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Excerpt from The Anonymous Life by Marissa Farrar
It started with a photograph.
A single, crazy, adrenaline-filled moment of madness.
I’d had enough of being ignored, of being the maid, the chef, the chauffeur to my unappreciative family. I dreamed of the days when men used to drop to their knees before me in the streets. They’d beg to buy me drinks, just to get me to spend a little time in their company, and, if they were lucky, snatch a kiss and take me home to their bed. Now, I was invisible. A mother, a wife, a housekeeper. I longed to be seen as something sexual again, and so I took the photo.
I made sure not to include my face. I didn’t want to be identified. Instead, I held the camera on my phone with one hand and cupped my breasts with the other, squeezing them together so the tops lifted and rounded in globes. My nipples peeped between my fingers, crinkled and hard. The lighting wasn’t perfect, and I had no idea what filters to use, but that didn’t matter.
I posted it online.
It was on one of the popular social media sites, known more for its raunchy posts than some of the others. I’d used the site to watch porno GIFs often enough, but I’d never had the guts to comment or post something of my own.
I gave myself an online name--theanonymouslife. All one word.
It was only a single picture, but already my emotions surged up inside me, making me feel alive—a mixture of excitement and guilt, and horniness.
Already, I was addicted.
I stayed on the computer, checking for comments and reblogs. People liked my tits, it seemed. More than my husband, who hadn’t laid a finger on me in forever. There were a couple of negative notes, but I brushed over them in favour of the positive ones. Damn trolls were everywhere.
I don’t know why I got such a thrill from posting my picture online, or why I’d even felt the need to do it at all. Maybe there was anger in me, a resentfulness I couldn’t shift, and posting the photo felt a little bit like revenge. Or rebellion. I resented my husband for plunging me into a life of celibacy that I’d never asked for. I’d always been a sexual person, and still was, but now sex was denied to me. My children stole my body away, though they never asked to do that, and I would never hold them responsible. I love my kids. They are the one thing that keeps me walking the straight and narrow when all I want to do is run, screaming, throwing off my clothes and frustrations as I do so. I dream of a future alone, where I can pick and choose men as I please, allow them in my life for a short while, only to continue alone once more. Sometimes now, I feel like I barely have enough time to have a thought to myself without being interrupted. I can feel the years slipping away, knowing I’ll never get them back. I’m only in my early thirties—too young to be this dried up person already—and the thought of the rest of my life as a sexless woman terrifies me. I love my husband, I do, but he doesn’t seem to have any interest in me anymore. He’s always too tired from a long day at work. I don’t know if he has no interest in sex in general or if it’s just me that no longer excites him. I can’t say I blame him. After seeing the births of two babies, I’m not sure I’d excite me either. But I can’t bring myself to break up our home, can’t stand the thought of the hurt in our children’s eyes if we separated. Plus, he’s a good guy. I like his company, most of the time. We’re just missing that important element.
So, instead of dealing with the real problem at hand, I took the photograph.
It was harmless. I wasn’t hurting anyone. But quickly I discovered one picture was not enough.
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When the mist descends on the high fells of the English Lake District, danger lurks. Demons, witches, ghosts and more gravitate to the powerful Elemental Coven – some as friends and allies, some as deadly enemies. The battle in the mist is a battle for power and love and lust, but most of all, for Tara Stone and the Lakeland Witches, it’s a battle for survival.
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Sex is magic for the Elemental Coven -- powerful magic. But will it be enough to defeat the hate-driven demon determined to destroy them with the very magic of their own lust?
Body Temperature and Rising Book: 1 of the Lakeland Witches Series
American transplant to the Lake District, MARIE WARREN, didn’t know she could unleash demons and enflesh ghosts until a voyeuristic encounter on the fells ends in sex with the charming ghost, ANDERSON, and night visits from a demon. To help her cope with her embarrassing and dangerous new abilities, Anderson brings her to the ELEMENTALS, a coven of witches who practice rare sex magic that temporarily allows needy ghosts access to the pleasures of the flesh.
DEACON, the demon Marie has unleashed, holds an ancient grudge against TARA STONE, coven high priestess, and will stop at nothing to destroy all she holds dear. Marie and her landlord, the reluctant young farmer, TIM MERIWETHER, are at the top of his list. Marie and Tim must learn to wield coven magic and the numinous power of their lust to stop Deacon’s bloody rampage before the coven is torn apart and more innocent people die.
Riding the Ether: Book 2 of the Lakeland Witches Series
Cassandra Larkin keeps her ravenous and dangerous sexual appetite secret until she seduces Anderson in the mysterious void of the Ether. Anderson is the sexy, insatiable ghost who can give her exactly what she needs.
But sex is dangerous in a place like the Ether…
When the treacherous demon, Deacon, discovers the truth about the origin of Cassandra’s powerful lust, he plots to use her sex magic for revenge on Tara Stone and the Elemental Coven, who practice their own brand of sex magic.
Cassandra must embrace the lust and sexuality she fears and learn to use its power. Will she stand with Anderson, Tara, and the Elemental Coven against Deacon’s wrath or suffer the loss of friendship, magic and love?
Elemental Fire: Book 3 of the Lakeland Witches Series
Obsessed with revenge, KENNET LUCIAN makes a deal with a demon, a deal he comes to regret when he meets TARA STONE, head of the Elemental Coven, and a powerful witch with a desire for revenge at least as great as his. Even though the attraction between the two is magnetic and the lust combustive, Kennet must betray her to accomplish his goal, which is ultimately her goal as well; to put a final end to the demon, Deacon’s, reign of terror. But can Tara trust the man who has wormed his way into her heart and the heart of the Elemental Coven? Can she trust LUCIA, the demon with whom Kennet is allied, a demon with her own agenda. The path to Deacon’s destruction is far from clear, and the price that must be paid to be free of him forever may be too high, even for Tara Stone.
Demon Interrupted: Book 4 of the Lakeland Witches Series
What secrets does a man have that would cause him to chooses to live under a spell that magically erased his past? When that spell is broken Ferris Ryder must choose to remember all that he was, all that he has done and all that drove him to willingly forget. If he chooses not to remember, the consequences will be dire for himself and the Elemental Coven, who are now his family.
Is the mysterious Elaine, who both fears and desires Ferris, a ghost with a past all her own, or merely a figment of his fevered dreams as he struggles against time to remember the past he fears or destroy the very people for whom he chose to forget.
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Excerpt 1 from Body Temperature and Rising:
She was half way up the porch steps when she changed her mind, squared her shoulders and headed for the stables.
When he saw her, he surprised her by scooping her into his arms, holding her tight, so tight she could barely catch her breath. A sense of relief rushed over her, a feeling that she wasn’t in this alone, and she held him tight right back.
‘I was so scared,’ he spoke against her ear, his voice thick with emotions. ‘I didn’t know what they’d do to you, if they’d follow you, and I didn’t know where you’d gone or where to look for you. I couldn’t bear the thought of it happening to you. What happened to Fiori.’
She said nothing; she wasn’t sure she could speak without blubbering.
‘I’m sorry,’ he whispered against her hair. ‘This is not how I wanted it to be. This is not what I wanted you to know about me.’
‘What?’ She pulled away enough to look up into his eyes, ‘Tim I don’t blame you for any of this. I still don’t know what to think about it all. I don’t know ...’ Her voice drifted off. ‘Do you think we should go to the police?’
‘And tell them what?’ he said stepping back. ‘We’re the only ones who know. We’re the only ones who can tell they’re dead. To anyone else Fiori and Sky look as real and alive as you and I do, as real as that Anderson bloke you let plough you. He must have been impressed, the way he fought me.’
This time the clench in her stomach was anger. ‘You son of a bitch!’ She shoved him with the flat of her hand and he yielded, perhaps too shocked to do anything else. She shoved him again. ‘What the hell business is it of yours who I let plough me anyway, and for your information, yeah, he liked it just fine. Like you care.’ She shoved him again, and the mare looked up from munching her breakfast. ‘Lest we forget that you ploughed Fiori. Oh that’s right, I forgot that was different. She wasn’t dead when you fucked her, so that makes it all right.’
She saw his face darken, and in her own mind’s eye, she saw the woman’s tragic death, and for a split second she wished she hadn’t said anything, but damn it, he was such a bastard. ‘First you treat me like I don’t exist, then you go all big brother on me like I’m too delicate and soft-brained to take care of myself. Well I have news for you, Tim Meriwether, I was taking care of myself for a long time before you decided I needed looking after.’ She shoved again, and this time he grabbed her with such force that she felt the bones in her neck pop.
With her forward momentum, he stumbled over an uneven paving stone, lost his footing and went over backward into a manger full of fresh hay, pulling her on top of him.
Before she could shove and claw her way to her feet, He grabbed her around the waist and rolled, pinning her beneath the weight of his body. He gave her no time to think about it, but pulled her into a bruising kiss, forcing her lips apart, probing her hard pallet with his dexterous tongue, biting her lower lip before he came up fighting for the breath to speak. ‘I think about you a lot, Marie,’ His chest rose and fell in hungry gasps. ‘But I promise you, none of those thoughts were even remotely brotherly.’
She bucked underneath him and clawed at his shirt. ‘Then do something about it, damn it, and stop toying with me.’ Several buttons popped and flew across the stable floor. He forced her legs apart with his knee, moving it up to rub against the crotch of her jeans. She shoved his shirt open and arched up to him as he pushed her T-shirt up and manoeuvred and tugged, forcing her breasts free from her bra into his splayed hands and hungry lips.
She fumbled with the fly of his jeans, sliding an anxious hand into his boxers. He huffed a breathless grunt, and the muscles low in his stomach tensed as she closed her fingers around his engorged penis and began to stroke.
He had just began the anxious efforts with her own fly when suddenly the stable door slammed shut, and the light bulb overhead exploded in a shower of fine glass plunging the two into total darkness.
Marie yelped, and Tim cursed. As they fought their way to their feet, the mare screamed, and they could hear her struggling.
Tim vaulted over the manger’s edge seconds before Marie, calling back to her. ‘Get the door. Get it open.’
Struggling to secure her jeans with one hand, Marie felt her way along the perimeter of the stable toward the door. The relief was short-lived when her fingers closed around the handle, and it wouldn’t budge.
‘It’s locked,’ she shouted above the desperate cries of the mare.
‘What do you mean, it’s locked,’ Tim shouted back. ‘It doesn’t have a lock. It can’t be locked.’
‘I’m telling you it won’t open,’ she yelled back, feeling an icy chill blasting her from behind. With one final tug, the door gave and she tumbled backward on her arse. The sharp knife-edge of light that shot through the darkness was blinding, like a flashbulb going off, leaving a deep bruised after image dancing in front of her face, an after image of Deacon.
She cried out and crab walked backwards, as he stepped toward her, unfurling his bullwhip, in what seemed like endless slow motion.
Then from somewhere beyond the blinding light, Tim grabbed her beneath the arm pits and hauled her to her feet, pulling her protectively to him, manhandling her until his back took the brunt of the whip’s lash, as it cracked like thunder even above the horse’s terrified screams.
Marie felt his body tense, jerk and go rigid, felt his heavy pull of oxygen.
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Voted ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes, K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?
When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.
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K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, Fulfilling the Contract, To Rome with Lust, and The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Witches trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available.
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Kathryn McClusky is an ErGer – a rare and highly prized individual in the supernatural world.
She has spent her life running and hiding, but circumstances have changed and the only way to protect her family is to hand herself over to the Vampire Lord of London to face slavery or death.
Lucian Neben runs his London court with a stern but fair hand, but political pressures are building from both the human and fey worlds, and taking possession of an ErGer would cement his position of power.
Kathryn is vulnerable and broken almost beyond repair, but she holds in her hands the one treasure Lucian desperately wants – the possibility of home and family.
Can he teach her to open herself up; to choose to life, and him, before reality forces him to take her freedom?
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He calmly straddled her, and as he leant forward to take her mouth in a deep kiss, his long hair curtained them in a world of their own. His kisses were deep and addictive, a leisurely play on her senses, an instant aphrodisiac. He took his time to taste and feel every last corner of her mouth and only let up when both their lips were swollen and sensitive.
"That's it. I want you to be only aware of me." There was a wicked light in his eyes – wicked, aroused and full of gentle laughter, a combination more desirable than anything.
"First, I will narrow your world so that your busy little brain cannot take you away, and then I will play with you. The rules will be simple. I get to do whatever I want and you have to take it. If you tell me something I do not know and cannot find out any other way, something secret and intimate, then and only then will I give you relief."
She did not understand what he meant but her confusion was quickly overtaken by alarm when he covered her eyes with a soft cloth. She did not like the limitation to her sight even though he had blindfolded her repeatedly over the last two weeks. It made her tense, and increased her awareness of both his touch and his taste. She felt his lips stroking over the cloth, gentling her into the darkness. She was surprised when his hands slipped under her shoulders and he made her upper body more comfortable – she had not noticed the discomfort from her muscles, but he had. He had noticed the increased tenseness and adjusted her body to avoid it. That realisation was terrifying and reassuring in equal measures.
She felt him get off the bed, though his hand remained a calming pressure on her skin at all times. A gentle pressure was laid over her torso, just under her breasts, and as it tightened her body was further immobilised by what she realised was a strap. A second strap followed the first just over her breasts. Both straps were tight but not painful, smooth lines of warming leather on her overheated skin.
"I am just making sure that you cannot move suddenly and risk hurting yourself." His voice was an anchor in her world, a deep note of calm in her rising nervousness. It almost failed to stave off the waves of panic when he gently lifted her right leg and bent it to attach a thigh cuff to the side of the bed, leaving her exposed. She tried to struggle but he had ensured that her range of movement was already so limited that any resistance was ineffective at best. Quickly he attached a second cuff on her other thigh and tightened the ankle restraints, leaving her laid out on the bed, restrained and open, her legs parted and bent, entirely helpless and accessible to his touch.
"You have no idea how beautiful you are like this – splayed for my desire, unable to resist the pleasure I can give you."
In "real" life, I am an academic with degrees in Political Science, Economics, Philosophy and Law and an insatiable desire to confound, baffle and disconcert my students. Someone once suggested to me the reason for my stories lay in the desire to offset the tedium and rationality of academic life. He wasn't an academic or he would have known better. It is best to use research against tedium, students to offset the rationality and an unlimited supply of stressballs for the faculty meetings. The stories? Well, they are just for me - like a mental manicure.
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12 Masters. 12 Desires. 12 Fantasies Come to Life. Meet the Masters of Blasphemy…
Releasing September 13, 2016, BOUND TO SUBMIT is the first full-length novel in Laura Kaye's Blasphemy Series.
A Note from Laura Kaye:
I’m so excited to share my new cover art for Bound to Submit with you today! From the moment I met Detective Kyler Vance in the Hard Ink series, I was intrigued. And from the second I knew Kyler was a Dom in an exclusive club named Blasphemy, I knew I had to learn more. That was the moment the Blasphemy series was born, and now I’m just thrilled at how the whole thing is taking shape – beginning with Bound to Submit, which promises to be scorchingly hot and achingly emotional. I hope you’ll grab your copy. In the meantime, enjoy this amazing cover! And if you haven’t already, get caught up with Hard to Serve, the book that introduces it all!
From the ruins of an abandoned church comes Baltimore’s hottest and most exclusive BDSM club. Twelve Masters. Infinite fantasies. Welcome to Blasphemy…
He thinks he caused her pain, but she knows he’s the only one who can heal her…
Kenna Sloane lost her career and her arm in the Marines, and now she feels like she’s losing herself. Submission is the only thing that ever freed her from pain and made her feel secure, and Kenna needs to serve again. Bad. The only problem is the Dom she wants once refused her submission and broke her heart, but, scarred on the inside and out, she’s not looking for love this time. She’s not even sure she’s capable.
Griffin Hudson is haunted by the mistakes that cost him the only woman he ever loved. Now she’s back at his BDSM club, Blasphemy, and more beautiful than ever, and she’s asking for his help with the pain he knows he caused. Even though he’s scared to hurt her again, he can’t refuse her, because he’d give anything to earn a second chance. And this time, he’ll hold on forever.
"A searingly sexy story with some of the hottest scenes I've read in a long, long time. Laura Kaye shows her mastery of the BDSM world. I'm eagerly anticipating more in this bold new series!"
~ Cherise Sinclair, NYT Bestselling Author of the Masters of the Shadowlands Series
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Amazon exclusive until September 2016 in paperback and ebookAbout Laura Kaye: Laura is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over twenty-five books in contemporary and paranormal romance and romantic suspense, including the Hard Ink and Raven Riders series. Growing up, Laura’s large extended family believed in the supernatural, and family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses cemented in Laura a life-long fascination with storytelling and all things paranormal. She lives in Maryland with her husband, two daughters, and cute-but-bad dog, and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.
Everyone’s favourite dominant tennis player, Travis Connolly, is back! Grand Slam, a M/F BDSM sports erotic romance by award-winning authors Lily Harlem and Lucy Felthouse has been re-launched with a brand new cover, but is the same gripping book—so if you’ve read it before, be aware the content hasn’t changed.
California had seduced me with promises of a new life working at Los Carlos Tennis Academy. What I didn’t expect was the dark, brooding number one seed, Travis Connolly, resisting my help. He wasn’t interested in my psychology skills. Instead his attention was drawn to the edgy, sharper corners of my desires, proving that they existed, setting me challenges and driving me crazy to the point of combustion.
I’m the best tennis player in the world—officially—so why would I need a damn woman full of psychobabble to get me on form? Despite my irritation, however, I can’t resist pushing Marie Sherratt’s buttons even though doing that shows her the darkest shades of my lust, the parts of me I buried deep. So I set her a challenge, one she rises to, one that has me rising too, and before long my game relies on her calling the shots, hitting the target and bending to my will. One thing was certain, being not just master of the court, but also of Marie is seriously good for my soul.
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I turned to the door. I always kept it ajar when expecting a client, to give the impression that I was open to whatever they needed to talk about. It was a subliminal thing.
Travis stood in the frame, his wide shoulders filling the space, the top of his head almost brushing the wood and his jawline holding a heavy sprinkle of black stubble.
Fuck, he should come with a warning. Hazard to the health of every female heart. He looked good enough to eat, or lick all over at the very least. Tasty.
“Knock, knock,” he said, slipping his gaze down my body.
“Come in. Take a seat.” I gestured to the couch and made a point of not letting my attention slide over his body. I didn’t need to look at soft blue jeans worn in all the right places or at his black polo top with a Nike logo just over his right nipple to imagine what was beneath them. I took a deep breath to stop myself doing just that. His physical attributes weren’t my concern, it was his mind I was after.
He shut the door and sat sideways on the low S curve of the black leather recliner, his long legs folding over and his knees coming up high.
“Please,” I said. “Lie back, make yourself comfortable.” I took a seat on a soft chair just to his left and crossed my legs.
Damn, I hadn’t realized how short this tight little red skirt was. Quickly I uncrossed, then started to worry there was a gap between my knees that would flash the top of my stockings or worse, what was between them. Hurriedly I pressed my notebook over my lap, resisted a squirm and forced a gentle smile at Travis.
“You wear glasses,” he said.
“Contacts usually.” I touched the black frames and pressed them up the bridge of my nose a fraction.
“You were in a hurry this morning then?” He frowned, as though irritated by me being in a hurry.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“You were in a rush to get to work?”
“Not especially, it’s just the heat and being tired, it’s made my eyes a little sensitive. I thought it best to opt for my glasses when I left home this morning.”
“So you slept at home last night?”
“Pardon?” I creased my brow in confusion.
His fists were clenched and a muscle twitched in his jawline. “You slept at home then and not at…?”
I struggled to keep the surprise out of my expression. Bloody hell, was he getting at what I thought he was? Did he want to know if I’d slept at Peter’s?
His dark eyes were boring into me; they were deep chocolate-brown, almost black. Annoyance swirled in their depths, so did a curious certainty that I’d answer his question. He was definitely a man who was used to getting what he wanted.
Well, I supposed he would again now, because if he didn’t chill out we’d get nowhere and I had things to start work on. Plus I hadn’t slept with Peter. I wasn’t a to-bed-on-the-first-date kind of woman, so what was the harm in being truthful? “Yes, I slept at home last night.” I opened my notepad, clicked the spring on my ball-point pen and tilted my chin. “Alone.” I caught his steady gaze. Yes, I’d told him something he had no right to wonder about. But by telling Travis what he appeared to want to know, he owed me something in the confessing stakes.
He nodded slowly, then lifted his legs and did as I’d asked, lay back on the chair and settled his gaze over the L.A. skyline.
“And what about you?” I asked, watching as he unfurled his fists and rested his hands over his flat belly. “Did you sleep alone?”
He frowned. “You know I did.”
“No I don’t.”
“I was eating alone, Marie. You saw me.”
“Yes. I did. But you could have been heading out to meet someone or catching up with other players. I’m not a mind-reader.”
I waited for him to elaborate on our chance encounter or offer some information on the rest of his evening. He didn’t.
“In these sessions, Travis, it’s important for me to know who else is in your life, who you hang out with, who you share your thoughts and feelings with.”
“You have everything you need to know in my file.”
“Your file is full of facts. I’m more interested in the non-tangible things.”
“Things like who your special someone is.”
He sucked in a breath, rolled his lips in on themselves and stared out the window.
“Have you left someone you care about back in England?” I asked gently.
“I think this is all very much beyond the realms of what we’re supposed to be doing here.” He’d fisted his fingers again and shifted his right foot irritably, as though kicking something away. I wondered if he was imagining it was my head.
“It’s up to us to decide what we want to do with our time together, Travis. We can talk about your accident or cognitive methods for keeping calm and focused under pressure, or you can unload all the stuff that fills your mind and stops you from being able to concentrate on court. Entirely up to you.”
“Great, in that case we won’t discuss my love life. It really is the last thing that plays on my mind when I’m beating an opponent into submission.”
Okay, now was the time to play my trump card. “Yet you feel it necessary to ask me about my love life.”
“You didn’t have to answer.”
“No, I didn’t, but you wanted to know, and since we’re stuck with each other for three hours a week for the foreseeable future I figured it would make sense for us to know a little about each other’s lives.”
“So now we do. I know you’re dating my coach and he wants to get into your knickers, and you know I sleep alone and have done for a long time now.” He paused. “Too long.”
Great, now we were getting somewhere. “And would you like that to change?”
He sighed and shoved his hand through his hair. I watched the black strands feather through his fingers and an image of myself doing that to him as he kissed down my sternum, onto my stomach, lower, suddenly stole into my mind.
I tightened my legs together. Felt a pleasurable little rush of heat in my lower abdomen. No. That was a ridiculous thing to daydream about. Travis Connolly was not only way out of my league, he was also a surly grump. Sitting here talking to him was stretching seconds into minutes.
“Are you asking me if I want to get married?” he asked, his gaze slipping to my chest.
Damn it, my nipples were tingling now.
“No, not at all. Simply wondering if you feel your career allows you to have a romantic relationship or if it’s something you’ve sacrificed in the name of tennis.”
“I’ve sacrificed lots of things to be number one seed.”
About Lily Harlem
Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning author of erotic romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Pride Publishing, Evernight Publishing, All Romance eBooks, Stormy Nights Publishing, Tirgearr and Sweetmeats Press. Her work regularly receives high praise and industry nominations.
Before turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and her latest HarperCollins release, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse draws on her many experiences while nursing in London. Lily also self-publishes and The Silk Tie, The Glass Knot and Scored have been blessed with many 5* reviews since their release.
Lily writes MF, MM and ménage a trois, her books regularly hit the #1 spot on Amazon Best Seller lists and Breathe You In was named a USA Today Reviewer’s Recommended Read of 2014. Her latest MM novel is Dark Warrior.
Lily also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes under the name Harlem Dae - check out the Sexy as Hell Trilogy - The Novice, The Player, and The Vixen - and That Filthy Book which has been hailed as a novel 'every woman should read' and is available in book stores nationwide.
One thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms Harlem, is it will be wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy. Enjoy!
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About Lucy Felthouse
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller) and Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller). Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 140 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter and Facebook. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
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Categories: Contemporary romantic suspense, Erotic Romance, Mystery, Erotic Thriller, Romantic Suspense Fiction, Literature Mystery
Back in her hometown, veterinarian Ava Black is torn between a loving promise to cowboy Brady Ross, and her intense desire to be with artist and businessman Eric North.
Protective and private, Brady can give her a normal life with children, family, friends and the career she loves, all without the confines of marriage.
Domineering Eric wishes for privacy in his own life, but fame and wealth make him an obvious target of attention. A normal life wouldn’t be an option if she were with the billionaire. But finishing the Horse List would be – along with the sexually adventurous lifestyle she craves.
Will Ava find the strength to stand up and choose the path of true love, finally revealing the secrets she’s planned to take to her grave?
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The tightly controlled voices of the two men she loved stopped her from moving farther into the grand foyer. She stepped in front of the stroller carrying her sleepy son and ran her hands through her short blonde tresses. Riding her horse over wasn’t the smartest decision she’d ever made. She attempted to brush off the horse hair littering her jeans, but there was too much. Oh, well.
“Malachi McDuffie is her bodyguard. He and Colin will guard her. No strangers are allowed on your property while she’s here. Not one. Malachi is bringing her home to me,” Jameson “Brady” Ross said.
He worried too much. She wasn’t going anywhere else after she settled things with Eric except home to him. She loved him, and after all he’d done for her…. Gosh, Brady had rescued her from her ex-husband, Steve Nelson. He’d healed her, protected her, lost almost two years of his life to take care of her. When she’d gone into early labor, he’d delivered her son safely. All he’d asked in return was for her to be faithful to him. One day, when she was finally over Eric North, maybe she would take the plunge and marry him. It wasn’t too much to ask after all the sacrifices he’d made for her. He loved her, really loved her. And she loved him. He wasn’t Eric, but he was hers.
“Yes. You’ve repeated your rules over and over for the last twenty minutes. You might think I’m a little slow, but I assure you I’m not. Stop procrastinating and leave. You don’t need to be here when I see her,” Eric North said in a bored business tone.
Straightening her back, she tamped down the anxiety of seeing the man she wished loved her as much as she loved him. A year and a half without him hadn’t changed her feelings.
Brady couldn’t stall Eric forever. She had to get this over with. Telling Eric about their son Ben had to be done. Eric was already involved with someone else. All she had to do was let him know he was the father of her baby. What he decided to do with the information was up to him. If Eric didn’t want Ben, Brady would gladly adopt him.
“Um…I…may I…um. Hey…” She couldn’t finish. Her heart seized up at the prospect of his rejection of her and their child.
Maybe Brady is right and I’m not ready to see him. Maybe they didn’t hear me. I could just back out the way I came and no one would know I was even here.
She rubbed her sweaty palms on her pants, taking a moment to regain control.
I can to do this.
“I have someone I want you to meet before he falls asleep again. May I come in?” she asked, her tone lower than usual with a confidence she did not feel.
“Yes, Ava. You’re welcome here always, forever. Nothing has—” Eric stopped before finishing.
Her pulse revved up like a top fuel dragster as Eric nearly skidded to a stop in front of her.
Glancing down to the wooden floor to get away from the blue eyes that seemed to always see deep into her soul, she focused on the task at hand.
“Eric, I’m sorry.” She turned her back to him as an involuntary shudder blew through her.
Getting over Eric would be impossible, not with the way every molecule in her body wanted him.
“No, sweetheart. I’m sorry.”
Ignoring the desire to be in his arms, she bent over Ben’s blue stroller. “I’d like you to meet…”
She stopped from finishing as she struggled to get her sleepy boy out of the stroller. It seemed at almost nine months, her little man was having another growth spurt.
“Let me. I take care of Jacob and Paulette’s little girl all the time. This looks the same as theirs, only blue instead of pink.”
He slid his hand down her arm, sending heavy pulses of electricity straight to her heart, flowing until it landed in her sex. Her hand trembled as his covered hers, so close to their little boy. She turned her head to the side to speak but his mesmerizing gaze stopped her. She trembled so close to him.
I should leave. What if he actually wants full custody of Ben? This might be the worst mistake of my life.
“Ava, it’s okay. I understand. I love kids. What is his name?”
She managed to block his view of their son as he wrapped his arms around her from behind in an embrace.
“I can’t lose him,” she whispered.
“You won’t. Brady wouldn’t do that to you. What is his name?”
Her breath hitched but her voice held steady under all the panic trying to find a way out. “His name is Benjamin West Black.”
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AN ACCIDENTAL AFFAIR
Liliana Batchelor Series #1
Released March 2013
Two souls meet at a dark railroad crossingâ¦ there's no hint this night will be the beginning - and end - of everything.
Lily doesn't exist any more - old Lily, anyway. That night made her different, rewrote her life, tore up everything she thought she knew and understood.
How do you go back to normal after you've met someone who has turned your life upside down? When you fear the passionate connexion but don't want to live for anything else? When those few moments were the most intense and intimate of your life and it was the barest taste of what you could have together?
How do you find the strength to not run away from something that has the power to shatter your heart?
Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language and situations that some readers may find objectionable (including spanking and bondage). Content intended for adults only.
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"It took forever to find a book last night on my Kindle. To find that perfect Alpha male character. Stuart is the one."
"Really enjoying the strong alpha possessive male qualities of Stuart, Liliana is no simpering girl, their connection and the way the author visualizes that to the reader are really impressive. Did I mention it is smokin' hot?! Really pleasantly surprised with this one, reminds me at times of In Flight series among others."
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Holly Blackstone has been writing stories and poetry since she was seven and has always been an avid reader. She enjoys cooking, painting, reading, blogging, music, writing, dancing and gardening, and lives in the Pacific Northwest, just outside of Seattle.
Holly enjoys exploring how her hero and heroine grow when faced with adversity, and believes erotica can not only be sexy and sensual, but contain rich characters and tell a compelling story.
She enjoys interacting with readers and discussing her books and what motivates the people in her stories.
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NOVEL – 218 PAGES
ISBN – 9781603100519
RELEASE DATE – May 1, 2016
PURCHASE - $4.25
After three years apart, Elise De Silva and Drew Greenway hope they are over each other, but when their eyes meet across a crowded ballroom, all their feelings for each other rush to the surface again. However, they cannot be together as Elise is his best friend’s daughter, and he’s a thousand years older than she. As their love grows for one another like an out of control fire, they give in to their feelings and declare their love for each other. They know they can never be apart and decide to tell her parents, rather than have a clandestine relationship. With the final battle between the Seekers and Global Innovations coming, Elise has some difficult choices to make. Does she lie to Drew in order to save his life, or does she risk it in the hope that he will be safe?
Reader Alert! Drew greenway is desperate for a woman to love, one who loves his music, sense of humor and loves nothing more than to take long, romantic walks by his seaside cottage. Everyone thinks he’s a playboy, a love ‘em and leave ‘em kind of guy. There is one woman who fits the bill, but she is the daughter of his best friend, forbidden fruit and a thousand years younger than he. He keeps trying to deny his feelings and is instrumental in suggesting she goes to the seeker house in the USA for a few months. To keep her safe from abduction by Nikolas Krystos…but also safe from him. Elise de Silva has loved drew since the age of fifteen. He is everything she wants in a man and as she gets older, her feelings only get stronger for him. She tries everything to get him to at least kiss her, but he always backs off. When she discovers he suggests she leaves the mansion with her best friend, Tamara, and cousin, Nathan, she sees it as a rejection. She says spiteful and cruel things as she leaves and neither one sees how much they cry at the separation. After three years they return and as drew and Elise’s eyes meet across a crowded ballroom, all their feelings resurface so much stronger than before. After many teasing and burning encounters, they finally make love and it is sizzling, mind-blowing and completely out of this world. When Elsie gives drew a sleeping drug to keep him safe from harm, she offers herself to Nikolas Krystos in order to keep him safe. Drew is completely beside himself, but she has allies within the Krystos household who will see her safely returned. Along with this sexy, passionate love affair, the war is finally upon the seekers and global innovations. Can Elise, Tamara and Nathan save their race as destined, or will Nikolas, and his sons, Damon and Leon be the victors. When Camille tells Paul Veron to push the button, does he have the courage to do so.
To my readers: Hi, I have to say out of all the Atlantean series i have written this is my personal favorite. The will they, won’t they aspect of the relationship between drew and Elise is extremely hot, tense and very passionate, with mind-blowing consequences. But there is so much more going on. Greta Devine, Nikolas Krystos’ partner, and son, Leon, no longer agree with his hostile policies against the humans and the seekers and start to send messages via birds to keep the seekers updated. Phoenicia Coeur’s days are numbered when she is betrayed by someone she thought was weak. And as the book draws to the close, one of Elise’s close friends and khan the tiger are dying. Do her mutated powers have the strength to save them? And which faction will be the victor in all of this. Will anyone survive from the fallout, or will the home planet of Atlantis decide to destroy them all…even the humans? So, grab a copy of the book, sit in your favorite seat and be prepared for the most explosive finale to this part of the seekers adventures so far.
About the author: I have been writing seriously for the last six years. It was after the death of my wonderful mother who was desperate to see my work published. Unfortunately, she passed away before she saw it happen. I began to write seriously after that, needing to fill the huge void she’d left in my life. I started off with a romance/thriller and then wrote two fantasy books, but didn’t feel like i’d quite found my “voice”. So I thought I’d combine all the elements that I enjoyed writing about and paranormal romance fits the bill exactly. The first one I wrote, the Atalantean birthright, was going to be a one-off, but it’s become a bit of a monster and book 9 is now a wisp. I also have a romance/thriller published with a UK publisher. I have written 17 books in total, some in contemporary romance and others in paranormal and fantasy – all romance-related. Some of them are still require final edits before submitting to publishers.
New Release from Lucy Felthouse – City Nights: One Night in Budapest (@cw1985) #newrelease #erotica #romance #newadult #NA #tirgearr
Hermione’s in Budapest on a romantic weekend break. Or at least it should have been romantic—an unexpected break-up means she’s visiting the Hungarian capital alone. Determined to make the most of it, she goes on a night-time river cruise, the perfect opportunity to see some of the city’s beautiful sights after dark.
On the boat, cute Budapest native Emil serves her cocktails. They chat a little on the journey, engage in some banter, and when Emil asks Hermione out for dinner, she’s seriously tempted. But she’s a long way from home, by herself—is dinner with a complete stranger a good idea? Hermione decides to take a chance, and what follows is an unforgettable night which will transform her life forever.
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Locating the correct pier, Hermione pulled her ticket from her pocket and showed it to the girl welcoming passengers onto the boat. The girl—the badge pinned to her blouse giving her name as Reka—glanced at the ticket, and smiled. “Thank you. Please take a seat inside until the boat arrives. Enjoy your trip.”
With a nod, Hermione gingerly headed along the gangplank and boarded the vessel, wondering what Reka meant. Surely this was the boat? She shrugged, smiling at the other members of staff she passed, and followed the buzz of chatter to find the other passengers. Maybe it had been a misunderstanding, her meaning lost in translation or something.
Heading up a couple of steps to a bar room full of other tourists, she quickly took a seat at an empty table by the window. She’d have a great view of Budapest’s riverside highlights from here—and she was sure they’d look different again once night fell. Already the sky was darkening—it was almost four p.m. on a chilly January day.
She was so intent on admiring the Chain Bridge that she didn’t know there was anyone beside her until someone said, “Excuse me, madam? Would you like to take advantage of our special drinks offer?”
Turning to the source of the voice, her fluttering heart the only indication that she’d been startled, she smiled. “Maybe. What’s the offer?”
Her smile widened as she studied the man who’d spoken. He looked to be around her age—early twenties, and damn cute. Dark, slightly overlong hair curled on his head, deep brown eyes gave him an intensity that increased the flutters in her heart, and the dimpled smile he flashed as he replied lit up his handsome face. “It is happy hour. Two drinks for price of one.” He paused, looked at the empty seat beside her, then glanced over his shoulder as though checking if anyone was coming to join her at the table. “But perhaps you would only like one? Maybe I can see if yours can be half price…”
“It’s okay,” she replied firmly. “I’m going to be on the boat for a while, I’m sure I can manage two drinks. I don’t have to have them at the same time, do I?”
He shook his head. “No. I will be serving on the other boat in a moment, so I will look after you and your drinks to make sure you get special price.”
Immediately following his mention of an additional boat, a loud voice rang out. “Ladies and gentlemen, we are now ready for you to board the tour boat. Please be very careful while stepping from one boat to the other. As soon as you are all seated, we will begin the trip. Thank you.”
It was then Hermione realised that as she’d been gazing out of the window to one side, a smaller boat had pulled up alongside the one she was on. Everyone was getting up and moving to the staircase. “Thank you,” Hermione said, glancing at the man’s name badge. “Emil. I would absolutely like to take you up on your offer.”
He smiled, and she returned the gesture, only allowing the grimace to take over her face once she was out of his view. She was glad of any language barriers at that moment—hopefully it had prevented Emil recognising the blatant double entendre in her words, inadvertent though it had been.
As she emerged into the main space of the tour boat, she worried there wasn’t enough room for her and she might have to share a table with someone else. Not that it would be the end of the world, but over the past couple of days in the Hungarian capital, she’d become accustomed to her own company, even begun enjoying it. And the beautiful city had been more than enough of a distraction, in any case.
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller) and Eyes Wide Open (an Amazon bestseller). Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 140 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter and Facebook. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
Red Sage Publishing Presents: Dangerous Temptations by Toya Richardson
Dangerous Temptation, The Eternal Love of the Seekers #7
By Toya Richardson
Releasing April 1, 2016
Novel 177 pages
Fantasy Erotic Romance
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What People are saying:
This story is a paranormal read with loads of suspense and romance that keep the pace humming right along, with characters you can sympathize with and root for to the very end. But wait...it's not over! And yet, this story ends at a good stopping point. Readers won't be cliffhanger frustrated or feel robbed in any way. The last sentence will leave you tantalized to begin Book 2. 4.5 stars for a strong debut! ~Book Belle
Read how love is learned and found. How passion will change what one fights for. It had a couple of surprises interwoven that brings out the story more and the characters. A new to me author and was worth the read. I enjoyed it and I’m sure you will also. ~ RomFanReview.com
For sixteen long years the war between the Seekers and Global Innovations has been quiet. But now the time is coming when the final battle will commence. Greta Devine and her son, Leon Krystos, hate what Nikolas and Damon Krystos are doing to their people. They embark on a dangerous game of keeping the Seekers informed with what’s happening while trying to maintain a normal life with Global.
When Leon saves Tamara Jermaine and Elise De Silva from being captured by his Father and brother, he tells them they owe him a favour. And when his girlfriend, Emily Simpson, is in danger of being paired with a male she doesn’t know, she’s rescued and taken to the safety of the Seekers.
Meanwhile, Drew Greenway, guardian to Elsie De Silva and former ladies’ man, is a tortured soul. He has fallen for a woman he’s known all of his life and knows she feels the same way too. Does he have the strength to push her away before his best friend, Armand De Silva, realizes how he feels about his daughter.
Reader Alert! Drew Greenway is desperate for a woman to love, one who loves his music, sense of humor and loves nothing more than to take long, romantic walks by his seaside cottage. Everyone thinks he’s a playboy, a love ‘em and leave ‘em kind of guy. There is one woman who fits the bill, but she is the daughter of his best friend, a Dangerous Temptation and a thousand years younger than him. He keeps trying to deny his feelings and is instrumental in suggesting she goes to the Seeker house in the USA for a few months. To keep her safe from abduction by Nikolas Krystos…but also safe from him.
Elise De Silva has loved Drew since the age of fifteen. He is everything she wants in a man and as she gets older, her feelings only get stronger for him. She tries everything to get him to at least kiss her, but he always backs off. When she discovers he suggests she leaves the mansion with her best friend, Tamara, and cousin, Nathan, she sees it as a rejection. She says spiteful and cruel things as she leaves and neither one sees how much they cry at the separation.
After three years they return and as Drew and Elise’s eyes meet across a crowded ballroom, all their feelings resurface so much stronger than before. After many teasing and burning encounters, they finally make love and it is sizzling, mind-blowing and completely out of this world.
When Elsie gives Drew a sleeping drug to keep him safe from harm, she offers herself to Nikolas Krystos in order to keep him safe. Drew is completely beside himself, but she has allies within the Krystos household who will see her safely returned.
Along with this sexy, passionate love affair, the war is finally upon the Seekers and Global Innovations. Can Elise, Tamara and Nathan save their race as destined, or will Nikolas, and his sons, Damon and Leon be the victors. And when Camille tells Paul Veron to push the button, does he have the courage to do so.
To My Readers: Hi, I have to say out of all the Atlantean series I have written this is my personal favorite. The will they, won’t they aspect of it between Drew and Elise is extremely hot, tense and very passionate. Theirs is the main focus of the two-parter, but there is so much more going on. Greta Devine, Nikolas Krystos’ partner, and son, Leon, no longer agree with his hostile policies against the humans and the Seekers and start to send messages via birds to keep the Seekers updated. Phoenicia Coeur’s days are numbered and she is betrayed by Damon Krystos to his Father.
And as the book draws to the close, one of Elise’s close friends and Khan the tiger are dying. Do her mutated powers have the strength to save them? And which faction will be the victor in all of this. So grab a copy of the book, sit in your favorite seat and be prepared for the most explosive finale to this part of the Seekers adventures so far.
About the Author: I have been writing seriously for the last five years. It was after the death of my wonderful Mother who was desperate to see my work published. Unfortunately, she passed away before she saw it happen. I began to write seriously after that, needing to fill the huge void she’d left in my life. I started off with a romance/thriller and then wrote two fantasy books, but didn’t feel like I’d quite found my “voice”. so I thought I’d combine all the elements that I enjoyed writing about and Paranormal Romance fits the bill exactly. The first one I wrote, the Atalantean birthright, was going to be a one-off, but it’s become a bit of a monster and i have started writing book 8 now. There are also 3 other books not in the series which I have written – well, one is also partway through. I hope you enjoy reading my work as much as I’ve loved writing it. So come on and join my Atlanteans on their voyages of love and discovery.
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