Her Healing Touch, Heroes of Olympus book 4 (and giveaway)

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Her Healing Touch, Heroes of Olympus book 4

Written by April Zyon

Published by Evernight Publishing

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Blurb:

Dr. Hailey Davenport thinks that she’s nothing to anyone but her patients. Little does she know that her ex-boyfriend has used her for collateral for a massive debt that he’s racked up with the Russian Mafia.

When the gods realize the danger Hailey is in, they put the doctor under the protection of the Scions, twelve remarkable young men—but only two of them draw her in, Owen Lueger with his green-grey eyes, and Nolan Vedius-Calidus with his sexy as sin voice.

Owen and Nolan have watched three sets of their friends meet and fall in love within a second of meeting their fated woman, but they hadn’t believed that it would be true for them—until they meet Dr. Hailey Davenport.

It is a good thing for them that their sweet doctor is open for all of the things that they want to do to her and then some. Still, it will take all of their team, and a little divine assistance, to finally end the danger that is coming for Hailey, but end it they will. It is the only way that they can finally have their happily ever after.

Be Warned: menage (MFM) sex, anal sex, double penetration, spanking

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Excerpt:

Hailey rocked back and forth on her feet. She really was tired, but she had been tired before. “So, is it just you guys?” she asked with a frown. “Are you going to take turns on who gets the night and who gets the day and so on?” She heard the door slide open, but couldn’t see it with all the men that were in front of her.

“Nope, there are more of us,” Gareth told her from somewhere up front. The elevator began to empty out. Gareth waited for her and waved her into the foyer of the suite. “They’re waiting inside for us. I’ll introduce you before you pick the room you want to use—there are six up here—and then your dinner should be here.”

She walked into the suite with Gareth and straight to the windows. “Wow, this is a gorgeous view.”

They were at the top of the hotel and looked out over the city. It was stunning really. She turned around, and when she did lost all thought and all capability of speech. The two men that seemed to appear from thin air captured her attention and sucked the brain out of her head and air from her lungs, or at least that was how it felt in those moments.

“And there it is,” someone said from one side.

“Hailey Davenport, this is the rest of the team. Lincoln and Wyatt on the right, and the two you’re drooling over are Owen and Nolan. Guys, this is Hailey.” She heard a couple of hellos, but they couldn’t really compete with the white noise filling her head as she stared at the two men.

She just stood there and looked at the men. She didn’t hear anything but her heart rapidly beating. “Um.” She swallowed, hard. She struggled to find words, but for some reason, she couldn’t find words to bring forth. She thought she was brighter than she was acting right now, but she obviously was wrong because words wouldn’t come to her. The men were massive. They were night and day when it came to their hair color, one with midnight black hair and the other a bright blond. One had green eyes and the other blue, but they both caught her attention as soon as she had turned around.

“Hi?” It didn’t come out as a statement, more of a question because her brain simply wasn’t firing enough to make her come up with anything other than the two-letter word.

“For a woman that wouldn’t shut up on the ride over, that’s the best she can do?”

She struggled to find the right wording. What could she say that wouldn’t make her sound like a complete idiot around men who suddenly got her motor running on full steam? But she needed to keep her wits about her, to stay focused on everything happening.

“It’s the whole recognition thing, totally fries the brain. They’re not all that much better off.”

“Leave them be. It’ll start to clear in a few. Will someone get the damn elevator already? That’s her food, and she’ll be really pissed if they take it back to the kitchen while she was all dazed and confused.”

She shook her head and looked away from the two men because if she didn’t, she would lose herself again. “Yes, food. I’m hungry.” She noticed that she had moved from in front of the windows and instead was right there within touching distance of the two men that had struck her dumb. “I’m sorry, what are your names again?”

“Owen,” the blond told her.

“Nolan,” the other man said with a crooked grin.

“Food’s here,” Gareth called to her. “I’d come get it before they finish eating all the fries off your plate, and move on to something of more substance.”

“They touch my fries, and I will break their fingers,” she muttered without taking her eyes off Nolan. “Right, food. Sorry, but I need to eat. I—holy mother, you are both so good looking, I swear this is a dream. I’m sleeping, or dead, or maybe it’s from being so damn hungry, I just don’t know. I thought that these others were hot, but hell, you guys are even hotter. Wow.” She wanted to reach out and touch them to ensure that they were real, and she wasn’t dreaming. “I thought Tom was the best-looking man I ever met in my life, but he’s got nothing on you guys. At all. Holy crap on a cracker.” She covered her mouth when an unexpected laugh burst free at her wayward thoughts.

“Crap on a cracker?” Owen asked, hiding his smirk.

“I try not to curse around the kids, so I switch it up, well, unless you wake me up, or I’m really ticked off,” she explained, still snickering at the giant men in front of her, who she now thought must have been carved out of clay or something. But everyone around her looked puzzled as to why she as acting like a crazy impression of the Joker from Batman.

“Any idea what she’s going on about?” Nolan asked softly.

At his side, Owen shook his head with a bemused look. “Nope, not even the foggiest. But I think we can forgive her. She’s a little flustered, and a lot distracted right now. She really should eat something, too.”

“Right, yes, food. And I’m not confused.” She shook her head and got her mind back where it should be. “I was saying that you are all seriously hot. I thought that these guys were seriously hot, but they are nowhere near as hot as you two. Seriously, it’s ridiculous how cute you are. I bet your wives are thanking God every day for you.”

“We’re not married,” Nolan said with a grin. “Of course, neither are they, yet. Some of them are taken, though,” he added.

“If she’s not planning to eat the burger I’m calling dibs on it,” Dieter said. “I’m fucking starving.”

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Their Weapons Maker by April Zyon (And Giveaway!)

Their Weapons Maker

Heroes of Olympus, Book 3

Published by Evernight Publishing

Written by April Zyon

Cover and banner by Jay Aheer

Video by April Zyon

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Blurb:

Rachael Dunfries isn’t ready to die. She’ll fight tooth and nail to survive the gutless attack that put her in the hospital—even hire protection to keep her safe. Falling in love with the men looking after her was not part of the plan.

Discovering the threat won’t be an easy battle to win, but Dieter Adler-Faust and Wyatt Aragon are as ready as they can be. The fight that ensues isn’t what they had planned. A new level of war has been declared. For the love of their woman, they’ll do whatever is necessary.

An attack too close to home has everyone scrambling. Rachael is in danger, Wyatt’s injured, and the battle lines are drawn. It’s a fight they can’t lose if they want to finally have a chance at a life together.

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Excerpt:

“You do realize I was busy, right?” Ares’s growl echoed in the room made of white marble and gold. “I was kicking ass in a game. What’s so fucking important?”

“Your descendant.” Apollo stood before the well and looked into it. “She’s safe, for now, but she won’t be for long. She should be getting out of the hospital in a couple of days.”

“Hospital?” Ares’s chest tightened in fear as he rushed to Apollo’s side. “Why?” The anger from being summoned so abruptly during his game immediately evaporated when his brother told him his descendant was in the hospital. There the brothers stood one on each side of Rachael’s bed looking down at her.

“We were to meet for lunch, and when she didn’t show, I flashed to her apartment. I found her in a pool of blood and called an ambulance. She’d been shot. I assisted in repairing a bit of the damage, but you know our hands are tied on what we can and can’t do.”

“Fuck.” Ares carded his fingers through his hair angrily. “Who?”

“Uncertain. She’s not exactly out of the public eye, so it could just be some idiot human trying to destroy her.”

Ares snorted. “She’s so much like her Great-Many-Times-Over Grandmother. Always determined to ensure that the masses have what they need no matter what it costs her.”

“That’s very much Rachael. She’s more than that, however, as you should know. She’s exceptionally brilliant with tactics.”

“Has the faction in charge of her protection been mobilized yet?”

“They have. I killed one of them because he was going to shoot an air bubble into Rach’s IV line to ensure she died when she went in for her last blood transfusion.”

“Fuck.” Ares looked over the pale young woman in the bed. “So, she did inherit that genetic trait?”

Apollo nodded.

The girl could cause widespread bloodshed by causing wounds that would fester and grow, a trait she’d inherited from Ares. But because she didn’t know how to use the ability, she only ended up hurting herself: she had anemia and required frequent blood transfusions.

“So aside from that, she’s okay?”

“She nearly died, and her soul had to be tugged back into her body, but she’s a fighter.” Apollo touched the girl’s cheek. “I’m worried because she’s seen the other side, but Hades has seen her and knows exactly who she is. I saw our uncle when I pulled her soul back from the fogs of death—we’re going to have issues. If it weren’t against the rules, I would say we need to take her to Olympus where we could guarantee her safety.”

“Not even Olympus is safe, brother. You know this as well as I do.” Ares sighed and ran his hand over his jaw. “When she’s released, I will take her to the farm. In the meantime, watch over and protect her? I will see about getting the Scions here in the interim to keep watch as well.”

“You’re certain they’ll be able to keep watch over her and keep her safe?”

Ares glared at Apollo. “I believe in them. You need to as well. They have kept your descendant safe, haven’t they?”

“True. How is she?”

“Good. In love. I think her brother is ready to beat her lovers bloody, but she’s safe. She’s where she belongs. You should come and see her.”

“I can’t. Not yet. Let me ensure that Rach is safe and then I will.” Apollo looked down at Rachael and stroked her cheek again. “Your men need you—that team needs you. You’re going to create weapons for them to use in this war. Wake, sweet Rachael. Wake and come back to the land of the living.”

Ares bowed to his brother. “For all that you do, thank you.” He was gone in a flash.

****

Rachael heard herself flatline, the shrill sound of one long and seemingly never-ending tone. As she floated outside of her body, she watched the paramedics working on her. Rachael looked over her shoulder at the fog rolling toward her with a bright light in the center of it. She looked back to her body again.

Rubbing her bodiless hands over her arms, she shook her head and whispered, “Fight. Fight, damn you!” she demanded, even as the fog rolled around her ankles.

She felt the gentle touch of the past of the happiness and safety that she had at all times before any of the incidents had started. She felt the security the fog offered her, but she fought it off.

There it was.

The same shrill note.

She knew there was safety in the fog, but Rachael had never been one to go where it was safe. She reached out and latched onto her body with her soul as she was lifted and pushed into the back of an ambulance.

She watched with detached amazement as the man in the back of the ambulance with her seemed to move with the vehicle, keeping her body still even as the driver drove like a bat out of hell.

He was good, this man working on her. She had to admit to that.

She heard it again. Beat… A loud alarm… Beat… The same alarm…

“Fuck.” The man working on her stabbed her with a devilishly long needle, but as an ethereal soul floating free, she felt nothing.

Sensing a presence at her back, she looked over her shoulder and saw him: a massive and imposing man demanding she release him. He was wrong. Something about him was very wrong.

Suddenly there was something new, a bright light inside of the fog, sunshine in its purest form. It surrounded her and pulled her from the vicious shadow of a man as he screamed and raced toward her corporeal form.

****

Rachael was jerked back to reality when a jolt of electricity raced through her veins. She heard someone saying, “We have her back.”

****

When her eyes opened next, she saw her Uncle Adam standing above her.

“Water?” she croaked.

“Of course, ma petite.” He brought a straw to her lips. It was odd; for a moment, her Uncle Adam looked like he was emanating light as bright as sunshine on a rainy day. Very strange indeed.

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CROSSING THE LINE – Jen Katemi

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Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Genre: Erotic Romance – Ménage (MFM)

 

CROSSING THE LINE is an Evernight Editor’s Pick!

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Love is always a risk…but some decisions in this dangerous game come with consequences.

Tam

I’d do anything to keep my wife Julia happy…until her proposal for a sexy ménage tryst threatens

everything I thought I knew about us, and our relationship.

Julia

I adore my husband Tam, but in this dangerous high-stakes game am I risking too much for the

future of our marriage?

Dominic

Tragedy took my wife and left me in a shattered mess. I’ve been running from commitment ever

since, until Tam and Jules reach out. There’s no denying the chemistry that flares between us, but

has our night of kinky threesome sex pushed us just that little bit too far?

Sex. Love. Marriage. A ménage gamble puts everything on the line.

EXCERPT

Darcy/Dominic holds out a beckoning hand toward Tam. “I’m not taking your place, man, I promise.

Tonight is about Jules and her needs, but it’s also about you. Come here.”

“I…” Tam swallows, takes a tiny step toward us and stops.

“Both of you, Thomas.” Hearing Darcy use Tam’s real name like that is a bit of a shock.

Especially when he utters the words in that gruff, slightly husky voice that rolls right over my skin.

I shiver and watch Tam carefully for his response. No one calls him Thomas anymore, except me

when we’re in the midst of an argument. How will he react? Does he also feel this same strange

connection to Darcy that I do?

“Come on, man.” There’s a coaxing edge to Darcy’s tone now. “Let’s put the real world out of

our heads, for the next few hours at least. This is about the three of us, no one else, and this here

hotel room is now our world. Nothing else matters, and in here, anything goes, as long as it’s

consensual.” He gestures again for Tam to join us. “Consensual by all three of us. It has to be that

way. Or not at all.”

The silence is thick, as if charged with unspoken excitement. The gentle hum of the heating unit pushes at the edges of my awareness and I almost laugh. I doubt the steady flow of warm air is necessary, given the emotional heat raising the temperature in the room.

After a moment, my husband nods and then he’s suddenly there in front of us, grabbing me back out of Darcy’s now loosened embrace and leaning in for a kiss of his own.

Whoa! Where did that come from, husband?

Tam’s kiss is fierce, almost punishing, and the most passionate one he’s delivered in at least the past three or four years. It is so different to Darcy’s gentle quest. Tam’s lips, his tongue, his whole mouth devours mine, until my brain switches off and all I can do is feel, and lust, and need.

I need this. I need him. I need them both.

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Jen Katemi (aka Jennifer Lynne) writes short contemporary romance, sometimes sensual, often erotic, and occasionally with paranormal elements. When she’s not writing, Jen is working in the admin day job, looking after the family, pampering various cats, and trying to find a smidgen of time for her husband. She lives in Melbourne, Australia.

Jen is published as Jennifer Lynne with Red Sage and formerly with Breathless Press. More recently she embarked on an indie journey with the publication of her popular GODS OF LOVE romance series featuring erotic Greek gods and modern-day mortals in need of sexual healing.

CROSSING THE LINE is her debut title with Evernight Publishing, and her debut title as Jen Katemi. A match made in heaven!

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Fresh Friday Reads

How about something new from me? Fun!

Each Friday I am going to post something I’m going to call my Fresh Friday Read – this is going to be a snippet from a WIP (work in progress) and you my delightful and amazing readers will be the judge on if you want me to continue or not!!

You can leave a message here on my blog, or message me on Facebook. I’m easy either way.

So, today I am leaving you with something that I’ve never done before – FIRST PERSON! That’s right my darling’s I’m writing a new book and it’s in first person. (I’m terrified!)

So, my sweet ones without further adieu let me introduce you to Dimitri. I love to listen to this man tell me his story. I hear him in my mind with a heavy Russian accent and its interesting to say the least.

Enjoy! (And feel free to share this blog post if you want to!)

©2017 by April Zyon

*** WARNING – GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND CURSING AHEAD ***

Chapter 1

* Dimitri*

I watched the news with dispassionate care. The politicians on the television strutting about like puppets on a string doing one thing while actually pulling off another. They were con men, they were worse than the loan sharks who would loan to the poor schmucks that couldn’t pay them back. At least with those bastards you knew you would get your kneecaps broken or killed when you didn’t pay. They didn’t hide behind the shiny smiles and false promises like politicians did.

“The fuckers do have their uses.” I mused aloud in the room and stood. I had more than one of the assholes in my pocket, but I wasn’t the only Boss who had those unlucky so called civil servants in their hands, but I was the one with the most because I owned the club that most of the sick fuckers liked to come to. No, today I simply wanted to see what the good Mayor had to say. I had told him exactly what he needed to say about the continued car jacking. It wasn’t something that I was involved in personally, however, being how it was one of the assholes that thought they could come into my territory and set up shop I was putting out a very clear message.

I looked over at the video monitoring system at the men held and currently being worked over by my enforcers and smiled. I was putting out a loud and clear message to their bosses at least that I had this town wrapped up in a tiny little bow and for them to come onto my turf and try to take over without even giving me the courtesy of knocking on my door and asking was like a giant fuck you, which was unacceptable to me.

Standing I turned off the television once the good deviant that we called Mayor put the message out that I wanted to be put out and smiled. “Now time for me to go to work and figure out just who the hell these little bastards work for and where they came from.” I had an idea, I just needed the confirmation from them. I knew that Patrick O’Casey was trying to muscle in on my side of the river again and that was a bloody battle last time we fought and one I was looking forward to again. The little punk took the reins of the Irish house in the city and thought that he could fill his daddy’s shoes right away and I was just the right demented fucker to put him into place.

Cracking my knuckles, I walked down the steps of my home and into the basement where his men were being kept by mine. “Ivan, Dafid, I do believe that I would like to have a turn with our friend here.” I watched two of my closest friends and most trusted Enforcers give me a respected nod as they backed away from the men that hung from their wrists with rope from the ceiling.

I looked at the two men who swung back and forth. My men hadn’t been gentle and that was appreciated, however, they had left the men conscious which was exactly what I wanted. I removed my crisp white shirt and knew what the men saw. I wasn’t a vain man, but I was very aware of how I looked, I worked hard to keep up the body that served me so well and I was damn proud of it. They would see not only the six pack abs that I worked daily on, but the numerous tattoos that littered my body. I knew they would also see the ones that would have them shitting themselves if they knew anything about Russian prisons and how they worked. I had spent time in the gulag and had lived to build a stronger and better life but not before I was scarred and marked by the inmates inside of those walls of hell. American prisons were like staying at a Holiday Inn, more than one of my men had said when they had to actually spend time in jail for a crime. No, Russian prisons were their own nasty and terrible beasts and I came out their fucking king.

“Now, you will tell me who gave the order for you to step onto my turf to steal a specific list of cars from a specific list of people?” I asked in a very calm voice, at least I thought that it was a very calm voice considering how volcanically pissed off I felt inside.

They had been ordered to steal from me and those I protected, that was unacceptable to me and I refused to let this slide.

“Fuck you.” One of the cocky little bastards said while I was musing about how they had been ordered to steal from me and mine. Oh, he was going to pay for his words, and pay dearly.

“Do you know who I am?” I asked because it was possibly these idiots simply didn’t know that they were in the den of the devil himself.

“Yeah,” the one who had the motormouth continued. “Doesn’t make a fucking difference to me. Would do it a-fucking-god-damn-gen you fucking self-righteous prick. Not like you and yours don’t come onto our side of the river.” The idiot spat at me and onto my shoes. Shoes that I liked. I swung at his partner, not him.

Smiling I looked at the cocky one again. “I am Dimitri Dudikov and I am the Head of the Russian mafia here in Arlington, and the east coast. Anything that happens comes through me first so I would say that you are a liar and every lie you speak, your friend will pay.” The shocked look was priceless and one that I had become accustomed to. Yes, this little fuck didn’t know who they had come into the home of. They had thought it was a Lower Boss, not Me.

“Why him? I’m the one who insulted you.”

“Because I’ve found the one who talks the loudest is the one who is the cockiest and seems to think he knows it all where the one who is silent typically does know it all.” I looked at the silent one and nodded. “Ah yes, understanding is there. He knew very well just whose turf and home he was coming into, didn’t you?”

At the silence the man swinging beside him twisted, “Jesus Toby, tell me you didn’t bring me into the Devil’s background.” Continued silence. I wasn’t really surprised. He would be the hardest one to break. I looked at three of the lower level Enforcers and nodded.

“Take our talkative friend here back home.” I could practically feel the relief flowing from him, stupid idiot, didn’t he realize I was not a nice man? “I will let you all decide how many pieces to deliver him in. I would save the head for his Boss however, that’s just me. Have fun boys.” I knew my men would see to it, I trusted them just as they trusted me. I would die and kill for them and it was no different for them.

I turned my attention to the silent one. “Ivan, will you bring me my tools, please?” I was going to get to have some fun after all. Maybe later I would even hire a few whores for everyone because I knew it would only be a matter of hours before I broke this man, they all broke under my hand. I was The Devil and it was my time to play.

Fake News! #FabulousFriday @AuthorMoira

I love this post so much! Thank you, Moira!

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Happy Friday one and all, hope you had a great week, and also have a fabulous weekend. Let’s get down to business…

** WARNING **

The following is for Adult audiences only, as it may offend the weak willed and those with guilty consciences. It is my personal opinion, and only an opinion. It will contain profanity, several cliche’s, and likely sting those where it strikes too close to home. Enjoy.

First off, the title. I’m not talking about Fox News, Breitbart or whatever the hell it is that comes from the White House briefings. We’re authors after all, and all that crap is really nothing more than inspiration, and fodder for our next villain(s). It’s also a lot of shitty white noise that is unfortunately on nearly every station you tune into, even here in Canada. Personally I institute the mandatory eye roll, and go about my day.

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A FLOGGING FANTASY The Spanking Experiments 3 by Ravenna Tate

A FLOGGING FANTASY
The Spanking Experiments 3
 

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BLURB

Despite her strict upbringing and meddling family, Glynis Coleman has entertained fantasies of being flogged all her adult life. But until she decided to answer an ad on a BDSM site, seeking participants for a survey on impact play, she had given up hope of fulfilling those fantasies in real life. And guilt over them led her to teach history in a Catholic high school, thus decreasing her chances of meeting anyone interested in indulging her secret desires.

Asa Baker, the Dom at Sensations who introduces her to impact play during one erotic night at the club, is everything she’s ever dreamed of. Handsome, charming, and he loves to use a flogger. Asa has been searching for the woman of his dreams, and it doesn’t take him long to realize he’s found that woman in Glynis. Now all he has to do is convince her of the same thing.

EXCERPT

I’m shivering although the room is not cold, and once again I’m seized with a desperate urge to cover up. His jaw goes slack, and his gaze roams over my naked body. Either he’s a fabulous actor, or that unbridled lust is real. It can’t be, can it? This beautiful man, who would have to do no more than crook his finger at a woman to have her, is gaping at me?

“Damn. I had no idea you would be this sexy in person.” He crosses the space between us in two strides. “You agreed to sexual touching if it came to that, correct?” The question is almost desperate, and I have to force back a moan.

“Yes.”

“I use condoms. And I have no diseases.”

“I have none either.” I’ve barely had sex. Should I tell him that? This surreal moment is more than I’m able to handle. My pulse is racing.

He’s still staring at me, glancing up and down my body. Now, he walks around me, and this is more than I’m equipped to deal with. My legs are trembling. They won’t stop, no matter how much I will them to.

“You are stunning, Glynis. Absolutely beautiful.”

I stay silent because the simple truth is that I don’t believe him. But despite that, when he pushes up against my backside and wraps his arms around me, I cry out softly at the intense arousal coursing through me.

“I’m going to flog you with each of these floggers you chose. Your lovely, round ass will be pink, then red and puffy. By morning, it will be bruised and purple. You will have trouble walking.”

Those words wash over me, sending chills up and down my spine until I’m arching my back so my ass rubs against the bulge in his leather pants. I imagine him holding me down and fucking me senseless, after he flogs me until I can hardly breathe. My pussy contracts in tiny spasms, and my clit throbs.

“What do you think about that?” His voice is deep and sultry in my ear, and his breath hot against my skin.

“I think it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Good girl.” That silky phrase sends more shivers down my spine, as if hearing it confirms everything I’ve ever wanted in life. I want to hear those words again, over and over.

“And, if you’re a very good girl…” He cups my breasts, and I moan loudly as fireworks explode inside my head. “I might fuck you, too.”

“Please,” I whisper, unable to stop the word before it leaves my mouth.

His soft chuckle plays over my senses, rendering me helpless in his arms. This is what I’ve waited for, right here and now. It finally has a name, a tangible image, and a scent. I’ve been searching so long I didn’t believe I’d find it, but I was wrong. It exists. It’s real. He is real.

“Let’s see how the flogging goes first.” When he steps away, the sense of loss is overwhelming. The room is suddenly cooler. This time, I do wrap my arms around my body but only because I miss the warmth of his touch. My own arms are a poor substitute.

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Fatal Truths, Heroes of Olympus, 2

Heroes of Olympus, 2

Kasper St John was rock solid in her life. She grew up in a loving home, and her wonderful adoptive parents raised her to be a strong woman. She also knew any truth from the touch of another person’s skin. 

Kasper’s world turned upside down after the deaths of her parents, even more so when she learned a man who worked for her father’s company was the reason for their deaths. 

James Ashton and Victor Dudayev served with each other for a number of years, and their training as Scions on Mount Olympus took their friendship to a higher level. They had always been close but something clicked when they were on Olympus and they knew one day they would share a woman, a woman that would be their forever. 

When they meet Kasper they know she’s that woman. They’ll do whatever it takes to make sure she’s safe from those that want her dead, if she doesn’t beat them to it. With help from the other Heroes of Olympus, and perhaps a little nudge of help from the Gods, they might just get their happily ever after.

Be Warned: menage sex (MFM), BDSM, anal sex, double penetration, spanking, sex toys

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Ares made his way toward his men, the Scions and protectors of the Descendants. These men were all specially trained military men before he’d gotten his hands on them. Now, after having trained in the halls of Olympus, they were the Heroes of Olympus. Deadly, powerful men whose very DNA had been changed by spending time in the Heavens.

Ares needed to explain their next case, a case that they were already aware of, since they had just attended the funeral of the woman’s adoptive parents’ weeks earlier. Ares took a deep breath before he addressed the men. “I need to talk to you about the funeral you all attended more than two weeks ago.”

Camilla spoke. “You mean the one where the daughter was smiling when she was getting into her limo? From what I hear from the boys, that man was a hero, and his wife was as close to a freaking saint as possible, so why was the daughter smiling? Did she kill them? Are you sending the guys to take her in?”

Ares could see that they all believed Camilla. Not good. That wasn’t at all what he had been thinking they would ask. He never would have thought that anyone would believe that Kasper St. John was a bad person or a person who would want her parents dead. Then again, no one really knew her the way that Artemis and Ares did.

“No,” he said with a sigh. “I’m sending you in to protect her. There have been several attempts on her life. She’s Apollo’s descendant. Kasper is actually a very good person, but I know you, Cam, and I know that you’ll have to see that for yourself.”

Camilla snorted. “Of course. He’s a womanizer and an ass, so of course she would be his.”

Ares laughed. “That’s my girl,” he said with a wink. “But he’s not like the myths state. One day, you’ll meet him and understand. Oh, and just so you know, Artemis will be around more often. She has been the one watching over Kasper, and she’s rather attached to her, so don’t be surprised if she drops in from time to time.”

“Great.” Camilla rolled her eyes. “I love you, Uncle A, but seriously?” She grumbled. “Okay. Fine. Whatever. So are you going to give us all the details on this girl?” Clearly, Camilla didn’t like Kasper, but she would soon learn what a gentle soul the girl was.

He looked to the men. “Do any of you have questions?” He wondered which of these men were Kasper’s—he knew it wasn’t either Mikhail or Gareth, which reminded him he needed to speak to Mikhail alone. Mikhail needed to know he was going in to save his half-sister.

“We’re going to need to have full specifications on her house, office, those around her, both relations and otherwise,” Gareth said. “Every single detail about her life from the moment she was born.” Gareth frowned at Ares and then his gaze cut to Mikhail, back to Ares, and narrowed more. The man didn’t ask the question on his mind, though.

“Every part of her life will be on your desks in the war room. Blueprints to her home, as well as all security codes, are in there as well.” Ares looked to Mikhail. “She isn’t what you’re all thinking. She’s not the smiling heiress who’s happy her parents are gone. You’ll be surprised at what she was actually smiling at.” Ares paused before saying, “Kasper smiled because she saw the love Camilla has for Mikhail and Gareth and was in awe of that love. It gave her hope for humanity.” He saw the looks of surprise on the faces of everyone present and nodded. “Exactly. Now, what other questions do you have?”

“Until we go through the intel, none,” Gareth spoke again. “Guys, let’s get working on what Ares has given us. We need to be ahead of the curve on this one, and quickly.” He moved toward Mikhail and lifted a brow. Mik gave a small nod without taking his eyes off Ares.

When the others were gone, Mikhail addressed Ares. “What the fuck didn’t you say in front of the others?”

“We should go for drinks. Where would you like to go?” Ares asked, watching the tick in Mikhail’s jaw. “We at least need to have a seat, because what I have to say is going to knock you on your ass. Trust me on that.”

“There’s a pub three klicks from here. It’ll do,” Mik said with a definite growl to his voice. Ares knew the man hated being put off. Saw evasiveness to be a weakness. Ares was waiting because he didn’t think Mik would want anyone to overhear their conversation. At least not before the man could process it himself.

“Then hold onto your shit.” Ares lay a hand on the man’s shoulder. Soon, they appeared in the pub without anyone being the wiser. Taking a seat at a table in the rear of the bar, Ares said, “Order a drink, and when the waitress is gone, I will tell you.” Ares leaned back, raising his hand to get the waitress’ attention. “Trust me, you will want it. Hell, I want one, too.”

Mikhail ordered a double Scotch neat—top shelf, of course. He looked at Ares as if daring him to deny Mik the pricy beverage. One hand rested on the table. Other than his eyes, Mik sat perfectly still. The man reminded Ares of a predator waiting to attack.

#SixSentenceSunday with Lost Faith

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“Scout said the girl made a call, to a friend, he’s guessing. Another female picked her up. Yeah, see them. We’re on their tail now. Fucking can’t believe we’re tailing someone out of this damn forest,” he grumbled.

“Where are they going?” Tobias demanded.

About Lost Faith:

Gabriella Moreno was just a job, in and out to gain the objective, the death of her father. She turned out to be far more than that to Tobias Casey, however, from the moment he laid his hands on her too hot for words body.

Gabriella had just come home from a two-year stint abroad. The first night home she snuck out, never dreaming for even a moment anyone would be stupid enough to take her. Boy, was she wrong.

Faced with brutal truths, Gabbie followed her gut, and her heart, which, it seemed, all led to one place, Tobias. The heat of her homeland was nothing compared to the touch of this man. In his arms, she found something she had craved all her life, the other half of her soul.

Yet, how can she ignore the fact that the man who owns her heart is also the man who wants to take the last of her family?

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Lost Faith by April Zyon

LostFaithBannerAbout Lost Faith: 

Gabriella Moreno was just a job, in and out to gain the objective, the death of her father. She turned out to be far more than that to Tobias Casey, however, from the moment he laid his hands on her too hot for words body.

Gabriella had just come home from a two-year stint abroad. The first night home she snuck out, never dreaming for even a moment anyone would be stupid enough to take her. Boy, was she wrong.

Faced with brutal truths, Gabbie followed her gut, and her heart, which, it seemed, all led to one place, Tobias. The heat of her homeland was nothing compared to the touch of this man. In his arms, she found something she had craved all her life, the other half of her soul.

Yet, how can she ignore the fact that the man who owns her heart is also the man who wants to take the last of her family?

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Teaser

Another day, another dollar. Only these days, Tobias and his team were getting paid a hell of a lot more than they had been in the military. Now they could set their own fees for doing the jobs that no one else wanted to do, or maybe couldn’t do, since they did on rare occasion work for their government’s shadier sectors. But there was no oversight, no backseat driving, and they paid big to get shit done.

Their current operation was one they’d been working on for nearly three weeks now with no success. The first week had been recon, getting oriented, and making sure they had their exits memorized for when they achieved their strike.

The only thing was, as they’d discovered during week two, the target they were after didn’t ever leave his super secure compound. Not that Tobias could blame the guy. Their target was a dictator, an arms dealer, a drug dealer, and a mass murderer. There were people worldwide hoping that Tobias’ team finally managed to do what no one else had to date.

Now it was week three and they were still watching the compound to figure out their way in. Or as Tobias was beginning to believe would be easier, how to get the asshole to come out. They’d tried forty different ways to infiltrate the compound. None had worked. Which actually made sense, given the target, Juan Moreno, or Senor X as they referred to him over com, had hired himself an ex-Special Forces soldier to be the head of his security. Tran Quan was American born but had ties to the Yakuza. Extra weight to be brought to bear should it be requested.

Taking a small drink from his canteen, Tobias ignored the sweat trickling down his spine. His attention was locked on a small group of vehicles approaching the compound. Binoculars up, he brought the lead car into focus and easily recognized one of Moreno’s drivers.  His attention moving to the second car, he was surprised to see Quan in the front passenger seat. The man was normally glued to Moreno’s side so to see him out without Moreno… this was big.

“Ripper, we have four cars approaching the compound. I need to know who exits the second car once they stop inside. Get pictures.”

“Roger that, Rogue.”

Ripper and Cherry were up on the mountain using some seriously high-powered tools to stare down into the compound. Their position was treacherous since they were, literally, dangling off the face of that mountain. One wrong move and they’d be headed straight down toward death.

“They’re turning toward the gate now. Not stopping either, they’ve been waved right through,” Tobias reported. The gates slid shut but not before he spotted a slender leg wearing a dainty shoe at the end slipping out of the door being opened by a guard. Instantly, he felt his gut clench in need to see the body went with that limb.

A soft whistle came through the com. “Damn, she’s fucking hot. Think she’s banging senor X?” Herc asked.

“Too young for him, you oaf,” Cherry said.

“Like that would stop the old fucker. We all know he doesn’t care about age. One of the reasons why we’re here to see him shot,” Herc told her. “Personally, it’s my only reason to see his head explode under the impact of my bullet.”

“Cut the chatter. Tell me you have photos for everyone that came in those vehicles.”

“Confirmed,” Ripper said.

“Good, get your asses down from there. Scout will be here to relieve me soon, then we need to get back and review everything.” Tobias was hopeful that somewhere in those photos he might find a way to pull Moreno away from his security blanket.

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“It’s his daughter, Gabriella Moreno.” Rainer said. His words had everyone’s attention. Tobias couldn’t figure out who was more shocked. Turning in his seat Rainer shook his head. “I had to dig, and dig deep. The old man has her buried.”

“Makes sense,” Winston muttered. “She’s his Achilles.”

He was right. “We need to keep eyes on her. If we get the opportunity, she’ll be the one we grab. I have a feeling that even with all his enemies gunning for him, he’ll do anything to protect her.” All they had to do was get their hands on her and use her to bait Senor X.

Picking up the picture Rainer had printed out Tobias stared at it. It wasn’t a shot from the compound but one he’d pulled from social media. Gabriella had her head tipped back, laughing at something or someone. She looked carefree and totally at ease. Young, too.

The young woman was just over five foot three inches but those come fuck me heels made her closer to five feet seven, she was thin but not waiflike like so many of the women today. Her hair however, was a riot of auburn red curls that seemed to have a mind of their own, and she didn’t bother trying to tame them. Which said something about the woman herself. She might not have the largest breasts that he had seen in his life but hers seemed to work her body perfectly, like a perfect handful, that distracted him completely.

“We need everything on her from birth until the moment she went through those gates, Rainer. Leave no stone unturned. I think we’ve just found our hot button for daddy Moreno. We grab her and he’ll deliver himself right to us.”

“You sure you want to do that, boss?” Cherilyn asked. At his sharp look, she held up her hands. “I’m down with it, but even if she does leave the compound, you know she’ll have a taskforce worth of guards with her. No way is Moreno letting her out in this country without protection up the ass.”

“And we’ll be ready for that. Our best shot will be if she goes into the city. It’ll allow us to blend in and when the time’s right, grab her up.” At Cherilyn’s snort, Tobias turned a glare on her. “What?”

“Dude, no offense or nothing, but you do not blend.”

Rainer was shaking his head. “I have to agree with her, boss. You tend to stick out.”

“I can blend just fine, I’ll have you know.”

“You keep thinking that. In the meantime, I think I’ll update the other boys and we can add their hilarity to the vote count against you.” Cherilyn patted his chest, walked past, and promptly burst out in laughter.

“I can and will fire your ass,” Tobias called after her.

“No, you won’t,” she bellowed back.

No, he wouldn’t, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t think about it, in great detail.

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