I Want – an excerpt

I Want

#fantasy #erotic romance #bisexual #menage

I Want_smAntoinette Travis knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to do exactly what was necessary to make it to the top. Outside of sleeping her way there. And she was certain her rival got the promotion that should have been hers by doing exactly that. Angry at losing the job that would have given her what she wanted, she stalks out of the office and heads for the closest bar, where a deliciously mesmerizing, exotic bartender asks her the one question to which she thinks she knows the answer.

Swept away to a tropical island, sans clothes and stripped of all civilized veneer, she’s offered the opportunity to redefine not only what she wants, but what she truly needs.

 

EXCERPT

Antoinette paced the length of her office like a caged tigress, the interoffice memo crumpled into a small ball cutting into the flesh of her locked fist. She had been passed over yet again for the promotion. Endless nights of work on this last project should have garnered her the recognition she rightly deserved. Dedicating herself to its success, working night and day to see it through to completion before the deadline had all been for nothing. That bitch, Camille, had made the cut and not her.

She’d wanted that promotion—deserved it.

“Antoinette, staff meeting in twenty minutes.”

She whipped around to confront the quivering woman hovering in the open doorway, pinning her in her sights like a doe with no hope of escape. Maggie had been her assistant for the last six months and now stood there wringing her hands together, a worried frown on her face.

Pitiful. How did the woman manage to survive this long in the piranha-infested waters of the business world without being eaten alive?

 Antoinette didn’t have much luck keeping assistants for any length of time—Maggie had lasted the longest.

“I’ll be there shortly,” she bit out, spearing her assistant with a hard, icy look that brooked no argument.

She saw Maggie gulp and watched with disdain as she quickly backed out of the office, closing the door softly behind her.

She spun away and continued her prowl of the confining perimeters of her office, arms folded tightly across her breasts, locking in her emotions. Like hell I’ll be at that meeting and fawn over that slut. Lunging around her desk, she yanked open the bottom drawer and reached down to snap up her hand-tooled leather purse, knowing she couldn’t stay in this office another second without blowing wide open. Patience had never been a part of her make up, and what little she did have could currently be counted among the dead.

A new grill had opened around the corner, and right now seemed the perfect opportunity to check out the bar.

The outer office floor was eerily silent as she strode across what felt like a football playing field length of open space to reach the bank of elevators on the other side. Their eyes latched onto her, trailing her as she left, making it feel like she was caught in the rifle crosshairs of a mob of hunters, all aimed at her, waiting for the right moment to drop her in her tracks.

Well, she wasn’t going to give them an opening, that was for sure. Sonofabitch, Camille had probably fucked her way into this promotion. Literally.

 Once inside the elevator, she spun around to face the front as the doors slid shut. She released the pent-up breath she’d been holding and her shoulders drooped with the burdensome weight of her failure—yet again. This was the second time she’d been passed over. What was it they’d said after the last time when she’d met with them, demanding to know why? She needed to learn to become more attuned to the other employees? She didn’t bond well with her co-workers, something she needed to work on. What the hell did that mean? She knew how to get the job done. Employees were supposed to follow orders, that’s what they were paid to do, weren’t they? A person shouldn’t have to worry about getting all caught up emotionally, and bonding with them. That was for sentimentalists—definitely not for her.

Reaching the main floor, she stumbled out of the elevator onto the marble reception area and hurried toward the revolving door that would allow her to make a quick escape. And good riddance. It was time to take stock and consider moving on. This company obviously wasn’t going to get her what she wanted. She’d thought it was the type of place that recognized the determination to succeed. But apparently she was wrong. They wanted serendipitous mush, not aggressive balls. When she saw opportunity she grabbed it and ran and it didn’t matter who got in the way. If they weren’t with her, they were the enemy and tromped over to get where she was going. Why is it no one could see what it really took to succeed in the shark-infested waters of success? It was one of the things that had been practically beaten into her and she’d never forgotten it. Eat or be eaten.

Control or be controlled.

Her professor back in college had taught her all about the fine art of negotiation. And she’d paid dearly for that lesson. That was a long time ago and a lot of water under the bridge. No one had ever tried to dominate her since then—she was going to be the one with the power and the money. And then they’d see what she was made of. And she didn’t plan to get there by way of anyone’s bed to do it. She’d been that route once. Never again.

The summer sun seared her skin, yet the midday heat could not rival the blazing, frustrated anger she planned to numb with a few shots of scotch. She slowed her gait as she came closer to her destination and turned as she reached the entrance of the latest renovation on Front Street, peering up at the swirling blue neon sign about the doorway. “DreamTime Bar and Grill.”

Right.

 She grabbed the thick vertical, gleaming brass handle, yanked the heavy oak door open and stepped inside, bracing herself against the cold shock of the air-conditioned interior. As the door quietly closed behind her, muffling the street noises, she stood for a moment as she allowed her eyes to adjust to the dimly lit interior. Except for the old nineteenth century gaslight-styled lighting fixtures flickering around the mahogany and brass bar, it was very dark, but the subdued lighting guided her path straight to the bar. She bypassed the hostess with a wave of her hand, and headed for an empty barstool. Climbing onto the red leather seat, she plunked her purse onto the counter and surveyed the array of bottles setting on the mirrored glass shelving behind the bar. Eyeing her poison, she then searched for the bartender, who she spotted standing at the other end of the room talking with the only other patron at this hour of the day.

Tapping her well-manicured nails impatiently against the satiny wood surface, she pointedly glared at him. Finally, he must have felt the laser of her stare and slowly turned his head. She almost choked on her own breath as she gulped surprise. It was like colliding with a fierce front of hot tropical wind as his gaze settled on her.

Antoinette wasn’t really into relationships or sex—had never found it that great an experience. But looking at the darkly bronzed, blatantly sexual male on the other side of the bar as his eyes blazed a trail through her sent an odd sense of steamy heat spiraling through her frigid bloodstream.

Quickly, she shifted her gaze and attempted to dispel the desire to shed her clothes right there and beg the delicious specimen reeking male testosterone to fuck her. Some undefined elemental electricity he exuded zapped right into her core, and she quickly came to the conclusion she didn’t like the feeling. Not at all. It was as though he pulled at her control mechanism, sought the combination that unlocked the safe she kept all emotion locked behind. And it was a scary thought that he might actually have the ability to discover the right sequence of numbers to pull that door wide open.

Frantically, she grabbed her purse. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.

“What can I get you?” His voice was a blend of chocolate silk and chili peppers, making her body tingle and melt all at the same time. She was afraid to look up, to acknowledge him. What if he saw her response to him? Was she going crazy? Had she finally snapped after this last failure at work?

“Miss?”

Slowly, she lifted her gaze to encounter— Sonofabitch! She blinked rapidly. His eyes pinned her, appeared to pinpoint every secret trapped inside her. She could feel his clear Mediterranean sea-blue eyes penetrating into her, like a laser beam directed toward her soul. She couldn’t look away, mesmerized by their liquid, rippling depths. An ache began in the pit of her stomach, tentacles of sensual feeling moving outward, downward, stroking from the inside out. His eyes—how strange. The pupils looked silver—silver flames that flickered and beckoned, shining molten pools of seduction. She attempted to speak, but couldn’t find her voice. The pattern of her breaths increased until she was almost hyperventilating.

“What do you want, Antoinette?” How did he know her name? But the longer her gaze locked with his, the less she really cared how he knew. Some unheard command regulated her breathing to slower, long, deep sighs, almost as though he held some sort of hypnotic quality beneath the surface of his sensual tone.

The hard veneer of sophistication and control she always maintained eroded the longer she sat there. The sizzling hot-cold flames of his eyes clawed at the brittle surface, seeking a crack, a way to reach inside and pull out—

She blinked. Then blinked again, trying to dispel the haze of lust that seemed to consume her. She fought it, struggled to run from the foreign feeling of desire burning a hole inside her. Yet she couldn’t seem to move. Her lips felt dry and parched, her throat raw and scratched, as though some long-unquenched thirst harboring inside for longer than she could remember needed to be assuaged, and she circled her tongue along their dry, needy surface.

“I-I don’t know what I want,” she finally managed to stutter out. “Not anymore.”

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Excerpt from Fertility Rite

Fertility Rite

(#futuristic #fantasy #erotic #romance #MF)

Fertilite Rite_smA beautiful winged Vrotian female and a handsome Kansas farmer from Earth…a union doomed from the start or a love to last forever?

Lura, a Vrotian winged female, is about to commence the sacred Fertility Rite, or chance complete reversion to the primitive nature of the wild and predatory huntress. Vu, the God of Fertility, has finally revealed the identity of Lura’s mate and at last the Rite may begin.

 

EXCERPT

The silhouette of the tree stood tall and sturdy against the inky night sky. “It has been here a long time.”

He stopped next to its wide trunk, pointing the flashlight upward. “It’s seen a lot here. My father was going to chop it down at one point, but something made him change his mind. I was never sure what it was. It’s been here for as long as I can remember, and it never seems to change. In a lot of the real old pictures, it’s standing in the background. As though it’s waiting for something, sort of standing guard.”

He had his back to her and she removed first the silver girdle and then the length of silk. “It’s been waiting for this moment. Nathan, look at me.”

Slowly, he turned toward her. She saw his eyes widen. “Lura—”

She walked toward him. “Make love to me. Right now, beneath this tree.”

“Why here? What in the world made you decide we had to make love right this minute?”
She took the flashlight from his hand, flicked the switch, and dropped it to the ground. Turning back to him, she reached out and pulled the tails of his blue shirt out of his worn jeans and slid her hands beneath it. Yes, firm, thick muscles met her questing fingers. A strong heart beat rapidly beneath her touch. “Tonight there will be an eclipse of your moon. This moment has been foretold by the Priestess.”

Her quick fingers unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it from his shoulders, then she lowered her mouth to his chest, felt the heat emanating from him. With her tongue she circled the hardened nipples of his flat chest. She sucked a nipple into her mouth as she brought her hands down to the waistband of his pants.

“Love me,” she whispered against his skin as her hands unfastened his pants, slid the zipper down, then pushed them over his lean hips.

“Damn, Lura, you make it hard for a man to resist,” he rasped out. His hands rose to cup her breasts. A shaft of pleasure raced through her at his warm, sure touch.

“Yes, Nathan, touch me. Make me yours.” She slid the pants down his legs, and his cock sprang free, hard and thick, ready for her. “They taught me how to please you at the Temple.” She touched his cock with her hand, slid her fingers along its smooth length, swirled her fingers over the tip, and felt his anticipation seep out, covering her fingers.
Kneeling in front of him, she removed the last of his clothing, then took his thick shaft into her hands and looked up at him. “I have never been with a man. I am ready to take you into my body, but no man’s cock has ever entered me before this moment. I want you to know that you will be the first. And the only.”

She lowered her head and took his cock into her mouth, easing her tongue over the head, sucking him inside. Wrapping one hand around the firm base, she ran her other hand up and over his stomach and felt his abdomen muscles tighten. She slid her mouth up and down his length, drawing him deeper each time, easing the muscles of her throat to take as much of him as she could.

Her womb contracted with the need to be filled by him and she felt her own liquid pleasure release and coat her thighs. She had anticipated this moment, prepared for him, and wanted him more than she could have ever imagined.

He groaned and his hands cupped her face. “Enough, honey, come here and let me love you. I’m going to come right now if you don’t stop what you’re doing.” He thrust his hips as an exclamation to his words.

Lura lifted her head. “I want to taste you. I am not afraid to know you in this way. Give me your seed.” And she drew him once again into her mouth, tasted the salty passion of his pre-cum, and sucked harder, swirling her tongue beneath the ridge of the head, teasing at the slit in the tip.

She felt him tighten, felt the tension in his body coil like a spring, tighter and tighter. He yelled, his fingers twisted in her hair, and he orgasmed in long, pulsing bursts as she swallowed. It was her first real taste of a man’s passion and she was not displeased by its flavor. She savored this part of him, and licked him clean, felt him soften, felt the tension ease from his body.

But she did not stop, and instead licked and coaxed him back to rigid attention, cupping and kneading his muscled buttocks. It did not take long before his cock was again hard.
“Enough,” he said, as he pulled her to her feet. “I don’t know how you’re different from Earth women. What you want.” He took her lips and pressed between them with his tongue.

She drank from him, sucking him inside, pressing her body against him. Her wings extended, arching backward, swooping forward, then back yet again.

 

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Hidden Impact – an excerpt

Hidden Impact

(#gayromance, #eroticromance, #MM, #contemporary, #secondchance #may-decemberromance)
HiddenImpact_cover_smReed Parr loves Drew Sanborn with a passion that flares bright and hot and lasting. Drew fulfills every fantasy Reed has ever imagined of the perfect lover, the perfect partner. And Drew loves him right back. So what’s the problem? Reed’s life, for one thing. Reed’s children and Drew’s parents. And their inner vulnerabilities. Age differences and past hurts…

Reed is a gifted architect, and his livelihood hinges on the career he’s built over fifteen years with the Sanborn Architectural Firm—the company owned and run by Drew’s father, a man with whom Reed and his wife had regularly socialized before Reed’s wife’s death. Reed had watched Drew grow up, watched as the young man become fast friends with his own son, Mark, never realizing how their paths would cross in later years. Their lives are so intertwined, that the impact of their relationship on both families could be devastating. Reed simply can’t take the chance on outing his love for Drew without considering the hidden impact on all their lives.

Drew, sixteen years younger than Reed, is openly gay. At some level, he understands Reed’s hesitance on outing their relationship. Yet after two years, he’s ready for their secret affair to transform into a public commitment.

Can a week in the mountains, away from the pressures and expectations surrounding them, help to cement the relationship enough for Reed to publicly admit his love for Drew? Or will everything fall apart, causing the lovers to separate forever, no matter how painful the parting?

Confrontation, revelation, and steamy nights of hot, searing sex could make all the difference in the world…

EXCERPT

Drew loved listening to Reed’s voice. It made him so hot to hear him relate the story about his first time with a guy.

But he also loved listening to him in meetings. The man was an enigma. On the outside he looked so cool and composed. His blue eyes were quiet, reminding Drew of calm, pale winter skies. It was that quiet strength that had Drew hanging on his every word when Drew had first started working with his father’s company. He hadn’t been certain the job at the architectural firm was the right move, but he’d gone ahead and done it anyway. What did he have to lose? His football career was shot to hell because of the shattered kneecap he’d suffered during that last pivotal game. He already had the schooling and his love life was pretty well blown, Caleb not liking the role of nurse. In the end there’d been no reason for Drew to look back, no other options for him to consider, particularly after the downward spiral he’d taken when Caleb had walked out. But little had he known what the fates had in store for him.

Until he’d walked into Reed’s office and everything seemed to fall into place. It wasn’t his friend Mark’s father he saw standing there. It was the most handsome, exciting man he’d met in a long time. That for his first project his father had teamed him up with Reed was almost a wet-dream come true.

He was attracted to Reed from the very start, but as far as he knew Reed was totally straight and he’d never cross that line. Not unless he was invited. And the invitation better be loud and clear. Too darn much hidden impact if Drew read the signals wrong. With a stranger he might give it a shot, but especially with Reed Parr he had to be careful. Reed was not only his best friend’s father, but Drew’s father’s employee. It was a tightrope of twisty, sensitive and slender wire he tried to navigate. Every day it was harder and harder to deny his attraction to Reed. From that first moment it had been unrequited love.

Until the afternoon they found out the project they’d worked on together so hard had been enthusiastically approved by the client. It was his own first success with the company and he was flying high.

For Reed it had obviously just been another project completed, because he was back at his desk already eyes deep in another commercial design. But Drew hadn’t been able to come down to earth yet. He wanted to celebrate and he wanted to celebrate with Reed.

Drew had ended up going to dinner alone. Yet something had drawn him back to the office. After stopping off to buy a bottle of champagne, he went back to the building planning to have his own private party, maybe with a little self-pity thrown in on the side since he had to do the celebrating alone. It was when the elevator doors slid open on the sixteenth floor long past when everyone should have been gone, and he found Reed still hard at work in his office, that a strange sensation began to flood through his veins. Drew had come back here for a reason. He’d felt fate close around him like a tailor-made coat designed especially for him. His heart had drummed in his chest. He realized he still had the bottle of champagne and a couple of plastic glasses. Maybe there was someone he’d be able to celebrate with–who he’d been meant to celebrate with all along.

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Closing Time – an excerpt

Closing Time

(#MF, #contemporary #esmerelda)

ClosingTime_cover_smRisking public censure and the possible loss of her job as head librarian, Evelyn travels to Boston on weekends to add some excitement to her small-town life in Esmerelda. There, she meets Reuben, a rock musician, and discovers much more than she ever bargained for. And when it came to taking risks, she’s about to redefine the term “hot sex.”

From that first sizzling encounter behind the stage at the bistro, to the steamy confrontation in the back room of the Esmerelda library at closing time, Evie found she wanted a whole lot more than public respect from the small town where she grew up.

She wants to find love!

EXCERPT

Since that first night when she’d watched him perform on stage she’d been enthralled by him. There was an aura about him. And his eyes seemed to see right into her soul. She had been shocked when he came to her table after the first set. And even more shocked with herself when she had gone backstage with him and allowed him to make love to her right there behind the backdrop where anyone might have seen them.

She still couldn’t believe she’d done it. She had thought when it was over, that would be it. But it hadn’t been. He obviously hadn’t considered it a one-night stand and expected to see her again. She’d managed to remain at a distance, keeping their relationship strictly to weekend encounters. On some occasions she would stay over until Monday and drive back to Esmerelda very early in order to open the library right on time Monday morning.

If she were to admit it, the lifestyle was taking a toll on her. And she knew the time would come when it would all come crashing down around her feet. And where would that leave her? She felt so torn between her status here in Esmerelda, and the wanton woman who spent her time with Reuben. She refused to utter the word l-o-v-e in regard to her relationship with him. He was way out of her league. Just listening to him talk about his fast-paced life made her dizzy.

She assured herself that when he left on tour it would be over and done with. And she would stop her weekend trips to Boston. She should have done so before now. But Reuben was like a drug to her and she couldn’t stay away. She drank of him gluttonously when they were together, engorging herself on him in hopes she would finally have enough.

It was never enough, and she had a feeling it never would be. And that’s what scared her the most. When he left for good, she knew she was going to feel the loneliness more profoundly than she ever had before, because she now knew what it felt like to be with someone—to feel connected, even if it were only briefly.

His lips were like fire that heated her entire body, making her melt beneath his knowledgeable hands. His body touching her, possessing her was like a match striking flint and they would both go up in flames. There was nothing like the heart of his fire when it encompassed her. His fingers expertly played her just like he did with his guitar, pulling all the erotic music from inside her soul.

She became a wanton woman in his arms, a harem dancer, a Venetian courtesan, with her position as head librarian far removed from the woman in Reuben’s arms…in his bed. She wanted it to be real, to be lasting, but she knew it could only ever be fantasy. He was her fantasy lover, the one who drew her across the tightrope of passion into his world for a short, deliriously blissful time.

Yes, she remembered their first connection, their first passion. It had driven her all these weeks to return again and again and again, tempting the flames of discovery. It was her fourth trip to the bistro, but when she had walked in that night, she knew something was different. She hadn’t realized what it was until she made eye contact with the guitarist on the stage.

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Other books in the Esmerelda’s Lovers series:

Esmerelda’s Secret

Smooth Finish

Ruthless Acts

Hot Male – an excerpt

Hot Male

(#scifi #gay #erotic romance #MMM)

hotmale_smLeo is into a very hot male on the new .man network. Sirras is breaking every law known to Avvarian travvellers in hooking up with Leo online. And then mage-lord, Raddlack re-appears in Sirras’s life to further complicate things.

Sirras and Leo, two lonely men, aren’t looking for love when they connect online. Yet what happens when three hot males come together physically will blow all their worlds apart and fuse something brighter, hotter, and more lasting than any of them could have imagined—a relationship that changes everything. Interplanetary relations are taken to new dimensions with these sexy men.

EXCERPT

Tonight.

Leo stared at the message in the little box in the corner of the screen. He inhaled on a shuddering breath. It seemed like he’d been waiting for this moment forever and at last it was here. His fingers hovered over the keyboard. His gaze slid to the vibrant picture he kept on his desktop.

The indistinct neon burnt orange figure outlined in the photograph brought his desire surging to the surface. He stroked a hand over his crotch, feeling the stiff prick pressing against the fabric of his jeans. Was he really ready to meet Sirras and his new assistant in person?

Leo had been shocked a few weeks ago when Raddlack had joined his conversation with Sirras. But slowly, over the last few weeks, Leo had become familiar with the other man, as he had learned to know Sirras. The threesome they had engaged in online only made Leo want to experience the same level of passion in person. Did he dare take the chance?

What time? And where? he responded.

Leo knew he shouldn’t be doing it. Ever since the accident he’d stayed away from forming any type of physical relationship. But there was just something about Sirras, and now, Raddlack, that he couldn’t let go.

When the dot-men network first rolled out, Leo had been hesitant about surfing through the new gay men’s network. And then he’d found stardex.men. It was like finally coming home as he spoke with other men about his passion for the stars. There was even a whole digital library, including position papers on some of the newest discoveries in space exploration he’d never found anywhere else.

Uniquely unguarded conversations developed on stardex, communications that Leo had soon become addicted to, unable to stay away. And then he’d read Sirras’s paper on the discovery of a new solar system located just beyond their solar system. Leo had been so intrigued by the idea he couldn’t help emailing Sirras directly to try to learn more. And now there was Raddlack as well. A man who seemed to have an immense amount of information also. And knew how to fuck online as well as Sirras did. But now it was time to meet these men in the flesh.

Ten o’clock. The Warren Observatory.

Leo’s leg began to ache and he stretched it out. He’d been sitting too long at the computer again and the injury made him more than aware of the fact. He reached out for the cane resting next to the desk. His fingers fondled the smooth round knob at the top.

He stared at the fiery image on the screen unable to stop the fantasy that spun through his mind, curious about the men who hid behind the sexy avatars.

For months he had been chatting with Sirras, but he had delayed meeting him in person, afraid of what he would think when he saw Leo with the cane. Leo was still self-conscious about the disability. Conversing with Sirras over the last few months had helped him to forget the reason he no longer sought out relationships in the real world. Cybersex was about as good as it got for him anymore. And now there were two delicious men to play with.

We’ll be waiting for you, Leo. There will only be a short window of opportunity to actually view Avvaris.

The planet Avvaris was something he was dying to actually see. It was the one thing that could get Leo out of his apartment–the opportunity to actually view the new planet that Sirras had written about. It wasn’t something that was visible to the naked eye; only the high-powered telescope at the observatory would offer Leo a chance to actually see Avvaris. If he missed this opportunity, there wouldn’t be another chance for several years. He was going to have to take courage in hand and step outside his safety zone for the first time in six months.

You won’t disappoint us?

Leo’s fingers hesitated over the keyboard. This was not an easy decision for him. He really knew nothing about the men in this three-sided online relationship. They’d been tap dancing around each other for long enough. No real background exchanged, just talk. And sex. Cyber sex.

Talk to me, Leo. Leo opened the mic and turned up the volume.

“I’m here, Sirras.”

“I wanted to hear your voice. It’s the only way I can be certain you mean what you say.”

“I can’t wait to meet you in person, Leo.” This time it was Raddlack who spoke.

Leo stared at the glowing, orange avatar. Then his gaze turned to the blue-flamed avatar. The outlines of lean, male flesh kept him hot and ready at any given moment. He lowered his hand to cup his thick erection, stroking over the heat pushing against his jeans. He wondered if Sirras and Raddlack were anywhere near as flaming as the images the men projected online. Their deep, sexy voices certainly matched the images.

“What are you doing, Leo?” Raddlack asked

“What do you think I’m doing?” It hadn’t taken long for them to develop a deeper intimacy online. It seemed Sirras and Raddlack were just as curious about Leo.

“Does it feel good, Leo? Do you wish you were here right now? Raddlack and I are both waiting for you. We have a lot to show you.”

Leo couldn’t help it. He unzipped his fly and pulled out the rock-hard prick, stroking his fingers over the flared head.

“You’re going to see us in a couple of hours, Leo. We don’t want you to come yet.”

“Your voice does that to me, Sirras. I can’t help it.” He shuddered when he heard the purr of Sirras’s intonation.

“We’re going to show you things when you get here. I want you hot and ready when you come. And don’t forget the toy bag.”

“When I come?” God, he wasn’t certain he could wait.

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Manimal Attraction – Discounted 65% TODAY

Manimal Attraction will be available at a 65% discounted price – February 24th.

Manimal Attraction

(#MMF #MFM #bisexual #shapeshifter #magic #contemporary)

ManimalAttraction_cover_smHe of the earth and water; she of the light and sky above; he of the night and feral underland. Three united through destiny, throughout eternity. Should their line perish, all shall be lost… … Abigail Pembroke, a freelance photographer, ran from Rapture Bay because she loved too much. Now she’s come home to bury her dead, and perhaps finally accept her destiny. Will it be love or simply duty that forces her to stay?

Lash MacKenzie, mayor of Rapture Bay, and so much more, attuned and bred to duty, needs Abby more than she could ever imagine. He’s waited patiently these last two years for his beautiful lover to find her way home.

Taggart Este, sheriff of Rapture Bay, coyote shifter, trickster and rebel, and Lash’s eager male lover is trying to solve a string of murders that someone, or something, wants to look like accidents. One of those dead is Abby’s grandmother, an elder, a Harmonic Euphonical—a protector of Rapture Bay. Abby’s return home will change everything, including Tag’s exclusive relationship with Lash.

Three lovers born to inherit a time-honored power that stems from the roots of the elemental founders of Rapture Bay—it’s a heritage of service that weighs heavily upon their shoulders, and it could destroy them. To serve and protect, to honor and heal, to love with a passion and commitment, may demand their very lives unless they learn to trust not only each other, but themselves, and embrace their destiny…

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The Midas Bride – #FREE Today

The Midas Bride will be offered #FREE on Amazon – February 22-23

The Midas Bride

(#contemporary #shapeshifter #fantasy #fairytale #magic #eroticromance #MF)
TheMidasBride_cover_smOnce upon a time there was a modern woman who wasn’t looking for Prince Charming. Not anymore.

But there was indeed a prince who needed to find his princess bride or suffer the full effects of the curse brought down upon his family. He tossed a magic coin out into the world in hopes of finding his true soul mate—the one woman who could tame the beast inside his soul and halt the curse. And only her love could save him.

But will a greedy witch find her first and destroy the prince’s one chance at happiness?

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Esmerelda’s Secret – an excerpt

Esmerelda’s Secret

(#eroticromance #contemporary #MF)

EsmereldasSecret_smEsmerelda, harboring deadly secrets and passionate desires…

Esmerelda, Massachusetts, a community built on tradition, held secrets and painful memories. John William (J.W.) Dalton and Willow MacKenzie had once been passionate lovers, two halves of one soul, torn apart by greed and misunderstanding. Now, ten years later, J.W. is sheriff and Willow has returned to Esmerelda to finally lay to rest the tormenting ghosts that continue to haunt her. Her love for J.W. has never died. Willow’s return will open old wounds. Can J.W. protect her from the destructive truth that awaits?

EXCERPT

… “Hello, Willow. It’s been a long time. I’m sorry about your mother, but I hope you’re not planning on staying long. We don’t need your kind around here.” His voice caressed and destroyed her in the same breath.

So much for pleasantries. The words had been meant to hurt and to send her into retreat. Hurt, they did. Retreat, never. She would not let him see her pain.

Willow turned away, rummaging through her suitcase, blinking rapidly to hold back the tears. She couldn’t find what she sought, so stopped looking. “What do you want, Sheriff? Are you here to railroad me out of town before I can cause another scandal?” She faced him, in control of herself now. Her hands were balled into fists, her stance rigid, and her head high. “I’m not seventeen, Sheriff, and I don’t scare easily. I’ll leave when I’m damn well ready to leave. Your scare tactics won’t work.”

“Think not?” His voice was deceptively quiet. “You’ve forgotten a lot since you left.”

He stood close enough to taste. His magnetism captured her. Willow had the sinking feeling her yearnings would defeat her.

Willow had been certain the years would blunt her response to J.W. She had underestimated. Exorcising his memory was why she was here, but it wasn’t working so far.

She stood mesmerized, unable to move, as he reached out and traced down the length of her naked arm with one finger. Chilled awareness raced up her spine.

Willow moved to step away, but one hand grasped her forearm, stopping her. His other hand yanked her close. The cheap white towel was no barrier to his fire. His breath whispered across her skin.

In a quick, unexpected motion, he dragged the turban from her head. Her hair fell in damp disarray to her shoulders.

J.W.’s unreadable eyes studied her. What was he looking for?

Willow withstood the look, unflinching. She would not surrender.

He anchored her to him, and the cold metal buttons on his shirt pressed into her. His left hand curled in her hair, and he was relentless as he drew back her head. “Sunlight. I wanted to see if it was still the sunlight I remembered.”

Loving him had never been passive. It was filled with intensity and burning, fierce and passionate.

“How many have there been?” His voice was like gravel under tires on a hot July day. The blue blaze in his half-closed eyes seared her with its intensity.

Willow did not pretend to misunderstand. “None of your business. You gave up that right a long time ago.”

She remained unresisting as his eyes bore into her, yet hoped she revealed none of the primitive lust seething inside. Her fingers itched to rip open his shirt, to expose his naked chest to her eyes, to her mouth.

Her breath hitched. The room closed in.

Without warning, he released her other arm and yanked the towel from her body.

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Also in the “Esmerelda’s Lovers” series:

Smooth Finish

Ruthless Acts

Closing Time

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