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On life, the universe, and coffee.
Oh yeah, and books...
Happy Mother's Day! (in the USA, lol)
I hope you all had a good week! Today, I have Second Go-Round for you from the always awesome Lynn Burke. This is the second book in her Elite Escorts series.
Christine Gemberling doesn’t enjoy breaking hearts, but she has yet to find a man who knows how to handle the package between his legs well enough to satisfy her needs. No man has held her interest beyond a second date—much less her love. Until one sultry night with an Elite Escort rocks her world like never before.
Professional escort Jarod Zimmerman has a strict code when working with clients—no emotional attachments. But the beer-drinking, football loving Christine and her curves push beyond his control, until the guarded playboy finds himself craving another go-round with the only woman intriguing enough to make him break his own code.
With her defenses stronger than his favorite football team, it will take more than Jarod’s talents in bed to change her stance on relationships. He’ll have to sacrifice his heart when the unexpected circumstance thrown their way threatens to rip them apart forever.
*Warning: Exhibition, spanking, anal sex, sex toys
Jarod lowered onto the limo seat beside me and pressed close, his large hand grasping the top of my thigh.
“Where to?” Ricky asked as he settled behind the wheel a moment later.
I spouted off my address quite a ways up Route 1, and with a nod, he shut the window between us, encasing Jarod and I in complete privacy. Soft music came to life, and seconds later, the limo pulled out into Boston’s nighttime traffic.
“For the first go-round, I’m going to fuck you against the front door of your house, but right now,” Jarod said, lowering to his knees in front of me, “I’m going to bury my nose between these thighs and lick your cunt until you squirm.”
“I like the way you think,” I said, my voice breathless, betraying my body’s need.
His hands slid up my thighs, pushing my skirt into a bunch. I wiggled, assisting in his plan, and he yanked me to the seat’s edge.
“Comfy?” he asked, trailing a fingertip against the soaked silk covering me.
Jarod hooked his fingers under the sides of my panties and pulled them down my legs, releasing my heeled feet one at a time. He tossed the panties aside, and grasping my knees, spread me wide.
“Bare.” He stared at the smooth skin between my thighs as he moved close. “I like that.” Palming my ass, he lifted me and buried his face in my pussy as promised, my moan and his groan colliding in the air between us.
My eyelids fluttered shut and head tipped back as he ate me out like a starving man. Tongue, nose, and teeth, he didn’t pussyfoot around, but tortured me with his need to taste every inch, fuck me deep with his long tongue, nibble my swollen lips … flick and suck my throbbing clit.
My fingers found purchase in his hair, and I ground myself against his face, chasing my orgasm. Bastard let off and dipped low to lick my ass and tongue me every time I neared the crest. I tried to force his head back up to my clit, but he held steady, denying me what I wanted.
“Goddamn it, Jarod!” I yanked on his hair as my clit popped from his mouth’s suction again and he roamed southward to my ass.
He snickered and caught my gaze as his tongue rimmed my puckered hole.
My hold tightened on his hair, my heart thundered in my chest. “Please. I need to come.”
Finally—finally—he pressed two fingers deep into my sopping wet core. “Is this what you need, Christine? My fingers fucking your cunt and my mouth on your clit?”
“Oh, fuck.” My head tipped back again as he latched onto my clit. “Don’t stop. Please … Christ, don’t stop!” You’d think I hadn’t climaxed in months the way my orgasm ripped through me.
Jarod’s fingers and tongue drew out every clench of my pussy, every shudder rippling down through me as I gasped for breath. He lapped up every trace of my cum and sucked his fingers clean, the noises in his throat barely reaching through the ringing in my ears.
I sagged into the leather seat, sucking wind. “Holy shit. It’s no wonder you get paid to please a woman.”
Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/second-go-round-by-lynn-burke/
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B077ZMFSD8
About Lynn Burke:
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.
Happy Sunday all!
Today, I'm sharing with you Woman as a Foreign Language by Katherine Wyvern. Katherine's next book is releasing tomorrow(!!) and is a follow-up to WaaFL, Spice and Vanilla. But that will be it's own post. ;)
Here's what Katherine has to say about WaaFL:
Thank you so much for having me on your blog today to talk about my latest release, Woman as a Foreign Language. WaaFL came out last September, and has had some really wonderful reviews since then.
This is a tale about two almost complementary gender-queer characters, Julia/n a very talented MtoF crossdresser, and Nina, a hopeless tomboy of a girl. Nothing wrong with being a tomboy, but for Nina this is not a chance as much as the result of years of bullying.
This story came about rather suddenly after I watched “The Danish Girl” last spring. My very first thought was “Damn, Eddie Redmayne is much better at being a woman than I am!” (piece of cake, mind). I was really blown over, and immediately craved to write a character like that, not a transwoman, like Lili Elbe, but a truly gender-fluid person, able to be (relatively) comfortable both as a man and a woman, a Two-spirit perhaps, as this is sometimes, rather beautifully, called. That sentence (Eddie Redmayne is much better at being a woman than I am!) pretty much became the premise of the story, a premise that is really entirely autobiographic, because Nina, the tomboy, is really me.
Ever since the Caitlyn Jenner hullabaloo the whole topic of transgender people has become a lot more openly talked about, but it’s amazing how much of the discussion pivots on the most extreme and let’s say medical aspects of it, acute dysphoria, sex reassignment procedures, transgender children and their treatment. I wanted to write a story about the many in-betweens that are to be found on the gender spectrum, those for whom gender-queerness is not a medical emergency but simply a state of being.
I hope you feel like finding out more about Nina and Julian!
It took quite a bit of research to put this story together, and also I was so attached to these characters, that once I was done with the book I realized I still had a lot to say on the topic. All this spill-over turned into Spice and Vanilla, WaaFL darker, naughtier, whip-and-leather sister, which will be published in May. It’s not WaaFL’s sequel, but it treats similar themes, and Julia/n and Nina both make a brief appearance. Stay tuned!
Woman as a Foreign Language was Runner-Up for Best Contemporary story in the Evernight Readers’ Choice Awards, and is available on the Evernight site at a 25% discount with the coupon code WINNER2017
Goodness, but that is a gorgeous cover! Here's the blurb:
What do you do when the woman you want to be … is a man?
Nina’s abusive childhood left her feeling so vulnerable when wearing anything flimsier than combat boots that she has spent her whole adult life dressed like a gang boy. But when she meets the tall, glamourous, charismatic Julia (actually her cross-dressing neighbor, Julian, going out en femme), Nina is seized by an overwhelming and terrifying urge to finally express her own femininity.
Julia/n has not only a slightly split personality but also a thoroughly broken heart. What s/he wants most is a partner who will love both Julia and Julian. While Nina learns from Julia how to be a woman, Julian discovers that they might well be made for each other, but it will take a struggle against prejudice and a whole conservative mind-set before they can follow their hearts, and express their true, unique, and beautiful selves.
Buy links, excerpts and samples:
Woman as a Foreign Language at Evernight (with excerpt):
Woman as a Foreign Language on Amazon.com (download free sample):
From the Reviews:
“…erotic and romantic; and painful and funny…”
“…the great reading surprise of the year…”
“…a true, master story teller…”
“…beautifully written and heart wrenching…”
“…It's literary fiction in the play of words while being a sensual romance with spark.”
“…I absolutely loved this book. The writing is beautiful, the language perfectly suited to each point-of-view, and the characters wonderfully damaged. At its core, Wyvern twists the usual gender/genre expectations…”
“…Nina is a young woman whose abusive childhood has made her afraid to fully own her femininity. And Julia and Julian are two souls in one body—or perhaps they are the same soul, just reflected in different ways. At first Nina’s attraction to Julia—Julian dressed en femme—seems like a adolescent girl-crush. But then it deepens into love, with some of the most gracefully written and heartfelt erotic scenes I have ever read.”
See what Katherine is up to on:
Katherine’s Blog: https://katherinewyvern.blogspot.fr/
Katherine’s Website: http://meetingivory.wixsite.com/katherinewyvern
Katherine’s Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/Katherine-Wyvern-Author-122569301260917/
Or follow her on Instagram @katherinewyvern
You can also find an exclusive excerpt on my website, here:
I can't say enough how thrilled I am with the release of Alpha's Beta. I was SO scared of my first m/m book, and the reception has been amazing. **big smooches to everyone who bough it**
I'm just over 10k into writing book 3 of the North Woods Wolves series, and it's gotten to the point where I've lost all control of the story. This is a good thing, the characters have taken over and the inmates are running the asylum so to speak. I'm *hoping* to keep it under 16k so that it can be another Romance on the Go book like the first two, but at the current rate I'm going, I don't know as that will happen. This one is m/f again, and tells Taylor's story. Taylor, for those of you who didn't read Alpha's Beta, is the woman who was Jordan's on-again-off-again friend with benefits until fate smacked him upside the head with Erik. I was nearing the end of writing book 2 when I realized that she pretty much got shafted, and needed a happy ending too. Enter Davien - a foreign alpha who has been roaming the country in wolf form for two years, and brings his own set of baggage to the North Woods. And, of course, Cassie and the others just had to poke their heads in with their two cents' worth here and there. Which is fine with me, because I just love writing Cassie. :)
Taylor was alone behind the counter; the snow had kept nearly everyone inside. There hadn’t been any new customers for over two hours so she’d sent her helper home. She swallowed her unease and prepared a cup of tea for Cassie.
“Anything for you?”
“Water.” His voice was deep, rough and gravely, presumably from disuse.
She set Cassie’s cup down with a smile.
“Yes, thank you.” Cassie’s eyes flicked to the one other customer in the cafe, a young girl glued to her laptop, earbuds in. “Kieran’s on his way,” she whispered.
“That’s not necessary,” the man grumbled. “Not going to cause trouble.”
Taylor headed for his table.
“Anything besides water?”
Their eyes met, and Taylor sucked in a breath. His fingers brushed hers as he reached for the glass. They were rough and calloused, though gentle. He studied her for a moment, and then grinned, the action transforming his features. His eyes warmed as little lines creased the corners.
“That’s all I can afford right now, until you give me back my fanny pack.”
She laughed, the tense set of her shoulders slowly easing.
“In that case, I’ll start a tab for you. What would you like?”
“Sausage and eggs?” he asked hopefully, one eyebrow raised.
Taylor stared at him for a moment as his thumb stroked the back of her hand.
She cleared her throat. “Sure,” she said, hating how breathy her voice was.
“Oh fucking hell,” Cassie burst out, and his smile deepened as she continued. “Taylor, you’ll be completely safe. Thanks for the tea. I’ll call you later. Davien, you can find your way back, right?”
“Sure,” he said, not taking his eyes off Taylor.
Cassie sighed as she stood. “Earth to Taylor!”
Taylor tore her gaze from the man—had Cassie called him Davien? Was that his name?—to look at her.
“You have my number. If you need anything, any help at all, you call me or Jordan. Do you understand?” Taylor noted the gold rings around Cassie’s irises and belatedly realized that she wasn’t being as cautious as she should be with this man. Reluctantly, she pulled her hand out from under his and stepped back.
“Yes, thank you.”
Cassie looked between the two of them and shook her head.
“I should have known,” she mumbled as she left.
“What’s she talking about?” Taylor asked.
His eyes roamed her face, pausing on her hair.
“No worries, Red. I’ll explain it all in due time.”
She narrowed her eyes at him.
“I’m not stupid. Don’t give me the whole ‘it’s a wolf thing’ spiel. It’s insulting,” she snapped, ignoring the quip about her chosen hair color. She’d been gifted with flat, boring brown hair at birth, so now she dyed it whatever color she felt like, and changed it often. Currently it was a bright, fire-engine red. Not necessarily the smartest plan, because it tended to make her stick out and be memorable, but she felt reasonably safe now after so much time had passed since fleeing her former life.
“Oh but it is a wolf thing, little Red. One which you’ll understand soon enough.” His voice dropped and he leaned forward, arms folded on the table. “But not yet. And certainly not while she’s still here.” He tipped his head toward the girl still engrossed in her laptop.
“Whatever.” With a huff, Taylor spun and went to make his damned sausage and eggs.
Oh, and did I mention that Davien is based on Jason Momoa from Frontier? ;)
Hope you've all had a good week. I'm slowly getting my yard tamed from last fall's neglect (due to hubby's surgery) and working on the next North Woods Wolves book. It has evolved into a life of it's own, but that's another post. ;)
Today, I share with you Abel's Obsession by Lynn Burke. This book is freaking HAWT. Hope you enjoy!
Be Warned: BDSM, restraints, sex toys, anal sex, spanking
A young man of religious fervor and self-control, Abel Beiler has every intention of honoring his parents and being baptized into the Amish church. The woman with red curls and flashing green eyes in the back of a convertible, however, makes Abel wonder what life with the English might be like.
He strives to withstand temptation, but the memory of the woman he yearns to dominate, coupled with the explicit images in his cousin’s filthy magazine, threatens his restraint.
Red, his sinful obsession, haunts his shameful dreams and becomes a secret part of his life. When faced with truth beyond faith, Abel must decide where he belongs—with the Amish community, or the woman who owns his heart.
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0757FM2KL
Much later and hoarse from singing for two hours, my curiosity overrode my better sense, and I followed Eli into the hayloft of their barn. While I held the kerosene lamp, he climbed high into the rafters and returned with a magazine clutched in his hand.
“Got this from my new English friend, Toby.” He sat on a bale, opened the magazine, and turned it toward me.
Lust kicked me in the gut, and I couldn’t speak.
A naked woman lay spread eagle and bound by ropes to a bed, a blindfold and some sort of ball gag in her mouth. A man loomed over her, whip in hand. Tear streaks lined the woman’s face. Red slashes marked her thighs. Wetness coated the pink folds of her sex, glistening, and set my mouth to watering.
The image burned into my brain—submission in an entirely different way than the Old Order’s definition of the word. Spirituality is submission, is what had been reiterated in my ears since childhood. Self-surrender. The willingness to give up oneself to the community and Gott’s chosen leaders.
I soaked in the sinful picture, and for the first time in my life wanted power. Wanted control. I wanted a woman’s submission like the man in leather beside her owned. Unable to tear my gaze off the image, I struggled to swallow.
“Didn’t know people actually did this shit.”
Eli’s curse, the first I had heard from him, barely registered past the blood rushing in my ears. My body tensed as longing to be the man standing over that woman, whip in hand raced through me faster than any thoroughbred—or car.
The image of Red flashed in my mind, and suddenly it was her bound to the bed in the picture, breathing heavily, trembling, and begging for me…
ABOUT LYNN BURKE:
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.
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Sorry I've been a bit MIA. Lots of craziness at home means mom gets much less computer time to get anything posted (or written).
This week, I've got Jacey Holbrand and book 2 in her Helldorado Mongrels MC series - Seduced by Him.
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Wolf shifter and member of the Helldorado Mongrels MC, Dante “Tex” Valentin is restless and dissatisfied. He goes on a ride in search of excitement, never expecting to encounter his mate—a human male, who disrupts his world.
Jarrod Russell is envious his brother, Cameron, found love. Wondering if fortune will ever smile on him the same way, he runs into a man who rocks his world. A man he believes could be the love of his life.
When Jarrod and Tex’s paths cross again, a passion-filled night connects them. Because of who they are, though, they’re in danger from the Mongrels. Will their relationship be over before they even have a chance to love?
Be Warned: m/m sex, anal sex, language, violence
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http://www.evernightpublishing.com/seduced-by-him-by-jacey-holbrand/ - Evernight Publishing
https://www.amazon.com/Jacey-Holbrand/e/B00OE91T62 - Amazon
https://itunes.apple.com/au/author/jacey-holbrand/id897158125?mt=11 - Apple
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/jacey+holbrand?_requestid=1400524 - Barnes & Noble
http://www.bookstrand.com/jacey-holbrand - BookStrand
https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/search?query=Jacey%20Holbrand&fcsearchfield=Author - Kobo
https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/jaceyholbrand - Smashwords
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The crowd’s excitement grated on Tex. Didn’t these people feel anything for a fallen comrade? Especially those related to the deceased? How could Preach be happy about a death of a family member?
Two short and quick horn blasts signaled everyone’s dismissal.
Tex turned to head back to the clubhouse and grab a beer. The fight hadn’t perked up his mood. He had to do something to shake his disquiet.
Maybe I’ll go hold up a store.
Thumbs hurried to his side. “You sure you fine? You don’t seem fine. You know if you fight you never die. You not related to anyone here.”
“That’s true,” Tex replied. He hadn’t been a miner’s dog or a feral one. He wasn’t a Shinan wolf. He was from a Nagul shifter line and had traveled to Nevada, back in the gold and silver rush days, to find his fortune. He’d just happened to have been in wrong place at wrong time and got cursed with the rest of the poor animal souls in the area. Yet like Thumbs reminded him, it was a good thing. No one here could murder him since only immortals of the same breed could kill each other. Like Kane and Preach both being from the Shinan bloodline.
Unless, of course, it was Tabu wolf against Shinan wolf. They could do each other in without blinking.
Maybe that was it. He missed having family nearby, actual family, not brothers made so because of some club. Perhaps it was time to escape the ’pound and return to Texas.
That didn’t feel right either, though. He hadn’t given his family much thought in over a century. Why would he care now?
Besides, like it or not, the moment that crazy renegade Native American, Queho, had uttered his spell, Tex had become a member of the El Dorado canyon pack, and even though the gang drove him nuts sometimes, he wouldn’t give them up for the world. The thought of losing connection to a group again, family or not, distressed him.
He shook his head. “I assure you, Thumbs, I’m good. Just something in the air bothering me.”
“Must have allergies. Come to garage. You help me with bikes. Air in there stinky. You’ll feel better.”
Tex followed Thumbs, thinking that tinkering on some engines couldn’t hurt and might even help get his mind off his uneasiness about what he’d been scenting on the breeze. Plus, it’d keep him out of trouble, like robbing a store.
The fragrance, reminding him of home cooked meals, brought up memories of happy times filled with laughter and love in the house with his mother and grandmother and other family members.
He’d always heard stories about wolf shifters discovering their mates due to scents they enjoy, but he didn’t believe he’d ever experience the phenomenon.
And the fact that he’d picked up on his mate?
It made his inner animal stir with sexual desire again.
Maybe his life was about to get interesting after all.
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Jacey Holbrand believes life and love comes in all forms and should be celebrated. She’s committed to her muse and writing so she can share her stories with readers. Hot days. Sexy nights. Come play in her world.
Jacey loves to hear from readers! Click the link to eMail her: JaceyHolbrand@gmail.com
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Happy book birthday to me! :)
Alpha's Beta, North Woods Wolves Book 2, is now live everywhere!!!
Look at that cover. Isn't it gorgeous?! I simply adore Jay Aheer at Simply Defined Art, the artist Evernight uses.
Here's the important info:
For Jordan Dumas, being an Alpha with no responsibility has been a pretty sweet gig. He does as he pleases, and sleeps with whomever he wants to. So when the mating bond is triggered, his world is flipped on it's head. His mate is submissive and closeted--two things he's not interested in.
Erik Allaire has spent his entire life being trained for a position he doesn't want. When he suddenly has the opportunity to follow his own desires, he doesn't know what to do. Especially when those desires come in the form of Jordan Dumas. He's never felt such passion, but can't imagine expressing these fragile new feelings with someone whose reputation as a player precedes him wherever he goes.
Whether or not they want each other, they inevitably need each other. As their bond slowly grows, danger closes in on all sides. And when their worlds finally collide, only trust can save them.
Be warned: M/M sex!
buy it here:
Barnes & Noble
And here's a teaser for you:
Jordan pushed the door shut behind him and swept Erik into his arms, capturing him into a heated kiss.
“God, I’ve missed you, little wolf,” Jordan panted.
“We can’t do this here,” Erik replied, just as breathless.
“What are we doing? I wanted to talk to you. Isn’t that allowed?”
Jordan swallowed Erik’s reply with another kiss.
“This isn’t talking,” Erik said between kisses as Jordan backed them against a wall.
“I don’t hear you complaining.” Jordan palmed Erik’s crotch, rubbing his hand over the hard bulge of Erik’s cock. A soft sigh escaped Erik. “You drive me crazy, you know that? I can’t get you out of my head. I needed to get you alone before I lost my mind.” Jordan nuzzled Erik’s neck, basking in his scent.
Erik turned his head, nipping Jordan’s ear and drawing a warning growl from him. Jordan felt Erik’s smile against his cheek.
“Oh, you’re in trouble now, little wolf.”
Jordan dropped to his knees, popping the button of Erik’s jeans as he went.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” He dragged the zipper down and freed Erik’s cock, smiling when a soft moan came from Erik at the first lick of his tongue against the engorged member. Jordan pulled Erik deep, flattening his tongue and relaxing his jaw. He knew he could deliver an amazing blowjob in record time. Jordan enjoyed performing oral sex no matter the gender of his partner. Giving someone such intense pleasure without taking any for yourself was, at its core, a power trip that fed his need for control.
Erik bucked his hips, his breath coming in stuttered gasps and pants. Jordan felt Erik’s body tense a moment before the orgasm hit. With a loud cry, Erik erupted, his salty essence filling Jordan’s mouth. He greedily sucked it all down, not releasing his hold on Erik’s cock until the spasms stopped and he’d swallowed every last drop of his mate.
Once Jordan’s hands no longer held him in place, Erik slid down the wall on shaky legs.
“Holy shit,” he gasped, eyes closed.
Pride—his stupid, Alpha male pride—puffed out Jordan’s chest.
“Told you you were in trouble,” he smirked. “Now that we both feel better, let’s get out there and take our places with Cassie and Kieran.” Jordan stood and held his hands out to Erik, who let himself be pulled up. “And later we can finish what we started. I need you in my arms again, little wolf. The merger is official, there’s no reason to keep this secret any longer. Tonight is for Cassie and Kieran. We can make our announcement tomorrow.”
Erik’s hand fell from his when Jordan turned for the door. Confused, he looked back to see that Erik hadn’t moved from his spot against the wall.
“I don’t know if we should continue this. If we should do what you said.”
“What the fuck, Erik? Do you want this or not? Make up your goddamned mind! I can’t take this shit. You say yes, your body says yes, your fucking wolf says yes, and then you turn around and say no again.”
“What if the other packs don’t accept us?” he whispered, and Jordan could see the fear in Erik’s eyes.
“Then they fucking don’t!” He knew his voice was rising, but so was his frustration. “It’s just like with Cassie. The other packs didn’t like the idea of a female Alpha until she proved them wrong. So we prove them wrong!” Jordan stepped up to Erik and firmly grasped his head. “And we do it together. Our Alphas are on our side. The rest of them can go fuck themselves. Hell, if half of those old bastards knew what their sons were doing behind closed doors … don’t worry about it.”
“I don’t know if I can do that,” Erik replied. “I don’t know if I’m strong enough.”
Jordan clenched his jaw and turned away from Erik in an attempt to control his rage.
“You better figure it out real goddamned fast, little wolf.” He threw an angry glare at Erik, who stared at his feet. “Because if the answer is that you can’t, then one of us is stepping down and moving away. I’ve tried to be patient with you, but I’m about done with it. It’s a simple fucking answer. Yes or no. Pick one and stick with it.”
Jordan stormed from the room, afraid that he was leaving his heart behind forever.
Hello again all!
Sorry for missing last week! Things were a bit crazy. :) Today I give you Winning the Campaign Manager by Lucy Felthouse.
Cade Avery is running for a position on his local county council. He’s extremely good at what he does and is a valuable asset to his community. The trouble is, he upsets people, says the wrong things, and rides rough-shod over other people’s plans and ideas. His assistant, Mary, eager to improve Cade’s public image, hires him a campaign manager.
Quentin Rayworth is thrilled to be working with such a formidable public figure. It’ll be a challenge, but he’s confident he can help Cade to win the election, and knows that the achievement will look impressive on his CV.
It’s soon clear that the two men are set to be an excellent team. That is, until Cade’s werewolf makes its intentions known—in Quentin, it has found its mate, and it will not rest until he has claimed him. But can Cade—and his wolf—win over the campaign manager?
“You’ve done what?” Cade Avery yelled, fixing his long-time friend and colleague, Mary Summers, with a glare. He slammed his hands down on his desk, making a bunch of pens jump and rattle, and causing water to splash over the side of his glass. “Why the hell would you do such a thing?”
Mary, by now used to Cade’s temper and frequent outbursts, didn’t flinch. Standing firm on the other side of his desk, she calmly stated, “You heard me, Cade. I’ve appointed you a campaign manager. And as for the why, I think it’s pretty damn obvious.”
“Not to me,” he grumbled, snatching a handful of tissues from the box in his top drawer and swiping irritably at the liquid he’d spilled. “Seems like an unnecessary expense.”
With a heavy sigh, Mary replied, “Do you want to win this bloody election or not?”
“Yes, of course I do. What sort of a stupid question is that?”
“Well then, you need a campaign manager. The rest of the team and I already have enough on our plates. We can’t handle that side of things, too. Not to mention the fact that you really need someone with … expertise … in that department. Someone who can boost your public image, make you more likeable … you know, so people will actually vote for you.”
Screwing up the wad of soggy tissue and dumping it in the wastebasket beside him, Cade snapped his gaze to Mary. She stood, the ever-present iPad clutched against her chest, looking as determined and immovable as a five-feet-one, slim thirty-five-year-old was ever going to get.
He sat back in his chair and folded his arms. “What’s wrong with my public image?”
Rolling her eyes heavenward, her body tensing, Mary’s cool demeanor actually looked on the verge of cracking. Taking a deep breath and releasing it, she looked back at him. “Give me strength, Cade. Are you fucking serious?”
She may have used the deep breath and probably a considerable amount of willpower to dampen down her physical reaction to his question, but her actual words gave her true state of mind away. As a rule, the word “bloody” was as bad as it got for Mary. To have enticed a “fucking” out of her, and within the same conversation, no less, meant she was in real danger of losing her temper with him. And despite her diminutive frame and usually chilled-out personality—especially in comparison with his huge frame and fiery personality—when she did lose it, she was utterly terrifying. Possibly the fact that she rarely got angry was what made it so potent when she did. Mary’s ire could turn even the thickest-skinned person into a blubbering wreck.
“Mary,” he cooed, backtracking quickly, “come on, sit down. Why do you always insist on standing up in here?”
“Because, unless we’re having a meeting, I don’t generally need to stay long. I normally impart my information, you give your feedback, and we get on with our day.” She shifted restlessly and narrowed her eyes. “But today, it seems, you’re having a bit of a brain fart. Do I really need to spell it out for you?”
Raising his eyebrows at her increasing irritation, and wondering if there was something going on in her private life that was making her so touchy, he nodded. “Yes, I really think you do.”
A few seconds of silence passed, in which Mary again seemed to be getting a grip on her irritation. She finally said, “All right. But don’t forget; you asked for it.”
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I was scrolling through my publisher's website the other day, looking for nothing in particular, when I came across Viktor by Sarah Marsh and found myself wondering how I missed it! Needless to say, this is my current read. :)
Happy Evil After: Book One
By Sarah Marsh
Have you ever read a fairy tale and wondered why the goody two-shoe Princes and Princesses were always the ones who got their happy endings?
Pandora is a Fairy Godmother who’s never fit in with her own people. Only she has the power…and the attitude, to step in and help those who others have decided aren’t worthy of a happy ending. How hard could it be to manipulate some of the most feared beings in their world?
Viktor has spent his entire un-dead life being the bogey man to the paranormal community and that’s the way he wants to keep it....with everyone else far away from him. When the opportunity arises to take his revenge on his nemesis, he can’t resist—even if it means risking his reputation and rescuing the damsel in distress.
Halle never expected to find herself in need of a savior, especially one with a reputation like Viktor’s. But she’s used to listening to her instincts and her cat trusts the strange woman who pops up and claims to have some solutions.
If a girl can’t trust her own Fairy Godmother, then what is this world coming to?
“I mean you no harm, lady. You can go. I’m only here for what’s in the car,” he said slowly walking towards her. She was a cute little thing, all soft curves with golden skin and hair.
“Ummm, yeah, about that … I’m what’s in the car, Mr. Krescech. You have to take me with you out of here,” she said almost nervously, those big green eyes pleading with him.
Clearly, she was also insane. What was with the women he was running into this week? Viktor had had more than his fair share of groupies throwing themselves at him in the bars, wanting to take a walk on the wild side for a few hours, but this wholesome little beauty certainly didn’t look like the type, so he had no idea exactly what she was asking him for.
“I don’t think so,” he said, moving past her towards the open back door to search the car.
“Seriously, there’s nothing else in the car. They were taking me from my family and my pard to be married to Conrad. I have to go with you to get away from him,” she continued, putting her tiny little hands on her very curvy hips in a way that distracted him far more than it should have.
Interesting, so this little number was a leopard shifter? Viktor hadn’t really had any interaction with the pard in this country, but by reputation, they were a good lot. Why on Earth would she agree to marry Conrad?
“I don’t rescue damsels in distress. I eat them,” he said with a flash of fang. “So run along, little kitten.”
The tiny spitfire threw her hands dramatically up in the air and sighed loudly.
“You just saved me from a life of baby-making slavery. Aren’t you supposed to whisk me away to your super-secret villain lair and ravish me? Sheesh, where’s your follow-through?”
Viktor just stood there and stared at her for a moment. He didn’t know whether to laugh at her ridiculous statement or take her up on her offer and bend her over right here on the trunk of Conrad’s car. He was extremely turned on by the fact that she didn’t seem the least bit afraid of him. He’d always tried to pretend that his reputation in the paranormal community pleased him, that it helped him by keeping the rabble away. But deep down it bothered him that everyone always thought the worst of him. His honor was just yet another thing that Melisandre and Conrad had stolen from him when they took his mortality.
“Don’t you know who I am, woman?” he finally said as she just stood there looking at him expectantly.
“Yes, I know who you are. Who else is capable of keeping me out of Conrad’s douchy hands?” she said sounding a little impatient.
“Don’t you have a family you can go to?” he asked, still wondering why he was even standing here talking to her.
Well, that wasn’t entirely true. Once she’d said the word “slavery” he knew he couldn’t leave her to Conrad’s tender mercies. Viktor knew more about slavery than he ever wanted to, and no being should ever be held against their will. That and he had seen firsthand what Conrad enjoyed doing to women. It still sickened him to think back to the horrors he’d had to witness as Melisandre’s pet.
“If I go back to my family they’d just have to hand me right back over to him again. My pard owes him a blood debt, and I am the payment. I need this to look like Conrad’s men lost me in the confrontation with you. This needs to be his fault, as otherwise, it will start a war between my family and his coven,” she said, stepping ever closer.
She stood so close now that Viktor could smell the strawberry and coconut scent of her shampoo. Good Gods, she smells good enough to eat.
“Why would you think that I should care whether or not this starts a war for your people? I will not be fighting in it,” he answered, trying to sound like he didn’t care one way or another.
“Because I think that you hate Conrad just as much, if not more than I do, and there’s nothing he wants more than to possess me,” she answered quietly, her huge green eyes staring right into his grey ones.
She was right of course. There was no one on this Earth that he hated as much as he hated Conrad. That’s what he told himself anyway when he ultimately decided he would take the girl with him—whether it was the whole truth about his motivations or not.
“First, tell me how your pard was thoughtless enough to enter into a blood debt with a killer like Conrad?”
“It’s not like we had any choice. My father was jumped one night by a bunch of rogues, and Conrad just happened to be there to offer his assistance … for a price.”
The venom in her voice clearly stated that she suspected they’d been set up. The rogues were most likely paid to attack by Conrad himself. It was a trick the coward had used over and over again.
“Fine,” he said with a sigh. “You can come with me, but just until we find somewhere to stash you that Conrad cannot reach you.”
“Thank you!” she said with a squeal just before she reached up and hugged him before he could stop her. “I’m Halle, by the way.”
Clearly, his reputation was never going to recover from this if anyone saw him being hugged in the alley, but with her luscious frame leaning against his, smelling so sweet, he had a difficult time finding a reason to care.
Happy Sunday! I hope those of you who partook in the St. Patrick's Day festivities are recuperating as painlessly as possible! ;)
Today, I bring you Break Me by Elyzabeth VaLey. This is a very dark romance, involving kidnapping, knife play, BDSM, so reader be warned.
The monster lay dormant, until it saw her...
Every few years, the beast within Grisha Vasiliev rouses, clamoring for blood. When he sees Ayla Clark dancing, her movements exuding grace, passion and joy, he knows he must have her.
Grisha kidnaps Ayla expecting the usual: resistance, tears, pleas for mercy. But when Ayla breaks the mold, his whole world spirals out of control and feelings he thought he could never have again resurface.
He thought she was perfect, but she’s the broken doll on the shelf.
The last thing Ayla Clark remembers is celebrating her performance as Giselle and flirting with the handsome Grisha Vasiliev, the owner of one of the most prestigious ballet companies in the country. Now, she’s tied up and at his mercy, begging for more of his attention, while fighting to keep her own secrets buried in the dark.
Be Warned: BDSM, knife play, whipping
Ayla turned on her heel and raced out the door. Her bare feet slapped against the cool floor almost painfully. The glass shard cut into her hand but she didn’t dare release it yet. Lights blinked on as she ran down the hall and up a set of stairs. Tripping, she dropped her primitive weapon.
She didn’t stop to pick it up but continued until the top. She clutched her stomach. It couldn’t be. A thick metal door loomed before her. She lunged at it, screaming and crying, shouting for help, but it didn’t budge.
“Please,” she whimpered.
“You’re going to hurt yourself. The door is pure steel, locked with a key and an electronic panel.”
She spun to face Grisha. He stood a few steps behind her, arms crossed over his chest, eyes gleaming with predatory intent. Her shoulders slumped. A lump formed in her throat.
“No. Please, Grisha. Let me go.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Why? You’re rich, powerful. You can have anything you want. Why?” she insisted. “I swear I won’t say anything. This never happened.”
“That isn’t the way this works, sweetheart.”
Her knees gave out and she slid to the floor. Her head spun. None of this made any sense. Grisha towered over her. Tears gathered behind her lids. She inched forward, hugging his left leg.
“I beg you.”
Grisha lay his hand on her head. She looked up at him. The power of his gaze undid the well of emotions within her. She would never get out of here. Sobs racked her body. She clung to him, beseeching him.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
He settled on the floor next to her and pulled her onto his lap. Ayla’s arms wrapped around his neck naturally. He caressed her back in soothing circles. She burrowed her face into the collar of his shirt, his fresh, woodsy essence entering her system. Familiar. Welcoming. Slowly, her tears ebbed replaced by confusion. Why did he comfort her?
“What are you going to do to me?” she whispered.
He caught her chin. His gaze danced over her face for an instant. His brow furrowed. The blue in his eyes darkened to midnight depths. Then his lips were on her, pressing, claiming, sparking her body alive. Her brain shut down. His tongue met hers and she opened up, eager to taste more. He demanded and she willingly gave.
Ayla was his to do as he pleased. His hands touched her everywhere, leaving behind a trail of burning need. Liquid gathered at the apex between her thighs. Her clit throbbed.
Grisha cupped her swollen breast, squeezing the turgid nub between his fingers. She moaned. He bent his head and took her nipple in his mouth, hungrily sucking. She arched, whimpering. His heavy hand slid across her thigh to her pussy. Relentless fingers probed her entrance.
“You’re soaked.” He groaned.
She turned her head, embarrassed. Grisha thrust a digit into her. Ayla sucked in air.
“You like this. You want this,” he said, his voice husky and gritty.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“You enjoy this,” he whispered, pushing another finger into her, slowly pumping them. She mewled.
“My sweet little dancer wants my cock in her cunt, doesn’t she?”
She shook her head.
“No? That’s not what this tells me.” He curled his finger across her G-spot and began to massage it. She shook from head to toe.
“What is it, sweetheart? Want more?”
Three fingers rubbed her. The pressure increased. Ayla threw back her head. Her hips swayed involuntarily. His strokes turned quick and short. Sweat trickled down her back.
“Grisha,” she panted.
“You’re going to come for me, Ayla, and you’re going to do it now.”
Elyzabeth M. VaLey is a writer of sizzling, sexy romance who firmly believes in happy ever after. From paranormal to contemporary, fantasy, or historical, she enjoys exploring her characters' darker side and writing stories about tortured heroes, strong heroines, and all that comes between them and their love.
When she's not writing, she can be found walking in the Spanish countryside with her black Lab, exploring castles, or enjoying some tapas with her friends.
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SO it occurred to me that I hadn't updated you guys on my books lately....
Alpha's Beta, North Woods Wolves Book 2, and my first m/m book, was accepted by my awesome publisher Evernight! It's scheduled for a tentative release sometime in April, keep an eye out here or on my facebook page for final date info on that. :)
Savage Alpha, North Woods Wolves #3, had a minor setback today in that I lost a chunk of work when windows updated. I didn't do an external save before the update, like I usually do for current projects, and *poof!* there went a really freaking hot sex scene. Thankfully it was only a handful of pages, and not the entire thing, but still, that hurt like a mofo. I originally gave myself until the end of May to finish and submit this one, but it's taking on a life of it's own and I'm not entirely sure that it's going to stay a short story, so we'll have to see what happens there. In the meantime, I've been giving the file dirty looks all day, and I don't even want to open it because I'm just sick to my stomach when I think about it. I get so little dedicated, uninterrupted writing time, and for that to happen...maybe tomorrow. Sigh.