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Happy Sunday! 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. :) Viktor Happy Evil After: Book One By Sarah Marsh Blurb: 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? Excerpt:
“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. Amazon: https://www.amzn.com/B0731FTJ8H Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/viktor-by-sarah-marsh/
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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 Excerpt:
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. “Fuck.” 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.” “Please, Grisha.” 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. “Please.” “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.” Available at: Evernight Publishing Amazon.com Amazon.co.uk Bookstrand And More! About Elyzabeth: 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. Follow her at: Blog Website Instagram (@elyzabethm.valey) Goodreads Pinterest (Break Me has its own inspiration board) Amazon Hiya! 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. Happy Sunday, everyone! I was having internet issues last weekend and because I never scheduled my post ahead of time, I wasn't able to get a post up. Sorry about that! This week I'm happy to bring you Possessed by Him by Jacey Holbrand. It's the first book in her series called Helldorado Mongrels MC. The series follows different immortal shifter families, a couple of humans, and the quest for stolen gold. It takes place in southern Nevada. ~ * ~ BLURB ~ * ~ Forced to return to a place of childhood trauma, Cameron Russell fears he’ll have to confront the specter of the past once again. Instead, he comes face to face with the man of his dreams. Literally. Unbeknownst to Cameron, Gabriel Dyson would do anything to help his human mate realize his destiny, including playing savior and invading Cameron’s dreams. When they finally meet face to face, all seems to go well. Then a member of the Helldorado Mongrels MC kidnaps Cameron, putting Cameron in mortal danger again. While restrained, Cameron is told a fantastical story of werewolves, which has to be myth…right? Yet memories flare to life—visions of bites and kisses—making him question everything about Gabe. Can Cameron and Gabe’s cosmic connection, their choices, and their love surpass the secrets Gabe has and the Mongrels’ evil plans? Be Warned: m/m sex, anal sex, outdoor sex, language, violence ~ * ~ ADULT EXCERPT ~ * ~
He ran his hands up Cameron’s smooth chest, tracing the dips and curves of his muscles. When Gabe latched onto one of Cameron’s hard nubs, Cameron sucked in a stream of air. Putting his lips on Cameron’s body was like heaven and hell. Heaven because it’d been ages since he tasted and touched his other half in the flesh. Hell because all he wanted to do was bite him and make him his for as long as their lives would last. More heat raced through Gabe’s veins and down into his cock, making it rock hard. He gazed straight into Cameron’s blue-gray eyes. “God, I want you, Cameron. I want you to take me in that beautiful mouth of yours.” “With pleasure.” Cameron dropped to his knees in front of him, reached out and yanked his jeans down and off his body. “Spread your legs, Gabe.” He did as Cameron requested. His cock protruded from his body, bobbing to and fro as he settled into a shoulder-width stance. Staring down upon him as Cameron positioned himself between his thighs and stroked, licked, and kissed his cock and balls, Gabe tilted his head back, loving the way Cameron took command of his body, his senses. The deep blue sky fell from sight as did the rest of the mountain’s view. Gabe closed his eyes to savor the exquisite feel of Cameron’s moist, warm mouth on his shaft. “You’re incredible.” He stroked Cameron’s head. Cameron licked his way off his cock, grasped it in a semi-closed fist and pumped his hand as he stared at him. “So are you. This cock?” He lapped the bead of pre-cum that’d beaded on the tip. “Amazing.” He dipped down once more to Gabe’s crotch, taking his whole cock into his mouth. Lusty pleasure flooded Gabe, making him ravenous for the man who moved to suck his balls. “Cameron, I want to taste you.” He tugged at him to have him stand, but Cameron wouldn’t budge. “I’m not done with you yet.” Cameron drew his tongue along Gabe’s cock. Gabe sucked in a thin stream of air. He couldn’t believe how wonderful the blow job felt, the wet mouth against his silky shaft. It’d been ages since he last had his mate in the flesh and experienced such intimacy with him. Though fucking Cameron’s mouth wasn’t like being balls deep in his ass. He wanted to howl at the sky with happiness. Yet, the truth about his shifting capability and immortality hung heavy over his head. He pondered if what they were doing constituted their relationship solidifying. Probably not. Which meant it still wasn’t time to tell Cameron everything. But then, if he waited too long, Cameron might not like that either. Cameron could accuse him of being secretive. He released a big sigh. Cameron slurped off his length. “You okay, Gabe?” “Yeah.” He paused and glanced down at the man kneeling before him. Perhaps it would be best to just lay everything out at the start and see what happens. “Actually, there is something important I need to explain to you before our relationship develops further.” Cameron stood and brushed the dirt off his knees. “All right. Should I be concerned?” “No. I don’t believe so. Just some family history and—” Rocks tumbling along the ground and off the cliff several feet away snatched Gabe’s focus. He sniffed the air. No scents that he could determine. That didn’t mean anything though since anti-scent repellants were in use by the Helldorado Mongrels. ~ * ~ BUY Jacey Holbrand’s BOOKS ~ * ~ http://www.evernightpublishing.com/possessed-by-him-by-jacey-holbrand/ - Evernight Publishing ## https://www.amazon.com/dp/B071KC92F5 - 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 ~ * ~ BIO ~ * ~ 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: [email protected] ~ * ~ STALK ~ * ~ https://jaceyholbrand.wordpress.com/ - Website/Blog ## https://twitter.com/JaceyHolbrand - Twitter ## https://www.facebook.com/jacey.holbrand - Facebook ## http://www.facebook.com/pages/Jacey-Holbrand-Author/584389541594430 - Facebook Page |
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