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Sunday Snippet: Rising from the Ashes by Charity West #Firemen #RomanceBooks #newadult

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“You have to be exhausted after working until this morning and then dealing with my apartment this afternoon.” I nibbled my bottom lip. “What if I made dinner? I haven’t eaten yet, and I’m sure you haven’t either.”

“I have a better idea. Why don’t we order some pizzas and watch TV for a while? We can sit on the couch and just relax for the rest of the night. Put on PJs and kick back.”

I arched a brow. “You own pajamas?”

“Well, I own pajama pants. Does that count?”

Holy Jesus, was he seriously going to run around without a shirt? Because I wasn’t sure my hormones could handle it. The hint of muscle I could see through his t-shirts was enough to make me drool. I didn’t think I could handle bare skin. Although, it would be a nice distraction from my problems, as long as I could keep my hands to myself. I wasn’t going to make any promises, though. A shirtless Zarek might be too much temptation.

He smirked, and I realized I was staring like an idiot.

“You just pictured me shirtless, didn’t you?” he asked with laughter flashing in his eyes.

My cheeks flushed. “No. Of course not.”

His grin widened a little, and he shook his head, clearly not believing me.

“If you tell me what you want on your pizza, I’ll place the order while you get comfortable.”

“I knew you were anxious to get me out of my clothes.”

My whole face felt like it was on fire. Before I could embarrass myself further, I bolted from the room and went to get a drink from the kitchen. I’d made a fresh pitcher of sweet tea last night and hadn’t touched it yet. By the time I’d poured myself a glass and returned to the living room, I could hear the shower going. I set my glass down and went to change into a tank and sleep shorts. They were old and comfortable, but they showed enough skin to be considered sexy. Do I want Zarek to see me as sexy?

I’d thought we would be roommates, co-workers, and nothing more. But the more I got to know Zarek, the harder it was to resist him. I’d felt that instant spark when we’d met at work on Monday, and I had to wonder what that spark would feel like if our lips touched. Would I feel the zing all the way to my toes? Just being near him was enough to make me tingle with awareness. I thought about him in the shower and wondered if he was as sexy dripping wet as I imagined him to be. I gave myself a mental slap, changed into my pajamas, and then returned to the living room. I couldn’t order the pizza yet since Zarek hadn’t told me what he wanted on his. I hadn’t paid close attention at work when the crew had ordered enough pizza to feed a small army.

I heard the shower shut off, and a few minute later, he wandered into the room.

My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth, and I nearly choked on my own spit as he sank onto the sofa next to me. Holy hell, he was hot as fuck! His broad chest was well-muscled and his abs … I nearly fanned myself. As I whipped around to face the TV, before I got caught staring, I absently wiped at my chin to make sure I hadn’t been drooling.

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Sunday Snippet: Tiger’s Claim by Kenna McKay #shifters #PNR

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“She has something to tell you. Do you no’, lass?” Maddock said, prodding her closer to Brochan.

Fenella looked miserable as she twisted the skirt of her dress in her hands. “Iona isnae comin’.”

Brochan’s eyebrows lifted to his hairline. “What do you mean she isnae comin’? We were to be wed a half hour past.”

Fenella cast a glance around before moving closer. She leaned in until her lips brushed his ear, making him grow even warmer. Her voice was soft as she whispered in his ear, the soft puff of her breath wreaking havoc on him.

“She isnae comin’,” Fenella whispered. “She’s run off with a businessman from Glasgow.”

Brochan leaned back and looked down at her, thinking the lass surely must be jesting. Where in the hell would Iona have met a man from Glasgow? It wasn’t like she travelled any further than the neighboring town. And if she’d run off with him, did that mean she’d been seeing him secretly this entire time?

“I know she didnae want to hurt you, Brochan, but she said she fell in love and didnae know how to break things off with you. She’s held it all in until this morning. She left an hour ago.”

“If you’ve known for an hour, lass, why didnae you come and tell me before I stood down here waiting like a bampot? I’ve been made a fool by the entire town, and it could have been avoided if you’d spoken up sooner. People will be laughing about this for ages.”

Her cheeks flushed. “I didnae mean any harm, Brochan. I was scared to tell you, truth be told. I didnae want to be the bearer of bad tidings on your wedding day, or what was supposed to be your wedding day. I know Iona didnae mean any harm, but she had to follow her heart. You can understand that, right? I mean, you’d do the same if your roles were reversed?”

Not hardly. If he were to claim the woman he’d always wanted, he’d have to take Fenella as his wife, and that was never going to happen. Just because taking a younger bride had worked out well for Alasdair, his alpha, it didn’t mean it would work out well for Brochan too. But Christ! He loved the lass more than his next breath and always had. He’d run off more of her boyfriends than he could count, always threatening to rip them to shreds if they darkened her door again. He might not be able to claim her for himself, but that didn’t mean he wanted someone else to have her.

His gaze took in the hungry onlookers, each of them hanging on their every word. Bunch of vultures. They would gossip over this moment for days. Weeks. Hell, possibly months or longer. If Iona were present, he’d wring her neck for putting him in his position. Blowing out a breath, he calmed himself before his beast could rise to the surface. The last thing he needed was to shift in the middle of the church, especially after Fergus’ lapse in judgment not too long ago.

“It’s no’ your fault, Fenella. This is between Iona and me, and she was just too chicken shit to come forward and talk to me herself. You donae need to fret over it. What’s done is done. It’s no’ like you can bring her back, and even if you could, I wouldnae marry her now for all the money in the world. She’s made her bed, let her lie in it.”

Fenella nodded and reached for him, but he held himself stiff and refused to succumb to her charms. If he took her in his arms, it would all be over. With his current state of mind, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold back. He wouldn’t mean to do it, but he’d claim her for certain. There were worse things, he supposed, than living the rest of his life with the woman he loved, but he didn’t want to condemn her to a life of secrecy. She deserved a man who didn’t have to hide his true nature, and children who wouldn’t turn into tigers. If she married him, her life would be one big lie.

That had been fine for Iona, except that she hadn’t known what he was. He’d thought to tell her after the ceremony but before he claimed her. Not that it was a sound plan because so much could have gone wrong, but it was a moot point now. Iona would never learn his secret; he’d never claim her; and now that she was gone, he no longer had a reason to be around Fenella. That was both a blessing and a curse. He’d no longer have to hide how he felt about the young lass, but at the same time, being around her was like feeling the sun on your face. He’d miss that.

“You should go home, lass,” he told her. “I’ll let everyone know there willnae be a wedding today, or any day.”

“Are you sure you donae want me to stay?” she asked uncertainly. “Most of these people are my friends and family. They might take the news better from me.”

“I’ll be fine, lass.”

She nodded and hesitantly walked back up the aisle. When she was out of sight, Brochan heaved a sigh and faced the gathered men, women, and children who were waiting for a wedding that would never take place. God give him strength, because all he wanted to do right now was go get shit faced somewhere until the humiliation was over. No one left Brochan Kinley! Well, until now. He felt the sting of Iona’s rejection, even if he had been doubting their suitability just moments before she’d stood him up. It was the way she’d done it that rankled. If she’d come to him before now, let him know she was having doubts, that she’d met someone else, then he’d have happily walked away and left her to her life. But no, she had to jilt him at the altar. Bitch.

“You’re probably wonderin’ about the delay in the wedding,” Brochan said in a loud voice. “Well, there isnae going to be a wedding. It seems the bride has found herself another groom. Unfortunately, she forgot to tell the rest of us.”

 

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Sunday Snippet: Eternally Ever After by Jessica Coulter Smith #PNR #vampires #RomanceBooks

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Rain pounded the tin roof of the cabin, lightning streaked across the sky and thunder rumbled, rattling the windows. The storm was unlike any he’d seen before, and Whittaker had seen plenty of storms in the four hundred years he’d roamed the earth. The only benefit the storm provided was a lack of sunlight, allowing him to ramble around the house regardless of the time of day. It had been so long since he’d seen the sun that he no longer missed it, not like he had the first hundred years of his existence.

The storm continued to rage outside, the darkness impenetrable to all except night creatures like him. As he scanned the tree line, he noticed something out of place. A small, white speck in the distance lying on the ground, one he hadn’t noticed moments before. He watched intently, his breath hissing between his teeth when he realized it was a human. How one had managed to climb so far as to reach his cabin he had no idea. Regardless, he knew there was no way a fragile human would survive the storm.

Opening the cabin door, he rushed outside, reaching the prone figure’s side in seconds. He stared down in amazement at a small, pale woman. Her clothing and hair, plastered to her body, left little to his imagination. Lifting her gently into his arms, Whittaker ran back to the cabin, slamming the door behind him.

As he stood dripping all over the floor, he gazed at the creature in his arms. Her breasts pushed against the material of her dress, now made transparent by the weather. Hardened nipples peeked at him through the sopping material, making his cock come to instant attention.

He felt like a schoolboy, unable to control his baser urges. Moving to the bedroom, he laid her on the bed and stripped her soaked dress from her body. His gaze skimmed over her glistening skin, from her full breasts to the curls at the junction of her thighs. Without thought, his hand reached for her, gently cupping a perfect breast. Her skin was cold, reminding him that she needed a towel and something warm to wear.

With a mental shake, he brought himself back to the here and now and sprang into action. Grabbing two large, fluffy towels from the bathroom, he dried her skin and wrung the water from her hair. While she slept, he would clean her clothes. He rummaged through his drawers until he found a black tee for her to wear. Slipping the garment over her head, he reluctantly covered her delectable body.

He wondered how she came to be so far up the mountain without shoes or underthings, and in a dress, no less, but all that would have to wait. He only hoped she didn’t catch a fever from being in the rain for so long.

He looked down upon her for a moment longer, admiring her pale skin and dark hair. She looked like the quintessential English rose, dainty, delicate, and breathtaking. While her eyes had yet to open, he imagined they would be something soft like a hazel or maybe even a blue.

His gaze took in her form. She wasn’t slim like the current fashion called for, but she wasn’t fat either. No, she was what most in this modern time would call plump, but to Whittaker she was mouthwatering, and he didn’t mean her blood. It took every ounce of willpower he owned to walk away.

He pulled the bedroom door closed behind him and moved silently through the small structure until he reached the laundry room. A powerful windmill and large generator on the property gave his cabin the energy it needed for electricity, allowing him the creature comforts so far from civilization. At times like these, he was thankful for having modern inventions on hand. The washing machine and dryer would make short work of cleaning and drying the thin garment in his hands.

Once finished, he moved back to the living room to watch the storm again. Perhaps the rain would keep his mind off his strange guest, and more importantly, help him keep his hands to himself. Her blood sang to him, but it was her body he wanted most.

 

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Sunday Snippet: Blaze (Steel Riders) by Jessica Coulter Smith #PNR #MCromance #bikers #shifters

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Ride hard. Live free.

 

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Lucas “Blaze” Thompson inhaled a lungful of nicotine before tossing the butt on the ground and putting it out under his Harley Davidson boots. Blowing out a cloud of smoke, he braced his arms on the porch railing and stared off into the night. Behind him, the raucous sounds of laughter and revelry could be heard as his brothers celebrated their latest score. They’d managed to steal ten kilos of cocaine from the Stingers M.C. and had turned around and sold it for $250,000. It wouldn’t last long, not with the rate they went through booze and marijuana, and the occasional score of heroin, but it would add to the coffers for a little while.

Truthfully, selling drugs left a bad taste in his mouth, but he supposed it could be worse. There were clubs known for prostitution and human trafficking, and he definitely wasn’t down with that shit. At least the party girls who came to their clubhouse were there of their own free will, even if half of them were hoping to become someone’s old lady. Not that Blaze was about to take sloppy seconds as his old lady, not when the party girls fucked everyone in the club, sometimes more than one at a time. He didn’t kid himself and think his mate would be virginal, but as far as he was concerned, the party girls were just one step up from whores. He had absolutely no respect for them, and when he took a mate, he was going to respect the hell out of her.

He reached for another cigarette but paused as he felt a small hand slide up his back and under his cut, the long nails slightly scraping him through his tee. Blaze didn’t know how the female had gotten the drop on him, but it wasn’t like him to be so careless. At the very least, his grizzly should have alerted him to the woman’s presence, especially since one whiff told him it was the one female he wanted to avoid.

“I’m not in the mood, Celia.”

“That wasn’t what you said last week, when you were fucking me against the hallway wall. As I recall, you didn’t say much, but you sure worked me over with that monster cock of yours.” Her hand snaked around his waist and groped him.

Blaze pried her hand away, careful not to hurt her, even though he’d have loved nothing more than to crush every bone in her body at that particular moment. The woman was downright lethal—not in a sexy way—and he knew she was trouble for the club…and him. But she sucked cock like a pro, so his brothers were ignoring his warnings. He’d caught her in the Pres’ office snooping around, but she claimed to have gotten lost on the way to the bathroom. He didn’t buy her bullshit for a moment. She was either working for someone, or looking to score. Either way, she had no business hanging around the Steel Riders, and he’d love nothing more than to boot her out on her ass.

“I fucked you,” he admitted. “Once. It’s never going to happen again.”

Fire lit her eyes for a flash of a second and then she was all syrupy smiles and simpering coos as she rubbed his chest. “You know you don’t mean that. We had a good time. It can happen again, whenever you want. However you want.”

He growled, the sound rumbling from his chest, as he bared his teeth at her. He felt his bear rise up inside of him. “I will never want you, Celia. And if you think I’m going to claim you, you couldn’t be more mistaken. I’d never take a whore like you as my mate.”

Her lips tightened and anger brightened her eyes. “So I’m not good enough for you? Good enough to fuck but not to claim?”

“You’re here to scratch an itch. Nothing more. If you want a white picket fence, you need to look elsewhere. No one in this club is going to be stupid enough to sign on to a life sentence with you.”

She drew her hand back and let it fly, but he caught it in a bruising grip before it could make contact with his cheek. He squeezed, not hard enough to break bones, but enough to get his point across. Blaze didn’t let go until she winced, then he dropped her hand and watched as she took a step back. There was hatred in her gaze as she stared up at him.

“You’re going to regret tossing me aside,” she said.

“No. What I regret is ever fucking you to begin with.”

Her cheeks flushed as she turned on her heel and stormed back inside, probably to tell his brothers what a big meanie he was. And more than likely, someone would fall for her story and take her to bed tonight. What she needed was a final send off, with her tail tucked between her legs for her treachery. There was no way Celia had been in that office by mistake. And there were plenty of drugs to be had around the club, so that only left money. She had to have been looking to steal from them. Maybe she was after the $250,000, or maybe she wanted more than that. What she didn’t know was that they seldom left cash lying around; it was locked up tightly in the safe in the boardroom, and even she wouldn’t be stupid enough to wander into that place.

Blaze shook out another cigarette and lit it up. He inhaled deeply and held the breath a moment before blowing the smoke out. He could practically feel the nicotine give him an extra charge just from that one puff. His ma had been after him to quit for years, but it wasn’t like he was going to get cancer from it, not with his shifter abilities. She should just be thankful he’d kicked his heroin habit before it had really gotten its hooks into him. He’d watched some of his brothers detox from that shit and it wasn’t pretty.

Truthfully, he didn’t know what the future held for him at this point. He was an officer with the Steel Riders M.C. and his brothers were his life. But he couldn’t ignore the emptiness he’d been feeling lately, the dull ache inside that told him something was missing. Yeah, he had a great time—drinking, smoking, and fucking anything in a skirt, but lately that wasn’t enough. He’d never dare voice his feelings or his brothers would call him a pussy and question his ability to hold the position of Sergeant-at-Arms. Blaze was known for his take-no-prisoners attitude and ability to beat the shit out of a man without blinking. And he regretted nothing he’d done for the club over the last twenty years.

He was pushing forty now. Maybe it was time to settle down. Blaze had always thought he’d know his mate when he met her, that there would be some instant pull, some recognition on his part, but what if that was just a fairy tale? What if he’d wasted all these years waiting on something that might not ever happen when he could have found some nice girl and settled down years ago? Assuming he could find a nice girl who wouldn’t mind his lifestyle. Not too many good girls wanted to link themselves to a biker for more than one night.

Yeah. That’s what he wanted. Some prim, proper, buttoned-up woman who looked like a librarian on the outside, but fucked like a wild cat. If he closed his eyes, he could almost see her. It was enough to get his dick hard. With a grunt, he put out his cigarette and contemplated his next move. He could go back inside, join the merriment and get laid once or twice by the random girls inside. Or he could call it a night and head home.

 

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Sunday Snippet: Rescued by the Baron by Jessica Coulter Smith #HistoricalRomance #RomanceBooks

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A woman on the run. A man with a tragic past. Neither are prepared for what fate holds for them.

 

Rescued By The Baron AMAZON LARGE

 

New Orleans, 1895

Pain pierced her side as her bare feet slapped against the ground, her legs churning as she ran for all she was worth. Her heart raced as she glanced over her shoulder. Lilian had escaped Madame Giselle, but she knew there were men after her, could feel their breaths on the back of her neck as they ran her to ground like a fox. It had been sheer luck that she’d managed to slip away from the owner of Louisiana’s premium brothels and auction mart. Her feet pounded harder against the unforgiving sidewalk, her lungs ached as she panted for breath. Lilian’s family may have sold her to Madame Giselle, but that didn’t mean she had to sit there and take whatever the woman dished out. She’d been complacent as long as she’d thought one single man would own her, but after hearing that she was to be housed in the main brothel as a common whore, she’d dug deep and found the courage to escape.

She raced through the streets of New Orleans, clinging to the shadows, hoping to put the infamous Storyville far behind her. Sweat beaded on her brow as she chanced another glance behind her Lilian rounded a corner and recoiled off something hard and unyielding. Losing her balance, she tumbled to the ground, her breath leaving her in a whoosh as she sprawled on the sidewalk. Just five more minutes and she would have been free! She scurried backwards, away from the outstretched hand. Momentarily dazed, she was taken aback when someone brushed the hair out of her eyes.

A man knelt beside her.

“Are you all right?” he asked, concern etched on his handsome face, his chocolate gaze holding a tinge of worry.

Lilian nodded, still unable to speak. His kind eyes took in her rumpled clothes, what there was of the barely-there dress, and he reached out to finger her long red locks. He seemed harmless enough, but it was hard to tell these days. He couldn’t be completely respectable or he wouldn’t have been walking into Storyville. What was he doing on foot anyway? His clothes were far too fine for someone who lived in the area.

“Are you in trouble? Are you running from someone?” he asked.

Before Lilian could answer, she heard shouts coming from around the corner. They were close and getting closer. If she didn’t get up and move, they’d catch her for sure.  And Lilian refused to be caught! Lilian shivered in revulsion just thinking about the fate that awaited her if she returned to Madame Giselle. A different man every night, their hot, sweaty bodies pressing her down into some filthy mattress. Her skin crawled and begged for a bath just thinking about such things.

The man glanced over her shoulder and helped Lilian to her feet. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her close. Lilian knew he was a stranger and she shouldn’t trust him, but something about him called to her. The gentleness of his touch, perhaps, or his softly spoken words. He seemed like a kind man, despite the fact he appeared to be heading into Storyville, probably looking for an evening in a whore’s bed.

With his strength surrounding her, he began to lead Lilian away from Storyville. She could still hear the men behind them, and she worried that they might cause trouble for the gentleman, and he couldn’t be anything less than with his fine manners and clothes. Lilian didn’t want him to get hurt just for being a Good Samaritan.

“Are those men after you?” he asked softly, as he helped her into a nearby carriage.

She swallowed hard. “Yes.”

Once they were settled, he tapped on the roof and the carriage lurched forward. She could hear the clip-clop of the horse’s hooves, pounding in time with her heart, as she sank back into the soft seats. The soft velvets seats of the well-sprung carriage bespoke wealth, something she’d never had and would never experience beyond this moment.

“You need to tell me why so I’ll know what I’m up against.” He studied her intently.

“I ran away from Madame Giselle.”

He didn’t look surprised, exactly, but she could tell he’d been hoping for a different answer. “You’re a…”

“Not yet. My family sold me to her last week.  She’s been grooming me for the business, but I don’t want that life. I’d rather die in the gutter somewhere than make her rich by lying on my back night after night.”

He set his jaw, a steely determination entering his eyes. “Then you won’t live that life.”

“I wouldn’t have minded so much if she had planned for me to be with just one man, but… the thought of working in one of her brothels was more than I could take.  So I ran away.”

“Well, you’re safe now. I won’t let them harm you.”

“You can’t stop them.”

“If I can’t convince them to leave you alone, I’ll just purchase you from Madame Giselle.” His gaze caressed her and she shivered.

 

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Sunday Snippet: Way of the Wolf (Northlanders Boxed Set) by Shelby Morgen #PNR #werewolves #Fantasy #RomanceBooks

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The shape-shifting women of the Clan of the Wolf fight for their very survival…

 

2nd Edition Way of the Wolf (Northlanders) by Shelby Morgen

Genres: Paranormal, Suspense, Dark Fantasy

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Length: 344 pages

“You shall break my mind,” he whispered.

She slid slowly back down his rigid member, rocking back slightly as she enveloped him all the way to his balls. “I would own more than thy body,” she told him, reaching this time to flick her tongue over the tip of his right nipple. He thrust up into her harder. “I would have thy heart.”

He laughed, though a little breathlessly. “You already have it, M’Lady. You have owned me body and soul since I first looked up at you from my place in the mud. Do you not understand what Mael amin means?”

She raised herself up slowly to her knees again. “It is more than a pretty name?”

“My heart,” he whispered. “It means my heart.”

Her smile turned wondrous. “My heart. Mael amin. Ye have my heart as well, Mael amin.”

The chains of a fear he had not known he harbored fell away as he surged up into her hot, wet cunt. This time she made no move to withdraw, but rocked hard against him again and again, driving him home to the place where he’d always wanted to be — the place where he had but dreamed of being. His restraint broken, release came quickly, but not before she convulsed around him with a strength that threatened to shatter his sanity. It was his turn to hold her in his arms as hers lost their strength and she toppled to his chest.

“Mael amin?” Her voice was but a whisper against the quiet of the night wind.

“My love?”

“If ye would stay with me, then ye should know the truth.”

His lips quirked up into a slight smile. “There is more?”

Her tone remained serious. “I have been sent to House Yarishet for more than just simple negotiations. The House of Yarishet holds a talisman of import to House Lochinvar. This talisman was stolen from our house long ago. Still, I canna’ simply burst through the door and demand its return. To slaughter the entire house of Yarishet over a talisman would be in bad form. We would lose many political allies.”

Relief surged through him. If that was all… He dragged his tongue over the tip of her still darkened nipple. “Perhaps I can help you.”

Her breath caught in her throat, making her response a strangled sound. “How?”

His body was recovering already, wanting her more than he had ever imagined he could want a woman. The legends were true. She was as an intoxicant to him. “I have been often within the walls of the keep at Yarishet. I know the castle layout well.” As he indeed knew the layout of her body.

She smiled up at him. “Ye may well be useful in other places than beside me in bed.”

“Useful?” he mocked, nipping at her bottom lip. “Is that what I am to you? Useful?” His rigid cock pressed against her thigh.

“And entertaining.”

He pinned her hands to her side, his body over hers, brushing her mouth with his lips again. “Allow me to entertain you again.”

“Ye shall entertain me to death,” she whispered.

Somehow, the words did not sound like an objection.

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“The action develops smoothly in this story with some surprises along the way. The sex scenes are electric with both leads characters being aggressive and strong. It’s a ride guaranteed to heat up the reader.”

4.5 Stars! — Kirra Pierce, Just Erotic Romance Reviews, for A Slave’s Price


“Extremely erotic, this story will literally have you squirming on your seat. It is the sort of book that you need to set aside occasionally to regain some composure.”

4.5 Stars! — Mireya Orsini, Just Erotic Romance Reviews, for A Sorcerer’s Seduction

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A Kiss in the Dark (Duet) by Shelby Morgen

The storm of the century dropped her in the arms of a stranger-Now she can’t get him out of her mind…

Sunday Snippets: Entwined (Intergalactic Loyalties) #scifi #aliens #RomanceBooks

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She’s his everything, and he’s nothing without her.

 

Genres: science fiction, erotic romance, alien encounters

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Karen Fox
Length: Novella

“All right. I’ll have someone at the auction house draft the transfer papers. You don’t have to pay me for her since you’re my brother, but I’ll take you up on your offer to cover the hospital bill. I’ll make sure all that’s in there.”

Bane grinned. “I’ll be ready to sign them first thing in the morning. You can bring them here.”

Arko frowned. “Why don’t I bring them by your house?”

“Because I’ll be here.”

Tyre folded his arms over his chest. “Your brother hasn’t left Ariana’s side since I brought him up to this room three days ago. It may injure your pride, but maybe knowing she doesn’t have to go home with you will snap her out of this… well, whatever it is. I don’t have a diagnosis for what’s going on with her other than depression. I think it killed part of her to lose that baby.”

“I’ll go now and get it taken care of,” Arko said. “I’ll return at first light.”

Bane nodded. “Tell Cael that I’ll be back to work once I have Ariana settled.”

“I still can’t believe you’re working with our baby brother.”

Bane shrugged. “I come up with the ideas, he helps put the logistics to it. We make a good team.”

“Until tomorrow, then.”

Tyre checked the IV fluids, walked over to a panel on the wall and punched in a bunch of numbers. When a syringe with orange goo popped out, Bane frowned.

“What’s that for?”

“To wake her. I think you need to tell her the good news. It might be just what she needs right now.”

Bane settled on the edge of the bed and held her hand as Tyre administered the injection. Almost immediately, her eyes began to flutter.

“Ariana? Can you hear me?” he asked softly. “Come back to me, sweetheart. I have something to tell you.”

“I’m not dead?” she croaked.

“No, you aren’t dead, and I hope you won’t be anytime soon. I have good news.”

“This was all a nightmare?”

He ran the backs of his fingers down her cheek. “I wish that were so. I can’t take away what happened, but Arko did agree to sell you to me. You never have to see him again after I sign the papers tomorrow if you don’t want to. I can arrange it so you’re never in the same room. Once you’re able to leave the hospital, you get to go home with me.”

“You’ll need time to procure quarters for me.”

“No, you don’t understand. You’re coming home, to my home. I want you to live with me, Ariana.”

Her eyes widened. “In your house?”

“Your life is going to be very different from this point forward. No more slave apartments, no more slave dresses. When you’re back on your feet, I’m bringing a clothing designer into the house, and you can have new clothes made. I know the Keshpan dresses won’t fit you because our women are stick thin, and you have such a lush delectable figure, but there’s no reason they can’t be tailored to fit your needs. I want you to be comfortable.”

“Why are you doing this, Bane?”

“I told you why,” he said. “It’s time you were able to enjoy the beauty of my world. Let me share it with you.”

She nodded. “I’ll try to get better.”

“Does that mean you’ll eat now?” Tyre asked.

Her gaze flicked to his a moment before returning to Bane. “Yes, I’ll eat something.”

Bane smiled. “Wonderful. Tyre will get you anything you want. Their food simulator can produce meals from your home planet, if you’d like something familiar. I had one installed in my home, as well, so you can enjoy pizza or spaghetti. I’ve tried both meals and found them fascinating. I think, perhaps, my favorite was pancakes and scrambled eggs.”

She smiled. “Eggs and bacon sounds good. Maybe a biscuit on the side?”

“Whatever you want.” He kissed her hand. “I’d give you the moons from the sky if I thought it would make you better.”

She made a face.

“What is it? Are you hurting?”

“No, it’s just… you’re a little hard to get used to after being with Arko for so long. He’s always been considerate, until now, but he’s never been very enthusiastic about my wellbeing. It’s going to take me some time to adjust to the differences between the two of you.”

Bane squeezed her fingers. “You take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.”

No, he wouldn’t leave her side. He hadn’t told her the complete truth. The honest to gods truth was that he’d fallen in love with her the moment he’d laid eyes on her. With her fiery hair and pale complexion, those vibrant green eyes, she’d been breathtaking. Then she’d spoken, a soft sweet voice that had made him smile the instant he heard her. And she’d been his brother’s. It was the only time he’d truly hated his brother, had ever wanted anything that Arko had.

But now she was his. Even if it took him the rest of his life, he was going to show her what it meant to be loved and cherished by a Keshpan male…

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Praise for Entwined…

“I loved Ari’s character. She was relatable and endearing. Bane was a very likable hero and was passionate. This was a sweet yet sensual short story that was enjoyable to read.”

— Nikki, Sensuous Reviews

“On the whole, I liked the stories… There are space ship flights, fights, kidnappings, twists & turns, & rescues before lovers can be together forever. Buy the three together & you’ll have an afternoon of fun at the beach.”

— 4 Stars from Alberta, Manic Readers Reviews

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Sunday Snippets: Cuffs & Kink by @HarleyW_Writer #RomanceBooks #Snippets #EroticRomance

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Bad boys always do it better, and Ty is about to show Josie just how good sinning can be.

Cuffs and Kink (A Bad Boy Romance) by Harley Wylde

Genres: Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Men-in-Uniform,
Silver Fox (older man/younger woman), New Adult

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Length: Novella

Holy fuck! It had obviously been too long since I’d gotten laid if little Josie Wright had my dick standing at attention. She couldn’t be more than twenty, and her prim and proper attire always made her look even younger. At least, that was normally the case, but it seemed the reverend’s daughter was taking a walk on the wild side in her short shorts and barely-there halter top. How the hell had she escaped her parents’ house looking like that?

She normally looked more like a boy than a woman, but fuck if those shorts didn’t hug slender curves. The shirt was molded to her, showing off breasts that looked perky even if they were on the small side. I’d always been into stacked women, but for some reason those understated curves of hers were making me harder than hell.

I needed to avert my eyes and get my monster cock under control. Walking around town with my dick tenting my uniform trousers was probably not a good idea. I was pretty sure if anyone knew it was Josie who’d given me wood, I’d be run out of town by the end of the day. Hell, I had to be a dozen years her senior, but fuck if my dick cared right now. Had she really been hiding that body all this time? I glanced her way again and saw her talking to some of the boys from the local college. She was better off with someone closer to her age, even if I did want to bend her over the hood of that little VW Beetle she tooled around in every day. That ivory skin of hers would look hot against the cherry red paint.

She laughed at something they said and the sound carried on the breeze. It reminded me of damn fairies, it was so light. My cock jerked against my zipper, and I discreetly adjusted myself. If I didn’t get the hell back into my cruiser and away from Josie, I was going to end up embarrassing myself. Hell, I was already embarrassed that a slip of a woman had me harder than I’d ever been before. And knowing that prim and proper Josie was more than likely a virgin just made matters worse. I’d always steered clear of innocent women, but I would have loved to corrupt her. An image of her bound to my bed flashed in my mind, and I groaned as I reached for my cock again.

I was just about to slide into my vehicle when the tone of her voice changed. Her harsh, urgent tones had me turning her way again. One of the guys had her hands shackled behind her in his massive grip while the other leaned into her space. When I saw him fondle her breasts and her struggle to break free, I found myself slamming the car door and charging down the street. His lips were on her neck as his hands pawed at her, and without thought I reached out and grabbed him by the back of his neck, slamming him facedown onto the back of her Beetle.

“I believe Miss Wright said no.”

“What the fuck, man?” the dickhead whined. “We were just having some fun.”

“I suggest you have fun somewhere else, because if I catch you having that kind of fun in my town again I’m hauling your asses to jail for attempted rape. I have no doubt that’s where you intended to take things. Maybe not here in the middle of the street, but once you’d managed to get her alone. Isn’t that right?”

The second guy held his hands in the air and backed away. “It was just a bit of fun, officer. She’s not worth the trouble.”

The one in my grasp struggled to break free, but I slammed him against the car again. His face was turning almost the same color as her paint job, and I smiled grimly. Josie looked at me with wide eyes as she massaged her wrists. I saw the angry red marks where they’d held her too tight, and it made me want to lash out at the asshole in my grip.

“What do you say, Miss Wright? Are you pressing charges? I doubt I could nail them for attempted rape, but definitely for assault.”

She shook her head, and I noticed her eyes were shiny with unshed tears. Fuck me. My heart twisted in my chest at that innocent face looking so crushed. If she’d known what would happen, I’m betting she wouldn’t have worn those clothes outside of her house today. Hell, I was the law and even I was hard as a fence post just looking at her. Men should be able to control themselves better, and most of us could. A woman had every right to wear whatever she wanted. But there was always a dickhead in the bunch. Or in this case, two.

“Looks like you’re free to go, asshole, but steer clear of Josie. You hear me?”

I released him, and he took off down the street without even a backward glance. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’d pissed himself at some point. Once I was certain he was gone and wouldn’t cause more problems, I turned to face Josie. Before I could even open my mouth to ask if she was okay, she launched herself into my arms, plastering that sweet body against me. Yeah, if I’d been hard before, I was a fucking steel post now. There was no way she didn’t feel the effects of her body against mine. Surely, even Josie Wright wasn’t that innocent.

“Thank you, Officer Daniels. I thought they were harmless, but…”

My shirt felt suspiciously damp, and I looked down to see tears streaking her cheeks. My arms tightened around her as I did my best to comfort her, without copping a feel. I might be an ass, but I wasn’t that much of an ass. Although, her ass… No, I wasn’t going to think about her ass, even if it did look good enough to bite.

“Let’s get you home,” I said, setting her away from me — or trying to. The damn woman was attached like a barnacle. Her arms tightened around my waist, and I expected her to wrap her legs around me too.

Mmmm. Oh yeah, arms around my neck, legs around my waist. Now that was an image I could jerk off to later. Sweet little Josie, open and willing and oh so wet. I’d bet she tasted divine and felt even better. Not that I would ever find out. Nope. I was going to put her in my car and take her home where her mama could take care of her.

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