#bookrelease – The CEO and the Cowboy – by Starla Kaye @lovebitessilk

Starla Kaye’s Double Audio Book Tour
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The CEO and The Cowboy (M/M Romance Novella)

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For Ruby’s Love (M/M/F Romance Novella)

 

BLURB – The CEO and The Cowboy

The whole thing about relationships and feelings confuses the heck out of Calhoun. He’s a simple cowboy and he’d been planning to marry a long-time friend for a while. When he finally realizes it doesn’t feel right, he lets her go. He probably shouldn’t have gone to her wedding to another man, but she wanted him there. But that’s when he really gets confused. His eye is drawn to a seriously hot businessman…and that sure does unnerve him…and yet….

Emotionally burned by the last man he thought he’d loved, Daniel isn’t anxious to replace him. But there is something about the proud, bedroom-eyed cowboy who shows up at his friend’s wedding. The CEO isn’t even sure if the cowboy’s gay, although the heat firing between them makes him wonder….

What he does know is that he plans to find out.

Book Title: The CEO and The Cowboy

Publisher: Decadent Publishing

Date Published: July 7, 2012

Genre: Contemporary, erotic romance, GLBT, gay romance

Heat Rating: 4

Page Count: 40

Narrated by: Chase Johnson

Length: 1 hr and 25 mins

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BLURB – For Ruby’s Love

Rancher Calhoun Cordell and businessman Daniel Patterson have struggled for almost two years as a couple, with careers and goals often in conflict. A tragic fire, leading to a traumatized valuable breeding mare, has Calhoun sending for a well-known horse whisperer. Except the man is dead. His daughter, Ruby McMurtry, shows up for the job instead and complicates their lives even more.

Book Title: For Ruby’s Love
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Date Published: January 20, 2015
Genre: Contemporary, erotic romance, GLBT, gay romance, western, ménage
Heat Rating: 4
Length: 135 pages

 

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Excerpt from The CEO and The Cowboy (PG13 Rating)

“Want a tour?” He desperately wanted to get him up to his bedroom. He wanted to strip him out of that Western-cut suit, find out if he was a boxers or briefs man. He was curious if those pecs were as muscled as he suspected, if the abs were six-packed. He longed to….

“Why did you really bring me here?”

Surprised, he stood quietly for several long seconds, debating how to answer. Then he decided actions might just be better than words at the moment. If he had the nerve. Yes! Yes, you do.

He moved directly in front of him, watched the man’s nostrils flare, and his eyes widen. But the cowboy didn’t step back, and he didn’t look ready to send a fist into his face. Nerves tangling in his stomach, he put his hands around Cordell’s neck and leaned closer.

The big man tensed, but still didn’t tell him to back off. He didn’t say a word, just stood there looking wary, but determined. Clearly curious. Cautious, too.

Unable to resist any longer, he slanted his mouth over the tempting lips. Fire seared him. Need. Desperation.

Cordell stiffened even more, and he was pretty sure his cowboy had never done this before. He appeared uncomfortable, and his heart pounded so hard he could feel it. Yet he didn’t pull away.

Not wanting to frighten the man off, he gently slid his tongue along the crease of those lips until, finally, they opened. He had to have more, but he had to go slowly.

Surprising him again, he felt Cordell put his arms around his waist, pushing under his suit coat, pulling him closer. God, yes!

Heat raged through him, and he felt the warmth of the body pressed against his. Their hearts thudded, chest against chest. Then the man shuddered even as they tangled tongues.

Excerpt from For Ruby’s Love (R Rating)

The quiet opening of the drawer on Daniel’s nightstand captured his focus. Damn! In a panic, he hurried over, knowing there was a selection of intimate toys inside and unsure how she would feel about finding them. Why couldn’t she have opened his nightstand drawer on the other side of the bed? All his held were condoms, lubricants, and massage oils.

His face flamed as he blurted out, “I don’t think—”

“Oh my!” She lifted out two of their most used toys, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You guys must have a good time together.”

“Yes, but….” Talk about uncomfortable! A hell of a turn on, too. Just seeing her small hands holding the items made his heart race. He’d no doubt think about this whenever he and Daniel dug into the drawer again.

He started to reach for the toys, but she grinned and pulled them close…right next to her breasts. An action that made his raging erection grow even more.
She held out their newest purchase, one his lover had used on him last week. Sitting the smaller one down beside her, she admired the black, anatomically-designed, five-inch-long tool. Her fingers danced over the vinyl stimulator as she studied it. “And this is? It’s too short for a dildo.”

To prove her point, she picked up the ten-inch Bad Boy dildo she’d set down and held them side by side. She cocked her head and waited for his answer.

He fought the urge to rip them from her hands and toss them back into the drawer. But she looked interested, not judgmental. Sighing in resignation, he said, “The black one is a plug.”

“That means?” She appeared thoughtful and admitted, “I’ve read about dildos, so I sort of understand them. I’ve even been thinking about getting one.” Her cheeks turned pink.

Starla Kaye wears many hats professionally and as a writer. She is the community coordinator for a Midwestern accounting firm, a gerontologist who volunteers with an active group of senior adults, a mentor/teacher of writing, and a multi-published author. She dabbles in writing romances of many sub-genres: contemporary, historical Western, medieval, sci-fi, fantasy, paranormal, and Regency. To date she has published 20 novels, 38 novellas, 8 anthologies, and 18 short stories. You can learn more about her work at http://starlakaye.com

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MY REVIEW

The CEO and the Cowboy is an enjoyable quick read. It is well written and engaging. The build up of the attraction between Cal and Daniel is delicious. Starla Kaye creates a will they / won’t they tension as Cal goes through his own inner turmoil. He’s never been with a man before, so he goes through plenty of conflict as he tries to fight his lust. I enjoyed the chemistry between the characters and the erotic scenes were hot!

FOUR STARS!!!

#bookrelease – The Protectors – by Doris O’Connor @mamad8 @lovebitessilk

Series: The Protectors
Genre: Erotic Paranormal Consensual BDSM Romance
Publisher: Siren Publishing
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HER BEAR PROTECTOR
From the minute Ronan Bernhard roars into Tina Snowdon’s sleepy village on his Harley, he inhabits her thoughts and dreams. The inked mountain rescue biker is a sex-on-legs hunk, and her knickers aren’t the only ones that melt in a flash at his wicked smile.

Ronan, however, keeps his distance and simply becomes another client of her cleaning firm, until the morning she turns up and finds his cottage trashed, and her life is turned upside down.

Bear Shifter Ronan recognises his mate the minute he scents her. Having her clean for him means he can watch over her from afar, because to claim her as his mate and sub is out of the question.

As the village protector he has responsibilities he can’t ignore—duties that will place Tina in grave danger—even if she were able to accept not only his bear, but also his darker desires.

The morning she finds him injured, his bear takes over…

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THE WITCH’S PROTECTOR

~They’re the men mothers warn their daughters to stay away from~

In 1957 the tiny village of Middle Brook is caught between two warring MCs, the Mongrels and the Lupines. As a fledgling Guardian witch, not yet in full control of her immense powers, Joanne Lilley knows to stay away. When she witnesses the Mongrels leader being run off the road, the instant connection she feels to the wolf shifter changes everything. Is he the one destined to awaken her?

Henry Hastings is the Alpha of his pack, and the village’s Protector. He’s a man with a vision—all shifters will unite against the evil that haunts Cumbria at night—something the Lupines vehemently oppose. Finding his mate is a young and innocent witch, wasn’t part of that vision, but the fates have decided.

Being with him places Joanne in danger, as her awakened powers are sought by his enemies.

When disaster strikes, Henry is faced with an impossible choice…

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HER LION PROTECTOR
Never mess with the fates…

Rebecca Hastings has no intention on settling down with some over possessive shifter. This fledgling guardian witch might need to have sex to awaken her powers, but surely anyone will do?

When Lion Shifter Leon Friars interrupts her outdoor tryst with the college heart throb, she is simultaneously relieved and shocked. This sex on legs hunk can’t be the boy she grew up with. This Protector makes her want to forget all of her plans, and just submit, and that will never do.

Being mated to Rebecca had not been in Leon’s plans either, but his lion has spoken. When Rebecca denies the bond between them, a heartbroken and furious Leon allows her to run away.

The fates will not be denied, however, and when Rebecca returns years later, Leon has to decide whether he can ever trust her again.

Is it too little, too late, or does love conquer all—fates included?

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THE VAMPIRE’S PROTECTOR

She is a Protector, sworn to kill vampires, not mate with them.

Eva Arnett is not having a good day. Not only does she prang her bike, but she is also set upon by a nest of vicious vamps, and then wakes up in an enigmatic stranger’s bed—naked and tied up. Her eagle has lost its mind. The ancient vampire cannot be her mate, but she cannot ignore this overwhelming urge to submit.

Dimitrius Zolnerovich isn’t overly fond of those pesky Protectors keeping him from his food supply. However, when he comes across Eva fighting for her life, he has to intervene. Six vamps against one woman—that’s just bad manners—even if she is a Protector.

He should keep his distance, but this experienced Dom cannot resist the gift of Eva’s submission, and besides, his myshka needs watching.

When trouble hits the village, lethal choices have to be made that may well spell the end for them both.

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Her Bear Protector

“If only you could see yourself, babe. Those are nipple clamps, linked by a chain, and if I do this…” Something tugged at her nipples at the same time, and Tina arched her back and moaned. Oh lord, that felt way too good. Tiny shards of pain skittered from her nipples in an invisible line to her clit, and she panted her arousal.

Ronan’s chuckle sunk into her consciousness like molten chocolate, and his next words sent her on fire.

“You look so fucking sexy, babe. I’ve got my cock in my hand and I’m stroking it for you. My fingers are wet with my pre-cum. Here, taste what you do to me.”

He ran his fingers along the seam of her mouth, and Tina opened eagerly. His unique salty musk exploded on her taste buds, and she sucked the digits further into her mouth. Ronan groaned, the bed dipped, and she needed no encouragement to open her legs wide. Instead of taking her however like she expected him to do, something cold hit the inside of her thigh and she yelped in surprise. He withdrew his fingers and surprise turned into a moan when that thing started to vibrate and Ronan held it right over her clit. Pleasure surged and her hips bucked upward to get closer to those delicious vibrations. Her orgasm build in ever tighter circles, and just as she was about to fly off that cliff, the vibrations stopped.

Tina yanked at her restraints and swore.

“Fuck, noooooo, damn it.”

A swat to her thigh was her reward, and Ronan’s voice held an edge of steel.

“Such foul language from my girl. I think she needs something else to occupy that mouth.”

 

The Witch’s Protector

Henry smiled and kickstarted his own bike. The powerful machine roared into life and Joanne could feel the vibrations rise up through her toes. Oh my, she hadn’t really been expecting that, as her clit contracted and shivers of excitement darted across her skin.

The infuriating man noticed of course, because he revved the engine up more, winked at her, and then leant down to whisper in her ear.

“Just think about sitting on top of this, with all those vibrations right where you need them. You have my permission to come as many times as you want, as long as you imagine it’s my cock inside your tight little pussy.”

Joanne opened her mouth to give him what for, but nothing came out bar a strangled squeak, and Henry laughed and revved the motor even more. He handed her a Mongrels leather jacket and the ugliest helmet ever, and having recovered her equilibrium somewhat, she stared at him.

“You have got to be kidding me, if you think I’ll put that on my head.”

Henry ignored her, straddled his bike, and grinned.

“You’re the one who insists she needs to get home. I’ll be quite happy to keep you here, little red, preferably tied to my bed and gagged, so that you can’t mouth off at me.” He paused for a second, and Joanne knew she had blushed as red as the late blooming roses wrapped around the porch of the pack house at those outrageous words. He hadn’t tempered his voice either, and his assembled men all grinned.

Oh he was going to pay for that, just as soon as she figured out how she could get him back for those words.

 

Her Lion Protector

“So fucking wet for me already. I wonder what you’ll do if I do this.” Flinging her legs over his shoulder, he buried his nose in her pretty pussy and inhaled.

Unintelligible sounds spilled from his girl’s lips when he ran his stubble across her inner thigh, and licked along her slit. Leon groaned and his dick hardened anew when her sweet musk exploded on his tongue. Rebecca’s heels dug into his back, and she ground herself against his mouth, as he licked, and nibbled and thrust his tongue inside her clenching pussy hole. A gush of her feminine arousal was his reward, and his lion alternated between purring and growling as he drank his fill. Grasping her hips to hold her still, Leon took her right up to the point of climaxing before he bit into her inner thigh and withdrew.

Rebecca swore, and bowed off the bed as far as she could. Her bound hands clenched in his long hair, and she tried to urge him back down, but he laughed and wrenching free of her grasp, took her hands and pulled them back above her head.

“Oh, no you don’t, pip. This is punishment, remember. You will not come until I give you permission to, and you will keep your hands out of my way, or I’ll tie them so tightly you will not be able to move at all.”

“Noooo, please….” Head thrashing from side to side and with yet more of her juices spilling over her thighs and running into her butt cheeks, her entire body flushed, she looked just like he wanted her to. A woman on the edge, desperate to come, yet not allowed to.

“Oh, I think you mean yes, Sir.”

 

The Vampire’s Protector

“That doesn’t seem that old for you to—”

“Before Christ, myshka,” he said, interrupting her, and smiled at her sharp intake of breath.

“But that means you’re like…Holy Cannoli. Are there more of you?”

Dimitrius chose not to answer that, and she screwed up her nose, and nodded.

“Yeah, dumb question, I get it. You’re hardly going to tell me, when I hunt your kind.” She pulled her legs up to her chest and hugged them to her in a defensive move that meant he had to close the distance between them, and she flinched when he sat down next to her and lifted her hair off her face.

“You’re very good at it too, from what I observed last night. It was one of the reasons why I interfered. And don’t call them my kind.

She looked up at him and frowned, presumably at the intonation he put on the last two words.

“Really comparing me to those things would be comparing a Moped to a Harley.” He grinned when she laughed at that comparison, and visibly relaxed.

“Yeah, guess they’re not quite in the same league, huh? So, is this where you’re telling me that you’re really a good and peace-loving vamp?”

Her smile slipped when he bared his fangs at her, and burying his hand in her hair bent her backward until her bare throat was exposed to him. Her heartbeat went into overdrive when he ran his canines along her skin, and then retracted them before he hovered his mouth over hers. Her lips opened in a silent invitation, and her sweet, aroused scent hit him in the gut.

“Don’t make the mistake of underestimating me, myshka. There is no such thing as a good vampire.”

 

Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.

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#bookrelease – Whisk Me Up – by Zee Monodee @lovebitessilk

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Havisham Park, Book 1

Small-town contemporary Romance set in Yorkshire, England

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After fainting backstage at a fashion week, supermodel Mary Beth Beresford is forced to go into hiding in the sleepy North Yorkshire village of Stonydale in Havisham Park when her sisters kidnap her and bring her there to their late father’s family stronghold so she’ll face the truth – she is anorexic.

Never one to be bossed around, Mary Beth attempts to break out the very next morning…only to land onto the path of the gorgeous, Viking-like pub owner and chef, Niall Barry.

Suddenly, sticking around in this one-horse town doesn’t look like Purgatory anymore.

But Niall is a very private person who shies away from celebrity, and Mary Beth is one of the biggest celebs on the planet. Not to mention that she is an aristocrat – daughter of the late earl and member of the peerage – while he is simply a working-class chef.

Is any relationship between them doomed to collapse like a failed soufflé?

 

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EXCERPT

Something about this lass didn’t add up.

She jerked in his arms, and clamped her lips shut before pressing a hand to her mouth. A garbled sound came from her throat and her skin paled, beads of sweat erupting at her temples.

He grabbed her shoulders; to steady her or to keep her in place, he knew not.

“Are you sick? Is it your blood sugar, if you’re diabetic?”

She struck him as much too young for diabetes, but stranger things happened in the world.

“Fine,” she bit out behind her hand and shook her head, sending her ponytail flying.

Early twenties, he’d say. Still a girl. Off-limits for him, being on the wrong side of thirty. He released her.

“You’re not fine.” Could he have growled more if he’d wanted?

She bristled and shrugged away from his touch. “And you’re not my keeper.”

This scrap of a lass wanted to take him on?

Niall drew to his six-five height and towered over her. You could put two like her side-to-side and only then would she match him somewhat in width.

But she poked that pointed chin out and stared him down, even if she appeared on the brink of collapse.

“The saying is, ‘you’re not my mother’,” he threw out in a bid to unsettle her.

She snorted. “Like she ever cared.”

Late teen/young adult rebellion? Hence the druggie route?

“Well, you’re in my place, and under my roof, you do as I say.”

“But of course, if you say so, Thor.”

Bit of a smart mouth, ain’t she? With his build, blond hair, and Viking ancestry, he’d been compared to the Norse god many a time.

Then her eyes rolled back, and she slumped.

Hell fire! “Calling the doctor.”

He picked her up again and brought her to the back, into the office, where he lay her down on the worn settee.

“No!”

“Listen, lass. You almost passed out three times in the past quarter hour—”

“I told you I’m not sick. I came out for a run but got lost and been out longer than I planned.”

“And you set out on an empty stomach, I bet.” Where that certitude came from, he knew not.

“I had a protein shake, okay?” She had the gall to glare at him.

He leaned down and peered into her face. “Don’ cut it with me. You’d need to run mile afore that worked off. Hardly in sweat, are you?”

Fire flashed in her gaze, and she pursed her lips as if to refrain from cursing him, or worse, spitting into his face.

“Stay put,” he ordered as he dashed out of the room and into the kitchen across the corridor. From the oven, he pulled a dish of leftover shepherd’s pie he’d heated up for Anna. Lord knew the woman never remembered to eat. Anorexic at her age; he snorted.

Eeh bah gum. The lass back there? Way too thin. She probably hardly ate a thing.

“Where are you off to?” he barked from the kitchen doorway.

She froze in the corridor. “On my way out.”

“Not afore you eaten summa’.”

“Gosh dang! Ya never let up, duntya?”

 

AUTHOR BIO

Author, editor, smitten wife, in-over-her-head mum to a tween boy, best-buddy stepmum to a teenage lad, bookaholic, lover of all things fluffy & pink, chronic shoeholic, incompetent housewife desperate to channel Nigella Lawson (and who’ll prolly always fail at making domestic goddess status)…

Zee hails from the multicultural, rainbow-nation island of Mauritius, in the southern Indian Ocean, where she grew up on the figurative fence—one side had her ancestors’ Indian and Muslim culture; the other had modernity and the global village. When one day she realised she could dip her toes into both sides without losing her integrity, she found her identity.

This quest for ‘finding your place’ is what she attempts to bring in all her stories, across all the genres she writes. Her heroines represent today’s women trying to reconcile love, life, & relationships in a melting pot of cultures, while her heroes are Alpha men who often get put back into their rightful place by the headstrong women she writes. Love is always a winner in her stories, though; that’s a given.

 

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#blogtour #bookrelease – The Recording Room – by @iyanajenna

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The Recording Room by Iyana Jenna
 
Audience: Adult 18+ – Genre: MM Romance Horror – Format: e-book – Publisher: JMS Books – Cover by: Written Ink Designs – Editor: Willem Schutte – Pages: (17, 172 words) – ISBN: 9781611527643 – Date Published: April 5, 2015
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Lucian Salvatore returns to Clover East after his grandmother calls him home to take care of the family’s recording studio. This is a welcome trip after the tragic loss of his boyfriend.
Nate Lockwood is the man who practically runs the Salvatore studio. He suspects he’s going to be replaced once Lucian comes home to take over the business. But Nate doesn’t plan on leaving Clover East so soon, at least not before he solves the mystery that’s the real reason he came to the small town in the first place.
Will Nate be able to discover what happened to his aunt who disappeared in Clover East so many years ago? What does her disappearance have to do with Lucian’s family … and the haunted recording room in the studio where they both work?

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“You have family here? Clover East is such a small town. I don’t visit often but I think I know who all the families are around here.”
Nate was tempted to ask if Lucian knew Janette Madison, Nate’s aunt, but he was afraid it would be too soon, too abrupt.
“Nah, I don’t have family here,” he said instead. “I had just thought one of my aunts stopped by this town, but I’m not so sure myself.” There, he had said it.
“You haven’t had any news from your aunt?”
“No.”
“You mean she’s missing or something?” Lucian frowned.
“Honestly, I don’t know if she’s missing or just doesn’t want to be found.”
“Did your family ask you to find her?”
Nate played with his bottle. He wouldn’t look at Lucian. “No one asked me to locate her because there’s no one else out there. She’s the only family I have left. That’s why I wanted to find her.”
Neither spoke after that. When Nate lifted his head, he found Lucian staring blankly at a spot on the table. He wanted to ask about him instead but Nate couldn’t bring himself to open his mouth. His mind was whirling with the thoughts that until now, years after he first came to this city, he still couldn’t find Aunt Janette.
Nate,
I’m sorry about your loss and I’m very sorry I didn’t come to the funeral. I was halfway around the continent and I was quite short of money. But don’t worry about me. I met someone and he asked me to go live with him. I don’t know if you’ve heard of Clover East, a small town in Illinois? I hadn’t, before this. But I have a good feeling about this place, Nate. If you ever want to come to stay with me, you’ll be more than welcome.
“No, she’s definitely missing,” he said suddenly.
“Excuse me?” Lucian looked startled. Nate didn’t blame him.
“She sent me a letter, literally inviting me to be with her.”
“What do you mean — be with you?”
“She met a man who asked her to come to Clover East. She understood I had just lost everyone so she wanted me to stay with her. She sounded so happy at that time. There were no signs that she wanted to hide. Something bad must have happened to her.”
“Did she mention any names?”
Nate shook his head, and practically jumped when Lucian clasped a hand over his. When did he get so close?
“You’re not alone anymore. We’ll search for your aunt and we’re going to find her. Together.”
Nate gawked, first at the hand that was warm against his skin and then up to Lucian’s soft green eyes. The man was nothing like the cold, arrogant one Nate had met earlier that morning. He was almost afraid at the sudden change.
“Uh, thank you, I guess?”
“Does my grandma know about this?”
“No, I never told her.”
“Why didn’t you?”
Nate had never thought about why it had not crossed his mind to talk to Helen about it. She had never asked him why he came to the town, thus, he didn’t feel the need to mention it.
“I don’t know,” he said simply to Lucian.
Lucian pursed his lips. “I just thought it might help, you know. She’s lived here all her life. She must notice when there’s a newcomer in town, especially when the person suddenly disappears.”
“I found it strange,” Nate said slowly, “that no one seemed to hear or see anything about her. It’s like she never set foot in this place.”
“Are you sure she was really here?”
Nate said nothing and took out his cell-phone. He opened the picture albums and scrolled down until he found what he was looking for. He showed the picture to Lucian, who scrutinized it like a doctor checking on a patient on an operation table. Nate could almost see through Lucian’s eyes his aunt smiling at the camera, her long black locks blown by the wind. She posed in Clover East’s city square in front of a group of tables belonging to a café there.
“She was alone.”
“Yeah.” Nate knew exactly what Lucian was thinking. If she’d been with someone, they might have been able to recognize them.
“I wonder who took the picture.”
“She could’ve simply asked a passerby to do it.”
“You’re right.” Lucian gave him back the cell phone. “She only sent you that?”
“Yes, unfortunately.”
“So she was really here but we have no idea for how long and whom she met.”
“I was worried about her.” Nate sighed, and when he looked up, Lucian’s eyes bored into his.
“We’ll tell my grandma when she’s home and start an extensive search.”
Nate didn’t know what to say. He felt as if he was drowning in Lucian’s gaze.
“O-okay,” he said finally, after he realized Lucian had cleared his throat several times, awaiting his response.
“Good.” Lucian heaved a deep breath and stretched out, pulling his arms high above his head, and Nate was unable to keep his eyes off the scrumptious sight. “So, will you stay for dinner?”
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Iyana writes M/M short stories and novellas. Her works have been published by Evernight Publishing, JMS Books, Books to Go Now, Torquere Press, Bitten Press, Leap of Faith Publishing, Breathless Press, and Alfie Dog Fiction.
Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.
Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has three of them. Their names are Cil, Horus, and Betsy, and one kitten. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.
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#book release – Seven Sinful Secrets – @evernightpub @lovebitessilk

Book Title: 7 Sinful Secrets
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Genre: Erotic romance,
Anthology, Short stories
OVERALL BLURB:
Seven
marriages—seven sinful secrets.
Marriages
shouldn’t have secrets, should they? Follow our seven couples, as they come to
terms with the fact that their partner has been holding something back from
them. Will it make or break their relationship? Read on to find out, and have
your fan at the ready, because these secrets are hot!
THE KNICKERS by +Doris O’connor 
 Discovering frilly
French Knickers in your husband’s dry cleaning can only mean one thing, right?
They’re certainly not Mareijke’s! Devastated at this find, she returns home
early and walks in on the unmistakable sounds of Stefano in the throes of
passion… but things are not what they seem…

BEHIND THE MASK by +Raven McAllan 
 When Daisy went on
holiday she did not expect to return with a drop dead gorgeous husband. Life is
great until she meets a masked stripper at her belated hen night. She knows the
eyes behind that mask, doesn’t she?

BIT ON THE SIDE by +Jorja Lovett 
 Helen thought
she’d lost her husband to depression after he lost his job. Now he’s back,
happy, horny and ready to play. But Carl’s spending so much time on his
computer she’s worried he’s got something to hide. Will his secret tear them
apart, or bring them closer than ever?

DOMINATION DREAMS by +Michaela Rhua 
 Nicholas Cole has
been married to Marissa for twenty years, and he dreams of being dominated by
his vanilla wife. When he returns from a business trip, he is in for one heck
of a birthday surprise.

ANNIVERSARY GIFT by +cherie nicholls 
 Cleo knows her
wife is up to something, and she is determined to find out what it is. When she
walks in on Marie and some bloke at a hotel room, she thinks all is lost. And
then Marie orders her to stay… And when your Domme gives you an order…

SEX TAPE by +Kiru Taye, Author 
 Juan Roberto’s
unexpected arrival home turns on its head when he discovers his wife Noni has a
mind-blowing surprise she’s been hiding from him. Discovering secrets and sex
tapes have never been hotter or more pleasurable…
Contains: a naughty video and an even naughtier married
couple rediscovering each other.

TASSELS by +Alannah Harte 

 Harrington loves
his new wife Penny. So much so that he puts his own desires for a more exciting
sex life to one side. Their lovemaking may be vanilla, but it’s all he needs,
or so he thinks, until the suitcase breaks and he discovers her secret.



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Excerpt from The Knickers by Doris O’Connor

“Because seeing you dressed like this makes me horny as hell.”
He had to be hearing things. She could not mean what she had just said. However the short bursts of her warm breath against his neck and the hardness of her nipples against his arm confirmed the truth behind those words, as clearly as the musk of her arousal. There was no doubt in his mind that she would be wet for him. Her body gave her away, as surely as his own responded to her. The dominant in him rose to the fore, and he halted the upwards progress of her hand with a growled, “No.”

She froze, and he fisted his hand in her hair, pulling her head backward to enable him to study her face. Stefano lost himself in the tender and hopeful expression mirrored in her beloved features, and he kissed the tears still clinging to her eyelashes away.

Mareijke sighed in submission, and he smiled into the kiss he slanted across her lips. How he had missed her, the simple act of kissing, tentative strokes of her tongue matching his forceful ones, as he took the kiss deeper, angling their bodies until she was lying underneath him on the bed. He yanked the cushion still between them away with an annoyed growl and thrust his frill covered cock into her groin.

She gasped into his mouth and clung onto his shoulders. Arching her hips to meet him thrust for eager thrust, she locked her ankles behind his ass, and Stefano grunted his approval. This is what he needed, this reassurance that she still wanted him as much as ever, and suddenly he couldn’t wait anymore. He wanted her bound and naked, the silky walls of her tight pussy milking his cock, as he fucked her hard and fast.

He broke the kiss with a bite to her lower lip that made her squirm, and he cupped her mound. The damp fabric made him smile almost as much as her hiss of pleasure when he pressed against her clit. A shudder went through her, and her eyes went wide when he straddled her legs.

“Grip the headboard for me, and don’t let go.”

She complied immediately, and he grabbed the ends of her sensible blouse and yanked hard. Buttons popped and fabric ripped as he pulled the thing clean off her, and his breath stalled in his lungs at the vision in front of him. His wife’s ample breasts were barely concealed by the scraps of red lacy scaffolding covering the heavy mounds, and he ran his knuckles across the hard nubs clearly visible through the see-through fabric. They firmed even more, and she arched into his touch. Her little teeth made imprints on her bottom lip, swollen from his kisses, and her whole body shook in need when he ran a finger under her bra cup. He pulled it down freeing that breast to his gaze and with a grin at her bent down and sucked the rosy tip of her nipple into his mouth.

“Stefano … please…” Her lust-filled moan shot straight to his cock, and he suckled harder, kneading the other nipple between his fingers. He knew how responsive she was to this kind of stimulation, and helplessly trapped as she was under his legs, he could feel the rising tension of her body, her desperate need to come. Breath coming in short gasps, her auburn hair feathered across the pillow, she held onto the headboard with a white knuckled grip, as her body clambered towards release. She screamed her annoyance when he released her nipple and bit down hard, causing her to pant harder.

With an audible rip the delicate lace of her bra gave way under his ministrations and her bountiful curves spilled into his waiting hands. Stefano pushed them together and blew across her distended nipples. Mareijke squirmed underneath him. A fierce blush spread across her sweat-slicked skin, and her head rolled form side and side. He drank in the sight of his wife lost to her arousal, and a sense of calm settled over him, like it always did, when he gave her pleasure. Even without the discussion that they would have to have soon, he knew that all would be all right between them. Stefano lifted himself off her and pulled her pants off, taking her lacy thong with them. The musk of her arousal drew him, and he left the trousers dangling just under her knees. Pushing her knees up, he angled her lower body until she was half lying on her side. With her hands still clutching the headboard and her legs trapped inside her trousers she had nowhere to go, and he ran his hands down the curve of her hip and kneaded her ass cheeks. She pushed into his hand with a small moan, and he brought his hand down on one shapely ass cheek.

“Yesssss, again … Please, Stefano … I need.” The rest of whatever she was going to say was lost in the sound of his hand connecting with her milky flesh, and his cock threatened to split its lacy covering, seeing the red marks of his possession. Hearing Mareijke’s needy sighs in his ears he couldn’t wait one minute longer. The sheets of the bed were stained with her arousal, and without further ado he freed his throbbing dick and aligned himself with her wet entrance.

“I’m going to fuck you now, cara. Is that what you want?” He growled his question into her shoulder and bit her ear, soothing the sting with his tongue.

********

Excerpt from The Anniversary Gift by Cherie Nicholls

Whats so amusing?
She said youd come.
Did she? Well you can let her know Im here.”
Come on
in.”
Cleo stepped in to the room. He didnt leave her much room, and forced her to brush against his body.
Who was at the door, Mitch? Marie asked walking out of the bedroom in nothing but black lingerie. The very same set Cleo had bought for her birthday.
Your woman has arrived.”
Cleo expected shock, perhaps guilt. She saw none of that in Marie. A smile spread across Maries face. Cleos temper started to rise. Marie wasnt even sorry that she’d been caught.
Mitch, as in Mitchell, your new PA? Little clic dont you think,
Marie?
Perhaps, but it works for me. He works for me, too, in more
ways than one.



I dont need to hear about your exploits, thank you.”
No? But
I thought you liked when I talked dirty, baby? Cleos
cheeks burned. How dare she?
How dare Marie try
flirting with her when she’d been caught
cheating?
Yeah, well that was before you decided I wasnt enough
to keep you entertained.”
Is that right? Marie sat on an overstuffed chair, a hand casually stroking the swell of her breast.
Damn her, as angry and hurt as Cleo was, she still wanted
Marie.
Yes,” Cleo said.
Mitch, get the door,” Marie said.
She was going to have Cleo thrown out? Fine. If thats the way this was going to end, then fine. She’d walk out with her head held high even if her heart was in shatters.
The sound of the lock snapping into place drew Cleos attention.
Good
boy, Marie said with such praise for the man Cleo wanted to
headbutt him.
Mitch locked the door.
What the hell?
Cleo watched him cautiously as Mitch walked around in front of
her.

Now, Mitch, show my woman why youre here with me.”

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#bookrelease – Rescuing Cade – by @elodieparkes @evernightpub @lovebitessilk

Rescuing Cade by +Elodie Parkes 
Published by Evernight Publishing
Genre: contemporary, erotic romance

Cade’s
trying to get over a broken heart when his friend Jack takes him off to a
nightclub, named only, The Club. Although at first Cade is shocked by the place
he meets Marissa. It’s not long before he and Marissa get together, but under
the pressure of expectations from, The Club, and Marissa’s fear of commitment,
they’re both running in opposite directions.

Gorgeous
Cade has touched Marissa’s heart in ways she doesn’t want to admit.
Lovely
Marissa has lifted Cade’s sadness and opened his heart to love again.
The
trouble is — someone has to give a little. Who’s it going to be?



<span lang="EN-US" style="color:red;font-size:12pt;line-height:200%
18+Graphic sexual content
The lights were low and Marissa took a seat at an
empty table close to the small group of people. Strategically placed, she took
in the delicious sight that was Cade, only a yard away now.
Blue eyes,
mmm, my favorite. Look at those lips, made for kissing, biting, sucking.

She cast her eyes over his ass and thighs. She soaked up the sight of his
handsome jaw line and her eyes flicked to his groin, where she assessed the
hang of his suit pants and licked her lips at the promise of a big cock. Holy hell, he’s gorgeous. I’d like him on a
collar and leash waiting for me to slap his ass and fuck him senseless. I’d
like to slip a blindfold on him and run a feather over his cock to see it jerk
to life. I’d like to tie him to a chair, suck him almost to orgasm, and then
leave him to beg for release. Wonder if he’s dom or sub?
As Marissa considered Cade’s preference, he turned
and looked straight into her eyes.
A huge stab of sexual excitement throbbed in her
pussy. With her clit buzzing, she leaned a little forward to smile at Cade.
He looked away.
Marissa saw him gaze around the room. She watched
as his shoulders slumped.
The room was large and divided by obvious walkways.
A small dance floor held writhing couples, dangerously close to each other,
some half-naked. Doms occupied the tables with their Subs in various scenes,
all taking their pleasure without concern. Other Doms sat in the low leather
lounges watching. It was all much the same as usual. One Dom fucked his Sub
from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, and the other gripping her jaw
turning her face to kiss and bite her lips. A Sub straddled her Dom, her hands
held high above her head tied with a satin ribbon, as the Dom took his fill of
her breasts.
Marissa heard his growl.
“Don’t you come until I say you may … I want you
across the table. You’ll come on my fingers and then my cock. Do you
understand? I might have to punish you again.”
The Sub’s whispered answer must have been to his
liking. He kissed her tenderly.
Marissa looked away. Her pussy creamed and a sigh
of appreciation escaped her. Marissa loved sex. She liked to be in control,
although she’d scened with a Master, a friend, when she needed release. Her
role in The Club was as a Domme, but she was vanilla, the specialist in helping
newcomers. Everything she did, she designed to bring maximum pleasure to her
Sub whilst simultaneously taking it herself. She enjoyed the control she
wielded. It suited her to be the one with the power, and in her mind, the
choice to walk away.
The Club had been open for more than a decade and
was considered one of the best in the country. Safety was their priority, that
and pleasure. To Marissa’s knowledge, no one left The Club after seeking a
niche there and never came back.
Marissa found her gaze straying back to Cade.
He stood awkwardly by the table where Jack
finger-fucked his current Sub. She laid back with her legs wide apart, her
dress up around her waist, and her wrists tied over her head with a blue satin
scarf. If she’d worn panties to visit The Club, there was no sign of them now.
Marissa watched the Sub squirm, whimpering for
release.
Jack shook his head. “Not yet, sweetheart, I’m
enjoying your lovely pussy. Your cream’s running down my palm. I’m going to
lick it up and then I’ll think about letting you come. Are you enjoying showing
my guest what a good girl you are?”
The Sub murmured, her breath hitching as Jack bent
and thrust his tongue into her pussy.
“Yes, sir, it’s exactly how I hoped it would be.”
Marissa’s pussy drenched her panties. She licked
her lips.
Cade lurched around and took a step toward her
table.
He looked unseeing right into Marissa’s eyes, the
expression on his face a glaze of pure confusion, and then he passed by heading
to the bar in the corner.
Marissa watched him take a sip of the iced water
he’d ordered, then she too got up and walked away from that part of The Club
where sex soaked the air with erotic perfume, and the sounds of orgasm played
havoc with her own desires.
Copyright Elodie Parkes, Evernight
Publishing 2015
*******
  
About
Elodie:
Elodie
Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often
with a twist of mystery, paranormal, fantasy, or suspense. Her books are always
steamy. Her tag is, Cool stories: Hot love scenes.
Elodie
lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and
writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural
countryside around her home.
She
has also released titles as an individual indie author.
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Elodie online:
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#bookrelease – Let Mercy Come – by Zee Monodee @lovebitessilk

Let Mercy Come by +Zee Monodee 
Corpus Brides #3: The Conclusion
Romantic Suspense

Let mercy come
…and wash away our
sins…
A woman on the run
Valeriya Morozova has managed to carve out a do-over for
herself away from the clutches of the Corpus
agency. The one formerly known as Anastasiya still lives on the edge, paranoid
anyone will bust her secret and turn her in. Agency leaders believe her to be
at the heart of the failed mutinous plot to overtake command, and the price of
that betrayal—never mind that she is innocent—will be her life, paid in blood.
A man who’s always
followed orders
In his decades inside the Corpus agency, case officer and former super-spy Graeme Whitman—aka
Scott—has always paid heed to rules and obeyed all his orders. When he is
chosen to bring the traitor Anastasiya back into the fold, Scott knows it will
be just one more job he will successfully complete. After all, doing the right
thing is atonement for your past mistakes, right?
Secrets running deep
Scott has secrets; who doesn’t? But he isn’t prepared for
the full cupboard of skeletons Anastasiya carries with her…starting with the
reason why she ran away from the agency. The more he digs, the less he is
certain of, until he comes to ask himself why everyone has falsely painted her
as a hard-hearted sociopath.

But is Anastasiya a victim, or a skilful manipulator? When
her past collides with her present, the future as both she and Scott conceived
it shatters. They’ve answered the call of duty all their lives—will they have
to make the ultimate sacrifice in the name of love?

{2 Excerpts. Pick One please}
EXCERPT 1
“Why did you run, Ana?”
She hitched in a breath. That’s the
nickname he’d used— Don’t. Think. Of.
That.
“Antonia. Nothing mattered except her. She
wouldn’t grow up inside the agency, and I wouldn’t let anyone take her from
me.”
“There was nothing else?”
“That wasn’t enough?” she shot back at him.
He sighed again. “Things have been
happening inside the organization.”
“What kind of things?”
He stared at her. “Mutiny.”
“What?” Surprise dropped like an anvil over
her and she stumbled to the bed, where she fell into a heap next to him. “You
must be joking!”
“Sadly, no. You didn’t notice anything back
in there? It never struck you that something could be amiss?”
She turned to face him. “Something was amiss, Scott—I was pregnant, about
to bring an innocent, defenceless child into this fucked up existence of being
a Corpus agent. Excuse me for not
thinking of anything beside that.”
“Speaking of, who’s her father?”
She steeled herself to answer this
question…with a non-answer. “Why did you have to fake your death?”
Had he noticed she’d evaded the query?
He remained silent for long seconds, before
he responded. “You recall the Stepanovic case in Marseille, a little over a
year ago? Nothing was going as planned there, and it even ended in a case
death.”
She nodded. “No conclusive evidence, no
influence worked, and he even disappeared after a while. Total failure for us
on that one, I remember. The boss hadn’t been pleased.”
“You’ll also recall it’s not the only case
that fell off the wayside around that period.”
She frowned. “Now that you mention it…”
“Someone from the inside was letting those
criminals walk away. Fey had also disappeared; we suspected she’d gone rogue.”
She winced upon hearing that name. How
she’d hated that woman, because Fey had worked with Scott and had managed to
snare him into her bed a long time ago. She’d had everything Valeriya had ever
wanted for herself.
“Then someone targeted Kali.”
“Oh, my God! Is she okay? She isn’t…?”
“She’s fine. Her agent status burned, but
she’s alive, living like a civilian now in Notting Hill with her husband.”
A sigh of relief rushed out of her.
Kali—aka Rayne Cheltham—had been her best friend inside the Corpus. Right before cutting and running
from Prague, she’d done all she could to save the life of Ash, Rayne’s husband,
who’d been hit by a rogue bullet when he’d walked in on one of her operations.
Rayne, the only person she’d informed of
her leaving, without giving her any details as to why. Her friend must now
think the worst of her.
And so must Scott, and everyone else.
Clarity suddenly beamed in her mind.
“You think I had anything to do with this?”
Only someone on the upper echelons of the organization could’ve pulled this
mutiny through, what with having access to case files and their whole arsenal.
And she had disappeared right after Rayne
got burned.
That’s why Scott had been looking for her.
EXCERPT 2
She closed the distance between them to go
stand right in front of him. She had her out; would he listen to her, though?
“Then let us go, Scott. Antonia and I can
disappear. You don’t need to put your life on hold because of us. Seth, your
son, he needs you.”
“I can’t do that,” he murmured.
“Why not? If this is atonement for you,
then I’m asking you to let us go. Do this and you’ll be free.”
“I don’t want to be free.”
She blinked. “What?”
“Not when you are, too.”
He’d completely lost her there. She glanced
up into his face, and the breath whooshed out of her at what she saw on his
face. Pain, but of a different kind. The type that accompanied unrequited
longing for another person.
She shook her head. I must be getting delusional. Why would Scott—
All thoughts screeched to a halt when he
brought a big hand up and gingerly cradled one side of her jaw in that warm
palm.
“Forgive me for saying this, Ana, but I’ve
wanted a future with you ever since the first day I saw you.”
A small puff of air escaped her.
He smiled as his eyes took a faraway glint.
“You looked so prim and proper in that white lab blouse. Still so young, but
your eyes… They said you had lived a long life already, that you had a lot
concealed behind the façade you showed the world. Then you looked up and asked
me—”
“…did you have a choice to be here?” She
remembered that instant probably more vividly than he did.
He gave a lazy blink, as of coming back
into the moment to stare at her in the now. “I had one back then, and I have
one now. That day, I chose duty. Today, I choose you, Ana.”
“Scott—”
“Graeme. My name is Graeme.” He rubbed the
pad of his thumb along her cheekbone. “Say it. I want to hear you say it.”
She parted her lips. He’d trusted her with
his real identity, and if she believed all he’d said until now…
“Graeme,” she said softly.
He closed his eyes as he took in that
sound; at least, that’s what it seemed like to her.
“Graeme, please…”
He opened his eyes and peered at her. “What
is it?”
When his touch on her cheek lost some of
its pressure, all the life inside of her ebbed away like the tide gathering for
a tsunami. It took everything from her. If she lost him now, when he’d showed
her how much he wanted—no, needed!—her, she would die.
She had to show him. That’s when she
reckoned her body had gone stiff from the second he’d touched her, petrified in
surprise, and he must have gathered her response as being this aloofness in her
body language.
He was wrong. Oh, so wrong!
First step; she’d have to take it.
So Valeriya listened to her heart, and she
brought a hand up to clasp his where it had started to recede from her jaw. She
pressed her cheek into his palm, soaking in his warmth.
“Graeme, please…” She glanced up into his
eyes. “Kiss me.”
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Zee hails from the multicultural, rainbow-nation island of
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fence—one side had her ancestors’ Indian and Muslim culture; the other had
modernity and the global village. When one day she realised she could dip her
toes into both sides without losing her integrity, she found her identity.
This quest for ‘finding your place’ is what she attempts to bring
in all her stories, across all the genres she writes. Her heroines represent
today’s women trying to reconcile love, life, & relationships in a
melting pot of cultures, while her heroes are Alpha men who often get put back
into their rightful place by the headstrong women she writes. Love is always a
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