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Wolven by Silvia Stancil

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“Wolven” is the third book in my Club Heat series, and I became inspired as usual by the idea of my heroine. All my heroines seem to be a little piece of myself from some time in my life that I break off and toy around with by throwing into various situations. Rachel McGee is a sweetheart of a person, but unfortunately, she’s anxious as hell and mixed up in matters of the heart. She really reminds me of myself before I found my Mr. Right, and I think I channeled that chapter of my life with startling accuracy.

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Rachel McGee is going undercover at Club Heat. Under the order of her domineering boyfriends, Samael and Chadwick, the leaders of the fire vampires, Rachel is to find out everything she can about the shifters in order to bring their kind down and bring Samael to power. But when Rachel gets to know a gorgeous pair of wolf shifters named Charlie and Frank, her heart begins to stray…and feel for the first time in years.

Has Rachel been living a lie with Samael and Chadwick? Can she bring herself to take down the wolves, or will she betray the only love she’s ever known?

EXCERPT:

“Who loves you?” Samael asked, his face serious in the moonlight as Rachel wrapped her arms around his chest.

“You, I hope,” she said, bringing up one hand up to twirl her hair around her finger.

“How was work?” he asked. “Find anything useful for me?”

There he went again. All business. Rachel rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I found out the shifter fucker is a pretty nice girl.”

Samael returned the eye roll. “And?”

Rachel hesitated. Something felt wrong, really wrong. She couldn’t bring herself to tell him where the shifters lived. But why?

“You holding something back from me?” he asked gruffly, and he took her chin in his hand with more than a little force.

“The shifters,” Rachel stammered. “They all live in those new condos on fifth. At least, Janika said most of them did.”

“She coming out anytime soon?” he asked, his gaze darting to the back door and then back to Rachel. “I saw this little alleyway out here and the wheels just started turning.” His hands slid down and around her hips, his fingers easily finding their way between the fabric of her jeans and fondling the area.

A sigh escaped Rachel, and she was taken again in the warmth of his kiss. All worries of Janika and the shifters rolled away into his touch. She knew what he wanted, and he proved her theory when he slid a kiss down her neck and buried it in her bosom.

Chadwick’s hands met her jeans and she felt the button pop, the garment sliding down and around her ankles in a smooth transition. Chadwick’s lips kissed the soft curves of her hips and ass, tickling and teasing as he slid her panties off and around her ankle.

Rachel giggled and Samael flipped her around so that he was behind her, running his tongue along her neck as Chadwick’s mouth found its way between her legs, covering her bloated nub in wet kisses and pecks. She moaned as Samael slid a finger down her backside and rested it inside her. It was only a moment before she came.

Samael’s free hand covered her mouth as she moaned the orgasm away into his flesh. He tickled his fingers across her lips and moved aside to pull the ladder of the fire escape closer to the ground.

Rachel bent over and gripped it, letting out a little sigh as Samael’s fingers left and Chadwick’s cock replaced them.

Samael pulled her top down to expose her breasts, fondling the length of her nipples between his fingers as Chadwick picked up to a steady rhythm inside her.

Chadwick slid back, done after only a few gratifying minutes, and Samael’s thick member slid inside of her wet asshole, moving around her in a circular motion.

Rachel shuddered as the nerves inside the gently used tunnel came to life, the way they always did when she was with the vampire. If only she could get her heart to agree with her body, they would be perfect lovers. The melancholy thought was dismissed as two of Samael’s fingers slid inside of her pussy and twirled, feeling her out.

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Storm Season by Nicola Cameron

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Thanks for letting me come on your blog today! I’m really excited about the release of Storm Season — not only is it my first full-length novel, it’s also the first book in my Olympic Cove series, which is best described as "Humans, Greek Gods, and mythological creatures must band together in Florida to save Earth from an insane deity who wants to remake the planet in its own diseased image. No pressure." The entire series is fantasy erotic romance with science fiction and action/adventure elements; pairing-wise, the first two books in the series are MMM, the third and fifth books are MMF, the fourth book is MMMFF (oh, I’m looking forward to writing THAT), and the sixth book is MF. Yeah, I was never all that good about coloring inside the lines…

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Ian West had his summer all planned out — go down to Florida, stay in his family’s beach cottage on Olympic Cove, and work on his science fiction novel. But his plans get thrown for a loop when gorgeous twin sea gods Bythos and Aphros show up in the cove and inform him he’s their fated consort.

As if that wasn’t enough, something in the Gulf of Mexico is turning mermaids into legendary monsters and gods into demons. Now, Ian not only has to navigate the complicated waters of a ménage relationship with twin sea gods, he also has to stop an insane deity and save the whole damn planet.

No pressure.

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EXCERPT

“So … you just waited for me? All this time?”

“Yes,” Bythos said. “And you finally returned to us, and dreamed of us as we dreamed of you.” With care, he slid an arm around Ian. “I meant what I said earlier. We will never harm you, and we will never force you into anything you don’t want to do. But we need you, Ian, just as you need us.”

“We do need you,” Aphros said, moving in to lay the softest of kisses on Ian’s shoulder. “You’re the sun and the moon to us. We’ve dreamed about you for so long. Please, Ian, let us love you.”

Ian shivered at the softness of the demigod’s lips as they feathered along his shoulder, tracing the curve to his neck. His desire bloomed again, a warm heaviness settling in his groin. “You dreamed about me?” he whispered.

“Every night,” Aphros said. “You have no idea how you tormented us with your skin, the sounds you made.”

“And your taste,” Bythos murmured, leaning in now and brushing the tip of his tongue over Ian’s skin. “I can’t describe how delicious you are. You taste like everything good in the world. Like home.”

“Like ours,” Aphros said.

Ian moaned at the sensation of their mouths on his neck, their hands wandering across his chest, plucking gently at his nipples. “Oh, God,” he breathed.

“Gods, actually,” Aphros said, lifting his mouth from Ian’s neck for a moment. “Well, demigods, but still.”

“Aph, shut up,” Bythos said, sliding a broad, warm palm around Ian’s jaw and pulling him closer. “We have better things to do.”

BIO

Nicola Cameron is an expatriate Chicagoan who has lived in England, Canada, Holland, and Sweden, and keeps a confusing amalgamation of languages in her head as a result. Currently located in the clavicle of Texas, she has finally mastered the proper use of "y’all," much to her Chicago family’s dismay.

Despite a healthy interest in sex since puberty, it wasn’t until 2012 that Nicola decided to try writing about it. As it turned out, the skills she picked up during her SF writing career transferred rather nicely to erotic romance. When not writing, she wrangles cats, smooches her husband, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture…).

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Delivery Disaster Delight by Brandy Michelle

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Delivery Disaster Delight 

Blurb:
Alex works for a local florist, delivering flowers and other romantic tokens. When his company ventures into an online business of discretely delivering sex toys, will his last delivery be more than he bargained for?

Excerpt 3:

“Well this is not something I usually do on deliveries, but since this is my last one for the night, and an extremely hot woman is asking, I don’t think I can say no,” he answered with a slight smile. He followed Alana through the foyer into the kitchen. He looked around the kitchen and realized he was turned on by the look of it, with dark red walls, stainless steel appliances, and scarlet recycled glass tiles covering the countertops. It was his dream kitchen, which made him like Alana even more. If that is what her kitchen looked like, I wonder what secrets her bedroom hold. He watched Alana walk over to the counter where she picked up the bottle of red wine and poured two glasses. Alana walked over to him and handed him a glass. He brought it to his mouth, and smelled the sweet scent and took a sip. It was a combination he had never tasted before, a strawberry and chocolate type of mix, but he appreciated it. He found himself staring at her as she sipped her wine, moaning as she savored it. The sound made his pants tighten, and a chill ran down his spine. This woman was unlike any he had ever encountered. She had a sensual and classy aura about her. She carried herself like she knew what she was doing and what effect she had on him

BRANDY MICHELLE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Red Light Special by Gynger Fyer

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He says he’s innocent…
Bronte Montoya world falls apart when she is confronted with her husband’s infidelity, but was he really unfaithful?

He sure looks guilty…

Roman Ernesto Montoya maintains his innocence. The only problem, he can’t tell his wife the truth…just yet.

EXCERPTS:

Bronte Montoya was cursed with lateness. She was late being born, late to start school, late to her prom, late to her wedding, and from the looks of it, she was going to be late to her divorce.
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Roman Ernesto Montoya looked at his expensive watch. He was going to be late. The elevator was nearly full and would likely stop at every floor on the way up. When a guy carrying a bunch of shiny, silver-backed balloons hopped on, his mood darkened. This month used to be a special time for him and his wife…used to be. So far she had refused all the flowers he’d sent to her and turned down nearly all his calls and invitations to meet. They’d only spoken twice in two months.
…
The elevator bounced once and then stopped. Ernesto waited a moment until he felt safe moving.
He could only partially see her face but he knew who she was. Her hair was totally different, parted down the center and falling in a cascade on both sides of a beautiful oval-shaped face, which had been his morning Renoir for the last ten years. He’d seen that face filled with joy when they’d gotten married, contorted in pain during the birth of their children, wrinkled in concern when he was feeling ill, and awash in ecstasy as he bought her to pleasure during their lovemaking.
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Hanging up, Ernesto looked over to Bronte whose body was silhouetted by the glow from the buttons. It was amazing how far away she seemed even in the tiny elevator. He’d done that to them, all in the name of protecting what he now realized didn’t really matter. If he lost his family in the process… If he lost Bronte…
You are not going to lose her. All this will be over, today. Then the hard part begins, he assured himself.
“So, what do we do now?” Her voice was clipped as she crossed her arms over her chest and looked forward.
Ernesto could see her stiffened spine in the soft lighting. It was then that he fully noticed all her changes. Gone were the soft, feminine pant suits, and comfortably low heels. In their place was living breathing sexiness. To his dismay, Bronte had lost a good bit of weight since he’d last seen her. He’d always rejoiced at her curves, loving the slightly protruding flesh of her belly and her curvy hips, which led into thick thighs. Her breasts were small and flat, more nipple than anything else. Bronte hated her breasts, always wanting them to be bigger, fuller. Ernesto preferred them the way they were. He loved the way her nipples jutted out, so prominent and bold. Perfect for his tongue to flick and suckle, perfect for him. Bronte was the quintessential pear shape and he relished sinking his teeth into her juicy goodness. The thought of tasting her lips and sucking her large nipples, which were nearly obsidian against her dark brown skin, had his mouth watering and his cock stiffening.

BIO:

I’m Gynger Fyer (pronounced Ginger Fire) and I pen Interracial/Multi-cultural romance and erotic fiction. Like my name, I like my stories to be bold, spicy and fiery! 
I am an avid reader and fan of romance and erotic fiction.Writing has always been a passion of mine. I believe it’s important to follow your dreams and passions so here I am.
Love, Romance, Relationships and yes, Sex are constant themes in my writing because I believe in being open to the beauty of them. I am intrigued with the journeys we embark upon in the pursuit of Love, Romance, Relationships and Sex. My goal as a writer is to introduce you to characters who are on their journey to find that which is unshakable, unfailable and true. 
I love and respect life and all of it’s contradictions. I seek to use those life experiences in my stories. For me, it all starts out with one question…"WHAT IF?.."
As stated in "The Matrix" movie…"It’s the question that drives us." 
So, I’m in back seat with my laptop, just seeing where the questions take me. 
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The Wager by Raven McAllan

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the-wager1sSometimes something just doesn’t go as planned but better. Or so you hope.

The Wager was a bit like that. I had no idea until I started writing how much fun I was going to have telling Catherine and Brooke’s story. They are both very determined individuals, and I had a ball listening to them trying to best each other. However until I began to write their story, I had no idea how different it was going to be…well in some ways. Cryptic? You betcha, after all I need to give you some reason to think oooh, I’m going to read that…

The Wager… Blurb

Catherine is in despair. Her brother has lost a wager and the prize is her.

The winner is the one person she dare not be in thrall to. How will she cope?

Brook suggests they wager on the outcome of the previous bet, but he intends to win.

What happens is more than either of them anticipates.

Here’s a wee teaser…

As Brook had deliberately chosen not to bring his valet, his toilet was completed with little delay. A swift bath, and an elegant, but plain set of clothing. His cravat was tied simply and his coat fitted, but not so much that he could not dress himself. At five and thirty, Lord Brook Fredericks was a man who was happy in his own skin and it showed. Well before the appointed hour was over, he stood in the drawing room, and contemplated the Geneva on the side table. She used to enjoy a secret glass with him. Would she still?
He didn’t have long to wait to find out. He had not been waiting more than ten minutes when Catherine appeared. Her appearance took his breath away. Her hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of burnished silk, the flowers above each ear a pale contrast. The dress he had chosen and left for her in her room was a perfect foil for her dark loveliness. It shimmered in the lamplight and caressed her body like a lover. Brook’s body stiffened, his manhood stood to attention and pressed against his pantaloons. She was every man’s desire.
He bowed, elegance personified. “My love, you are everything a man could wish for.” He spoke the truth. She was everything a man could hope for. “My body aches to taste you, to fill you and to make you mine. Are you ready to eat?”
She stared and then to his amazement, she giggled.
“Eat food? Oh yes my lord, I am famished. Shall we?” Catherine blushed as she held her arm out to him.
So is she saying she wants nothing else? Or she may eat other things, as in me? He was not sure he dared ask. Instead he escorted her into the dining room and seated her at a table set for two. The lights were low, the atmosphere intimate. Brook knew with certainty, how he wanted the night to end. With him buried deep inside her, hearing her murmurs of surrender, and her cries of completion. If only.
“As am I. But do we both yearn for the same food?”
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Catherine heard his riposte and her body responded with a surge of heat that made her nipples harden. There was no way she could let him know how she reacted to him. For many years now she had schooled herself to deny her reaction to his presence. Now, it was nigh on impossible to show those feelings. Especially as her mama had schooled her that no lady would ever be foolish enough to express her emotions in public, or to a man. So here she was all these years later, with the man she had loved so much that she had denied him as her husband rather than subject him to the shame her father had heaped on them.
“I do not know, my lord,” she said, hoping her composure was enough to carry her answer. “Perhaps we will see…later.”

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She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.

A lover of reading, she appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into the lives of those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research for her books almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she realizes she’s strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a paragraph has been added to her WIP.

Her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.

 

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Bound (The Bound Tetralogy)

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Blurb:

“I am your heaven. I am your hell. I’m under your skin, in your veins, in your soul. I am everywhere.”

Liz Triest just moved into a row house in an historic neighborhood of Albany, New York. After a break up with her fiancé of seven years, she is determined to make a fresh start, and most of all, never to fall in love again. But even Liz’s self-protecting walls built from a broken heart are not strong enough to withstand the unrelenting force of the beautiful, mysterious, and supernatural Isaac Ainsley.

Excerpt:

“You scared me!”

“Forgive me; that was not my intent.”

“Now my suspicion has been confirmed,” said Liz.

“Which is?”

“That you are stalking me.”

The man threw his head back and laughed. “Did it ever occur to you that you are everywhere I go?”

“On Charlie’s roof?” Her eyebrows furrowed.

“I just wanted to see the city from a different vantage point.”

“What vantage point would that be?”

“Yours.”

They stood there for a moment gazing at each other. His presence was enchanting, yet ominous. Intriguing, yet scary. Liz swam in a sea of emotions. The man stood by patiently, as if he were waiting for her to come around.

“Who are you?” Her voice was so soft that she didn’t know if he would hear.

“Isaac Ainsley.”

She noticed that he wore a black trench coat, which seemed to flow behind him like a cape. He moved toward her slowly, as if he were trying to tame a wild animal. Silly. If anyone were wild, it was he. He stood about two feet from her, and Liz looked up at him, astonished again at how he towered over her.

“May I ask you something?”

She nodded with hesitation.

“What are you searching for?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Yes, you do.” He lowered his eyes.

Liz shrugged. “If you mean in life….health, happiness….”

“No, that’s not it,” Isaac’s accented voice echoed. “There is a burning in your soul so great that it seeps through your every pore. It radiates from you. Tell me what it is.”

“I’ve had a long night. I’m not trying to be rude, but….”

“Would you like me to leave?”

But strangely, Liz did not want him to leave. She ignored the question, hoping he would not notice. But she knew he would, as he was keen and perceptive.

“How do we keep meeting this way? How do you always know where I am?” she asked.

“I believe you know how,” he said, with a smile in his eyes.

Liz could hear The Killing Moon by Echo and the Bunnymen playing in the bar beneath their feet.

Fate up against your will….

Through the thick and thin

He will wait until you give yourself to him….

He edged closer to her again, this time taking ownership of the space between them. Isaac was a mere six inches from Liz. She was mesmerized by his blue eyes, which seemed to glow in the dark.

“May I answer the question for you?” Isaac said, as if he were asking Liz permission to help her.

She was silent. She felt paralyzed, and her breathing became shallow. Placing his hands on her shoulders, Isaac leaned in and put his mouth to her ear. His breath was warm and sweet smelling, like honey.

“You yearn for a love that is unrelenting, a love that is obsessive and addictive. You long to be dominated and enslaved by this love. You crave a level of eroticism and lust that is sinful.”

Liz closed her eyes as his voice swirled around her, making her head swim. Isaac took a step back, releasing her shoulders. When she opened her eyes, Liz found him looking at her, the way someone would look at fish in a bowl: observing, waiting.

“Ahhh.” He exhaled in pleasure. “Now we are getting somewhere.”

Bio:

Danielle E. Gauwain is an avid freelance writer of fiction, usually found lost in stacks of books at the library.  When not busy writing stories in her journal, she spends her time as an Occupational Therapy Assistant.  A native New Yorker, Danielle lives in San Angelo, Texas with her husband and daughter.

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Meet Jorja Lovett

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Under the Dom’s ThrallUTDT

Blurb

Life isn’t full of unicorns and rainbows for ICU nurse, Jade McKenna. Until a handsome stranger talks her down from the rooftop and into his bed, whisking her away into a night full of lust and excitement.

Isaac Cairns is drawn to the soulful Jade. She seems the perfect foil to his Dom and he can’t wait to taste her submission.

But will his dark secret send her running, or help her learn to live in the moment?

Excerpt

"How far are you willing to go for me, Jade?"

"I am yours to command, Master." It felt good to hand over all responsibility for her actions to someone else.

Isaac winced. Not the reaction she expected. "Don’t call me Master. It makes me sound like some sort of B-Movie cliché. I’ll admit it, I like to dominate in the bedroom, but I’d prefer it if you’d call me Sir."

"Yes, Sir." Reality drew further and further away, until cautious, boring Jade gave way to her daring alter ego.

Isaac stripped off his clothes, giving her an unimpeded view of his well-sculpted physique. If a man was going to be immortal, this was definitely the body he wanted for eternity. With perfect slabs of muscle dissecting his torso, and thighs of steel, this man had been preserved in his prime. Her eyes followed the treasure trail of hair from his navel down to the thick erect cock standing proudly and claiming her total attention.

He advanced on her, causing Jade’s inner prude to squeal and pass out, leaving the all-new Isaac-controlled sex doll in her place. She yielded as his mouth took possession of hers and let the momentum carry her up against the closed door. Whilst hands journeyed along the curve of her waist, his tongue explored her mouth, demanding her complete surrender.

Sandwiched between the solid wood door and Isaac’s rock hard body, Jade’s fragility was all too apparent, but she never felt threatened by her partner’s confidence. Those wayward hands travelled up her body, skimming her breasts past her distended nipples, and raising her arm above her head. The tight hold of his fingers around her wrist flooded her pussy with arousal as he displayed his strength and she was somewhat dismayed when his grip loosened, to be replaced with a softer binding.

On closer inspection she found her wrist held by some sort of black fabric. Isaac proceeded to fasten her other arm in a second restraint. "What the hell?"

The lascivious grin he gave her made her thankful for the supports keeping her suddenly weak body upright. "We need to set a few ground rules, Jade. Although I like to be in control, I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with. If at any time you want me to stop, we can use a safe word."

It seemed a tad too late to worry about her personal safety when she was naked and tied to a stranger’s bedroom door. Nonetheless, she blurted out the first thing that came into her head. "Holy water."

Probably the least effective vampire repellent of those she’d seen on TV, but it was a warning she hoped not to have to use.

He simply smiled. "Holy water it is, then. I also ask that you do everything I say. It is all to your benefit. However, if you should choose to ignore me, it will result in a punishment."

"What kind of punishment?" Jade’s stomach rolled at the darkening of his brown eyes.

"That is for me to decide, and you to enjoy."

Oh, Lord! Why is the threat of violence making me horny?

With painfully slow speed, his hands drifted back down her torso, stopping this time to pay homage to her suddenly heavy breasts. His long, cool fingers rolled her nipples into tight buds of need, ripe for the plucking. Incapacitated for the foreseeable future, there was nothing she could do about the trickle of her juices escaping along her inner thigh.

Isaac dipped his head and captured one nipple in a too-short courtship with his mouth, before heading due south. Jade squirmed in her restraints and tensed, but, totally at his mercy she couldn’t prevent him from going down on her. Even if she wanted to.

"You are not to come unless I expressly give you permission. Do you understand?" Isaac knelt between her legs and Jade thought she might spontaneously combust at the sight.

She nodded meekly and sucked in a shaky breath as Isaac took her weight on his shoulders. With her legs draped over his back, her buttocks in the palms of her hands, and her pussy on the end of his tongue, she surrendered her body completely.

She quivered as he buried himself between her legs, his tongue parting her pussy lips to delve inside. The earlier warning faded with every long stroke his tongue lavished around her clit. Her body thrummed with the essence of her own sexuality — a selfish state, where nothing mattered except the overwhelming bliss taking hold of her. With no physical means to halt the progress of her climax, and no apparent willpower, her body defied the order to abstain. Jade came with a powerful burst of molten release.

Isaac waited until he’d drawn every last delicious tremble from her before he scolded her. "I told you not to come."

The menace in his eyes sent her pulse skipping into orbit. "I’m sorry, Sir."

"You must be punished for disobeying me." He reached up to untie her wrists, grazing his body against her still-swollen nipples.

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The Wolf on the Hill – Blurb

Can two stubborn wolf shifters let down their guards long enough to take a chance on love?

Lone wolf Caleb Jackson is only back in town long enough to sell his late father’s house, and the bad memories with it. He never expected to find his mate.

Good girl Mia Blake never behaves badly. Except for the time she shifts into her wolf, chases a stranger through Olcan Hills, and has the hottest sex of her life on the forest floor.

He has no desire to settle down. She is afraid to upset her family. But, with someone determined to destroy Caleb’s inheritance, and his secret fling with Mia getting hot and heavy, moving on isn’t as easy as he’d hoped.

Can either of them let down their guards long enough to take a chance on love?

Meet G.E. Stills and his Succubus Vengeance

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Sleeping with her is a draining experience.

For hundreds of years Carina has killed those she is intimate with by draining their life force. That is her purpose, she is a succubus. When she meets Garron her life changes. She discovers she can allow those she is intimate with to live by only draining part of their life force. Being with him awakens something inside her that has been dormant for many years–– emotions. Her life is changed, but not everyone is happy about the new Carina.

Excerpt

A evening in the life of Carina the Succubus

Pulling her to her feet, Ken backed her to the couch and forced her into a seated position. Briefly he kissed her lips but she knew he had other goals in mind. She tilted her head back at his urging as he kissed his way down her neck.

A hiss of pleasure tumbled from her when Ken’s lips closed around her left nipple. He sucked it and laved her areola for some time. It rapidly peaked from his attentions. As did her other nipple. Ken shifted to her right breast and showered her nipple there with more attentions.

Carina smoothed her shaking hands over his back and let the emotions within her climb to a new level. Her ever-increasing need made her squirm. While he nearly devoured her breasts his hands were busy. He bunched her skirt up around her waist. His forefingers hooked under the thin strings of her panties and feverish hands tugged them over her hips. She raised her butt from the couch to allow him to pull them down further.

For the first time Carina allowed her head to tilt forward to look at the man giving her pleasure. He lifted first one of her legs and then the other removing her panties completely. He tossed the saturated item against the wall.

"Oh fuck me you’re bare." His whispered words rose to her.

She let him spread her legs wide exposing herself more.

"Oh God," Carina cried out and moaned as his mouth descended on her sex. His tongue delved between her smooth folds driving deep into her. Obviously Ken was experienced in how to please a lady with oral. His right hand left her knee and soon a thumb rubbing her clit in tight circles added to her soaring arousal.

Not long, she promised her hungering body. It won’t be long.

Although his thumb continued to stimulate her clit he drew back his mouth pulling away from her throbbing needy sex. His whispered words rose to her ears. "I was right in my guess. You taste just as sweet down here."

"Oh fuck," she begged. "Please don’t stop. I’m so close."

She could feel his grin against her bare folds when he covered them once more. His tongue drove deep within her lapping at the juices she amply supplied. Like a lightning bolt her climax struck. Shredding her and sending electrical pluses racing along her many nerves. Her hips bucked and Ken’s grip on her knee tightened. The thumb on her clit went away. She no longer needed its stimulations. His mouth was enough to keep her soaring in a world of ecstasy. His hand clamped on her other knee holding her legs open wide. Ken continued to swallow the sweet honey that flooded from within her.

Her climax began to taper allowing her to process coherent thoughts once more. Now, her mind screamed, do it now.

Her hands that clutched the couch flew down and twined in his hair, their grip became fierce. Her legs snapped together heedless of his hands holding them open. I’m much stronger than I appear dear Ken. Her thighs clamped against his cheeks, holding his head vise like between them. The grip of her hands and legs forced him to keep his mouth open and pressed tight to her throbbing sex.

The beginnings of a new sensation just as pleasurable as her climax crept into her. Ken exhaled into her channel his hot breath only fanning the fires already there. He couldn’t breathe in his position and Carina couldn’t care less.

She drew in more of his life force from his open mouth. Warmth spread though her, setting her nerves to tingling again. The powerful sensation of consuming his life force felt just as wonderful as her climax had a few moments earlier.

She drew in more of his life essence. His fists beat against her legs futility. His muffled screams of agony vibrated her folds and surged into her passage. Ken shuddered and one last hot breath warmed her fiery channel more. She pulled harder. Her pussy throbbed against his open mouth until at last she had drained him completely.

Her thighs were shaking when Carina opened her legs and let the shriveled corpse that had once been Ken slide away from her. It settled in a puddle to the floor of the van. The body continued to both shrivel and shrink until at last it melted from existence completely. Only his clothes remained.

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G.E. Stills lives in the southwest with a loving wife, a dog and a cat. He has grown children with children of their own. In his younger years at school his teachers told him he had a vivid imagination if they could just read his writing. His long hand was/is terrible. Tongue in cheek, he blames it on being left handed and is very thankful for modern day word processors. While raising and providing for his family he didn’t write for many years. Now that his children are grown he spends much of his time in front of his computer monitor. In his spare time he likes camping and sailing on a nearby lake in his pleasure boat.

G.E. Stills heeds the call of the many characters that pop into his mind and demand to have their stories put in print. Their tales are both serious and humorous. A multi-published author, his stories cover many genres including contemporary romance, paranormal romance and science fiction. His stories are both erotic and non-erotic in nature. G.E. is the leader of a local writers group and in addition hosts a meeting of his own locally on fiction writing bi-monthly.

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Twisted Cherry by Piper Kay

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Blurb:

Evan is hiding his urges for other men the only way he knows how–by pretending to live a life of wenching, and by seeking the needle of tattoo artists who impart a kind of guilty pain. But when he meets Gabe, owner of the Twisted Cherry tattoo parlor, he can’t hide his desire for the hot and sexy guy. Gabe, openly gay, proceeds to show Evan how he can be tattooed not just by a needle, but by stinging hot love too.

Excerpt:

Gabe flashes his catch sexy smile at me, as he slides his hands up under my shirt. He lifts my shirt over my head and throws it over the side of the couch. I’m now standing buck naked for the first time in my life, in front of a man. My nerves are shot.

He guides my hands, helping me remove his shirt too. I step completely out of my pants leg that’s still around my ankle. He looks me up and down with an eat-me-up grin.

Admiring his chest, the firmness and build of his pecs, I spread my hands across him. He’s tight and hard. The small amount of chest hair tickles my fingertips. God, this man is fucking lickable.

Gabe wraps both arms around me, pulling me forcefully into him. The feel of our naked chests, skin to skin, hardens my dick again and there’s no way to stop it. Shit, I don’t want to stop it.

His nipples rise into hard nubs and push against mine. Running my hands along his back, I trace the muscular curves in his back. He takes my ass into his hands, squeezing me tight, but gentle.

He slips his hands around to my front and squats a little. He begins tracing his fingers inside my thighs, up and down, teasing.

Gabe takes my hands and leads them to the button on his pants. He begins giving me kisses again. His tongue parts my lips, and his kisses are more tender than a woman’s. Saucy-sweet.

I unbutton his jeans, then slide the zipper down. I can feel him under his jeans, but he isn’t hard. How does he do that? I am at full attention here. He caresses my hands. Shit, they’re shaking from nerves.

Guiding my hands, he leads me to his waistband. Together, we slip his jeans over his hips and down his legs. He kicks his boots off and with his foot he guides his jeans off, one leg after the other.

He pulls back from the kiss, and stands there, not moving. I stare into his eyes, lost. I gaze down his bulging chest muscles, admiring the tattoo he has located right above his belly button. It looks like a portal of some sort. I reach with my finger tips and trace it. Continuing to look downwards, past the wicked navel, I see him in all his glory. He’s fucking magnificent.

Again, he guides my hands to him, to touch him. I’ve never touched another man. All I know is what feels good to me, so I wrap my hands around his cock like I would my own. I slowly stroke him, and he does the same for me.

Gabe is showing me every step of this. What he does to me, I do to him. It’s like follow the leader. Unable to resist, I move my mouth to his neck, licking him. His taste is kind of like sweat on leather, but also sweet. I smell his cologne. He’s wearing Stetson, my favorite. I lick and swirl my tongue up to his ear and nibble his lobe. He moans, and I almost get off just hearing him. This is the most satisfying sound I have ever heard in my fucking life.

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A Dragon’s Heart, A Demon’s Blood by Elyzabeth M. VaLey

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The birth of a novel…

A Dragon’s Heart, A Demon’s Blood did not start out like my usual stories. Most of the time, I come up with a story idea while out walking with the dog or while in bed waiting to fall asleep or on my commute. This was not the case. This paranormal fantasy started out from a writing prompt given to me by my Wednesday Brief group. The first prompt that brought to life the idea of mixing dragons and demons were: “His eyes were as green as…”

Suddenly, something shifted in the air and he found himself rising instead of falling. Was he dead already? Had he died before reaching the concrete sidewalk? He cracked open his eyes and looked up into the face of his savior. Two thoughts rushed through his brain before he fainted: her eyes were as green as the meadows back home and that he had to get away from anything that reminded him remotely of home.

Of course, things changed as A Dragon’s Heart, A Demon’s Blood developed but if you’d like to read this flash fiction (you can read it in full here) you’ll find when you later read the novel a wink to the flash.

Soon after, another prompt arose “I’d like to make you an offer…” Suddenly there was Adrian Ormonde, looking at me with those green eyes framed by dark lashes and a fearless attitude that even surprised the queen of the demons.

Stepping back, she released his locks and slightly shook her head. What had come over her? She always prided herself in holding the enemy’s gaze. This was a first.

Once Adrian was born, I couldn’t put him away. My trusted notebook came to the rescue and with its help I crafted what became A Dragon’s Heart, A Demon’s Blood, which I hope you enjoy.

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Blurb:

He is a shadow in the dark, smelling your scent and sensing your fear…

Legendary bounty hunter Adrian Ormonde is no ordinary man. His life is filled with secrets and questions, blood and lust. His only concern for 150 years has been survival and discovering the truth behind his demon-dragon nature.

Until he meets his new assignment: Victoria Green.

Victoria Green has felt eyes watching her every move ever since she can remember. Then, Adrian appears. The eyes vanish but new dangers arise as she falls for the mysterious hunter. Cast into an ancient conflict between dragons and demons, Victoria must trust Adrian’s skill to be enough to protect her from both the outside world and that which grows within her.

Chance brought them together but will love and passion be enough to keep them joined? Or will the other forces at play in the dragon-demon worlds destroy them forever?

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Glimpsing at the tent in his jeans, she gasped.

“Already?”

In an instant, he was upon her, his mouth devouring hers and making her legs weak.

“You make me lose control, sweetheart, and I’ll be damned if that hasn’t happened in years.”

His hands slid down her waist over her hip and onto her thigh. Her breath hitched as she searched Adrian’s dark eyes.

“Already, you ask?” He sneered, his calloused fingers rising higher and caressing the junction between her legs. His fingertips skimmed over her labia, finding her wet entrance. His grin became smug. Adrian’s nostrils flared and his eyes flashed red as he dipped two fingers inside her, wringing out a breath she’d not been aware of holding.

“You’re already wet for me, sweetheart.”

Bringing his lips down to her, he stole another short kiss that had her whimpering against him.

“Adrian.”

She hugged him, bringing him closer and searching for his warm touch again. His eyes scanned her face, his gaze softening.

“You don’t want this, sweetheart.”

“Yes, yes I do,” she replied pushing herself against his hand. His thumb brushed over her clit. Victoria tensed. Her orgasm hung from a cliff, ready to fall.

“I do want it.”

Tangling her fingers in his hair, she pulled him to her mouth, teasing the seams with her tongue. He groaned and she tasted him with longing. Sucking on his tongue, she made love to it as he pleasured her with his fingers. Her body became a mass of over-sensitized sparks as he coordinated his thumb with his seesawing digits. His hand on her waist, held her in place as she humped against him.

“Come on, sweetheart.”

His husky baritone triggered her release. Victoria cried out, her pussy convulsing in short waves, hot liquid dripping onto Adrian’s fingers. Her towel fell to a heap on the floor as she lost control, the cool breeze doing little to soothe her heated skin. She wanted more. She wanted all of him.

Victoria moved to embrace him but he stepped away from her. Drawing his fingers into his mouth, he briefly closed his eyes emitting a barely audible sound of pleasure. When he opened them again, she gasped. Red sparks danced in his green depths.

“No, Victoria. You don’t want this.”

Shaking his head, he turned around and strode out of the room. Victoria stood rooted to the spot, watching in shock as he left the apartment, the main door slamming shut. Tears dampened her vision. Picking up the t-shirt he’d given her, she put it on. More tears trailed down her cheeks as the smell of detergent mingled with his scent. Taking a deep breath, she hastily brushed them away.

“Get a grip, Vicky.”

Wrapping the discarded towel around her wet hair, she strode to the kitchen, her stomach growling. She didn’t think she’d find anything edible in the small kitchen, but luckily Adrian kept a box of cereal and a few cartons of unopened milk. Digging into the meal, she shivered slightly as an unsettling feeling grew in her chest. The watchful eyes were back.

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Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.

Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she’ll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.

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