Master of Passion by Angela Knight #ActionAdventure #PNR #UrbanFantasy #AlternateUniverse

Master of Passion (Merlin's Legacy 4)

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Angela Knight

 

After combat news cameraman Adam Parker covers a Times Square attack by blue-skinned aliens that costs hundreds of lives, the invaders try to kidnap him. Fortunately, the attempt is foiled by a sword-swinging Knight of the Round Table and his witch partner. But when the vampire knight removes his helmet, Adam realizes Sir Baldulf is the father who abandoned him and his mother when he was ten.

Ulf swears he and Opal Cassidy are Adam’s only hope of survival. Otherwise the aliens will keep coming after him. Furious, Adam wants nothing to do with either of them — especially after Opal uses her magic to force him to run from the aliens instead of doing his job.

Opal has been ordered to seduce Adam and transform him into a vampire. Still grieving for a previous partner after more than a decade, the witch wants nothing to do with the handsome, cynical mortal. But orders are orders, so seduction it is.

Despite Adam’s bitterness and her grief, the two discover they have red-hot sexual chemistry. As the stakes climb and passion turns to love, Opal and Adam realize that if they don’t take a chance on each other, humanity will pay the price.

 

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Warm, muscled arms wrapped around her waist, and a big body slid against her from behind, snuggling close. The scent of him made Opal’s heart skip in sheer joy.

“Joaquin?” She rolled over to face him, eyes widening. It was him. “Joaquin!”

His wide, white grin flashed in the dim light as he rose to one elbow above her. “Hello, love.”

She caught his handsome face in her hands. Treasuring the warmth of his skin between her palms, she fell into the love shining in the rich, velvet dark of his eyes. With a needy gasp, she pulled him into a ravenous kiss. He felt so solid and strong as she pressed against him, all long, lean muscle. Her world had become as hollow as a drum without him, empty with yearning. “Oh God, I’ve missed you,” she moaned against his mouth. “I’m so sorry I failed…”

“Opal, no one could have done more.” His long fingers stroked her red curls. There was such sadness in his gaze, her chest hurt. “And I know how much you miss me. I’ve missed you, too. But darling, it’s time you let me go.” He lowered his head until his forehead touched hers. “Because, my love, I’m gone.” He began to fade from her arms like mist in the morning sun.

“No!” She screamed, clutching for him, but her hands raked through empty air.

* * *

Opal came awake crying. She sat up and swung her legs out of bed, burying her face in her hands. “I should have Truebonded with you when I had the chance,” she groaned to the man who’d been dead more than a decade.

Her cell phone vibrated on the oak nightstand with Alys Hawkewood’s ringtone. The atonal thumping notes made Opal long for the noxious metallic brrrrriiiing of the twentieth century. She scooped up her phone. “Hello, Alys,” she said, wiping her face with the back of her free hand. “What did you See this time?”

There was a pause. “Are you all right? You sound a little choked.”

“I’m fine.” Briskly, she added, “So what fresh hell is it now?”

Alys snorted. “‘Fresh hell’ is right. You need to meet us at the Great Hall. Arthur and Morgana want to brief you on an assignment I Saw.”

“Oh, that doesn’t sound good.” Not if the job was bad enough to trigger one of her friend’s visions.

“It’s not. And you’re not going to like it.”

Terrific. She forced a light tone. “Is it my turn to get captured by Fomos?” Which was what had happened to Alys the week before. From what she’d said, it had been ugly.

“No, someone else is in the bull’s-eye this time. And I’m afraid you’ll have your hands full keeping this one alive. He’s not going to want to cooperate.”

Merlin’s beard. “I’ll be right over.”

With a sigh, Opal reached for her magic and sent it rolling down her body. When the wave of sparks dispersed, she was dressed in black slacks, boots and an emerald silk blouse. Beat the hell out of whalebone and a bustle.

Boot heels clicking on polished red tile, Opal strode through the hacienda she’d built for Joaquin a hundred years before. She could have gated directly to the great hall, of course, but it was a nice night and she liked to walk whenever she could. Laziness was not a survival characteristic for Magekind agents.

The night was cool and pleasant, a quarter moon floating in the star-flecked Mageverse sky as she headed down the stone walkway to the cobblestone street. Avalon was at its most active at night when the vampires were out. The crowd was thick with agents kicking back between missions. Men and women strolled among fifteen centuries’ worth of architecture — everything from Roman villas to Frank Lloyd Wright. Stained-glass windows shone with rainbow light, giving Avalon a fairytale quality that prosaic mortal cities lacked.

Looking around at the laughing, chatting couples, Opal remembered the dream, and her heart ached. Eleven years ago she’d walked at Joaquin’s side like that, enjoying private jokes, arguing over mission strategies, anticipating a stolen hour or two in bed.

Now all she had was the job.

Ten minutes later, she reached the Great Hall that served as the Magekind’s headquarters. A massive gothic cathedral of a building, it towered against the night sky, huge stained-glass windows blazing into the night. Arched doors, each fifteen feet in height, swung silently wide at her approach, then closed behind her with a resonant thunk.

Time to find out just how bad this was going to be.

 

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New York Times best-selling author Angela Knight’s first book was written in pencil and illustrated in crayon; she was nine years old at the time. A few years later, she read The Wolf and the Dove and fell in love with romance. In addition to her fiction work, Angela’s publishing career includes a stint as a comic book writer and ten years as a newspaper reporter. Several of her stories have won South Carolina Press Association awards. Angela lives in South Carolina with her husband, Michael, a detective with the Spartanburg PD.

 

Executive Decisions by Marteeka Karland #PNR #vampires #werewolves #boxset @marteekakarland

2023

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

 

Safe companionship for the executive woman. On the go? Need protection, or a male escort while out of town? Our service provides the best-trained escorts who cater to your unique needs as a business professional and as a woman. All our men are guaranteed to flatter your senses, yet remain unobtrusive when the need arises.

You’ll make the best impression by having a companion who is knowledgeable in your field of business, yet knows when to make you the center of attention. Remember, you’re the executive. It’s your decision.

Four women find themselves thrust into a world where fantasy and reality intertwine in a more than pleasurable way. Where every single move made is completely for her satisfaction. Where even the darkest desires are fulfilled. Where the men of their dreams have one goal — to leave them sore, hoarse and still begging. A girl could get used to this…

Publisher’s Note: Executive Decisions contains the previously published novellas By The Numbers, One Night Only, Hidden Agenda, and Research Only.

 

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Excerpt from By the Numbers

“Good morning, D and S Attorneys, how may I help you?” Zoe Carter answered the phone professionally, as always. She always did her best no matter what job she was doing.

“You can start by making sure the damned coffee is fresh.” She grimaced. Unfortunately, her employers weren’t so congenial. From the sound of it, Sebastian Collingsworth wasn’t in a particularly good mood. “And get me a decent shirt from Julian’s.”

“Yes –” The line went dead. “– sir.” She sighed. “Good morning to you, too, asshole.”

Working for vampires sucked. Literally. Zoe Carter was just thankful she wasn’t on the menu.

She was the accountant and receptionist for Dorian and Sebastian Collingsworth, owners of D&S Collingsworth, Attorneys at Law, and had been for the last ten years. Because she was the most senior staff member — OK, so she was the only staff member — she saw the men at their best and worst. She also knew D&S Attorneys was only part of what the two big vampires did.

As a rule, the pair weren’t exactly morning people. Other than that, they didn’t seem to have any of the weaknesses she’d always thought vampires had. Instead, they had the arrogant belief they were superior to every being on the planet. Like most men she knew.

One thing the pair had on other men was the second job. They also worked for a very high-class escort service for women with particular and… intense tastes. On more than one occasion, they’d called her to come in before dawn to help one or both of them to their underground chamber at the office.

At first, she’d worried about them getting caught — and her being trapped in the middle of some illegal prostitution ring. Being paranoid made her hyper aware of the people around her, especially when the local sheriff was a frequent visitor. There seemed to be several people who not only knew about the side business the two vampires had going on, but also that they were vampires. When she’d questioned Dorian about it, he’d laughed at her, saying not everyone was so naive to believe everyone in the world was human. As if the whole friggin’ town of Mount Bell was populated with vampires!

There was no denying their sex appeal. Zoe creamed her panties every day she went to work. These men exuded sex. The nasty, raunchy kind. They definitely fit the part they were apparently expected to play. She had heard them talking on more than one occasion about enjoyable bouts of kink. It was definitely the kind of sex nice girls like herself didn’t participate in.

Yeah. Right.

Damn.

It was a good thing she was so good at her job. As it was, she had to constantly recheck her figures. She found concentration almost impossible at times. She was too busy trying to catch glimpses of the two sexy men.

The only bad thing was she couldn’t stand either of them. Oh, they were nice enough to almost everyone. Just not to her. The only reason she stayed was because every time she tried to leave, they’d give her a raise, or a “continuance bonus.”

Aside from that, they were the biggest assholes in the world. They never smiled at her, never told her she did a good job, and treated her like a servant. It was almost like they wanted her to hate them.

As to today, she’d had this morning’s conversation with one or the other of them several times over the years and she knew better than to come back with only a “decent shirt.” Before she left, she put on a pot of dark roast and took the company credit card. She’d get a complete change of clothing for each of them. Julian would know what she needed.

By the time the brothers entered the office via the back entrance, she was back with everything they could possibly need.

“God, I need a Scotch.”

Except that.

Dorian looked like he’d been in a barroom brawl rather than on a date with some rich man or woman who needed companionship for the night and didn’t want complications. In fact, it looked like there had been plenty of complications last night. Blood and dirt streaked his clothing and face. His hair was a matted mess instead of the shiny, silky black it normally was.

“Just wash up and change clothes, Dorian. Griping about it isn’t helping.”

“If I’d known he was a junkie, I wouldn’t be in this situation, Sebastian. You’re the Psy. You should have warned me.” Both men were clearly agitated, and the longer Zoe listened to them, the more alarmed she grew. Dorian obviously expected Sebastian to have warned him about the drugs, but Zoe knew it was very likely Sebastian didn’t know. He could sense strong emotions, not read minds, and the strong emotions he could sense was what he fed from. As it was, she was terribly afraid they’d done something awful.

“What did you two do? If you’ve killed someone, I swear I’ll be the first one to go to the police.”

Dorian rolled his eyes and Sebastian gave her a scathing look. “Of course we didn’t kill anyone,” Sebastian snapped.

Dorian barked a sharp laugh. “No, but I may later. Doesn’t our contract state that drugs and alcohol are strictly prohibited?”

“Would you two stop for a minute?” As Dorian undressed, Zoe grew increasingly alarmed. When he took off his suit jacket and turned around, she saw nasty gashes on his back. They were deep and angry looking, already getting red at the edges as if infection was imminent. She approached Dorian and carefully touched the edge of one such gash.

“Fucking hell!” He jumped and whipped around. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“This happened last night?” Zoe ignored her employer’s outburst. She was used to it. When she reached out again to touch the irritated skin to see if it was warm, Dorian rounded on her.

“Don’t fucking touch me! The only thing you need to concern yourself with is giving me the clothes I asked for, then getting the hell out!”

Zoe had never seen him like this. Sebastian gripped Dorian’s shoulder as if to hold the man back. Dorian looked absolutely furious. What the hell had she done to set him off?

“I was just trying to help. You’re hurt.”

“When I want your help, I’ll ask for it, mortal. Now get the fuck out!”

Zoe had never backed down from either of them before, but something in the way he looked at her scared the holy hell out of her. She backed out of the room, grabbed the clothes she’d acquired and tossed them in the general direction of the men. With one last angry look, Zoe turned and walked out the door.

Fuck it. She didn’t need this. She had a vacation coming. They’d have to live with her taking it early. Unless a couple weeks of solitude changed her mind, she wouldn’t be back.

Fuck it. Fuck them.

 

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Erotic romance author by night, emergency room tech/clerk by day, Marteeka Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and totally nuts. She has been creating stories from her warped imagination since she was in the third grade. Her love of writing blossomed throughout her teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and irreverent style her English teachers tried so hard to rid her of.

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Running from the Cyborg by Anne Kane #actionadventure #futuristic #scifi #cyborgs #RomanceBooks #NewRelease @AnneKane

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Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

 

Caitlyn: Gorgeous. Feisty. Human. A survivor in an unforgiving galaxy. Running from an enemy she can’t see for reasons she doesn’t understand. Whoever he is, he’s trying to kill her.

Jakob: Large. Mouthwateringly sexy. Loyal. Cyborg. Determined to find the female who seduced him, gave him a night he’d never forget, then disappeared before he woke. When he finally manages to catch up to her, he intends to do whatever it takes to keep her at his side.

 

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Jakob stalked toward her, two hundred plus pounds of rippling muscle and attitude. His stiffly erect cock outlined in mouthwatering detail beneath his flight suit left little doubt as to what he wanted. Unfortunately, the glare he directed at her said he probably wanted to tan her hide first.

Not that she didn’t deserve it. Caitlyn had snuck out on him without any explanation the last time they were together. Caitlyn had a feeling that cyborgs didn’t appreciate being tricked. Something to do with their manly image and all that.

She stood her ground, eyes darting wildly in all directions, seeking an escape route.
Caitlyn let out a long sigh. Not happening. Not this time. He’d caught up to her on one of the smallest and most crowded space stations in the sector, leaving her with limited options. Only one viable one, really. Try to deflect Jakob’s anger with sex.

Hey. A girl had to use whatever worked.

Jakob stopped a bare arm’s length in front of her. If looks could kill, Caitlyn would be dead at his feet. He was still glaring when he pulled her into his arms and covered her lips with his mouth.

Damn, he tasted good. Too good. If she weren’t careful, Jakob could be her downfall. Caitlyn wanted to run away and hide almost as much as she wanted to spread herself naked beneath him.

This was crazy. Totally, completely, utterly crazy. Caitlyn was acting like some lovesick idiot, not a grown woman who had been taking care of herself since she was orphaned at the age of fourteen.

Jakob gentled his hold and ran his tongue across the seam of her lips, coaxing her to open. When Caitlyn complied, he took immediate advantage, plundering the depths with his tongue.

Caitlyn resisted for the merest fraction of a second before melting against his warm bulk, reveling in the feeling of his hard body against her.

Caitlyn’s reaction to Jakob confused her. She’d never felt this kind of connection to a male before, cyborg or human. Never cared beyond the gratification of the physical act of joining. Too much was at stake to let herself get carried away with sentimental nonsense like love and happily ever after.

Hell, that was one of the reasons Caitlyn preferred to satisfy her amorous side with cyborgs. Cyborgs were sensible when it came to sex. They were generally happy to play; love them and leave them. Cyborgs didn’t do forever, which left a big question unanswered.

Why had Jakob pursued her across the vast reaches of the galaxy? That wasn’t supposed to happen.

She sighed, stretching her arms up to wrap them around his neck. Lust swept through her in a deliciously warm wave. To hell with expectations and unanswered questions. Caitlyn wanted Jakob, and by the size of that bulge in his flight suit, he wanted her just as much. She could afford to take the time to satisfy that need before she abandoned him again.

As if sensing Caitlyn’s surrender, Jakob scooped her up in his arms, striding through the crowd on the automated walkway. The tavern just beyond had private rooms available. It looked like that was where they were heading, which suited her just fine. Caitlyn wasn’t sure if she’d be able to make it all the way back to his ship without doing something deliciously naughty.

 

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Anne Kane lives in the beautiful Okanagan Valley with a bouncy little rescue dog whose breed defies description, a cantankerous Himalayan cat, and too many fish to count. She spent many years trying to fit in and act normal, but finally gave up the effort. She started writing romance in 2008, and her fate was sealed when she won a publishing contract with Red Sage Publishing and just a month later Changeling Press accepted her first submission. Since then she has published more than thirty stories in a variety of sub-genres, all with a happily ever after.

She has two handsome sons and six adorable grandchildren and enjoys spending time with them whenever she can. Her hobbies, when she’s not playing with the characters in her head, include kayaking, hiking, swimming, playing guitar, singing and of course, reading.

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The Master Arrives by Julia Talbot #BDSM #romancebooks #NewRelease #LGBT @juliatalbot

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Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

 

Kane loves his job waiting tables at Club Endless, but even though he’s a sub, he never dates the Doms from work. A bad relationship and a tendency to rush into things has left him cautious, which is why he’s so surprised at his reaction to Master Jess.

Jess is bored and a little jaded, thinking maybe he might let his membership to Club Endless lapse. Then he sees Kane in a whole new light, asking the young sub out on a date away from the club. Kane doesn’t want to rush into things, but they seem meant to be — if they can just get past Kane’s fear of picking the wrong man.

 

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Jessup Halliday felt… old. Far older than his thirty-six years.

The entry to Club Endless was still timeless black and chrome and the hostess who took his membership card was young and sleek in a black sequined sheath and heels. Her hose even had seams up the back, marching in a straight line. Perfect in every way.

He was a founding member of Club Endless, and while it had changed with the times, it was as amazing as it had been when it first opened, while managing to stay current.

So why was he feeling… jaded?

He sighed. Maybe he needed to let his membership go dormant for a while. Write it off as a contribution or something. Take a long vacation in Italy. He loved Rome. Or maybe the coast.

Mmm. Italy. Yes, that was just the ticket.

He knew he’d hit on the perfect idea after the hostess slid his membership card, then headed for the dining room.

“Good evening, Master Halliday.” The server, one of his favorites, led him to a table. “Italian tonight.”

“Yum. Northern or Southern?”

“You have several choices. Shall I tell you, or would you prefer to read the menu?” Kane held out his chair.

“Oh, I think you should tell me. I do love your voice.”

Kane blinked, then beamed at him. “Let me get your water, and I’ll be pleased to recite them.”

It amazed Jess, really, how little it took to make people happy. He needed to remember that, and stop wallowing in his ennui.

Kane was back in a flash, laying out his water and silverware, which was all polished impeccably. “There now. Are you ready, Sir?”

“I am.” He sat back, watching Kane’s mouth as he spoke,

“Very good. For primi, we have risotto al funghi, polenta with caramelized fennel and onions, or cacio e pepe. Do you need any ingredient lists?”

“Mmm, no. They all sound lovely.”

“They all smell amazing.” Kane chuckled. “For secondi, we have veal saltimbocca, bistecca Fiorentina, or baccala alla vicentina, served with an arugula salad and garlic toasts.”

So, rice with mushrooms, corn grits with fennel, or pasta with oil and pepper. Normally didn’t indulge in veal, so it was the steak or the salted cod cooked with milk and anchovies… Hmm. “I’ll have the risotto and the baccala, I think.”

“Brave! I haven’t been able to make myself try the fish.”

He tilted his head, almost certain he was being flirted with, which was new from Kane. “You’ll have to try mine.”

“Oh!” Kane blushed. “Thank you, Sir. Let me get that order in for you. Do you care for soup or grissini?”

“The breadsticks, please. I went without lunch today.” Suddenly the club seemed shinier. Not new, and not better than Italy, but he did like when a beautiful boy batted eyelashes at him. He truly did.

“Wine? There’s a lovely Chianti, or a pinot grigio.”

“The pinot grigio, I think, for the fish.”

“Right away.”

He didn’t bother to ask about the wines. Their sommelier, Grant, was something of a genius.

Jess closed his eyes, listening to the gentle clink of flatware on plates, the soft music that never managed to make anyone raise their voices to be heard over it. The murmur of conversation ran over him like water, the tables arranged so no voice ever carried too far or intruded on another table.

It was damnably lonely.

“Jess! Hey, buddy. Mind if I sit?” Deacon Calhoun stood next to his table when he opened his eyes, the big Dom looking very snazzy in gray slacks and a blue silk shirt.

“Not at all.” He liked Deacon very much. “No Geoff tonight?”

“He’s preparing for a scene. We’re giving a spanking demo tonight.”

“Ah. No dinner for him.”

“Exactly. He’s having some quiet time and some broth, but I want some red meat, I think.”

“By all means, then. I hear there’s steak Florentine.”

Deacon sank into a chair. “What little bird told you that?”

“Kane is on tonight.”

Head tilting, Deacon stared at him for long seconds. “Have you taken him as a lover recently?”

“What? No. No, in fact I was thinking of taking a hiatus, maybe a vacation. Paris. Rome. I feel… worn.”

“Oh.” Deacon sat back. “I’m sorry. Something about your expression when you mentioned Kane…”

“Master Deacon. How are you this evening?” Kane handed Deacon a menu. “Here are the specials tonight. May I bring you some water?”

“Please.” Deacon smiled at Kane, and was given a gentle curl of lips in return.

Huh. Maybe he was getting flirted with. Kane certainly didn’t offer to read the menu to Deacon.

“Be right back.” Kane gave him a smile that was completely different, and Jess couldn’t help but feel it deep in his belly.

He’d been so… disinterested in everything, and he couldn’t have imagined it would be someone so familiar to him who might spark that bit of desire. Not that Kane wasn’t lovely. He drew glances with his silver gilt hair and gray eyes, his form lithe, almost delicate. Men, and probably women, would write poetry about such a beautiful boy.

“You know he’s between Masters, right?”

 

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Julia Talbot lives in the great Southwest, where she’s embraced hot and cold running rodeo, cowboys, and everything from meat and potatoes to the best Tex-Mex. A full time author, Julia believes everyone deserves a happy ending, so she writes about love without limits, where boys love boys, girls love girls, and boys and girls get together to get wild, especially when her crazy paranormal characters are involved.

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Forever, Lately by Linore Rose Burkard #timetravel #regency #kindleunlimited #romancebooks #newrelease @LinoreRBurkard

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England, 1816

Julian St. John needs a wife. An oath to his deceased guardian must be kept. Miss Clarissa Andrews, a vexatious beauty, has dangled after him all season, but he has no intention of choosing such a she-devil.

Maine, Present Day

Author Claire Channing is desperate to write a bestseller. She moves into her grandmother’s abandoned cottage to write, but a local land baron wants to raze the place,  and without the deed, the clock is ticking on how long she can stay. She thinks she’s writing St. Johnʼs story. But when she discovers an old prayer shawl and is transported to his Regency world, she falls in love with him—a man she thought she invented! But Miss Andrews is also real—and she’d rather see Julian dead than in another womanʼs arms!

Claire must beat the clock to prevent a deadly tragedy, but can love beat the limits of time itself?

 

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Linore Rose Burkard is a serious watcher of period films, a Janeite, and hopeless romantic. An award winning author best known for Inspirational Regency Romance, her first book opened the genre for the CBA. Besides historical romance, Linore writes contemporary suspense (The Pulse Effex Series, as L.R. Burkard), contemporary romance (Falling In), and romantic short stories. Linore has a magna cum laude English Lit. degree from CUNY which she earned while taking herself far too seriously. She now resides in Ohio with her husband and family, where she turns her youthful angst into character or humor-driven plots. 
 
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Demon by Tory Richards #MCromance #bikerbooks #NewRelease

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Book 2 of a 5-book MC romance series is now available in ebook and paperback! The story of the Desert Rebels continues through all five novels but the hero and heroine in each book get their HEA at the end of every story. Each story can be read as a standalone but you may enjoy the series more if you read them in the order they are written.

 

Cole – Book 1 (Cole and Raven)

Demon – Book 2 (Demon and Bobbie)

LD – Book 3 (LD and Jolene) 2020

Sax – Book 4 (Sax and Holly) 2020

Bull – Book 5 (Bull and Viola) 2020

 

Demon – He’s a known womanizer and a man with secrets, but he runs Desert Rebels with an iron fist. He had an old lady once, and he doesn’t want another one. A spirited little club girl catches his eye, but fear of commitment forces him to push her away. Trouble and betrayal in the MC brings them back together, leaving him with a decision to make–either trust her and claim her, or send her away for good.

Bobbie – She’s a club girl whose purpose is to satisfy the men, but there’s only one man she wants–the president of Desert Rebels. He avoids her until the pain of seeing him with every other woman causes her to leave. But leaving doesn’t keep her from getting into trouble with the club, and soon she’s right back where she started. Distrust and betrayal comes between them, but Bobbie’s determined to prove to Demon that she can be the old lady that he needs.

 

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I dropped the towel and reached for my panties.

“You’ve lost weight.”

I screamed and grabbed my tee, bringing it up to cover me. My eyes darted to the bed where the voice had come from, finding Demon sitting up against the headboard with his long legs crossed at the ankles. Relief and anger vied for first place in my emotions, but anger won out.

“What the fuck, Demon?! What are you doing here? How did you get in?” I watched him like a hawk as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and rose to his feet. A few short steps and he was stopping in front of me. I forced myself to hold his sharp, assessing gaze.

His eyes dropped down the front of me, burning me with their intensity. “Get dressed. You’re going with me.”

His arrogance fueled my anger. “No. I’m not.” I so wanted to slip into my tee, feeling exposed in spite of the fact that I was holding the shirt against my body. He’d seen me naked before, but this situation felt far more intimate than when he’d watched as I’d tried to wash Roland off of me. His eyes hadn’t held that predatory, hungry look like they were now.

He took a threatening step closer. I took a step back, coming up against my dresser. I caught my breath, feeling a rush of heat envelop me. I did not want Demon; I didn’t want him to touch me. I hated him.

He leaned down close to my face.

 “I caught you with our enemies, bitch. Considering the trouble we’ve had and the fact that you conveniently left the club right before all that shit went down, you look guilty as fuck.”

“You’re crazy!” I hissed. “My leaving had nothing to do with what happened at the clubhouse, or with your brothers. As for finding me with your enemies, they took me, asshole. One of those cages was mine!” I was trembling with emotion.

Something flickered in his eyes. “That may be, but there’s still too many unanswered questions right now. Until I get to the fucking truth you’ll be a guest of Desert Rebels.”

“Fuck you, Demon! Get out!”

“Maybe if you hadn’t run, I wouldn’t be here now,” he growled, so close to me I could feel his breath against my face.

 

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Author Bio

Tory Richards is an Amazon bestselling author who writes smut with a plot. Born in Maine, she’s lived most of her life in Florida where she went to school, married, and raised her daughter. She’s retired from Disney and spends her time with family and friends, traveling, and writing.

 

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When my past came knocking, I wasn’t expecting it to arrive in such a tempting package.

 

Lavender – My parents weren’t the type to win any awards, but I did learn a few things. Like how to read lines of code and get through the backdoor of pretty much any site or program. I also learned about the man my mother had dated when she’d met my dad, someone who has intrigued me for years. I never thought I’d get the chance to meet him, until my parents end up dead and I can’t think of anyone else who might be able to help. I know too much, know my parents’ death wasn’t an accident, and now I’ve been targeted. If the infamous Voodoo Tracer can’t help me, then I’m screwed.

Reality is so much better than fantasy, and with one look, I know the reason I haven’t dated is because I was waiting. For him.

Wire – I never really expected my past to come knocking at the front gates, nor did I expect it to be in such a sexy package. Lavender isn’t what I’d call a siren, but with her glasses perched on her nose, her messy hair, curvy figure, and adorable tees, she’s exactly what I want and don’t need. A nerdy, geeky, super intelligent woman who craves me as much as I crave her. So I did what any man would do… I claimed her. Now she’s mine, and if an enemy from my past thinks he can hurt her, I’d like to see him try. He might have killed her parents, but I will destroy anyone who tries to take her from me.

 

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