Drop Dead Sexy by Kiernan Kelly #Zombies #RomCom

The dead have arisen, and all they want is their old lives back. Can love eternal exist for those who are dead but not gone? It takes a brave zombie to find out.

As Serious as the Grave: Tyler was only dead for a couple of hours before he reanimated, and he’s still handsome and drop dead sexy. What makes his unnatural life worth living? Daniel, a big hunk who just might be the special person Tyler’s spent his life looking for. Will his chance for a lifetime of love with Daniel be taken away before they even get started?

Lights, Camera, Zombies! Jericho’s never been one to shy away from the facts of life… and death… and re-life. Not everyone gets the memo that Zombies are humans with rights, however. When his life is threatened on the set of a new movie, Jericho and his lover, Dex, must decide which is more important, their Zombie pride or their lives.

Destination Dead: When Cal and Holden open Afterlife, a tropical island resort for zombies, not everyone is thrilled. Guests begin to arrive for the grand opening, and trouble arrives with them. It’s a race against time for Cal and Holden to find and stop whoever is trying to destroy their resort and send them back into their graves for good.

Publisher’s Note: Drop Dead Sexy contains the previously published novellas As Serious as the Grave, Lights, Camera, Zombies! and Destination Dead.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Kiernan’s stories of gay romance envelop diverse themes ranging from paranormal to fantasy, and science fiction to contemporary romance. She has fifteen novels currently in print and ebook, and over eighty shorter works available in both mediums. Contrary to popular opinion, she is not a zombie. Yet.

Havoc (Salvation’s Bane MC) by Marteeka Karland #contemporaryromance #bookreview @marteekakarland

Spring — The father of my child is pressing for custody. Which is how I ended up dancing at Salvation’s Angels, a strip club owned by the notorious Salvation’s Bane MC. I have to earn enough to pay my attorney, then I’m out of here. I have enough on my plate without having to deal with the sexy-as-sin vice president of Salvation’s Bane. But Havoc, the bastard, wants me to stay. He’s found another way for me to make enough money to pay my bills, but I’m not sure he’s got my best interests in mind.

Havoc — It’s a pisser of a bad day. My son would have been sixteen today, had he lived. On my way to drown my sorrows I came across Spring, swishing her little ass on stage at our strip club. She’s not naked yet, but with that body and the way she moves, I don’t want other men seeing what she’s got to offer. There’s a loophole in every contract. Three songs. With me. After that? Well, I just hope my indecent proposal doesn’t push her away. At least, not until I’m ready for her to go. One problem. Now I’m addicted to her and the feisty son she’s raising. I know I’ll do whatever it takes to keep them safe. And make them both mine.

WARNING: Explicit violence which could be triggers some readers. Explicit sex as well as spanking and some voyeurism. As always, you can expect a HEA with no cheating.

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EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2020 Marteeka Karland

“Place is really lit tonight.” Stryker grinned.

Havoc glanced at him over his coffee cup and grunted. Tonight wasn’t the night for this. He knew where Stryker was going.

“Girls are smokin’ hot.”

“I’m not interested in the girls, Stryker. Here to make sure things run smoothly.”

“Yeah. But you got to admit –” As he spoke, a busty waitress brushed her tits against first Stryker then Havoc as she set two cups of coffee on the table in front of them. She winked and bumped Havoc with her hip as she stepped away. “Makin’ things run smoothly should have a few perks with it.”

Stryker was yanking Havoc’s chain. Trying to get a rise out of his brother. Havoc knew it. Appreciated it. The man was his oldest friend, and he knew when Havoc was in one of his moods. On this day, he was always in a bad mood. Today was the seventh anniversary of the day his ex-wife gave him divorce papers. Not exactly noteworthy in itself, but she’d done it deliberately to hurt him. Because she could never stand not being the center of attention.

She’d had him served on the first anniversary of his son’s death.

Yeah. Today was not the day.

“Back off, Stryker.”

“Well, why the fuck not? Get some pussy. Pick out any of the girls. No one will reject you, you know that. Get laid hard. You’ll feel better.”

“I said,” he snarled, finally meeting Stryker’s gaze, “Back the fuck off.”

Stryker put his hands in the air in surrender. “Fine, man. But at least let me take over guard duty. I’ll get Dazz and Beaner to help. They’ve been doing very well keeping the guys under control without being all flashy and pushy. You need something more than that fuckin’ coffee. You’re like a bear with a sore paw.”

“Fuck you too, asshole.”

Stryker just chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes. Get on up to your office. Or better yet, check out the new girl on tier two. Babe’s a looker.”

Havoc grunted again. Yeah. He’d just get right on that. If he wanted to fuck, he’d go to the Playground, a BDSM club Salvation’s Bane owned, and find a willing sub to scene with. No names. No expectations other than a fucking good time. Best of all, no fucking strings. And no fucking talking if he didn’t want to fucking talk.

No. He wasn’t in the right frame of mind. Even the masochists wouldn’t appreciate him tonight.

The bass from the music pulsed through his body, making him slightly ill whereas he normally enjoyed the rhythmic pulse. Salvation’s Angels boasted the most beautiful girls in the Palm Beach area, due in no small part to the fact that they were paid very well. Thumping bass pounding through the body enhanced the eroticism of the place, adding the sensation of touch mostly denied otherwise. The club might be owned by a biker club, but they served only the best liquor, the best food, in an environment that was more like a dance club than a strip club. While there were girls performing on stage, there was also a dance floor for guests and, if one paid enough, the girls would dance with the patrons. It was difficult to monitor everyone, but Havoc only hired the best security. There were several men tasked only with keeping an eye on the dance floor, and they were fucking good at their jobs.

Angels had two tiers and three levels. The first floor was for the general public. Alcohol was served, and there was a dance floor, but the girls kept their thongs on and didn’t dance with patrons. Lap dances were given in a strictly monitored “private” section, but that floor was more like a standard strip club.

Tier two was for the more “robust” patrons — meaning men or women who would pay top dollar for food, drink, and women. While sex was still strictly prohibited, these customers were given more leeway in their experiences. The women, while completely nude, still called the shots. They were allowed to pull back if they felt threatened or touched in a way that made them fear they’d crossed the line. Obviously, anything that made them uncomfortable was allowed to be shut down, too. Most had as much fun as the patrons did. The only thing not allowed was penetration of any kind. And not a single thong in sight.

Stryker was right. Havoc could have his pick of beautiful women. More than one of them were club girls of Salvation’s Bane. A couple in particular he knew could take his mind from the harsh memories surrounding this day.

Fuck. Who was he kidding? The rage was too close. Nothing but a good knock-down-drag-out was going to make a dent in his state of mind today.

A deafening round of cheers came from the second tier stage, pulling Havoc out of his dark musings. He’d been on his way to the third floor, where the offices were located. Naturally, his head turned in the direction of the uproar…

And he stopped in his fucking tracks.

On the stage was a vision straight out of his most erotic fantasies. Dressed in an intricately strapped black outfit that left her tits bare while surrounding them with those fucking straps that also crisscrossed her body. Thigh-high boots were garnished in chrome chains, as was the rest of the fucking outfit. Long, long black tresses gleamed blue in the stage lighting with every move she made. Though her outfit covered a good bit, it revealed a healthy portion of gleaming pale skin. She was like some kind of dark angel out of his dreams. She had a deceptively innocent look in her eyes, but her body and that outfit told another story.

And the woman could dance like sin on a stick…

MY REVIEW

5 stars

Determined single mom meets headstrong biker in this fast-paced, super hot addition to the Salvation’s Bane MC series… and the sparks fly!

Spring will do anything for her son, even push her boundaries by working in a strip club to ensure she has the money she needs to keep Luca safe. She hadn’t counted on meeting Havoc, and she certainly hadn’t been part of his plan. While Havoc thinks Spring needs him to keep her and Luca safe, he realizes soon enough he needs them too.

If you like extra hot sex, alpha bikers, and a quirky kid who will capture your heart, go one-click Havoc!

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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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Lonely Eyes by Bernadette Jones #RomanticSuspense #ActionAdventure #contemporary @RomanceBJones

Cover art by Cassandra Hsieh and Cat & Doxie

There is an art to pursuit.

Keira is running out of time. The handsome stranger with a dragon tattoo says he can keep her safe, but he doesn’t know the demons on her trail… Will her mysterious past lead her to escape, or drag her back to living hell?

Owen Strong has suffered tragedy, but he’s made a new family in Spencer, Colorado—one he will protect at all costs. When he finds determined Keira Hoa, she rouses more than just trouble. Looking into her lonely eyes, he sees that everyone’s in danger.

But she’s come to the right place. He’s the monster hunter.

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EXCERPT

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Copyright 202, Bernadette Jones

He continued to study her, then decided to take a chance. “I’m going to assume you’re running from something or someone. Truthfully, you suck at hiding. You’ve got the right ideas, but your execution is bad. You can stay here and I’ll teach you, or you can take off again. My guess, you won’t last two days before ‘whoever is after you’ finds you. From what I can tell, you’re scared, broke, and alone.”

She plucked at the wristband on her cotton shirt, refusing to meet his gaze.

“Come clean with me. I can help. If they’re out to harm you, I know how to protect you. I can teach you to survive.”

Raising her gaze, she met his. “What do you get? What will it cost me for your noble gesture? Free labor? Free sex?”

Owen was surprised by the fire and anger in her response. On the plus side, it was a good sign that she could learn and survive. Downside, someone had hurt her, and she’d lost all trust. “All I expect in return is that you respect my home and my friends, that you pick up after yourself, and you do me the courtesy of not stealing anything. You do anything illegal on my property and I’ll personally turn you in. You’re welcome to any food you find in the refrigerator. You can sleep down here or follow me upstairs and sleep on the couch. Upstairs is air-conditioned. My friends will be here at seven in the morning.”

He headed for the stairs at the far side of the barn.

“I can’t pay you.”

Owen turned to face her. “I’m not asking for money. Or free labor. Or sex. I don’t know what scum you’re running from, but I’m not like them. If you want my help, ask.”

ABOUT BERNADETTE JONES

Romantic Suspense Writer, Never Give Up-er,

First Wives Club-er, Lifelong Dream Achiever & Mom

Bernadette Jones has been making up stories since she learned to read on her daddy’s lap. She has imagined casts of characters everywhere she’s called home: Texas, Oregon, Washington, South Dakota, Nebraska, Illinois, Massachusetts, and now New York.

After a career in corporate writing, she’s decided to settle down and put pen to paper doing what she loves. Living the dream in her NYC apartment with her canine companion, she’s bringing her stories and characters to life.

Her heroes have seen the good and experienced the evil in this world, and they aren’t afraid to do what needs to be done. They protect what’s theirs and go to the wall for what they believe.  Loyalty to those they call family is their binding creed. 

They work hard, play hard, love hard. The women who choose them understand who they are, and are strong enough to hold their own.  They too realize…

“We are all of us walking a razor’s edge between darkness and light” ~ Ichabod

Recommended for mature adults 18+, due to language, violence, sex and subjects that may be difficult for some readers. 

Amazon 5 Star reviewer

“If you like your romance with a lot of suspense and a hefty dose of steam, then Lonely Eyes—or really anything by Bernadette Jones—is for you. Jones has an uncanny knack for painting her scenes with an urgency that has the reader at the edge of their seat. Every time I pick up one of her books, I’m sucked immediately into the action and the pages just fly by. Her characters are believably flawed, grow beautifully, and the bedroom scenes are turn-the-fan-on hot.”


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Cover Reveal: Slash (Devil’s Fury MC) by Harley Wylde #AgeGap #ActionAdventureRomance @HarleyW_Writer


She’s off limits. A brother’s daughter. But I’m going to make her mine.

Cover Art by Bryan Keller
Published by Changeling PressRelease Date: November 13, 2020Genres/Themes: ContemporaryRomance, Age Gap, Action Adventure, Pregnancy

Shella – The Devil’s Fury are the only family I’ve ever truly had. My mom was a junkie. When she died, no one wanted me. Except Grizzly. I had a home, until things went horribly wrong. I went wild, pushed too many boundaries, and overstayed my welcome. So I ran and didn’t look back. Trouble always seems to find me, so it’s no surprise I ended up pregnant, alone, and scared out of my mind. Then Slash shows up. Out of all the Devil’s Fury brothers to come for me, why did it have to be the one I’ve been crushing on since I was a teenager?

Slash – Little Shella was always a pretty girl. Spoiled. Outspoken. A complete terror. Now that she’s all grown up, she’s stunning. I needed to keep my hands to myself, and maybe I would have if she hadn’t been adamant not to disclose the name of her baby-daddy. Only way to protect her is to give her my name. Doesn’t matter I’m old enough to be her father. When I find out her secrets, and the reason she’d behaved so badly, I know I’ll do whatever it takes to make her feel safe… even if it means burying a few men. I already have blood on my hands. What’s a little more?

WARNING: Slash’s book contains graphic violence and sex, bad language, and scenes that may be difficult for some readers.

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ABOUT HARLEY WYLDE

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.

Visit Harley Online: Website | Facebook | Twitter 

“Her characters are phenomenal and have a lot of depth to them. She is absolutely fantastic at writing an engaging sexy story. Harley Wylde keeps the words flowing so that you have to turn the page to see what happens next.”

— All Author


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Titan (Hades Abyss MC) by Harley Wylde #AgeGap #ActionAdventure @HarleyW_Writer

Cover Art by Bryan Keller

Delilah — I love my family. I really do. But having three older brothers and an overprotective father doesn’t make it easy to have a life. They’ve run off every guy I’ve ever tried to date. It’s time I made a life of my own, even if that means I have to leave home to do it. I never thought I’d end up in yet another town with a motorcycle club, or that I’d be working out of their clubhouse as a webcam girl. I enjoy the freedom, and the money. No one would ever believe I’m technically a virgin. I haven’t even been really, truly kissed much less done anything else with a guy before. When the club President, Titan, kissed me, then issued a challenge, how could I possibly refuse?

Titan — I no longer looked at the girls frequenting the clubhouse the same way I had before. Being a dad changed my perspective, especially since I had a daughter. I still had fun, but it had lost its appeal. Then she walked in. Too young. Too innocent. Until she asked to join the webcam girls. The thought of strange men watching her made my hands clench. It was safer if only I had access to the feed, or so I told myself. Really, I’m just being a possessive bastard. Delilah will be mine, whether she realizes it or not. One kiss is all it takes for me to know she belongs to me. When she’s taken, I know I’ll do whatever it takes to get her back, and I’ll bury anyone who’s hurt her. Delilah is mine, and I will kill to protect her.

WARNING: This book contains strong language, graphic sex and violence, and spanking. There are scenes some may find difficult to read. It also has a dog who’s too smart for his own good, a sweet yet sassy heroine, and a hero who knows there’s nothing more valuable than love and family.

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EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2020 Harley Wylde

The rooms where the girls held their shows had a small bathroom where they could shower and change after. I didn’t lurk in the hall like a creeper, but I did stick to the end of the bar nearest the rooms while I nursed a beer. When Delilah came out, her cheeks rosy and a smile on her lips, I wanted to wrap her in my arms and kiss the hell out of her.

“Have a good show?” I asked with a wink.

Her smile broadened. “Always. I wasn’t too loud, was I?”

“If you get a salute from every guy in here, then it just means you’re doing your job right. We don’t have to watch. Just listening to you is enough to make men want to fuck you.”

Her cheeks went crimson and she ducked her head, but not before I saw a pleased little grin on her lips. She was a contradiction. Bold and sassy enough to do a live webcam show of her getting herself off for money, but in person she seemed almost shy at times. It was cute as fuck, just like her. I reached out and ran my fingers through her hair, unable to help myself.

“I like it,” I said. When she’d first arrived, her hair had been a medium brown, not too far off from the color of my hair. Since I’d last seen her, she’d dyed it black with purple streaks. It made her look as pale as Snow White, and her vivid blue eyes stood out even more.

She came a little closer, her fingers tightening on the strap of her bag giving an indication she might be nervous. “Thank you. Not just for the compliment, but for giving us a safe place to work. I know the club takes a cut, but it’s better than trying to do this at the apartment. I’d be scared someone would find me.”

“Not going to let anything hurt you, angel.” I stroked my finger down her nose, then leaned back a little so I wouldn’t be tempted to do far more. Shit. She had to be half my age. The fact she never tried to get a drink, other than asking for a bottle of water or a soda, made me wonder if she was even twenty-one. I knew she was legal or she wouldn’t be able to do the webcam show at all.

Missy had come to us with the idea a year ago and she’d hashed out the details with the club officers. We got twenty percent from each girl to not only offer protection, but Missy also paid Wizard to set up the site and the programming required for it to work. The woman had started her own company and she’d been smart about it. For a fee, Wizard tracked all the people using the site and made sure it remained operational. How she handled payment to the girls working for her was her business and hers alone.

I always felt bad taking any money from Delilah. Hell, I was the only one paying her. When she paid her twenty percent each week, it was like she’d paid me to watch her get off. Shit. And now I was getting hard again.

“I also wanted to thank you for not… not making me feel like…” She bit her lip and looked away.

“Like a whore?” I asked.

She gave a jerky nod and glanced at me. “I know what I’m doing isn’t exactly conventional. Some guys might consider it prostitution and think they had a right to take what they wanted. I feel safe here. No one ever says anything bad to me. The few who do make remarks are always teasing.”

“You know Missy comes here even when she’s not doing her show, right?” I asked. I wasn’t so sure my brothers were only teasing. Delilah was hot as hell and I knew every damn one of the men in my club would gladly have her on her back, bent over a table, or on her knees. Then I’d have to bust their damn heads. I’d already started to think of her as mine, even though we seldom interacted with one another. They knew how I felt about her, but it didn’t mean they didn’t want her just the same.

“Yeah, she said she likes to party with the club. She’s tried to get me to come with her.”

I straightened, towering over her. “Don’t come to the parties at the clubhouse. You hear me, Delilah?”

Her eyes went wide, and she paled a little before anger tightened her features. “I’m not a child, Titan. If I want to attend a party, I will. It’s why I left home, so I could have a life. I didn’t trade one dad for another.”

Ouch. “Dad? You think I’m your second daddy?”

She visibly swallowed and tried to take a step back, but I reached out and grabbed hold of her arm, yanking her toward me. I leaned down, and my gaze locked with hers.

“Then maybe I ought to turn you over my knee and spank you.”

She gasped and swayed toward me. And in that moment, I knew it was a lost cause. There was no fucking way I’d ever be able to walk away from her. I kissed her. Hard. My tongue thrust between her lips as I took what I wanted, bent her to my will, and had her whimpering for more. Her hands fisted my cut as she clung to me. I wound her long hair around my hand, anchoring her.

I’d always been a demanding man in the bedroom, and it wasn’t something I’d change anytime soon. I liked being in control. The way she melted against me told me enough. She might have some spunk, but deep down, she was a submissive little thing. She’d take my orders and love every second of it.

I nipped her jaw, then put my lips by her ear. “You want to come to a party? Want to know what will happen?”

ABOUT HARLEY WYLDE

Harley Wylde is the International Bestselling Author of the Dixie Reapers MC, Devil’s Boneyard 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. 

“Her characters are phenomenal and have a lot of depth to them. She is absolutely fantastic at writing an engaging sexy story. Harley Wylde keeps the words flowing so that you have to turn the page to see what happens next.”– All Author

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Book Review: Trident’s Queen by Darlene Tallman #ContemporaryRomance #bookreview @darzee_t

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About the Book:

Brock “Trident” Storm is an emergency room trauma nurse, using the skills he honed during his time as a Navy SEAL, he takes care of those in the community that Poseidon’s Warriors MC claims as its own. He’s content to love ‘em and leave ‘em. That is, until he treats a woman one night, who touches a part of him, one he thought was long dead. Each time she comes in, he finds himself drawn even more toward her until that last visit that landed her in ICU. Then, he just wants to get her safe and shot of her husband.


Gianna Jeffries had it all at one time – the socialite wedding, the jewels, the money, the cars. That all changed when she developed an autoimmune disease that prevented her from giving her husband an heir. Broken and battered, she finds herself under the care of an intense, slightly intimidating nurse who calls to the pieces of her that remain.


With the gangs ramping up their vandalism, the PWMC is hard-pressed to keep their community safe. Will Trident be able to handle the pressures that come with being the enforcer of an MC, running one of the club’s businesses, as well as working at the hospital, while still pursuing Gianna? Will Gianna realize that there’s more to life than being a showpiece on a pedestal and rid herself of the abuse she’s endured?

**Suitable for ages 18+ due to adult content and language

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My Review:

5-stars!

I love this series! It’s not your typical MC romance. The men are ex-military, honorable, and try to be law-abiding. We first met Trident in Poseidon’s book. He intrigued me right away. The way he takes care of Gianna is heartwarming. He won’t back down from a fight, but when it comes to his woman he definitely has a soft mushy center 🙂 If you’re looking for a book that has a slow build, you can’t go wrong with Trident’s Queen! I can’t wait to see who gets a book next.

*Disclaimer: The author did not request a review of this title. I purchased/borrowed through Amazon and merely left this review as my personal opinion of the book.

BOOK REVIEW: Tormenter Mine by Anna Zaires #DarkRomance

About the Book

He came to me in the night, a cruel, darkly handsome stranger from the most dangerous corners of Russia. He tormented me and destroyed me, ripping apart my world in his quest for vengeance.

Now he’s back, but he’s no longer after my secrets.

The man who stars in my nightmares wants me.

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My Review

4-stars

I stumbled across this intriguing book through an Amazon ad on my Kindle. I almost swiped it off my screen, but something made me hesitate. This was my first time reading this author so I downloaded a sample — and I was hooked!

Let me say this book does have a cliffhanger. I despise cliffhangers when I don’t know they’re coming (which is a large part of why I deducted 1 star). But the writing was very well done, and the story just sucked me right now. When I got to the end, I was disappointed their tale was unresolved. Normally, I’d refuse to move forward if I hadn’t been warned about the cliffhanger, but this book… this one is different. I had to know! Needed to find out what hapened next. So I one-clicked book 2.

This is a darker romance with violence, bloodshed, and stalking. If any of those are triggers for you, pass this one by. But if you love an anti-hero, a book with twists and turns, heartbreak and love, then you definitely need to this one a try.

*Disclaimer: The review above is merely my opinion. Neither the author nor publisher requested a review. I purchased a copy through Amazon.

Daring Domanicos by Saloni Quinby #GayRomance #ActionAdventure @katehillromance

Daring Domanicos (Daring Domanicos 4)

The gorgeous Domanico triplets — or the Daring Doms — have a taste for danger. Tucker, Mitch and Quint — a lifeguard, a firefighter and a bounty hunter — are single, but that’s about to change…

In Too Deep: Keith dreams of being Tucker’s guy. The lifeguard is hotter than the California sun and Keith knows he has fallen in love, but he fears confessing his feelings will scare Tucker off.

Bull by the Horns: Hurled off a mechanical bull directly into the arms of firefighter Mitch Domanico, Blake insists on hooking up with the hunk. Unfortunately he passes out before the best part. Mitch has lusted after manicurist Blake from the moment they met. Still, he wants to be sure that Blake’s desire for him isn’t just a drunken whim.

A Wanted Man: While chasing a fugitive, Quint Domanico risks his life to save a man caught in the line of fire. Dalton has had no luck in money or love. He’s used to being on his own and isn’t sure if he’s meant for commitment. If his relationship with Quint moves from great sex to something more permanent, will he be ready?

Publisher’s Note: Daring Domanicos contains the previously published novellas In Too Deep, Bull by the Horns, and A Wanted Man.

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EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2020 Saloni Quinby
Excerpt from In Too Deep

Seated at his desk, Keith gazed out his office window at the gorgeous beach scene. Kids and adults played in the water. In the distance several surfers rode the rolling waves. It was a perfect sunny day. Two kids tried to build a sand castle a bit too close to the water. A young couple sat on a blanket, the guy rubbing lotion onto the girl’s bikini-clad body.

Keith truly wished he was out there too, instead of cooped in his office. Up until recently, he’d liked his job but lately the best thing about it was his office view. He felt like such a fraud, doling out advice about love when his personal life was sorely lacking.

His gaze fell on the hunk walking toward the lifeguard tower and he forgot about everything else. Just a glimpse of Tucker made his pulse race and his cock ache. A light sweat broke out on his forehead and back despite the AC being turned on high.

Tall and athletic with long legs, broad shoulders and abs that Keith wanted to lick all over, Tucker was the kind of man he dreamed about. He had thick black hair and eyes as blue as the ocean he watched over.

Tucker had started working as a lifeguard here last month. Keith had been an advice columnist for a local GLBT newspaper for about a year. Most of the letters he received were from people looking to start or end a relationship. He’d always provided bold advice, most of which seemed perfectly reasonable when he was giving it to someone else.

Then he’d met Tucker through a mutual acquaintance at a beachside restaurant nearby. Thomas, the burly middle-aged owner and chef, had introduced Keith to Tucker. With his gorgeous eyes, killer bod and brilliant smile, Tucker had charmed the hell out of Keith, but Keith was too smart to show it. He’d remained cool — friendly but in control. He’d met Tucker’s kind before — drop dead gorgeous and he knew it.

After Tucker had taken his lunch to one of the outside tables, Thomas had leaned closer to Keith and whispered, “He makes you want to fake drowning just so you can get mouth-to-mouth, doesn’t he?”

“Hardly,” Keith said with a nonchalant shrug. “You’ve seen one gorgeous hunk and you’ve seen them all.”

Thomas laughed, his gray eyes sparkling.

Since that first meeting, Keith hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Tucker. The sexy lifeguard had starred in several of his most erotic dreams, but Keith wasn’t foolish enough to think those dreams would ever come true.

Tucker was one of those perfect, athletic types and Keith was a pale, skinny pencil-pusher, even if he did work out several times a week in an attempt to keep at least some muscle on his five-foot-nine-inch frame. People who said they’d kill for his fast metabolism didn’t fully comprehend its drawbacks.

Speaking of metabolism and Thomas’s restaurant, it was time for lunch. He shut down his computer, left his office and headed out for a bite.

At the restaurant, the host showed him to his usual table. While he was looking over the menu — not that he needed to, since he ate there enough to have it memorized — Thomas approached.

“Hey, Keith. I just wanted to invite you to the Halloween party I’m having here after hours on Wednesday October thirtieth. It’s a masquerade. Hope you can come.”

“That sounds great. I’ll be here,” Keith said. He loved dressing up. He wore at least some makeup and eyeliner daily, but on Halloween he enjoyed going all out.

“Fantastic. What are you having? I’ll get it for you.”

“My usual.”

Thomas nodded. “Turkey club and a lemonade. Be right up.”

Thomas walked back to the kitchen and Keith placed the menu aside. He’d just started to relax when the heavenly body himself walked in.

Tucker stood at the front of the restaurant, talking and laughing with the host. A moment later, they turned and walked in Keith’s direction. His stomach clenched when he realized they were headed for the empty table near his. Once Tucker was seated, the host handed him a menu, winked and left.

Tucker studied the menu with jewel-like blue eyes. Although Keith had seen him on the beach just a short time ago wearing a swimsuit, he now wore jeans and a black short-sleeved shirt so thin it was almost see-through. The outline of his nipples was visible through the sheer fabric draping his superb body. His thick black hair was spiked up. Black pearl earrings gleamed in his earlobes and a braided rope bracelet adorned his strong wrist.

Keith hoped his study of the sexy lifeguard was discreet.

“Hey,” Tucker said, turning to him with a smile. “You’re Keith, right?”

“”Yeah,” Keith replied coolly.

“I don’t know if you remember me. Tom introduced us about a month ago.”

“I remember.” How could I forget?

“I’ve seen you around a lot. Do you live nearby?”

Was he actually trying to make conversation? Of course he was. After all, Keith wasn’t the one who’d started talking to him.

“Yeah. Not far.”

They fell silent for a moment and Keith’s stomach clenched. What kind of advice would he give a moron who had the object of his desire seated right next to him and didn’t know what to do about it?

“You write an advice column, don’t you?” Tucker ventured.

“That’s right. How do you like working at the beach?”

“Oh, I love it. I’ve been a lifeguard since I was sixteen. It’s what I’ve always wanted to do.”

“That’s pretty cool, having your dream job.”

Tucker chuckled. “And you don’t? Not too many people get to be a successful advice columnist and have a book published and everything.”

Keith couldn’t help feeling flattered. “You know about my book?”

“I read it. Interesting.”

That was surprising. He didn’t expect a guy like Tucker to need a book about improving his gay relationship, unless it covered how to keep a horde of horny guys from breaking his door down.

“Thank you,” Keith said.

The waiter arrived and took their orders. Once he’d gone, Tucker asked, “Are you eating alone?”

“Yeah. I’m just on a lunch break. Are you alone too?”

“Yeah. Unless you want to join me?”

Keith could hardly believe his good luck. He stared at Tucker.

“Sorry. Was that uncomfortable?” Tucker asked. “If this is your quiet time, I get it. Just pretend I’m not here.”

Like that’s possible.

“No. Don’t mind me. It was just a delayed reaction. My mind is always in overdrive.” As Keith spoke, he moved his drink, jacket and leather bag over to the seat across from Tucker. Now he could look at the hunk straight on. The only problem was, how could he possibly eat while looking at a man this gorgeous?

About Saloni Quinby

Always a fan of romance and the paranormal, I started writing over twenty years ago. My first story was accepted for publication in 1996. Since then I’ve written over one hundred short stories, novellas and novels. I love to blend genres. I also love horror and a happily ever after, so if you’re looking for romance with witches, aliens, vampires, angels, demons, shapeshifters and more, there’s a good chance you’ll find something to your taste here.

When I’m not writing, I enjoy reading, watching horror and action movies, working out and spending time with my family and pets.  I love hearing from readers, so feel free to leave a comment at my blog or connect with me on Twitter.

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New Release: Conspiracy of Fear by Mikala Ash #steampunk #scifiromance @ash_mikala

Conspiracy of Fear (Elizabeth Hunter-Payne Steampunk Adventures 3)

There’s a bloody serial killer on the loose in foggy London, and music hall singer, The Songbird of Surrey, fears her best friend has fallen victim to the fiend. When her own fiancé, who she sent out to find her friend, goes missing as well, she seeks the professional help of the EHP Investigation Bureau to solve the mystery.

Intrepid crime fighter Elizabeth Hunter-Payne ventures into the dangerous streets of London’s East End and explores the seamy side of adult entertainment to confront the Collector, the terror of Whitechapel. His elusive puppet master, Vladimir the Mesmerist, is pulling the strings of conspiracy, and threatens the very foundations of the empire.

Elizabeth meets the ultimate automaton, Hercules, but what service can a metal man of cogs and gears perform? Guns, knives, and half-bricks come into play as Elizabeth fights for survival, and her sanity, in another thrilling steampunk adventure.

Author’s Note: Cliffhanger ending. Elizabeth’s story continues in Elizabeth Hunter-Payne Steampunk Adventures 4!

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EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2020 Mikala Ash

After my adventure on the airship Imperative, I decided to chronicle my now numerous adventures on behalf of her Majesty’s government. Due to the sensitivity of my activities I have instructed my solicitors to withhold them from publication until a century after my death. I suspect it is a form of vanity, an act of self-aggrandisement, another of my personal failings. I do intend to give an honest account, and because memory is at best an untrustworthy source and at worst an outright liar, I take copious notes at every opportunity to ensure my recollections of events are as accurate as possible. This tedious habit became particularly important to me given the strange case on which I was about to embark.

Following the deadly conclusion of the Torbernite Imperative my small household had undergone a substantial upheaval. I’d taken a monstrous risk to my reputation by installing the unmarried Felix Rider in the bedroom next to mine. On the surface my act is clearly one of charity, for Felix is an operative of my investigation bureau, and he had been wounded in the line of duty aboard the airship Imperative. During a life-and-death struggle he sustained a gunshot wound, a concussion, two broken ribs, a twisted knee, as well as cut and swollen knuckles.

It was a risk I was honour bound to take, for he had saved my life.

However there was another co-placating factor at play. In addition to his investigative duties Felix had agreed to be my tutor in matters pertaining to erotic satisfaction, a step I’d taken to reawaken my sensuality following many years of celibacy after the death of my dear husband, Jonathan. Felix was an able and inventive teacher. The palpable risk I took was that my physical attraction to Felix coupled with his proximity, would be my undoing, and that I would do something indiscreet, and be exposed as the laughable wanton widow so popular on the music hall stage. Embarrassed and ashamed, I would inevitably become an outcast of society, a fate, if I am to be honest, that was losing its power over me every day.

I placed him under the round the clock charge of two nurses, a cheerful buxom young blonde named Bramble, and the senior of the two, the authoritative and statuesque Hazleton. They were supervised by my family physician, the reputable Dr. Horace Wamburton.

As I have related elsewhere, Archie, my late husband’s batman, also shared my house. I considered him the son Jonathan and I were destined never to have. I’d unofficially adopted him after he had been seriously wounded in the Crimean battle that had killed Jonathan. Since the Torbernite affair he had been laid up in bed with a serious chill he’d earned while carrying out surveillance work in torrential rain. That left the responsibility of running the EHP Investigation Bureau to me. Every day after breakfast spent with Felix, chatting about anything and everything, and resisting the powerful urge to climb into bed with him, I’d go to the office feeling highly aroused and frustrated.

My body’s propensity to lust, or libido as my old Latin dictionary calls it, had never been higher in my life, and inevitably I succumbed to it. It was the eighth morning after returning from Edinburgh that I went to Felix’s room to wish him a good morning that my resistance fell. I entered as Nurse Bramble, the pretty young blonde was leaving the sick room, and we bumped into each other. As we performed a little dance to get out of each other’s way without disarranging my crinolines too badly I noted her creamy complexion was flushed, and though she wore her habitual smile, she uncharacteristically avoided my gaze.

Nurse Hazleton, the older and more sensible of the two, bade me good morning.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, indicating with my gaze the departing back of Nurse Bramble.

“It’s nothing, Mrs. Hunter-Payne. We nurses have seen it all. We don’t embarrass easy.”

“What do you mean?”

In turn I followed her gaze to Felix’s bed. He was still asleep. His handsome face, despite the bandages that covered the minor cuts on the left side of his head, appeared relaxed and untroubled. Then, with a sharp intake of breath, I noted that lower down the sheet was tented with a morning erection. I couldn’t help but put my hand to my mouth.

About Mikala Ash

Aussie Mikala Ash used to be a mild-mannered training & development consultant by day, and a wild sci-fi and paranormal adventure writer by night. Now she is a brazen full-time writer and nature photographer who is concentrating on having among other things, “… bags, and bags of fun!” Mikala can be found on Facebook and on Twitter.

Seducing Destiny/Dark Kisses Duet by Anne Kane #ActionAdventure #PNR #shifters #werewolves @annekane

Seducing Destiny/Dark Kisses Duet (Northern Rockies Pack 1)

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Angela Knight

 

Seducing Destiny: Jack, the alpha of the North Rockies pack, knows Destiny needs some time to come to grips with her werewolf heritage before he springs the whole mated for life thing on her, but when a band of rogue werewolves move into the area, Jack can’t afford to have his attention divided. It’s time to convince Destiny she belongs in his pack — and in his bed.

Dark Kisses: Kidnapped and dumped in unfamiliar territory, Katie has no idea where she is or why the geriatric old fool chose the Northern Rockies Pack territory to dump her, bound hand and foot. The fact that she’s just come into heat doesn’t help matters either. When Jeff finds her, his mere presence sends flames of liquid lust sizzling through her veins. Can she resist the dark wolf, or will she succumb to his wildly sexy dark kisses?

 

Praise for Seducing Destiny “I liked this story a lot…very hot!”

— Janie Esparza, The Romance Studio

“I loved how chocolate plays into this storyline. Ms. Kane leaves no doubt in the reader’s mind that sex and chocolate are the perfect combination.”

4.5 Ribbons! — Chrissy Dionne, Romance Junkies

 

Praise for Dark Kisses 


Paranormal Erotic Romance Category
“An enjoyable read with an interesting cast of characters.”

4 Diamonds! — Starla Kaye, Got Erotic Romance?

 

 

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EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2019 Anne Kane
Excerpt from Seducing Destiny

Destiny stared in dismay at the box in the middle of her kitchen table. Her stomach lurched, a ball of anxiety settling in the very middle of it. Gold gilt covered the small box, giving it an exotic look. An artfully tied crimson bow surrounded by curls of white lace sat cheerfully atop it, adding to the air of decadent luxury.

She knew who’d put it there, and she knew why. Jack. The Alpha of the Northern Rockies werewolf pack. The man who made her knees feel weak whenever she glimpsed him walking down the main street, or lounging at a local coffee shop. The man who’d made it plain that he intended to be her mate. The absolute last man on the face of the planet that she intended to get serious about.

No point in putting this off. Her sensitive nose could smell Jack all over the damn box. She caught the trailing lace between a thumb and forefinger and gently undid the bow, dropping the cheerful piece of ribbon on the table. Taking a deep breath, she plucked the lid off.

Her breath caught in her throat. An exquisitely detailed chocolate wolf nestled in a cushion of crushed white velvet. Every detail from the tip of its muzzle to the dominant curve of its tail was perfect. Jack had reproduced himself exactly. She knew if she turned the little wolf over, she’d find a jagged scar running along its left flank.

“I suppose I could always bite your head off.” Destiny felt a wry smile tug the sides of her mouth. She jumped, startled by the sound of a loud knock on her front door. Quentin must have gotten out of court early. She hadn’t expected him to show up for at least another four hours. Sweeping the ribbon up off the table, she stuffed the box and ribbon into a drawer and slammed it shut.

“Come on in, the door’s open.” She hoped Quentin couldn’t hear the guilt in her voice. Not that she had anything to feel guilty about. Damn Jack and his fancy little chocolate creatures! She smoothed her hands down her skirt and tried to look calm.

“I know, I was just being polite.” Jack strode into the room, a crooked smile on his rugged face. “You’re not usually this happy to see me.”

“I thought you were my boyfriend.” She looked pointedly behind him as if she expected Quentin to materialize any second. “I’m expecting him to drop in after court today.”

Jack ignored her reference to Quentin and gave her a toothy grin. “I intend to be a lot more than a friend, and it’s been a long time since anyone referred to me as a boy.” He advanced, his eyes sparkling. “Glad to hear you finally think of me that way, though, because unless my nose is deceiving me, you’re going to be begging for my attention shortly.”

Destiny felt a surge of color flood her cheeks and she turned away so he couldn’t see her face. It mortified her to know he could smell her eagerness. “You wish.” Now that was lame!

He took her by the shoulders and turned her around to face him, his touch surprisingly gentle for such a large man. “No, I know. The full moon is on Saturday. You haven’t slept with that wimpy boyfriend of yours, and you’re not going to if you want him to live to see Monday. A human male can’t begin to satisfy your needs. I wouldn’t have to lift a paw; you’d tear him apart yourself. Your frustration level is about to escalate to hellish proportions.” A devilishly wicked smile curved the corner of his mouth. “Fortunately, I can help you deal with that.”

 

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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.

Website: http://www.annekane.com/

Blog: http://annekane.wordpress.com/