His Kind of Beautiful

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(Carlisi Familia Book 2) by Maia Dylan

Overview:

Tony Moretto lost the woman he loved, and he has no idea how to get her back…

From the moment he set eyes on Leona Underwood, he recognized her as his, but he let the opinions of his father stop him from acting on it. The familia using her as an informant against a rival family didn’t exactly lend itself to happily ever after either.

Leona was a broken woman. She’d seen a lot of horror in her lifetime. Her childhood sucked, she’d sold her body to survive, but had ended up working for a crime family that actually seemed to care about her. When a way to help them presented itself, she did it willingly, but paid a terrible price.

Now she was scarred, both inside and out, and convinced that no one could ever want her now. When she disappears, it brings Tony to his senses, and he knows he has to convince Leona that she was exactly his kind of beautiful.

 

**The first story in the Carlisi Familia ANGEL MINE begins in the Lawless anthology

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Reviews for Angel Mine book 1 and His Kind of Beautiful Book 2:

4 Fabulous Stars

Angel Mine (Carlisi Familia Book 1) by Maia Dylan

The first book in a new series by Maia Dylan, I am excited to read more. The Carlisi familia are under attack and when their Poppa is taken it is time strike back. Great characters and a well delivered storyline made this and fabulous start to this series.

His Kind of Beautiful (Carlisi Familia Book 2)

His Kind of Beautiful continues from where Angel Mine concludes and continues the story of the Carlisi Familia. Tony has lost one of the most important people in his life and he will not lose the other. Determined to bring rest to the family he and his brother set out to take back what is theirs. A compelling short read this one kept me engaged with its realistic characters and story. I would definitely recommend this book and series.

 

New Release from Lynn Burke

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#MMF #Shifters #Dragons #BDSM #Bisexual #Menage #Contemporary #Romance #HEA

Destined by Dragonblood

Blood Born Series 2

By Lynn Burke

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Release Date: April 11, 2019

*WARNING: This title contains explicit sexual scenes, BDSM, and anal sex.

Dolyn Kemmerly has found his destined mates. Unfortunately, they are more human than dragonblood. While his inner beast longs for them, his male stubbornness insists there are mates more worthy of his royal bloodline.

Due to Ashley O’Connor’s traumatic past, only the painful slap of a Dom’s toys can help her find release. A celibate sub, she’s never ached for a man’s tender touch—until a mysterious stranger follows her into her Master’s club.

When Ashley lifts one of her hard limits, Giovanni DiLoreto, her sex-therapist recommended Dom, is finally allowed to touch the flesh he’s been lusting to caress. Doing so, however, earns him a bloody nose by a hot-as-fuck stranger. Master Vanni has never touched a dick in pleasure, but the sudden desire to dominate the newcomer—while Ashley watches—consumes him.

Dolyn’s ancestors might accept Vanni for the heart of the dragon inside him, but it will take Dolyn’s complete submission to his alpha to help Ashley heal and unlock the destiny awaiting them all.
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EXCERPT:

Cloaking myself and following Ashley into the nondescript door at the end of the hallway came easy. Slipping through what appeared to a main entrance rather than a locker room of sorts she had entered proved a bit more difficult as a receptionist’s desk and bouncer flanked the double doors.

I glanced around the reception area, fully present, yet visually, nothing more than a bend of light to the two in the room with me. Gray walls. Glass desk. Abstract art on the walls and two other doors besides the one Ashley had disappeared through—boring and not giving me a hint of what lay beyond.

I eyed one of the chairs along the wall to my left and considered waiting until Ashley returned.

The double doors opened, however, releasing a flood of sensual delights mere humans wouldn’t catch. Heat, aroused murmuring, and sex. My dragon hummed his delight, but I frowned and raced forward, slipping through the opened door as the patron of whatever the place was bade the receptionist a good evening.

A holding room with another set of double doors that couldn’t muffle or contain the patrons’ arousal. Still nothing more than a flicker in a person’s peripheral vision, I pushed one of the doors open enough to slip through.

I stepped over a threshold leading to a sinner’s delight. Musk, sweetness, and the scent of anxious perspiration swept over me. Humans … dozens of them in all sorts of dress and lack thereof mingled in the huge lounge area. Dim lights. Low music. Leather seating and a bar lay on my left, a dais beyond held a St. Andrew’s Cross with a woman moaning beneath a Dom’s ministrations.

Chains clanked from a man strung to the ceiling directly on my right. Groans rose from two men getting their cocks sucked by kneeling submissives as they lounged by the bar on my left.

My gaze returned to the cross and the woman strapped to it.

How many times had I allowed Elijah to do the same to me? How many times had he forced me to climax before shoving his cock so far up my ass I lost my breath?

My dick swelled in my jeans, but it wasn’t the actions of the Dom that turned me on. It was the thought of being on the receiving end of his flogger—the one receiving the type of pleasure found in pain.

Please.

My dragon’s whimper to play hit me hard, the fact I wanted to be the one submitting rather than dominating even harder. “Alpha,” I muttered aloud, reminding us both of our dominance as a blood born dragon from the royal line.

I’d caught a hint of Ashley’s scent while following her down the hallway into the sex club, but the overwhelming perfumes of human and sex masked her—if she’d even made her way into the lounge area.

My female … found delight in a sex club. I couldn’t have asked for more. Couldn’t have been more pleased—so why didn’t my inner dragon hiss his desire to tie her up? Stripe her ass in the way Elijah had mine countless times? Why did I want to pleasure her with gentleness—loving tenderness?

A fierce frown dented my brow as I licked my lips, hoping for a taste of Ashley’s sweetness in the air.

Cries of ecstasy jerked my head to the left … the lounge’s far corner. A dark-haired man fingered a woman through her climax, her cum slipping around his hand, dripping to the floor.

Her scent slammed into me with a wave, and my dragon growled a rumble deep in my chest to taste. To claim.

My female.

Pale, shapely legs led to her rounded ass the man now caressed, and my need to taste leaped to fierce protectiveness in a single heartbeat.

No longer cloaked, I strode across the room, darkness seizing my mind, my self-control, something that hadn’t happened in over a hundred years.

He’s touching her. Mine.

My dragon hellbent on ripping the man’s arms from his torso, I stalked forward, eating up the distance between us in a matter of seconds, my claws shimmering in and out of sight.

The width of his shoulders came close to mine, but the breadth of his chest didn’t compare. An easy to defeat opponent, my dragon shrieked, clawing at my brain as I pulled all attempts to shift deep inside me where he couldn’t explode into a mass of muscle, sinew, and scales.

I grabbed the man’s shoulder and spun him toward me, my other fist shooting out, connecting with his nose before he had a chance to blink.

Green eyes. Brilliant like spring grass—

My dragon shrieked again as he grabbed hold of my upper arms to keep from falling. Electrical charges raced up through my chest, catching my breath as we stared into each other’s eyes.

Mate.

Dick immediately swollen—leaking at his touch—I hesitated a mere blink, my desire to drop to my knees and worship him shattering all I had hoped for my future.

His punch landed on my side with enough pain my stubbornness rose with a flap of dragon wings, and growling with the need to kill, the need to fuck, goddamn need—I clocked him on the side of the side of the head. He held tight to me, yanking me down as he fell like a bag of bricks, stunned but not knocked out.

I landed on top of him with a groan, my aching dick pressed against his, a wave of desire slamming into me. “Fuck. Me,” I gasped the words, blinking once more.

A cocky grin wobbled his lips, and he shifted his hips beneath me, pressing his own hard-on against mine. “I’m usually the one in charge, but that’s one command I would love to obey.”

His low voice slithered over my skin, waking goosebumps in its path, like a physical caress, and I froze.

My mate, my beta … a goddamn, fucking Dom.

© Lynn Burke 2018

Don’t forget book 1 in the Blood Born Series, Drawn by Dragonblood, available at all major retailers!

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Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

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Took You For Granted by LM Spangler

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Blurb:
She lost him seven years ago. Now he’s back in her life…
and back in her bed.

April Donovan thought she’d gotten over Grant Carmichael.
He broke her heart, took her feelings for granted, and chose a
baseball career over her. She moved on with her life and eventually
healed. Seven years later, a chance meeting throws that theory
asunder, and several passionate moments rekindle the fire.
He wants her again—mind, soul, and…body

Excerpt:
And in about five minutes, he would be
strolling back into her life. Not on a permanent
basis, but she would see him again, and a flood of
emotions would swallow her in their depths. She’d
want him, both with her mind and her heart. She
would fight, and she would lose the battle.
As a settlement agent, her job was to close real
estate transactions. Grant was a real estate broker
who, along with his brothers, purchased houses,
renovated them, and then flipped them for a profit.
He had been quite successful and often used
her. “April Donovan, it is you. I had wondered if
AD stood for you.”
She motioned toward a visitor’s chair opposite
her. “Mr. Carmichael. Please sit down.” No, don’t
sit. He stood astute and gorgeous in a charcoal,
three-piece suit, with a soft gray dress shirt and
burgundy tie. The slim fit complemented his
physique. The Grant she remembered had worn
jeans and T-shirts. This version was one hundred
percent eye candy.
His head tilted to the side, and his lips formed a
thin line. “We have a past. No need for formalities.”
April prayed her pulse wasn’t visibly pounding
in her neck. Her eyes bored into his. Damn, he’s
still gorgeous. His black hair was trimmed close to
his head on the sides and longer and more
disheveled on top, suiting his angular face. His jaw
was still strong and could probably still take a
punch. She had seen it happen before. Her gaze fell
to his lips—lips that could make her tremble as they
moved over her skin. Heat flooded her core, and she
clenched her thighs together.
She cleared her throat. “That is correct, Mr.
Carmichael. We did have a past, but we have
nothing now.”
His brows rose, and a slow, sexy grin turned his
lips upward. “Okay. We can play it your way.” He
lowered his six-foot, two-inch frame into the vacant
seat. “For now.”

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About LM:
LM Spangler lives in South Central Pennsylvania with her husband, daughter, three dogs, a cat, a rabbit, and some fish. Her son serves his country in the US Navy.
She is a fan of college football and any kind of baseball and likes to watch the Discovery, Velocity, HGTV, DIY, Science, and any channel showing a college football game. She also watches old game shows like $25,000 Pyramid and Match Game.

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Gunner’s Flame by Lynn Burke

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#MCRomance #Erotic #Suspense #Series #HEA

Gunner’s Flame

Devil’s Outlaws 2

By Lynn Burke

Publisher: Changeling Press

World-WideRelease Date: April 5, 2019

Keywords: MC Romance, Contemporary, Erotic, Romantic Suspense, Veterans, PTSD, Alpha Biker, Military, SEAL, Series, HEA

Will Gunner choose to stand with his loyal Outlaw brothers or will he choose the path that crosses them—and leads him right into her arms?

Blurb:

Mitch “Gunner” Flannigan rules the Devil’s Outlaws with a firm hand, one trained by his stint in the SEALs, yet tempered by empathy for other vets. When a curvy redhead in Army fatigues snags his attention—and puts him in the line of fire—he’s torn between wanting to bury himself between her lush thighs and helping to ease her return to American soil.

The recent death of Shelby’s mother and her cousin’s terrorizing only adds to the PTSD hindering her return to civilian life. Flames ignite when she’s thrown into Gunner’s arms, where she also finds safety with someone who understands her struggles.

Attempts on Gunner’s life threaten their future, but so do the secrets Shelby withholds from him. When those secrets come to light Gunner will have a decision to make. Will he choose to stand with his loyal Outlaw brothers or will he choose the path that crosses them—and leads him right into her arms?

Warning: Contains adult content, graphic violence, and dark emotional scenarios that may trigger some readers.

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PG EXCERPT:

“You look like you could use some help,” I said, coming to stand in front of her. At six-foot-two, I towered over most women, but the flame-haired beauty didn’t have to crane her neck much to keep our gazes connected. Pale lashes, red at the tips, framed eyes blue as a summer sky, wide and a bit unfocused. Freckles covered her tanned skin, adding an innocent appearance that didn’t match her troubled eyes.

“G—Got a smoke?” she whispered and swallowed, the pulse in her neck galloping.

“Gave that sh** up a few years back.” My gaze lingered on her naked, plump lips. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” Her attempted smile faltered, and she ran her palms down her thighs. “Trying to adjust to being a civilian again. Crowds like this…”

“Been there.”

Her gaze snapped up from my leather vest with its patches declaring who I was. “Army?”

“Navy.”

She rubbed her naked lips together, and I stared. “Did you see any action?”

“Afghanistan.” I held up my hand. “Lost these two fingers, lost my ability to be a SEAL, and got an honorable discharge when my contract expired.” I glanced from one of her pale eyes to the other, trying to read the turmoil inside. “You?”

She swallowed again and nodded, glancing around.

I knew when not to pry. “I’m Gunner.” I held out my whole hand, and the touch of her soft grip raced a shot of lust straight to my groin.

“Shelby.”

Escaped tendrils of her hair blew over her freckled face in a breeze that held no hint of fall air. “Got a red ’66 Shelby in my garage at home.”

A bit of life lightened her gaze. “My father might have had a thing for mustangs once upon a time.”

“I like him already,” I said with a grin, finally releasing my hold on her hand.

“He passed a few years ago.”

My lips flat-lined, and I shoved my hands in my pockets as the desire to wrap her up in my arms and comfort her made me twitch. I was all about getting some, but the emotional connection? I sure as f*** wasn’t looking for that sh** since I had enough of my own to deal with. “Sorry for your loss.”

“Thanks.” She glanced over her shoulder and wrapped her own arms around her midsection, needing that hug my body wanted to offer even if my brain didn’t.

Deflated but not defeated for possibly hooking up with Shelby in the future, I angled my thoughts toward being her friend. I wasn’t a total douche, after all. “Do you have a support group? They’re great for helping vets like us transition back to civilian life.”

“No. I just got back home three weeks ago.”

“There’s lots of groups—I can give you some names and numbers.” I wanted to offer my own, but bit my tongue.

“I have crowd issues.” Her voice small, gaze flitting—she was similar to many such souls returning from war. “I only came down here to meet my cousin. Otherwise?” She shook her head with a huffed, faked laugh.

“A therapist, then?”

She shrugged and glanced over her shoulder as a loud truck rumbled past.

“It’s safe here,” I said, a part of me softening in ways I’d almost thought long gone from my personality since returning home and joining the Devil’s Outlaws. “Middle of D.C., people here who’ve gone through what you have, myself included, there’s nothing to be—”

Pop! Pop! Pop!

Instinctively, I grabbed Shelby and threw her to the ground behind the closest cement bench, crowding against her curled up form as burst shots sounded close by.

© Lynn Burke 2018

ADULT EXCERPT:

Appropriate or not, I rifled through Shelby’s bureau, pulling out comfortable-looking clothing rather than the sexy underthings I’d have loved to see on her body. The second she’d stripped down to a mere t-shirt, nipples pebbled from the cold air of the house, my dick had decided to fuck with the goddamn situation and enjoy the sights.

And her ass beneath those damn fatigues? Shit. Even better than I’d imagined.

I adjusted myself, teeth clenched, and made my way back across the hallway to the closed bathroom door. My soft knock went unanswered, and I opened the door enough to speak though. A blast of that herbal scent from her shampoo tightened my dick to the point of pain.

“I got you some clothes,” I said, slipping them onto the sink beside the door, keeping my gaze averted from the shower directly ahead.

“Thanks.” Her voice broke.

“You okay?” How many times had I asked her that, knowing she’d say yes even though she wasn’t? I wasn’t usually one for a loss of words. “Shelby?”

“Y—Yeah.” She sniffled a bit, and the shower shut off.

I forced myself to step back into the hall and quietly closed the door in front of me. Shelby had to be in shock—I wouldn’t put it past her to climb out of the shower without a thought of her nudity while I stood in the doorway.

Dick aching, hands clenched at my sides, I told myself she needed a friend, nothing more. Sitting on the edge of her bed to wait for her didn’t lessen the tight confines of my leathers. A bookshelf on the far wall held old paperbacks, pictures, and knickknacks, and even an old gray stuffed bunny that looked well-worn and well-loved.

I wondered at her life before that day, her childhood, what happy moments she’d tucked away in her memory. I wondered, too, at the life ahead of her and how she would cope with becoming a civilian again—alone, without family except for a cousin she wasn’t close with, and without the brotherhood-type club that had helped me.

While I expected she wouldn’t be able to handle group therapy, I knew of two therapists who would fit her in if asked. Talking her into it would be another matter altogether since most returning vets didn’t want to be seen as being weak—even though seeking help wasn’t in my book.

With a shitty family—old, drunk dad, deceased mom, younger sister addicted to pain killers—I’d been thankful to find someone who helped me unload. I’d had a few girlfriends here and there, but none of them had understood my need for the Navy and the Outlaws after getting out. I needed that companionship, that brotherhood that gave my life meaning after struggling to adapt to home again.

Shelby’s arrival in the bedroom’s doorway prickled my skin with awareness and wiped all thoughts but her from my head.

Waves of damp red hair hung to her waist. She’d gone without the bra I’d included in the pile of clothes, and the tight t-shirt revealed every goddamn curve of her plump tits, including her tightened nipples.

I clenched my teeth and tore my gaze off her before my eyes could eat up her long legs encased in dark leggings and wonder at the color of hair hiding her pussy. “Come over here,” I said, pulling back her comforter and angling my body away from hers to hide my straining erection.

She obeyed without a word, curling on her side to face me, hands folded beneath her cheek. Light blue eyes fringed with equally pale lashes with a hint of red at their tips, peered up at me as I slouched to a crouch beside her bed.

My hand moved on its own to smooth strands of her hair away from her face, and she sighed, her eyelids fluttering shut beneath my touch, her freckles stark against her pale skin. “Will you stay while I sleep?”

“If you want me to.”

“Yes. Beside me, please.” Her brow furrowed. “I—I can’t be alone right now.”

Knowing there was no way in fuck I could crawl under the covers and hold her close, I laid down on top of her comforter behind her after texting Brewer to let him know I wouldn’t be returning to the compound that night. Shelby turned and tucked herself into me the best she could considering the blankets between us and let out another sigh.

“Thank you for saving my life and bringing me home.”

“Thank you for allowing me to be your knight in shining armor.”

A huff of light laughter escaped her, and my lips responded. I pulled her closer, settling her cheek on my chest and rubbed my fingertips against her scalp.

“Promise you’ll be here when I wake?” she murmured, her voice fading.

“Promise, sweet thing. Close your eyes and sleep. I’ll keep you safe.”

© Lynn Burke 2018

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Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

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Up In Flames

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Hellfire Texas Book 6  by Elle James

 

Blurb:

Former Army Ranger Chance Grayson takes chances like his name, he’s the wild child of the Grayson brothers. After his 4th tour to Afghanistan and Iraq, he left the military and returned home to Hellfire, TX. An adrenaline junky he’s afraid to slow down, afraid the memories of war will catch up. He rides a motorcycle and lives at the ranch when not at the fire station.
A former dog handler in the Army, Kate Bradley left the military and adopted her military war dog. She hired onto the sheriff’s department on the condition the dog came with her. New in town, she moves into a garage apartment and goes to work, busting bad guys.

Chance teams with Kate to find a local arsonist bent on blowing up Hellfire. While working close together to determine whether their bogey is operating on his own or is an ISIS recruit, the firefighter and the deputy spark the tinders of desire threatening to go up in flames. 

Elle James Website: https://ellejames.com/

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Run to You

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by Lara Adrian

 

Blurb:

Once a celebrated model, Evelyn Beckham dominated the fashion runways of New York, Paris, and Milan. But life under the lights nearly destroyed her, and at the height of her career she walked away from it all. Now, five years later, Eve’s built a new life at the helm of Manhattan’s premier high-end lingerie boutique, L’opale. Chosen to design the bridal ensemble for billionaire Dominic Baine’s fiancée, Avery Ross, it seems Eve’s stars have finally realigned-until her return to the spotlight thrusts her into the crosshairs of a danger that’s been watching from the shadows, waiting for the chance to strike.

Gabriel Noble didn’t go to war to become a hero, but when he returned from the battlefield in Afghanistan it was with a chest full of medals and a broken body filled with shrapnel. Losing his leg derailed more than Gabe’s career, and when no one else was willing to take a chance on him, Baine International put him on their security team. Now, Gabe would do anything for Dominic Baine-including keeping a covert, protective eye on beautiful Evelyn Beckham as a personal favor to his boss and friend. But keeping Eve safe means keeping her close, and soon the lines between duty and desire begin to blur into a consuming passion too powerful to be denied. With Eve’s life in escalating peril and her faith in him certain to shatter, Gabe will have to risk everything to protect her while facing the most intense fight of his life . . . the battle for Eve’s heart.

 

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REVIEW:

Review Rating:  5

Reviewed by: TracieR

Sexy, suspenseful and satisfying!! Run To You, continues on from the fabulous 100 series and is the captivating story of Gabriel and Evelyn. Well written with wonderful characters and a thrillingly engaging storyline. I would recommend you add this one to your library, I will definitely be reading more of these stories and others by this fabulous author

New MC Romance from Lynn Burke

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#MCRomance #Erotic #Suspense #Series #HEA

Gunner’s Flame

Devil’s Outlaws 2

By Lynn Burke

Publisher: Changeling Press

World-WideRelease Date: April 5, 2019

Keywords: MC Romance, Contemporary, Erotic, Romantic Suspense, Veterans, PTSD, Alpha Biker, Military, SEAL, Series, HEA

Will Gunner choose to stand with his loyal Outlaw brothers or will he choose the path that crosses them—and leads him right into her arms?

Blurb:

Mitch “Gunner” Flannigan rules the Devil’s Outlaws with a firm hand, one trained by his stint in the SEALs, yet tempered by empathy for other vets. When a curvy redhead in Army fatigues snags his attention—and puts him in the line of fire—he’s torn between wanting to bury himself between her lush thighs and helping to ease her return to American soil.

The recent death of Shelby’s mother and her cousin’s terrorizing only adds to the PTSD hindering her return to civilian life. Flames ignite when she’s thrown into Gunner’s arms, where she also finds safety with someone who understands her struggles.

Attempts on Gunner’s life threaten their future, but so do the secrets Shelby withholds from him. When those secrets come to light Gunner will have a decision to make. Will he choose to stand with his loyal Outlaw brothers or will he choose the path that crosses them—and leads him right into her arms?

Warning: Contains adult content, graphic violence, and dark emotional scenarios that may trigger some readers.

PURCHASE LINKS:

Changeling Press – 15% sale: www.changelingpress.com/gunner-s-flame-devil-s-outlaws-mc-2-b-2851

Amazon Universal Link: http://mybook.to/GUNNERSFLAME

B&N: www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1130959894

Kobo: www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/gunner-s-flame

iTunes: itunes.apple.com/us/book/gunners-flame/id1457275424

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PG EXCERPT:

“You look like you could use some help,” I said, coming to stand in front of her. At six-foot-two, I towered over most women, but the flame-haired beauty didn’t have to crane her neck much to keep our gazes connected. Pale lashes, red at the tips, framed eyes blue as a summer sky, wide and a bit unfocused. Freckles covered her tanned skin, adding an innocent appearance that didn’t match her troubled eyes.

“G—Got a smoke?” she whispered and swallowed, the pulse in her neck galloping.

“Gave that sh** up a few years back.” My gaze lingered on her naked, plump lips. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” Her attempted smile faltered, and she ran her palms down her thighs. “Trying to adjust to being a civilian again. Crowds like this…”

“Been there.”

Her gaze snapped up from my leather vest with its patches declaring who I was. “Army?”

“Navy.”

She rubbed her naked lips together, and I stared. “Did you see any action?”

“Afghanistan.” I held up my hand. “Lost these two fingers, lost my ability to be a SEAL, and got an honorable discharge when my contract expired.” I glanced from one of her pale eyes to the other, trying to read the turmoil inside. “You?”

She swallowed again and nodded, glancing around.

I knew when not to pry. “I’m Gunner.” I held out my whole hand, and the touch of her soft grip raced a shot of lust straight to my groin.

“Shelby.”

Escaped tendrils of her hair blew over her freckled face in a breeze that held no hint of fall air. “Got a red ’66 Shelby in my garage at home.”

A bit of life lightened her gaze. “My father might have had a thing for mustangs once upon a time.”

“I like him already,” I said with a grin, finally releasing my hold on her hand.

“He passed a few years ago.”

My lips flat-lined, and I shoved my hands in my pockets as the desire to wrap her up in my arms and comfort her made me twitch. I was all about getting some, but the emotional connection? I sure as f*** wasn’t looking for that sh** since I had enough of my own to deal with. “Sorry for your loss.”

“Thanks.” She glanced over her shoulder and wrapped her own arms around her midsection, needing that hug my body wanted to offer even if my brain didn’t.

Deflated but not defeated for possibly hooking up with Shelby in the future, I angled my thoughts toward being her friend. I wasn’t a total douche, after all. “Do you have a support group? They’re great for helping vets like us transition back to civilian life.”

“No. I just got back home three weeks ago.”

“There’s lots of groups—I can give you some names and numbers.” I wanted to offer my own, but bit my tongue.

“I have crowd issues.” Her voice small, gaze flitting—she was similar to many such souls returning from war. “I only came down here to meet my cousin. Otherwise?” She shook her head with a huffed, faked laugh.

“A therapist, then?”

She shrugged and glanced over her shoulder as a loud truck rumbled past.

“It’s safe here,” I said, a part of me softening in ways I’d almost thought long gone from my personality since returning home and joining the Devil’s Outlaws. “Middle of D.C., people here who’ve gone through what you have, myself included, there’s nothing to be—”

Pop! Pop! Pop!

Instinctively, I grabbed Shelby and threw her to the ground behind the closest cement bench, crowding against her curled up form as burst shots sounded close by.

© Lynn Burke 2018

ADULT EXCERPT:

Appropriate or not, I rifled through Shelby’s bureau, pulling out comfortable-looking clothing rather than the sexy underthings I’d have loved to see on her body. The second she’d stripped down to a mere t-shirt, nipples pebbled from the cold air of the house, my dick had decided to fuck with the goddamn situation and enjoy the sights.

And her ass beneath those damn fatigues? Shit. Even better than I’d imagined.

I adjusted myself, teeth clenched, and made my way back across the hallway to the closed bathroom door. My soft knock went unanswered, and I opened the door enough to speak though. A blast of that herbal scent from her shampoo tightened my dick to the point of pain.

“I got you some clothes,” I said, slipping them onto the sink beside the door, keeping my gaze averted from the shower directly ahead.

“Thanks.” Her voice broke.

“You okay?” How many times had I asked her that, knowing she’d say yes even though she wasn’t? I wasn’t usually one for a loss of words. “Shelby?”

“Y—Yeah.” She sniffled a bit, and the shower shut off.

I forced myself to step back into the hall and quietly closed the door in front of me. Shelby had to be in shock—I wouldn’t put it past her to climb out of the shower without a thought of her nudity while I stood in the doorway.

Dick aching, hands clenched at my sides, I told myself she needed a friend, nothing more. Sitting on the edge of her bed to wait for her didn’t lessen the tight confines of my leathers. A bookshelf on the far wall held old paperbacks, pictures, and knickknacks, and even an old gray stuffed bunny that looked well-worn and well-loved.

I wondered at her life before that day, her childhood, what happy moments she’d tucked away in her memory. I wondered, too, at the life ahead of her and how she would cope with becoming a civilian again—alone, without family except for a cousin she wasn’t close with, and without the brotherhood-type club that had helped me.

While I expected she wouldn’t be able to handle group therapy, I knew of two therapists who would fit her in if asked. Talking her into it would be another matter altogether since most returning vets didn’t want to be seen as being weak—even though seeking help wasn’t in my book.

With a shitty family—old, drunk dad, deceased mom, younger sister addicted to pain killers—I’d been thankful to find someone who helped me unload. I’d had a few girlfriends here and there, but none of them had understood my need for the Navy and the Outlaws after getting out. I needed that companionship, that brotherhood that gave my life meaning after struggling to adapt to home again.

Shelby’s arrival in the bedroom’s doorway prickled my skin with awareness and wiped all thoughts but her from my head.

Waves of damp red hair hung to her waist. She’d gone without the bra I’d included in the pile of clothes, and the tight t-shirt revealed every goddamn curve of her plump tits, including her tightened nipples.

I clenched my teeth and tore my gaze off her before my eyes could eat up her long legs encased in dark leggings and wonder at the color of hair hiding her pussy. “Come over here,” I said, pulling back her comforter and angling my body away from hers to hide my straining erection.

She obeyed without a word, curling on her side to face me, hands folded beneath her cheek. Light blue eyes fringed with equally pale lashes with a hint of red at their tips, peered up at me as I slouched to a crouch beside her bed.

My hand moved on its own to smooth strands of her hair away from her face, and she sighed, her eyelids fluttering shut beneath my touch, her freckles stark against her pale skin. “Will you stay while I sleep?”

“If you want me to.”

“Yes. Beside me, please.” Her brow furrowed. “I—I can’t be alone right now.”

Knowing there was no way in fuck I could crawl under the covers and hold her close, I laid down on top of her comforter behind her after texting Brewer to let him know I wouldn’t be returning to the compound that night. Shelby turned and tucked herself into me the best she could considering the blankets between us and let out another sigh.

“Thank you for saving my life and bringing me home.”

“Thank you for allowing me to be your knight in shining armor.”

A huff of light laughter escaped her, and my lips responded. I pulled her closer, settling her cheek on my chest and rubbed my fingertips against her scalp.

“Promise you’ll be here when I wake?” she murmured, her voice fading.

“Promise, sweet thing. Close your eyes and sleep. I’ll keep you safe.”

© Lynn Burke 2018

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Unkilted by Erin O’Quinn

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Unkilted
The Renegade and the Runaway I
Erin O’Quinn
An mm historical enemies-to-lovers romance
Approx. 62.5 K words

✅ Enemies to Lovers
✅ Slow Burn
✅ Slow Reveal
✅ Family Secrets
✅ Part I of The Renegade and the Runaway (2 novels)

The Story
Gregory MacGregor is a Highlander, a moody, angry outlaw who calls himself Grier Black. The British crown has taken his clan name, his tartan, his dagger, and his very honor. His mission in life is one of lawless rebellion.
Iain Stewart is Grier’s uncle, a man who has lost both his brother and his beloved wife. He lives apart from his family in the tall dark city of Edinburgh, where he follows his wits and instincts to help the survival of his clan.
On the eve of a revolution, David Campbell, son of a Colonial American printer, falls afoul of occupying Redcoats. He runs straight into the hands of a ship’s captain and a lecherous opportunist. Weeks later, he finds himself in a place of peril far from home, surrounded by strangers who despise all Campbells.
…And all hell breaks loose before heaven can intervene.

Unkilted is a slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers tale with a few twists and wynds along the way. A sequel titled Unbroken is in progress.

Excerpt 

>>>Chapter Eight<<<
Interlude
David was in turn mystified, charmed, saddened, and choked with desperate desire. Long he lay in the pallet, tossing on the hard bed redolent of unseen mountains, cupping himself, wondering at the way his small world had become a universe of possibilities.
I want him to desire me…in a different way from Archer…the way I have sometimes dreamed. In the way of David and Jonathan…the same way I want him.
Once, with his far away associate Alan, he had thrilled to the light touch of another man. That was an infinity ago, in a time and place forever lost, and it had lasted mere moments. This new excitement would not leave his flesh, or his fantasies.
He is to be my trainer, hardly my lover. He comes to this place to find women. He lives and thinks at cross-purposes to my own beliefs. Be careful, David.
But he could not expunge from his mind the thought of touching and kissing Grier Black.
Yes, a black fox. He thought about the words he had read in Shakespeare…Lean and hungry.
Finally, testicles swollen, throbbing with the pain of holding back, he stroked himself until his hands were wet with spilled longing, and then he slept.
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Grier could not sleep. He had unrolled his saddle blanket near Corbie, where his stallion
stood in a half-doze. The large animal would lie down later, when deep sleep pulled him to the fragrant new grass.
He lay on his back gazing at the same stars and the same moon he and David had seen half an hour ago. Then, the sky had shimmered with the kind of light he had rarely seen. It had been a canopy of unknown and unknowable mystery, in a singular moment of peace.
He tried to forget the image of the flaxen-haired young man bent like a crescent moon over a reflecting pool…his comely buttocks flexing in mute acceptance of his own renegade eyes…
Stop, Gregory MacGregor. The lad is an innocent in a world of corrupt men.
Never, in all the years he had desired other men, never before had he made love with his tone of voice and the inflections of his speech, with the silent language of his body. He was too restless, too much in a hurry to find the next moor and drink from the burn that lay just over the next hill. He was always trying to escape…something. Some wayward phantom that had never revealed itself.
Och, he had never showed himself so openly…not until tonight. Now, turning once more
onto his stomach, he cursed himself—again—for his obvious show of lust to a boy who had already suffered the worst of vile humanity.
Let it go. Let sleep come…

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Find an extended excerpt here on my blog Man in Romance (side images
#NSFW):
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Guest author: Lynn Burke presents Finding Freedom MMF – January 7, 2019

Mary's Ménages Reviews & Promos

Publisher: Self Pub
originally published with Roane Publishing
Date of release: Jan 7, 2019
ISBN or ASIN: ASIN – B07MHFTSN8
Length: 118 pages

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Finding Freedom is the second in my Found by Fate series and was originally published with Roane Publishing. This edition includes the free read ‘morning after’ short story, Freedom Found, as bonus material, and although it’s the second in a series, it can be read as a standalone. As always with my works, that HEA we all desire and love comes for the heroine.

Finding Freedom was my first MMF story—and I haven’t looked back since. There is just something about the bisexual part of a ménage that tickles my fantasy bones. 😉

Lynn Burke

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Will two men be Tessa’s ticket to freedom – or her one way trip to eternal…

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Men of Wollenscroft Hall Blog Tour

Love With a Notorious Rake
Men of Wollstonecraft Hall Book 3
by Karyn Gerrard
Genre: Historical Romance
He’s as dangerous as he is irresistible . . .
The heir to his family’s fortune, Aidan Wollstonecraft is ready to put
his prodigal ways in the past and prove himself worthy of his
illustrious name. Going undercover in a factory to expose the
wretched working conditions, Aidan believes his noble act will lead
him to a better future. Until he’s reunited with the sweet beauty
who saw him through his darkest days. Cristyn Bevan stirs him like no
other woman before. Makes him yearn to claim her, despite the damning
curse that dooms any Wollstonecraft wife to an all-too-early death .. .
To fall for Aidan would be her undoing. Yet, something about the
blue-blooded scoundrel draws Cristyn to him like a moth to a deadly
flame. Is it a desire to heal him that keeps the lovely nurse close?
Or her secret hope that somehow, some way, Aidan can let go of his
dark past and see the light—and the love—waiting for him?
Karyn Gerrard writes very enjoyable, richly textured historical
romances.”
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Scandal with a Sinful Scot
Men of Wollstoncraft Hall Book 2
You must lock away your heart at all costs.”
Falling in love was the darkest moment of Garrett Wollstonecraft’s
privileged youth, even as he and Abigail Hughes shared a blissful
summer of passionate promise. Sworn to keep Abigail safe from the
curse plaguing generations of Wollstonecraft men, Garrett sacrificed
his future happiness. Now, fourteen years after he lost his heart,
Abigail reenters his life. But the woman who arrives unannounced at
his ancestral manor is very different from the sheltered girl Garrett
once knew.
The widow of a country doctor, Abigail can’t forgive Garrett for his
cruel rejection. Yet she can no longer keep the truth from him—a
secret that could have resulted in her ruin. But as the embers of
desire reignite, and Abigail and Garrett slowly rebuild trust, a
malicious enemy plots against them. Is their love strong enough to
break free from the sins of the past—and to end the tragic cycle
that consigns Garrett to a life of loneliness?
Marriage with a Proper Stranger
Men of Wollstonecraft Hall Book 1
Build a wall about your heart.”
Riordan Wollstonecraft labors under the heavy burden of his forebears. For
generations, a curse has followed the dashing young men of his
family, guaranteeing the women they love an untimely death.The
youngest grandson of the Earl of Wollstonecraft Hall, charismatic
Riordan is quietly resigned to his fate, an educator who devotes his
life to good works, and ignores any longing for something more . . .
Widowed and penniless, Lady Sabrina Lakeside is desperate to avoid a second
forced betrothal—this time to an aged marquess. Her chance
encounter with Riordan leads her to an impulsive offer: a temporary
marriage of convenience that could benefit them both. His agreement
is as surprising as it is welcome. Before long, Riordan’s keen
intellect and kind words have Sabrina rethinking her plans of a union
in name only. But her new husband is holding something back. Will
giving in to their tantalizing passion lead her only to further
heartache . . . or could it be the first step toward healing them both?
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Karyn Gerrard, born and raised in the Maritime Provinces of Eastern Canada,
now makes her home in a small town in Northwestern Ontario. When
she’s not cheering on the Red Sox or travelling in the summer with
her teacher husband, she writes, reads romance, and drinks copious
amounts of Earl Grey tea.
Even at a young age Karyn’s storytelling skills were apparent, thrilling
her fellow Girl Guides with off-the-cuff horror stories around the
campfire. A multi-published author, she loves to write sensual
historicals and contemporaries. Tortured heroes are an absolute must.
As long as she can avoid being hit by a runaway moose in her wilderness
paradise she assumes everything is golden. Karyn’s been happily
married for a long time to her own hero. His encouragement and loving
support keeps her moving forward.
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