Nudist Resorts Are a Reality

Lexi Post is here today to tell us about nudist resorts and her latest romance Cowboys Never Fold. She’s also hosting a contest – yay!

Read on to learn more, and be sure to enter her contest for your chance to win. :)

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After learning all about nude cruises for my book CRUISE INTO EDEN, I became more curious about what is called the naturist lifestyle, which is different from the swinger lifestyle.  I set my fictional resort, Poker Flat, in Arizona, a state which does have a few nudist resorts, but I was surprised to discover that these resorts can be found up north as well. There’s even one in New Hampshire! There is a reason it is closed in the winter. Brrr.

But for my newest release, COWBOYS NEVER FOLD, I made my cowboy, Wade, work for a former professional poker player, Kendra, to help her open her nudist resort in sunny Arizona where cold weather wouldn’t be an issue. Arizona was great because I could also have Wade think Kendra was nuts to want to offer naked horseback riding. If you have ever ridden a horse in shorts, you’ll know why ;-)

One issue that never occurred to me was that people brave enough to walk around naked would be considered outcasts by many members of society. That tidbit alone gave me reason to set this erotic romance at a nudist resort. It was also fun to have Kendra completely clueless about the unwritten rules and to make Wade completely uncomfortable.

Luckily, both Kendra and Wade knew exactly what they were doing when he tied her hands above her head in the barn and… well you know ;-)

For a chance to win COWBOYS NEVER FOLD enter the Rafflecopter below. I have included an excerpt for your reading pleasure. I hope you enjoy Kendra’s first look at Wade’s naked torso.

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Blurb:

Former professional poker player, Kendra “Night Owl” Lowe, is determined to make her new Poker Flat Nudist Resort successful, even if it means relying on her own two hands and a few misfit employees. All bets are off, however, when Wade Johnson arrives, her fourth stable manager in less than four months, and her attention wanders to his broad shoulders, six-pack abs, and polite ways.  But she’s his boss and giving in to temptation could mean jeopardizing her operation. Something she refuses to do.

Wade Johnson only agreed to work at Poker Flat because he owed his best friend a favor. Now he has to discover why the last three stable mangers quit and fulfill the requirements of his position, while trying to keep his hands off the smart, sexy, unreadable owner. But even as his body and heart become more involved, new “unfortunate events” occur to threaten the resort.

As Wade draws closer to learning the truth, his own truth is revealed. Kendra will do everything she can to make her resort a success, which could include letting him go. To win her heart and save her dream, he will have to go all-in and that could mean baring more than his soul.

Excerpt:

Wade took the plate from her and brought it to the sink. “I’ll just wash these up for Selma and head to bed.”

Kendra was off the stool and grabbing the sprayer before he could reach it. “No. You made the meal for me. I can clean up. You’ve probably had a long day. When did you get up?”

He shrugged. “Probably around five. I didn’t really pay attention.”

“Exactly. I’ll stay and clean up. Go get a good night’s sleep. You have a lot of ordering to do tomorrow based on your lists.”

His eyes widened. “You really approve of everything?”

She put her other hand on her hip. “Listen. I don’t know anything about horses. All I know is what nudists like based on research. I’ll come up with something for the nude riding, but I need an expert to set up my stables and trails. You’re that expert. I’m not going to get in the way of that.”

He smiled, his eyes almost twinkling in his excitement. “Well then, boss. I definitely need to be doing the dishes for you.”

He reached for the sprayer and without thinking, she pulled it out and sprayed him.

“Oh my God, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” She stared as the shirt conformed to Wade’s body, the contours of his chest coming out in full relief. Turning away from the titillating sight, she grabbed a couple hand towels hanging next to the sink. She just didn’t want him to do the dishes. Now he would think she was the worst boss in the state.

Turning back to help him dry off, she froze. Wade had taken off his shirt, revealing his moist chest and arms. The man’s pectorals were what she called mountain muscles and the wet hair that formed a line straight down the middle of his rippled abdominals disappeared beneath blue jeans being held up by a big-buckled belt. She tried to look at his face but was drawn to his large biceps, which had been hidden by the shirt. She followed those to his shoulders where more muscle explained why he appeared so broad. He was. The man was walking muscle.

“Are those for me?”

His voice snapped her out of her drool-like state, and she looked him in the eye. The man’s lips formed a slow smirk.

“Yes. Here.” She gave him the towels and he pushed one back at her.

“Can you dry my back? That water sprayer is strong.”

“Right, of course.” She was bumbling like an idiot, but what woman wouldn’t be. Damn, the man was built. He made her feel petite despite being taller than average. He had to be well over six feet. Stepping behind him, she was treated to another tantalizing view. As he wiped at his chest and arms, the muscles in his back danced, showing the many layers he had. She hesitated to touch him. He would be warm and so male.

“Isn’t it wet?” He rolled his shoulders. “It feels like it.”

“Yes. Yes, it is.” She forced herself to use the towel against his skin, careful not to let her hand touch him. If it did, she wouldn’t be able to stop. She wiped at the moisture until he was dry, then took a deep breath and stepped around him, tossing the towel on the sink. “I’m sorry. I was just trying to keep you from washing the dishes.”

“No harm. I’ve been wet before.” His smile appeared again, and she had the strongest urge to kiss it.

Switching her weight to her right hip, she crossed her arms. “Well, I guess now you have to let me do the dishes.” She meant to sound flippant, but didn’t carry it off well.

He held out his towel. “Yup. Definitely got your way…this time.”

She uncrossed her arms to take the towel and crushed it against her chest. “Have a good night.”

He shrugged his large shoulders, causing her insides to tighten. Why did she have to be so susceptible to broad shoulders, and why did he have to have the most muscular ones she’d ever seen?

“It all depends on the bed.” He winked and brushed past her. Their arms touched for a second, his clean male scent, which was stronger now without his shirt, washed over her and almost buckled her knees.

She couldn’t resist and turned to watch him walk away, his back teasing her with its muscle play until the batwing doors swung closed behind him.

She pulled the damp towel up to her face and inhaled. God, the man smelled good. Damn. Built, well mannered, organized, knowledgeable and with a dark tan above his waist that made her want to crawl down his pants to see how far it went.

She groaned. Tan to the waist meant he was outside without a shirt more often than not. “Hell.” She was definitely screwed…or rather wanted to be. Could she ask Dale for another replacement stable manager?

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Letting Go – Sweet Lovers 2

I’m delighted to have Jacqueline Anne here today. She has a new release and it’s awesome.

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Jacqueline Anne

Letting Go – Sweet Lovers Book 2

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Published by Siren-Bookstrand

Release date: December 10, 2014

Blurb:

Sexy stock broker, Mike Foerster, was used to playing the field until he met Catherine Beckitt, the gorgeous business manager of the New York Empires’ baseball stadium.

Catherine is a successful, hardworking professional. She has kept her past a secret since the day she left her hometown nearly twelve years ago.

They were enjoying each other and taking their relationship slow when Mike received a phone call about his job changing. The confidentiality agreement would force him to lie to his loved ones and Catherine. He couldn’t do it and broke up with her on New Year’s.

Fast forward three months, Mike still couldn’t get her out of his mind. He spots her on opening day and she still took his breath away. Their chemistry was even hotter once he convinced her to see him again.

Will Mike’s job tear them apart or will Catherine’s haunted past come back to destroy her? Only trust and time will tell.

Story Excerpt:

Mike’s breath briefly halted when he spotted Catherine among the customers in the candy shop. Damn his body and heart for allowing so many feelings to rush back as his eyes soaked up her angelic presence. His mind knew this wasn’t a good idea. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy or feel right keeping secrets from her. But his heart and body overruled his mind. As much as he tried to forget her, given his current circumstances, he just couldn’t let her go. Not again. She was dressed so professionally and exuded control over her work and the entire stadium. You could tell she had her shit together just by watching the way she carried herself and worked with the other employees. He knew she was like that, and seeing her in action turned him on. He couldn’t deny it.

“Catherine,” he said to get her attention.

His voice sent Catherine’s body into a mix of emotions. She turned around and saw Mike standing there, all six-foot-one of that magnificent body with his charming smile. Part of her was excited to see him. Part of her was over him, or so she continuously told herself. He was wearing his Empires jersey and a pair of faded jeans. He had such a presence, a playboy presence, so she thought. It was bittersweet that she never saw that side of him, but it was for the best. His dirty blond hair was left naturally mussed up when he wasn’t at work. His eyes, oh my, those eyes of his were as blue as the ocean. She tried hard to focus on what happened on New Year’s and not drown in his gaze.

“Hey, Mike. How are you?”

He approached her and put his arm around her waist and leaned in and kissed her cheek. “I’ve missed you, Catherine,” he whispered cautiously. He didn’t know how she was going to react to him.

His words, warm breath, and masculine scent sent shivers down Catherine’s spine. Shivers she always tried to suppress and control when it came to him or any other man. He pulled away and looked at her.

She hesitated for a moment, wondering what to say. He was the one that walked away. He never even called her when he got back into town.

“I’ve missed you too,” she ended up blurting out. Well, it was the damn truth. She had missed him a lot, no matter how hard she tried to push him from her mind.

He smiled again at her, but she had a hard time figuring out what to say to him. She didn’t know how to respond. She didn’t completely understand the situation or if it even mattered. But her damn body had a mind of its own. She immediately blamed it on the exhausting work week. She didn’t even have the energy to fight her body’s natural response to him. Thank God she was wearing long sleeves and Mike couldn’t see the goose bumps he gave her. But unlike the creepy shivers from the other night, these goose bumps were red hot, and her body was welcoming them for the first time in a really long time.

Mike had to say something. The moments of silence between them were awkward and left him feeling uneasy. “Opening day seems to be going really well. I was just stopping in to check on Alayna’s franchise.”

“Fans seem to be enjoying the sweets. I just checked on the sales so far today. I couldn’t be more pleased.”

“Good to hear, and I am sure Alayna will be happy as well.” Mike took a deep breath and reached for Catherine’s hand. He slowly rubbed his thumb over her knuckles, debating what to say next. He hated feeling awkward around her. “Catherine, I’m sorry I had to leave you like I did on New Year’s. I know with how things are now. It won’t be easy, but I would be a complete fool if I walked away again. Not a day has gone by that I didn’t think of you. I really want to see you again.”

Catherine tried to fight the sensations of his touch. She took the last few ounces of energy that she had to get her body somewhat under control. She had to think clearly and made a mental note to grab a coffee at the next vendor’s stand. “I don’t know, Mike,” she prudently responded.

Mike couldn’t blame her one bit. And honestly, he knew this wasn’t a good idea. He would still have to keep certain things from her. But hell, the moment he saw her again, he couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t give her up. He would just have to be extremely careful around her so she didn’t find out the secrets he had to hold. “Please, Catherine. Give me another chance,” he pleaded and gave her a few moments to contemplate his question. He smiled at her again, pulling out the most charming weapon he had in a stadium full of people. “So, what do you say? Will you let me take you out this weekend?”

Catherine took a deep breath. Did he have to keep smiling like that? The physical attraction between them was even more evident than the last time they saw each other. So much so that her girlie parts began to hum in response to the vision in front of her and his touch, scent, everything about him. Her senses were being overloaded. Of course, it could be because it felt like he left her high and dry. They hadn’t even slept together. It was her fault, too. She had been fine taking it slow. She wanted it that way even though she never told him. He seemed to be fine with it too. But now, Catherine’s libido seemed to be smacking her right in the face because of her long dry spell. “Sure,” she finally replied.

Adult Excerpt:

Watching Catherine let go was probably the most beautiful thing he had ever witnessed. She didn’t hold back. Not for him. He pushed her orgasm to last as long as he could. He wanted to feel everything. To drink every last drop of her sweet cum.

When her spasms subsided, she threw her arms over her head, completely spent. But oh, it was just the beginning.

“Holy—Wow!” she said, trying to catch her breath.

“That was beautiful,” Mike said as he moved back up her body.

Catherine reached for him and pulled him toward her for a passionate kiss. She could taste herself on him. It shocked her when she realized it turned her on even more. How was that possible? She reached down and unbuckled his belt and pants.

“It’s been so long, Mike, too long. Please. I want you inside me.”

Mike sensed the urgency in her voice and saw the desire in her eyes. He quickly hopped off the bed and took off his pants and boxer briefs.

Catherine’s gaze dropped from his face down to his cock. Her eyes grew even darker with desire. She looked like she wanted to devour him. The thought of that made his lips curve into a sexy smirk, but he pushed that thought aside. There would be plenty of time for that. Right now, all he wanted was to be inside her and feel her muscles pulse around his dick, just like she did around his finger.

Catherine was more than enthralled with Mike’s body. Jesus! Could the man be any more perfect? He was perfectly sculpted and gifted with size.

“Angel? Please tell me you have condoms,” he said, standing at the edge of the bed.

“I do.” Catherine reached over to her nightstand. She opened the drawer and pulled out a brand new box. She handed it to him with a sweet, anxious smile.

Mike couldn’t seem to open the box fast enough. He was fumbling with it like a nervous teenager before his first time. Catherine noticed and giggled. She got up and knelt on the bed in front of him. He just stared at her. He couldn’t help himself. She was that breathtakingly gorgeous, with her creamy, soft skin and the sprinkle of freckles, and the way her strawberry blonde hair draped over her shoulders. And when she giggled, it made his dick twitch.

“Need some help?”

“Apparently.” He handed her the box and she began to open it. “God, the things you do to me. You are so goddamn beautiful that I can’t even do a simple task like open a box.” He was still gawking at her when he felt her warm hands on him. He gasped and looked down. She was putting the condom on him. That small gesture almost set him off right then and there.

“Well, you seem to have been functioning just fine a few minutes ago,” she acknowledged with a smile and another giggle.

That was it. Mike couldn’t take it anymore. He cupped her face and kissed her with every ounce of passion that was stirring in his body. His hands slid down her body and cupped her ass. He hauled her to him, but she went the rest of the way, grinding her body against his rock hard erection. He leaned forward, pressing her back to lie on the bed. Her hair sprawled out over the mattress, forming a striking halo around her head. He climbed onto of her and guided his cock inside her. Inch by inch.

Catherine gasped at the intrusion, but more than welcomed it. It took some control for her not to grab Mike’s ass and thrust her hips. It had been a long time. Taking it a bit slow the first time was the best thing for her vagina. She tried telling herself that.

“You feel so good, Catherine. Your pussy is so tight.” Mike pushed all the way in.

Catherine moaned and didn’t want to take it slowly. She grabbed his ass and sunk her fingernails into his skin. Even his ass was rock hard. She wrapped her legs around him, physically telling him not to hold back.

Mike loved the uninhibited responses he got from Catherine. The way she moaned, cried his name, and the way she dug her fingernails into his skin. She was definitely going to be leaving marks. He tried to pace himself. He wanted her to come again. He didn’t want it to be over quickly. He slowly moved in and out of her, driving deep each and every time.

“Mike?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t hold back on me. I can take what you want to give me. I want it all, too.”

Christ almighty! This woman was going to cause the death of him. His dick grew even harder as he quickened his pace. Moving faster and harder. Visions of everything he wanted to do with her, to her, flashed in his head like a near death experience. He lifted her legs up over his arms. She tilted her hips, taking more of him. All of him.

Mike’s cock felt so good. She was tight, but so wet for him. The pleasure-pain feeling overwhelmed her. She wanted more.

“More, Mike. Please,” she begged.

He pumped faster, harder and felt her muscles clamped down on his dick. She screamed his name as she barreled through waves of mind-numbing pleasure.

“Oh fuck!” Mike growled right alongside her pleasure spill as she milked the cum right out of him.

Mike’s heart was racing at top speed as he collapsed on top of Catherine. Catherine’s erratic breaths matched the beats of his racing heart. Her legs and arms still wrapped around him. His dick still jolting inside her like the aftereffects of an earthquake.

 

The Beginning of the Sweet Lovers Series…

All of You, Sweet Lovers Book 1

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Author’s Bio

Jacqueline Anne’s love of a well told story has led her journey to become an author. Her goal is to create stories with strong heroines, hot and steamy relationships, and characters who embody discovery, lust, trust, happiness, and love.

She leads a full and exciting life in Northeast Ohio. She loves to bake, create, workout, dance, and read. Jacqueline truly believes that everything happens for a reason. Her life can attest to that. Work hard. Play hard. Live life to the fullest each and every day. Doing it all in a pair of 4″ heels.

She wants her books to be your pathway to erotic adventure. Who says you can’t have it all?

 

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The Girls of Takers – 99 cents for a limited time

Alisa and Cameron are here today to tell you about their hot new release!

Pull up a chair, turn on the fan and get ready to be wowed!  :)

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The Girls of Takers: Book 1 – Jess

A Special Fallen Angel Teaser

Available for a limited time only for $.99

Thank you so much for hosting us and The Girls of Takers, Book 1! Book 2 in the series, featuring Wynter, will be available December 9, 2014.

We hope you love this super sexy, scorchingly hot erotic short story. Jess, and the rest of the girls at Takers want you to free your mind, relax your body and bare your soul.

We promise…all your wickedly naughty little secrets are safe with us. *wink*

To continue reading about Jess, and the notoriously sexy, deadly mob boss Nick Roman, be sure to check out Fallen Angel, Books 1 and 2. Book 3 will be available winter 2014, exclusively through Amazon.

Books 1, 2 and 3 of Alisa’s Give and Receive series, is available now. Book 4, Give and Love will be available winter 2014.

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Blurb:

Jess isn’t working tonight.

She’s there to give her boyfriend, mob boss Nick Roman, owner of Takers Gentlemen’s Club, a private show he won’t soon forget. An extremely private show…that’s not so private.

She doesn’t care who’s watching. After all that’s part of the fun, isn’t it? Exhibitionism at its most wicked. Being as explicit and naughty as you can be, knowing everyone sees.

Welcome to the Girls of Takers, where women grant wishes every night…If the money’s right.

Warning: Seriously HOT Book. Contents may explode under pressure. Viewer Discretion is most certainly advised.

***This erotic short story is approximately 4000 words, and is the first in a series of standalone one night stand erotic short stories. Due to sexual content, occasional scenes and references to/of violence, organized crime, language and frequent illegal drug use, we recommend this to mature audiences, ages 18 and over, who are comfortable with this subject matter, and not offended by graphic depiction of sex between consenting adults.***

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Excerpt:

The closer she got to him, the more her chest tightened, breathing quickened. It was hard to believe anyone could make her feel this way. But he did.

“Nick.” She softly touched his arm.

He stood, placing an arm tightly around her waist. Kissing her as he pulled her to him. His cologne smelled masculine. Earthy. It drove her insane. He only wore it when he was with her. She picked it out while they were shopping, almost falling over when he dropped a grand for the bottle. But that was Nick. Only the best for him and his.

“Hey, kid.”

“Hey, yourself.”

“You look beautiful. As usual.”

“Thanks. So do you.”

He laughed softly. “Yeah. That’s me.”

She grabbed his chin, raising it up gently.

“Yeah. It is you.” She traced his lower lip with her finger.

It would always be that way for her.

Nick caught her hand, bringing it to his mouth. Kissing her fingertips. Jess felt a warmth start in her toes and travel up. All he had to do was touch her.

“You know everyone here already, I believe.”

“I do.” Jess nodded her head in greeting. Taking a seat beside Nick in the booth. She ordered two lemon drops before leaning back, content to just listen to the conversation.

“You break things down like a cynic, Johnny C.” Nick grinned, taking a sip of his drink.

“There’s only so much you can do, Nicky.”

“You sound like I can’t protect the business.”

“DeMoretti wants our contacts. He’s been sending threats through messenger.”

“I’m sorry, what the fuck did you just say? And you kept this from me, why, Johnny?”

“I just found out. Came from finding the tracker. We brought this shit to your attention the other day. You know we wouldn’t keep this from you, Nicky. We all know you have a fucking flash point temper.”

Nick leaned over to Jess while Johnny C. was talking.

“That dress if fucking hot. You look fucking hot.”

“I know.”

“Oh, you know, now, huh?” He smiled at her brazenness. “And how is that?”

“You.” Her answer was simple. It’s why she always managed to feel beautiful. Even when she knew she wasn’t beautiful all the time. He made her feel like the sexiest woman in the whole wide world. All the time. Everyday.

“I um…didn’t wear panties. Just for you.” Her lips twitched devilishly.

He groaned low and deep, leaning back. “Brat.” He went to the conversation.

Jess felt him take her hand, slowly moving it to his leg. She glanced up, making eye contact with him. He smiled slightly, before responding to Johnny C.

“Good to know my reputation and temper precedes me.”

Jess scooted closer. Slowly running her hand across his rock hard thigh, closer to his cock. Glancing to see Nick chuckle at what others thought was his amusement at the conversation.

He relaxed, further into the booth. Giving her better access to him. She leaned into him, laying her head against his chest. He draped an arm around her shoulder, letting his hand fall to her breast. She relaxed her arm, letting it fall across his lap.

She slowly unzipped his pants, rubbing her hand against the fabric of his silk boxers. Removing his massive cock from its confines. She savored the feeling of it against her hand. He groaned as she ran her hand to the head. Circling the tip, allowing his pre-come to moisten her hand. His cock was silky smooth. Hard, yet baby soft, at the same time. So thick, she couldn’t wrap her entire hand around him.

Tonight, she came to give him his own personal show. And she was going to make sure he got one. She guaranteed he would enjoy it.

No matter who was there to witness.

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Alisa Anderson

Well…Alisa did stuff and is still doing stuff. Only now she has two boys crazy enough to want her to be their mommy. Hey, at least she tried to warn them. So her job is done.

She lives for a world full of controllable anatomically correct, android men programmed to meet her specific feminine needs (wink, wink, nudge, nudge with a big waggle of the eyebrows.) Who look like the Rock and Ian Somerhalder, and Idris Elba. And, that’s it she promises. Variety. Gotta have it right?

Cameron Skye

When Cameron is not in the lab working toward a Ph.D., in Neuropsychopharmacology, which in laymen’s terms is basically finding the effects drugs have on mood and behavior, she is writing stories, crating vivid, intense characters you will never forget.

She believes while life can take you down every path but the right one, eventually everyone will find their happily ever after.

 

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How to Beguile a Duke and a Contest

Please welcome Ally Broadfield. She has a delightful romance she wants to introduce, and she’s hosting a contest!

More on that later…for now, here’s Ally.

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This post is part of a book blast organized by Goddess Fish Promotions for the launch of Ally Broadfield’s How to Beguile a Duke. One randomly chosen winner via Rafflecopter will receive a $25 Amazon/BN gift card.

The spirited Catherine Malboeuf has just arrived in England to reclaim her ancestral home, Walsley Manor, and a valuable missing heirloom. Nicholas Adair, the attractive and frustratingly inflexible Duke of Boulstridge, however, is quite unwilling to sell the estate back to Catherine. Unless, of course, she accepts a small wager…

Nick will sell Walsley Manor if–and only if–Catherine secures an offer of marriage from an eligible member of the ton before the end of the London season.

Of course, Nick is certain he’ll win. After all, no proper gentleman would ever marry a woman who conceals a cutlass in her skirts. Yet something about Catherine’s unconventional disposition seems to ignite a need deep inside him. A need that won’t just cost him the wager, but the very heart he swore to never give away…

Enjoy an excerpt:

As the musicians warmed up, Catherine struggled to maintain a smile and keep her shoulders from slumping. So far no one had come to seek an introduction. That meant her options for a dance partner were Lord Cavanaugh, who was already engaged for the first dance, and the Duke of Boulstridge, who, in light of their bet, was unlikely to dance with her at all.

Catherine took a discrete step toward Lady Hartley, hoping she would not be the only eligible lady of marriageable age who had not been asked to participate in the opening dance. The musicians were in position. She ran the pad of her thumb over the diamonds at her throat.

“Miss Malboeuf.” The duke approached from behind her. She whirled to face him. “Would you care to dance?”

His nearness left her breathless. She hadn’t expected him, of all people, to come to her rescue. Carefully schooling her features, she said, “I would be delighted, Your Grace.” Lady Hartley smiled her approval.

He took her hand, sending a shiver of awareness through her, and led her toward the other dancers. Though they stood several inches apart, linked only by their hands, heat emanated from him. He suddenly seemed much larger than she remembered.

“How are you enjoying your first London ball, Miss Malboeuf?” he asked.

“Very much, Your Grace.” The quadrille air of L’Horatia began and they moved all round to the right, then to the left. The duke flashed her a wry smile as he took his turn performing the balancez and turned Catherine around with both hands. His touch sent a jolt through her.

About the Author: Ally lives in Texas and is convinced her house is shrinking, possibly because she shares it with three kids, four dogs, a cat, a rabbit, and several reptiles. Oh, and her husband. She likes to curse in Russian and spends most of her spare time letting dogs in and out of the house and shuttling kids around. She writes historical romance set in Regency England and Imperial Russia.

She loves to hear from readers and you can find Ally on her website, Facebook, and Twitter, though she makes no claims of using any of them properly.

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Lisa Fox brings us Her Perfect Lips

Lisa’s here today with her newest romance – looks like a great one!

Please read on, and leave a comment to show your love. :)

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Her Perfect Lips by Lisa Fox

Book Two of the Midnight Kiss Series, set in the dynamic world of ONE KISS

Blurb: You have to take a risk to live an adventure.

Determined, capable, and primed to rock her first big marketing conference, Stacy Saunders is not about let to anything get in the way of her ambition. It’s been a long time since she’s been in New Orleans, but she has no use for beads or Bourbon Street. She built a strict itinerary for this trip – one that certainly didn’t include running into the gorgeous Tennyson Landry again.

A chance reunion between the former lovers brings old feelings to the surface and the possibility of rekindling old flames. Their second time around could be the best time of all – if they can bridge the gap even wider than the thousand miles between them…

An Excerpt From: HER PERFECT LIPS

Copyright © LISA FOX, 2014

All Rights Reserved, Harper Impulse, a Division of HarperCollins Publishers

Bourbon Street was just as she remembered—loud music and neon lights, frat boys in muscle shirts and girls in crop tops, the stench of beer and pine-scented antiseptic cleaner, the sidewalks littered with garbage and puke. Their little entourage stumbled into the first club they found, which had “Play That Funky Music” blaring from the speakers. Stacy shook her head. Some things truly never changed. Bars on Bourbon Street would play that song until some ultimate, catastrophic apocalypse finally managed to wipe the city out for good.

The barker at the door proudly announced that the club was now offering their world famous three-for-one happy hour. The vodka tonic Stacy ordered was served in a plastic cup the size of which was rarely seen outside of a 7-Eleven. It contained more alcohol than any human should probably ever consume in a single serving, and she was glad to see that in addition to the bad music, the drinking culture had not changed either.

She headed toward the back of the club, outside into the little courtyard area where the music was somewhat blunted and she was less likely to have a drink spilled over her. The others followed, people in the group talking amongst themselves and goggling at the drunken antics on the dance floor. Peter had fallen back to walk alongside Melanie, and they ambled slowly, their heads close together, taking softly. Stacy sighed. So much for the whole reason to participate in this journey. Not that she could blame him. Melanie was gorgeous. Still, the rejection stung. Not that it would’ve worked anyway. The distance between them would have eventually become a hassle.

She sipped her cocktail, watching the dance floor light up red, then blue, then green as the strobe light pulsed over the dancers. Once again, she had a choice and none of her options were all too appealing. She could go back to the hotel and try to find a new group of people to talk with, she could go to bed, or she could stay right where she was and basically drink alone.

“Let’s go someplace quieter,” Peter shouted over the music and everybody agreed.

She followed them back out onto Bourbon Street, seriously considering her next move. Should I stay or should I go now? She let the chorus play out in her head and in that one millisecond pause, a drunken man wearing only jeans shorts and plastic beads lunged at her from the crowd. She sidestepped around him and almost collided with a woman exiting Pat O’Briens. The woman squealed and Stacy veered off the sidewalk into the street. A group of tourists swept her away, forcing her backward along with them. She fought against the wave of bodies, but it was a losing battle. And then, out of nowhere, a hand grabbed her arm, a lifeline in the storm.

The tourists continued on their journey, but Stacy was held in place, firmly anchored by that strong grip. The hold on her arm was a little too familiar for a stranger and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to thank or berate her rescuer. She turned, and her breath caught when she recognized her savior. “Hello, Ten.”

“Hey, Stacy.”

He grinned and every single part of her tingled. He was as attractive as she remembered—tall and strong, with rich, chocolate-brown hair, and a twinkle of mischief in his startling green eyes. The years had changed him only slightly, taking away the softness of youth and adding hard ridges and planes to his handsome face. His hair was a little too long, and he had a two-day beard, but the scruffiness didn’t take away from his almost poetic good looks. And though she would never admit it out loud, just the way his thighs filled out his well-worn blue jeans sent a thread of wicked heat trickling down her spine. Ten was the stuff of all kinds of naughty fantasies, and a few of her favorite ones instantly flashed through her mind.

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About Lisa:

World-renowned neurosurgeon, jet fighter pilot, secret member of American royalty, seducer of legions of beautiful, outrageously sexy angels and demons and vampires and werewolves and the occasional pirate, Lisa Fox has done it all…in her own mind. In reality, she can generally be found at her desk with a cup of coffee close at hand. Or maybe a martini. It really depends on the day.

Lisa Fox is a multi-published author of contemporary, erotic, and paranormal romance novellas. Feedback, comments, opinions, words of wisdom, chocolate cake and the addresses of super hot men are always appreciated and encouraged. Please feel free to contact Lisa any time.

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Dark Muse from Lisa Carlisle

Lisa has a new romance out – looks yummy!

Read on for more, and please leave a comment to show your love. :)

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Dark-Muse

Chateau Seductions Series

It takes time before Gina Meiro warms up to people and her shyness is often misunderstood. She hasn’t had to worry about meeting new people at a remote art colony until a new resident arrives—a rock guitarist more suited for a billboard. Her carefree days of painting at the medieval-styled castle on a remote New England island are shattered when she stumbles right into his welcome gathering.

After a falling out with his band, Dante Riani wants nothing more at Les Beaux Arts on DeRoche Island than solitude to work on new songs. When a shy young painter asks to paint him at sunset, he’s tempted by the opportunity to be alone with her.

Someone at the colony claims to know what Dante is and asks for his help. Dante fears his plans are coming undone, especially as grows more drawn to Gina. Her scent and vulnerability are too difficult to resist. But he must stay away from her—she would never understand his secret.

Excerpt

Gina bit her lip, building up the courage to speak her mind. “Actually, I was thinking something,” she confessed.

“Go on.”

“It may sound weird, and feel free to say no if it is.”

Dante’s eyes widened. “Something kinky?” he teased.

“No,” she swatted his arm. “Nothing like that.”

“How disappointing. So what’s on your mind?”

“I noticed you when I was inside the castle.” She left out the part about how long and how many days she had done this. “The silhouette of you playing guitar against the sunset is a perfect juxtaposition. Dark against light. The color contrast. The musician playing into the sunset. Brilliant.”

“Hmm.” He cocked an eyebrow. “I’m wondering where this is going.”

“Would you mind if I painted you one day?”

A smile crept from the corner of his decadent lips. “You don’t paint people often.”

She raised her chin. “I make exceptions when I see something worth painting.” Was she flirting? Time to shut the hell up. Heat rose in from her chest up to her cheeks. Always one to throw an awkward statement, she added, “Nobody would have to know it was you,” she added. “I’d hide your face.”

“You don’t like my face?” The hint of a smile developed into a full blown smirk.

“No!” She protested. “I do.” Shut up, Gina. You’re making it worse. “I meant for your privacy.”

“So you do like my face?” He grinned.

“I’m a p-painter,” she stammered. “I’m looking at this strictly as an artist not letting an opportunity slip her by.”

“So it’s for art, eh?” His eyes twinkled with amusement.

She nodded. This was a better move than trying to speak.

“I’ll think about it. Had plenty of photo shoots with the band, but never a painting. That’s kind of cool.” He stood up, picked up his guitar, and took a few steps toward the castle. Then he stopped and turned back. “I’d be careful about watching me too closely.”

“Why?” She smiled to match the sassy tone in her voice.

The smirk that had lingered on his face dropped away, replaced by a serious expression. “You might not like what you see.”

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About Lisa Carlisle:

Lisa Carlisle is a USA Today Bestselling author of romance and suspense. She loves stories with dark, brooding heroes and independent, caring heroines. Her romances have been named Top Picks at Night Owl Reviews and All Romance Ebooks. When she was younger, she worked at a variety of jobs in various countries. She backpacked alone through Europe and lived in Paris before returning to the U.S. and draws on her travels for inspiration for settings. Lisa also owned a bookstore for a few years as she loves to read. She’s now married with two kids, has a cat and many fish.

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A Scorching New Release from Sabrina York and a #Tiara #Giveaway

Sabrina’s back with another hot tale and her tiara giveaway – read on for more details!  :)

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Snow Angels, the final book in the Decadent Calendar Men Series is here!

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SNOW ANGELS by Sabrina York
Available from Decadent Publishing

The last thing Wade Masters wants on his month-long getaway to his sister’s wilderness cabin is company.  A wounded warrior, Wade is looking for complete isolation to deal with the tragedy of his life and his screaming guilt.

But company he gets, in the form of Lyssa Salk, a spunky, diminutive massage therapist. Who says she can talk to dead people.

Trapped together in the snowbound cabin, Wade and Lyssa have little else to do but help each other heal, spiritually, physically and sexually.

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He probably stayed in the shower too long; the water was turning tepid. But Wade didn’t care. He stepped out and dried off, ruffling his hair with the fluffy towel. He tried to ignore the pink hearts. But it was either pink hearts or Hello Kitty.

He resolved, if he ever visited this cabin again, he would bring his own towels. Something manly.

Camo maybe.

A sharp series of barks brought his head up with a snap.

Bo.

Bo rarely barked, and then only at a threat.

Wade snapped into gear, wrapping the towel around his waist and stopping in the bedroom to grab his pistol. He’d seen bear tracks and scat on his run and though it was the middle of winter, he knew they could come out of hibernation. They’d been known to break into cabins if they smelled food.

His heart leapt into his throat at the thought of Bo facing a hungry five-hundred pound beast with no protection.

Towel flapping, he pounded down the short hall into the great room of the cabin, expecting the worst. He stopped in his tracks.

Yeah.

It was the worst.

Not a bear.

But an even greater predator.

There, pressed up against the door, cornered by his snarling protector, be-speckled with snow and clutching a mangy backpack, was a woman.

He could tell she was a woman, even though she wore about six coats, one on top of the other, and a knit hat pulled down over her ears. Long black hair escaped from the cap, trailing over her shoulders. But it was the eyes that gave her away, wide and round and fringed with thick lashes. And her chin. It was delicate, dimpled, quivering. Her lips were parted. Her exquisite face pale.

Bo glanced back at him as if crowing, look what I caught! And then edged forward with an ominous growl.

The girl clutched her backpack closer and issued a panicked little peep. She tried to press back into the door, making herself as tiny as she could, but there was no give.

Besides, she was tiny enough.

Like a woodland sprite.

He would have thought her a fairy come in from the woods if he’d had a hint of whimsy in him. And if she hadn’t been wearing everything she owned. He didn’t know much about fairies, but he was pretty sure they had some fashion sense.

Bo’s growl became a snarl, a snap, and the girl warbled a wail. “Please!” she cried. “Call him off!”

Wade snapped his fingers, fully expecting Bo to heel. He’d been methodically trained by a world-renown expert. He always behaved.

He did not.

His hackles rose and he took another menacing step toward the girl. A tear tracked down her cheek. Her entire body shook. “P-please!”

“Bo! Fuß!” The command to heel in the language he’d learned as a puppy, penetrated and Bo licked his muzzle, gave a canine whine and padded to Wade’s side. “Braver Hund.” Wade riffled the scruff of Bo’s beck and gave him a scratch. “Good dog.”

The girl collapsed against the door, but her attention did not waver from Bo, whose hackles were still up. Wade didn’t understand his dog’s reaction. He’d always been friendly to strangers before, more likely to whap them to death with his tail than to so much as growl. But then his gaze fell on the small cage at the girl’s feet and he froze. He could see a hint of the creature inside and he suddenly understood.

Hell.

She had a cat.

Perfect.

Not only was his solitude shattered by an unwanted female guest, a bedraggled homeless ragamuffin, she’d brought a cat.

Damn.

He hated cats.

 

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About the Calendar Men Series

Read all 12 stories in this brand new multi-author series for 2014…and you’ll have a new book-boyfriend for every month of the year!

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Off the charts swoon-factor.
Hot heroes.
A man for every month.

Told by some of best authors in the world of romance, the Calendar Men stories have contemporary settings and star strong heroes doing good while looking great; men pose for a charity calendar to help military families of fallen heroes. Each has his own special reason for wanting to help the fictional Hero Family Fund, and each has his own obstacles to overcome.

 

January – Outback Dirty by JoAnne Kenrick

February – February Lover by Rebecca Royce

March – Seducing Helena by Ann Mayburn

April – Frontier Inferno by Kate Richards
May – Shockwave by D. L. Jackson
June – The Other Brother by Lucy Felthouse

July – The Letter by Mina Carter
August – Burning Love by Cassandra Carr
September – A Model Hero by Sara Daniel
October – Falling For her Navy SEAL Again by Clarissa Yip
November – Thankful For You by Cindy Spencer Pape
December – Snow Angels by Sabrina York

 

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About Sabrina York

Her Royal Hotness, Sabrina York, is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of hot, humorous stories for smart and sexy readers. Her titles range from sweet & sexy to scorching erotic romance.  Connect with her on twitter @sabrina_york, on Facebook or on Pintrest. Check out Sabrina’s books and read an excerpt on Amazon or wherever e-books are sold. Visit her webpage at www.sabrinayork.com to check out her books, excerpts and contests. Free Teaser Book: http://sabrinayork.com/home-2/sabrina-yorks-teaser-book/ And don’t forget to enter to win the royal tiara!

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Other Books by Sabrina York

Tryst Island Series—Steamy Contemporary Romance

Rebound Book 1

Dragonfly Kisses Book 2

Smoking Holt  Book 3

Heart of Ash  Book 4

Devlin’s Dare  Book 5

Parker’s Passion  Book 6

 

Anthologies and Collections

Heartbreak on a Stick (Hometown Heroes: Hotter Ever After Collection)

Five Alarm Fire (Erotic Contemporary for the High Octane Heroes Anthology, Cleis Press)

A Cowboy for Delilah (Erotic Contemporary for the Cowboy Heat Anthology, Cleis Press)

Saving Charlotte (Erotic Contemporary for the Smokin’ Hot Firemen Anthology, Cleis Press)

Stone Hard Seal (Hot Alpha Seals: Military Romance Megaset)

The Real McCoy–in the Cowboy 12 Pack

Whipped–in the WTRAFSOG Collection #8  

Stand Alone Contemporary Romance
Heartbreak on a Stick

 

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Fierce (A One Night Stand Story)

The last thing Katie expects—when she meets her friend Joy for a girls’ weekend in Vegas to celebrate her divorce—is an ambush. But Joy, determined to get Katie “back on the horse,” has submitted her profile with Madame Eve—who’s found her the perfect man.

Katie doesn’t want another man. She certainly doesn’t want or need confirmation that it’s her fault Mark could never satisfy her.

When Sebastian—scarred by the infidelity of his wife—overhears Katie’s confession, and the fact that she was faithful to her husband for ten years even though he never met her needs, he’s intrigued. More than intrigued. He’s determined to prove to this gorgeous, tempting, fascinating woman that she is not frigid. In fact, she is fierce.

 

 

 

 

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The Eyes of Vengeance and a contest

Teri Riggs is here today to tell us about The Eyes of Vengeance – great cover! There’s also a contest, so read on for more.
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Someone is methodically killing past members of The Consortium, a defunct group of ruthless businessmen who made their fortunes buying and selling prime Las Vegas real estate during the era that saw the beginnings of the mega casino and luxury hotels. Homicide Detective, Kennedy O’Brien, and her temporary partner, Reno Homicide Detective Hunt, race to stop a deranged predator who claims a new victim every forty-eight hours. The killer drugs his victims, slashes their wrists, and leaves a playing card with the body. As the clock continues to tick, the search for clues seems easy—too easy Kennedy suspects.

While chasing the killer, Kennedy must also try to control hotheaded Detective Hunt, who is hell-bent on finding out who killed the first victim—his best friend’s father. At the same time, she has to deal with a jealous Nick Campenelli, whom she may or may not be in a relationship with. Nick is unhappy with Kennedy spending so much time in close contact with the very smitten, Detective Hunt. Tossed into the mix are her retired cop grandfather, her self-appointed personal domestic slave, Elvis, and a boss who is demanding answers.

Is it any wonder that Kennedy doesn’t do relationships?

Enjoy an excerpt:

Kennedy pulled in behind the cruiser she imagined was Charles’ ride home. Out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of Charles, a scary looking nurse, and Officer Colder drifting toward a bench.

“What the hell are they doing out here in the open? I told him to stay put. Damn rookies.”

Kennedy put her car in park and got out, prepared to rip the kid a new ass. In the same instant, Kennedy caught a quick flash of reflected light coming from behind the shrubbery to the left of the hospital entrance. She knew immediately what the reflection was and pulled her weapon.

“Gun!” Kennedy ran towards the bench. “Everybody down!”

Shots rang out. A bullet struck the wheelchair and pinged off the metal frame. A shot hit the window, shattering glass everywhere.

A sickening thud she recognized all too well came next. A bullet hitting flesh. A loud groan came from the group. Then a scream.

Kennedy saw movement in the shrubbery. She stuck her gun outward in a two-handed hold, and spread her feet apart.

“Freeze! Police!” She kept her hold steady.

There was more movement and the shooter fired off another five shots. Kennedy fired back. She felt a sharp sting, followed by a burning sensation in her left upper arm. Behind her, she heard another gun fire off several rounds.

Glancing over her shoulder, she saw the squad car’s driver was out and firing in the direction of the bushes. He emptied his revolver and was still firing the empty chamber. Click, click, click. No bullets—only empty clicks.

“Stop firing, Smitty. The shooter’s gone.”

Smitty re-loaded his gun and took off in the direction the shooter ran.

Another squad car and an unmarked pulled in, parking behind the Mustang. Detectives Sparks and Tenuta jumped out of the unmarked.

“Thank god.” Kennedy reached with her right hand and covered her left arm where blood was gushing out like an oil well. “The shooter took off that way.”

“Let’s see if we can find the motherfucker!” Sparky yelled to the two officers in the newly arrived squad car. Sparky followed Smitty.

Jimmy grabbed Kennedy by both arms. “Let’s get you inside and let a doc have a look at that arm.”

“I’m fine. Check on Killgrew and the nurse. Tim Colder is with them.” Jimmy hesitated. “Go on. I’m fine.”

Kennedy bent over and took a deep breath. Her vision blurred and little white fuzzies floated before her. She stood up slowly, inhaled one more time, and walked slowly towards the bench.
The nurse was still screaming. Charles was pale and looked like he was in shock. Officer Tim Colder lay in a rapidly growing puddle of blood. He’d been shot in the chest.

Kennedy knew from the gray color of Tim’s skin, the kid was beyond help. Still, Jimmy administered CPR.

Jimmy was right. Kennedy dropped to her knees next to Tim. “Oh, no you don’t. Not on my watch.” She worked with Jimmy. Together they tried desperately to bring the young cop back. Soon three ER doctors and a code team rushed through the doors and took over.

Sirens screamed into the night’s air as more cops arrived. CSU team would be on scene in a matter of minutes. Two cops had been shot. Internal Affairs would make a showing, too.

Sparky was back and breathing hard. “Sorry, Kenny. No sign of the motherfucker. Bastard gave us the slip.” For the first time, Sparky noticed Tim and the code team working over him.

“Oh fuck.” Sparky crossed himself. “In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,” he mumbled. The conflicting gesture following Sparky’s stream of obscenities, did not go unnoticed.

Time seemed to move in slow motion. She whispered, “Please, God, don’t let this happen.”

Kennedy shook herself out of her increasing shock and panic. “Sparky, take a couple of uniforms and get Mr. Killgrew home. Don’t let him out of your sight until I get there.”

Kennedy pointed to the nurse, who was still screaming, and said to Jimmy, “Get her the hell out of here before I do something stupid.”

Jimmy shoved the hysterical nurse inside the hospital doors, passed her off to another nurse, and returned to Kennedy’s side. He tried to pull her away. “Come on, Kenny. Let’s get you checked out. We can’t help Tim now.”

Tim’s partner, Smitty, stood with another of the uniformed officers. He was weeping. Smitty was in charge of training the young cop. Guilt was gonna eat away at Smitty for a long time to come. “Join the crowd,” Kennedy said quietly.

Kennedy stood firm and watched as the doctors called the code and pronounced Officer Timothy Colder, age twenty-three, dead.

With a heavy heart, Kennedy shook her head and said, “Dead of stupidity.”

Jimmy said, “What’d you say, Kennedy? Couldn’t hear you over all the noise.”

Kennedy didn’t repeat the comment, but instead asked, “Why didn’t he wait for me? I told him to wait. Five minutes, that’s all. Five fucking minutes.”

About the Author:

As a child, Teri made up her own bedtime stories. When her children came along, Teri always tweaked the fairy tales she told her daughters, giving them a bit more punch and better endings when needed.

Now she spends her days turning her ideas into books. She lives in Marietta, GA with her husband.

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Rhona and her #Viking #Vampire from “Viking in Tartan” in the new NAUGHTY LIST #boxedset (#romance #Scotland @MFRW_ORG)

I’m pleased to have Suz deMello here today – and she’s hosting a contest! More on that later.

For now, here’s Suz. Please give her a warm welcome, and be sure to leave a comment to show your love. :)

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Today I’m blogging about a short story that’s in the Naughty List, a boxed set a group of us created to warm up your chilly winter nights. It’s available now! And there’s a Rafflecoter giveaway—deets below.

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The Naughty List is far from your usual vapid fare about kissing under the mistletoe and random sex at office Christmas parties. No–we have stories from the steamiest erotica to the most heart-warming happily ever after. We have medievals and futuristics,  ménages and committed couples rediscovering love. You want romance? You want hot sex? We have it all.

Here’s the 4-1-1 about Viking in Tartan, a medieval romance from the Highland Vampires series…A Viking raider brings change to little Clan Kilbirnie, especially to the chieftain’s daughter Rhona.

Excerpt:

He kissed her neck, feathering his tongue over the sensitive skin, and all conscious thought fled. She gripped his shoulders, then stroked them, admiring his strength, a contrast to his sweet, sweet kisses.

Her body was heating, tingling, sizzling, and she wanted to touch herself the way she did when she was alone at night, but… Wasn’t that wanton? Would he cease to treat her kindly if he knew the desires that drove her?

He lifted his head. “Touch yourself. Touch yourself in whatever way feels good to you.”

She inhaled a startled breath.

“Aye,” he said. “’Tis all right. Do it.”

She kissed him and dropped a hand to her quim. ’Twas damp and needy, and she couldna resist pushing in one finger, then two, moaning.

“Aye,” he whispered. “Are you ready?”

“I… Should we?”

“You’re asking me?” He laughed.

“Truly, sir, I ken not what I should do.”

He pulled away and regarded her, his expression thoughtful, and rubbed his chin. “What troubles you, Mistress Rhona?”

“I, er… I ken that a man will reject used goods. That the Bute would reject me as would every other well-born man because I am with ye tonight.” She rose and picked up her shift. “But what if ye should do the same?”

He shook his head. “I will not.”

She pressed her lips together. Well she knew the ways of men, having seen more than one lass broken-hearted by a lad’s inconstancy. “I should go.”

“Is that what you truly wish?” He fixed her with those eyes again, those impossibly deep, soulful eyes.

Caught in their spell, she sank to her knees before him. “Nay,” she whispered.

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About Suz deMello:

Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written seventeen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s held the positions of managing editor and senior editor, working for such firms as Totally Bound and Ai Press. She also takes private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.


–Find her books at http://www.suzdemello.com

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