.

He opened for Cameron’s exploration and instead of the intense sensations of an aggressive kiss, Cameron’s slowed his movements as his tongue explored him until he was panting and all thoughts disappeared.  There were only the sensations Cameron drew from him.



ABOUT AUTHOR



Valerie writes paranormal and contemporary romances with strong alpha males and brilliant, beautiful heroines. She lives in Denver, Colorado with her wonderfully supportive husband and their funny and wise black lab. She's addicted to coffee, crime shows, and reading and writing character driven romances.



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August 6, 2019



NINE CONQUERING REASONS TO SURRENDER


Filled with action and suspense, this summer’s hottest beach read comes in the shape of Vikings!

Battle-hardened and broad-chested, with arms strong enough to sweep you off your feet, these warriors are pure muscle, with shoulders built for carrying you to bed.

Congratulations to the nine authors who've created this shared-world series of supreme alpha hotness: Ashe Barker, Lily Harlem, Felicity Brandon, Gianna Simone, Vanessa Brooks, Sassa Daniels, Sky Purington, Emmanuelle de Maupassant and Jane Burrelli.  




A tiny Scottish settlement at the mercy of its enemies.

A harrowing bargain struck for nine fearful and reluctant brides.

Delivered into Viking hands, the brides of Achnaryrie now belong to their conquering masters but, as wedding nights bring surrender to duty, will fierce lovers also surrender their hearts?

The Highland wilderness is savage, life is perilous, and the future uncertain, but each Viking has sworn protection, and there are no lengths to which a man will not go to safeguard the woman he loves.

Against the forbidding backdrop of medieval Scotland, join these indomitable heroes and intrepid heroines as they discover that the raging storms of fear and passion can transform into enduring devotion.



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Teaser snippets from the Prologue

The Vikings were merciless, murdering barbarians. And they were here.
With a despairing sob, Eithne turned from the sight below. She could still run, might be able to make it into the depths of the forest before the first of the raiders reached the village. She had perhaps a few minutes…

“To take up arms against men such as them would lead to certain death.”
“Better to die with honour—”
“Better still not to die at all. I have another idea. We shall negotiate.”
“By your presence here, I surmise you wish to speak with me.” He leaned down to murmur in her ear. “Or, if you prefer, there is still time to run for your life.”
“You would catch me,” she countered.
“Aye, probably.”
“And kill me.”
“It may not come to that."
Intrigued, amused, and not a little astonished, Brandr folded his arms to regard her. “A bargain? You seek to bargain with me?”
“I do.” 
The female held his gaze, an accomplishment which eluded many of his most hardened warriors. His respect for her audacity and fortitude nudged upwards. “Go on.”

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July 29, 2019
Talented author, Alyssa Bailey has a new release!  Readers are loving CAMILLE'S SECOND CHANCE - "This was a great read. The element of mystery and threat kept you guessing and once you start the book it's impossible to put down." Amazon reviewer

This captivating, sexy romance is guaranteed to please fans of the 'Daddy' genre. Book two in Alyssa's Clearwater Ranch series can be read as a stand alone.







Blurb



“We’re going to the ranch. This Daddy is taking care of all his little ones.”



Before she was twenty-one, Camille Hendrix had been lied to, cheated on, assaulted twice, forced into a loveless marriage, divorced, and left to fend for herself with one baby and another on the way. She had also been loved by a man she left without a word of explanation and missed every day of her life. Now, with a nursing degree and two preschoolers she was determined to return to her hometown and make a life, if possible, with the only man she ever loved. But was it too much to ask? Someone in town thought so.



Sawyer Knight was the most sought-after playboy in three counties and probably more. Everyone knew the woman he loved had suddenly left town without a word. Since then, Sawyer could be seen most weekends at the Whet Whistle, kicking up dust, getting toasted, and going home with a different woman. No woman was permanent in his life and Sawyer made that known loud and clear, until Cami came back to town. She was divorced, a mother, and life weary but when he laid eyes on her in his brother’s house, she was still the most beautiful, feisty woman he’d ever seen. Maybe more than ever because her strength of character shone through the battle scars and his heart immediately yearned for her. If he claimed her this time, he wouldn’t let her go without a fight. It seemed the first opponent had already entered the ring.



This is book two in the Clearwater Ranch series but can be enjoyed as a standalone.



Publisher’s Note: This contemporary western romance is intended for adults only. It contains elements of mystery, suspense, sensual scenes and power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.



Excerpt (PG-17 spanking)



“What have I always said about keeping the truth from me?”



“I’m not. Honest.” She leaned into his t-shirt covered chest. He couldn’t really know.



“Is that your last answer, baby girl?”



“Yes, because it’s the truth.”



 Her heart was beating faster, she knew it, and her head was beginning to pound as it always did when she lied to him. She wasn’t lying, she told herself, it really wasn’t anything. Normal stuff. Nothing out of the ordinary.



“I’m glad you have decided to be naughty, baby, because I’ve wanted to heat this bottom up for several weeks. From the first night you appeared at Piper and Jackson’s house, actually.” Camille attempted to step back but only her feet moved. Sawyer had her held tight to him. “Let’s get you into position.”

“No, you can’t possibly believe that I’ll allow you to spank me like you used to, Sawyer. I’m an adult. I have children.”



“No? Are you telling your daddy, no?”



Camille heard the demanding words and her core clenched, her belly flexed, her mouth went dry. “Yes. I am telling you no way.” Her voice sounded like sandpaper.



“I’ve missed your sass, honey.”



Picking her up and sitting on the edge of the bed, he had her over his knee way too fast. He took some time to brush her hair out of the way and rub circles on her back before he moved down to pat her bare bottom. Camille could feel the chill raise bumps on her skin and the shiver that came with it uncontrolled.



“We have some things to discuss, sweetheart. This is as good a place to do as any.”



“Sawyer,” she rasped, “the children.”



“Are asleep, did I not tell you that? The walls and doors are heavy. And before you bring up Walker or Belinda, they won’t be back for a while. And even if they were, Belinda’s bedroom is off the kitchen and Walker has moved downstairs so he doesn’t wake the kids up when he gets in the shower at five in the morning.”



“Sawyer, please,” Camille begged him to change his mind although her contrary body was aching for him to continue.



“As I was saying, we’re going to talk about a few things. The first is when you found out you were pregnant why didn’t you call me?”



“I told you I didn’t think he was yours. I thought since we hadn’t had sex in two months, it was likely to be Aiden’s. Besides, my parents wanted me to leave town before anyone could figure it out. And I thought you wouldn’t want me.” His hand landed on her bottom, sizzling it good. “Please, Sawyer, that hurts.”



“Then I haven’t lost my touch.”





Author Bio



Alyssa Bailey is a USA Today and International best-selling author. She loves writing realistic romance for the naughty in all of us. Power exchange adventures between strong, intelligent, sassy women who aren’t afraid to make a stand and men confident enough to give his woman space, but Alpha enough to keep her safe despite her choices is a common theme.



Family and community is important to Alyssa and it’s one reason she loves series. She is expanding her horizons and comfort zone with every new book; that’s exciting. Sometimes, suspense and mystery stirs the plot, other times, it’s crazy day to day angst and danger. Whatever goes on before, there’s always a happily ever after ending.







You can find Alyssa online:




Twitter: @blushingalyssa





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Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/alyssabaileyromance/



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Also by Alyssa Bailey and Blushing Books:






Liam & Jocelyn's Story






Ciaran and Katherine's Story






Quinlan and Cheyenne's Story






Kelli and Parker’s Story








Cián and Molly’s Story


Freeing Molly, Cián O’Connor Book 2

Forever Molly, Cián O’Connor Book3



Lords and Little Ladies Series:




Lord Kendrick Commands (Book 4) TBA



Safe and Secure Series:




Clearwater Ranch Series





Lone Wind Series:











Anthologies


Heroes Undercover










July 15, 2019

If you're a fan of Libby Campbell's ROMANCING THE COAST SERIES, check out this complete set of all three titles for one low price!  Features Seeing Ronnie, Holding Cynthia & Trusting Ingrid.







Three wilful, sassy women meet their matches when sexy alpha men decide it’s time someone taught them a little respect.

Blurb:



In the beautiful Pacific Northwest, three feisty women are living happy lives of financial independence and social autonomy.

None of them are aware of the storms gathering on the edges of their orderly worlds, about to challenge everything they thought they wanted from life.

The winds of change arrive in the shape of three sexy alpha men.

These men shun political correctness as they seek to challenge, conquer, protect, and possess the strong gorgeous women who intimidate mere mortals.



Blurb by book:



Seeing Ronnie:



Aloof and beautiful, society blogger Ronnie Flynn only agrees to go out with Del Franklin because he has an invitation to the biggest social event of the year. But it means spending a weekend with him on gorgeous Seguro Island. Before that weekend is over, Ronnie is in deeper than she ever imagined possible. Enthralled by her beauty and intelligence but less impressed with her snark, Del decides the only thing she needs to make her a good partner is a lesson in manners. That’s a lesson he’s happy to deliver, as often as she needs it.



Holding Cynthia:


Cynthia is about to move to the West Coast to be closer her daughter. As her plane touches down in her new city, she steels herself for the new life ahead. When she finds Antony, someone she thinks of as a dear friend, waiting at the arrivals gate, a wave of gratitude and desire floods through her.

She is tired and aching beyond all memory, so Antony takes charge. Very quickly, he realizes there is something wrong, very wrong, with Cynthia’s health. He insists that she see a doctor.

She says he is overprotective. He agrees. He is also determined to look after her if she won’t look after herself. A trip over his knee shakes Cynthia to the core. In spite of herself she likes – she wants – this loving correction.

Is Antony too much, too soon, or is he just what the doctor ordered?



Trusting Ingrid:


Ingrid Nickel doesn’t want to go into rehab. Again. She tried it once but it didn’t work.

When she meets Lachlan Morrison, the connection is electric. She sees a handsome man, directing and challenging, who won’t be intimidated by a powerful woman like her. He sees a woman whose bluster and sarcasm is a cover for something deep inside her that is badly broken.

The daughter of a grifter, Ingrid has grown up street-wise and lawless. Lachlan has rescued more than one creature whose bark was worse than its bite.

Will his stern, loving magic work on Ingrid?





Disclaimer: The Romancing the Coast boxset contains fantasy themes appropriate for mature readers only. Nothing in collection should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual sexual activity.


Excerpts (ages 18+):



Seeing Ronnie:



[Del catches Ronnie snooping at the house where they are attending the engagement party]



“Let’s put it this way, you can take a spanking and we’ll draw a line under this incident.” Del stepped closer to her. “Or I can march you downstairs, past all the guests, and we’ll show Simon how I just found you and what you had in your hand.”

Ronnie pictured all the gathered dignitaries: people of wealth and influence from all walks of life. Politicians, business people, artists, dancers, writers, musicians, all milling around downstairs. Everyone who was anyone for a hundred miles was at this party.

Her face burned at the thought of the public humiliation. She’d be ridiculed for months to come.

“Okay I’ll take the stupid spanking—on one condition.”

“Which is?”

“You can’t tell a soul.” Her voice came out wheedling, but his expression didn’t change. In the midst of her anger and bluster, another sensation simmered, a strange, tangled response to his threat, to the way he stood in front of her, his face stony and resolute.

Moistness dampened her panties and her nipples tightened.

Del seated himself at the end of the bed. “That’s fair enough. For now. If you behave for the rest of the day, you have my word that this will stay between the two of us. Now take off your hat, lift your skirt, and lie across my knees. You may leave your panties on. This time.”

“This time?” she snorted. “Like you really think this is ever going to happen again?” Ronnie’s face was so hot she was sure it would combust.

“The longer it takes you to present yourself, the worse this is going to be.” Del’s voice dropped to an ominous level.

She glanced around the room to make sure no one could see or hear what was about to take place. Without asking Del, she darted over to the French doors leading to the upstairs balcony and closed them, shutting out the murmur of laughter and conversation drifting up from the lawn below. She hoped fervently that she had also cut off any noise from the bedroom travelling the other way.

When she got back to where Del sat, her mouth dry and palms sweating, she fumbled her hat off and placed it on the chair by the fireplace. Her long red hair fell across her face, partly shielding the embarrassed blush coloring her cheeks.

“I’ve never been spanked before,” she said in a mouse-like voice and hated herself for her timidity. She stood before him, staring at her feet.

“Then you’re overdue, aren’t you?” Del took her hands in his. He brought one then the other to his lips before looking up at her and speaking again. “This will hurt but it won’t be anything you can’t bear. If it really gets to be too much, simply say safeword and I will stop. Then we will have to find another way for you to pay for your misbehavior. I think you’ll find that a spanking is the fastest and easiest way to atone. Do you agree?”

Ronnie nodded, biting her lip.



Holding Cynthia



[Antony is about to give Cynthia a massage after her bath. He knows she is unwell and wants her to take better care of herself.]



“Not yet,” he said. “Lie down on your stomach. I told you I’m a bit of a masseuse.” He threw back the covers. “You’re about to get the full Antony Jacobson treatment.”

She didn’t argue even though her sulky face said she wasn’t happy about being nude. Too bad, he liked her that way. She had a beautiful body. Not perfect like a younger woman’s, but one that satisfied the Japanese definition of beauty called wabi-sabi, an appreciation of life’s imperfections and impermanence. Cynthia was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen.

Pouring oil onto his palm, he rubbed his hands together to heat it. He started at the base of her spine, gently moving up toward her shoulders. “I’m just doing a bit of effleurage to warm and ease your muscles. I’m not going to do anything too dramatic today. I’m not skillful enough to give you what you really need. That’s okay because you’ll get more appointments with Tiffany [the massage therapist] and give me the dates and times so I can make sure I get you there.”

Cynthia’s face was turned sideways on the pillow. Her garbled reply was something like, “I don’t know if I have time for more appointments.”

He stopped massaging and with an oily hand smacked her right butt cheek. Hard.

“If you don’t have time for Tiffany, you’re going to collect a whole more of those from me, understood?”

Silence.

Slap.

“I said, understood?”

“Yes! I understand. You’re ruining a perfectly good massage.”

“No, you are by not answering me appropriately. Remember rule number one: look after yourself?” His hands trailed from her shoulders down to her waist. She said nothing. Antony stopped massaging

Cynthia said quickly, “Yes, I remember.”

“After watching you today, I’ve decided rule number one is look after yourself and engage in a program of aggressive self-care.”

“Aggressive self-care?” she said it like a question.

“By that I mean you should carve out at least one to two hours a day when you do nothing but look after yourself. That might be napping or going for a walk. It might just be reading a book. Find the things that you want to do, that keep you centered. Be sure to include exercise, massages when you need them and preparing proper meals, to make sure you’re getting a decent diet. Tu me comprends?”

She smiled at his use of the familiar noun-verb combination.

“Yes, I understand. I understand that your accent isn’t improving.”

Antony smiled too, before smacking each buttock cheek half a dozen times. She tried to put her hands back to stop him but he was too fast.

“This is just the beginning of some changes in your life that you may not like. But you will adapt to them or risk a lot more time over my knee. Laugh all you like but my rules are only going to get firmer.” He started massaging the tops of her thighs. “You up to the challenge?”

“Ha. I know I am, but what about you?” she teased.

“There’s nothing I’d rather do with my time.”



Trusting Ingrid



“So you can trust me, we should have a safe word.”

“Safe word?” her voice was almost inaudible.

“Yes, a word you can say to tell me that you’ve had enough. When you simply cannot stand another second of what I’m doing to you.”

“So I can stop the spanking whenever I want?”

“That’s not the intention, but of course you could. Just as you could stop the intimacy between us whenever you want. One won’t necessarily lead to the other, but any overuse of the safe word would undermine what the spankings are all about. If you use the safe word more than once, that would very likely end our relationship.” He hugged her a little tighter. “The safe word is only meant to be used in extreme circumstances. It’s an escape hatch. You wouldn’t use it any more than you’d call 911 because you couldn’t get a taxi on a wet day. The word will be there to help you, not carry you past some minor level of discomfort. I have years of spanking experience. Believe me, I have a fair idea of how much you’ll be able to bear.”

Ingrid digested what he was saying, wishing to hell that he’d just get on with it and stop making her think so much. She was thrumming from the mere idea of being over his knee. Didn’t he warn her that cock teasing would get her spanked? How was it fair that he could make her so horny and do nothing about it without consequences?

“What do you want to use as your safe word?”

“I have to choose one?” This was too damned hard already. She had to consent to the spanking. On top of that, she had to choose her own freaking safe word? Then she had to not use it in case that convinced him that she was trying to stop more than the spanking?

She wasn’t prepared for any of this, no more than she was prepared for the way he seemed to be taking over her life. “I don’t know. I can’t think of one just like that, like pulling ideas out of the

air.”

Lachlan chuckled. “You’re pretty defenseless already, aren’t you? Okay I’ll choose one for you. How about rescue.

“Yes, that’s just fine. Thank you very much.”

Lachlan unwrapped his arms from around her, and taking her wrist, spun her to face him.

After what they’d just talked about, she couldn’t look him in the eye.

“You’re all shy now are you, lass?” For a second his voice took on the strong Scottish accent that frequently crept into Glyn’s speech.

Ingrid’s body vibrated in response. Let’s get the spanking over with, she thought. I can’t wait for the main feature.

Lachlan reached for her cardigan, pushing it off her shoulder. “It’s time for you to strip so we can start today’s session.”

“Strip?” She tried to wriggle away, but Lachlan caught her wrist in a tight grip. “Yes, strip. For one thing I want to feast my eyes on your gorgeous body. For another, being naked is a deeper form of submission. Laying yourself bare is an important ritual that says you accept what is coming.” Ingrid bristled, successfully wrenching away from him this time.

“All my clothes?”

She liked the word relationship. She wasn’t so fond of the word strip.

Lachlan stepped past her, closer to the fire. “Okay. It’s your first time. I think naked from the waist down will be enough. Then you will come over here.”

He pushed an ottoman in front of the hearth. “You will kneel in front of this, your bottom facing the fire, your upper body pressed into the top of it. Now you know the reason for the raised hearth; it delivers heat to upraised buttocks without scorching the lower legs or feet.”

“It was designed with that thought in mind?”

“Absolutely. Glyn and I discussed it at length.”

The image of Glyn and Lachlan analyzing the correct height to set a hearth, so a fire could pre-heat a woman’s bottom for a spanking, left Ingrid speechless. A faint mewing sound escaped her.

Lachlan smiled slightly. “Are you ready?”

Ingrid nodded, afraid to attempt words.

“Sit down, I’ll help you take off your boots.” His voice sounded kind, like a gentleman casually offering to help a lady remove her coat.

Ingrid slumped as Lachlan knelt at her feet. He unzipped the boots, loosened her boot stays, and with more tenderness than she’d have guessed possible, slid first one boot off and then the other. He laid them on the ground beside her.

Time slowed to a crawl for Ingrid. Shocked by how direct he was, how clearly his plans were laid out, she sat dumbfounded for a minute. Start with the easy things, she told herself and began to peel off a sock.

“Leave your socks on,” Lachlan said.

She looked at him quizzically.

“You don’t know? I’ll explain later.” Lachlan stood, moving away from her again. “Take off your jeans and panties. Now. Then assume the position. Don’t make me ask you twice.”



***



Don’t miss these other great books from Libby Campbell and Blushing Books:



The Simon in Charge series:



Simon Says (book 1)

Winning Sadie (book 2)

Sadie Says I Do (book 3)

Three-book box set – Simon in Charge



A Time For Will



Novellas in Christmas anthologies:



Prairie PromiseA Spanking Good New Year anthology

Love at Last Flight12 Naughty Days of Christmas anthology



Libby Campbell in her own words:



I’m in love with love. My romance stories feature strong, self-reliant women who challenge the powerful men who love them.

My books are set in the Pacific Northwest, a part of the world I know well and love deeply.

I’ve lived all over Canada, but the best decision of my life was when I moved to Australia to marry my leading man. After many years there, we moved back to the Pacific Northwest. We now live in a leafy neighborhood close to the sea.

My passions are reading and writing. I also love hiking, beachcombing, and an occasional night of dancing.



Connect with Libby Campbell:



Sign up for her newsletter here: Libby Campbell newsletter

Visit her website and blog here: Libby Campbell


Follow her on Twitter: @LibbyC26

Visit her Amazon author page: https://amazon.com/author/libbycampbell






July 8, 2019

Sierra Brave is giving us a look at her book, CRYSTAL COAST LOVE CONNECTION from her CRYSTAL COAST ROMANCES series. With touches of comedy, this contemporary erotic romance is sure to keep you entertained for a few hours.





Blurb


After leaving a bad relationship, marine biologist, Jessica Butler has sworn off love and relationships but can’t resist a night of no-strings passion with hunky soldier, Captain Chase Culpepper. Their evening sizzles, leaving Jessica satisfied, but when Chase wakes up alone the next morning, he’s determined to make her his own.

The faster Jessica runs away, the more Chase finds to love about her. What will it take for him to win her trust and her love?





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EXCERPT

She fell, her gaze locking with his as her body bounced against his mattress. She watched with anticipation as he stripped off his sweater and undershirt, allowing her to drink in his sculpted pectorals and rock-hard abs. She bucked her hips as her pussy demanded to be sated.

Using one foot, he pushed off his shoe, repeating the process with the other and kicking his footwear out of his way. Jessica sat up, reaching out and grasping his belt buckle. She unfastened it, yanking the accessory through the loops.

Chase tugged at the bow holding her top closed, untying it and exposing her naked breasts. “Nice,” he said, leering while licking his lips.

Jessica inhaled rapidly, pressing her hand against the bulge straining beneath Chase’s slacks. He moaned, and she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, yanking them down over his firm ass. As his pants fell, bunching around his ankles, she grasped his behind, caressing it over his white cotton boxer briefs.

Before she could strip off his underwear, Chase knelt and started taking off her pants. He leaned in and nuzzled her breasts, his lips teasing the protruding nubs. “Mmm,” Jessica moaned. As he sucked, his black spiky hair tickled her skin. She sighed wistfully as she reclined.

Chase striped off her jeans, leaving her wearing only a thin damp purple thong. Her chest heaved as her gaze focused on the swell beneath his undergarment. He was so hard and large the head of his cock was peeking over the top of the waistband. He parted her legs, moving between as he rested on top of her.

 AUTHOR BIO

Sierra Brave is a multi-published author of smoking hot romance. She writes across genres, dabbling in a little bit of everything, including ménage and BDSM.  Her love of erotic fiction started in her last year of high school when she first read the sensual classic, Fanny Hill. She felt so naughty yet liberated with her copy tucked away in her book bag and hopes her work will have the same delicious effect on her readers.



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July 1, 2019

Fans of the paranormal genre will definitely want to check out Daryl Devore's new release, LOVE MY FATE. This quirky urban fantasy is sure to win you over.


 

Blurb


What's a woman to do when a voice follows her home and makes mad, passionate love to her?


 Daryl Devoré’s latest is a quirky paranormal urban fantasy – Love My Fate.


Corporate businesswoman, Capricious Gray, is dragged to a sex toy convention by her best friend. After a mysterious disembodied voice helps her with her purchases, it follows her home. Passion ensues, leaving Capri torn between lust for her fantasy lover and the desperate need for reality in her life.


 Thall, son of one of the Fates, harbours the irrepressible need to be with the woman he's desired from afar for years. In order to make her his, once and for all, he must help Capri get past her fears, including the fear of what he represents - a fantasy.


Can fantasy become a reality for these two lovers?



Note: This book was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title Capri’s Fate. The edition has a new title, new cover and has restored previously deleted scenes.



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Excerpt
My bustier had wrapped itself around me, forcing my nipples to burst from the peek-a-boo holes. The bottle of warming lubricant landed beside me, top popped off. And amazed that I wasn't the least bit shocked, alarmed or confused, I watched as my glass dildo floated above me.
"Play with your nipples. Show me what you do to make them firm."
"Excuse me?" My eyebrows rose up to my hairline. "You want me to play with myself? In front of you?"
"Yes."
One simple, yet mortifying, word.
"I'm not a porn star."
"Just touch yourself. I will not judge you."
I rippled my fingers across my nipple, which traitorously responded. So did my lower parts. They tingled. The bustier was much tighter than I would have hooked it. My breasts were forced into a way-out-there position. My body liked the restraint. I tickled myself again. My nipple grew firm. Playing with both, I squeezed and pulled until they stood erect and pinky-proud.
"They're beautiful. Continue," the voice urged.
To the flesh on my breast, my fingers were like ice cubes. My areolas contracted. My nipples stiffened. My next touch changed to sandpaper—rough and scratchy. Tingles shivered through my body. Hot, cold, rough, soft—each new sensation was a surprise.
Sweat trickled down my neck. Pressure built deep inside. My hand turned palm up, and the vibrating nipple clamp fell into it.
I took a moment to figure out what to do. Thall didn't think to include the instructions, and I hadn't had a chance to read them yet.
My bad.
Unclasping it, I encased my nipple then hit the tiny switch. A squeal escaped me as a tiny electric pulse shot through my aroused dusky tip. The other clamp floated in front of me. I secured it onto my left nipple and held my breath.
Snap. Snap.
A surge of lust rushed through my body then centred in my crotch.
Snap.
Snap. Snap.
The electric pulses were titillating—pun intended—and random, and I found myself waiting for the next. They didn't fire together. Nor did they go off in even patterns. I lay back wallowing in the random sensations they delighted in me. I wanted this to last for hours. A small thought nudged me. How long do tiny cell batteries last?
The arousal gel poured itself over my upper thighs as strong fingertips raked the insides, forcing my legs apart.
Arousing was so the wrong term for the lubricant. Fire would be a more apt description. I've been cooler after a tough hour of hot yoga class.
Sweat rolled in streams from me, yet all I did was rest on silk pillows having my nipples erotically zapped. I pulled my knees up and let them fall. I was fully exposed and horny as hell. I wanted to be fucked. Needed to be fucked.
The bottle of warming gel flipped pouring liquid heat down my crotch. My glass penis hung, head down, aimed between my legs.
"Do you want it?"
I groaned.
"Do you want it inside you—mercilessly driving you to a screaming orgasm?"
Do the Fates understand the term—duh!
A hand separated my vulva and began long glides up the insides of my labia. I sighed and sunk to the edge of bliss.
Snap.
Snap. Snap.
Damn! Forgot about the nipple clamps.
The long fondles turned to tiny flicks tickling my labia and inner thighs.
I squirmed and wiggled. Fire danced over my body. "Touch me!"
"Where?" His voice brushed past my ear.
"My clit."
Every sensation stopped. I think my heart did too. I didn't breathe.
Time-stopping, scorching strokes on the smallest part of my body. My fingers dug into the pillows as I experienced the most mind-fucking sensation ever and released an intense scream of joy.
"Ohhhh!"
"Again?" His voice was soft and tinted with humour.
"Yes!" It was more of a snarl than a polite response.
I waited. The nipple clamp zapped me. I squealed. His petting dragged across my clitoris with molasses speed. My heart raced, my breaths were shallow pants as I arched my hips up and spread my legs as wide as I could. "Touch me again. Please."
Total bitch in heat and I didn't give a damn.


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Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines. Victoria Adams is Daryl's alter ego when she's inspired to write sweet romances with little to no heat.

Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, two black cats - Licorice and Ginny-Furr Purrkins - and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth, and a meteorite. She’s been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter, and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life’s an adventure and Daryl’s having fun living it.











June 24, 2019

Felicity Brandon has returned with FLAWED, A Dark Necessities Prequel-Book One. While you're waiting for the release of FALLEN, you'll definitely want to delve into the start of Ethan and Lily's trying journey.





Universal Buy link: http://mybook.to/Flawed





Goodreads TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/44552489-flawed


Blurb:





One powerful serial killer. One visceral connection.
One deadly secret that should have stayed buried.


Men like Ethan Reilly should never fall in love. Dark, enigmatic and dangerous, Ethan is the perfect predator until he meets Lily Simpson, a woman passionate enough to placate him and strong enough to surrender to him. 

For a while Lily’s love is enough. 

But the darkness inside Ethan is too powerful to contain, and soon it spills into their burgeoning love affair. As he wrestles with his demons, Ethan must come to terms with who he really is, but if he does, what happens to Lily? Can any love be strong enough to survive a past as terrible as Ethan’s? And what kind of future can they forge from the ashes of his awful admission?

Read Flawed, a Dark Necessities prequel, and discover the making of not one, but two monsters.


 
Excerpt:
He lifted his hand, bringing it crashing back down over her covered behind, and he watched with satisfaction as her lips parted.
Holy fuck.
“Why are you being spanked, Lily?” he asked her as he delivered another three swats in fast succession.
She gasped, her eyes blinking wildly as she replied. “You… you want me to answer?”
Ethan chuckled lightly. She was so fucking adorable. “Yes, beautiful Lily,” he told her. “I want you to bloom for me, to come alive under the weight of my palm. And for that, you must answer.”
He heard the gasp of air Lily pulled in between her teeth. “I wanted it,” she responded, and Ethan could hear the trace of irony and disbelief in her tone at the admission. “I wanted you to spank me.”
Lily was right. She had wanted this, and as he spanked her over and over, he wondered whether or not she was regretting that choice now. He hoped not, and as he glanced down at her face he couldn’t see any fear in her eyes. There was some shock, and perhaps even concern, but not fear.
And Ethan knew what fear looked like better than most.
There was definitely no terror in his little flower, but there was the genesis of something else—the dark promise of her dilating pupils and her splaying knees beneath her virginal gown. There was the tantalizing prospect of her arousal.
“That’s right,” he crooned from over her bent body. “You did want it, little Lily, and I believe you need it, too. I think you’re the kind of woman who would benefit from a spanking most days.”
His right palm connected with the sitting spot of one and then the other pert cheek of Lily’s behind. “What do you think, young lady?”
Her lips parted again at his query, and he could see just by looking on her face how much she both loved and hated being labelled that way. No doubt she found the name denigrating in some way, but that was alright. Ethan could tell how much her body wanted to be treated that way—her desire to yield and her fast, panting breaths were evidence enough of that—but he also knew something else, something Lily didn’t know yet. Ethan wanted to denigrate her. He wanted to push her right down into the depths, if for no other reason, so that he could be the one to make her soar again.
“Yes,” she rasped, gyrating her body over his lap although he had never commanded her hips to move. It was hypnotizing to witness. “Yes, I do.”
“I know you do, beautiful,” he confirmed as he rained down a fresh torrent of smacks on her upturned bottom. “But you don’t have to worry. I’m here now, and I can help you scratch that little itch.”


June 20, 2019
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June 16, 2019

Talented author Felicity Brandon is back with another installment in her epic series, A DARK NECESSITY!  FALLEN, the prequel to FLAWED is now available for pre-order and will captivate fans of the dark romance genre as much as book one.




Release date: 26th, June, 2019





Universal Buy link: http://mybook.to/Fallen








Goodreads TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/45997110-fallen



Blurb:





She should have run while she had the chance…



Lily Simpson escapes, leaving her brooding captor to rot, but she’s still not free. Unable to resist the forbidden temptation Ethan Reilly offers, Lily is once again drawn back into his dangerous web of power and submission.



When they travel north, their desire blooms into something even darker—something Lily both detests and adores in equal measure. But when she learns of the fate of her best friend, everything changes. The question is, will there be a second opportunity to escape Ethan’s clutches?

Suspenseful, thought-provoking, and peppered with breathtaking scenes, this fast-paced psychological, dark romance will haunt you.





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Excerpt:

“Ethan!”

His name escaped her lips in a panic as she felt the final tug of the binds against the wood above her head, and a moment later his face came into view.

“Lily?”

His face was so calm and his expression so in control. It was as infuriating as it was sexy as hell.

“Please, sir, don’t leave me here!” she whimpered as he settled against the side of her body. “I’m sorry I abandoned you yesterday, but please don’t.”

A part of Lily hated how pathetic she sounded at that moment, but there was no choice—she had no choice—and if this was the only chance she had to plead, then plead she would.

“Little one,” he crooned, and he actually smiled as he gazed down at her, waves of his sumptuous dark hair falling between their faces. “I am not going to leave you. I am never going to leave you. Didn’t I tell you to stop worrying?”

She gasped at his words, her mind still racing despite his assurances.

“Now,” he purred, tracing a finger along her exposed midriff as he continued. “All you need to do is lie back and listen. Can you do that?”

Lily nodded, though if truth be told, she was more than a little distracted by the path of his finger, which was right at that moment circling one, and then the next breast with soft caresses that made her want to pant.

“Yes,” she whispered in reply. “Yes, I can, sir.”

“Good.”

He was gone then, rising to stand beside the bed before he strode to the end climbing back onto the covers between her naturally splayed legs.

“The rules for today are really simple, Lily,” he told her in a tone that made her hips roll forward. It was as though he had hypnotized her body somehow, and now it was obeying his orders, and not her own. “Your job is two-fold.”

Their gazes locked as he edged closer toward her sex, his knees nudging her legs even wider as he went.

“You will endure for me whatever I choose to bestow upon you.”

Ethan’s words echoed around the small master bedroom as though they were an edict from the gods, and in a way, they were. Ethan was the closest thing Lily was ever likely to get to a god, especially now that she was effectively harboring him from the law, and as she eyed him between her thighs, she was struck by just how powerful the man seemed. All of a sudden, it was far too easy to imagine him extinguishing the lives of all those women. The potent combination of his charm, looks, strong muscular body, and his ability to know what others were thinking would have meant that none of them even had a chance.

Ethan was a predator.

She could see that now. Maybe he was even the perfect predator…

“And the second part of your job.”

The steel in his voice shattered Lily’s thought process, and she locked eyes with him again as he delivered his final verdict.

“Do you want to know what it is, little Lily?” he goaded, pressing his palms down at either side of her chest, and lowering his sculpted body over her soft skin.

She gasped as their flesh made contact, arching her back and squeezing her eyes closed as a spike of pleasure whipped through her. “Yes,” she panted with obvious need. “Yes, sir.”

“The second part is that you do not, under any circumstances, have my permission to come.”

Lily blinked her eyes open at him, certain that she must have misheard the man.

“No,” he told her with a soft, taunting laugh. “You didn’t mishear, beautiful. That is your punishment. I am going to keep you on the edge all fucking day, and you’re not going to be allowed even an ounce of pleasure.”




June 3, 2019

Valerie Ullmer starts out the summer guests posts with her new release, HUNTER, A DARK ASSASSINS novel.  Book 5 in her paranormal erotic romance series features a half-vampire, half-shifter who is sure to grab fans from the very beginning.


 


[ Blurb ]





Half-vampire and half-shifter.




The one definitive belief panther-shifter Hunter and the other immortals understood about shifters and vampires; vampire venom is deadly to shifters and vice versa.  But Hunter never worried about testing the theory because he never wondered if he had a mate, even after a few of his family had found their own.  As he and two others stumble upon and eliminate several rogue shifters, part of a larger group determined to kill each of the assassins, Hunter also stumbles upon the one woman destined to be his.  There’s only one problem.  She’s part vampire.

All alone in the world.

Despite everything, Neri made a life for herself after she escaped from a facility using her as a test subject.  She has no past, no family, and no connections to the world as far as she can remember.  She stays to herself and finds a routine, telling herself she isn’t lonely.  But everything changes when she spots Hunter and her first true memory revealed.  He was there the day someone injected her with an experimental drug and changed into this cold being.

As Neri and Hunter navigate their newfound relationship, their journey becomes even more complicated when they learn Neri’s venom is deadly to shifters.  But with help from the other immortals, Hunter and Neri reveal her past and realize the extent of the threat Dark Company has been dealing with for years.

But can their relationship survive with so much stacked against them?



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[ Excerpt ]

“You don’t have to fear me.  You’re safe.”  Hunter reiterated his promise and cupped her face.
Hunter’s vision blackened around the edges and a second later, he plunged into a darkness.  He didn’t understand when he heard her quiet voice.
“I’m not so sure about that.”
The next minute, Hunter sensed his surroundings changed.  He blinked his eyes, getting used to the darkness after the bright, blinding light of the snow.  He still found himself on his knees and as he moved his fingers searching for the woman who had been right in front of him, he found she wasn’t there any longer.
Hunter closed his eyes and listened to his surroundings.
There was a low hum from a computer fan somewhere in the room and there was breathing, deep, as if the person was asleep.  Before he could investigate further, a desk lamp clicked on and his eyes moved toward the arrogant looking man seated, cross-legged, on an uncomfortable metal chair.  He had a smug look on his face and Hunter wanted to break his face.
Hunter pulled his gaze from the man and took a quick glance around and to him, something about it seemed familiar.  The sterile coldness, the clear glass that looked out into the hall, the white formica tiles on the floor.  Sterile and clean.  The place gave him the creeps.
When he turned his gaze to the man in the lab coat, his gaze wasn’t on Hunter but on a woman laying on the exam table he hadn’t seen until that moment.
Hunter took a deep breath, trying to examine the scents in the room and looking for a familiar one, but there was nothing.  He should have scented the sterile environment, the blue liquid on the counter along with wooden sticks and cotton balls, but there was nothing.
He growled in frustration but neither the older gray-haired doctor, nor the woman strapped down with her mouth covered to muffle sound, reacted to the sound escaping from his throat.
Without another thought, he lunged for the doctor but he passed through the figure.
Okay, I’m not here.  Can’t scent, can’t touch.
Hunter turned toward the table and sucked in a deep breath as the familiar features of the woman in the mountains came into focus.  Her face looked gaunt, but it was the dark brown hair and matching eyes that took him by surprise because she looked familiar.  Her body looked starved and despite the bruising on her limbs and the dark circles under her eyes; she looked back at the doctor in defiance.
Hunter jolted when the man spoke.
“So, Nerissa… it appears you’re an utter failure as a shifter.”  His eyes glanced down as if he were ashamed by her lack of abilities.  “But you are a prime candidate for an experimental drug my colleagues and I have been working on.”
Her gaze narrowed as he continued to speak and he noted her body shook with the continuous growl that emitted from her throat.
“You had such promise.  Oh, well.”
As if waiting for that statement, a nurse walked in and handed a syringe to the man.  “Here you go, Dr. Stevens.”



[About Author ]

Valerie writes romances.  

Contemporary, Paranormal, Erotic, and Gay.

She lives in Denver, Colorado with her wonderfully supportive husband and their funny and wise black lab, Maddie.  Valerie is addicted to coffee, crime shows, and reading and writing character-driven romances.

As a voracious reader, she’s believes that all writers are rock stars, and she hopes that people enjoy her stories as much as she loves the romance novels she’s devoured over the years!

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May 6, 2019
Alyssa Bailey has a new installment in her popular Cian O'Connor series!  FREEING MOLLY will once again have fans rooting for this couple as Cian sets out to show his girl running away from problems is not an option in his household.


When things fall apart...it takes the firm hand of love to set things right.



Blurb:


When tragedy hits engaged couple, Molly Rasher and Cián O’Connor, things turn upside down. Molly decides to spend time alone telling neither her family nor Cián where she is or how she is fairing. When the police call for someone to retrieve Molly, she is in desperate need of loving care both tender and strict.


Cián is devastated and irritated with his girl. She is running from her life instead of asking for his help. Finding her is not as difficult as freeing her from the demons in her head, but he is determined nothing will get in his way, not even his girl. He will convince Molly she needs him as much as he needs her and that he will take all comers to keep her safe as they rebuild their life and try to move forward.



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Molly lay naked, her breasts heaving from anticipation as she waited for her lover. Cián emptied his pockets in the bowl on the built-in shelving unit and with great intent, removed his computerized wrist watch, and then his belt. The swishing as the wide leather slid free of its binding loops, called to her unvoiced craving for his dominance. Molly studied his every move, her belly a riot of activity in response to his slow, meticulous movements.


She reached to touch her clit and Cián, without so much as a change of inflection, said, “If you touch your kitty, I will have to punish you and it will be a long time before I let you come, a peata. Don’t be naughty.”


“You called me pet? Does that mean you’re going to play with me? Then please hurry. I’m dying here. I’m going to expire from want.”

“Expire from want?” Cián chuckled. “My, your turn of phrase has gotten exotic in the last two months.”

“Please, Cián, don’t torture me.”

“Patience. Something you have never been good at practicing. We’re going to work on that, aren’t we?”

“I promise, but just not this time. It’s been so long.”

Cián said nothing but continued to remove his shirt, one button at a time while Molly wiggled and squeezed her legs together to find some relief.

“Molly Susanne, if you don’t stop, you’ll earn a spanking before I play and refuse your orgasm. I’m asserting my dominance here, but I want to do it while firing all your rockets, so this is your last warning to practice patience and obedience. Because of that, we are using some protocol today, a ghrá.”

“Sir… okay, sir but if you genuinely love me you will hurry. Sir.”

Cián continued to undress by pulling his tee shirt off and bending down to remove his shoes. Molly was almost coming from the anticipation. She knew that’s what he wanted, for her to sweat. He loved to make her so antsy and needy that all he had to do was touch her and her fireworks began. Finally, his shoes and jeans were off, but he left his briefs on. The swelled package was easy to see, and she felt her mouth salivate at the thought of taking him, inhaling his muskiness, rolling her tongue around his manhood but that didn’t seem to be what Cián wanted right now. No, he wanted to kill her with that stupid patience he said she didn’t display often enough.

The mattress dipped and Cián was beside her. “All the toys are packed but I think I have plenty with what mother nature provided. Do I need to use my belt to tie your hands?”

“No. I can deal with it.”

“That’s my girl.” He dropped a light kiss on her waiting lips.

“Well, maybe you don’t need toys anyway.

“Or maybe we need them more.” She couldn’t control her wiggle as his gaze slid lazily over her face, her breasts, her nipples, causing heat to race up her back.

“I need to reacquaint myself with your beautiful body. It has changed in the last two months. I’m not happy I don’t have a plump bottom to spank but we will remedy that in time.”

“You don’t have to spank me, so that shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Somehow, I doubt that, peata. Now no more talking.”



About Alyssa

USA Today and #1 International best-selling author, Alyssa Bailey, lives amongst the beauty of Southeast Alaska. She lives where the sky meets the rainforest on the mountains; the mountains touch the ocean, and the wildlife frolic on land, sea, and air. Humans, the ultimate interlopers, are wedged in where allowed and are properly thankful for the privilege.

Alyssa loves writing realistic romance for the naughty in all of us. Writing power exchanges between strong, intelligent, sassy women who are not afraid to make a stand and men confident enough to give his woman space, but Alpha enough to keep her safe despite her choices is a common theme. 

If she can throw a little humor, or suspense in her stories, it’s even better. Her characters predominately live in Regency England, Ireland, and Scotland amongst lords and ladies, in the Contemporary Realm amongst men and women of the world, and of course, hard-working Cowboys and fiercely romantic Indians. 







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Twitter: @blushingalyssa

Blog/web page:  http://alyssabailey.com/









Also by Alyssa Bailey:







Lords and Little Ladies Series:






Safe and Secure Series:




Clearwater Ranch Series




Lone Wind Series:




Chase Abbey Series:







The O'Connor Series:



Liam & Jocelyn's Story






Ciaran and Katherine's Story






Quinlan and Cheyenne's Story






Kelli and Parker’s Story






Cián and Molly’s Story


Freeing Molly -Dec 2018

Forever Molly- TBA





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April 8, 2019

Valerie Ulmer's newest title, JADE is another exciting installment in her Dark Assassins series.  A paranormal, erotic romance, it fulfills the reading preferences of several genres all in one.




[ Blurb ]





Jade never wanted a mate.  She loved being an assassin and she had a family in her fellow assassins, their mates, and little Silas.  She truly had everything she needed.  But when Ghost assigned her to track the same immortals who tried to kill Xander’s family, she couldn’t refuse. 





But the complication arises when Ghost requests she partner with Noah, a human and ex-special forces soldier.  Jade has never worked with a human before, much less one that hated her from the moment he laid eyes on her.  But she was a professional and if she could play a part in destroying the immortals who threatened her family, she could accept the human.  If only she knew how to fight her attraction to him.








All Noah Hale wanted was to kill the immortals who lured his best friend and fellow ex-Navy SEAL to his death.  He had no desire to be teamed with a beautiful tracker who mesmerized him the moment she turned her emerald eyes his way.  But in order to stop other soldiers from pursuing the same fate, he needed to swallow his pride and work with a group of immortals he didn’t trust.





As Jade and Noah track the group of shifters through the mountains of Colorado, the danger lurking around every corner threatens everything they both hold close.  Will they be able to find a way through, together?





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[ Excerpt ]



Jade caught a scent of a human as she entered the fourteen-story building in downtown Snowfall.  It wasn’t just any human scent, but something that made all of her instincts flare.  She knew that she’d never caught this particular scent before, but something told her that this human might be important to her.  She tried to brush it off as quickly as the thought came, but she couldn’t find it coincidental she smelled it in the same steel building owned by Ghost and housed the headquarters of Dark Company.

As she dismissed the fleeting thought of searching for the scent, her heart thumped once, hard, in her chest at the thought of not finding its owner.  She forced herself to walk toward the elevator bank, ignoring the unwanted perusals she received from the men in the lobby.  Even in an unassuming hoodie and black yoga pants, she drew unwanted attention.  A side effect of being an immortal.

The elevator opened as soon as she pressed the up-button and she kept her gaze down as she walked into the elevator.  She entered the code to get to Ghost’s private floor, her movements too quick to be caught by the human eye, before she squeezed into the corner.  Jade used her other senses as three men in suits and two women entered the enclosed space with her.  There was no need to glance at the glass interior that covered the back wall to see what she looked like.

She sensed eyes on her.  Instead of searching out the gaze, she whipped her long, straight dyed black hair into a bun on the back of her head with quick movements before sneaking her hands into the front pockets of her hoodie.

Jade waited patiently as the car traveled toward the penthouse, her ultimate destination, but she couldn’t help but try to find the intriguing scent from earlier.

After my meeting.

All she knew was he hadn’t used the particular elevator she was in and the higher the lift took her in the building, the more his scent dissipated.

In her entire existence, or what she remembered of it, she’d never been attracted to…anyone.  She’d never felt the pull to find someone either.  But lately, she’d felt increasingly restless whenever she had any downtime and her skin tingled in a way that had nothing to do with signaling immediate danger.  It was as though her body tried to convey something she didn’t understand.

Her thoughts were interrupted when a man who had gotten into the elevator with her on the first floor stepped into her personal space.

“Hey, beautiful?”

Jade rolled her eyes and raised her head to glare at the man.  Of course, he wouldn’t take the hint that she wanted to be left alone.  To emphasize the point, she crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, moving away from his intrusion.

The man decided to take this as an invitation and moved to wrap his arm around her waist.  The move gave her a clear shot to his ribs and she took it, gently moving her elbow back and making contact.  She flinched when she heard a distinctive crack, realizing she hadn’t been careful enough.  Before she could apologize, the elevator door opened and he ran off without looking back, holding onto his side.

She sighed.



[About Author ]



Valerie writes paranormal and contemporary M/F and M/M erotic romances. She lives in Denver, Colorado with her wonderfully supportive husband and their funny and wise black lab. She's addicted to coffee, crime shows, and reading and writing character-driven romances.



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March 27, 2019
A new medieval romance from Daryl Devore!  BRONWYN'S LOVE is an erotic romance fans of historical reads will fall in love with.

 
Blurb

Daryl Devoré pens another hot read – the medieval romance -Branwyn’s Love.



The tale of a young woman sold as a courtesan in training. Branwyn arrives in a new land to begin daily lessons in the bewildering art of bedding a man.



The noblewoman chosen to be Prince Malacke’s bride rejects him by bedding his hated rival. Malacke turns his anger towards increasing the power and wealth of Black Dorn castle. And he succeeds until his attention is captured by the face of the woman who will be his queen.



Note: This book contains elements of domination, submission, and fetishes. If these concepts disturb you, please do not purchase or read this book. Branwyn’s Love was formerly known as Black Dorn and published by New Dawning.


Excerpt

Note – Gon-dra – means Prince

As Branwyn walked down the passageway, no sounds echoed. Guards snapped to attention as she passed. Someone cried out. Not a cry of grief, but one of bliss. She hurried in the direction she believed it came from. Standing next to a broad door, what she heard caused her to pause. “Gon-Dra. Release into me. More. More! More!”

Branwyn opened the door enough to slip inside. It was a large room, one she had never been in. At the far end, Malacke pounded himself into a screaming dune. She sat in a chair, with her raised legs suspended by straps. He held her roughly by her hair and possessed her with a furious energy. From the doorway, Branwyn could see the sweat rolling off his back.

“No wait, I am not ready to surrender,” the dune called.

“…care not!” he gasped slamming himself into her with such force that the chair moved. “Aaaah!” When his breath returned, he slipped his manhood out of her. As he dressed he said, “Release yourself. It is not the concern of the gon-dra if a dune is pleasured.” He exited by a side door.

The dune struggled to free her legs from their straps. Seed from Malacke dripped from her pleasure hole. Branwyn crossed the room. “You are Sasha?”

The dune nodded.

“Let me finish you. You need releasing.”

Sweat dripped from Sasha’s face. “There.” She pointed to a manhood-shaped object on the floor. “Use it inside me.”

“It is shaped like a swollen man.”

“Yes, it is used when no man is around and you wish to pleasure yourself. Have you not learned?”

Branwyn shook her head.

“Place it in me. Yes, slide it back and forth like a man, were he to be bedding me.” The dune rubbed her clit while she squeezed her nipple. “Harder.”

Fascinated at the motion of the manhood sliding in and out of the dune, Branwyn tried to give her the satisfaction she’d been denied by Malacke. Her groans and the slurping sounds from where her pleasure came from filling the room. The dune demanded more, harder and faster. Branwyn’s arm ached. The dune’s body gave a short convulse. “Oh. Oh. I surrender. I surrender!” Branwyn continued her movements for a moment then slowed. When the dune relaxed, she pulled out the artificial manhood.

Branwyn lowered the dune’s legs and helped her out of the chair.

“I will sleep here.” Sasha dropped to a pillow on the floor.

“No, you need your bed. Can you walk?”

“I do not think so. I feel like I have been torn into two. The gon-dra’s powerful in his thrusts, but he seemed possessed by something this evening. A demon he could not expel.”



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March 22, 2019

Poppy Flynn rounds out this week's wonderful guest posts with her new release, TIES THAT BIND, book 3 in her Club Risqué series.  Each title is a standalone read, but if you haven't given this tantalizing a series a peek yet, now's the time to get book 1, FOOL'S DESIRE for just $.99!



 Blurb

Luanna Morgan has worked hard to brush off the stigma and scandal of being a single teenage mother. These days, she is better known for her calm composure and serene disposition, but despite that, things start to sizzle between Luanna and her company's legal director, Logan Thornton.



Logan might seem like a mild-mannered corporate lawyer, but in BDSM circles, he is better known as Master Baku, the Shibari expert. His dream is to publish a series of artistic poses which incorporate his three loves—Shibari, suspension, and photography, and he has his sights set on Luanna as the model.



But Luanna has led a deliberately quiet and modest life. She knows nothing about bondage or the intricacies of D/s relationships. She's always had to rely on herself, and her current reputation has been hard won. Even if she decides to throw caution to the wind and finally live a little, is there really any room left in Logan's life for yet another love, especially if she can't find it in herself to share the ones he already has?



Logan has Luanna tied up in knots, both literally and figuratively. Is it possible to find a compromise or will circumstances conspire to pull them apart?



Publisher's Note: This steamy romance contains graphic scenes and themes of power exchange. If this is offensive to you, please do not read it.






Excerpt
"I'm going to make love to you, with or without," he told her in a low voice. "But if you really don't like this, I'll free you right now. Just nod to continue, or shake your head, and it's gone."
It was Luanna's turn to take a leap of faith. He'd taken her by surprise, but she didn't hate the sensations already coursing through her heated blood.
Finally, she nodded her head. She saw the lust and also the relief that fired in Logan's eyes, but still, he gave her another out. "Are you certain?"
Luanna nodded again.
Logan closed his eyes and tucked his head into the crook of her neck. Then he sucked at the delicate skin on her collarbone and lifted his head once more. "I won't do anything unexpected," he promised her. "I just want to make love to you like this, give you a little taste of being bound. I want to fasten your wrists to the headboard, too; you okay with that?"
Luanna's breath caught at the thought. It was strangely erotic, and she nodded once again in consent.
Logan was surprised at the slight tremor in his hands as he secured Luanna's bound wrists to the convenient wooden crossbar at the head of the bed. He'd bound a woman hundreds of times in complex and contorted poses, for his sexual and aesthetic enjoyment. But never before had it ever meant as much to him as this simple, improvised act of bondage.
Logan sat back on his haunches and admired his handiwork, makeshift as it was. Luanna looked beautiful, restrained. She would look even more magnificent in his ropes. Just the thought had his cock throbbing. She would suit a colour that was strong, like her. Not red, that would clash with her hair and overpower her pale skin. But still something bold, brighter than black. Purple, perhaps, or yellow. God, he hoped she would allow him to tie and bind her. He could start with something unrestricting and erotic like the karada, or rope dress, to introduce her to the art of Kinbaku. And from there, once she was comfortable, maybe she would permit something more intricate and confining—something that would allow the rope to pose her body, and finally, perhaps she would agree to be suspended, modelled like a ballerina, frozen mid-jump. Eventually, she might even allow him to record those moments for posterity.
The thought had him sucking in a harsh breath, and suddenly, he couldn't keep his hands off her for a moment longer.

Author Bio
Poppy Flynn was born in Buckinghamshire, UK and moved to Wales at eight years old with parents who wanted to live the 'self-sufficiency' lifestyle.
Today she still lives in rural Wales and is married with six children.
Poppy's love of reading and writing stemmed from her parent’s encouragement and the fact that they didn't have a television in the house.
"When you're surrounded by fields, cows and sheep, no neighbours, no TV and the closest tiny village is four miles away, there's a certain limit to your options, but with books your adventures and your horizons are endless."
      
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March 18, 2019
Book three in Felicity Brandon's The Dark Necessities Trilogy is out!  ENTWINED brings Molly and Connor back together in this satisfying end to their tortured saga.


 


Title: Entwined by Felicity Brandon


Series: The Dark Necessities – Book Three


 #DarkRomance #KidnapThriller #Alphamale #Redemption





Buy link: Universal link: viewbook.at/Entwined


Goodreads TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/43518322-entwined




   

Blurb:




Can a monster ever find redemption?

Free from her captor, author Molly Clary finds herself back at home, but she’s just as lost as ever. In the isolation of her new-found freedom, Molly makes a startling revelation; she can no longer function without Connor Reilly. She can’t write without him; she can’t live without him.

The admission leads Molly into the most intense and dangerous chapter of her twisted love affair yet, and by reaching out to Connor again, she must decide if she can really leave her old life behind to venture into the dark and mysterious confines of the organization known only as The Syndicate.

For a couple whose love is built on lust, and fear and submission, there should be no happy ending. But as Molly helps her kidnapper lay his ghosts to rest, the question beckons, can they forge their own brand of happiness regardless? Can Connor finally be delivered into a consensual union with his kitten, and will it be enough to satisfy both of their dark needs?

Buy the captivating conclusion to The Dark Necessities trilogy, and devour this tantalizing finale.



Excerpt:



“Don’t look at me like that,” he told her without looking up from the buttons.

Molly screwed the bedding up in her fists. “Don’t do this!” she implored him for what must be the twentieth time that day. “Please, Master. I don’t like it. I don’t like this, at all.”

“Kitten,” he cooed, pacing toward the bed and falling to his knees beside her. “You’re the reason I’m doing this. You’re the reason I need to do it.”

Molly blinked away the tears which were threatening to fall. “No,” she gasped, as she reached for his shoulder. “If that’s true, then I’m sorry, but I’ve changed my mind. Don’t go…”

She hated how desperate she sounded, but there it was; every word was true. All of her emotions were laid out there. Her heart exposed and vulnerable, just as it had been since the day she’d started to fall for the man who’d captured her.

Connor’s expression melted a little at her display of emotion, but his determined eyes told her the real story. He was going to do it. He was going, and he was going to do whatever this thing was he’d arranged with Malone, and as per fucking usual, there wasn’t a thing Molly could do to change it. Inside her, her heart began to break.

“Don’t upset yourself, pet,” he purred as he stroked the side of her face lovingly. “I want you to stay here and rest, because when this is over, I’m going to need you like I’ve never needed anyone before.”

The knot of tension in her belly tightened at his words. If Connor was going to need her so badly, then her intuition must be spot on, and whatever this was must be absolutely freaking awful.

“I’m worried,” she conceded in a flurry. “I have a bad feeling about this, Master.”

He offered her a small smile. “Honestly,” he admitted, “I have a pretty bad feeling, too, but it will be okay. I have Dalton with me. He’ll look after me.”

She was sobbing as he pulled her in for one last embrace, apparently trying to soothe her with hot, torrid kisses.

“Promise me you’ll stay here like a good, little kitten,” he whispered. “I don’t want to have to lock you in anymore. I think we’ve moved past that point now, don’t you?”

Molly nodded. She didn’t want to be locked in either, but she’d accept those terms from now on if it meant he was going to stay.

“Lock the door behind me,” he warned her. “And stay put!”

Connor’s hand reached for her chin, forcing it up to meet the intensity of his gaze. “Promise me, kitten. Promise me you’ll stay put.”

“Let’s go, Connor!” Dalton’s voice yelled from just beyond the door, making Molly jump instinctively.

“Promise me,” Connor demanded, resting his forehead against her face.

Molly raised her head to meet the strength of his gaze, and she knew he meant it. She was going to have to promise him. That compelling look in his eyes was never going to have it any other way. “Okay,” she sobbed quietly. “I promise, Master.”

But even as the words slipped from her lips, Molly knew she didn’t mean them. Whatever was going to happen to him, there was no way she was just going to lie here and wait.

No fucking way.



***





Author Bio and social links:



Felicity Brandon is a top 100 Amazon bestselling author.

She loves the darker side of romance, and writes sexy, suspenseful stories, with strong themes of bondage and submission.

You’ll find her either at her laptop, at the gym, or rocking out to her favourite music.



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March 17, 2019
I'm always thrilled to host a new-to-me author and am excited to welcome Rose St. Andrews.  Her new release, TAMED BY HER MEN is an mfm erotic romance sure to titillate fans of the genre - and if you're a Kindle Unlimited subscriber it's free!




        Sophia is rich and wants more, and she gets it in the form of control and training at the hands of her boyfriend Brody and his brother. They tame her, teach her and in time she becomes Brody’s little pony girl, and learns to embrace her new life.

AMAZON       BLUSHING BOOKS

EXCERPT:



Pulling her to him, he sat on a large round boulder protruding from the ground; she went across his lap, and – Smack! His strong hand connected with her supple bottom. She gasped, her eyes flying open. Never in her life had anyone done such a thing to her. Half a dozen more landed before she found her voice.


“You fucked with the wrong lady! Brody, you stop this at once or you’re fired, and I’ll never speak to you again.”


“Well, that’s your right, missy, but that’s not going to stop me giving you the spanking you deserve,” he said calmly. “I have put up with your attitude, your demands, and you looking down your nose at anyone you deemed beneath you, but I’ve now had enough.”


“Ouch! Brody, you stop, do you hear me? You can’t do this to me! I’ll… I’ll have you arrested, I’ll see you in jail, you’ll never work for me again, and we’re through,” she screamed.


“I don’t think you want to file charges, sweetie,” he said smugly. “To prove your case, you’d have to testify in court as to what I did. You really want the world to know that Sophia Grant, heiress to the Grant Plastics Empire got an old fashioned spanking across the lap of her boyfriend?”


She seethed, as she knew the answer to that question as well as he did. Wiggling and squirming on his lap, she found escape impossible. Brody was far too strong. Her yelps and wails grew louder by the minute, and then she truly died of embarrassment when she heard voices ringing them in. The rest of the staff had emerged from their tents and stood around watching the whole sorry scene.


“Help me! Someone, get this mother fucker off of me, right now or you’re all fired,” she shouted.


Looking around, she saw no one making a move. Most were smiling, a couple gave Brody a thumbs up, and the chef pulled out her phone to take a video! If that turned up online, Sophia would totally die.





Author Bio 


Born in Rhode Island, she has a great love for the Cape Cod area. Her second love is writing, which she's been doing since her youth, and her spanking erotica run the gamut from age play to pony play, and from novels to comic books, one of which will be released soon. Her books are available from Stormy Night, LSF, and Blushing Books.



March 4, 2019
Anita Philmar is starting off March's guest posts with a peek at her new erotic fantasy romance, FAIRY FUN.  This delightful tale is sure to warm you as we wait for spring to makes its debut!





                                              How do you find your prince charming?


#eroticromance , #hotfairytale @anitaphilmar , #fantasy , #99cents , #shortstory



Blurb:





Dedrick Forester, Prince of Endole, is fast approaching the end of his fairy cycle, which means losing his ability to fly, transforming into a wood gnome, and having to choose a mate. Until then he just wants to have fun...and lots of sex.

King Rosewood of Evermore is determined to see his daughter wed, but Chloe loves the freedom of fairy flight too much to settle down as a frumpy old wood gnome. She escapes and spreads her wings to reach new heights...like air sex with a stranger.

Combine her passion with Dedrick's and sparks light up the sky. Both discover pleasure beyond their wildest fantasies. But neither is prepared for the emotional connection. Now Dedrick must convince Chloe that losing her wings doesn't mean there aren't other ways to fly? 








Author Synopsis:





A fairy tale that teaches that even though it is fun to taste the sweet nectar of different mates. There is a major difference when you find true love.



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Excerpt

“Have you ever done it while flying?” A soft female voice whispered near Dedrick’s right shoulder.
Perfect. He turned, and a zing of lust shot through his balls.
A fairy with dark auburn hair stood behind him. Her sea-green eyes held a teasing glint, and a come-hither smile welcomed him closer. He dropped his gaze and scanned her lush body. The small swell of her breasts barely rose above the thin gossamer fabric of her top, teasing him with glimpses of her peaking nipples.
He lowered his eyes to keep her from noticing the hunger pulsing through his blood. The curvy dip of her waist led to the wide flare of her skirt, which fell smoothly over her hips and ended at the top of her creamy thighs. Long silky legs robbed his brain of coherent thought—other than having them wrapped around his waist. His cock twitched.
“Always wondered if it could be done.” The lady glided to the counter, and Mel handed her the same chocolate concoction.
“Some say there’s no better sex.” Mel picked up his rag and walked down the length of the bar to another customer.
Dedrick wrapped his hands around his drink to keep from grabbing the sexy fairy and pulling her into his arms. Pictures flashed in his head—his hands around her waist, her nipples in his mouth, his cock deep inside her pussy. He groaned. “Sounds like an adventure we should try.”
He lifted his shell and gulped down a swallow. The warm, rich ambrosia caressed his taste buds and ignited images of sipping a woman’s pussy. The heady kick intensified the nervous excitement over the possibility of finally relieving the ache in his cock.
“My name is Chloe.” The lady lifted her drink as if in toast. “Let’s drink to us both enjoying the experience.”


 

More about Anita Philmar

Anita likes to create stories that push the limit. A writer by day and a dreamer by night she wants her readers to see the world in a new way.
Influenced by sci-fi programs, she likes to develop places where anything can happen and where erotic moments come to life in a great read.
Naughty or Nice?
Read her books and decide.

Email: anitaphilmar@yahoo.com

Other Books by Anita

 

Black Dragon’s Blood – a super human race/ off-world suspense

Black Dragon’s Moon – a super human race/ off-world suspense

Black Dragon’s Heart– a super human race/ off-world suspense

Other Stories


Hog-Tied and Branded – contemporary western

Naked Rebel – off-world adventure

Hot Wired – futuristic erotic suspense

Banished – Three Erotic Stories(shapeshifters) boxset


Banished Hero

Banished Scoundrel

Banished Witch



Historical Western series – Naked Bluff, Texas

In Deep Water Skinny-dipping to cool off in the Trinity River couldn’t cause any problem...could it? 

In Too Deep – The peace of the day is shattered when her best friend steps too far into the Trinity River.


Deputy’s Bride - Can Sadie have a new life or will her old one rear its ugly head? http://www.amazon.com/Deputys-Bride-Threesome-Historical-Western-ebook/dp/B00NUTJ5N6


More Than Ready – Can a determined woman win her heart’s desire?

A Cowboy’s Pleasure – The kind of job every cowboy would like to have.

A Cowboy’s Passion – Can two men not only find her decease husband killer and satisfy all her needs?

McKee’s Ghost – Two sweet stories about a protective ghost.


Other Historical Western – Texas Passion – A girl determine to get her man no matter the cost. http://www.amazon.com/Texas-Passion-ebook/dp/B0056B5STQ


Novels
Hot Wired – futurist sexual adventure with a new devotion operation

A Warrior in Me – how DNA might give away more about our future than we realize.




February 26, 2019

Kryssie Fortune returns with a sizzling erotic paranormal read!  TAKEN AS THEIRS is an MFM romance sure to please fans of the werewolf genre.







They’d buy her, free her, and persuade her to have werewolf babies.




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Publishers Blurb


As a breeder--one of the few fertile women left in a ruined, plague-ravaged world--Cassie would fetch a handsome price at auction, and selling her to the highest bidder was exactly what her captors had in mind... until two fearsome beasts decided to take her for themselves.

Eli and Dane have chosen Cassie for their mate, and when she makes a foolish attempt at escape she quickly ends up tearfully promising obedience as her bare bottom is soundly and shamefully punished. Her body's response to their stern dominance cannot be denied, however, and it isn't long before she is screaming out her intense, helpless pleasure as she is roughly and thoroughly claimed. But will Eli and Dane's pack accept a human girl or will Cassie be an outsider forever?

Publisher's Note: Taken as Theirs includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.





Excerpt


Goosebumps covered Cassie’s flesh. Tingles raced between her legs, tiny electric sparks that warmed her blood. One kind word and her good intentions would crumble—just like her sisters’ chance of freedom if she told this drop-dead gorgeous pair about them.


What with the vampire auction and that nightmare descent of the cliff, she couldn’t take much more. Cassie had been a fool to think she could escape. Completely drained, she was at the werewolves’ mercy


Her imagination worked overtime. Wolves were pack animals. Suppose they decided to share her around the crew? The vampires certainly would have, and she didn’t expect werewolves to behave any better.


She cowered when Eli pulled a knife, but he sawed through the wet rope binding her to his brother. Her legs folded, and only Dane’s strong grip kept her upright. Sheaving his knife, Eli swept her into his arms.


He gave her his best Pepsodent-white smile. “Foolish little princess, so eager to return to the vampires who will abuse you. You’re safe here, despite the unconventional start to our friendship.”


Like a half-drowned kitten, she dripped water onto his trousers. He smelled of summer breezes and crops ripening in the fields. So cold her teeth had stopped chattering, she let go of her fears and let Eli take charge. Heat flowed from his chest to hers, but it wasn’t enough. She felt like an ice cube lost at the back of a freezer.

He carried her through a narrow galley, and into the captain’s cabin. She’d expected twin bunks and a tiny space. Instead, this room reminded her of Nelson’s cabin on the HMS Victory. The back wall consisted of window panes, giving her a view of the distant cliffs. The view fascinated and delighted her but the cabin’s four-poster bed terrified her. It covered more than half the room and had enough room for three if not four.

Dane pulled towels from a trunk then tossed her one of his brother’s jumpers. “Get dry, princess then get into bed and warm up. We’re going to lock you in while we get underway in earnest, but we’ll be back with hot stew and a hot coffee soon.”

After living on half rations for a week, her mouth watered at the thought of a decent meal. That these dominant werewolves cared for her welfare stunned her. Then they offered her a coffee. Utter luxury.

Emotions set in, and tears filled her eyes. She broke into a cold sweat that turned her forehead clammy. She’d never felt so weary in her life—not even when she’d swum marathons.

Dane lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes. “Don’t cry, little human. You’re safe now.”

The intensity in his gaze felt like a shot of energy for her soul. It made her feel hot and tingly inside. She craved his touch, and maybe his kiss. A fresh set of shivers beset her. This time, they were more about her forbidden attraction for the werewolves than the cold.



About Kryssie Fortune

Kryssie lives by the beach and loses track of time when she writes. Her days are full of dashing regency rakes, former soldiers so handsome they make her drool, and the sexiest werewolves ever. The odd vampire makes it in there too, but when he does, he’s drop dead gorgeous.

Her pet hates are unhappy endings and cliff hangers. She guarantees you won’t find either in her books. Her books sizzle with sensual heat, but story always comes before sex. Even when part of a series, her books can be read as stand-alone romance.



Kryssie Fortune Social Media





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February 18, 2019
It's always a pleasure to feature a new-to-me author and Sierra Brave's newest title, Bridling Lucy is sure to draw fans of both domestic discipline and shifter romances!  


   



A Spirited Girl. A Reluctant Dom. Fated Mates.



Bridling Lucy by Sierra Brave


Published by Passion’s Paramour Press




Release Date: January 11, 2019


Genre: Adult, Romance, Paranormal, Spanking


BLURB


Stubborn, prideful and self-disciplined, Chance Locklear believes his way is always right, and he doesn’t like hiccups is in his strict routine so when the matriarch of his equine-shifter clan saddles him with a spoiled, twenty-one-year-old brat from out-of-town, he’s none too pleased.


While growing up as a member of a rogue-shifter clan, Lucy Tate didn't have the luxury of an easy or predictable life, but she's learned to live with her parent’s self-centered behavior causing problems for her or leaving her in the lurch. When her step-father’s latest hijinks force her to abandon her job as a blackjack dealer and skip town, she resents having to live with a stranger and work as a maid while hiding out. To make matters worse, she’s been placed in the care of an arrogant but sexy game warden/werehorse who demands her respect.


The first time Chance pulled her over his lap for a spanking, she was shocked and angry, but her body reacted to his touch in a completely different way. Just as the two begin to give into their shared attraction and admit they are fated mates, outside forces show up to pull them apart. Will destiny, love, and amazing sex be enough to save their relationship?


Warning: Bridling Lucy is a smoking hot, stand-alone romance with graphic sexual language. If you are offended by corporal punishment/adult discipline or sizzling, put-you-in-the-moment love scenes, you might want to look for another book. (BBW +Sexy Shifter)





EXCERPT:


Lucy sat with her arms folded across her chest and her bottom lip poking out as she stared out the passenger-side window. Despite her sour mood, Horse Mountain’s rustic scenery enchanted her—beautiful cabins, both big and small, grassy pastures, and lush evergreens abounded for as far as the eye could see. This would be a nice place for a vacation if I wasn’t practically being kidnapped. She shook her head as she tried to fathom how she’d been uprooted from her comfortable life by no fault of her own. Mama might as well be carting me off to prison. She licked her bottom lip as she pressed her forehead against the cool glass.


“Oh, come on now. It’s not as bad as all that?” Dory Crane continued driving.


“As all what?” She kept her attention on the greenery. If she saw her mother’s face, her anger might transform into sadness and she didn’t want to cry.


Her mom huffed. “You with the silent treatment up here and the refusal to so much as meet my gaze.”


Lucy’s nostrils flared. “You’re lucky I’m too old for an Amber Alert. How am I supposed to react when you’re sending me off to the middle of nowhere to stay with some strange old woman I’ve never even met?”


“She’s a family friend. Her daughter and I attended finishing school together.”


Lucy snorted. “I still can’t believe you went.”


“In my day, all of the girls of our clan were expected to go. It was a very big deal amongst the equine shifters.”

“And look how much it taught you. Did you even graduate?” She practically spat her words.

“Your mama knows how to behave like a lady when she needs to.”

“So this woman isn’t even kin?”

“No, but she is an equine shifter. One of her sons was good friends with your birth father.”

She gasped, finally turning to look at her mom. Her mother’s husband had raised her, and most of the time, Lucy claimed him as her daddy, but she longed to know more about her biological father. Trouble was her mama was always tight-lipped when it came to the subject. “My dad? Does he live around here? Can I meet him?”

Dory shrugged. “Can we not talk about him? Nothing you learn will make you happy.”

She locked her index fingers together while pulling her hands close to her chest.  “I wonder if he looked for me.”

“He might have if he’d known about you, but I was only three months along and not showing yet. Telling him would have just complicated our separation and eventual divorce.”

Lucy’s jaw dropped and she fought not to shed the tears welling up in her eyes. She pursed her lips and stared straight ahead, taking a deep breath. “I don’t know how you could do such a horrible thing.”

Dory frowned, knitting her eyebrows. “So self-righteous! One of these days you’ll realize when it comes to our kind, the head can’t always control the heart. Getting involved before finding your one true mate is dangerous.”

Lucy opened her mouth as if she were gagging and made a retching sound while pointing her finger toward the back of her throat. “Please stop talking.”

“Excuse me? At least I’m not pushing you into an arranged marriage the way my father did to me.”

“Sorry, but I don’t want to hear your selfish reasons for running off with a gambling-addicted coyote shifter.”

“Hush your flapping lips. You know Craw didn’t start playing the slots until after we left Mississippi.”

Lucy huffed. “You mean after we got run out of Biloxi because of your low-rent fortune teller con jobs?” Her mom shot her a nasty look but didn’t deny the accusation. Lucy held her left wrist with her right hand while shaking her head. “Either way, I’m being forced to pay for someone else’s mistake. To think your husband used to actually be a pretty good dad. Now, not so much.”

Her mama’s head jerked to the side as she threw a furious look Lucy’s way, complete with narrowed eyes. “Stop testing my patience, Lucy Abigail Tate.”

I hit a nerve. Lucy tried not to smirk. Her mama couldn’t tolerate any bad-mouthing of the love of her life, regardless of how true the words rang. Crawford “Craw” Crane continually proved himself to be a turd in the punch bowl, but her mama always defended him and probably would continue to until her dying breath. “Why’d you give me his name instead of Craw’s?”

Her mother pressed her lips together. “Legally, I was still married to him when you were born so Tate was my last name, but can we please drop the subject? Your daddy, Craw, the man who looked after you like his own blood from the minute you were born—He loves you. He thinks he’s doing right by you.” She shook her finger at Lucy. “I just don’t agree. A girl needs to wait for the one.”

“The one,” Lucy mimicked while rolling her eyes. “I still think this is crazy. It’s not like I couldn’t just flat out refuse Grayson.”

“Hmm, I wonder if you’d be able to stand strong if the patriarch got involved. Would you tell him no?” Without waiting for Lucy to answer, Dory reached toward her. She flinched but relaxed as her mother fingered a strand of her hair. “I like the color.”

She gritted her teeth, fresh anger filling her gut as she recalled her mom forcing a bleach job on her in a crappy hotel room about midway through the trip. “I miss my red.” She jerked her head away from her mother’s touch.

“If Craw or any of the Vegas-clan tries to find you, they’ll be looking for a ginger, not a towhead.”

Vegas-clan…Lucy let the words scratch at her brain. When she was younger, she hadn’t realized a bunch of different types of weres joining a clan under a “Boss” patriarch was weird. Now she understood most clans were matriarchal, and Mr. Black’s operation was similar to organized crime groups with their Godfathers.

Her mom pulled up in the driveway of a lovely one-story cabin surrounded by tall trees before turning off the engine. “Now you mind Ms. Banks. Do whatever chores you’re assigned.”

“I’m not afraid of hard work though I guess my real job will be filled by the time I return home…that is if I don’t die out here in Hickville, USA.”

“You shouldn’t say such things, sweetie. Mama’s going to get everything fixed up.” Her mother patted her arm, but Lucy yanked away from her. “I’ll get your daddy straight and find another way to settle his debt, but you better not go talking any trash about him.” All the tenderness of her touch seemed to have faded as she wagged her finger again. “I can’t have any of my old clan, particularly my kin or some of the nosey strumpets I graduated high school with, getting any word of Craw’s misstep. Stick to the story. You hear me?”

Lucy’s blood boiled. “So it’s alright for a bunch of people you haven’t said a single word to in years to think your daughter’s some kind of out-of-control hoodlum as long as they don’t find out the truth about your crappy husband?”

Dory pointed her boney finger at her again, shaking it about an inch from Lucy’s face. “I asked if you heard me, girl.”

“I got it.” The corners of Lucy’s mouth turned down and her shoulders drooped as she huffed.

“Good.”

“With any luck, I’ll get the money from my daddy, and you’ll be home in no time.”

Lucy’s eyes widened and she nearly snapped her neck while jerking her head around to look at her mother’s face. “My granddaddy? Can I meet him?”

Her mom’s eyes rounded and she smirked. “Depends on if he’ll give me the money.”

She tightened her closed lips, squinting slightly. “So you’ll ransom a visit from me?”

Her mom smiled. “Whatever it takes.”







AUTHOR BIO

Sierra Brave is a multi-published author of smoking hot romance. She writes across genres, dabbling in a little bit of everything, including ménage and BDSM.  Her love of erotic fiction started in her last year of high school when she first read the sensual classic, Fanny Hill. She felt so naughty yet liberated with her copy tucked away in her book bag and hopes her work will have the same delicious effect on her readers.


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January 28, 2019

Alyssa Bailey has a new domestic discipline erotic romance-a definite pleaser for fans of erotic spanking discipline!  IN PURSUIT OF MOLLY  begins the series and Molly and Cian's love story.

                                          
 
 
     “I spank for naughty.”
 
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Molly Rasher had been obsessed with Cián O’Connor from the day she met the preoccupied veterinarian student. She was still dreaming of his toned body and serious demeanor when she finished college but he had only nodded and smiled in passing. With no further contact, it seemed her sexy dreams would have to find another star, until he walked into the clinic’s front door, reigniting her passions.

Cián was more than half-way through his training to be a veterinarian. Finally, he could afford to pursue his angel. Molly’s endearing, shy smile had tantalized him for almost two years and now the opportunity to be with her fell into his lap, he was going to grab it with both hands. He prayed she was ready for him because he’d learned if you wanted something bad enough, you held on tight until you got it. No matter the cost.





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His friend nodded in the direction of the door. “That one is pretty and looks like she’s over her head. I should go help her get comfortable.”


“Nope. Sorry, but that naughty woman is mine. She knows not to come here alone. She’s innocent in the ways of this type of club.”


“Ah, so that’s who you were waiting for. I wondered if you were going to hold up the bar all night. Well, Ken’s moving in over there, you’d better snag her fast.”


Cián finished his sparkling water and got up. Striding towards Molly, he saw one of her girlfriends trying to entice her to enter further. He’d made it to within an arm’s length of Molly when her friend, Karen, spied him. His look of disapproval stopped all words flowing from her mouth. She stared like a deer in headlights for a split second before turning on her heels and walking back to the others.

“You’ve been naughty all week, leanbh. You know how I deal with naughty.”
Cián grinned at the shiver that ran through her body and then the shocked look Molly gave him. She opened her mouth several times to speak but closed it each time.
“What is the rule about clubs like this one?” Molly dropped her head but Cián wouldn’t allow it to stay there. “You know it and I know it. You should not be here alone.”
“I’m not… well, you weren’t around, and I was asked to go.”
“Molly, you chose not to call me and ask for an escort. You’ve been out of control all week trying to get my attention because you’re irritated over the spanking. Now you have my attention and have earned another one.” His words came from deep in his chest causing it to rumble. “And if you’re honest, you’d admit at least to yourself, that you were trying to earn another one. You wanted to see if I was for real, if this was something I played at or followed through on.”
“That’s ridiculous and pretty self-centered if you ask me.”
“We’ll see. Now that you’re here, if you want me to show you around and help you get an understanding of what playing here is like, I will. If you prefer to go back to my place, we can get the matter of your spanking out of the way.”
“I’m not going to your apartment and you aren’t spanking me.” Her indignant words ended in a whisper and ever pinkening cheeks.
“You want it here? I can promise you, no one will care.”
“Oh God Cián, please, not here.” Her face and neck were now red.



Author Bio-Alyssa Bailey
USA Today best-selling author, Alyssa Bailey, is a dyed in the wool Texan living amongst the beauty of Southeast Alaska. She lives where the sky meets the rainforest on the mountains; the mountains touch the ocean, and the wildlife frolic on land, sea, and air. Humans, the ultimate interlopers, are wedged in where allowed and are properly thankful for the privilege.
Alyssa loves writing romance for the naughty in all of us. She writes power exchanges between strong, intelligent, sassy women who are not afraid to make a stand and men confident enough to give his woman space, but Alpha enough to keep her safe despite her choices. 
If she can throw a little mystery, humor, and suspense in her stories, it’s even better. Her characters predominately live in Regency England, Ireland, and Scotland amongst lords and ladies, in the Contemporary Realm amongst men and women of the world, and of course, hard-working Cowboys and fiercely romantic Native Americans. 


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Twitter: @blushingalyssa
Blog/web page:  http://alyssabailey.com/

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Lords and Little Ladies Series:
       The Black Laird Demands (book 3)

Safe and Secure Series:

Clearwater Ranch Series

Lone Wind Series:

Chase Abbey Series:

The O'Connor Series:

Liam & Jocelyn's Story


Ciaran and Katherine's Story

Quinlan and Cheyenne's Story

Kelli and Parker’s Story

Anthologies


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 January 21, 2019
PK Corey returns with a peek into her new release, RETURNING TO US.  Enjoy this domestic discipline romance!





         The pain of a spanking is nothing compared to the feeling that no one cares enough to take you in hand.



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After thirty-five years, Susan thought her marriage was over the morning after their last child's wedding. Hal, her husband, said he needed to talk about something important. She knew it couldn’t be good. They rarely even spoke anymore. In the beginning they’d been so close, so passionate. Practicing domestic discipline had been a wonderful part of their lives—sometimes.


But over the years it had all drifted away, even when Susan asked for what she needed. He would occasionally give her a mild, sexy spanking, but the real discipline she craved was a thing of the past. Now, Hal suddenly wanted to talk about moving to Colorado to live in Corbin's Bend, a community where spanking was not only accepted, but encouraged. Could this bring back the closeness and passion they’d once had? Could Susan trust that this time Hal would truly step up?


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Hal guided her over his knees and began spanking. It felt delicious! His spanks weren’t so very hard, but they fully reignited the burn left by the paddle. Susan was squirming. When Hal dipped his finger into her moist center, she nearly came off his lap.

“That’s what I suspected,” he said sternly. “You are in trouble for blatant disrespect and you’re acting like you’re planning on some sexual adventure. You’d better plan on holding back and behaving yourself. If you come, I’m going to have to take my belt to you.”

This was pure playacting and Susan knew it. Hal used this tactic on rare occasions and only while roleplaying. Susan had no idea why this was such a hot button for her. It didn’t matter. These words, these threats released powerful emotions in her like nothing else. And Hal well knew it.

Standing her up, he removed the rest of her clothes. Hal laid her on the bed. “Just because you’re being punished, there is no reason I can’t have my fun.”

Susan watched as Hal removed his clothes. Her body felt like a taut violin string. She was ready to come at his first touch. But again, in a deep voice Hal warned her, “You’d better keep tight control, or I’ll make that belt sing.”

Susan was panting. If he said one more word, she was going to come without so much as a touch. She was fighting to hold off as long as she could. She arched up to capture him as he hovered over her. He half turned her over and delivered several sharp spanks.

“Now, now, none of that,” he told her.

Susan thought she’d lost her fight for control as he gently sucked on one nipple and then the other. Sitting up, he caressed her body, her belly and her hips and thighs, never touching where she needed him the most.

Hal lowered his head and kissed her mons. He slid his tongue down and flicked it rapidly on her hardened bud. Giving in completely, Susan felt an orgasm like no other she’d ever experienced surge through her. She gushed as Hal continued his ministering with his tongue. She rode the wave higher and higher, beating her fists on the bed and bucking with abandon.

As Susan slowly came back to herself, the only thing she was aware of was her body. The time, the day, her name... were all in a vague space of not caring. She was his, was the only coherent thought floating through her mind.



Author Bio





After spending thirty-six years in two careers I liked just fine, I’ve finally found my dream career as a writer. I’ve been happily married for thirty-five-years and my sweet husband has gotten used to the unique experience of living with a writer. He is very encouraging and an excellent editor when he’s pressed into service. 


I’ve been intrigued by spanking stories since before I first saw Ricky spank Lucy. Stories of this nature were hard to come by before the Internet and the ones I found were a little harsh on discipline and very much lacking in love. So, I made up my own stories and enjoyed these in my head for years. I finally began writing them down. Although the lovely women in my stories are spanked often, the love between them and their men takes top priority.


My Cassie’s Space series shows a mature couple who are deeply in love. Despite loving Cassie’s free-spirited ways, Tom is determined to keep her safe, even if it takes a trip over his knee. And with her friend Sue by her side and all they get into, a trip over his knee is very likely. My new series, Cal’s Law, is about a younger couple. Though they come from very different backgrounds, love and discipline draw them together.


I love my husband, my kids, my cats, reading, writing and hearing from my readers. You can contact me at pk.corey@yahoo.com








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January 7, 2019
A new release from Ashe Barker to start my guest list for 2019!  Check out her hot Viking romance, HER CELTIC MASTERS today!



Two fierce Celtic Warriors with a thirst for vengeance, and the proud Viking lady with the strength to submit.



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Left penniless and without a home by a sudden, tragic turn of events, twenty-year-old Kristin Lofnsdottir plans to start a new life as a seafaring trader. If she is going to have any chance at surviving, however, let alone succeeding, she'll need money and capable men to protect her. A partnership with a pair of Celts offers both, but Kristin quickly realizes that the arrangement will mean sharing much more than just her profits. The two stern, handsome brothers intend to make her theirs, demanding obedience, punishing defiance, and mastering her beautiful body together.

Though Nyle and Bowdyn have been given plenty of reason to hate Vikings over the years, conquering the feisty, headstrong Kristin proves even more satisfying than they had anticipated. As they claim her ever more thoroughly and shamefully, her need for them only grows more intense, but can they be firm enough to tame her recklessness before it puts them all in danger?

Publisher's Note: Her Celtic Masters is a stand-alone sequel to Conquered by the Viking. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.



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Ripped from their home in a brutal Viking raid, their family murdered before their eyes, Nyle and Bowdyn, sons of Connell of Cynwrig have every reason to loathe their cruel captors. Miraculously, they both survive their ordeal at the hands of the vicious Norsemen who enslave them, to be reunited as free men.



Recently widowed and fiercely independent, Kristin Lofnsdottir is determined to forge her own path in a world ruled by men. Confused and dismayed by her attraction to the handsome but enigmatic Celtic warriors, when they make her an outrageous offer, she can’t refuse them.



Nyle and Bowdyn swear to protect their Viking lady and she adores her Celtic masters. Together they prosper and start to rebuild their shattered lives. But the wrongs of the past must be avenged. Will the burning need for vengeance destroy their fragile happiness and that of those around them?



Fast-Paced and with compelling characters, set in the turbulent and sensual world of the Vikings, if you loved Conquered by the Viking by Ashe Barker, you won’t want to miss this thrilling sequel. Her Celtic Masters, the second book in Ashe Barkers Viking Duet, continues the erotic saga, bringing this haunting and dramatic Viking romance to an unexpected climax.



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“Open your legs, little Viking.” The command was softly spoken, yet firm. Nyle expected her to obey.

So, she did. She planted her feet on the mattress between Nyle’s long legs and parted her knees.

Bowdyn chuckled. “A tolerable effort, but we can do better.” He took her left ankle and lifted it over Nyle’s leg then set it down on the outside of his brother’s thigh. He repeated the action with her other ankle, then set his hands at her waist to ease her further up Nyle’s body. Thus positioned, Nyle had ample access to her breasts. He could toy with her, torture her nipples as he pleased, whilst at the same time her thighs were spread wide for his brother. “Ah, yes,” Bowdyn confirmed, “much better.”

“Is she wet?” enquired Nyle pleasantly enough.

Bowdyn drew the flat of his palm between her legs, pausing to part the lips of her pussy as though to particularly examine that spot, then rubbed the heel of his hand on the sensitive nubbin at the front.

Kristin stifled a squeal. She knew of that place, had discovered it for herself whilst bathing, but no hand apart from hers had ever ventured there. Baldvin Ryggiason had shown not the slightest interest in exploring his bride’s more sensual desires. Until these last few minutes she, herself, had been largely unaware such urges existed. Certainly, the powerful nature of her own arousal had been a mystery to her. These Celts were a revelation indeed.

“Yes, she is wet.” Bowdyn raised his hand to show his brother.

“Did I not tell you it would be so? It takes but a gentle tug on her nipples,” Nyle paused to squeeze and twist again by way of demonstration, “and she gushes like a waterfall. I believe the staid, proper, and very stern Kristin Lofnsdottir is nothing more than a wanton at heart. Is this not so, little Viking?”

Wanton? The very word sent her senses reeling. Could he be right? Oh, she most sincerely hoped so though the words became lodged in her throat. She could not answer. She could only feel.

“Open the lips of her cunny and put your fingers inside her. I believe this is what she would like. Am I right, my Viking?”

Freya, help me… The silent plea went unanswered. Kristin had to shift for herself in this matter. So, she did. She nodded.

“There, it is as I thought. But be gentle, brother. I get the impression our Viking is unaccustomed to such treatment.”

Kristin could have blessed Nyle for his perceptiveness. It was as though he had somehow crawled into her mind and knew all her secrets, her desires as well as her fears.

Her brief interlude of clarity and coherence shattered the moment Bowdyn spread her nether lips with his fingers and inserted one long digit into her tight channel. She expected to flinch, to hurt. Her previous experience of this act, though infrequent, had been sufficient for her to know she found it uncomfortable, painful even. And oddly disappointing.

All those doubts and uncertainties were swept aside in the surge of pleasure that threatened to engulf her. Bowdyn withdrew his finger then drove it deep again, harder this time, faster.

“If this hurts, you may tell us,” whispered Nyle.

“It… it does not hurt,” she managed. “Oh. Oh!”

Bowdyn increased the speed of his thrusts and added a second finger. The friction was unbearably sweet yet still not enough. Kristin squeezed her inner walls around his long digits and circled her hips.

“I believe our Viking is rather enjoying this. Is that not also correct, Kristin?”

Must she answer? Could she? Was she truly enjoying what was happening to her or was it some other compulsion that drove her to thrust her hips forward and consider begging for more?





More about Ashe Barker



USA Today best-selling author Ashe Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research.

Ashe tends to draw on her own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.

Ashe lives in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often these days - her time is divided between her role as taxi driver for her teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises.  And a very grumpy cockatiel. 

At the last count Ashe had over forty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex. Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling plots, so that’s what she writes too.

Ashe has a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keeps thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from her.

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