Taming the Beast by Erzabet Bishop- He's Fighting a Curse, Time is Running Out and He Needs To Find A Mate, She Is His Sexy Solution #Contemporary, #Erotic, #Paranormal, #Romance, #Shifters, #MF, #BBW

Blurb:

Allyse Montlake needs a job and quick. But what can a curvy girl with a penchant for plant magic do in the current job market? It’s just not the kind of thing that most people put on applications these days. To help her mother with medical expenses, she has to get something that pays more than her bookstore job—and quick. When she goes with her friend Cara to a job fair, she has no idea she’s just applied for a position on Extreme Bachelor-in front of the camera and not behind the scenes as she intended. When she meets the man behind the mystique, can he love her for who she is and see the beauty behind the curves?

Soren Rochester is a werewolf and the owner of Barks, one of America’s most successful pet store chains. He also happens to be fighting a curse. One pissed off witch of an ex-girlfriend and he’s running short on time to find a mate or else. When his assistant suggests a reality television show he reluctantly agrees. Can this beast find true love amidst the glittering dresses of the contestants or will he find her only to lose her in a field of thorns?


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Excerpt:

“No way.” Allyse clutched the invitation in her hand and stood at the closed gates of the Rochester estate. She waved the email at the stylish woman with the clipboard standing in front of her.

“This was supposed to be for a behind the scenes job on the show, not for a close up on camera looking for a husband.”

“I understand, dear, but if you’ll get back in line with the others, we’ll get all of this sorted out in a few minutes, okay?”

“Others?” Allyse’s stomach sank. This was so not going how she’d planned.

“Other contestants. Everything will be explained shortly. Now, if you’ll just get in line?” The woman’s voice drifted off in a distracted hollow tone, her attention taken up by a large catering truck approaching the gate.

“You need to go around back. This is for guests only.” She jabbed her finger at the driver’s window and Allyse stopped listening.

Allyse gritted her teeth and made her way over to the group of six women who, like her, waited for direction. She didn’t miss the behind the hand comments and slant-eyed stares. Her curvy form seemed to invite them. Today, she’d worn a new black and white floral top and soft flowing black slacks with new strappy black heels. Her long, dark hair was twisted into a loose updo with tendrils of curls fluttering down the sides of her face. She’d even splurged on a new tube of lipstick she couldn’t really afford, but it was important to make the right impression with the people who mattered.

Out of the corner of her eye, Allyse spotted a camera crew filming them from afar and her stomach did a funny little flip. She turned her head and recognized the hostess for the show standing next to the coordinator and swallowed the lump that had grown in her throat. She’d helped behind the scenes on a few shows, but never had she even considered herself a candidate for the hand of a man she didn’t even know. It was, in her opinion, ludicrous to think you could meet someone and know, in a date or two, if there was chemistry enough to warrant a lifetime commitment. How awkward would it be to tell someone oh hey, I sort of forgot to tell you I’m a witch that can sniff out car keys like a prized spaniel and oh, by the way, if you ever want your roses to grow, just pass me the word and I’ll make sure they get the memo.

Besides, she never aspired to being married. No one had ever really made her think of it. For her, marriage meant forever, and she didn’t abide by the modern sensibility that you could dump someone like you changed your socks. The only man in her life was Mr. Stinky, an irritable little Chihuahua who’d claimed her heart long ago. She was happy. He didn’t hassle her about her curves or needle her about hogging the bed. Nope. He was a perfect little pouty faced angel and she was mad for him.

He was pissed as hell at her right now, too. Leaving him with her mother wasn’t normally an issue, but the little guy had taken one look at her luggage and given her such an evil glare she still had the scorch marks. He’d gone right up to the top of the stairs, staring down at her like an angry gargoyle.
All she had to do was get through the next few days, collect her check and hope it was enough to help put a dent in her mom’s doctor bills. It made her sick to think of how little insurance actually covered. She had to do something to help make ends meet and work she would. It was late afternoon and, from what the email said, they should be entering the property to get settled.

The hostess walked away from the film crew and joined the other women.

“Attention, ladies. If you could all join me here at the gates, we’ll get started.”

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About Erzabet:

Erzabet Bishop is an award-winning and bestselling author who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Crave, Snow (Three Times More Lucky Box Set), Malediction (A Wicked Halloween Box Set), Map of Bones (A Wicked Affair Box Set), Sanguine Shadows (Vampire Bites Box Set), The Science of Lust, Wicked for You, Heart’s Protector, Burning for You, Taming the Beast, Bayou Shadows (Nola Naughty Nine) Hedging Her Bets (Alpha Fever Box Set), Cat’s Got Her Tongue (Alpha Heat Box Set), Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark (upcoming),The Devil’s Due (upcoming), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming), Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Sweet Seductions, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many anthologies.

She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies.
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Russian Heat by Lily Harlem, A Hot #OneNightStand With A Russian Hockey Player Turns Into Something More-- #Contemporary, #Erotic, #Romance, #MF

Publisher: All Romance eBooks

Date of Publication:  October 1, 2016


Book Description:

One night stands should be exactly that, one wild night. Somebody should tell that to the sexy Russian. I love working for an airline and traveling the world—it’s everything I'd ever hoped and more. I work hard and play hard, and if I can have some sexy time with a hot guy, why not? I'm a free agent.

When my one-night stand is a hunk of a hockey player with a smooth Russian accent and an even smoother way of sweet talking me into his bed, not once but several times over, things definitely get complicated for my heart. I have no intention of having it broken again.

Will he be able to make it up to me? Has he even returned from his homeland? And what the hell is going to happen when engine failure makes my life flash before my eyes? Only one way to find out, and that's to hang on for the ride.

First time in print! Includes the bonus short story: “Rookie Rules”!

Excerpt:

“Vadmir,” the man in front of me said, holding out his hand.

“My name is Vadmir Arefyev.”

I tore my attention from the departing couple and let his warm fingers wrap around mine. He had a few callouses on his palm and his nails were neat and square-shaped.

“Samantha.” I paused. “But I guess you know that because my friend just said it.”

“Yes.” He grinned, a proper smile this time, not the half-amused curl of his lips he’d had before. “But it looks like you have lost your friend.”

He spoke with an accent, Russian I guessed, having heard passengers speak that way. He released my hand. “I’ve only lost her for a few hours.”

I knotted my fingers together, trapping the warmth infused from his palm. “Let’s hope she doesn’t eat him alive.”

He laughed, a deep, rumbling chuckle that shifted his huge pecs beneath his t-shirt. “I hope she does. Jackson is still getting used to his new Viper fame and it might teach him a lesson. Knock him up a peg or two.”

“Do you mean down a peg or two?”

“Yes, yes, that’s what I mean, down.” He smiled again and I noticed that his two front teeth were slightly crossed. “Yes, and he is new, isn’t he?”

 Harmony had mentioned that earlier. “In that case, he might be a little worn-out at practice tomorrow.”

He rubbed his hand over his chin, creating a sharp sound over his dusting of pale stubble.

“I’m not here tomorrow but it would be good to see.” He nodded at the parking lot. “So do you need a ride now?”

“I’ll grab a cab, that’s how we got here.”

“I don’t mind taking you somewhere. I’ve finished for the day.”

“No really, I don’t want to bother you.”

“It is no…er…bother.” He gestured to the lot. “Anyway, there are no cabs here.”

A small, welcome breeze lifted my hair from my shoulders and wafted the scent of dew-coated moss and light herbs my way. He was wearing an unusual cologne that seeped into my nose and heightened my awareness of his magnetism. There was definitely something seriously sexy about Vadmir Arefyev.

Damn, I really should get a ride out of here. In fact, better still. I should make him my ride.

“Well I guess you’re right,” I said, “there are no cabs about, so yes, a ride would be cool. As long as you don’t mind.”

“I really don’t mind.” He adjusted his bag, his upper arm muscles straining against the sleeve of his t-shirt. “It’s this way.”

He turned to the lot and I fell into step beside him. I had to take two strides to his one but luckily my Hermes wedges were up to the job. He swung his keys around his fingers again.

 “Samantha, that’s a pretty name.”

“Thanks, yours is…unusual.”

“Not where I’m from.” He shrugged. “There are plenty of Vadmirs there.”

“Where is that, then?” He glanced at me. “You are not a Vipers fan?”

“No, sorry, I was just hanging out here with Harmony. I’m more of a Prada, Gucci and Jimmy Choo fan. Don’t mind a bit of Donna Karan and Armani, either.” He chuckled again. “I get your drift.”

“So you’re from where exactly?” I asked. “Russia. North of Moscow. I’ve been here four years now, though.”

“Your English is good.”

“Thank you. I have worked very hard to get it right.”

“And do you miss home? Russia?” He paused at a white convertible Chevy Camero and clicked his key fob. The car beeped to life and he tugged open the passenger door for me.

“Yes, of course. I miss my family, my parents are not getting younger but at least, doing this, playing here, it means I can provide for them.”

“That’s very kind of you.”

“They’ve always been very kind to me.” He smiled and gestured for me to climb into the car. I climbed inside and he shut the door. As he walked around the front, I buckled up and placed my purse down at my side.

“And you,” he said, dropping into the driver’s seat. “You’re not American. I can tell.”

“Ah, well spotted. No, I’m English, well, technically half-and-half but I grew up in England so that’s home. But my father lives over here, in Denver. America has been home for a long time now.”

“We played Denver last month. I liked the cold. The heat in Florida can be very…tiring.”

He revved the engine and flicked on the air-conditioning.

“I won’t disagree with you there.”

 I crossed my legs. His gaze drifted over my thighs and knees and I couldn’t help yet another small thrill. It seemed Vadmir was a leg man, which was just as well. I had great legs. Not by chance but by hours in hotel gyms and a healthy dose of good genes from my grandmother and mother. Right now my legs were also tanned to a milky-coffee shade of brown and freshly waxed.

“Tell me if you get cold,” he said. “You’re…er…not wearing much.”

 Now it was my turn to laugh. “I’m fine, it’s a relief to be out of the sun.”

He looked me in the eye and my breath hitched. There really was something captivating about him, and being this close to him—his handsome face, his scent and his obvious interest in me—was hitting all my buttons. I pulled in a deep breath, licked my lips and willed my heart not to race too much.

 “So where do you want me to take you?” he asked, his attention dropping to my mouth and his eyelids getting heavy. On a fast and sweaty one-way trip to Heaven.

About the Author:

Lily Harlem lives in the UK with a workaholic hunk and a crazy cat. With a desk overlooking farmland, she allows her imagination to run free and revels in being able to use the written word as an outlet for her creativity. Lily’s stories are made up of colorful characters traveling on everyone’s favorite journey—falling in love.

If the story isn’t romantic, sexy and exciting, it won’t be written, at least not by this author.

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