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Oh yeah, and books...
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.
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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.
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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.”
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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.
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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.
“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.
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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.
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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.
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.
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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.
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?
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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?”
“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.
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.
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?
“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?”
“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?”
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Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/One-Until-Risso-Family-Book-ebook/dp/B01N0ZYXPH/
About Lynn Burke:
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.
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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.
“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.
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.
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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.
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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. :)
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.
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.”
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.