On life, the universe, and coffee.
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On life, the universe, and coffee.
Oh yeah, and books... |
Happy Monday everyone! Nicola Cameron is here once again, with the newest installment in her Two Thrones series - Lady of Thorns - and as always, it looks great! Hello, and thanks so much for having me on today! Lady of Thorns is the third book in a series that was never supposed to be a series. I’ve been describing it as “Lady Mary from Downton Abbey goes head to head with Alan Shore from Boston Legal—and hijinks ensue!” While I’ve resigned Danaë and Matthias to the background for now, fear not, Mattaë fans—book four will run in parallel to the events of Lady of Thorns and covers what happens when Matthias arrives in Hellas for his first official visit after the wedding. In the meantime I do hope you enjoy the story of Amelie and Alain, and I can promise that they’ll make another appearance down the line as I now know where I’m going with this series. All I will say about that is: buckle up, because it’s going to be a bumpy ride. Mwahahahaha… Love was never supposed to be part of the deal… Lady Amelie de Clerq’s prickly demeanor and earth mage abilities have earned her the nickname “Lady of Thorns,” keeping potential suitors at bay and making her the butt of the nobility’s jokes. Determined to attract a husband who will love her for herself rather than her fortune, she decides to embark on a journey of sensual self-discovery. Alain LaPorte, wily lawyer and toast of the capital’s social set, has been summoned to Lierdhe to oversee business negotiations with a neighboring earl. When Amelie asks Alain to tutor her in the bedroom arts, he agrees to introduce the virgin mage to pleasure. But lessons in lovemaking soon turn into a matter of the heart, forcing both Amelie and Alain to confront their fears about intimacy, loyalty, and love. EXCERPT: LaPorte returned with two goblets of wine and handed her one, the deep garnet of the liquid lit with reflected fire from the candlelight. “I’m glad you came. I must admit, I was afraid you’d changed your mind.” Amelie took a deep sip, hoping the cool, tart wine would help soothe her nerves. “I had to persuade my maid that I didn’t require help getting ready for bed.” As it was, she wasn’t sure that she’d convinced Jeanette with her excuse that she planning on going back down to her office. “I apologize if I kept you waiting.” “No apologies necessary.” He showed her to a pair of chairs set on either side of the fireplace and sat down. “You look lovely.” She plucked at the light blue wool of her gown, wishing she had worn something more alluring, or at least with a lower neckline. Her mother’s closet was full of silky, clingy dresses with daring necklines, and she would have given a great deal to rummage through them. Instead, I come to him dressed like some awkward girl. Which I suppose I am. “Thank you. You look very handsome.” He smiled at that. “Thank you, my lady.” A silence fell after that. She fidgeted with the goblet, wishing she didn’t feel like such a fool. The weight of his attention was tangible, causing her stomach to flutter. “I don’t know what to say now,” she confessed. “You don’t have to say anything. Drink your wine and let me look at you.” Her mouth dried again at that and she took a quick sip from her goblet. “I’m sorry about the plainness of my gown. I’m afraid I don’t have anything appropriate to wear to—” A seduction. “—something like this.” His lips quirked at that. “I asked you to leave what you had on because I liked it. Pretty gowns make for lovely gift wrapping, true, but it all comes off in the end anyway. Besides, there’s a certain appeal to a gown such as yours.” “I don’t see what that could be,” she muttered into her goblet. “It’s what it represents. Youth, innocence, an unknown territory ripe to be explored. I suspect it’s the reason why so many men have a fondness for deflowering virgins—they relish being the first man a woman has known intimately.” She tried to lock the question behind her jaws, but it popped out. “Do you like that?” “Deflowering virgins?” “Yes.” “No.” She slouched lower in her chair. “Oh.” He held up a hand. “Not to say that I have anything against it, mind you. Everyone has to start somewhere, after all. But I don’t fetishize it to the degree that other men do. I see it more as a starting point on a very pleasant journey.” She hadn’t thought of it that way. “And you don’t think less of me for my request?” “Not at all, my lady. You know what you want, and you wish an experienced tutor to help you achieve it. It’s all quite reasonable to me.” He settled in his chair, sipping his wine. “As I’m playing tutor to you in this area, are there any questions you wish to ask me?” There were, actually. “Will it hurt much?” “It shouldn’t. If I make sure you’re aroused and open first, you should be able to take me without discomfort.” Take him. Those simple words set warmth rolling through her lower belly. “So, no gushing blood or rending pain, then.” He rolled his eyes. “That might be the case if a maid beds a huge brute of a man who’s only interested in his own pleasure. But that won’t be the case with you, I can assure you. I’m confident enough in my ability to couch a lance without causing you harm.” Even if there would be pain, she was prepared to bear it for the promise of pleasure afterwards. She wondered how many women he’d taken to bed, but found she didn’t want to know the answer. “How do we do this? Go from sitting here to naked and in bed?” Alain studied her, then drained his goblet. “Like this, my lady.” BUY LINKS: Amazon US | Amazon UK | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | iTunes | Google Play Nicola Cameron is an expatriate Chicagoan who has lived in England, Canada, Holland, and Sweden, and keeps a confusing amalgamation of languages in her head as a result. Currently located in the clavicle of Texas, she has finally mastered the proper use of "y'all," much to her Chicago family's dismay. Despite a healthy interest in sex since puberty, it wasn't until 2012 that Nicola decided to try writing about it. As it turned out, the skills she picked up during her SF writing career transferred rather nicely to erotic romance. When not writing, she wrangles cats, smooches her husband, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture...). Website | Blog | Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | Goodreads
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Eek! It's Sunday again already! lol :) Be Warned: menage sex (MFM), double penetration, anal sex, breath play
Dubbed Boston’s bachelor of the year, Blake Harper knows how to make the North Shore's women sigh and say yes…except for the studious Wren Shipman. The more she resists, the more he's compelled to pursue the little birdie, conquer her, and flee to save himself from a fall he's never wanted. Wren would love nothing more than to dig her fingernails into Blake's back and squeeze the life from him with her thighs. But she's not interested in being another notch in the billionaire bachelor's string of shapely sweethearts—not when she's so close to earning the precious college degree that will help her rise above the trailer-trash stench she was born into. With his best friend’s help, the playboy's persistence wears on the young co-ed, until he has the little bird soaring from every fantasy he fulfills. What goes up must come down, and when Wren finds herself falling hard and fast towards a bitter reality, she'll do anything to save her heart from shattering. Even if it means walking away from the only man who had the passion to make her fly. Excerpt: “Dance with me,” he said, pushing to his feet and holding out his hand. I’d rather get right to the fucking, I thought, but I took his hand anyway, cursing myself with every erotic sway of our tightly pressed bodies. His hard cock pressed against my belly, his large hand palmed my ass. I dug my fingernails into the back of his neck, closed my eyes, and leaned my forehead against his rock-like chest. He smelled ten times better than chocolate; woodsy, sexy man … I wanted a bite. “You drive me insane.” I heard myself whisper. Blake’s other hand palmed my ass, and he lifted me higher. My legs wrapped around his waist and squeezed as our mouths crashed together. His groans filled my ears as his fingers dug into my backside. I’d bruise for sure, I thought, pulling his hair to angle his head so I could bite his lower lip. “Fuck,” he gasped as I bit harder. He ground his cock against my soaked core, and I repeated his curse over the fact clothing separated our bodies. His mouth released from my hold, Blake kissed along my jaw, down my neck, and back up to my ear as I squirmed in his hold. He bit my earlobe, and I winced, my panties useless to contain my arousal. “I want to fuck you, Wren. Right here. Right now.” I shimmied out of his arms, and he tugged my tank top off. In my rush to get his shirt open, I heard a few buttons ping off the furniture as they flew. Holy shit, his bare chest. I licked across one pec and bit the hard nub on the other. “Goddamn it, woman.” He all but ripped off my skirt, the material floating to the floor. Panting—heaving for breath—we stepped apart, hungry gazes drinking in the other. His eyes set my skin aflame, and I swallowed, nails digging into my palms, as I studied every curve and indent of his sinful upper body. The luscious V of muscle disappearing beneath his jeans flooded my mouth with drool and my pussy with cream. “Lose the jeans,” I said, my voice raspy and low. “Lose the bra and panties,” he replied, reaching for his zipper. A quick rustle of clothing and we both stood naked, his jutting cock drawing my gaze. “Condom,” I whispered, every inch of my body thrumming. Blake fished one from the back pocket of his jeans, ripped it open, and rolled it on. Two steps forward, and he tangled a hand in my hair, his other hand gripping my thigh to hoist me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and wiggled around, trying to line up his cock with my dripping core. He attacked my mouth, striding across the room. My back slammed into a wall, ripping a gasp from me, but Blake swallowed the noise and thrust into me, balls deep and perfect. Purchase Links: Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-playboy-bachelor-by-lynn-burke/ Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Playboy-Bachelor-Lynn-Burke-ebook/dp/B01N39DNGN Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Playboy-Bachelor-Lynn-Burke-ebook/dp/B01N39DNGN Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/the-playboy-bachelor 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. Find Lynn on her website, Facebook, Twitter, Amazon, and Goodreads. Need a new book to warm up with? How about 19 for one super low price? Check out Season of Seduction! Limited Edition collection of Holiday romances
Ring in the holidays this year with this collection of steamy to sexy scintillating reads from today’s hottest bestselling authors. Whether you’re looking for a romance by the warm glow of the fireplace or a passionate romp on a bear skin rug, there is something for all readers, for every taste, desire, and whim. Come and join us, won’t you? This is sure to be a Season… of Seduction. ✩ Featured Authors ✩ Storm of Seduction (Gilpin County Search and Rescue) by Nicole Morgan Will Lori’s plan be the thing that brings her and Kevin together again? Or will the rewards not be worth the risk as their very survival hangs in the balance? Car Crash Love by Caitlyn Lynch Could a car crash really be the beginning of Paige’s happily ever after? Snowed In and Set Up by: Whitley Cox Six lonely hearts, five days and a whole lotta mistletoe. Winter’s Reign by Tracy Goodwin One queen falls, asone queen rises. Long may she reign … Delivered through The Storm by Nicole Garcia One special delivery can change your life forever. Paper Love by Aubrey Wynne Can Ben win her love with the help of a stray homing pigeon and an old origami legend? Out of her Element by Debbie White Everything happens for a reason… Finding Love by Krista Ames Sometimes the best things are found in awkward places... My Little Secret by Ember Leigh Just once is never enough. Slow Hand by Bonnie Edwards A jilted bride...a sexy sea captain...love at first touch… Wherever Love Finds You by Laura Haley-McNeil It’s his game. He makes the rules. Rule number one - only he can break the rules. Finding Their Future by Sarah Marsh Sometimes to get to your future, you have to go through the past. The Beast In A Suit by Elena Kincaid She’s no damsel. He’s no prince. A PROMISE OF WINTER by Maia Dylan A broken promise. A broken heart. Can a helicopter crash mend both? Accused by Carmen Fox United by grief. Separated by secrets. Venetian Holiday by Christine Donovan Her best friend’s brother. Will they, or won’t they? Christmas at Starlight by Kris Jett The weather may be cold outside, but things are sizzling indoors. War Of Hearts by Shelique Lize The heart wants, what it wants. The Snow Drift Inn by Michelle Ziegler Our pasts don’t define us, but they leave scars that can ruin our future. Purchase Links: Amazon iTunes B&N Google Kobo Hello again! Today, Jessica Coulter Smith returns to the spotlight, this time with part of her Intergalactic Brides series. Celeste and the Alien Bartender is book #8 in the line, and I believe she's currently at work on #15! A desperate mother. A determined alien. And a romance neither expected. Zanar has made himself a home on Earth, where he owns Stardust Bar, popular with both aliens and humans. There’s only one thing missing from Zanar’s life. Despite his best efforts to impress the human females he meets, he’s still without a mate. At the age of twenty-six, it isn’t imperative for him to pair off and start a family just yet, but he’s lonely and ready to settle down. The last thing he expects is for Celeste to come into his life and turn it upside down. After having been abducted by an alien race five years ago, Celeste is back on Earth. She’s spent those years as a slave on the planet Vaaden, where she had a precious daughter with her owner, Pynder. But when Pynder dies suddenly, his parents swoop in and snatch Sophie from Celeste’s arms before banishing her from their world. Celeste will do anything to get her daughter back, but falling in love with a bartender -- or anyone else -- was never part of the plan. “I didn’t know how fancy the hotel restaurant was,” Celeste said, smoothing a hand over her dress from earlier that morning. “Is this okay, or should I change?”
“You’re perfect,” he said softly, and she could tell he meant it. Her cheeks warmed, and she took his outstretched hand, letting him lead her to the restaurant. Her mother trailed behind them, giving them some time alone. Celeste tightened her grip on Zanar’s hand as they entered the restaurant, which to her looked pretty swanky. The tables were draped with white tablecloths, and a single rose was in a vase in the middle of every table. The strains of a quartet could be heard even from the entryway. “Zanar, I really think I should change.” “Relax, Celeste. I think you look beautiful, and I’m sure every man in the room will agree with me. Stop worrying about what other people think.” He stared down at her. “Do you feel pretty in your dress?” She hesitated only a moment before she nodded. “Then that’s all that matters.” He smiled. “Never let someone else’s opinion dictate how you feel about yourself or others. Always be true to yourself and everything else will fall into place.” “You truly believe that?” she asked. “I do. But if makes you feel better, I would never lie to you. When I tell you that you’re beautiful, I mean it.” She warmed at his praise and couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her lips. She glanced at her mother and saw that Zanar was quickly winning both of their hearts. He really was almost too perfect. There had to be a flaw somewhere, but she hadn’t found it just yet. They were seated and given menus. A waiter appeared almost instantly to take their drink order and then vanished as silently as he’d arrived. Celeste was a little overwhelmed with the menu choices, and worried when she didn’t see prices listed. It might have been a long time since she’d been on Earth, but even she knew that meant the place was expensive. She didn’t know how much a bartender made, but this seemed like an unneeded extravagance. “Zanar, maybe we should go somewhere else.” His eyebrows rose. “You don’t see anything you like?” “It’s not that.” She worried her lower lip with her teeth. “I think what my daughter is trying to say is that this place is too expensive,” her mother said. “After being off world for so long, she’d be just as content with fast food as she would shrimp and lobster.” “I see.” He smiled a little. “If you’re worried I can’t afford this place, don’t be. I may not be as rich as some of my friends, but I’m not hurting for money. The Stardust does good business and I own my house, so I don’t have to pay rent or a mortgage every month. I also own the bar, so aside from the usual monthly expenses it doesn’t cost much to keep the place going.” Her mother nudged her. “In other words, he’s a good provider should you decide to give him a chance.” Zanar cleared his throat, and his cheeks flushed a darker purple. She found it charming that her mother could unnerve him. Even when she’d lived on Earth, it hadn’t been often that she’d seen a man blush. She’d figured someone in his line of work had seen and heard everything and wouldn’t be flustered by much. Somehow, it made him a little more human to her, even though she knew there wasn’t a drop of human blood in him. “What brought you to Earth?” Celeste asked. “My brother is a rather revered warrior on my world, and so is my father. I do well enough in combat, but my talents lie elsewhere. I can take a failing business and make it thrive in a short amount of time, but there’s not much use for that skill on my world. When I saw that some of my people were settling on Earth, I decided to give it a try. I figured it couldn’t be any worse than being at home.” “So, you left your family behind?” her mother asked. “I still speak with my parents on the Vid-comm rather frequently. What do you humans say? I was the black sheep of the family. While I miss my family, I know that my time is better spent here. At least on Earth, I have a chance at finding a mate.” “I’ve read articles about the Terrans,” her mother said. “There’s a shortage of females on your world, right?” He nodded. “My generation has been all male. We don’t understand exactly what happened, but it’s been necessary to find females outside of our race to ensure our survival. Humans are the most compatible.” He smiled. “And the most beautiful.” “How exactly did the Terran stations come about?” Celeste asked. “So much has happened since I’ve been gone. When I was captured, I didn’t even know aliens existed, and now you’re walking among us, running businesses, getting married. It’s almost too much to take in.” “My planet made an agreement with Earth’s government. In exchange for our protection should Earth be attacked, we were allowed to open a bride exchange in different locations around your world. Women would take a series of tests, were paid a fee, and then were shipped to my world where they would find a match.” “And the stations were where those tests are administered?” “Yes, and they were also where the shuttles would land and take off. Things evolved quickly, and our stations grew, with more and more of our males coming here. Now it’s common to find my kind on your world, and it keeps the monsters at bay. A few friendly alien races have reached out to us and Earth to share in the bride exchange and negotiations are still ongoing. Some races have already been accepted, and you may see them from time to time at the different stations, but they don’t roam the cities as much.” It seemed so surreal to Celeste. When the Vaadens had taken her and she’d woken as a captive on another world, it had been a complete nightmare. It was hard to imagine living side by side with other alien races, and living in harmony. She supposed it only made sense that not all aliens were alike, just like all humans weren’t. Thinking that Terrans and whatever other races were out there were the same as Vaadens wasn’t fair. Zanar was proving that some aliens could be trusted. “So, you only have one brother?” her mother asked. “Yes, and we’re very different. Ryx is a few years older than I am, and he’s very serious about his position on my world. He claimed one of the first humans to be part of the bride program, and they seem happy enough. Unfortunately, they haven’t had children as of yet, which I think frustrates him.” Zanar shrugged. “I think my parents are now relying on me to make them grandparents. It’s the one thing my mother wants most.” “Are you actively seeking a mate?” her mother asked. “Not exactly. I’ve been on dates since coming here, but I just never clicked with anyone. We’d share a meal and then go our separate ways.” Her mother smirked. “Handsome guy like you, I’m sure there was a bit more to it than that.” He flushed again. “Yes, well… it’s been quite a while since I’ve been with a woman. I decided I was finished with casual sex and would wait for my mate, however long it took to find her.” “And are you getting any closer to finding her?” her mother asked. His gaze zeroed in on Celeste. “I think I may be.” Amazon - https://www.amazon.com//dp/B01MUBRADS B&N – http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/celeste-and-the-alien-bartender-jessica-coulter-smith/1125495115 Kobo - https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/celeste-and-the-alien-bartender ABOUT THE AUTHOR Award-winning author Jessica Coulter Smith has been in love with the written word since she was a child writing her first stories in crayon. Today she’s a multi-published author of over seventy-five novellas and novels. Romance is an integral part of her world and spills over from her professional life into her personal one. When she went on that first date with her husband, she never expected to hear the words “Marry me!” pop out of his mouth - and judging by the shocked look on his face, he hadn’t meant to say them either. But, being the hopeless romantic that she is, Jessica said yes and they’ve been married since 2000. Jessica firmly believes that love will find you at the right time, even if Mr. Right is literally out of this world. She’s often gazed at the stars and wondered what, or who, else might be out there. Who’s to say that hunky model on the hottest romance bestseller isn’t really from some far off galaxy? Maybe that blue Martian you saw at Halloween wasn’t really in costume. After all, there’s an awful lot of space out there for us to be the only ones living in it. You can find Jessica on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, or at her website. Holy crap it's Sunday again already, lol! I've been working like crazy at the day job -- double the hours I usually work in a week -- and haven't been able to do much writing. I literally crashed around 8:30pm last night putting the youngest to bed! But since we're up nice and early (because toddlers dgaf about daylight savings time changes!) I'm still giving you guys the weekly spotlight before I go to work later today. :) This week, I have Andi Bremner's Free Spirit for you: How much of your heart would you give if you knew how short life could be? Juliette Reynolds knows that life is a precious gift that could be snatched away at any moment. A survivor of childhood leukemia she lives her life seeking fun, adventure and love at every turn making no commitments and never settling in one place for too long in her quest to experience life to the fullest. Her latest adventure has bought her to Myrtle Beach where she meets Noah Daniels. Having lost his wife in a freak boating accident three years ago Noah also knows how quickly life can be sucked away. But Juliette, with her zest for life and eternal optimism, is determined to wake Noah up and bring him back into the world of the living. That is, until it seems like living is what she might not get to do. Excerpt
“I’m going to be completely honest with you, Juliette,” Noah told her as soon as they were back in his pickup truck. “I don’t want to take you back yet. I want to take you home. Home to my house.” She beamed at him. “I’d like that.” He frowned. “Do you understand what I am saying? That I want to take you home and I want to take you to bed.” “I know. I want to go to bed. With you.” He growled and started the truck up. Before he pulled out from the curb though he looked over at her, wanting to make it clear, needing her to know before … so that she didn’t have any false expectations of what this was and of what to expect. “I want to take you home, Jules…” “Juliette,” she interrupted quietly. “I prefer Juliette.” He nodded before continuing. “I want to take you home and I want to take you to bed and I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you hard. But … and I need you to know this, I need you to understand—I don’t want anything more. I don’t want a relationship, I don’t want you to move in, I don’t want this to be anything more than what it is. I’m not looking for anything more.” Juliette nodded. “I understand completely.” He narrowed his eyes. “You do?” “No commitment,” she said. “I get it. I don’t want that either, although I do like the idea of you fucking me hard.” Noah growled again, his eyes roaming over her face taking in every exquisite detail. Where the hell had this girl come from? She was perfect. Perfect for him. Sexy, gorgeous, oozing a zest for life that was severely missing from his and a commitment-phobic as well. Well, not so much a commitment phobic but more an avoider … like him. It was like Providence had bought her to him. Noah drove the short distance to his house his mind fixed on nothing else but Juliette. When they arrived at his house he ran around to open her door watching her face as she took in the small, single story bungalow he called home. “This is so cute,” she cried, following him up the path. “I love it.” “Of course you do,” he said, fumbling with his keys and unlocking the door. Immediately Loop, his dog, flew at them, covering Noah with licks and racing around like a loony in her excitement to have him own. Then she turned her attention on Juliette, doing the same for her. “Is this your guard dog?” Juliette laughed, ruffling the hair on the back of Loop’s head. “She is useless but oh so cute!” “Loopsy,” Noah growled. “Get down.” Juliette crouched down and scratched Loop’s belly as she laughed. “She is so cute! Hello, Loopsy, my name’s Juliette. I guess they call you Loopsy because you are a bit crazy?” Noah scowled. “She’s completely crazy. I tried to train her, but she’s too nuts.” “Well you know what,” Juliette laughed, speaking to the dog, “I’ve been called crazy before, too. I think it’s just that we’re misunderstood though. Don’t you think, Loops?” Noah shook his head, feeling strangely jealous that Juliette was lavishing her attention on his crazy cocker spaniel when he wanted all her attention on him. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her to her feet, ignoring the surprised look on her face. “I should offer you a drink or something,” he said, his eyes roaming over her face, “but really I just want to take that sexy as all hell dress off.” Juliette’s pupils dilated, and the dog, it seemed, was completely forgotten. “I had enough to eat and drink tonight. At the restaurant.” Noah drew her towards him, planting his mouth firmly and possessively against hers. He didn’t bother going gently this time, didn’t bother easing her into the kiss. Instead he unleashed everything he had, every feeling he had as he let his mouth slant over hers, as he forced her lips apart and thrust his tongue deep within her mouth, tasting and savoring her. Dragging her with him he pulled her further into his house, through the living room and down the short corridor to his bedroom. He’d already closed the curtains earlier and left a low bedside lamp on, which now cast the room in a pale yellow light. Pausing, he glanced at the rumpled bedding wishing he’d made the bed that morning. Not that it mattered, he planned on messing it up very soon. “Take your dress off, Juliette,” he commanded, against her mouth, “please.” “I like your manners,” she told him as she pulled back, tugging at the tie around her neck. “You’re such a gentleman.” “You won’t think I’m such a gentleman,” he grumbled, watching as she slid the dress ever so softly off her shoulders and let it fall unheeded to the floor, “when I’m fucking you senseless and making you scream.” Her mouth fell open, and her eyes, those pools of sea green, went wide. Noah felt another possessive, almost caveman like grumble building in his chest. Dropping his eyes, he let his gaze run over her body, pausing at that odd scar a moment before dipping further, moving over her breasts, down her smooth, flat stomach, over the curve of her hips and lingering on the pale blue, lacy panties that covered her center. “Take everything off.” Her mouth twitched. “Have you forgotten your manners already?” His pulled his eyes up to meet hers, swallowing over the thickening in his throat. “Please.” Juliette grinned, reaching around to unclasp her bra, drawing it slowly down her arms before discarding it on the floor with her dress. She was just about to reach for her panties when Noah lunged at her, his mouth clamping down on hers as he pulled her against him, crushing her against him. Juliette made a small sound of surprise, but that was quickly stifled by his mouth on hers. Stumbling, he led her back to the bed where they fell, his mouth barely breaking its assault on hers as his hands ran the length of her body, cupping and caressing her breasts, pinching the peaks until they stood as hard nubs and Juliette cried out in his mouth. Her hand slid beneath his shirt, tugging it from the waistband. He pulled back at her insistence and pulled it over his head, throwing it somewhere in the room before he lowered his head back down to hers, relishing in the feel of her soft breasts against his hard chest, the differences between them. How smooth and soft she was against his hardness, how cool her skin was to touch whilst his felt almost feverish. It was almost as if the differences between them made them perfect for one another. Her hands were running over him, over the hard planes and angles of his body, her fingers tracing the sharpened contours. He felt massive, looming over her, and carefully rested his body weight on his arms even as he wanted to get closer. Lowering his head, he closed his mouth over a breast, sucking her nipple deep as she arched against him. His hand squeezed and pinched her nipple, and Juliette pressed her hands into his hair, urging him closer as the sounds continued to escape her. God, he loved those sounds she made. It was like angels singing or the sweetest concerto he had had ever heard. He switched, turning his attention to her other breast, as he ran another hand over her flat belly and wrapped her hip, jerking her against him, lifting her butt from the bed. Then he kissed lower, his tongue running over her skin, licking and then dipping into her belly button. “Noah,” she murmured beneath him, tugging at his head. “Oh God.” “Hmmn?” he whispered against her skin as his mouth skimmed the top of her panties, which were so fine and lacy that they left nothing to the imagination. Not that Noah had to imagine what she looked like. The image of her, naked and dripping wet that morning, had been seared into his mind, into his heart. She was bare, shaved or waxed, he didn’t know, but she was bare. When he tugged at her panties she dug her heels into the bed and lifted her hips allowing him to slide them down her thighs and throw them away. “Noah,” she whimpered beneath him, shivering a little. Raising his head, he looked at her, drawing her deep into his memory bank and imprinting her there. Head back, lost in the pillows, eyes closed, swollen lips open and panting, breasts heaving, nipples hardened, legs spread for him, pussy arching up to meet him. Noah growled, a low rumble in his chest as he ran a hand lightly over her center. She was wet already, and he sucked in a breath. God, could this girl be any more perfect? Sliding one finger along her folds he dipped a finger inside watching as her mouth fell open and she arched off the bed, legs opening to give him further access. Gently, he pressed a thumb to her nub, circling ever so slowly as she began to writhe and grab at him, murmuring his name. His chest constricted at the marvelous sight unfolding before him, and when he dipped his head to taste her little bit of heaven, he thought he’d come undone. “Noah,” she whimpered louder now. “Noah…” “Yeah, baby. I want you to come. I want to watch you come for me.” Her legs were trembling, her thighs clamping around his head as she arched against him, using her hands to press him further closer, searching for her release. He kept his eyes open, watching her, loving the way her orgasm built, loving how she lost herself in him, in his touch, in his mouth. Buy links: Evernight Publishing Amazon About Andi: Andi Bremner is a romance writer who is lucky enough to live by the beautiful Indian Ocean in Western Australia with her husband and three children. Andi grew up with her nose in a book and her head in the clouds. Her favourite books were the ones that transported her away to another world full of dashing heroes and damsels in distress set in faraway time periods. Romance, and in particular, complicated romances soon became her favourite novels to read and write and she now writes angst ridden tales of first love with some steamy interludes thrown in as well. On the weekends Andi can be found ferrying her children to their various after school activities or hiking and camping in the stunning Australian outdoors. Facebook Website Pinterest Twitter Amazon Happy Sunday! Hope you're all having a great weekend. I'm not, I've finally fallen victim to the germs infesting my house for the past month between hubby and the kids, and I'm pretty sure I'm headed to the doctor on Monday. sigh.... Anyway, this week's spotlight is another great Allyson Young book, Undone by Destiny. It's part of her Blue Star Shifters line, and as always, it rocks. :) Desiree lost her heart to Tahl before he moved away, pursuing a redheaded shifter. Devastated, she somehow managed to hope he got what he needed. Except, being part Fae, she now believes she’s cursed him. Tahl has returned, unmated, refusing to share what transpired. When Tahl pursues her, realizing what she has always meant to him, Desi desperately avoids, her guilt—and refusal to be second choice—a deterrent to her heart. Her twenty-fifth birthday approaches, and hot from the chase, Tahl corners her. He triggers her heat and she must allow him to assuage it, however outraged and resentful she might be. The redhead follows Tahl, refusing to accept his mating—he can’t be bonded should his mate die... The males fail to thwart the nefarious plan, and the true nature of both females is revealed. Only one bitch can win and keep Tahl’s heart, and Desi won’t lose. Excerpt: Now that he was here, he was stalling, and he grimaced. Nothing much scared him, but the female presumably inside the cabin… He forced his feet to carry up the short set of stairs and opened the front door with a confidence he didn’t feel. Until he saw her. Huddled on the couch, facing him, was his future mate, the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen—or scented. Cheeks flushed, hair now streaming in wild abandon and clothing awry, she glared at him, her rage muted by the trembling need radiating from her tense body. “Baby. I got here as soon as I could. I—” His attempt at an apology was overridden as Desi lurched to her feet. “It’s not fucking fair that I have no recourse in this, Tahl. It’s a done deal because you decided. You. And now I’m stuck with you. I have to submit to your … physical attentions so I can function.” She laughed, a harsh mimicry of her usual, musical burst of sound. The one he hadn’t heard in his vicinity for a very long time but had never forgotten. The dichotomy scalded his senses. She stood, her body shaking, the hormonal flux pouring off of her, and he balled his fists to keep his hands to himself. A vastly angry Desiree was an incredibly beautiful and appealing female and his wolf seethed with impatience against her siren call. Tahl shoved his animal back and cudgeled his brain for something that would soothe her. Some sense of self-preservation kept him from offering his heart. It was quite likely she’d carve it out of his chest and eat it with a spoon. His breath stuttered as with awkward, jerky movements, she yanked at the front of her silky shirt, the fine fabric rending beneath her impatient hands. She threw the remnants in the general direction of the couch before working at the zipper on her little skirt. The garment slid over her thighs to pool around her ankles, his avid stare tracking it as the black lace of her matching panties was revealed as well as the long length of her legs. She stepped out, nearly losing her balance, and kicked the material away. This was so not how he imagined it. Throat dry, he closed the distance. “Desiree. Easy, baby. Let me—” “You’ve done enough, Tahl,” she coughed out between shuddering breaths. “Now do what nature intended.” Her pretty bra popped open and her breasts were displayed. Sitting high on her narrow torso, they were in perfect proportion to the rest of her, though visibly swollen with need, the dark nipples beaded tightly. Everything in him screamed to take her right fucking now, his cock so hard it hurt, his wolf groveling. Groveling. With inner strength he somehow drew from somewhere, perhaps his conscience, maybe his aching heart, he wrestled his libido into submission and hugged her instead. Trying to offer her comfort. His eyes closed against the intense draw of her soft, silky skin, the heat of her radiating intensely to the very marrow of his bones. Desiree wrestled free, wild-eyed and flushed. Surely no other male would have been so fucking stupid as to trigger his future mate’s heat on the side of a goddamn highway and then leave her unfulfilled? He cursed himself again. She scrabbled at the fine stuff of her underwear and it met the same fate as her shirt. Tahl drank in his first sight of the female who was his, all creamy skin and smooth curves, the soft dark hair at her apex neatly trimmed. But she was shaking harder, out of control, the scent of her arousal overwhelming him, and instinct took over. With economic movements, he stripped off his own clothing. Desiree swayed, her eyes tightly shut as she panted through the tiny whimpers falling from her lips. He spoke her name even as he gathered her up and bore her down on the wide, soft couch, but she wouldn’t—or couldn’t—open her eyes. There was no time, or need, or foreplay. He’d left her too long. Testing her preparedness with one finger, he grunted his satisfaction. Soaked. Her thighs opened wide for him as he maneuvered between them, her arms splayed and her head thrown back. She writhed, her wolf clearly right at the surface, and her whimpers escalated both in volume and quantity. Recognizing the time for fucking couldn’t be put off by conversation, however necessary, he fit the weeping crown of his cock against her opening. Wet, sultry heat engulfed him as he surged inside on a desperate thrust. And froze at her muffled yelp. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck. Me.” He wrapped her up, working his arms beneath her shoulders to tuck her as tightly against him as he could manage while holding his cock steady, giving her time to adjust. It was his turn to screw his own eyes shut in order to concentrate on not moving one fucking iota. He’d just taken her virginity, and even his wolf paused in its desperation to claim her. Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/undone-by-destiny-by-allyson-young/
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01MUBECAJ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1484592034&sr=8-1&keywords=undone+by+destiny+allyson+young Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/undone-by-destiny-mf Allyson Young lives in cottage country in Manitoba, Canada with her husband and numerous pets. She worked in the human services all across Canada and has seen the best and worst of what people bring to the table. Allyson has written for years, mostly short stories and poetry, published in small newspapers and the like, although her work appeared in her high school yearbooks too! After reading an erotic romance, quite by accident, she decided to try her hand at penning erotica. Allyson will write until whatever she has inside her is satisfied- when all the heroes man up and all the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favours the darker side of romance. http://www.allysonyoung.com [email protected] Links: http://www.amazon.com/Allyson-Young/e/B00A9WPAYK http://www.evernightpublishing.com/allyson-young/ http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/%22Allyson%20Young%22?Ntk=P_key_Contributor_List&Ns=P_Sales_Rank&Ntx=mode+matchall http://www.bookstrand.com/allyson-young https://play.google.com/store/books/author?id=Allyson+Young https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/search?query=Allyson%20Young&fcsearchfield=Author https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/allysonyoung1 GUYS. I am SO excited about sharing this one with you!!!! Author Gail Hart has a new release out, Her Magic Touch. I've been lucky to know Gail for several years now, and she is my editing goddess when I need to cut words and just get to the damn point. Seriously, she cut a few hundred words from In Self Defense for me in order to get under word count so I could make the limit for Evernight's Romance on the Go line when I couldn't figure out what else could go. She's got a great story here that I was fortunate to read as a beta, and I think you'll love it. Thank you for having me, Loralynne—and for being a beta reader for Her Magic Touch! I wrote the “ugly first draft” of Her Magic Touch during National Novel Writing Month in 2012. After that, though, I put Sarah and Matt on the back burner to concentrate on my first published romance, Confessions of the World’s Oldest Shotgun Bride. Then this spring I dug the manuscript from the deepest recesses of my computer and got serious about whipping it into shape, and on October 18, almost exactly five years after I wrote the UFD, the book went up for sale on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Kobo. Print and iBooks versions are still in the works. Her Magic Touch is a light paranormal romance with sprinklings of magic, snark and steam. I hope your readers will enjoy it! Sarah Talbot is trapped in a life at odds with her free spirit. She wishes she had the guts to chuck the business world for something more creative. Until then, she’s eager to explore her newfound gift for casting spells. Too bad the hunky bartender who gets her all hot and bothered has had his fill of hocus-pocus.
Abandoned by his teenage mother, ex-Marine, personal trainer, and part-time bartender Matt Lucas grew up in the loving but chaotic home of his aunt, a quirky local witch. He longs to buy his own gym, meet a sensible businesswoman, and build a secure, conventional life. The last thing he wants is to fall in love with a witch. Can love conjure the magic these two hearts need to thrive? Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/yanmfrmo Barnes & Noble: https://tinyurl.com/ydfjhchz iBooks: https://tinyurl.com/ya3qya8l Kobo: https://tinyurl.com/yc8wnyap Createspace (print): https://tinyurl.com/ycqaaoys EXCERPT: Sarah Talbot had a makeshift doll, she had a match, and her boss had left her psyche wrecked and raw. “I call on the forces of the universe to smite you, Jay.” She touched the match to the voodoo doll she’d fashioned out of cocktail napkins and held the doll over the congealed remains of her nachos. She had always thought of herself as a sensible person—not some lunatic who’d set fire to a voodoo doll in a bar full of suits during happy hour. But desperate times justified a little craziness. The flames licked up and devoured the doll. Stuart Black, the Caldwell Foundation’s General Counsel, sat across from her in the Coastal Zone bar. A man in his thirties with a professorial air, his eyebrows rose into an are-you-on-crack expression. “I can’t believe you did that. Who’d think an heiress to the Talbot fortune would be a pyromaniac?” “You dared me to torch him.” Sarah dropped the smoldering doll onto the nacho mess. “True, but I didn’t think you’d do it. Girl, you have a mad on today.” The lilt of his voice made Sarah giggle. “You sound gayer than a Project Runway contestant. That’s not like you. Usually you come across as hetero as a linebacker. The stress level at the Foundation must be getting to you too.” “It is. I needed a laugh.” He gestured toward the center of the room. “But your crush isn’t laughing.” Sure enough, Sarah’s favorite bartender was bearing down on them, the look in his eyes lethal. And lovely eyes they were, the deep, bottomless blue of a mountain lake. Okay, that was a cliché, but looking at this man robbed her brain of oxygen. Especially since the eyes came with shining collar-length brown hair and shoulders broad enough to fill any doorway. “Oh shush.” She ignored her increased pulse. “I don’t even know him.” “But you want him.” Stu wiped her chin with a nacho-stained cocktail napkin. “Stop drooling.” The bartender dumped a container of Margarita salt onto the smoking doll. One arm was charred but otherwise the salt had saved the doll. “Jesus! What are you trying to do, burn the place down, get me fired, or both?” His tone was rough with annoyance. “Pull a stunt like that again and you’ll have to find another place to drink. Lots of people would be happy to snap up your regular window table.” “You’re no fun.” Sarah’s voice sounded slushy even to her. She was only on her second Lemon Drop, but the alcohol was already fuzzing her judgment. Probably because she was so eager to get drunk. Nothing else stood a chance of making her feel better—other than the bartender with the bodacious biceps. Too bad he looked beyond pissed off. “We’re sorry.” Stu dropped all traces of the drag queen. “Our joke got out of hand.” “Yeah, we had a hard day and needed to let off a little steam. Well, steam, fire… same difference.” Sarah burst into more giggles. Stu leaned closer and lowered his voice. “You’re not helping.” He only had a few years on Sarah, but his scolding tone reminded her of her father. Ignoring Stu, she pushed her tangle of red hair away from her face and licked her lips. “We won’t do it again—cross my heart and hope to die.” She drew a hand across her chest, purposely drawing his gaze to her boobs. She wasn’t above using her D cups to draw the bartender’s attention away from the stupid doll. She’d learned in middle school that guys would forgive a lot if she flaunted the girls. The bartender’s expression didn’t soften. “Just don’t do it again.” “We won’t…” Damn it, why couldn’t she remember his name? She looked at the gold name badge on his tuxedo-style uniform. “Matt.” She smiled, hoping for seductive over sloppy, and thrust out her chest and hand at the same time. “I’m Sarah.” Up close, Matt’s eyes were even more mesmerizing. She’d never met anyone with eyes that shade of blue. And they were fringed by amazingly long eyelashes. What a cruel injustice to waste them on a man. “I know. You told me before.” Matt shook her hand, his grip firm but not bone-crushing. Skin made contact with skin, and Sarah’s palm tingled. Too bad he didn’t give any sign he’d noticed her reaction. “Just behave yourself.” He let go of her hand and his gaze flicked to the charred remains. “Who were you burning in effigy, anyway?” “Our boss.” “Ah. Understandable, but please, the next time he pisses you off, leave your matches at home.” “Yes, sir.” Sarah flashed him a mock military salute. Matt turned and walked back to the bar. As they watched his tight backside cross the room, Sarah and Stu sighed in unison. ABOUT GAIL Before becoming a writer, former Romance Writers of America Golden Heart contest finalist Gail Hart spent a few years as an Air Force JAG, then settled in as a lawyer and manager for the US government. Despite what opposing counsel sometimes said about her briefs, she didn't write any fiction until later in her career. She must have been destined to be a romance writer, though, because even the law review article she wrote had "sex" in the title. She spent most of her life on the east coast but now lives in San Antonio, where she doesn't miss the cold. www.gailhart.com http://www.amazon.com/Gail-Hart/e/B00N2YF6BY/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1 https://www.facebook.com/authorgailhart/ http://twitter.com/Gail_Hart Happy Sunday all! Today, I'm happy to share with you a fantastic series. Lynn Burke's Risso Family series is full of some freaking hot sex, and even hotter characters. Here's a look at No One Until Her, book #6 in the series which revolves around four siblings from Boston’s North End. No One Until Her Risso Family #6 Erotic Romance / BDSM / Menage By Lynn Burke Publisher: Evernight Publishing Release date: January 12, 2017 Kaden Quinn has life by the balls and enjoys his side job as a Dom in a downtown Boston BDSM club. What he doesn’t want—or need—is a pseudo-sub trying to shred the veil that protects his painful past. When untamed Livi Risso's insatiable need to get to the bottom of a story leads her to an exclusive kink club, her curiosity ignites upon meeting a restrained Dom who refuses to touch her. Kaden feigns disinterest while scening, but that doesn’t stop Livi from experiencing intimacy like she’s never imagined. When one misstep leaves Kaden shaken, will Livi be the one to break down his wall against love? Excerpt: “What’s your name, sub?” I asked. “Li … Lisa.” I narrowed my gaze and stared down at her. “If you say so, Bella.” “Bella?” Her head tilted to the side, her eyes slightly widened. “Is that a compliment?” “You’re Italian, aren’t you?” “Yes.” “Then that’s what I’ll call you.” A light flush spread across her high cheekbones and she bit her lower lip. Goddamn cock sprung to full attention. “First thing you ought to know—and should have learned long before entering this club as a sub—your gaze belongs on your Dom’s boots, your knees on the floor.” The bulge in my leathers snagged her attention as her head lowered and she hesitated. A shudder rippled down through her, but she sank to her knees with practiced ease, a waft of subtle sweetness, what had to be expensive perfume, floating around me. My mouth watered. Long, glossy dark hair cascaded around her downturned face. Her shoulders remained back and straight. Trying to ignore the press of my goddamn zipper into my cock—and prickle of unease tingling the back of my neck—I glanced across the room at Devon, one of the few Doms who didn’t mind switching. He lounged in a chair, drink in hand, but otherwise unoccupied. Bella’s appearance had already drawn his attention. He gawked like a starstruck lover at the goddess kneeling at my feet. The idea of sharing the tasty morsel of a pseudo-sub twisted my gut, but the thought that touching her skin would definitely cause trouble overrode my Neanderthal side. As though feeling my stare, Devon lifted his gaze to mine. I quirked a brow in invitation. He shot out of his seat with a shit-eating grin and strode across the room. He stood a good half-foot shorter than me, but we both had blue eyes, the same light hair, and square jaw… We’d enjoyed our fair share of women fantasizing about brothers. “Master Devon, care to join us this evening?” Purchase Links: Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/no-one-until-her-by-lynn-burke/ Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/One-Until-Risso-Family-Book-ebook/dp/B01N0ZYXPH Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/One-Until-Risso-Family-Book-ebook/dp/B01N0ZYXPH/ Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/no-one-until-her-mf 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. Find Lynn on her website, Facebook, Twitter, Amazon, and Goodreads. My muse decided to show up again finally!
I went on a bit of a reading binge, which usually works when I'm struggling to get words on the screen. So even though the weather has maybe, finally, started to turn to more appropriate fall temps, I'm ditching the editing on my vampire series because I'm going full bore on my wolf shifters. I'm well into book number two (at about 6500 words right now, with a goal of 12k), and I've gotten vague ideas for a book three in the North Woods Wolves. So YAY! :) Each book will be able to stand alone, with connections to the others. Here's a little (unedited) teaser for you: (warning, this book is m/m...) Erik opened his mouth to speak, and Jordan silenced him with another kiss. Erik felt himself weakening. “And besides all that,” said Jordan. “I've agreed to be Cassie's Beta when dad steps down. You've agree to be Kieran's. It's a non-issue.” “It's really that simple?” “Yes. Now hush, little wolf. I have to get back to Stone Point lands before the sun rises and I don't want to spend all my time here talking.” As if to emphasize his point, Jordan's cock rubbed against Erik's as they drew together once again. Erik let out a soft moan. “We can do this here, or somewhere more comfortable.” “Jordan, I haven't...” “And you don't have to. Not until you're ready. But there's no reason we can't explore what's got you dried all over your stomach.” Heat burned Erik's cheeks as he blushed furiously. “Nothing to be ashamed about, little wolf.” Erik gasped in shock when Jordan's hand encircled his cock. “Tell me,” Jordan breathed into his ear. “What was I doing to you?” “You, you were...” he couldn't form the words. That required higher brain functioning beyond the feeling of Jordan's hand slowly working his shaft. “Was I on my knees?” Up. “N-no,” he managed. Down. “Were we in your bed?” Up. “Mmm...” Down. “Shall we go there?” Squeeze. “Yes,” he exhaled. This Sunday I'm happy to share with you Beauty and Her Beast by Jessica Coulter Smith! Maggie Miller has lived a hard life. She's been on the streets since the age of sixteen and has learned the hard way how cruel men can be. Despite the fact that she knows nothing is ever free, when alpha wolf Zach Drake offers her a hot meal and a place to clean up, she cautiously accepts. After not having eaten for days, the thought of food that doesn't come from a dumpster is too good to pass up, no matter the consequences. It wouldn't be the first time a man suggested she pay with her body. Broken wolf Zach Drake is appalled to find the small, stuttering woman living in a box behind the town bar. With dirt smudging her face, she could be anywhere from barely legal to thirty, but none of that matters to the insistent wolf in his head that is begging him to take her home. The thought of anyone harming sweet Maggie is enough to send him into a rage, but he holds himself in check as he coaxes her into his truck and back to his house. It's the first time his wolf has seemed happy since they lost their mate twenty years ago, and Zach isn't ready to let go of the sensation just yet. Excerpt:
Zach snarled at the woman who approached him. It was a dark night for him, the one day of the year he dreaded most. Several buxom beauties had approached, but he’d sent them all running. Monster. Beast. He’d heard the whispers and didn’t much care. No one could understand the pain he felt every day. His brother and sister-in-law tried, but even they gave him a wide berth when he was in one of his moods. Between the two brothers, Weston was the one everyone fawned over, the one ladies dreamed of when they lay down at night. Zach was the nightmare parents told their children, the story of how not to live your life. As alpha of his pack, he held his position more from fear than respect. A braver woman than the others settled on the stool next to him and ran her finger down his bicep, a sultry smile on her lips and a world of promise in her eyes. She was attractive in a fake, made-up sort of way. Her hair was teased and styled to fall in chaotic curls past her shoulders, but the honey blonde of her hair was as fake as the rest of her, the dark roots a testament to the time she spent at the salon. “What do you say you buy me a drink and we can get to know each other better?” she said, licking her lips. “I have a better idea. You can take your hand off my arm and scurry your fake ass back over to your table of friends.” His eyes narrowed on her, and he showed a bit of fang. It was enough to make her blanch, and she nearly toppled from the stool as she ran away. The bartender sat another beer in front of Zach. “You’re going to scare off my best customers tonight. Any other night you’d have taken that woman up on her offer, hauled her into the alley, and had her suck your cock. And don’t tell me you wouldn’t.” Zach shrugged. He wasn’t about to tarnish Delfinia’s memory tonight of all nights. Sexual pleasure was the last thing on his mind. He sipped at the cold brew in his mug. He really wasn’t the heartless bastard everyone thought. Zach loved his brother, and he loved his sister-in-law. In some way, he loved every member of his pack, even if he didn’t always show it. What he couldn’t do was fall in love, not ever again. Losing Del had killed part of him, and it was a piece that would never heal and never be replaced. He tipped up his mug and drained every drop before slamming it down on the bar. Even though this was his favorite place in town to hang out at night, it just wasn’t the place to be right now. After a few days had passed, he’d come back, and he’d be in a better mood. Maybe then he’d be ready to take up the blonde’s offer and haul her into the alley like the bartender had suggested. For now, it was better for him to take his ass home and be miserable alone. He could snarl at everyone in a few days just as well as he could today, but maybe his wounds wouldn’t be quite so painful then. Fake it ‘til you make it. Zach had lived every day of his life that way since Del had been ripped from his arms, and he’d continue down that path until he either became so nasty that the pack rallied to take him down, or until a miracle happened and some light finally shone in his dark world. Anything had to be better than merely existing. AMAZON B&N iTUNES KOBO BOOKSTRAND ABOUT THE AUTHOR Award-winning author Jessica Coulter Smith has been in love with the written word since she was a child. Her first stories may have been written in crayon, but now she's a multi-published author of over seventy-five novellas and novels. Romance is an integral part of her world and spills over from her professional life into her personal one. When she went on that first date with her husband, she never expected to hear the words "marry me" pop out of his mouth--and judging by the shocked look on his face, he hadn't meant to say them either. But, being the hopeless romantic that she is, Jessica said yes and they've been married since 2000. Follow Jessica on Amazon Check out Jessica's Website Sign up for Jessica's Newsletter |
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