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On life, the universe, and coffee.
Oh yeah, and books... |
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It's a rainy day here. The remnants of hurricane Nate have turned upstate NY into a tropical zone, bringing warm temps and humid air to us in early October...I want my fall weather. I really want to work on my vampire stuff, but for some reason I do my best work on that in the fall/winter. I don't try to understand my muse at this point any more, lol. My stories/works-in-progress are seasonally driven, and when I embrace that things just work better for me. I learned a long time ago to not fight my muse if I want words to happen. :) I haven't gotten any real work done since I finished up my piece for the Lawless Anthology (coming out in November from Evernight Publishing) in the beginning of September. Last week my husband had carpal tunnel surgery on his right (dominant) hand, so he's out of work for at least 2-4 weeks. At the same time, both kids have managed to catch head colds. I'm living in a sea of snot and clorox, lol. I simply do not have the time to get sick myself, and with my husband having the incision, I can't let him get sick. Since I'm basically caretaking for 3 people right now until hubby is able to use his hand more, I really don't know when I'm going to get any writing or editing done. I'm doing my best to keep up with blog posts for promos from fellow authors and pay attention to stuff for the anthology. I'll keep you updated one the writing front! In the meantime, here's a little teaser from The King of South Side. :)
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Hello! On this week's spotlight, I have Shari Elder and her futuristic sci-fi romance novel, Race to Redemption. Race to Redemption (Green Rising Book #1) is science fiction romance jam-packed with action, one panty-melting hero, sexy alien races, and a kickass heroine. In the story, a pilot and a doctor race across the desert to prevent a deadly plague while fighting the pull of their own hearts. Damn, that's one sexy cover!!
A woman who lost everything. Intergalactic storm racing champion Elaina Carteret had it all – fame, wealth, men – until a horrific accident took it away. To get it back, she agrees to pose as Lainie Carter, medical transport pilot and corporate spy. Her risk-taking attitude infuriates Dr. Erik Johansen, who runs the outpost with an iron hand, a permanent scowl and the tightest bod on the planet. A man desperate for redemption. Unable to forgive himself for a past tragedy, Erik works himself into an early grave. He has no patience for the insubordinate Lainie Carter, who can’t take an order, disrupts routine and flames his body to ash. A planet at risk. When the outpost is attached, they’re thrown together in a race across the desert to stop a deadly biogenetic weapon As a fragile trust blossoms between two damaged hearts, their pasts resurface and threaten their growing bond. Be warned: anal sex, bondage, menage sex, gender neutral characters. Buy Links: Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/race-to-redemption-by-shari-elder/ Amazon: ww.amazon.com/Race-Redemption-Green-Rising-Book-ebook/dp/B01MYSULFR/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1480375075&sr=8-2&keywords=Shari+Elder Excerpt: Elaina and Fintarl transferred the meds from the craft to the supply hut. This was her last stop today. Her routes varied daily her first month on the job. Someone was either trying to ramp up her knowledge of the terrain and facilities quickly, or prevent her from finding out too much. The collections of mysteries and snippets of information she’d gathered made her head hurt. All she wanted was a bath to wash away the stink of too much desert driving and a nap to give her mind a few minutes to turn off. Fintarl’s toothy scowl warned her that wasn’t on the agenda. “Boss man. Want.” She raised an eyebrow at the Ranharran and took a deep breath before heading to Erik’s office. He kept their exchanges to a minimum during her regular drop-offs at this facility. She was getting under his skin, she knew it. A meeting had to mean she pissed him off somehow. Good. It gave her another opportunity to ramp up the heat. Anger was close enough to lust to wedge open a door. Shoulders pulled back, head high, she barged into his office. She’d always been good at bravado and she liked to keep him off balance. “Hey farm boy, you wanted me?” She flashed him a flippant smile to push the double entendre right into his face, and all she got was a grimace in return. I’m only getting started, Dr. Johansen. Settled on the mud blocks that passed for seats, she arced her back to offer up breasts wrapped to perfection in a tight white tank. The perspiration worked in her favor. It molded the top around her so she was as good as naked, maybe better. Her bare legs, firmed by countless hours in the gym, crossed in front to put all that toned flesh on center stage. Take a good long look, boss man. Days of beard growth and a rumpled shirt signaled erratic hours and insufficient sleep. It seemed to have gotten worse since the last time she’d seen him. Was it only days ago? The world of secrets and hurt he dragged around on his shoulders was devouring him from the inside out. Why he avoided her when he could benefit from the physical release she offered confused her. He didn’t even have to like her to screw her. Still, he stayed away. Erik pushed his too-long hair off his face with one hand and a package across his desk toward her with the other. The flicker of lust that darkened his eyes when she ran her hand from breast to thigh, he quickly buried. Droplets of sweat glistened along the carved muscle of his forearms. A tattoo—a yellow sphere sitting on a black line encased in a blue circle—peaked out from his shirtsleeve. Like Saskia. How odd. “One of my better ideas, yes?” “Ms. Carter.” Stiff formality. “On the job for a month and you’re already messing with the medical packaging? Until you show me a pharmacology degree, don’t do it again.” “Seriously, Erik? It’s the Ranharran equivalent of string and paper. No harm done to the medicine, and I can increase the load by thirty percent. The more I move the better for everyone.” “You’re missing the point.” He enunciated each word like it hurt to say. “The meds are volatile. Any shift, no matter how small… Damn it, Lainie, do you have any idea how dangerous this stuff is? You could get someone killed.” “I’m trying to save lives.” Her eyes closed, she swallowed hard, trying to keep her frustration from spilling out. A raised voice wouldn’t get her very far. She already tried that. “I don’t get you, Erik. This compound is thirty miles from the Karas border. Your medical supply closet’s always running on empty, the transportation infrastructure on this planet is deteriorating and rumors that the Den Vedran Corporations are arming the Ranharran mercenaries are escalating. With unpredictable storms that can close transit corridors at any time, I’d think you’d welcome ways to move more medicine.” His faced blanched at one point through her tirade, but was now back to its normal grim. “Not. The. Point. I won’t have my orders questioned by anyone. Without some discipline, I can’t ensure the safety of everyone under my protection. I’ll make it easy. Don’t tamper with my meds, or I’ll get a different pilot.” His lips thinned so tight they trembled. She wanted to kiss them calm after she beat him with a stick. “You don’t want to get rid of me. Whose face would you use for target practice?” Her voice lowered, forcing him to lean closer. “And whose body would you think about when you jack off in those late hours when you’re crawling for relief?” She was guessing, but the way he struggled to suppress those flashes of longing when she got close to him convinced her she was on the mark. “You’re trying to annoy me. Okay, it worked. No tampering, no arguments. Meeting over.” He ran his hands through his hair and pulled at the roots. His eyes looked haunted and decades older than his thirty-six years. This was not about packaging or her rule-breaking proclivities. Whatever he kept sealed down tight was driving him to an early grave. Without thinking, she leaned over the desk and traced a finger along a blond eyebrow. He recoiled like he always did when she touched him. “Yes, I do it to piss you off. You’re wound up so tight, farm boy, you’re going to snap.” Her finger slid down his cheek to his chin. “Let me in, Erik. I could help you reduce all that tension, but you stay so far away. So I poke.” She pressed her breast against his arm to make her offer clear. “No commitment required. Just two people trying to get through the long, lonely nights.” He pulled back. “I said we’re done here.” She swallowed her anger and flipped him a bow. “Your highness. I’ll visit Sen and Qirta before I head back to Mendasa.” “No miskberries.” Sen’s favorite treat were hidden in a secret pocket in her bag. What Erik didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. About Shari Elder Hello, I'm Shari. By day, I crawl out of bed, mainline coffee, walk the dog, get my kid off to school, hop on the metro, and save cities within the four walls of my office. Usually by email. At night, the other Shari emerges. I take off the suit, curl up on the couch and let my imagination play, with words and images until stories take shape (while periodically checking on my teen-ager, hiding out in the bedroom and plotting world domination). As my alter ego, I save cities in a cape and spangled tights, wander space and time on a surfboard, fly over the Himalayas on feathered wings, make six-toed footprints in indigo talc snow on the sixth planet in the Andromeda galaxy or eavesdrop on Olympian gods while pretending to whip up a bowl of ambrosia. In all these wondrous worlds, romance and passion blossom. I can't resist a happy ending. And I am particularly prone to writing happy endings for those who have given up on ever getting one. That gives me immense satisfaction. Join me on my journey. The best ideas emerge from team work. Find Shari: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Shari-Elder-Stories Twitter: @ShariElderBooks Web/Blog: www.sharielder.com Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/ShariElderBooks/ I had the pleasure of meeting Casey a few years back at the Hot Mojave Knights convention out in Las Vegas, just before I published my first book and started on this journey. She and everyone I met were super kind and helpful, with lots of advice. And now she finally has a new book out that looks awesome! Hello! It’s been quite some time since I’ve had a release, and now I can say all that’s changed. A big thank you for allowing me to visit today and share my story Transcending Fire. This erotic, futuristic, dystopian story based around different motorcycle gangs has had quite a journey to get to this point. Perhaps one day I’ll share the two-plus-year jaunt this story went through to find a home. Luckily, it finally has. Even with all the trials it went through, I still love this story. It’s one of my favorites that I’ve written, and one that I didn’t get tired of during the editing process either. Yay! A man dealing with an Earth in chaos. A woman from an alternate universe hoping to find her destiny. Two motorcycle gangs and a real bad ass who wants to ruin everything. What’s not to like?
Hunter Macario wants one thing—a place to belong. When given an opportunity to solidify his position in the motorcycle club, Devil’s Thunder, he takes it. Dragon’s Clan member, Safaia King, believes she’s found the man from her people’s legend and her dreams. She has one goal, even if he’s in a rival club—to make Hunter hers and keep him safe so he can fulfill their destiny. After Hunter makes a huge mistake, he’s sent to where Safaia lives—an alternate universe called The Den. In this new world, sex, battles, and secrets abound. Hunter must survive The Den to right some wrongs or else he could lose everything he’s ever gained, including his home and Safaia’s love. EXCERPT: The flames’ mesmerizing dance, the macabre song created by the crackles and pops, and the smell of death kept Hunter frozen to his spot. He wanted to help, knew he should pick up a bucketful of water or a hose and join the fray, but his immobile legs wouldn’t budge no matter the commands his brain sent them. There must be something in the smoke making me high. Either I really can’t move, or I’m losing my fucking marbles. He tried again to step forward, but still couldn’t. Ah, shit. I’m dreaming. Must be it. At least I hope that’s it. As if in answer to his thoughts, the world around him seemed to slow, become more surreal than it already was. The noises minimized into silence, yet people still rushed around him as if he were invisible, their mouths moving without voices emanating from them. Straight ahead, Hunter caught glimpses of a woman appearing and disappearing amongst the club members running back and forth in front of her. The ebony-haired beauty didn’t move. She stood there with a smile curling her lips. A hot, lusty bolt of desire surged straight to his cock. Yet beneath the instantaneous sensation lay something deeper. Dreaming or not, Hunter couldn’t quite put his finger on what he felt, but words like “connection” and “destiny” wisped across his mind. Their gazes locked. The lady winked and disappeared. The compound, except for the fire, was as it should be—club house, church, garage, barracks, factory, and some ancillary buildings—but the sky wasn’t gray. The constant hum from all the robotics and other machinery functioning in the city wasn’t present. He’d grown so accustomed to the white noise, the sudden silence almost hurt. Hunter shook his head, ran his palm over his face. Nothing seemed right anymore. The sky. The sounds. Even the air he breathed was different—lighter … less polluted. No one came up to him to check on him. Nobody questioned why he wasn’t helping. They all acted like he didn’t exist. Maybe I really don’t exist here. Maybe I’m still back in one of those foster homes and my life in Vegas has only been a fanciful dream. Nah. I’ve gotta be dreaming. I gotta… “Wake up, Hunter.” A weight bore down on Hunter’s shoulder, gripping his muscles like a pneumatic clamp. Even in a hazy state of mind, his instincts took over. Years of martial arts training had him shrugging out of the hold and spinning into a neutral stance, ready to defend and attack if need be. No matter what home he’d ended up in, he had always requested lessons. The type of discipline never mattered. The fact that he was learning a skill and had something of his own no one could take away from him had been all that’d counted. “Hey, boy.” Screw, an aging man, whose favorite way of dressing his scrawny body happened to be denim overalls, a bandana around his head holding back his stringy gray hair, and nothing else, held up his hands. “You know I’m a lover not a fighter.” He chuckled. “Too old and creaky to scuffle anyhow.” Hunter blinked. Gone was the blue sky and fire. The mechanized hum had returned as had the obsidian night. He stared at the head mechanic and lowered his arms. Last thing he’d ever want to do was harm the man he viewed as a father figure. “Screw. What? What’s going on?” “You tell me. You’re the one out here in your birthday suit.” “Birthday suit?” He glanced down at himself. Sure enough, he stood naked in the middle of the compound. “What the hell?” BUY Transcending Fire: Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/transcending-fire-by-casey-moss/ Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B075DGY3V6 BookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/transcending-fire-mf Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/746447 About Casey Moss: Casey Moss delves into the darker aspects of life in her writing, sometimes basing the stories on reality, sometimes on myth. No matter the path, her stories will take you on a journey from the light-hearted paranormal to dark things unspeakable. What waits around the corner? Come explore… Website: https://caseymossbooks.com/ Blog: https://caseymscorner.wordpress.com/ Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Casey-Moss/e/B0080RC9DQ Twitter: https://twitter.com/CRMoss Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/author_crmoss/ I've started a weekly feature! Sunday Night Spotlight will highlight past releases from guest authors. To get us started, we have Elyzabeth VaLey with Reine's Salvation, the first in her Alpha Protectors series. :) He’s the kind of man her mother warned her to steer clear from... Mystique is happy with her current life, but for years she's struggled on a path of self-destruction. She knows she shouldn't get involved with the brooding hunk at the bar, but how can she stay away when his sorrowful gaze is so compelling? Reine has lost everything: his wife, his friends, his ability to fight, and his identity as an Alpha Protector. There's nothing left for him except a world of anger and bitterness. At least, that’s what he believes until he meets an intrepid waitress. The attraction between them is immediate, but while Reine can’t let go of his past, Mystique is not willing to return to hers. With darkness constantly closing in, will they find a way to be together? Or, will Reine's behavior destroy their future? Excerpt: Reine sighed. “Can we talk about something else?” “Sure,” she agreed. She observed him for an instant. His eyes were closed. Her gaze traveled across his nose and over to his full lips. Damn it if she didn’t want to kiss him. She lay back down, trying to still her beating heart. “What would you like to talk about?” she asked. “How about this insane attraction we’re both feeling?” “What?” Mystique squeaked. “You heard me.” Mystique shut her eyes as she heard the rustle of his clothes. She didn’t dare open them. “I haven’t felt so attracted to any woman in over two years, and from what you’ve told me, it’s been a while for you too.” Eight years, she thought. She’d kept herself away from one-night stands and sex with others in general, afraid she’d become angry and bitter again if things didn’t work out. She played with her toys and enjoyed her body on her own. It had been enough, until Reine. He was driving her hormones crazy. “Well, yes.” She licked her lips. “Damn it, woman, do you know what that does to me?” Mystique gasped as Reine’s lips brushed against hers. “It makes me want to devour your mouth,” he whispered. “I’m sorry,” she said, sounding breathless to her own ears. “Don’t be. Look at me,” Reine said gruffly. She opened her eyes and found his face inches away. The intensity of his gaze was like looking into a pool of flaming desire that threatened to consume her. “I thought—” “Don’t think. It’ll make it easier.” She didn’t have time to issue a protest as he lowered his head and kissed her. They both groaned as their lips melded against each other. His teeth snagged on her bottom lip, pulling slightly and making her body react like a fire alarm at the first hint of smoke. His tongue licked a path across her bottom and upper bow, and she eagerly opened up for him, needing to taste more. Her nipples hardened beneath her top. Reine pulled her up into a sitting position and smashed his lips against hers. He possessed her mouth with his, not with strength, but with the ability of a man who knew what he was doing. His tongue delved deep, intertwining with hers. Mystique moaned. Her mind went blank, her senses taking priority over anything else. All she could do was feel the touch of his hand on her back, and the warmth of his mouth against hers. Breathless, they both pulled back after a few minutes. Her hands trembling, she pushed a few strands of his hair away from his face. Reine kissed her gently. She angled her head and he explored her mouth at a more leisurely pace. “You drive me insane,” he whispered. “This is not normal,” he insisted. Mystique giggled. “I want to fuck you,” he groaned into her ear. He brought her hand to his cock. Eagerly, she stroked him over his jeans. Liquid rushed to coat her panties and a dull ache began to throb between her legs. “And what are you waiting for?” “I can’t. Not here. Not after what you’ve told me.” “What?” She placed a hand on his chest and pushed back. “What do you mean?” Available at: Evernight Publishing All Romance Ebooks Amazon.com Amazon.uk Bookstrand and more! About Elyzabeth M. VaLey Considered weird by normal standards – what is normal anyway?- Elyzabeth M. VaLey enjoys making up songs about mundane things, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper, talking to her Lab whenever he feigns interest and coming up with love stories to make readers dream. From contemporary to historical or fantasy, she enjoys writing stories about good and evil, love and passion and all that comes in between happy ever after. Stalk her at: Blog Website Goodreads (Reine’s Salvation has its own inspiration board) Today Lea Bronsen is here to talk about her newest release, a dark Viking romance titled Torn Avenger. Hi, and thank you for hosting me on your blog! When asked what inspires me to write books, I usually say it’s something I’ve seen or heard, or I’ve been challenged to dig deeply into my imagination and come up with a crazy idea. This time, it was a premade cover. The moment I saw this dark, sensual, slightly homo erotic image of a half-naked man in a fur coat on an exquisitely colored background, I knew it had to be mine. I decided in which historical period to set the story – the obscure, mythical age of the Vikings – and the ensuing process plunged me into an exciting and not so foreign world where everyday heroes lived the same dramas and battled for the same values and desires as we do in modern society. I hope you enjoy the read! As the second son of a Viking earl, Alv Gunnulfsen wasn't meant to inherit a throne or avenge a murder. But when his brother is slain during a raid and their father dies of grief, Alv is expected to take command and claim the killer's death. In a world of ruthless retaliation and strict social codes, he must also maneuver cleverly to protect a troublesome secret: his attraction for men. Roeland van Dijk, a wealthy Dutch merchant settled in Norway, has done the unthinkable to protect his family — hacked off the head of a Viking rapist. The wrath of the blond savages will cost him his freedom, and possibly his own head… Unless he's willing to accept the love of another man. Available from Amazon.com / Amazon.uk / Smashwords / Barnes & Noble / iTunes / Kobo / paperback Add it to your shelf on Goodreads Excerpt After a moment, Alv looked up again and almost gasped from the erotic vision in front of him. While shaving Roeland, he’d only seen his wet, hairy chest and stomach, but the handsome man moved to a kneeling position in the basin and washed his lower body. His stunning maleness made Alv hot and bothered. They had discussed, argued, shared personal details, and apologized to each other, but now, the seriousness of their conversation faded. The sight of Roeland’s cock bathing in white foam between his legs had Alv’s own cock jolt and press painfully against his pants. Oh, Roeland attracted him on several levels—mental, emotional, and physical—and Alv longed to discover and develop more of everything with him. Hedin was an exciting lover, but nothing like what Roeland had the potential to be. Speaking of Hedin, it’d been a surprise to see him again this morning, right after Elke left. He’d arrived in a terrible mood and refused to excuse his disappearance act. It was outrageous of a slave to come and go like that, but Alv had too much on his mind to think of punishing him. For one, he worried about Roeland’s future. He’d inherited part of Father’s wealth, but not his title. After returning to Eðni, he’d claimed to be the only one who could decide of what to do with his brother’s murderer, but it wasn’t true. He had no standing, no support from his fellow citizens. They could choose to kill Roeland if they wanted to—all it took was a word from Mother. It made her idea to have Alv marry Elke and adopt the community’s natural heir that much more important to push through. “There’s something we need to talk about,” he said, hoping Roeland wouldn’t oppose to the plan. “What?” “Normally, I would ask you, but since you’re not in a position to make decisions, I’m just going to tell you.” “About what?” Roeland frowned. “I’m marrying your sister.” Roeland stood so fast in the basin, water splashed to all sides. He stepped out and leaned into Alv’s face. “Don’t you dare to touch her!” “But I’m not…” “Hasn’t she suffered enough?” Roeland bellowed, his dark eyes slit with anger. By Thor, he was insanely sexy, standing naked and wet, so near Alv could feel his damp bodily heat, water drippling from his hair and rolling alongside his tanned, chiseled cheeks. Alv couldn’t help hardening more, and needed to focus on the words that came out of Roeland’s luscious mouth to be able to answer. “She has already accepted.” About the author Lea Bronsen likes her reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strives to give her own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with her debut novel Wild Hearted, she divides her writing time between psychological thriller, romantic suspense, and dark erotic romance. For more information about Lea Bronsen Website / Blog / Facebook / Twitter / Amazon / Pinterest * * * Coming Oct. 20: A dark erotic crime ménage by Lea Bronsen If you like your men dangerous and dirty… Ruthless drug lord Ricardo “El Loco” Ferrer launders his black money by investing in movie productions. As a teen, he learned to enjoy blow jobs in jail. Now a man of power, his favorite pastime is checking out new acting talent…and convincing them to “please” the team of producers. Young wannabe actor Jaden Moore comes to a shady side of town to audition for a movie part. He longs to shine, wants to walk the red carpet with cameras flashing and a crowd cheering. He assures the film director and the investors he’ll do anything to reach the top, but is he willing to comply with their dirty fantasies? Available for pre-order: Amazon.com / Amazon.uk / Smashwords Add it to your shelf on Goodreads So, yeah, hi.
It's been a while. Sorry about that. I'm totally blaming the kids. I know I do that a bunch. But it's kinda true. I'm working part time now, three days a week. My husband works nearly the equivalent of two full time jobs (he averages around 65-70 hours a week, unfortunately salaried, so no overtime to even make up for it :( ) so I've got my hands full when I'm home. The older one will be three at the end of November and the baby just turned a year at the end of August, so they keep me on my toes. BUT I fully intend to resume (begin???) regular posts on here with guests and share lots of great new books with you all. ANYWAY Here's the part you care about, if you're reading this: *ahem* I HAVE A NEW BOOK COMING SOON!!! I mean, technically, it's not just my book, but a whole bunch of other really talented authors too. :) I'm super excited about being included in the newest anthology from my awesome publisher, Evernight Publishing. Keep an eye on the Evernight pages (www.evernightpublishing.com and www.facebook.com/evernightpublishing/ ) this weekend for a full cover reveal and more info! What the hell happened to November and December? I swear it was just Halloween not that long ago. Sorry I've been MIA. As my short-term disability (post baby-having) was ending, my job was eliminated. So my limited computer time became dedicated to job searching and fulfilling my obligations to unemployment so that I could still have *something* in the form of income, however small that might be. But stress is horrible sustenance for a muse, and author me had to take a back seat to mom and provider me. Thankfully my husband has a good job, and we're just squeaking by for now. We even managed to get a few gifts for our 2-year-old, and small gifts for immediate family for Christmas. And I have a job interview this week, so keep your fingers crossed! (How great of a Christmas present would that be?!)
Check out Allyson Young's new release, Bound by Destiny! It looks fab! River Fortuna’s wolf is awake and pacing, anticipating their first heat. Traumatized by early misunderstandings of shifter sexuality, River intends to avoid being claimed at all cost. She doesn’t plan on meeting handsome, virile Alpha Jett Reeves. Jett is instantly drawn to River, his pheromones flooding to trigger her heat and force her sexual surrender, despite her tangible—and unlawful—means of avoidance. Initially a mindless slave to her hormones, River comes to accept Jett past his ability to assuage her sexual need and falls in love with him. Unable to label his myriad of feelings, Jett doesn’t reciprocate, and she is devastated, realizing she is locked in a lifelong, loveless partnership. Attacked by a rogue shifter, River wakes with no memory, and Jett must face the fact that what he felt for River all along was love—and find a way to bring her back to him. Buy Links:
Evernight:http://www.evernightpublishing.com/bound-by-destiny-by-allyson-young/ Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N09X9LX Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/bound-by-destiny-mf ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-boundbydestiny-2169036-340.html Excerpt: They rode the elevator to the sixth floor in near silence, the eddies of lust making the small space nearly insufferable for him, and his mate leaned against the wall as though she might slip to the floor any moment. Her brow and temples glistened with sweat and her fingers twitched spasmodically. She was coming into her full heat and fighting it all the way. Stepping off when the doors opened, he strode in the direction the small arrow indicated and found the room within several yards. The key card gave them entrance and he flicked on the light. He shoved the cases just inside the door, blocking the heavy panel with his forearm so it wouldn’t close. “In you go, River.” Did women trudge? His woman did, despite the trembling of her entire body. His heart ached at her trepidation despite the all-encompassing lust he experienced. Her head down, intense need radiating to pull him in, he threw the deadbolt, and then gave in to what their nature decreed. Thrusting his hand through her thick mane, his fingers weaving among the long, silky strands just as he’d fantasized, he drew her head back and forced her to look him in the eyes. Hers were dilated, the rich brown irises nearly eclipsed by the stark black of her pupils. Square, white teeth clenched her full bottom lip, presumably to control panting, because she drew draughts of air in through her nose. He could detect the threads of resignation weaving through her vast need, her intense heat rapidly eclipsing any coherent thought. Regret that he’d caused this once again pierced his own narrowly shrinking focus—but only briefly. He lowered his head and took her mouth. Sweetness and life burst over his senses at his first taste, and he groaned against her full lips even as his tongue made a foray past them. River totally surrendered, as female wolves do when they met their fated mate, and he barely had time for that thought--fated mate—before he wrapped an arm around her limp form. Two steps and they fell to the big bed, the mattress compressing beneath their combined weight as he ravished her mouth. She opened to let him in and gave up all the flavor that was uniquely her. He reluctantly tore his lips away to rear up and shred the plain shirt that hid her from his view. Her lightly tanned skin filled his vision as her utilitarian bra met the same fate, and he noted with pleasure how modest her tan lines were. His wolf rose up. Mine. The growling claim resounded in the room and her eyes fluttered open and she blinked. Behind the thicket of her dark lashes, a sexual haze again blurred the rich chocolate, and her lids drifted shut. Once they came to know one another, their coming together could be slowed and savored, but for now, he needed to visibly establish his claim. His frantic cock shuddered in agreement as he demolished the tough denim of her jeans, taking care not to score her soft skin with a claw. With her nude beneath him, his gaze drawn to the soft, pale fur at her apex, he willed his other-self back, and his claws retracted. Lord knew what she’d seen when she’d stared up at him. Probably a wild-eyed beast intent on its succulent prey, and he blessed the Mother and the mating heat that River hadn’t screamed in fear. Only an alpha could partially shift, and it was unlikely she’d seen one in such a state before. His own apparel fell away as he quickly stripped and then blanketed his mate’s writhing form. Velvety flesh met his own in a haze of heat and sensation. “Please.” Her plea was strangled and all the more evocative because of it. “I’ll take care of you,” he promised. “Always.” About the author; 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 the 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. website: http://www.allysonyoung.com email: [email protected] FB: https://www.facebook.com/allyson.young.54 Twitter: Allyson Young @allysonyoung45 Today I am happy to have Neila Young on to talk about her newest release, Explosive Desire, book 4 in her Love With a Price series. Thank you so much for having me on your blog. I’m very excited to share Explosive Desire with your readers. Although it is book four in my Love With a Price series, all of my books are written so they can be enjoyed as stand-alone novels, so even if you haven’t read the previous books, don’t let that deter you. Luke Price is my hottest hero yet, and this is the first book in my Love With a Price series that is a suspense! Explosive Desire Love With a Price, Book 4 Genre: M/F Contemporary, Suspense, Erotic Romance, Rubenesque, BDSM Release Date: November 3, 2016 A stalker has set his sights on Harper and will stop at nothing to make her his… Finding love is the last thing on Luke Price’s mind as he leads his construction crew to complete the new wing of Oakville Hospital. But he can’t deny his feelings when Dr. Harper Love walks into his life. Lacking the sociability of his younger siblings, Luke doesn’t think a woman like Harper would ever want an introvert like him. But he puts his skepticism on hold when he discovers that Harper has become the victim of a stalker. Above all else, Luke vows to protect the woman he cares about. When Dr. Harper Love moves to Oakville, she doesn’t expect to find a network of new friends, a man who captures her heart, and certainly not a stalker who watches her every move. When she begins receiving menacing notes at the hospital where she works, it soon becomes clear that the threats are no prank. Harper finds herself turning to Luke Price, and his protective instincts go on high alert. Will his heart be able to stand losing Harper? Or can he figure out who the stalker is and keep the woman he loves safe? Purchase Links Amazon: http://amzn.to/2fetM1r Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/explosive-desire-by-n-j-young/ All Romance eBooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-explosivedesire-2167178-147.html Excerpt: “Look at me.” When she didn’t respond, he deepened his voice. “Harper, look at me. Now.” She turned her head to look at him with weary blue eyes. Fuck, he hated that she looked so broken. He wanted to fix her. Or at least make her forget all the pain and potential danger right outside the door. He opened his mouth to speak, but she stopped him with a shake of her head. “Please don’t. Don’t say it’s going to be okay. Don’t tell me there’s nothing to worry about, and they’re going to catch this guy.” She took a shaky breath. “I know everyone at your mom’s was just trying to help, trying to make me feel better.” Her fingers absently played along his. “I just don’t want you to lie to me.” She looked down at their hands. Her words nearly broke him. He raised a hand to her cheek and brushed aside her blonde curls to cup her face and tilt it up to him. “I’ll never lie to you, Harper. Not ever. I can’t even imagine how violated you must be feeling right now. What this psycho is doing to you makes me sick to my stomach. But I can make you one promise. I will not let anything happen to you, do you understand me? I’ll die before I ever let anyone hurt you.” Her eyes filled, and she tried to look away, but he held her face steady. “No. Look at me.” She raised her eyes again, and a tear spilled over. Luke gently wiped it away with his thumb then leaned in to press his lips against her forehead. He pulled back to look into her face. “You don’t have to be afraid, Pretty, not of me.” He brushed away another tear and stroked the back of his knuckles along her jaw. “I’m the man you can trust. I’m the man you can depend on. And I’m not going anywhere.” “Luke…” She said his name on a whisper as the pad of his thumb stroked gently over her bottom lip. Tentatively, her tongue snaked out to lick his thumb. He stilled as her soft wetness played over the tip of his thumb. Harper searched his face as if she were waiting to see if he would pull away. When he didn’t, she sucked his thumb into her mouth. Heat flared through Luke, and his arousal ratcheted up to eleven. Get it together, Price. She’s vulnerable. You can’t take advantage of her. “Harper…” He should tell her this wasn’t a good idea. When he made love to her, he wanted it to be because she needed him as much as he needed her, not because she was using him as a distraction. But when she raised her face to his and leaned in, he couldn’t deny her, couldn’t deny himself. The second their lips met, all semblance of reasoning slipped away. The only thing in his head was her. About N.J. Young
I'm a Midwestern girl and a lover of coffee, live music, and horror movies, not necessarily in that order. I've been writing all my life, and I honestly can't remember a time when I wanted to do anything but write. After many years spent suffering the trials of corporate America and writing about everything from financial risk management to software user manuals to website copy about radiators (sadly, I'm not kidding), I decided take the plunge and start writing books. I love a good love story with super hot alpha males, strong heroines, a little humor, and a lot of suspense. Sprinkle in some sexual fantasies and a few BDSM aspects, and Boom! These are only a few of the themes you'll find in my books. When I'm not writing, I'm probably at Starbucks, or fighting evil with the help of my husband, two children, and our houseful of animals. Stalk N.J. Young on the Web Website – www.njyoungbooks.com Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/NJYoungauthor/ Twitter - https://twitter.com/NeilaRocks Instagram – www.instagram.com/NeilaRocks Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/NJYoung Pinterest - https://www.pinterest.com/NeilaRocks/ |
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