TEASER TUESDAY: Cuddling my Chuchunya by Marilyn Barr #MonsterRomance @RABTBookTours @author_barr

Book 1 of Snuggling in Siberia


Monster Romance

Date Published: 01-13-2023



Dr. Vera Thompson

I am one reindeer sleigh ride away from academic notoriety and the corpse
excavation which will catapult my career from junior anthropology fellow to
tenured professor. Crossing the Siberian tundra is not for the faint of
heart but with modern technology like a GPS, cell phone signal, and
all-climate winter gear, I’ll reach the suspected Australopithecus
body unearthed by the melting permafrost. One more day of dodging methane
gas pockets under the ice and my life will change forever…



The hairless ones swarmed around my brother’s body like flies from
the southern land. Tradition dictates his next of kin perform his last
rites, so I follow the erratic driving of the hairless ones from a foreign
land. If these invaders discover my chuchunya clan, I fear we are too few to
defend our territory under the ice. I don’t understand why the sled
driver throws his passenger into a ground popper, but the cruel deed
activates my coupling (dushevnayasvyaz) instincts to heat my body to an
inferno…the first sign of a soul bond…

Stuck between loyalty to his clan’s secrecy and his biology, will
Artyom trade injured Vera for Denis’s body? Will Vera choose modern
conveniences in Ohio or stay in Siberia with the chuchunya who promises to
cherish her? In such an unforgiving landscape, will Artyom prove his
dushevnayasvyaz by pushing her toward an easier life, even if her leaving
breaks both their hearts?

This book is for adults with cursing characters, mild violence, and steamy
romantic scenes between a consenting human and a monster. To survive while
isolated in Siberia, they must eat whatever food is available—whether
it is a reindeer companion or not.






I land cradled in his arms about a foot off the ground. My feet scrape
along the stone floor as he draws me inside a small chamber. A high-powered
flashlight tied to the ceiling illuminates his face…

Without the mask over his mouth, I get a view of a living

A flat nose, thin lips, and intelligent blue eyes are inches from my own.
His muzzle juts out to accommodate his enlarged tongue that I don’t
need to see to know it’s there. I’ve studied his form in books
for half my life. In a surprisingly human gesture, he swings his chin to
shake ice crystals from his hair. Those monstrous fingers comb back the
strands from his brow, along the back of his head, and over his furry left

“I must have a concussion,” I murmur. My fingers have a mind of
their own and investigate the contours of his face before shrinking back in

“Or you just find me that repulsive,” he says as his chin
lowers to his chest. With a grunt, he lifts me to his chest and carries me
to a stack of furs. I can’t breathe. My research. My studies. My
obsession for the last eight years of post-secondary education has emerged
from my anthropology articles to rescue me.

My Pleistocene Epoch Chapters…written about the Earth two million
years ago…

Maybe I hit my head and I’m passed out at the bottom of the methane
pit…but there was water, so I would have drowned by now. Did I
imagine swimming, Balky, Artyom, and perhaps the entire accident? I rip off
my gloves to pinch the back of my hand. My heart pounds as the sting

I’m not dreaming. My imagination couldn’t have conjured him.

“Please don’t run,” he says when I attempt to scramble to
my feet. “If we don’t secure your hip, you may injure yourself

I wish I could say I’m focused on my hip, but it’s numb so I
push my injuries to the bottom of my problems list. He would be more
confident if he incapacitated me with his herbs, right? So why aren’t
I screaming in fear? Being isolated with a monster should scare the hell out
of me, but he kneels before me like a queen as I rest on a pile of furs.
I’m dumbstruck with attraction. Bright blue eyes blaze with compassion
from a nest of ivory hair. The thick coarse locks cover his face and hang in
a neat beard. Finer, whiter hair is swept backward on his head. It drapes
over his shoulders over coarse fur. He isn’t wearing furs but is
covered in thick white hairs with strands of auburn peeking through. When my
eyes trail to the darker patch over his lap, I snap them up to his face.

Where he’s blushing…without his half-face mask.

Could he be more fascinating?

“But you are from the Pleistocene Epoch and using a modern
flashlight! You are like Schrodinger’s cat—both extinct and
alive at the same time!”

“I do not know this Schrodinger, his cat, or half the words you said.
Polina is a hairless one like you, who is the mate to our leader, Timor. She
trades our skins and fish for batteries and lights in the leto
season,” he says with a severe frown. I miss half his explanation
because I’m too busy watching his thin lips form the sounds. I could
study his speech patterns for decades and not have all my questions

What would it feel like to kiss a mouth with a pronounced maxillary bone
and an enlarged tongue?

The thought is so wrong. It makes me want to kiss him…and explore our
differences. My fingers itch to touch him. I have a million questions to ask
him about his life. First and foremost, is there a female he keeps in this
cave…if not, where do I sign up? I could study his handsome face for
years and not lose interest—amazing since my dating life has been as
exciting as reading the dictionary. Should I be shocked my mind is
contemplating blowing off my dig to study this specimen?

 And I can’t blame my body’s response to him on a head

About the Author

Marilyn Barr currently resides in the wilds of Kentucky with her husband,
son, and rescue cats. She has a diverse background containing experiences as
a child prodigy turned medical school reject, published microbiologist,
special education/inclusion science teacher, homeschool mother of a savant,
certified spiritual & energy healer, and advocate for the autistic
community. This puts her in the position to bring tales containing heroes
who are regular people with different ability levels and body types, in a
light where they are powerful, lovable, and appreciated.

When engaging with the real world, she is collecting characters, empty
coffee cups, and unused homeschool curricula. She is a sucker (haha) for
cheesy horror movies, Italian food, punk music, black cats, bad puns, and
all things witchy.

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Fantasy Romance, Paranormal Romance, Shapeshifters, Reverse Harem

Date Published: 11/25/2022


 Couch surfing and temp jobs were a way of life for Daisy Daniels
after she aged out of the foster care system. She’s always taken life
one day at a time and gone with the flow. What she never expected is that
flow would lead her down a raging current of uncertainty about her life and
the world she knows.

River, Ocean, and Bayou Waterson need someone to keep their island home
neat and tidy, but they have a problem. They can’t trust any old
cleaning service. They need to find someone who will be willing to overlook
their differences. What they never expected was to find a live-in maid they
would all love.

When Daisy discovers the celebrity treasure hunters are really mermen, will
she be able to keep her head above water? An ancient prophecy brings danger
to their doorstep. Forces she never imagined are conspiring to destroy
everything that matters to her. The only thing that can save her is a bond
she can’t break. Saving the world definitely wasn’t in the job


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Daisy had slept — more like tossed and turned — at Sally’s the
previous night. It felt weird leaving her vehicle behind at the harbor, the
rusty hunk of junk being her most valuable possession. She’d been told
to bring a bag in case this worked out and she could spend the night
settling in. Everything she owned fit into a large suitcase and overnight
bag, so she decided to bring it all. After grabbing her pillow, she looked
at the small pile on the ground. So little to show for twenty-one years of
life. It caused a wave of melancholy to wash over her while locking the

She’d looked for the boat called Siren. It didn’t take long.
The huge thing was no boat. This was a yacht. “Wow,” she
muttered to herself.

“Do you like her?” a male said from behind her.

Daisy jumped, but she didn’t look to see who’d asked.
“It’s pretty. I’ve never been on a boat

“Are you Daisy Daniels?”

When she heard her name, she turned. Her mouth went dry. She’d seen
an episode of his TV show with Sally here and there, but she’d always
been more interested in playing with her phone than the program. She vaguely
recognized this guy as one of the hotties Sally drooled over. He
wasn’t just TV pretty. This guy was hot. A total hunk. His long black
hair, casually tied back in a ponytail, made her a bit envious. He had a
black goatee and eyes so brown they could have been black. His skin, tanned,
and his upper body, powerful. His arms looked like they belonged to a body
builder. She opened her mouth, at a loss for words.

He grinned, as if amused. “You do realize this job is on an island.
The only way off and on is by boat. Are you sure you’re up for

Mort’s had already replaced her with another temp. She needed this
job. Nodding, Daisy dropped her overnight bag and stuck out her hand.
“I’m up for it.”

“River Waterson.” He shook her hand firmly.

Daisy picked up her bag. She couldn’t help wondering if it was
actually his name or a stage name for his reality show.

“Let me take something for you,” River offered. He gave her a
tight smile.

“You don’t have to do that, Mr. Waterson. It’s not
heavy.” Years of having things stolen made Daisy nervous to hand off
her belongings.

“Don’t worry, I won’t run off with it.” He held out
his hand. “And please, it’s River. Three Mr. Watersons could get
a bit confusing.”

Daisy nodded. Wanting to seem cooperative and make a good impression, she
reluctantly let him take the handle of her suitcase. He rolled it behind him
as they approached the boat.

They walked to the dock and then up a wobbly metal ramp. Daisy took hold of
the railing, feeling a little woozy.

“Careful. You’ll need to get those sea legs if we all agree
you’re a good fit,” River said.

Worry nibbled at the back of her mind. His words reminded her this
wasn’t a sure thing, but an interview. Whatever happened, she’d
just have to figure things out. Silently, she cursed Sally’s idea. It
wasn’t as if Daisy qualified as maid material. These guys would
probably see that. At least Sally would be obligated to let Daisy crash at
her place.

“Do you have time left on a lease somewhere?” River

Daisy mentally cursed. She still wasn’t totally sure how to frame her
lack of permanent address, so she didn’t sound flighty. And was this
guy some kind of mind reader or just super perceptive?

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Bones MC

Motorcycle Club Romance, Suspense, Action & Adventure

Date Published: 09/30/2022


Cotton: When I avenged my sister’s murder, I knew the consequences. I
didn’t expect anything less than prison. I got it. In spades. I
survived ten years of hell. I was just fifteen when I was sent away but I
never regretted taking the law into my own hands. But the father of the man
I killed is now a judge, and the ten years I gave the state might not be

I thought I could disappear into the little Kentucky town and keep my head
down and keep my nose clean. What could be so hard about that? But I’m on
parole and everything is stacked against me. When the only place that will
hire me happens to be a biker bar, staying out of trouble might be too much
for me to manage. Then Chase steamrolls into my life and I know I have much
more than my freedom to lose. This man has the power to tear out my

Chase: I’ve spent the better part of my life in the shadows. Before
Bones MC, my team worked for some shady people — as assassins. I thought I
was sacrificing for the greater good. Turns out I was just one more bad guy
working for more bad guys. I can’t seem to atone for the sins of my
past. No matter what I do, those demons still haunt me.

The second I spot Cotton, everything changes. Everything about the girl
screams “battered woman,” but she’s more than that. There
is death in her eyes. She’s killed, but she’s not a killer. No
matter what, no matter who comes after her, I will protect her till my last
breath. Because she is my only salvation. She’s my woman.


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Copyright ©2022 Marteeka Karland

“Let me go. Now.” That was another thing I’d learned in
prison. You put up or shut up. Once I’d set a boundary, I had to
follow through or this would never end. And this guy would get what he

He squeezed my arm harder, this time standing and pulling me against him.
“You’ll get under that fuckin’ table and suck my
fuckin’ dick like the good little whore you are, or I’ll carry
you outa here and we’ll all have a fuckin’ go.”

His buddies laughed and clinked beer bottles like it was one big party.
There was no way I could keep these guys from doing whatever they wanted
unless someone came to my rescue. Which this guy had obviously planned for.
It was a dark corner fairly close to the door. All he had to do was get me
outside before anyone noticed. Assuming anyone cared. But I had the feeling
the guys from Bones might take exception to anyone outside their territory
taking an employee out of their bar. That’s the way it was in prison.
Bones may not claim me as one of their own, but they would absolutely not
allow another gang to disrupt their business or mess with their employees.
At least, that’s what I was counting on.

The second the words were out of his mouth, my hand shot between his legs
and grabbed his crotch. I squeezed his balls as hard as I could, thankful
he’d grabbed my left arm and not my right. He gave a strangled cry and
doubled over, letting go of my arm, trying to pry my fingers loose but
unable to do more than weakly tug at my wrist. I squeezed just that little
bit tighter, putting every ounce of strength I had into hanging on and
tugging with a sharp jerk. The big guy fell to his knees and I let go,
stepping back quickly. I gripped my heavy serving tray in both hands,
bringing it back like I was readying myself to hit him with it even as I
continued to back away.

I bumped into someone and a big palm landed on my shoulder. I thought I was
in big trouble, but the hand pulled me back gently, and a huge guy stepped
in front of me, putting himself between me and the three men at the

“There a problem here?”

“Yeah, there’s a fuckin’ problem! Bitch threw herself at
me then tried to back out. Tried to crush my fuckin’ balls for no
fuckin’ reason!”

“In my experience, women like Cotton don’t put their hands on
men like you willingly.” Oh, my God! Could this night get any worse?
The man who’d come to my rescue was Chase Dutton. I knew he was a
member of Bones, but I tried to stay away from him as much as I could. It
was no secret his brother was a police officer and the last thing I wanted
was to have another set of eyes on me. I had no idea why Pops and Cain had
hired me, but I didn’t want any complications in case they changed
their mind.

“Why, you son of a bitch!”

The big guy lunged at Chase, but Chase simply caught him by the throat,
pulling a gun and bringing it to the man’s temple in one smooth move.
The second the barrel touched his head, Chase cocked it.

“No one touches the servers. Especially when they don’t want

“But she –” He was cut off when Chase brought the butt of the
gun down on his head once before putting the barrel back to his temple. The
guy’s knees threatened to buckle, but he kept his footing.

“Don’t matter if she did. When you touched her, she changed her
mind. That’s all that counts. So you and your buddies here are all
gonna fuckin’ leave the bar. Now. Don’t come back.”

“You can’t throw us out!” One of his buddies had stood
but made no move to get help. In fact, he had his hands up and backed up a
couple steps, belying his statement.

“He can,” Pops said, coming up behind me. Again, he moved me
gently out of the way, putting himself between me and the three men.
“So can I. We both say to get the fuck out.”

The bar had quietened near us, but the other side seemed oblivious. I
looked around to see a couple at my tables raising nearly empty glasses or
bottles wanting refills. I desperately wanted to duck my head and just go on
about my job, but I had no idea what was expected of me.

“You good, Cotton?” Chase asked, not looking back at me but
still eyeing the men who’d yet to leave.

“Yes,” I said softly. Automatically. My arm hurt, but I
wasn’t about to draw more attention to myself. “May I go back to

He glanced at me then and I quickly looked away. Chase Dutton was the
sexiest man I’d ever seen. And a man I had no business even looking
at. He also seemed to hate me on sight. Cain and Pops both assured me they
would keep my incarceration to themselves, and I didn’t want to take a
chance on anyone else finding out. Which Chase likely had. Things always
changed when anyone found out. People I thought were friends suddenly wanted
nothing to do with me. I couldn’t really blame them, but it hurt that
no one thought me important enough to find out my side of the story.
I’d kind of been crushing on Chase from a distance, and to have him
affirm that I wasn’t worth befriending — even though I already knew
that’s what he thought — would hurt worse than when it had happened
before. Because I was stupid to let my emotions get the better of me like

“What?” Chase glanced back at me, then snapped, “No you
can’t go back to work! Get your ass to the office! I’ll talk to
you after I’ve taken out the trash over here.”


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Devil’s Boneyard MC #11

Contemporary Romance, Motorcycle Club, Age-Gap

Date Published: February 18, 2022

Publisher: Changeling Press

Dakota — Having a half-brother who’s an infamous assassin isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. At twenty-five, he’s still micromanaging my life. The moment Specter tells me about an arranged marriage to one of his associates I do what any sane woman would… I run. Never counted on meeting a biker I can’t seem to forget, nor did I plan on our two days together to have lasting consequences. When bad men find me, there’s only one person I want. Charming. I’m just not certain I’ll get a warm reception.

Charming — Dakota is different from anyone I’ve ever known, and it’s not because of who her brother is. It’s simply her. Some sixth sense keeps telling me she’s in trouble. When she calls and asks for help, I know I’ll do anything for her. The men after her have no idea she’s mine, or that she’s carrying my kid, but they will soon enough. I won’t rest until they’re six feet under.

WARNING: Charming is part of the Devil’s Boneyard MC series and can be read as a stand-alone. There’s a guaranteed happily-ever-after, no cliffhanger, and no cheating. This is an age-gap romance of more than twenty years with bad language, adult situations, and violence.


“Stop daydreaming, Dakota,” my boss barked from farther down the bar.

I gave him a salute, grabbed the pitcher of beer and mugs, then carried them over to one of my tables. The guys were obnoxious, with way too many grabby hands. I’d already tried moving away multiple times, but it did little good. They latched onto me just the same. Glaring didn’t help either. At one inch shy of being five feet tall, I wasn’t exactly intimidating. Not even to drunk guys who looked barely twenty-one. In fact, I’d wondered if their IDs were fake, but the boss had let them order alcohol.

Not my circus, not my monkeys. If the big guy wanted to get in trouble for serving minors, that was all on him.

“Can I get you anything else?” I asked.

“How about your number?” one of them asked, leering at me.

“Nah, we don’t need her number. Why don’t you give us a round of blowjobs?” All of them laughed. I knew the boss wouldn’t take kindly to me dumping a pitcher of beer over their heads, but it was tempting. My hand tightened on the handle as I slowly counted to ten silently, hoping to cool my temper.

Before I could even respond, a tall man with scruff along his jaw and a leather cut over his shoulders slammed the guy’s head into the table. “Apologize.”

I hadn’t even seen him! Where the hell had he come from? I glanced around and saw several people staring in our direction. The guy pinned to the table didn’t seem so tough now. I got a closer look at the man who’d come to my rescue.

My heart skipped a beat, and I wanted to check my chin for drool. Handsome men were a dime a dozen. Even big sexy ones. But something about this one checked all the boxes for me.

About the Author

Harley Wylde is the International Bestselling Author of the Dixie Reapers MC, Reckless Kings MC, Devil’s Boneyard MC, Devil’s Fury MC, and Hades Abyss MC series.

When Harley’s writing, her motto is the hotter the better — off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place. She doesn’t shy away from the dangers and nastiness in the world, bringing those realities to the pages of her books, but always gives her characters a happily-ever-after and makes sure the bad guys get what they deserve.

The times Harley isn’t writing, she’s thinking up naughty things to do to her husband, drinking copious amounts of Starbucks, and reading. She loves to read and devours a book a day, sometimes more. She’s also fond of TV shows and movies from the 1980’s, as well as paranormal shows from the 1990’s to today, even though she’d much rather be reading or writing.

You can find out more about Harley or enter her monthly giveaway on her website. Be sure to join her newsletter while you’re there to learn more about discounts, signing events, and other goodies!

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