Shivers (Wyrd Book 1) By Fanny Bae

SHIVERS (WYRD BOOK 1) BY FANNY BAE

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It’s summer 1995 and 20-year-old Xavier is waiting for something—anything—to
happen. The only son in a line of matriarchal witches who’ve been lying low in
the swampy suburban South for decades, he is bisexual, angry, and a mess of
untaught magic and hormonal energy.
When Xavier is finally able to learn a different kind of witchcraft from the one that
his sisters and aunt never bothered to teach him, his nascent skills draw the
attention of FBI Agent Malcolm Henries, a man as lonely, maligned, and
underestimated as Xavier himself. The two men test the boundaries of pride,
power, and passion, uncovering a secret that could force Xavier to choose
between the family he’s always longed for and the love he never knew he
deserved.
PUBLICATION INFORMATION:
Evernight Publishing, release date 2.7.17
237 pages
CONTACT INFO:
fannybaefiction@gmail.com

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After two decades of journalism and creative nonfiction, Fanny Bae finally turned
her attention to the stories that had long lived in her head. She now lives in
California and writes smart, smutty fiction; sometimes there are witches in it. Her
dirty work has been published twice (so far) in the pages of Bust magazine.

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I pull in near the park where the local police say the incident occurred. The
exact location of the energy spike is still being calculated, but the general area is
the same. The sun is starting to set somewhere just out of my range of vision,
with that peculiar yellow tinge I’ve seen in the southern dusk before. The
contents of the lot hardly deserve the name “playground”: one rusty set of
monkey bars that sag like they’re tired; a slide; a swing set with two rain-filled
swings; and a series of large, concrete cylinders, once done up in primary colors
but now faded to squalid pastels, some open to the ground like barrels, others on
their sides to form connecting tunnels. I crouch outside the entrance to the
cylinders to examine the landscape of childhood festering with the scabs of
teenage excess: empty matchbooks, lipstick-smeared cigarette butts, dirty dimes,
balled-up gum foil, torn condom packets, empty rolling paper packages, and a
gold-colored ring from a gumball machine, set with a red plastic “stone.”
I feel something land on my shoulder. A butterfly … a Monarch.
Then another, and another.
It’s too late in the day for Monarchs.
But the dusk has gone auburn, and I get the discombobulating sensation
of being dropped into a sepia-toned photograph. A whoosh of air makes me look
up, and from a hole in the lowest cloud cover, directly overhead, a mass of
fluttering orange and black descends in swirling ribbons, funneling toward me in
the form of a small tornado.
“This is far too poetic a way to die.” I speak the words from Barbarella
aloud as a butterfly collides softly with my throat.
“You’re not going to die, Agent Henries.” The voice rumbles from
nowhere—faraway thunder somehow very, very close—just as the butterflies fall
upon me, all soft wings and damp antennae and fluttering speed. I can’t see a
thing save the chaos of black and orange oscillating flame enveloping me. I
crouch down, head for duck-and-cover, but the butterflies have moved up my
legs, between my legs.
The insects are working together.
Their antennae mock tongues on my calves. They rake through my hair,
wings tickling the back of my neck. A section of the wingstorm moves against my
chest, pressing against me with a power I wouldn’t have thought possible, and I
drop onto the ground. I can even feel them in my mouth, and…
it is …
not …
bad.
I fall onto my back, twisting into an arch. I hear a long, low noise. It is
coming from me.
And then it all stops.
I am lying in the sand of a dirty playground in the twilight, surrounded by
bits of trash.
No butterflies anywhere.
Shirt untucked, top two buttons gone. Glasses crooked. Pants stained at
the crotch.
And an echo of satisfied laughter hanging in the air like a bell.

UNDENIABLE Tortured Love 4 by Ravenna Tate


UNDENIABLE
Tortured Love 4
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Rosanna Selim can’t recall almost two years of her life, but it hasn’t stopped her from loving her job as a paralegal with one of the top defense firms in Cleveland, Ohio. It also hasn’t affected her relationship with sexy, charming homicide detective, Houston Cassidy. Until he tells her about a twelve-year old case. As images invade both her waking and dreaming states, she’s certain that uncovering the truth means losing Houston.

Houston has been unlucky in love because of dedication to his job, so he’s determined not to screw things up with Rosanna. She’s sexy, beautiful, and the most easy going woman he’s ever met. He adores her. But when she tells him about the images, and as she works with a therapist to recover her memories, Houston has to come to terms with the possibility that she’s the killer in a case he’s been trying to solve for twelve years.

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“I love it when you do that.”

“Are you sure?” He raised his brows. “I can wait a long time.”

“Oh yeah?” She shoved her hand between them and caressed his erect penis. “Doesn’t feel that way to me.”

The laugh she loved so much filled the space around them. “Appearances are deceiving.” Shivers ran up and down her spine as he kneaded her breasts. Even with her clothes still on, the effect was intoxicating. She massaged his shaft, aching for that dick to be inside her.

“You’re going to wait for it, babe.”

“Even with me doing this?”

One finger traced between her breasts, over her abdomen, and landed on her clit, where he rubbed hard. The movement forced her hand off his cock. “Now you can’t reach me.”

“Tease.”

“I never tease.” He massaged her swollen bud through the jeans, but she definitely felt it.

“So what do you call this?”

“Payback.”

“For what?”

“For being too damn sexy for your own good.”

“Weak, Houston. Very weak.”

“Oh yeah? Who’s the one squirming and begging right now?”

When he clamped his mouth on her groin through the denim, Rosanna cried out in pleasure. He was right. He’d nailed her. How the man had so much self-control was a mystery to her, but she loved it. She loved the teasing and she loved the way he made her so crazy with desire she wasn’t above begging him to fuck her.

“I’ll bet your hot pussy is soaking wet right now.”

“Why don’t you take off my jeans and find out?”

“Oh, I’ll take them off, but I’m not fucking you just yet. There’s something I keep promising you but haven’t delivered.”

“And what might that be?”

A wicked, sly grin had her wondering if she should have asked. Houston yanked off her jeans, taking her panties with them. He removed her socks and shoes, but instead of returning to what he’d been doing with that magic mouth a second ago, he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her over one knee.

“Houston…” She was so surprised, she had no idea what to say.

“I’ve been threatening to spank you for weeks.” She gasped as he swatted each cheek, hard. He pinned her thighs with his right leg and held her across the lower back with his left hand. She couldn’t move, and the effect was so deliciously dominant that she nearly came.

“Tell me you’ve been a bad girl.” One more stinging smack on each cheek forced another gasp from her. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I’ve been a bad girl.” Her voice came out all breathy and low, but honestly, how could she help that? This was so over the top intoxicating that her clit began to throb.

“Yes, you have.”

“Oh my God!” He delivered five more blows to each cheek, alternating, and now they burned like fucking crazy. Each swat built on the next one, until she couldn’t distinguish the pleasure from the pain. The combined into one sweet, torturous sensation that sent shivers down her spine, and tiny contractions to her soaking wet pussy.

“Had enough yet, bad girl?”

“I don’t even know how to answer that.”

Houston rubbed the wounds he’d made, which forced loud moans from her as the intensity of the burn increased. “Not quite yet. You can take a bit more.”

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COVER REVEAL for OWNED BY THE ALPHA ANTHOLOGIES

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The Alpha lives for the hunt…

Driven by instinct, an Alpha shifter recognizes his fated mate from one scent, one touch. He’ll pursue his mate, regardless of the cost, and anyone else would be smart to get out of his way. He won’t stop until he takes possession of his prize.

Although the hunter doesn’t need convincing, his mate certainly does. The Alpha will have to prove himself as a lover and convince his woman that he plays for keeps.

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OWNED BY THE ALPHA

Scent of Destiny by Rose Wulf

Taken Mate by Sam Crescent

Finders Keepers by Stacey Espino

The Hunt by Doris O’Connor

Alpha at Altitude by Lily Harlem

Fated to the Razorback Demon by Maia Dylan

Running Home by Michelle Graham

Alpha’s Sunshine by Elyzabeth M. VaLey

Checkmate by Wren Michaels

Frozen Heart by Beth D. Carter

Wolf Hunter by Elena Kincaid

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OWNED BY THE ALPHA: MANLOVE EDITION

A Tiger’s Luck by Maia Dylan

Last Alpha Standing by James Cox

Mooncrest by Jules Dixon

His Guardian Panther by Elena Kincaid

The Scarf by L.J. Longo

A Matter of Trust by Pelaam

Conflict of Interest by L.D. Blakeley

His Killing Princess by April Zyon

She was confident that her love had forsaken her.

He was certain that she was only ready to milk him for his money.

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His Killing Princess

Family First, book 2

by April Zyon

Published by Evernight Publishing

Cover by Jay Aheer

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Antonio Bruno always knew that secrets and death were a part of the life he chose, so he never intended to fall in love with Emily Reynolds, a woman who embodies innocence. He attempts to shield her from his life as second in command of the Italian Mob, but sometimes the best-laid plans can come apart at the seams.

Emily is no stranger to secrets herself.  One thing she’s always been truthful about is how much she loves Tony. When a home invasion steals her from his life, one twisted lie turns into another, pitting these two lovers against one another.

Despite the odds, there’s a chance Tony and Emily can fight to save their relationship. That’s if they aren’t killed in the process of finding the traitor in the midst of the Italian Mafia. Can these star-crossed lovers weed through all of the deception? And how far are they willing to go to be together?

Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, spanking

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Emily and Antonio met by pure chance. She had been thinking of their meeting just as much as she had been thinking of their past, mostly because she was thinking of a future with him. She was thinking of a future with him because of another huge secret she was holding from him.

She sighed and closed her eyes. God, she had so much to tell him. She just prayed the man would understand. Then again, he was a killer as well, with a code as strong as her own. She lay in their bed and waited for him. As soon as he entered the room, all thoughts of telling him anything flew out the door and instead she knew he needed to simply forget. They had been together for five months, in that time they hadn’t used protection from the first moment they got together which brought her to the thoughts she was having about their futures now.

That was the thing about them sharing professions. She could read his body language better than he likely knew she could. Emily rose to her feet and walked to Tony. As she moved toward him, she stripped out of her negligée and stood before him in all her naked glory. She knew what he saw. Emily wasn’t shy about her body any longer. She now embraced her womanly attributes, and that was all thanks to Antonio.

She had scars, ones that couldn’t be hidden but had been explained away easily enough with the smallest of lies, ones she had hated to tell him and couldn’t wait to tell him the truth on. As he had told her before, her breasts were the size of ripe grapefruits, her skin a pale milk color, and her hair as red as fire. Or so he liked to tell her.

She moved to Tony silently and began to strip him of his clothes, loving the way her pale skin looked against his very dark skin. Sliding Tony’s shirt from his body, she scraped her nails over his beautifully toned six pack abs and looked up into his troubled eyes. “Hard day?” she asked while working on his pants.

She felt emboldened by this man. It was hard to imagine that before him she had been a virgin. She had killed a hundred horrible men but never had taken a lover. Tony had been intense, wonderful, and she had known from the moment she met him that he was the one for her.

“You have no idea, sweetheart.” Tony took her hand in his and shook his head. “You know that is not how I play.” He growled lightly at her and then leaned down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and suckling hard. “I do love being greeted at the door by you naked, however. From here out I think you should greet me like this when I come home, but only when I text you and tell you I’m coming home alone. I would hate to kill a friend who saw my woman naked.”

She shivered. Had any other man demanded anything of her like that she would kill them and leave their bodies for the cops to find. Period. She wasn’t one to be commanded, but with Tony, it turned her on. She seemed to need it. “Yes, Sir.” She bowed her head in supplication. She knew she would do anything he asked her to do. She would because she knew he would always ensure she had pleasure, no matter what. Tony would do anything for Emily just as she would for him.

“Are you hungry?”

“Only for you, Emmy girl, only for you,” Tony said only a second before he picked her up and carried her to their bedroom.

Emily held back her laughter when he tossed her on the bed, because she saw the look of sheer bleak need on his face. She reached back, grabbed the headboard, and watched him strip. He all but radiated the need to control, the need to dominate in a way that eclipsed anything they had ever shared before, and it almost scared her, almost.

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Best selling author April Zyon is a wife and mother with a full time job. She is a hopeless romantic and a reality TV junkie.

April always has some sort of story going on in her mind, constantly scribbling notes in a memo pad she carries everywhere with her. April spends every possible moment that she has available to write, doing just that, writing. She writes everything from modern day cowboys to futuristic aliens.

One thing that is always constant with April’s works, the men are Alpha, the women are soft and loving and there is always a HEA with lots of twists and turns. I love creating worlds for these men and women to live and love in and adore hearing from my readers as well.

April has been blessed to work with some amazing publishers, and has been publishing for five years in November of 2016.

(ps – did you know April Zyon started as Honor James?)

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His Mafia Princess Blurb: 

Gregorio Bosco worked his way up the ranks of The Family. He never had trouble killing, selling, or anything he was tasked to do. He’d been trained to take over for Giovanni when he stepped down, but that all changed when Alessandra was taken. She was the only good in his life, and he’d do anything in order to protect her—no matter the cost to anyone around him.

Alessandra Morello was born into a life that she didn’t understand. She thought she was the daughter of a wealthy industrialist, however she learned it was far from the truth. She’s pulled into the center of a war with Gregorio as her only constant. Her attraction for the older man has only grown over the years, but can there be a future for them in their twisted world?

You can buy it here: 

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Canadian Muscle Series Spotlight

Canadian Muscle …
When Desires Need Protecting.

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The Canadian Muscle series is set in Vancouver, Canada, and revolves around military men, FBI, the Vixen Dance Club and men who will do anything to protect those they love.

The series begins with Guarding Midnight, Gavin Bennett and Shree Walker. Their chemistry is immediate and palpable. Shree is new to town, and Gavin returns after being gone a long time, and while his sole purpose is to protect his best friend’s sister, there’s no denying that Gavin’s distracted by the new dancer in town. Gavin’s protection for the town against a ruthless villain is a blessing for everyone and changes his life. Danger, kidnapping, bullets flying, it all makes for an explosive adventure and a happily ever after.

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In Book 2: Guarding His Anchor, Frank Shaw returns to town (who we met in book 1) and throws Charlotte Weber’s life into a tailspin. Since they wrapped up the case in Guarding Midnight, Frank has been in and out of Charlie’s life like a revolving door. Just when she’s ready to forget about Frank, he reappears and is hot on the trail of a criminal who’s wanted for murder, drug and human trafficking, and more. Unfortunately, their explosive relationship is ten times harder because the criminal he’s after, is Charlotte’s own brother. A tale of suspense, danger and conflict, Guarding His Anchor was taxing to write, but I completely loved everything about it.

There’s nothing like returning to familiar faces and the hearts that I’ve already connected with. The Canadian Muscle Series has been one of my absolute favourites to write and the characters are wrapped around my heart like fleece blankets.

At the end of Guarding His Anchor, things are set in motion for book 3 and I can’t wait to dig in and start writing that story this summer.

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I hope you enjoy the Muscle as much as I did writing it!

 

Kacey

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Guarding Midnight

Series: Canadian Muscle 1
Contemporary/Suspense/Erotic Romance
ISBN: 978-1-77233-292-6
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

No one knows sacrifice better than former Army Sergeant Gavin Bennett. He’s witnessed firsthand the emotional, physical and mental toll of being caught in the crossfire. Being a bouncer-slash-bodyguard may not be Gavin’s dream job, but he’s willing to do just about anything to help out family. When Gavin reports for his first day of work, he quickly discovers a woman who threatens to crack his legendary cool.

Shree Walker is on the run from a dark past she tried to shut away. Battered and broken, a happily ever after doesn’t exist for her. Ready to start fresh with a new life in a new city, she is happy dancing at the Vixen Club. She’d be even happier without the presence of the prickly new bouncer who won’t let anyone or anything get past his carefully guarded defenses. He’s a distraction she doesn’t need. And a temptation she can’t resist.

When Shree is kidnapped by the criminal mastermind hell-bent on taking the club at any cost, Gavin has to make a decision. Hold tight and continue to keep Shree at arm’s length. Or break down his walls and take a chance on something more powerful than them both: Love.

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Guarding Midnight is also available in Print. Links HERE

 

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Guarding His Anchor
Series: Canadian Muscle 2
Contemporary/Suspense/Erotic Romance
ISBN: 978-1-77339-185-4
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer


Charlotte Weber is no stranger to heartbreak. FBI agent Frank Shaw has swept in and out of her life as though she’s a revolving door, stomping on her heart in the process. Now that she’s finally had enough, he’s back again and seems determined to spin her life out of control.

Frank knows Charlie is the anchor for his lost soul, even though he can’t risk settling down. The demons of his past are too great, and he won’t run the risk of hurting her. This time, his only objective should be locating Charlie’s brother, Sean. But Charlie’s a complication, and not just because she refuses to believe Sean is guilty.

As Frank and Charlie fight for what they believe in, they also try to resist their powerful connection. The future is unclear, but when danger surrounds them, they are each other’s only anchor.

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About Kacey:
Avid Reader. Romance Author. Redhead…

Canadian-born author Kacey Hammell is definitely a book-a-holic. A romance reader from a young age, she fell in love with happily ever afters.  These days, as a multi- published erotic romance author, she enjoys adding a lot of heat, sass, and emotion to the many genres she writes.

Mom of three, Kacey lives her own happily ever after with her perfect hero in Ontario, Canada.

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A Mate for the Sheriff by April Zyon

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A Mate For The Sheriff

Shifters Match.com book 4

by April Zyon

Published by Evernight Publishing

Cover by Jay Aheer

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Jessica Morris has a secret that could get her killed. Hiding in plain sight, pretending to be normal, is all she’s ever known. And even though she’s been lucky so far, she knows that she can’t hide in Shifter Falls forever. Getting involved with the town sheriff is the last thing she needs, but lately it’s all she can think about.

Novak Porter has watched Jessica since the first day she came into town. He suspects that, like everyone else in Shifter Falls, she’s got a skeleton or two in her closet. She’s nervous around him, and for years he’s forced himself to give her time. But when a chance encounter throws them together for more than five minutes, Novak decides he’s tired of waiting. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep her around. Convincing her to work for him is easy, but getting her to believe in happily ever after might be a little more difficult.

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Jessica turned to the voice in the darkness. The sexiest voice on the face of the planet. “Sheriff,” she said, her pulse increasing when she turned to look at him.

He looked as if he had been built of stone, and again she wondered just exactly what sort of shifter he was. No one seemed to know, or be willing to share, which was very strange in a town like Shifter Falls. Then again, she didn’t let anyone know what she was, either, so it could just be a privacy thing.

“I’m not sure what’s going on, but suddenly all the electronics inside the car went completely dead. The lights, dash, everything. I’m afraid it’s the alternator, since it has a brand-new battery.” She might be a lot of things, but she wasn’t completely stupid. “And I think that Jagger’s cub swiped my cell phone, again, so do you think you could maybe call a tow for me?” She shook her head. “That little guy gets me every single time. I swear he’s taken more cell phones off of me than I can count. Phi is never able to find them, so there’s no telling what he does with them.” She was snickering as she said that. She didn’t know why she was talking so much, but she was.

The sheriff was watching her intently and didn’t seem all that bothered by her random rambling. He merely pulled out his cell and put in a call for a truck. “Mick will come get your car. He said to leave the keys on the passenger front tire since he might be a while. They had to pull a couple cars from a slough after some young twits decided that drag racing with their parents’ cars was a good plan. Come on, I’ll give you a ride home.”

She whistled. “Oh boy. I bet there are going to be some kids in serious trouble about right now. Thanks for the offer of the ride.” She grabbed her purse, locked the car, and put the keys on the front passenger tire as she had been instructed. “You’ll probably be going out of your way a bit. I live at twenty-nine Forest Acre Road.” It was a dirt road surrounded by forest and she loved it. Nature called to her, and at least there she didn’t have to worry about nulling any abilities as she typically did when she was near other witches.

“No worries at all. It keeps me out of the station until the parents have finally wound down to a dull roar and the kids have had a few minutes for everything to sink in. Anyhow, I think that an hour’s worth of stewing before I arrive to come up with some interesting charges might help the situation. By then I’ll know if the lawyers have actually been called in or not and can figure out how to play this to keep the kids from doing something worse down the line.” The sheriff held her door for her, then shut it when she settled into her seat. A minute later he was setting out reflective markers behind her car before sliding in behind the wheel to take her toward town and home.

“You are a good man. Too bad you can’t keep a secretary to save your gorgeous ass.” She felt her face turn red from heat when she realized she’d blurted that out. “Crap, ignore me. I don’t know what I’m saying.” She cringed, but then shrugged. Since it was too late to take her candid observation back, she pressed on. “Well, from what I understand, you have gone through thirteen of them inside of three months. That’s outstanding right there.”

He leveled a look on her she couldn’t read. She was only thankful he seemed to ignore her initial comment and it allowed her cheeks to cool. “I have a specific way I expect things to be done. And, I admit, my temper can get the best of me. Everything we do can be called into question inside a courtroom. If even one I isn’t dotted right, or a T was missed being crossed, that is potentially a dangerous offender being allowed out on the street due to clerical error. Unacceptable in my book so, yes, I have some impossibly high standards I expect to be carried out by every man and woman in the department.”

“No, not impossibly high standards. They are perfectly reasonable. The way that everyone made it sound you were seriously a neat freak nut job, but what you’re saying doesn’t sound like that at all.” She understood the importance of perfect record keeping, of ensuring that everything was where it should be at all times. “When the council took me on as their secretary, I had to redo a hell of a lot of stuff because the person before me couldn’t seem to understand that paperwork is filed by number then letter. Idiots.” She smirked and looked over at him. “I guess I have high standards as well. Then again since I’m a witch without abilities, I have to be able to contribute somehow, right? Especially with my mother’s coven proclaiming me to be nothing but a human.” That’s what all of Shifter Falls thought of her, and she was happy to keep it that way. When she’d first started out on her own, she’d wondered if it wouldn’t have been smarter, and safer, to try to hide even the fact that she’d been born into a witch family. Ultimately she’d decided that it was better to stick as close to the truth as possible. So she never tried to hide the fact that she had been born to witch parents. It was unlikely that she would ever run into anyone from her old coven, but on the off chance that she did, she didn’t want to arouse suspicion by being caught in a lie. Besides, being known as a witch without powers—therefore, more or less, human—kept her just as safe as if she’d tried to pass herself off as a normal human.

“I’m glad you understand. Few do,” he muttered. “I think the council foisted their rejects my way for some form of payback. They all loved the idea when the mayor had me run for office and I won by a landslide, but the minute I arrested the first council member and wouldn’t take a bribe, they started to wonder. Told them the same thing I told the mayor when he hired me—I was going to run things my way, and if they found someone that could run against me and get elected that would be the only way they’d get me out of that seat. They haven’t had any luck yet.”

Jess knew it was because the sheriff was respected by every citizen in the Falls as well as the other two cities that made up their exceptionally small county. While not everyone agreed with his methods and strict by-the-book ways, they liked how he’d cleaned up and kept the area protected from a drug problem several years back when he’d first taken the position.

“You cleaned up the area. No one would run against you. You’re too good at your job, so it is what it is.” She shrugged. “You are strict and you can be an ass from what I’ve been told, but then again there are a lot of falsehoods that fly through Shifter Falls, aren’t there?” she asked with a smile.

“True enough. The trick is determining what’s truth and what’s lie in everything that goes around town. It’s amazing what one can discover the moment they find that tiny thread and give it a tug. After all, there’s not a soul in this town that is exactly who they appear to be on the surface once you dig down a little further.”

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Book 1 – A Christmas Home – http://www.evernightpublishing.com/a-christmas-home-by-april-zyon/

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Ophelia Lambros thought her life was in order, until she lost her fiance and job all in one day. 

She couldn’t return the honeymoon trip she’d been given so she takes the opportunity to find herself on the slopes of Wyoming on the back of a snowmobile. 

Jagger Morris was perfectly happy running his repair shop in Shifter Falls, his home for years. As the Kodiak Bear Alpha, he has a lot on his plate. When a new pack asks to join them, Jagger’s hackles rise, but he doesn’t know why. 

When he meets his fated mate, Ophelia, she shares a piece of herself that confirms his suspicious nature was spot on. As a seer, she can see death coming their way. Can she make her new mate and his friends understand the risk before time runs out? 

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Book 2 – The Kodiak’s Mate – http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-kodiaks-mate-by-april-zyon/ 

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An ancient evil has come back to Shifter Falls… 

Living in a town called Shifter Falls isn’t always easy. Alaska Ceridwen has lusted after Harley Ogden for years, even though she learned the hard way that you can’t trust bears. But when Alaska becomes the target of a dangerous stalker, Harley may be the only one who can save her. 

Harley thought that rescuing a terrified, bound woman on the street would be the most excitement he’d see all day. Then he found out she was his mate. Now he’s fighting to hold on to what’s his. He knows that keeping Alaska safe and teaching her to let go of her fears won’t be easy, but for Harley, nothing less than forever will do.

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Book 3 – The Jaguar’s Mate – http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-jaguars-mate-by-april-zyon/

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Quinn Ash is as human as they come. She came to Shifter Falls to hide from the danger. Too bad trouble always has a way of finding her.

Piran Raske works with wood. It makes his Jaguar happy, plus he makes a great living doing it. But he’s lonely and needs more to keep him and his cat satisfied.

Quinn comes into Piran’s life with her shockingly dark secret, and he knows he must protect her. As much as he doesn’t want to, Piran asks his friends for help to keep his mate safe. But is it too late to save the love of his life?

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Bound To Their Faete Beyond the Veil, Book 3 By Elena Kincaid, Maia Dylan, and Sarah Marsh

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Bound
To Their Faete
Beyond
the Veil, Book 3
By
Elena Kincaid, Maia Dylan, and Sarah Marsh
Publisher:
Evernight Publishing
Release
Date:
January
25, 2017
Cover
Artist:
Jay Aheer
Genre: MFM
paranormal romance
Thank
you so much for hosting us on your blog today. Bound To Their Faete is the
third book in our Beyond The Veil series and we are currently working on the
next book. What started out as a fun exercise in our Sinfully More Erotic
street team turned into an entire series that the three of us
fell in love with.
A mysterious world Beyond The Veil as well as our very overprotective
Shifters on this side of the Veil.

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To
be given visions of the future is no small gift, but gifts such as these do not
come without a burden…
Blurb
Corrine, a Fae Seer, has spent a long time
running. She finds sanctuary with a wolf pack after the Goddess sends her a
vision that threatens to rob her of her mate. Her actions to save him come with
grave consequences. When one mate turns into two, Corrine returns through the
Veil seeking help to reverse what she’s done.
            Wolf Alpha Gabe Errikson has spent
years pining for a woman who was never meant to be his—or at least not
according to his wolf, but he would give up anything, including a traditional
mating to be with the woman he loves.  When he finds out Corrine has been keeping
something from him since day one, he wonders if he will be able to forgive her.
            Braxas Beaumont, a cougar Alpha,
knew from the moment he laid eyes on Corrine that she was his mate. He also
discovers quickly that his long-time friend, Gabe, is hopelessly in love with
her as well, but Braxas isn’t accustomed to sharing, especially when it comes
to his mate.
            Can two powerful Alphas come
together to save the woman they are fated to from a darkness that is unlike
anything they have ever known? Or will they be bound to their fate?

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Buy Links

 

Amazon AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/d/B01N5SPRMP

 

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“Before
we go, there is something I have been meaning to do for quite a long time,
Corrine.”
“Oh?”
Braxas let go of her
hand as well, and she looked from one to other with suspicion.
“I think you need to be
reassured that you belong to Braxas and me. That we are both fully committed to
you.”
“I believe you,” she
threw in quickly. Braxas assumed that she did not need her seer abilities to
know where this was heading.
Gabe however, continued
as if she hadn’t spoken. He held up his right hand in a fist, his knuckles
facing forward and popped his forefinger up. “You ran from us.” Next up came
his middle finger. “You didn’t tell us where you were going.” His ring finger
followed. “You lied.” Then his pinky. “You’re very haughty.” And finally his
thumb. “You are way too stubborn for your own good.” He tilted his now open and
raised palm to the right, poised to strike a particularly beautiful derriere.
“Anything else?” she
responded in exactly the haughty manner that Gabe’s fourth finger had coincided
with.
Gabe smiled slyly.
“That’s reason enough for now.” He lowered his hand and placed it on his knee.
“Hike up your dress and come lie across my knees.”
Corrine leaped to her
feet. “So you can spank me like some wayward child? I think not.”
“No, so I can spank you
like a lover spanks his woman when she aggravates the hell out of him.”
Corrine’s mouth opened on
a silent O, and a blush swept over her face and neck. Braxas inhaled her sweet
scent of arousal and felt the pressure of his cock straining against the zipper
of his jeans. Gods, he wanted to be inside of her. “That shade of rose looks
lovely on your cheeks.”
Corrine’s head whipped
in his direction. “You’re just going to let him do this to me?”
Braxas chuckled. “Let
him? Hell, I encourage him. I have no doubt that all three of us are going to
enjoy it immensely.” He smiled widely at her. “Especially if that lovely rose
color blooms across your ass as well.”
She opened her mouth as
if she had something to say, but shut it just as quickly. She took one step
towards Gabe and paused, looking from one to the other. Braxas knew she was
excited by the prospect of being spanked by Gabe while he watched, but he also
sensed her trepidation. In the end, fear won out, and their little doe,
temporarily mesmerized by headlights, broke her own spell and bolted out the
door.
Gabe stared at the empty
doorway as he spoke. “Tell me something, Braxas. Do cougars like the chase as
much as wolves do?”
Braxas smiled widely
again, but more for himself since Gabe still stared straight ahead. “Indeed we
do.”
It took only a few
seconds before the pair of them, in unison, chased after her.
About
Maia Dylan:
Maia Dylan lives, loves and works in beautiful New Zealand.  She married her best friend and they have two
adorable, but stubborn children who obviously take after their father. 
Maia’s career has featured a lot of travel, and she
has filled her time at airports and in the air with books, books and more
books.  Her love of erotic paranormal romance has seen her amass a huge
library.  She has been an avid reader and lover of ménage romances since
she read her first book in this genre about three years ago.
Outside of writing, Maia loves to eat, so she loves to
cook!  Her herb garden is legendary, but she still has issues getting
tomatoes to grow.  She’s been a performer for years, and has even sung on
international stages, she would love to own a classic Ford Mustang one day and
of course have the opportunity to race it on a race track without fear of a
speeding ticket.
Although ultimately her dream is to be able to write
full time on a sandy beach with a Mai Tai at hand, she is quite happy to fit
her writing in when she can.  As long as someone reads her books, gets a
laugh and maybe come to love her characters and much as she does, then she
feels that she is living her dreams no matter what!
AUTHOR LINKS 
           
Amazon Authors Page US: http://amazon.com/author/maiadylan
Newsletter sign up link:  http://www.maiadylan.com/#!contact/c1kcz

 

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About Sarah
Marsh:
Sarah Marsh was born in British Columbia where she still lives. She has only recently began
her writing career, finding it the perfect outlet for taking the edge off a
nine to five office job. She’s been a science fiction and romance junkie for
years and when her imagination started to take the characters she’d read about
even further in their adventures, she decided to try writing something of her
own. 
Sarah’s also a former pastry chef and spends a lot of
time cooking and baking for friends and family as well as painting and
knitting. Her biggest weaknesses are animals of any kind … she even loves the
ones that wake you up at four in the morning because they can almost see the
bottom of their food dish. 
         When
it comes to life in general, she’s a big believer that laughter is the best
medicine and that there’s no such thing as too much love, which is why she’s
such a sucker for a happy ending.
Author links:

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About Elena
Kincaid:

 

Elena Kincaid is an award winning author. She writes
Erotic Paranormal and Contemporary MFM and MF Romances. She developed a passion
for reading and writing at an early age and loves to write what she loves to
read and that is usually romance with a paranormal twist. Her desk is
constantly cluttered with journals, sticky notes, and torn out pieces of paper
full of ideas.
She was born in

Ukraine and raised in New York, where she currently lives with her daughter. She
graduated college with a BFA in creative writing and In addition to writing,
she also started a graphic design business a few years after graduating. When
not working, Elena loves to spend time with her family, travel the globe, curl
up with a good book, and catch up on her soaps.

 Author Links:
  

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SINFULLY
MORE
EROTIC STREET
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Come and Join Maia Dylan, Sarah Marsh and
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The Dishonest Lover by L.J. Longo

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For Royal Chanticleer, forging false IDs was basically joining the Peace Corps: make a little money and help refugees. But when his employers branch into human trafficking, Roy decides to steal his share and cut ties.

George Morrison, a lapsed Catholic and non-practicing gay in Ireland, has his lonely Christmas disrupted when a dangerous gang demands he abduct a fleeing con-artist by threatening his family. George manages to capture Roy… when Roy mistakes George for the average local, he charms and seduces him.

Suspicion and desperation soon war with their growing love for each other as Roy struggles to escape and George fights to protect his family from the gang that might kill them both.

 


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“If You’re Looking For a Dark Romance…Look no further!” 4 out of 5, Evernight Reader

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excerpt

“Another beer, cutie?” The man behind the counter sashayed and winked at him.

George nodded trying not to see the bartender.

“Sure I can’t interest you in something hard? We serve great cocktails. Sex with the bartender is my favorite.”

George shut his eyes and blocked out the suggestive remark. “No, but thanks. Just another Guinni.”

The bartender went away and George could breathe again. He had to figure out a way to get a hold of Dizie and get Roy into his car. Had to stop thinking about sex.

How to do that? When right there was the dance floor. Male bodies grinding. George had no idea there were that many gay men in Galway, though with the tourists…

Boyish cheeks leaned against neatly trimmed beards. Lips on ears. Bulges in tight jeans or tenting pressed trousers, over here rubbing against the firm globe of another man’s ass, over here against a stranger’s thigh, then his hand. Sex just there for the asking. All George’s dirty DVDs came to life and surrounded him in this prissy club, suffocating him with the heat and promise, drowning him in the scent of wine, sweat, and his own desire.

Then Roy stumbled out of the crowd, smiling, laughing at someone else’s joke or maybe his own happy thoughts.

Roy grinned wider seeing George. “You’re still here! Merry Christmas Eve to me.”

His eyes shone with too much liquor and he staggered toward George, then fell into his chest. Instinctively, George caught him under his arm to bolster him. He’d caught many falling drunks in order to sit them down and call a taxi.

But Roy was different. For one thing, Roy hugged him.

George’s breath sucked out of him. Accident of gravity, sure. Just a faltering step, sure. But the look in those big brown eyes, the way his fingers lingered to trace a circle over the flannel of George’s shirt, made George’s cock lunge.

“Hello there.” George tried to steady the American on his feet. “I think you’re drunk, mate.”

Roy closed the gap between them. No accident. Not in the way the American pressed his lean body against George’s mass and squeezed away any space between skin and muscle. “As an otter in a Kansas cornfield.”

“Is that a real expression ’cross the pond or just drunk nattering?”

The bartender returned with George’s beer and cooed with approval.

“No! It’s not like that. He’s just—” George tried to step away from Roy, but the bar prevented him and besides Roy was … Roy took his hand.

George was aware he was stronger, that he could easily break the drunken hold on his wrist and pull away, but his hand went obedient and limp where Roy lead it. His fingers settled on the swell of Roy’s ass. George trembled weakened by the wave of desire.

“What’re you doing, Roy?”

Roy was smiling. “It’s yours for the asking, Cowboy.”

Fuck.

George stared at him, lacking the strength to move away. Instead, he found the fresh beer and drank half in one gulp. “You’re … paralytic drunk, man.”

“Can we anyway?” Roy’s entire weight hung on George’s arm, so much trust, so poorly placed.

George sipped the beer. It was a way to get him to his car, to keep him close until Dizie could tell him what to do. Take him home. Be a gentleman, put him on the couch. Yeah. That was the way.

“I don’t care that you’re into girls.” Roy rubbed his body against the boulder in George’s trousers, spoke near his ear. “I just want you.”

On its own volition, George’s hand squeezed Roy’s ass. So taut. That’s what was meant when they talked about a juicy bottom. The music, some British bitch crooning over and over again “take me, take me home”, pulsed through his body. His blood matched the beat and his cock hammered along.

“Fuck…” George muttered.

“That’s the idea.” Roy’s lips moved at George’s ear, then lower and Roy kissed him.

Not just a little peck, either. A mouths-parting, tongues-tangling kiss. It stole George’s breath, will, and senses.

A kiss from a dead man. Fuck.

George was undone. Before he could think to stop, before he could reorient himself and this man he intended to betray, George grabbed Roy’s ass with both his hands. He squeezed the soft mounds tight and jerked him even closer.

“You have no idea the hurt you’re in for, riling me up like that, you fuckin’ slut.”

Roy’s mouth opened in a kind of happy shock.

“But if it’s cock you’re after, you’ll get it.”


about-the-author

L.J. Longo is a queer author, a geek, a feminist, and is ARe best-selling author of Erotic Romance. The Dishonest Lover is L.J.’s first solo project through Evernight Publishing. Find more thoughtful, hot erotica at Graceful Indecency where L.J. offers free erotica and contests to win romance e-books. L.J. also sometimes takes a break from writing and messes around on Twitter and Facebook.

Free Spirit by Andi Bremner

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Free Spirit

Written by Andi Bremner

Published by Evernight Publishing

Release Date 18 January 2017

Cover and artwork by Jay Aheer with Simply Defined Art

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How much of your heart would you give if you knew how short life could be?

Juliette Reynolds knows that life is a precious gift that could be snatched away at any moment. A survivor of childhood leukemia she lives her life seeking fun, adventure and love at every turn making no commitments and never settling in one place for too long in her quest to experience life to the fullest. Her latest adventure has bought her to Myrtle Beach where she meets Noah Daniels.  Having lost his wife in a freak boating accident three years ago Noah also knows how quickly life can be sucked away.

But Juliette, with her zest for life and eternal optimism, is determined to wake Noah up and bring him back into the world of the living.  That is, until it seems like living is what she might not get to do.

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“I’m going to be completely honest with you, Juliette,” Noah told her as soon as they were back in his pickup truck. “I don’t want to take you back yet. I want to take you home. Home to my house.”

She beamed at him. “I’d like that.”

He frowned. “Do you understand what I am saying? That I want to take you home and I want to take you to bed.”

“I know. I want to go to bed. With you.”

He growled and started the truck up. Before he pulled out from the curb though he looked over at her, wanting to make it clear, needing her to know before … so that she didn’t have any false expectations of what this was and of what to expect.

“I want to take you home, Jules…”

“Juliette,” she interrupted quietly. “I prefer Juliette.”

He nodded before continuing. “I want to take you home and I want to take you to bed and I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you hard. But … and I need you to know this, I need you to understand—I don’t want anything more. I don’t want a relationship, I don’t want you to move in, I don’t want this to be anything more than what it is. I’m not looking for anything more.”

Juliette nodded. “I understand completely.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You do?”

“No commitment,” she said. “I get it. I don’t want that either, although I do like the idea of you fucking me hard.”

Noah growled again, his eyes roaming over her face taking in every exquisite detail. Where the hell had this girl come from? She was perfect. Perfect for him. Sexy, gorgeous, oozing a zest for life that was severely missing from his and a commitment-phobic as well. Well, not so much a commitment phobic but more an avoider … like him. It was like Providence had bought her to him.

Noah drove the short distance to his house his mind fixed on nothing else but Juliette. When they arrived at his house he ran around to open her door watching her face as she took in the small, single story bungalow he called home.

“This is so cute,” she cried, following him up the path. “I love it.”

“Of course you do,” he said, fumbling with his keys and unlocking the door. Immediately Loop, his dog, flew at them, covering Noah with licks and racing around like a loony in her excitement to have him own. Then she turned her attention on Juliette, doing the same for her.

“Is this your guard dog?” Juliette laughed, ruffling the hair on the back of Loop’s head. “She is useless but oh so cute!”

“Loopsy,” Noah growled. “Get down.”

Juliette crouched down and scratched Loop’s belly as she laughed. “She is so cute! Hello, Loopsy, my name’s Juliette. I guess they call you Loopsy because you are a bit crazy?”

Noah scowled. “She’s completely crazy. I tried to train her, but she’s too nuts.”

“Well you know what,” Juliette laughed, speaking to the dog, “I’ve been called crazy before, too. I think it’s just that we’re misunderstood though. Don’t you think, Loops?”

Noah shook his head, feeling strangely jealous that Juliette was lavishing her attention on his crazy cocker spaniel when he wanted all her attention on him. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her to her feet, ignoring the surprised look on her face.

“I should offer you a drink or something,” he said, his eyes roaming over her face, “but really I just want to take that sexy as all hell dress off.”

Juliette’s pupils dilated, and the dog, it seemed, was completely forgotten. “I had enough to eat and drink tonight. At the restaurant.”

Noah drew her towards him, planting his mouth firmly and possessively against hers. He didn’t bother going gently this time, didn’t bother easing her into the kiss. Instead he unleashed everything he had, every feeling he had as he let his mouth slant over hers, as he forced her lips apart and thrust his tongue deep within her mouth, tasting and savoring her.

Dragging her with him he pulled her further into his house, through the living room and down the short corridor to his bedroom. He’d already closed the curtains earlier and left a low bedside lamp on, which now cast the room in a pale yellow light. Pausing, he glanced at the rumpled bedding wishing he’d made the bed that morning. Not that it mattered, he planned on messing it up very soon.

“Take your dress off, Juliette,” he commanded, against her mouth, “please.”

“I like your manners,” she told him as she pulled back, tugging at the tie around her neck. “You’re such a gentleman.”

“You won’t think I’m such a gentleman,” he grumbled, watching as she slid the dress ever so softly off her shoulders and let it fall unheeded to the floor, “when I’m fucking you senseless and making you scream.”

Her mouth fell open, and her eyes, those pools of sea green, went wide. Noah felt another possessive, almost caveman like grumble building in his chest.

Dropping his eyes, he let his gaze run over her body, pausing at that odd scar a moment before dipping further, moving over her breasts, down her smooth, flat stomach, over the curve of her hips and lingering on the pale blue, lacy panties that covered her center.

“Take everything off.”

Her mouth twitched. “Have you forgotten your manners already?”

His pulled his eyes up to meet hers, swallowing over the thickening in his throat. “Please.”

Juliette grinned, reaching around to unclasp her bra, drawing it slowly down her arms before discarding it on the floor with her dress. She was just about to reach for her panties when Noah lunged at her, his mouth clamping down on hers as he pulled her against him, crushing her against him. Juliette made a small sound of surprise, but that was quickly stifled by his mouth on hers. Stumbling, he led her back to the bed where they fell, his mouth barely breaking its assault on hers as his hands ran the length of her body, cupping and caressing her breasts, pinching the peaks until they stood as hard nubs and Juliette cried out in his mouth.

Her hand slid beneath his shirt, tugging it from the waistband. He pulled back at her insistence and pulled it over his head, throwing it somewhere in the room before he lowered his head back down to hers, relishing in the feel of her soft breasts against his hard chest, the differences between them. How smooth and soft she was against his hardness, how cool her skin was to touch whilst his felt almost feverish. It was almost as if the differences between them made them perfect for one another.

Her hands were running over him, over the hard planes and angles of his body, her fingers tracing the sharpened contours. He felt massive, looming over her, and carefully rested his body weight on his arms even as he wanted to get closer.

Lowering his head, he closed his mouth over a breast, sucking her nipple deep as she arched against him. His hand squeezed and pinched her nipple, and Juliette pressed her hands into his hair, urging him closer as the sounds continued to escape her. God, he loved those sounds she made. It was like angels singing or the sweetest concerto he had had ever heard.

He switched, turning his attention to her other breast, as he ran another hand over her flat belly and wrapped her hip, jerking her against him, lifting her butt from the bed. Then he kissed lower, his tongue running over her skin, licking and then dipping into her belly button.

“Noah,” she murmured beneath him, tugging at his head. “Oh God.”

“Hmmn?” he whispered against her skin as his mouth skimmed the top of her panties,  which were so fine and lacy that they left nothing to the imagination. Not that Noah had to imagine what she looked like. The image of her, naked and dripping wet that morning, had been seared into his mind, into his heart. She was bare, shaved or waxed, he didn’t know, but she was bare. When he tugged at her panties she dug her heels into the bed and lifted her hips allowing him to slide them down her thighs and throw them away.

“Noah,” she whimpered beneath him, shivering a little.

Raising his head, he looked at her, drawing her deep into his memory bank and imprinting her there. Head back, lost in the pillows, eyes closed, swollen lips open and panting, breasts heaving, nipples hardened, legs spread for him, pussy arching up to meet him.

Noah growled, a low rumble in his chest as he ran a hand lightly over her center. She was wet already, and he sucked in a breath. God, could this girl be any more perfect?

Sliding one finger along her folds he dipped a finger inside watching as her mouth fell open and she arched off the bed, legs opening to give him further access. Gently, he pressed a thumb to her nub, circling ever so slowly as she began to writhe and grab at him, murmuring his name. His chest constricted at the marvelous sight unfolding before him, and when he dipped his head to taste her little bit of heaven, he thought he’d come undone.

“Noah,” she whimpered louder now. “Noah…”

“Yeah, baby. I want you to come. I want to watch you come for me.”

Her legs were trembling, her thighs clamping around his head as she arched against him, using her hands to press him further closer, searching for her release. He kept his eyes open, watching her, loving the way her orgasm built, loving how she lost herself in him, in his touch, in his mouth.

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Andi Bremner is a romance writer who is lucky enough to live by the beautiful Indian Ocean in Western Australia with her husband and three children.

Andi grew up with her nose in a book and her head in the clouds.  Her favourite books were the ones that transported her away to another world full of dashing heroes and damsels in distress set in faraway time periods.  Romance, and in particular, complicated romances soon became her favourite novels to read and write and she now writes angst ridden tales of first love with some steamy interludes thrown in as well.
On the weekends Andi can be found ferrying her children to their various after school activities or hiking and camping in the stunning Australian outdoors.

Drummer Girl is the first story in the Moonstone Series. Trinity (Book 1) was published on 1 April 2016.  Stay tuned for Book 3 coming soon.

Undone by Destiny by Allyson Young

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Desiree
lost her heart to Tahl before he moved away, pursuing a redheaded shifter.
Devastated, she somehow managed to hope he got what he needed. Except, being
part Fae, she now believes she’s cursed him. Tahl has returned, unmated,
refusing to share what transpired.
When
Tahl pursues her, realizing what she has always meant to him, Desi desperately
avoids, her guilt—and refusal to be second choice—a deterrent to her heart. Her
twenty-fifth birthday approaches, and hot from the chase, Tahl corners her. He
triggers her heat and she must allow him to assuage it, however outraged and
resentful she might be.
The
redhead follows Tahl, refusing to accept his mating—he can’t be bonded should
his mate die… The males fail to thwart the nefarious plan, and the true
nature of both females is revealed. Only one bitch can win and keep Tahl’s
heart, and Desi won’t lose.

 


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Now that he was here, he was stalling, and he grimaced. Nothing much scared him, but the female presumably inside the cabin… He forced his feet to carry up the short set of stairs and opened the front door with a confidence he didn’t feel. Until he saw her.
Huddled on the couch, facing him, was his future mate, the most
beautiful thing he’d ever seen—or scented. Cheeks flushed, hair now streaming in wild abandon and clothing awry, she glared at him, her rage muted by the trembling need radiating from her tense body.
“Baby. I got here as soon as I could. I—” His attempt at an apology
was overridden as Desi lurched to her feet.
“It’s not fucking fair that I have no recourse in this, Tahl. It’s a
done deal because you decided. You. And now I’m stuck with you. I have to submit to your … physical attentions so I can function.” She laughed, a harsh mimicry of her usual, musical burst of sound.
The one he hadn’t heard in his vicinity for a very long time but had never
forgotten. The dichotomy scalded his senses.
She stood, her body shaking, the hormonal flux pouring off of her,
and he balled his fists to keep his hands to himself. A vastly angry Desiree
was an incredibly beautiful and appealing female and his wolf seethed with
impatience against her siren call. Tahl shoved his animal back and cudgeled his brain for something that would soothe her. Some sense of self-preservation kept him from offering his heart. It was quite likely she’d carve it out of his chest and eat it with a spoon.
His breath stuttered as with awkward, jerky movements, she yanked at the front of her silky shirt, the fine fabric rending beneath her impatient
hands. She threw the remnants in the general direction of the couch before
working at the zipper on her little skirt. The garment slid over her thighs to
pool around her ankles, his avid stare tracking it as the black lace of her
matching panties was revealed as well as the long length of her legs. She
stepped out, nearly losing her balance, and kicked the material away.
This was so not how he imagined it. Throat dry, he closed the
distance. “Desiree. Easy, baby. Let me—”
“You’ve done enough, Tahl,” she coughed out between shuddering
breaths. “Now do what nature intended.” Her pretty bra popped open and her breasts were displayed. Sitting high on her narrow torso, they were in perfect proportion to the rest of her, though visibly swollen with need, the dark nipples beaded tightly.
Everything in him screamed to take her right fucking now, his cock
so hard it hurt, his wolf groveling. Groveling. With inner strength he somehow drew from somewhere, perhaps his conscience, maybe his aching heart, he wrestled his libido into submission and hugged her instead. Trying to offer her comfort. His eyes closed against the intense draw
of her soft, silky skin, the heat of her radiating intensely to the very marrow of his bones.
Desiree wrestled free, wild-eyed and flushed. Surely no other male
would have been so fucking stupid as to trigger his future mate’s heat on the side of a goddamn highway and then leave her unfulfilled? He cursed himself again.
She scrabbled at the fine stuff of her underwear and it met the same
fate as her shirt. Tahl drank in his first sight of the female who was his, all
creamy skin and smooth curves, the soft dark hair at her apex neatly  trimmed.
But she was shaking harder, out of control, the scent of her arousal
overwhelming him, and instinct took over.
With economic movements, he stripped off his own clothing. Desiree
swayed, her eyes tightly shut as she panted through the tiny whimpers falling from her lips. He spoke her name even as he gathered her up and bore her down on the wide, soft couch, but she wouldn’t—or couldn’t—open her eyes.
There was no time, or need, or foreplay. He’d left her too long.
Testing her preparedness with one finger, he grunted his satisfaction. Soaked. Her thighs opened wide for him as he maneuvered between them, her arms splayed and her head thrown back. She writhed, her wolf clearly right at the surface, and her whimpers escalated both in volume and quantity.
Recognizing the time for fucking couldn’t be put off by conversation, however necessary, he fit the weeping crown of his cock against her opening. Wet, sultry heat engulfed him as he surged inside on a desperate
thrust. And froze at her muffled yelp.
“Fuck me, baby. Fuck. Me.” He wrapped her up, working his arms
beneath her shoulders to tuck her as tightly against him as he could manage
while holding his cock steady, giving her time to adjust. It was his turn to
screw his own eyes shut in order to concentrate on not moving one fucking iota. He’d just taken her virginity, and even his wolf paused in its desperation to claim her.

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Allyson Young lives in cottage country in Manitoba, Canada with her husband and numerous pets. She worked in the human services all across Canada  and has seen the best and worst of what people bring to the table. Allyson has written for years, mostly short stories and poetry, published in small newspapers and the like, although her work appeared in her high school
yearbooks too! After reading an erotic romance, quite by accident, she decided to try her hand at penning erotica.
Allyson will write until whatever she has inside her is satisfied- when all the heroes man up and all the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favours the darker side of romance.

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