On life, the universe, and coffee.
Oh yeah, and books...
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On life, the universe, and coffee.
Oh yeah, and books...
yeah, I know, I missed last week. I blame the plague that continues to fester in my house, refusing to release my toddlers and my husband from it's grasp. Sigh...
Anyway, this week's topic is A book that influenced my life.
My immediate thought for this is one by a writer I admire, Saranna DeWylde. She published a nonfiction memoir under her real name, Sara Lunsford:
I want to tell you about this book, but I find myself at a loss for words whenever I try to talk about it. It's hard to explain how this resonated with me, when I've never been in the situations that she was. There's something about the mindset, the depths, the desperation, and the resolution...I often think about everything she overcame and say to myself, if she could come out of all that with a positive outlook, I can get through this... (whatever that current "this" is). The only thing I can say is, read this book.
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this week's blog challenge topic is, how much of myself is in my writing?
The smart-ass answer is not very much, since I'm not a wolf shifter, lol. Or a vampire, or any other supernatural being. Or even a badass nurse. :)
To be honest, though, it truly varies book by book. My very first book, In Self Defense, is dedicated to my husband "for being my Jason" ... In the book, Jason and Sarah are best friends, and after an abusive relationship, Jason helps her heal, get her life back together, and they eventually end up together. While I was thankfully not in a physically abusive relationship, I was in a very emotionally and mentally abusive one. When I emerged from that, my friends were waiting for me with open arms. My husband, who was (and remains to be) one of my best friends, was a shoulder to cry on, a rock to lean on, and was always there to catch me without judging any of the terrible decisions I'd made with my life. Not to mention, the embodiment of honestly everything I'd ever *really* wanted in a partner. Eventually I realized he'd been in love with me for years (and never said anything!!!). Face, meet palm, lol. Paging Captain Oblivious... Anyway, now thirteen years after that revelation, we have two kids, lol.
I find that I tend to put more of my husband into my heroes--quirks like being obsessed with cars, or a really sarcastic and tough veneer but a huge mush underneath--than of myself into my heroines. What I do see is that I write them more as I'd like to see myself: I'm not nearly as cool under fire as Cassie in Alpha Bitch, or as confident as Georgia in Caleb. But the book I'm currently editing (and with any luck, might make it to publication this year), yeah....at one point I was as broken emotionally as Lilith is, with the same non-existent sense of self-worth or self-esteem. There's this one scene, a few pages long, where I was just gutted when it was done. I'm pretty sure I wrote it in a daze late at night, and then just stared at the screen for a few minutes before going to bed. (The first draft was written six years ago, mind you). When I read back over it the next day, I cried.
So, long story short, it all depends on the mood of the story I guess. :)
Look out for me, posting two weeks in a row! lol!
This week's blog topic is My earliest memory .
I honestly don't known as I can say what my earliest memory is. When I think back, I can remember things like, waking up from a dream and still being half in it, thinking I could hear people talking (in another language). I remember some of the toys I used to play with, my friends, our pets...but nothing stands out as clear, nothing I can point to as "that's my first memory". Maybe I've killed too many brain cells in my 40 years of life? Hah!
Anyway, let me tell you the story of my dream:
When I was very young - let's say, 3ish, maybe 4? - my mom would put me in my room for a nap, or I'd be in my room playing by myself while she was doing something else. My brother would be at school, dad at work. And I'd be having full-blown conversations on my own. So, one day my mom asked me who I was talking to, and I told her, "my mother". Of course, she replied that she was in the other room, and I said to her, "NO, my *Indian* mother". And then I'd tell her stories about life as a Native American, giving her names and places that I had NO WAY of knowing at that age.
Now, when I was a little older, at night, once everyone went to bed, my parents would often open the door to my room. I'm not entirely sure of the reasons for this, but I imagine it had something to do with heat/air flow. We had pets, and occasionally our cat would come in and sleep on my bed. Let's say I was 6 or 7 at this time, although I truly don't know how old I was. One night, I'd had a very vivid dream of living in a Native village - teepees, stuff like that. For whatever reason, I woke up, and I *SWEAR* I could still hear people talking. When I told my mom about it, she tried very hard to convince me that what I'd heard was the cat sleeping -- snoring -- on my bed. But I never really believed her. :)
Hello there (again)!
So, clearly, I'm terrible at regular posting. One glance at the dates of my archived posts should prove that. Hell, I didn't even blog about my release in November of 2018! **facepalm** Of course, I blame all of this on two toddlers, my position on the preschool executive board, and working part time, all while trying to keep the household running -- and not my own terrible time management and amazing ability to procrastinate, lol.
With all that in mind, one of my amazing Evernight cohorts and talented writer Dania Voss saw a listing for a weekly blog challenge and thought it would be fun for a bunch of us to all post, using a group hashtag of #evernighties and this awesome graphic that Katherine Wyvern created. We'll be posting to our own blogs, the Evernight Reader's group on facebook, and on whatever other social media outlets we want to include. So naturally I jumped on the bandwagon, because something like this might just be the kick in the rear that I need to get better at this self-promotion stuff. ;)
WEEK ONE: My favorite thing that I've written (and why)
This is not an easy choice, honestly, despite the short list of published material. The reason for that is the massive amount of works-in-progress sitting on my laptop, and my current foray into the world of fanfic.
If I had to pick a favorite, first and foremost Cassie from Alpha Bitch comes to mind. I loved writing that book. When I think of her, I hear the quote "though she be but little, she is fierce". Also, at the time, the song "Exes and Ohs" by Elle King was big, and I listened to her stuff pretty much nonstop while writing. Add that with the concept of a single female Alpha leading a wolf pack, in her twenties, and you get one feisty little woman who doesn't take shit from anyone -- including the Alpha Council and the other packs in their neck of the woods -- but is still genuinely caring and nurturing, a natural leader. She's strong, without having an agenda or something to prove. She just wants to live life on her terms, not some outdated mode of patriarchal thinking that says males run the packs and women sit quietly by.
When I wrote Alpha Bitch, I'd intended for it to be a stand-alone, but a year or so later, I had an idea for another book set in that world (which was Alpha's Beta), and I've nearly completed the third book in the series now -- which is significantly longer than the first two. Cassie makes appearances in both of the other books in the series, mostly because I can't shut her up. She's far more influential in her world than she let on at first, so this third book has been interesting, to say the least. :)
Sorry about the extended and unplanned hiatus over the summer. I promise to get back to regular postings again!!! Between playdates and reading and writing and working and getting ready for my son to start preschool (OMG how did that happen????) I just kind of never made time to get on here.
With that said, there's a new weekly posting that I'll be doing on Tuesdays, a paranormal feature, as well as my Sunday Spotlights for new or old releases.
To get the new feature started, I'd like to bring you Magali Frechette's new release, My Life to Take. It's the second book in her A Demon's Love series.
Everything Celina thought she knew was a lie.
Her husband’s murder, her family’s religion…nothing was what it seemed. The avenging blood
on her hands is barely dry, but she’ll do whatever it takes to save this unshakable proof of their
love. Even swallow her terror to fulfill the bargain that was sealed on a bed of lies.
But there’s little time for tender reconciliation. Demons are being murdered, their mutilated
bodies marked with cryptic threats only Celina can decipher. When visions of the massacres
plague her at every turn, Kai sends her back to the human world in the care of the demon she
Secured in Shiriki’s high rise, she must uncover her own shrouded history. The key to saving the
dark realm lies in her past, but an angel with a diabolical mind may lead to their destruction.
Evernight Publishing: https://www.evernightpublishing.com/my-life-to-take-by-magali-a-
When his mere presence bends iron, does her broken soul stand a chance?
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. “I’m fine.”
“And how are you feeling about us?” he asked quietly.
She took a deep breath. “We have a lot to work on for the next while, but we’ll do it together.”
“We will certainly do many things together,” he said with a lewd grin.
In less than a second, he stood naked, his muscles rippling in the low lighting of the room. She
ran her hands against his hard chest, her pulse racing as she stared at his pale skin.
The word resonated inside her mind as she felt him invade her thoughts. He growled as he
pressed her body against his, kissing along her neck as she closed her eyes. He felt so good, and
he was hers as much as she belonged to him.
“Your body, soul, and life are mine.” His tone darkened. “And although I never had a soul of my
own, though my life is endless, you have all of me.”
Before she could respond, he took her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside. She moaned as he
cupped her breasts, her nipples hardening under his touch. When he tugged at the hard peaks,
their lips parted, and she let out a harsh breath.
“I want you.” The words left her in a whisper, a plea from the need pulsing through her.
He lifted her in his arms and carried her to their bed, sitting her on its edge. Despite his
gentleness, an animalistic expression flashed across his face as he stared. He crouched in front of
her and glided his hand along her thigh.
Heat filled her, burning so hot she was sure she’d combust. Licking her lips, she parted her legs.
Her throbbing increased when his gaze traveled to her sex. He stared with such carnal desire, she
was sure she’d orgasm.
“You are so beautiful … and no one else will ever touch you.” He kissed her inner thigh and
trailed his tongue across her skin, nipping along the way as she gasped.
Letting herself fall onto the bed, her chest heaved as her stomach fluttered. He licked her swollen
lips, and she trembled under the pleasure of his touch. He flicked her clit, and she whimpered.
His muffled groans against her wetness had her trembling, and she writhed as he sucked hard on
her pink flesh. She grabbed hold of his hands holding her hips, digging her fingernails into his
flesh, crying out.
“Your screams are as delicious as you are, dove.”
Running her fingers through his hair, she tugged, so he’d look at her. He growled at being
denied, his gaze darting to her sex as he licked his lips.
She panted. “I want you.”
He stood. Feathers flew around him, black as night. Within seconds, the feathers falling around
him dissipated into smoke, leaving Kai in his true form. Her demon.
The horns on his head held the same red arcane symbols, glowing brightly. He folded his black
wings as he took a step closer, the darkness behind his red irises sending a shiver down her spine.
Her chest heaved as she crawled farther onto the bed and reached her hand out to him. She
wished she had the words to tell him how much she loved him, but showing him would be better.
He chuckled as he got onto the bed, even kneeling he towered over her like a looming shadow
waiting to pounce. “You do not need to use words. I can feel it radiating off you as easily as I
smell your lust.”
Where to find Magali:
Evernight Publishing: https://www.evernightpublishing.com/magali-a-frechette/
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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.
~ * ~ BLURB ~ * ~
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
~ * ~ BUY ~ * ~
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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