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Zombies Anonymous by Shyla Colt

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I just wanted to thank Nikki for having me over! It’s always wonderful to be here. *smiles. This story is a meeting of two of my favorite things, horror and romance. I’ll be running a contest until Friday so be sure to swing by and check out the goodies you can win 😀

Blurb

Hi my name is Cezelia, and I’m a Zombie.

Laid low by an addiction to black magic, the ex-zombie once enslaved by a Hoodoo Priestess turns to Zombies Anonymous for help. The second she lays eyes on the tall, pale, Traditional her body comes back to life. After years of feeling nothing she’s alive and insatiable. Can this inspiring man help her kick the habit for good?

Bitten more years ago then he cares to remember, Martine life has been reduced to the strict diet, and tight rein he must keep on his urges. Then Cezelia walks in to the place he considers his sanctuary and reminds him he’s still very much a man. The passion between them could burn down a forest, and the hardest part about figuring out the why is keeping their hands to themselves long enough to do it.

Excerpt

The impromptu make out session in the alley frayed my nerves. I was ready to bend Cezelia over and fuck her in front of everybody in the group. Like a powder keg ready to blow, I jumped up from my seat when the clock struck nine, said my goodbyes with lighting fast speed, and quickly guided Cezelia from the building toward my car by her elbow.

“Eager?”

“If I’m not inside of you in the next five minutes I’m going to come in my pants. You wouldn’t want me to embarrass myself, would you?”

“It’s a good thing you can’t reproduce because I don’t have protection.”

“The benefits of being undead.”

She laughed as we reached my black SUV, and I hit the alarm.

“I promise we’ll look into this thing between us, but right now …” She grabbed my collar and pulled me close, planting a blistering kiss on my lips. “Shut up and fuck me zombie boy.”

I opened the door and we fell into the back seat in a tangle of limbs. I yanked up her skirt and hissed as heat rolled off her in waves that scorched my skin. Since I caught the virus I’d been cool to the touch, similar to a vampire. I craved the warmth she had in spades. As I rubbed her through her silky red knickers, a fresh gush of liquid soaked through onto my fingertips.

“Damn, you’re so wet.” I slipped a finger inside the side of her panties and into her slick entrance. Her walls clenched me tight. “Fuck, you’re so tight Zelia. I can’t wait to feel your cunt wrapped around me.”

“Less talking more action.” She moaned.

“Eager aren’t you?”

“It’s been a long time.”

“How long?”

A moment passed before she answered.

“Four years. I thought my libido was broken until tonight. It happens sometimes after being under the influence of someone for such an extended period of time.”

“Damn, then I’m like your first.” The thought made my dick hard. “I can’t wait to pop your cherry.” I teased as I circled my finger inside her, exploring her walls.

“I got to make sure you’re ready for me, so open those legs wider.”

She purred as her thighs parted, her feminine musk tickling my nose and heightening my arousal.

“You like that?”

“Yes.” Her voice was husky, her eyes half lidded.

“Then move for me pretty girl. Fuck my fingers with that delectable pussy of yours.”

Her blue eyes dilated, and her full pink lips parted as she drove her hips up to meet my hand. Tipping her pelvis up she ground down on my fingers.

“Oh, Martine.” Her voice was shaky, as her muscles twitched, contracting and gripping my fingers tightly. She was beautiful as she strained up against me to seek her pleasure. She deserved more than a quick fuck in a car. Images of her beautiful brown skin splayed against my white sheets flashed through my mind becoming an obsession. I curled my fingers and she cried out, jerked and digging her fingers into my forearms. I reached down between us thrumming her clit like a guitar, while and listening to the music she made as she came apart. Her body seized. Sticky wetness flowed across my fingers and I bent down, capturing her lips with mine, drinking the passion directly from her lips.

She peered up at me with glassy eyes.

“I want to take you for the first time in my bed. Will you come with me?”

A bashful expression crossed her face. “You want me to come to your house?”

“Oh yes. We’re nowhere near finished and I want more than a one night stand. This is the most alive I’ve felt since the virus. I’m not sure what’s between us, but I plan on fighting to keep it, if that’s okay with you?”

“Very Okay.”

“Good.”

I freed my fingers, popping them in my mouth and groaned. She was a rich, bittersweet dessert I wanted to sample more of. “You’re exquisite.” I said as I smoothed down her skirt and helped her sit up, anticipation slithering in my belly like a hungry snake.

Authors’ Bio

Shyla Colt lives in southern California with her marine husband and two tiny tots. When she’s not teaching Abc’s , running errands , or headed to the park she writes full time and works a job in the publishing industry. As you can tell, she thinks sleep is over rated. Her goal is to bring you erotic romance full of characters that feel real, plots that make you, think and happily ever after endings that show you the true power of love.

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In Flames by Jessica Jayne

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Gracelyn Riley married a firefighter. She knew that came with risks. But she never imagined herself widowed in her early thirties with two children to care for on her own.

As a fireman, Matt Riley was at the scene when his brother, Chad, was killed. He suffered greatly from survivor’s guilt and depression after the accident.

The last year has been difficult for both Gracelyn and Matt. They’ve relied on each other to get through the tough times. With the anniversary of Chad’s death upon them, Gracelyn and Matt once again turn to each other for comfort and support. They find it in each other’s arms (and bed). Will their desire for each other consume them? Can they overcome the guilt and scrutiny to find love again…together?

 

“He wasn’t the perfect husband,” Gracelyn said. “I learned about the women. I was so angry with him. So angry. He risked our marriage and our family for a few hot fucks. One of the hardest things I ever did was tell him to leave our home… that I needed to separate from him so I could sort it out on my own. And then, a week later he is gone… for good. I felt so guilty. I loved him. I really did. And he was a great father. I miss him.” Tears started to flow down her face.

“I miss him too,” Matt said. He gave her hand a squeeze. “Gracey, I know you loved him. He knew you loved him. I know he made mistakes in your relationship, but he did love you… a lot… even if he didn’t always show it properly. And he was going to work his ass off to save your marriage.” Matt wiped her tears away with the back of his hand.

“This is just so hard, Matty. Raising Jenna and Josh on my own. It’s a big responsibility when both parents are around, but on my own… I feel like I am screwing everything up,” she cried. “Shit around the house that he would normally take care of sometimes falls by the way side because I forget about it… like the trash. And then I see it sitting there and get mad that he isn’t here to take the trash out or mow the lawn or help the kids with their math homework. He was always better with math than I was. Not to mention, I feel so damn alone.” She looked up at him. Her blue eyes sparkled through her tears.

“You know you can always count on me,” Matt said. He put his arms around her and cradled her. “I’ll help with Jenna and Josh as much as I can. And you know Mom and Pop will always be here to help too. And when I don’t have Brian on the weekend, I can be here to do whatever you need…like I have been.”

“I can’t ask you to do more than you already do,” she said. “You already do so much… too much. You attend the kids’ events and games. You help take care of the yard… fix the little things around the house… make sure my car is always up and running. You need to have a life. You can’t spend your free time taking care of your brother’s widow all the time.”

“Gracey, you are more than just Chad’s widow. You’re family. And you have always been a friend. You’ve been a tremendous support for me. I wouldn’t have made it through this last year without you. I will do whatever I can to help you. You know that. We’ve helped each other through this last year and I’m not abandoning you now. I’ll always be here for you.”

“I just don’t want to be alone anymore,” she cried into his shoulder. Her hands gripped his t-shirt desperately. Matt held her tight. Tears welled in his own eyes. The past year had been difficult for everyone, especially Gracelyn. But she’d always stayed strong…whether for the kids, for everyone else or for herself.

They had shared tears together over the last year, but he had only witnessed her completely break down twice. First, when she found out about the accident. Matt wouldn’t let anyone else break the news to her. He had been at the scene when the accident happened. Several firefighters had to restrain him to keep him from rushing back into the collapsing building to get to his brother. The fire chief wanted to tell Gracelyn about Chad’s death, but Matt refused that as an option. He and Gracelyn were close and he did not want her to find out from anyone other than him, so he rode with the chief to her house. She knew the minute she opened the front door and saw him standing in his turnout pants, t-shirt and suspenders with his face all smudged black from the smoke and his own tears. She collapsed in his arms when he confirmed it. And then when they buried Chad, Gracelyn broke down for the last time… at least in front of anyone else. Maybe she sobbed every night in the shower or lying in bed by herself. But he had not seen it. The sight of her in his arms now… it just broke his heart.

Gracelyn lifted her head and looked at him through her tears. Matt gently touched her face with the back of his hand, in an attempt to wipe away her tears and soothe her. Leaning into him, she pressed her lips to his. At first, Matt didn’t comprehend what was happening. Her lips were soft against his, yet she kissed him so confidently. Her fresh strawberry scent enveloped him… so sweet… so intoxicating. She smelled like summer despite it being the end of September.

Matt’s mind told him to stop the kiss. Stop it before it went any farther. But her tongue slid against the seam of his lips and his head jumbled with a mix of thoughts—none of which were coherent.

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About the Author:

I am a born and raised small town Ohio girl, who moved to the Sunshine State after graduating from college. I graduated with a bachelor’s degree in English because I could not imagine doing anything else but reading and writing. It is such a pleasure to be able to share all the stories in my head!
In the journey of life, I also became a wife and a mother of three children. So, life is always an adventure. But the love of writing has never died.
My favorites: I love to read and write… obviously! But I also enjoy all sports, especially college football and the Ohio State Buckeyes! Go Steelers! Go Rays! I LOVE to travel… LOVE, LOVE, LOVE to travel. And I love sharing my love to travel with my children. I love to drink Teavana teas! I love a good glass of wine, especially if it comes from a bottle made by the FOOLS wine club… yep, I’m a member of that! J I love hanging out with my family and my friends! Big fan of music, but love nothing better than putting on my jean shorts, tank top, cowboy boots and hat and watching Tim McGraw belt it out! I’m a sucker for a cowboy hat! J

Favorite quote: “If nothing ever changed, there would be no butterflies.”

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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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BLURB:

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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“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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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.”

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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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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?

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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Marooned With The Millionaire by Sandra Bunino

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MAROONED WITH THE MILLIONAIRE

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Release: April 9, 2013

Blurb:

A fierce Miami storm bring sexy strangers together at The Hotel Del Santos for a night of desire.

Stephanie, still reeling from a failed marriage, needs a break from the past. Shying away from the convention center crowds while on a business trip, she finds solace tucked away in a secluded hotel on South Beach.

Jason, a wealthy Seattle builder, has the worst luck with love. He swears he will never allow another woman to get under his skin, until the clicking of a pair of sexy stilettos across the hotel lobby floor attracts his attention.

Cut off from the outside world, the lives of these two strangers collide and burn with desire when a storm strands them together. Neither wants anything more than a glorious one-night stand.

Their chemistry is undeniable and propels them to a second meeting in Sin City. However, Stephanie soon learns she has more reason to be wary of her mysterious lover than a broken heart.

Excerpt:

Las Vegas. Sin City. A place known for glitz, glamour, excitement and fantasy. it was a premier adult playground where one could pretend to be anything or anyone because “what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”

Jason held her hand and gestured toward the lobby with his other. People stared as he escorted her through the hotel to the waiting limousine. By herself, she was exposed and vulnerable, but at Jason’s side she was strong and empowered. Yes. She was in Sin City and Stephanie was going to play the part and enjoy every minute.

“Where are we going?” she asked, sliding into the limo.

“One of my favorite restaurants and I have a surprise for you after dinner.”

“I love surprises, and I have one for you too.” Stephanie leaned over and brushed her lips against his. Her fingertips grazed his thigh and traveled slowly up his leg. A strong hand encircled her wrist at the same time a low growl emanated from his mouth. Her eyes popped open and locked on his darkened stare. The intensity took her breath away.

He leaned over and whispered in her ear. “It’s taking all of my self-control not to take you right here in the back of the limo.”

“What’s stopping you?” she whispered back.

“Damn, we are going to have a fun five days together,” he said in a husky voice, raising his eyebrow.

Stephanie giggled and shifted in her seat as Jason loosened his grip on her wrist and interlaced his fingers with hers. They sat in silence for the rest of the short ride. The limousine turned at the François Hotel and Casino and came to a stop at the private entrance to Le Cote Noir.

The tinkling of piano keys, flickering candlelight and the deep shades of red took over Stephanie’s senses like a soft warm blanket as they walked into the restaurant. “Mr. Royce, it’s so good to see you this evening. Right this way.”

The maître d swiftly escorted them to a secluded table next to floor to ceiling windows overlooking the spectacular view of The Strip.

“I know I said it before, but I’m glad you took me up on my offer and arrived early. We have a lot of time to make up.”

“Speaking of offers, Jason. The clothes, the jewelry, you know I can’t accept any of it.”

Jason reached across table and took her hand in his. “You think too much. Just allow me to take care of you for a few days. Relax and let go, we’ll figure out everything else later.”

Stephanie opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it. She knew it was a losing battle to spar with Jason about his gifts. At that moment the only thing that mattered was that she was with him. It was enough for her. Yes, we will figure the rest out later.

“Are you ready for surprise number one?” Jason asked as the server removed their dinner plates.

He rose and walked to her side of the table. She closed her eyes as a finger grazed the nape of her neck before he pulled her chair out and took her arm in his. She trembled in response to his sizzling touch on her bare back as he lead her through the doorway to the outside terrace. The maître d handed Jason and Stephanie each a glass of port as they walked onto an outdoor patio that jutted over the edge of the building. A cool breeze blew through her hair but she was instantly warmed by a sip of the rich liquid.

“It’s beautiful. I’ve seen the fountains at street level before but never this high up,” Stephanie said, walking up to the railing. She couldn’t actually hear the activity on the busy boulevard from their location high above The Strip, but the intensity in the air was evident. She gazed down at the famous fountains of The Castillo Hotel & Casino.

Jason took the port from her hand and placed the glasses on a nearby table. Stephanie instinctively leaned into the warmth of his palm on the bare small of her back. A sigh escaped her lips as his hand slipped inside the fabric of her dress and ventured lower until his fingertips brushed the top of her ass. The lights on the terrace dimmed and music began to play. A flash of light from the water below signaled a single long spray from the middle of the lake. It multiplied and set off a continuous line of water in the air that moved forward and back with the music. As the water danced in the air, the music’s volume increased. Stephanie placed both hands on the railing. He moved behind her and ran his fingers up the planes of her back and down both of her arms. Continuing his assault of warm kisses down her neck and between her shoulder blades, the tip of his tongue followed the trail back up her neck and stopped at her ear. Stephanie gasped and leaned into his body for support. His arms provided the stability she needed to remain standing.

“My self-control is giving out,” Jason whispered in her ear as his hand inched upward taking her dress hem along with it. Stephanie felt the evidence of his arousal pressing firmly against her back. She tilted her head up to meet his gaze.

“Let’s go,” she said with a coy smile.

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Sandra Bunino is a numbers crunching business professional by day who stays up past her bedtime thanks to her oh-so-sexy imagination. Who needs sleep, anyway? Sandra is constantly searching for different ways to achieve a heart-pumping, stomach-flipping, breath-catching reaction from her readers.

Her books include Marooned with the Millionaire and The Satin Rose Experience series including Mia’s Submission, Brooke’s Wish and The Submission of a Mafia Princess.

These days, Sandra lives on a wooded mountaintop not far from New York City with her family. She always looks forward to hearing from her readers and she may be contacted at sbunino@gmail.com. As a social media junkie in need of a ten-step program, you can also follow her on Facebook and Twitter (@sandrabunino).

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His Guardian Witch by Angelina Rain

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HIS GUARDIAN WITCH

Is love stronger than magic?

Morgan has never encountered a spell she couldn’t cast or a curse she couldn’t break. With her natural knack for witchcraft, she runs a magic store that helps others. When a handsome but cursed man walks into her store, she is pit against magic stronger than her own.

Daniel lived an ordinary life before he ended up on a witch’s bad side and was jinxed with non-stop bad luck. Out of sheer desperation he visits Morgan’s Magic Shop. Morgan agrees to help him and they must work together to find the witch and pinpoint the hex she used in order to undo it. As they search, feelings ignite and a romance blossoms. Will this bad luck spell end their love, or will their love be strong enough to break the incantation?

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Morgan opened her eyes and watched as the glittering aura lights danced before her. They reached the window and passed through the glass on the way to the girl. Once all the lights were gone, she glanced at Daniel. A big smile crossed his handsome face, but her attention went below it. A rock rose inside his pants, large and long. She gulped, and the need to see it minus his jeans suddenly grew too strong.

No, she shouldn’t look. Instead she closed her eyes and tried to conjure up more peaceful images of nature and sunlight. Those images didn’t come though. Instead, she saw her silky bedroom sheets.

Her body lay on those sheets, writhing in passion as her legs spread open and in the air. Daniel’s head bobbed between her thighs, and his tongue lapped at her warm, natural juices.

She gulped, gasped, and opened her eyes.

His lustful gaze met hers. Lust that matched her own and her heart pulsed fast inside her chest. Her center grew damp, and she longed for his touch.

"I think your thoughts were similar to mine."

She didn’t reply to Daniel’s statement. Instead, Morgan tried to stand. Her knees grew weak as she rose to her feet.

Daniel stood, too. "You can’t deny you were thinking about it, too."

"I wasn’t denying anything."

He crossed to her and wrapped his arms around her back. Warmth filtered through her, and Morgan felt herself blush. When he spoke, his breath tickled her skin. "I was thinking about how good it would be to lay you down in my bed."

"You don’t have a bed. It was stolen."

His chuckling made her wetter. There was something so sexy about his voice. "The floor, then." Daniel pulled her closer to himself until she rubbed against him. His hard cock pressed into her navel, and she tilted her head upward to meet his gaze. His lips brushed hers. The kiss started tender and slow. She opened her mouth to invite him inside.

She lay on the floor, his body pressing into hers. His hands touched her sides, slipping under her shirt. His lips left hers and instead kissed her neck. He found her breasts, rubbing his palms over her nipples. Only the thin lace of her bra separated her flesh from his.

Morgan moaned. The need inside her multiplied, and she wanted to touch him, feel him, taste him. She flipped him over until she was on top and he on the bottom. She raked her fingertips over his chest and abs, feeling the hard muscle beneath the black t-shirt. But feeling and seeing were two different things, and she wanted to see. Taking the hem of his shirt, she raised it until his smooth and taut skin lay open for her to feast on. She ran her tongue over the ridges of his six-pack.

Daniel inhaled sharply, and she smiled as she kissed him right below the belly button. Morgan glanced at the trail of hair leading to somewhere below his pants. She undid the button, her hands on the zipper.

"Is this supposed to happen?"

She tried to glance at his face, but who was she kidding? The hardness in his pants was more appealing. "You mean the hard-on. It means you’re excited. It’s totally natural."

Morgan met his eye, and he shook his head. His gaze moved somewhere beside and beyond her. "No, I mean is the candle supposed to fly?"

"Shit!" Morgan pushed away from Daniel. She watched, bewildered, as black and dark blue winds danced around the room. The candle was high off the floor.

"I’m guessing something is wrong."

"Very wrong."

The flame didn’t go out despite the sudden winds in the room. It rose, high and strong and fierce. Then the wind died quickly. The candle dropped to the floor. Flames danced over the hardwood planks. The fire happened too quickly to be natural. Some sort of magical force was behind it.

"Come on, we have to go!" She urged him by pulling his arm until he stood and ran behind her. Once they were outside, her fingers fumbled with the buttons on her phone as she dialed 911. Daniel stood beside her. His face was white, whiter than the nice tan he had all day. "What…" He stuttered. "What just happened?"

"The spell didn’t work. Peace and forgiveness didn’t get to her. Something repelled them, and her anger came at us, manifesting itself as the wind. This spell is stronger than I first thought. Something or someone is controlling it."

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