Thief of Hearts by E.D. Parr-A Striptease Outside His Window Is Only The Beginning #RomanceNovel #MM

I loved writing this story. Alex the fun, sexy hero thinks nothing of wandering around on tall buildings both in his day job and in his clandestine antics at night. 

Lovely Blake has the wrong idea about himself. The scar on his face is a heavy load for him to carry but hunky Alex sees the beauty before him and falls in love with Blake.

There are some red-hot love scenes but behind them is a love story to make you smile.

Alex isn’t who he first appears to be. Love changes him as much as it lifts Blake from his self-doubt.

I hope that you enjoy their story.

Blurb:

Thirty year old, lawyer, Blake Aster gazes from his high-rise office window wondering if this summer he’ll find love, but deep inside he doubts anyone will ever want him again. He can’t forget the scar he has running the length of his handsome face.

Hunky, daring, Alex Ryan is cleaning the building windows. Struck by the mythical beauty in the Blake’s looks, fun-loving Alex sets out to get Blake’s attention. Maybe a striptease outside Blake’s eighth floor window will do the trick.

M/M erotic romance—contains gay male anal sex, oral sex, partner masturbation in the love scenes

Excerpt

He checked his coffee. Cool enough to drink. Kathy made the hottest coffee ever. It escaped Blake how she did it. He picked up his favorite stoneware mug and wandered to stare out at the day through the enormous plate glass windows of his eighth-floor office.

He cradled the mug in both hands. A weak sun filtered through dove-gray clouds. Blake longed for summer. Spring was cool and rainy this year. It echoed his forlorn mood most of the time. Summer meant he walked to work and sauntered home in the light evening, stopping to eat at one of the cafés, bistros, or restaurants along the way. Summer meant he might meet a guy in one of those places, if he was lucky. Blake sighed and drank some coffee. It was about time he met a guy and yet he lacked the confidence that anyone would ever want him again. I don’t have the heart to go to bars anymore, and I might run into John.

Lost in reverie, and shielded by the noise reducing double-glazing of the building, he didn’t hear the approach of the suspended scaffold containing the window cleaner. The cradle appeared before him on the other side of the glass and a gorgeous guy stared right at Blake.

Blake’s heart pounded. He had no idea why, except that the young man’s eyes were the bluest he’d ever seen, and the smile that slowly spread over the window cleaner’s face contained undisguised appraisal.

Blake took a step back from the window. He’d moved too quickly and some coffee lurched out of his mug. He shifted sideways to avoid it splashing his pristine white shirt. With a murmur of annoyance, he glanced at the young man on the scaffold.

The blue eyes held mirth, twinkling at him from the deliciously handsome face. The smile became a moue, and the window cleaner gave Blake a hands-out shrug.

Blake read the whole gesture as sympathy, but far from it helping him, he felt like a fool doing a dance of surprise and desperation. He looked down at the dark wave shape on the carpet made by the coffee and sighed. Am I so lonely that the sight of a handsome man turns me into an idiot? Yeah…

In an effort to gain control, Blake dared to lift his gaze to the man outside. He’d expected water to smear the glass, but the guy hadn’t made any effort to clean the window so Blake had a clear view of the striptease the window cleaner engaged in. He lifted the t-shirt he wore at the hem and in a tantalizing move slid it up his torso.

Blake’s mouth watered at the sight of the smooth, muscular chest on display. The man’s jeans rode low and Blake followed the V of his slim hips into the frayed top with greedy eyes. Blake caught his breath at the bulge in the front of the blue pants as the man thrust his hips a little taking the t-shirt over his head before he dropped it beside him onto the cradle floor.

Blake stared in open appreciation of the broad shoulders and muscled arms before him. A sigh escaped him. This man gave him butterflies. Blake’s cock stirred as the guy leaned close to the glass and blew him a kiss. A smile spread over Blake’s face as happiness took him over. He didn’t even care if the guy was mocking him. He allowed himself to enjoy the show.

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Given Time by E.D. Parr-He Ignites His Passion #RomanceNovel #MM #Contemporary

Thank you for inviting me to your blog with new Evernight Publishing M/M erotic romance, Given Time.

I wrote this story intending to dedicate it to someone in the front of the book when the publisher asked if I had a dedication. In fact, I didn’t when given the chance, because it no longer seemed appropriate.

The inspiration for the story came last Christmas when I went to stay with friends in another county, but one that I know very well and have lived in. Just like Matt in the story I was shocked and deeply saddened when a much-loved celebrity suddenly died on Christmas Day. I’d followed this artist’s work for years and, because he was a musician, the lyrics and his songs had often lifted me from sadness.

Like many others I wandered off to the house the person lived and died in, which was just a couple of miles away in the next village. I sat in my car watching the parade of people placing tributes along the wall of the house.

The core of the inspiration came from seeing a lone man approach as fog descended on the long pathway. He was tall, slender, dressed stylishly from head to foot in black, and he carried a bunch of white lilies that he placed beside other flowers. His melancholy exuded from his elegant movements. The sight struck me and I couldn’t put it out of my mind as the circumstances surrounding the  death of this musician was reported in the news for weeks.

I know a little about the deceased’s life and know sadness surrounding his love-life was often woven into his songs. I wrote the story for him … for him to have a happy ending. If that sounds weird, then that’s okay … he gave me, and still does, such pleasure through his music.

The story isn’t about a musician. It’s about life and love. There are a number of scorching hot love scenes in the story, which I enjoyed writing for the two heroes, Matt and Angel, who after hoping for love, finally find it.

Thank you to the unknown, gorgeous man who laid lilies outside the big old house.

Blurb:

Music video maker, Angel Starc is about to board a plane to Paris when he receives some sudden sad news. It takes him hurrying back to his childhood home after two years away, estranged from his older brother, Rory.

Angel is amazed and filled with guilt when that night he meets the only man he’s found romantically attractive in a long time. How can it be right? He should only be filled with sorrow, but gorgeous, caring Matt Loewe wraps him in a blanket of comfort and love that heals Angel’s troubled soul.

Delectable, artist, Matt Loewe, follows his hunches and his heart. He’s been looking for love and Angel ignites an addictive passion in him.

As the two men fall deep in love they provide each other with the care needed to come to terms with their past anxieties.

(Romantic erotica with HEA, warning, contains anal M/M sex, frottage, gay partner oral sex, partner masturbation, and explicit gay male love scenes)


Adult Excerpt

He kissed Matt, gently, soaking up the feel of Matt’s skin against his nose. He thrust his hips so that his lower body crushed on Matt’s and the unmistakable shape of Matt’s cock, hard and bulging in his pants met Angel’s cock. A low groan escaped Angel and he deepened the kiss, clinging to Matt, as his legs weakened and his heart pounded.

Matt pushed his arms around Angel’s neck, and Angel’s hands fell away from the grip on his shoulders. Matt’s murmur penetrated Angel’s haze of pleasure. “I can’t even think straight, but I know I want you naked in my arms.” He rained kisses on Angel’s mouth.

Angel pushed his hands between their bodies. He traced Matt’s erection with his fingertips and then cupped it in his palm, pressing against the fabric of Matt’s pants.

Matt’s groan on Angel’s lips sent a shock of desire through his balls. Angel opened Matt’s pants in a rapid move and thrust them down his thighs. He dragged Matt’s boxers down and grabbed his cock. The rock-hard column filled his fist and extended inches over it. He sighed out the pleasure the feeling gave him, kissing Matt hungrily. Angel’s cock strained against his pants and his stomach clenched so tight it made him breathless.

“Take off your clothes.” Matt’s urgent whisper teased on Angel’s lips.

Angel hurried to comply. He slid his hand from Matt’s cock taking with it the pulse of pre-cum that leaked from the slit. He licked his finger gazing into Matt’s eyes.

Matt gasped as he watched. He dragged off his jacket and pulled his tie from around the collar of his shirt. Practically wrenching the buttons from his shirt, he yanked it down his arms.

Angel gazed at him, taking off his jacket and shirt as he savored the sight of Matt’s muscled torso, and the way Matt’s perfect cock bounced as he moved. Matt was already naked and Angel went to him. He grabbed his ass and pulled him close.

“Fucking hell, you are so hot, and it’s been so long for me I might come just looking at you.” He kissed Matt.

Matt’s response made his cock jerk. The passion in his kiss scorched down Angel’s stomach. He escaped Matt’s lips with a groan and pulled off his pants, levering off his boots as quickly as he could.

Matt ran his hands along Angel’s ass. Angel jerked upright and spun around.  Matt’s eyes darkened and he held out his arms.

Angel rammed his body on Matt’s and they crashed together, murmuring hoarse sounds. Matt’s cock rubbed on Angel’s and he rocked his hips so that the hard columns slid along each other. His chest felt tight as his lower body clenched with the need to come.

“I might fucking fall down if I don’t come soon.”  He whispered…

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A Mate For The Sheriff by April Zyon-Can A Witch Be A Shifter's Mate? He Knows She's His #RomanceNovel

Blurb

Jessica Morris has a secret that could get her killed. Hiding in plain sight, pretending to be normal, is all she’s ever known. And even though she’s been lucky so far, she knows that she can’t hide in Shifter Falls forever. Getting involved with the town sheriff is the last thing she needs, but lately it’s all she can think about.

Novak Porter has watched Jessica since the first day she came into town. He suspects that, like everyone else in Shifter Falls, she’s got a skeleton or two in her closet. She’s nervous around him, and for years he’s forced himself to give her time. But when a chance encounter throws them together for more than five minutes, Novak decides he’s tired of waiting. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep her around. Convincing her to work for him is easy, but getting her to believe in happily ever after might be a little more difficult.

Excerpt

Jessica turned to the voice in the darkness. The sexiest voice on the face of the planet. “Sheriff,” she said, her pulse increasing when she turned to look at him.

He looked as if he had been built of stone, and again she wondered just exactly what sort of shifter he was. No one seemed to know, or be willing to share, which was very strange in a town like Shifter Falls. Then again, she didn’t let anyone know what she was, either, so it could just be a privacy thing.

“I’m not sure what’s going on, but suddenly all the electronics inside the car went completely dead. The lights, dash, everything. I’m afraid it’s the alternator, since it has a brand-new battery.”

She might be a lot of things, but she wasn’t completely stupid.

“And I think that Jagger’s cub swiped my cell phone, again, so do you think you could maybe call a tow for me?”

She shook her head. “That little guy gets me every single time. I swear he’s taken more cell phones off of me than I can count. Phi is never able to find them, so there’s no telling what he does with them.”

She was snickering as she said that. She didn’t know why she was talking so much, but she was.

The sheriff was watching her intently and didn’t seem all that bothered by her random rambling. He merely pulled out his cell and put in a call for a truck.

“Mick will come get your car. He said to leave the keys on the passenger front tire since he might be a while. They had to pull a couple cars from a slough after some young twits decided that drag racing with their parents’ cars was a good plan. Come on, I’ll give you a ride home.”

She whistled. “Oh boy. I bet there are going to be some kids in serious trouble about right now. Thanks for the offer of the ride.”

She grabbed her purse, locked the car, and put the keys on the front passenger tire as she had been instructed.

“You’ll probably be going out of your way a bit. I live at twenty-nine Forest Acre Road.”

It was a dirt road surrounded by forest and she loved it. Nature called to her, and at least there she didn’t have to worry about nulling any abilities as she typically did when she was near other witches.

“No worries at all. It keeps me out of the station until the parents have finally wound down to a dull roar and the kids have had a few minutes for everything to sink in. Anyhow, I think that an hour’s worth of stewing before I arrive to come up with some interesting charges might help the situation. By then I’ll know if the lawyers have actually been called in or not and can figure out how to play this to keep the kids from doing something worse down the line.”

The sheriff held her door for her, then shut it when she settled into her seat. A minute later he was setting out reflective markers behind her car before sliding in behind the wheel to take her toward town and home.

“You are a good man. Too bad you can’t keep a secretary to save your gorgeous ass.”

She felt her face turn red from heat when she realized she’d blurted that out. “Crap, ignore me. I don’t know what I’m saying.”

She cringed, but then shrugged. Since it was too late to take her candid observation back, she pressed on.

“Well, from what I understand, you have gone through thirteen of them inside of three months. That’s outstanding right there.”

He leveled a look on her she couldn’t read. She was only thankful he seemed to ignore her initial comment and it allowed her cheeks to cool.

“I have a specific way I expect things to be done. And, I admit, my temper can get the best of me. Everything we do can be called into question inside a courtroom. If even one I isn’t dotted right, or a T was missed being crossed, that is potentially a dangerous offender being allowed out on the street due to clerical error. Unacceptable in my book so, yes, I have some impossibly high standards I expect to be carried out by every man and woman in the department.”

“No, not impossibly high standards. They are perfectly reasonable. The way that everyone made it sound you were seriously a neat freak nut job, but what you’re saying doesn’t sound like that at all.”

She understood the importance of perfect record keeping, of ensuring that everything was where it should be at all times.

“When the council took me on as their secretary, I had to redo a hell of a lot of stuff because the person before me couldn’t seem to understand that paperwork is filed by number then letter. Idiots.”

She smirked and looked over at him.

“I guess I have high standards as well. Then again since I’m a witch without abilities, I have to be able to contribute somehow, right? Especially with my mother’s coven proclaiming me to be nothing but a human.”

That’s what all of Shifter Falls thought of her, and she was happy to keep it that way. When she’d first started out on her own, she’d wondered if it wouldn’t have been smarter, and safer, to try to hide even the fact that she’d been born into a witch family. Ultimately she’d decided that it was better to stick as close to the truth as possible. So she never tried to hide the fact that she had been born to witch parents. It was unlikely that she would ever run into anyone from her old coven, but on the off chance that she did, she didn’t want to arouse suspicion by being caught in a lie. Besides, being known as a witch without powers—therefore, more or less, human—kept her just as safe as if she’d tried to pass herself off as a normal human.

“I’m glad you understand. Few do,” he muttered. “I think the council foisted their rejects my way for some form of payback. They all loved the idea when the mayor had me run for office and I won by a landslide, but the minute I arrested the first council member and wouldn’t take a bribe, they started to wonder. Told them the same thing I told the mayor when he hired me—I was going to run things my way, and if they found someone that could run against me and get elected that would be the only way they’d get me out of that seat. They haven’t had any luck yet.”

Jess knew it was because the sheriff was respected by every citizen in the Falls as well as the other two cities that made up their exceptionally small county. While not everyone agreed with his methods and strict by-the-book ways, they liked how he’d cleaned up and kept the area protected from a drug problem several years back when he’d first taken the position.

“You cleaned up the area. No one would run against you. You’re too good at your job, so it is what it is.”

She shrugged. “You are strict and you can be an ass from what I’ve been told, but then again there are a lot of falsehoods that fly through Shifter Falls, aren’t there?” she asked with a smile.

“True enough. The trick is determining what’s truth and what’s lie in everything that goes around town. It’s amazing what one can discover the moment they find that tiny thread and give it a tug. After all, there’s not a soul in this town that is exactly who they appear to be on the surface once you dig down a little further.”

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Shifters-Match.com, 1

Ophelia Lambros thought her life was in order, until she lost her fiance and job all in one day.
She couldn’t return the honeymoon trip she’d been given so she takes the opportunity to find herself on the slopes of Wyoming on the back of a snowmobile.

Jagger Morris was perfectly happy running his repair shop in Shifter Falls, his home for years. As the Kodiak Bear Alpha, he has a lot on his plate. When a new pack asks to join them, Jagger’s hackles rise, but he doesn’t know why.

When he meets his fated mate, Ophelia, she shares a piece of herself that confirms his suspicious nature was spot on. As a seer, she can see death coming their way. Can she make her new mate and his friends understand the risk before time runs out?

Book 1 – A Christmas Home – http://www.evernightpublishing.com/a-christmas-home-by-april-zyon/



Shifters-Match.com, 2

An ancient evil has come back to Shifter Falls…

Living in a town called Shifter Falls isn’t always easy. Alaska Ceridwen has lusted after Harley Ogden for years, even though she learned the hard way that you can’t trust bears. But when Alaska becomes the target of a dangerous stalker, Harley may be the only one who can save her.

Harley thought that rescuing a terrified, bound woman on the street would be the most excitement he’d see all day. Then he found out she was his mate. Now he’s fighting to hold on to what’s his. He knows that keeping Alaska safe and teaching her to let go of her fears won’t be easy, but for Harley, nothing less than forever will do.

Book 2 – The Kodiak’s Mate – http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-kodiaks-mate-by-april-zyon/ 



Shifters-Match.com, 3

Quinn Ash is as human as they come. She came to Shifter Falls to hide from the danger. Too bad trouble always has a way of finding her.

Piran Raske works with wood. It makes his Jaguar happy, plus he makes a great living doing it. But he’s lonely and needs more to keep him and his cat satisfied.

Quinn comes into Piran’s life with her shockingly dark secret, and he knows he must protect her. As much as he doesn’t want to, Piran asks his friends for help to keep his mate safe. But is it too late to save the love of his life?

Be Warned: light BDSM

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Guarding His Anchor by Kacey Hammell-He Can't Risk Settling Down But For Her He'll Risk His Life #RomanceNovel

Canadian Muscle …
When Desires Need Protecting.

Blurb...

Charlotte Weber is no stranger to heartbreak. FBI agent Frank Shaw has swept in and out of her life as though she’s a revolving door, stomping on her heart in the process. Now that she’s finally had enough, he’s back again and seems determined to spin her life out of control.

Frank knows Charlie is the anchor for his lost soul, even though he can’t risk settling down. The demons of his past are too great, and he won’t run the risk of hurting her. This time, his only objective should be locating Charlie’s brother, Sean. But Charlie’s a complication, and not just because she refuses to believe Sean is guilty.

As Frank and Charlie fight for what they believe in, they also try to resist their powerful connection. The future is unclear, but when danger surrounds them, they are each other’s only anchor.

Warning: Includes biting (Odaxelagnia) during sex

Excerpt © Kacey Hammell, 2017

Charlie closed her eyes and leaned against the door. Tonight had resolved nothing. She’d tried to let Neal down easy, but everything she’d said had gone over his fucking head. Confusion rioted in her skull, throbbing non-stop.

A shift of movement caught her attention, startling her. She opened her eyes and lifted her head, standing tall, on the defense.

Oh, for crying out loud!

All she needed tonight was Frank Shaw in her house, staring at her with anger spitting fire from his eyeballs.

But there he was, eyeing her open collar and cleavage, fists bunched at his sides. Frustration, sexual and otherwise thanks to him showing up when she least expected, curled around her like molten lava spilling from a volcano.

If he wanted a fight, he’d come to the right place.

“What the hell are you doing sneaking into my house?” she demanded, stomping toward him.

“Calm down. Vikki called, asked me to hang some fucking curtains. She said you were at the bar.”

“Can’t you think up a better excuse than that?”

His eyes roamed over her from head to toe. Damn that spark in his eyes when he gazed at her like that. Anger turned to potent hunger in seconds flat, watching her as if she were the prey and he the hunter … She swallowed hard.

“If I’d known you were home and … busy, I wouldn’t have bothered. Vikki said the back door was open.”

“I’ll talk to her about that.” Charlie sighed, then walked into the kitchen. “Her room is across the hall, last door on the right.”

Undeterred, he followed her. “Hot date, huh?”

“None of your business.” He was the very last person in the world she wanted to discuss Neal with.

He leaned on the island in the center of the room. “I guess Vikki wasn’t even aware you had a date tonight.”

No doubt Vikki didn’t cared anyway. She was Team Charlie and Frank, and Charlie wouldn’t be surprised if her pal had planned the whole thing. Hang curtains, indeed. At this time of night? Without running it past the owner, her roommate? Charlie suspected Vikki was up to no good.

“Doesn’t matter.” Charlie put the last of the wine in the fridge, grabbed a cloth, and cleaned the counters. “You can do it tomorrow when I’m at work. Good-night.” Focused on one spot, she scrubbed hard, hoping he’d take the suggestion.

“You look beautiful.” His soft comment skimmed along her ear as he moved in behind her.

“Frank, don’t. I just had another guy here, for heaven’s sake.”

“Doesn’t matter. It sure didn’t end the way he thought. I know when you’ve been fucked good and satisfied and when you’re not.”

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“…fast paced suspenseful romance to enjoy, if you like a high heat level! There is a beautiful chemistry between Charlotte and Frank! They can't live together, however, they cannot stay away either! Their relationship is complicated! Frank is a complex character, and because he suffered a terrible childhood, he is still fighting his demons…Guarding His Anchor is very well written with an amazing plot and story line! I recommend this book to anyone who enjoys an erotic read! ~Nicole, Amazon 

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Mom of three, Kacey lives her own happily ever after with her perfect hero in Ontario, Canada.


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His Plaything by Mackenzie Williams-He Can't Get Enough of Her #RomanceNovel #MF #Erotic

Blurb:


It has been a couple of weeks since Connor Slade offered Morgan White a more permanent job with Slade, Inc. Morgan and her boss are getting closer and closer, except for one aspect of their lives. Morgan rarely gets to see Connor outside of the office setting. She is concerned that maybe their relationship will never strengthen beyond her merely being his office plaything.

Her insecurities only get worse when Mr. Slade hires a temporary secretary for an upcoming business venture. Did Mr. Slade hire her just for the extra help or is there more to it? Has he grown tired of only having Morgan to "play" with? Can Morgan ever be enough for Mr. Slade?


Adult Excerpt:

Morgan hesitated for a few seconds, just watching her boss. He looked fucking sexy as hell. His chest was a rosy-pink color from exercising. His hair was slightly messy, which was inviting. Mr. Slade then looked up at her, putting his hands on his hips.

"Why are you making me wait longer? Ms. White, are you trying to rile me up?" This time, his eyes softened just bit.

"No, sorry." His schedule floated through her mind, and she knew that he had a fifteen-minute window here. That was one benefit to being his secretary.

Morgan stepped forward, and Mr. Slade just barely turned to give her more room to walk. Again, it seemed he was purposely making this hard for her.Connor. Her breasts brushed past his chest as she reached the shower door. When she turned toward it, her ass then brushed against his thigh. His skin felt as if it was on fire.

She stepped into the shower. The water was warm but not too hot as it ran down her body. A small sigh came off her lips as he stepped in. Fortunately, this shower was a little bigger than one would expect in a private office. He's had other girls in here. That sordid thought wormed its way through her head.

Mr. Slade brought her attention back on him as he faced her, grabbing her hips. "So, Morgan. Let's see how I want to play this. Should I punish you first for making me wait and hiding from me—"

"I wasn't hiding." As soon as she interrupted him, she regretted it.

Mr. Slade's eyes flashed with something close to irritated amusement. "Thank you for making my decision easy."

Before Morgan could try to dig herself out of the hole she had created, Mr. Slade spun her around. She gasped in surprise as he quickly pressed her back down. Her face was almost touching the shower wall as he pulled her hips back closer to him.

He turned to the side so the water was spraying straight onto her ass. His hands were soon rubbing over her body. Morgan lifted her hands to the shower wall to steady herself as her eyes fluttered shut. She didn't entirely know why she craved his punishments but she did. Was it just to please him or was it for herself?

Sometimes the world seemed plastic. These moments were anything but.

Mr. Slade rubbed his hands down her back, over her ass, and lightly grazed her pussy lips. Morgan held her breath until he changed tactics. He smacked her wet ass harshly, and a moan flew from her. He smacked her again, and the sound of wet skin on skin echoed around her.

He growled as he smacked her ass again. This time was much harder, and Morgan's eyes flew open as she said his name.

"Not good enough. I want to hear my name much louder than that."

Morgan turned her head toward him and was trapped by his stare. He was looking at her like she was his prized possession. In that moment, she felt like it. He looked away from her, grabbing something. Morgan didn't know what until her ass felt it.

Mr. Slade grunted as a hard wooden stick spanked her wet skin. Morgan yelped loudly and twisted her body, trying to get a look at the object. Mr. Slade raised it up, and she saw that it was a back scrubber. He was holding onto the brush part. She was very thankful that the shower wall didn't give him too much swinging room. She closed her eyes as the handle came down on her ass.

"Mr. Slade!"

"There you go." He rubbed his hand over her stinging ass cheeks. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"


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Hacked by April Zyon- She Never Thought She'd Liked Being #Dominated- #Contemporary #Erotic #Romance #MF #Paranormal #New

Blurb

Holly Smith has always had a certain affinity with computers. By day, she strengthens Internet security for corporations. By night, she’s a hacker. When she hits upon what she believes to be an author’s unpublished manuscript, she finds herself reading about a world where warriors of old wage war against a dark force bent on consuming everything it touches. Then she finds out it’s all true.

Demaratus of Corinth has seen a lot during his lifetime. And while many things prove useful, he finds technology to be a greater hindrance than a help. Sent to find the hacker who managed to penetrate their base’s security, he is stunned to realize who she is to him. As the darkness closes in on them, Demaratus and Holly will have to battle to survive not only the coming fight but the war that is gaining momentum.

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Excerpt:

“Where are we going? Why did we just leave? I wasn’t done with my meal.” Okay, so she had finished everything except for her drink, but still.

“You only left your water, and you can have more where we’re going.” He stared at her as they reached the elevators, lowering her to her feet. “We left because some things the other guardians don’t need to know about you, ever. Like your viewing pleasures and what occurs during that time.” Ushering her into the car, he hit a button, then backed her into a corner, dipping his head to brush a kiss to her temple.

She leaned up on her toes and bit her lower lip. “You asked, and I told you. Is that really such a bad thing? There’s one thing you should know about me…” She rubbed her cheek to his. “I will never lie to you, and I will always be very blunt. I promise you that.”

“I approve of the fact you will never lie to me, as I would never lie to you. I may not always be able to tell you everything in the moment, but I will never lie about it. You do need to remember, though, that not everyone needs to be aware of every thought you have. Some things should be kept between only us,” Demaratus said huskily. He turned his head enough so that she could feel his warm breath against her lips.

“I will try. I really will. I want to be able to have parts of you all to myself,” she confessed. “I really like this—you cornering me and being so close to me. I like being surrounded by you. Is that normal?”

“No idea,” he said. “But from what I’ve observed, I’m going to say that yes, it is normal. It’s another form of contact.” Demaratus shifted a little, and she felt his mouth brush the corner of hers. Right when she thought he might kiss her, the elevator gave its soft, very discreet ding to indicate they’d arrived.

“Darn, sure that you can’t close the elevator door so I can get that kiss, please?” She lifted a leg and rubbed it to his. She couldn’t help herself. She enjoyed touching him and wanted his kiss, desperately.

Shaking his head, he cupped her ass and lifted. Automatically, she wound her legs around his waist and looped her arms around his neck so she didn’t fall. Demaratus strode out of the elevator and up the hallway.

Holly leaned in and brushed her lips to the side of his neck. “I could become accustomed to you carrying me around, just so you know.” She nipped his ear lightly with her teeth.

She felt his snort against her skin. “You weigh nothing at all.”

Holly nibbled along his shoulder and nipped him again. “I love this. Love tasting your skin. Just met you, and yet I have a deep need for you. I don’t understand it, but I’m going with it because it feels right.”

“We still have things to discuss before we get to explore all those feelings. There can be no misunderstandings as we go forward,” he said quietly. Stopping, he keyed in his code, then stepped inside his suite. Easing the door shut, he leaned back against it and looked down at her. “And you were the one that suggested we talk before we did anything else, if you recall.”

“Crap, me and my big, stupid mouth.” She nodded. Taking a deep breath, she leaned back in and squeezed him. “Okay, you should let me down so that we can both have a seat, and we can see what it is that we need to talk about. I’m sure there is something I’m missing.”

“If you believe that, then we should try and discover what it is.” He let her down onto her feet. With a hand at her back, he walked with her to the large sofa and settled in next to her when she sat. “So, what is it that you believe you’re missing?”

“How do our lives tie together? You said we get bonded together so we can be with each other for the rest of forever, so what do we do next? And what is it that you wanted to tell me? What do you need to make sure that I know before we come together?”

“When we have sex the first time, the medallion will activate. You’ll feel anything from a hum to a small amount of pressure. There is warmth, of course, because the closer we are, and the more skin-to-skin contact we have, the hotter the medallion gets. It won’t burn, or hurt either of us, but I know of one of the pairings who mentioned it was a little scary, so I figure it’s a good piece of information to have. It’s at the point of climax for us both that the connection is forged. That’s all it really takes. As long as we’re both open-minded and accepting, the bond will tie us together. Over time, it will strengthen and become like a titanium rope between us. Forever unbreakable.”

“That’s not bad, though. None of it is. I actually happen to like the fact that I will finally belong.” Damn it! She hadn’t meant to admit that out loud. She sighed and explained. “I was left off at a children’s home because my parents didn’t want me. I’ve never really fit in anywhere, except on the Web. Now, you’re giving me a chance to fit into your life. Do you have any idea how much that means to me?”

He lifted her into his lap and held her snugly. “You will always be a part of something here, Holly. Even if you don’t want the bond, you would have a place with the guardians. We are all different, some more so than others, but we are one huge family. Which is why what Helen did to us hit us so hard. To have someone we considered family purposefully set out to arrange for a member to be harmed is a blow none of us will ever fully recover from.”

“I can understand that. I really can. The damage that she did, I hate it.” Holly sighed. “And if I want the bond? What happens then?” She wanted it. She wanted someone who was hers, all hers, and only hers.

“Then you would be mine, in all ways.” Demaratus slid a hand up her arm until he could wrap it loosely around her throat, with his palm pressed to her pulse point. “There are a few more details we should go over.” His tone warned her that whatever he was referring to was serious.

“I’m listening,” she told him quietly. “Talk to me.” She stroked her hands over Demaratus’s chest. She wanted to know everything that he had to tell her, needed to have all of the facts, but knew that no matter what, she still would want him.

His thumb was moving up and down the column of skin. “In the bedroom, I’m a Dominant. Completely, fully, and always. While I may bend from time to time to allow my chosen partner the opportunity to play, even then I’m in full control of the situation. There are rules to such interactions, ones that both parties must agree to and abide by at all times. I happen to like my sex a little more on the kinky side, the taboo, if you will, in the eyes of this stuck-up, prissy-assed society. Are you still interested in bonding with me?”

“Yes,” she breathed, panting. “I trust you. I want to know what it would mean to be dominated by you. To know what your version of kinky is. I want to learn absolutely everything there is to learn with you. I want this. I want you.”

Slipping his hand around to the nape of her neck, he pulled her in closer to his hard body for a kiss. Not just any kiss, either. It was one that he had full control of from the moment their mouths made contact.

Holly melted into it. She let him guide her and reveled in his firm hold. She had never thought she would want to be dominated, but she found she needed it. When they parted, she licked her lips and stared at him. “More?” she whispered.

He bit her lower lip hard enough to make her flinch. The slow, hot slide of his tongue over the sting both soothed her and made her melt into him even more.

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About The Author

Having been a lover of the written word all her life April has always wanted to expand her horizons and write something that could be shared with the world. Only one thing held April back, the fact that the letters and numbers mixed and jumbled more often than not. Diagnosed with Dyslexia when she was eight years old April had to work her butt off just to be able to keep up with the other kids in reading and writing, so her love for fictional writing was tossed to the wayside for the moment.

Time marched on, as it always does, and she forgot her childhood dream of becoming an author and instead focused on what she had to – creating a career for herself.

As the endless waves of time passed the shores became less rocky and more sandy, a place where she could find an even foot. That and Microsoft invented Word. Hallelujah.

This is where April began her journey into the written world, the world that her imagination had been ceaselessly creating for her entire adult life.

Now she has been given a chance to let her literary wings unfold and fly, thanks to the amazing publishers with Evernight Publishing and Secret Cravings Publishing.

Now its time to let the dream take flight and watch it soar!

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Thank you Clare  for having me on your blog! I appreciate you for allowing me to share my book with your readers. 

As you well know I'm doing a giveaway as well. 

As part of the release for Hacked I'm giving away the following: 

First Place: $50 USD Gift Certificate* + 1 Free eCopy of HACKED
2nd Place: $25 USD Gift Certificate*
3rd Place: $10 USD Gift Certificate*

* Winner has choice between Amazon, All Romance eBooks, Barnes & Noble, iTunes, Bookstrand, Evernight or Smashwords

So, the word that you would need to email to me at april.zyon@gmail.com from this blog is: 

"Dominant"

Tiger's Mate by April Zyon. A Story from the Bad Alpha Anthology

Blurb: 

Streak politics, and differences in opinions forced Kurt Owens to choose his own path. While it may be outside of the law in many regards he sees it as ensuring justice for the true victims of crimes when the system fails them. It’s his way of seeing the guilty pay, and keeping his own inner beast in check with the violence, and blood it craves.

Everyone thinks having a super power would be great. Alexa Harold would beg to differ. She’s been cursed to see ghosts, the dead not yet having gone to their final resting place, or judgment, or wherever they belong. They track her down, and harass her until she’s ready to go mad. Learning early in life what she needs to avoid has been the only saving grace in keeping her sanity intact.

Then she sees a man who couldn’t possibly be real. It was just her luck that such a prime specimen would in fact be deceased. Only he isn’t, and he’s taking notice of her. With a little temptation, some mystery, and a taunt he leaves her wanting more. Kurt never thought he’d find his mate outside of the streak, or streak functions.

While those of a supernatural inclination aren’t exactly rare, they have had to be careful and keep their population down. Alexa is the woman for him the only one he could ever want or need. And when her life is put in danger by his own past Kurt won’t stop until everyone understands to get to this tiger’s mate, they’ll have to get through him.

 

Excerpt:


Wrapping his hand around the fresh longneck the bartender slid his way, Kurt lifted it to his lips to take a long drink. His contact was late. Never a good sign when the guy who did all his go-between work wasn’t on time. Especially when it was payday. Kurt would give the man another half hour before hunting his ass down. Any longer than that and the ditzy blonde at the other end of the bar might garner up some courage to come talk to him. Her friends had been daring her to since they’d caught sight of him.

So far she’d resisted their urging despite the number of hungry looks she’d sent his way. While he had zero problems hooking up with some random, preferably nameless, chick in a bar, that one looked like serious trouble. He could have given anyone a multitude of reasons why. Namely he knew she was trouble by the two thousand dollar shoes, one and a half thou handbag, and he didn’t even want to tally up her outfit.

Kurt wasn’t a connoisseur of fashion, not even close, but he’d been around enough to start to recognize the brand names. He had to be observant in what he did, as otherwise he’d end up dead. He took another long pull from the bottle, camouflaging his perusal of  the group so that they wouldn’t  perceive it as interest. The blonde was downing shots. 

Freaking fan-fucking-tastic.

If she put enough down, she’d likely get up the courage to actually wobble over in her overpriced stilettos. Not what he wanted tonight. He was here to get paid for the job he’d completed, and then he was going to find a place where no one knew him to crash for many hours of peaceful slumber. Tensing, he felt someone getting close he let out a breath.

Only the waitress.

He’d chosen the end of the bar with the wall to his back so he could see the entire place, and so no one could get too close without him knowing. While it sucked if he had to bail, it was tactically the wisest location in case trouble came calling. And blonde bimbo was making her move.

Son of a fucking bitch. 

She tottered across the bar, closing the distance between them as he waved the bartender over for another cold one.

Relief crashed through him as his contact slid onto the empty seat at Kurt’s side.

 “Sorry, man, fucking accident six blocks over fucked me right up. I’m late. I sincerely apologize. Didn’t know it was there until I was in the thick of the shit. It’s truly amazing how perfectly decent human beings turn into the Grim fucking Reaper when there’s a DOA at a crash. Couldn’t get a single one of them to move enough to let me through. Fuckers all looked at me like I was the douchebag.”

Lenny signaled the bartender when he’d finished his spiel. Kurt gave the man a few moments to take a drink before he acknowledged him.

“No worries,” he said quietly.

He didn’t bother mentioning he’d been mere minutes from heading out to hunt his scrawny ass down. No reason to upset the little guy unduly. Besides, Lenny knew what Kurt would do to him if the man didn’t show up for a meet.

“I tucked it into the usual spot,” Lenny said. Which meant Kurt’s payment was secured in Kurt’s truck in the lockbox in the back.

“I may have another gig for you. I’ll need to do some background, and check a few of the less clear details, but I should know something in a couple of days.”

Kurt gave a slow nod. The blonde was back at the table of idiotic sorority types downing more shots.

“Shoot me a text for a meet when you feel confident about it.”

While Lenny might give the impression of being the unreliable sort, Kurt did trust him. To a degree. The man brokered all the deals, kept Kurt out of it all, and ensured Kurt got paid for what he did. Doing what he did, it wasn’t like Kurt could set up a web page and advertise. That was just begging for a one way ticket to a ten by eight cell for life, if not the chair. Tipping his beer up he did another visual sweep of the place. Movement from the end of the bar near the girls caught his attention.

Son of a … bikers, why the hell is it always bikers?

Most were good guys even if they did shit that had the law on their asses most of the time. Then there were the wannabes who acted tough, blew smoke, and basically started shit. The guys making lewd gestures to one another about the sorority sisters were very definitely in the second category. Big, scary looking, and assholes. They’d also been drinking so it was a situation ripe, and ready to explode. Setting his beer down Kurt turned slightly.

“You may want to finish that up, and clear out. There’s about to be trouble in here.”

 Kurt was itching for a fight. His last job had gone smoothly, too smoothly for him. He was a hands-on sort that liked to get good and bloody. The biker assholes might finally give him a way to let off a bit of steam. And if he happened to break a few of their bones or faces, all the better in his mind. While Kurt’s conscience didn’t pipe up all that often, there was no way he’d risk the guy that was his go-to man.

 “Uh, shit, right.” Lenny chugged the last of his beer quickly. He reached to his pocket. “I got it, go.”

Kurt pulled off a couple of bills to pay for his beers and Lenny’s. The man took a cut off every job Kurt completed, which was all of them because he was that fucking good, but Kurt still paid for his drinks at every meet.

 “One of these days I will pay for a drink, you know.”

 “You can try, but we both know who has the better and faster moves. Now go. You’re no use to me in a hospital.” “The love and concern for my wellbeing I feel pouring off you warms my heart.”

Hearing the sarcasm Kurt turned his eyes on the other man, and growled. Not some pissy ass sound a human could make, but a sound only a born predator could pull from the bowels of his gut.



   

Tiger's Mate is part of the Bad Alpha anthology published with Evernight Publishing. I am honored to be part of this anthology with these other amazing authors. Simply fabulous men and women.

J.R. Gray

Khloe Wren

Moira Callahan

April Zyon (me!)

Elyzabeth M. Valey

Lynn Burke

Jocelyn Dex

Ashlynn Monroe

Harper Shaddock

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Mine to Love by Lea Bronsen. The Newest Book in the Hot Model Mine Series.

Book two of the Hot Model Mine trilogy is finally here! Did you wonder what happened to erotic romance author Andrea and her irresistible cover model, Yushka, after the conference in Cannes?

In book one, The Perfect Shoot, things were complicated for the couple. He was much younger than her—practically the same age as her twins—and she'd spent half her life without a man. After much reflection, she ended up giving into her desire and taking Mr. Hot Model for lover. But what then after they traveled back to their separate lives?

Wait no more: They're here to tell the continuation of their sizzling love story :)

 

BLURB:

The writing conference in sunny Cannes was fantastical, a dream. Back at home, reality catches up with author Andrea Johnson and the sexy cover model of her book, Yushka. With tough working schedules, challenging family relations, and seductive temptation from all sides, the couple’s explosive romance is put to the test. Will their love be strong enough to have a future?  

BOOK TRAILER:

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EXCERPT:

While Yushka gets his duffel bag in the back seat, I lean against the side of the Corolla and stretch my arms on top of its roof. “You got everything?”

 “Yeah.” He lifts the bag over his shoulder and tilts his head in direction of the front door. “We good to go?” 

My pulse beats a little faster at the thought of him dropping that bag on my bedroom floor and lifting me in his arms instead. I’m so excited to be with him, I simmer inside, aching to touch and hold him. I want to have all of him at once, right now. A spark of amusement plays in his gorgeous Asian eyes as he waits for me to make a move.

“What’s on your mind, Princess?”

 Holding his gaze, I smile, my fingers tapping a beat on the car hood to buy some time because I don’t know what to reply. I have a feeling whatever might come out of my mouth now, like I can’t wait to rip those clothes off you or I’m going to make you scream, will sound too cheesy. Why do we need to put our attraction into words, anyway? Once we’re home, there’ll be no reason to talk that much. We’ll do the talking with our more-than-capable hands and … um … mouths. I tap a quick rap before stepping back from the car.

“Come on.”

 “Okay.”

 Widening his smile, he follows me to the front entrance. I unlock and push the wood door open.

“I hope your bag’s not too heavy. The elevator doesn’t work.”

“When are they gonna fix it?”

 “Huh, good question.” I step forward, but when in the doorway, I spin to hold the door open for him. “I have no idea.”

“No?” With a raised brow, he passes me. Just then, I move toward him, chest-to-chest, blocking him and his thick bag between myself and the doorframe.

“Oh!”  He laughs.

 As the door pushes into my back, squeezing me tighter against him, I put my hands on his waist. First above his clothes––the thick leather jacket and his shirt––then sneaking underneath both of them, my fingers splaying on his warm skin and stroking him. Completely stuck, he tilts his head and stares into my eyes, his own sparkling with playfulness.

“What are you up to?”

“You have a problem?”

I move my hands out from beneath his shirt and go downward to palm his tight ass cheeks, pulling his crotch to me. My lower stomach and increasingly heating inner thighs seek to meet his. I want to be so near him he’ll feel my lust, and I want his lust to grow, too. I need us to join and be a match, a melting pot of desire, irresistible and untamable.

“I have to bribe you?” he asks, voice lower, and leans down to kiss me.

How did he guess? At the warm touch of his parted lips, delight rushes through me as if I’d had a shot of alcohol. He retreats his face a few inches, enough to have a view of what he just kissed.

“This good enough for you?” His voice comes out husky, a bit short of breath. With his free hand, he strokes and kneads my butt.

 “One more,” I mouth with the next exhale of air. Though the door bores painfully into my back, I don’t want to move, loving the feel of being so close to Yushka, so intimate. It’s amazing how instantaneous and intense our connection is. Just wait till we get our clothes off.

Again, his warm lips land on mine, and we kiss greedily, nose-to-nose, wet tongues playing with each other. My inner pussy muscles clench, remembering too well what it’s like to have his cock inside. I breathe faster. A growing hardness in his crotch presses against me, provoking more tightening.

Oh, God. Hot wetness glides down my pussy, wetting my panties. So ready, so soon… I mew into his mouth, and he rewards me with a guttural response, our mouths practically eating each other. But this isn’t the right place.

We need to move and play this torturous game and its grand finale somewhere else. Releasing his lips, I gasp from our separation, but still manage to pull away.

“Fuck, you’re hot.” He inhales deeply and looks up, feverish eyes widening and trying to refocus.

 As I step backward, forcing the door to open again, cold evening air sneaks between our heated bodies.

“Let’s go,” I say with a croak, my chest heaving. He gives a small nod and steps inside the low-lit lobby.  

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WHERE TO FIND MINE TO LOVE:

Evernight | Amazon.com | Amazon.uk | All Romance eBooks | Bookstrand | Smashwords | iTunes Add the book to your Goodreads list, and check out my inspiration on Pinterest! Would you like to read the first book, The Perfect Shoot? You can find it here.  

AUTHOR BIO: 

I like my reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strive to give my own stories the same intensity. 

After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with my debut novel Wild Hearted, I divide my writing time between psychological thriller, suspense romance, and erotic contemporary romance.

I love to hear from my readers! Write to leabronsen@yahoo.com or meet me on: 

  Website | Lea's Crazy Nights Blog | Facebook profile | Facebook page | Twitter | Amazon

Stirring Up Dirty by Kacey Hammell

Shaken and Stirred with a splash of dirty.

Blurb:

Candy Wilson arrives in St. Albert with one mission—to sign the next young, hot model to her modeling agency. She has no time for distractions and isn’t prepared for bartender Eric McKenna—the brother of her young client-to-be, Melissa. Eric challenges her on all counts, irritates her daily, and heats her body to boiling temperatures with just one touch. He’s hard to ignore and impossible to resist.

Eric McKenna will be damned if his baby sister signs any contracts with Candy Wilson. No way in hell will he allow anyone to whisk Melissa off to a foreign country and lead her on a path that’s not right for her. And yet Candy pushes him further than he’s ever been before and drives him crazy. Eric can’t control his need for her or the desire to engage with her … on so many levels.

Excerpt

Eric’s breath rushed from his lungs as Candy propelled off the sofa and straddled him in one svelte move.
He couldn’t resist the need coursing through him. Seeing her in his home today, a light blue sundress flowing seductively over her body whenever she’d moved, he was helpless to fight it.

Sliding his palms over her back, he groaned when her moist center came in contact with his hard-on. He ached. His buddy wanted escape from his pants. Needed to find the sweet heat that would make him happiest.

Her mouth latched on to his as she quickly undid his pants and lowered the zipper, freeing him. She nibbled his bottom lip with her teeth, then sucked it between her lips before her tongue plundered.

He’d never known anyone like her. Cool and collected one moment, and hotter than a crisp day in August the next. Their tongues played, tasting one another. He drifted his hands over her back, drawing her in closer, his dick rigid against her center heat.

Coming up for air, she shoved her fingers through his hair and grinned at him. Her eyes shone bright with desire and exhilaration. Her cheeks red, her breathing deep, she already had that sexy messed up look like she’d been ridden hard and completely satisfied.

And he’d make sure she left here today feeling both.

Clasping her hips, he shoved her down harder on his lap, her already wet cunt gliding along his shaft.  Her heat nearly scalding him, he laid his head back against the couch, watching her as she closed her eyes and gave herself over to pleasure.

Their heavy breathing filled the living room as he rolled her hips back and forth. Christ, she was spectacular. Her long hair swiped over her shoulder, mouth agape, cheeks flushed… She was primed and ready. All he’d need to do was shift her panties to the side and sink deep inside. He groaned.

Her eyelids lifted, the desire in her gaze nearly stealing his breath.

“You feel so good against me, babe,” he mumbled, prompting her hips to move faster.

She held on to his shoulders, her fingers digging in. “Eric,” she moaned, breathless.

His heart rate picked up, and he absorbed the joy of his name on her lips. He wanted to hear more of that. Every day. As much as possible.

What the hell are you thinking? There was no turning back. Not right now. Not when she was sliding against him, her pussy hot, and driving him to near insanity. How he was to keep a coherent thought in his head, he had no idea.

But one zipped through his mind, nearly stopping his heart.

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