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Book Feature: Rescued by Her Alien Warriors (The Warriors #2) by Doris O’Connor

do-tw-rescuedbyheralienwarriors-jpgRescued by her Alien Warriors (The Warriors, 2)

BY DORIS O’CONNOR

 

Blurb: A warship is no place for a human mother and her child. However, Drakan Commander Alzaar and his second in command, Bentaan, have no choice but to bring Sapphyre and Jayde on board. Not least, because their instincts scream at them, that she is the one woman who can turn them into a family again.

 

Sapphyre just wants to keep her daughter safe. How on earth does she do that surrounded by droolworthy Aliens, when her libido keeps leading her astray? It is abundantly clear that Alzaar doesn’t want her on board ship. At least Bentaan does and the sex is out of this world. If only her heart wasn’t involved, and she didn’t want both of them.

 

When the Tamarillion is attacked, Sapphyre has to fight for her men and the ship she now calls home. Without her all would be lost, and Alzaar finally shows his emotions.

 

However, when regulations and their pasts collide, can they rescue each other?

 

Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/rescued-by-her-alien-warriors
Authors Bio:

Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

 

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

 

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

 

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The Nightlife in San Antonio (The Nightlife Series) by Travis Luedke

Title: The Nightlife San Antoniocover

Author: Travis Luedke

Series: The Nightlife Series

Genre: Urban Fantasy Romance/Vampires

Publisher: Self Published

Release Date: June 9th 2014

Edition: eBook with Print Coming Soon

Blurb/Synopsis:

 

Vampires, Mafia & Mayhem:

The Nightlife San Antonio is violent, sexy, and occasionally violently sexy.

All she wanted was to escape the police. All he wanted was to get laid. They both got more than they bargained for.

 

EMT on call, Adrian Faulkner resuscitates a beautiful woman after a Mexican mafia shootout. He can’t explain why he picks her up in the hospital parking lot three days later and then ducks the San Antonio police and the Feds. Well, the hot sex might have something to do with it.

 

She needed to hide. With no memory of even her name, she didn’t know from who. She only knew she wasn’t safe.

 

Adrian soon learns she is much more than a damsel in distress, and he’s stuck with her. It isn’t long before the past she cannot remember begins to catch up with them both…

 

THE NIGHTLIFE SAN ANTONIO is a non-stop thrill ride through the shadowy borderworld of mafia politics and vampires – and sex.

 

Grab your copy of this urban fantasy romance today!

 

The Nightlife Series novels are Adult Paranormal Romance ~ Urban Fantasy Thriller:

 

#1 THE NIGHTLIFE NEW YORK

#2 THE NIGHTLIFE LAS VEGAS

#3 THE NIGHTLIFE PARIS

#4 BLOOD SLAVE

#5 THE NIGHTLIFE LONDON

#6 THE NIGHTLIFE SERIES OMNIBUS (Books 1-4)

#7 THE NIGHTLIFE SAN ANTONIO

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Travis Luedke is a husband, father, and author of Urban Fantasy Thriller, Paranormal Romance, Contemporary Fantasy, Young Adult Fiction, and Sci-fi. He is currently catching a 3rd degree sunburn in San Antonio, Texas, and loving every minute of it.

As the author of the Nightlife Series novels, Travis lives very vicariously through his writings. He invites you to enjoy his macabre flights of fancy, but be warned: The Nightlife Series is violent, sexy, and occasionally violently sexy.

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Cover Reveal of Misdeeds by Kathryn Kelly w/Rafflecopter giveaway!

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Misdeeds is the follow up to Misunderstood. Misunderstood is the beginning of Johnnie and Kendall’s rocky road to their HEA. Misdeeds continues their rocky road to the HEA they deserve. You can read Misunderstood as a stand alone then Misdeeds, but you don’t want to miss out on the rest of this great series. If you haven’t tried the Death Dwellers MC series, please check it out book 1 is Misled.

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Misdeeds Blurb
John “Johnnie” Donovan is determined to make his relationship work with Kendall Miller, the attorney he met during his cousin’s birthday party. Before he can move on with his future, however, he still has loose ends to tie up from the past in the person of a rival MC’s president who is also Kendall’s ex-boyfriend. As Johnnie tries to balance his club life and personal life, another tragedy forces him to make a choice between the two. Will Johnnie be able to live with the choices he makes?

Kendall Miller is trying to pick up the pieces of her life in the wake of her ex-boyfriend’s assault. She’s ready to move on with her life and the man of her dreams, the sexy VP of the Death Dwellers MC. She demands his complete attention and isn’t willing to share her man with all the baggage of the MC. She doesn’t want to be an afterthought to him nor does she want to live her life in the midst of the clubhouse, especially with the competition taking place between Kendall and the club president’s wife. Then, catastrophe strikes and Kendall’s life is once again altered. Can she and Johnnie have a future together or has their love been doomed from the beginning?

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The Payment Series by Cassandra Carr

The Payment Series by Cassandra Carr

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Prized: The Payment series, part 1Prized

After agreeing to a one-year term of service with a benefactor who can pay her debt, Catrina Carter begins training in how to please a man. But will a benefactor be willing to spend such an astronomical sum—one hundred and fifty thousand dollars—just to have her for a year? She’s about to find out.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Possessed: The Payment series, part 2Possessed

Jared, Catrina’s “benefactor”, has agreed to pay off her debt in exchange for one year of service to him. In addition to taking his own pleasure with her, Jared offers Catrina to friends, colleagues, and even total strangers on his whim. But it’s not all fun and pleasure for Jared. As part of the agreement, he’s tasked with helping Catrina get her life back on track. He’ll succeed even if he has to spank every piece of financial information into her, and he finds he just might have to do that.

 

 

 

 

 

 

PurgatoryPurgatory: The Payment series, part 3

Catrina has finished her year-long term of service to Jared, her benefactor, who paid all her debt off. Now she’s on her own again. Will she be able to keep the lessons Jared literally spanked into her topmost in her mind, or will old habits rear their designer heads?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author bio

Cassandra Carr is a multi-award winning erotic romance writer with Ellora’s Cave, Sybarite Seductions/Twenty or Less Press, Decadent Publishing, Siren Publishing, and Loose Id. She lives in Western New York with her husband, Inspiration, and her daughter, Too Cute for Words. When not writing she enjoys watching hockey and hanging out online. Cassandra is the co-founder of two successful group blogs, Romancing the Jock and Dirty Birdies, and participates in several others as a contributor. Currently Cassandra also serves as president of Western New York Romance Writers.

For more information about Cassandra, check out her website, “like” her Facebook fan page or follow her on Twitter.

 

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Author Interview of Diana Ames featuring Royally Trained (A Royals of Colania Novel) w/a GC Rafflecopter giveaway

 

dianaames_royallytrainedfront_zpsc4ef2c59Genre: Erotic Romance/Dark Erotica

 

In a country stuck in the dark ages is a world filled with sex and scandal. Governed by royalty, those in power have many deep-rooted secrets that span generations.

 

Prince Anton’s sordid past has forged his future. He finds his only pleasure from being a sadist, but he knows he must continue the royal bloodline and create an heir for his country. Forced by responsibility, he turns to the one man who can give him the best of both worlds. But will Prince Anton find what he’s searching for?

 

Damian is the ruler of The Dungeon. He is the Teacher, and the only man Prince Anton can trust to provide him with what he needs. He is on a mission to find a virgin submissive to become the prince’s life partner. What happens when the Teacher falls for the woman he’s been ordered to train?

 

As lust and love spiral out of control, Prince Anton and Damian find their lives change unexpectedly because of one independent and defiant woman.

 

 

~Excerpt~

 

Damian was going over the alcohol shipment that had arrived this morning. One of the reasons his sex clubs were so popular was because of the liquor he had shipped in from the mainland. It was expensive, but the quality was much greater than anything produced on Colania. Currently though, it was giving him a headache.  He was missing a case of the high-end scotch he kept on hand.

 

Prince Anton strutted into his office without warning.

 

“Don’t you knock?” Damian said scathingly.

 

“Didn’t know I needed to,” Prince Anton replied.

 

“With all due respect, sire,” Damian said sarcastically, “this is my office in my club. Next time, knock.” Damian rose to his feet, his body fluid like a great jungle cat, before he went to embrace his prince. “Now, what the hell is so important you had to schedule an appointment?”

 

“I have a job for you,” Prince Anton told him. He returned the one-arm embrace stiffly and then moved away with haste. He was uncomfortable with physical contact that he didn’t initiate or control. When the two men sat, he elaborated. “My thirtieth birthday is approaching.”

 

“In a year and a half.” Damian snorted. “Do you think it wise to skip twenty-nine?”

 

“As the last of the monarchy, it is my job to reproduce,” Prince Anton continued. “As much as I would like to see the genes that have shaped me die out, the country would fall into a tailspin. Although we are remote and somewhat undeveloped, we are a rich nation. The power I hold is all that keeps us out of the eye of the world and off the radar for those who would oppress us.”

 

“What does this have to do with me?” Damian asked warily.

 

“I have no desire to repeat history,” Prince Anton said. “We both know that my sexual nature is more like that of the queen than my father.”

 

“Do you want me to train you?” Damian asked, confused. “To help you learn to control your appetite?”

 

“No,” Prince Anton said firmly. “I don’t think either of us could handle taking our relationship to that level.”

 

The two men had grown up together, which accounted for Damian’s lack of respect and boundaries, but Prince Anton wanted to maintain formality between them.

 

“You could be right,” Damian said with a light chuckle. “So, what do you want from me?”

 

“I want you to find her, the woman who will bear the future of the country,” Prince Anton said. “Find her and train her to be what I need.”

 

“You can’t just order up a woman on demand,” Damian told him with a raised eyebrow.

 

“You must find a woman with good genetics although Gilly can look into that after the candidate meets the other criteria,” the prince said, ignoring Damian. “Beautiful, obviously. I’m not particular with features, but it stands to reason if my life mate is attractive, then I will have a better chance with reproduction. I’d also prefer that she not have a single drop of royal blood regardless of past royal practices. I do not wish to produce monsters or further any imperfections through inbreeding, however distant the connection might be. She needs to be completely submissive. I will be in control of any encounters at all times. Whoever she is, she must be willing to leave her past life behind. I refuse to be burdened with in-laws who might not agree with my domination of their daughter.”

 

“That’s quite a shopping list,” Damian said, eyeing the prince harshly. “Anything else you’d like to add before I order a woman for you?”

 

“There is one more requirement,” Prince Anton said seriously. “And this is perhaps the most important of all. She must be a virgin.”

 

“You do realize when I train a woman to cede her control to her master that I have sex with her?” Damian asked incredulously. “Submissives have to learn to respond on command; an untried woman will not have that opportunity.”

 

“I will not have a woman who has felt a man between her thighs before me. I will not have my children born to a woman who will behave as my mother did. She must be pure!” Prince Anton roared.

 

“If I refuse to do this…” Damian didn’t finish the question.

 

“You will not refuse,” Prince Anton said, rising to his feet. “I expect you at the castle within the week. The search begins immediately.”

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Welcome Diana Ames! Please start off by telling us a little about yourself.

I’m a 35 year old wife and mother of two.  I was a stay at home mother while my kids were small, but now that they’re both in school all day, I work part time in an office.  I write at night or whenever I can grab a few minutes of quiet.  I love the outdoors and my family camps for several weeks each summer.

 

Is Royally Trained a single title, or part of a series?

Royally Trained is the first book in a three book series—three books so far, that is.  Each book can stand alone, but if you read them all, I recommend reading them in order as they build on each other.

 

What were your inspirations for the story?

I wanted to write something I would enjoy reading.  I’d been very frustrated with female characters that constantly need a man to save them or that can’t stand up for themselves.  It’s wonderful to have a partner to lean on, but honestly I can’t imagine anyone being so completely helpless.  Likewise I was having issues with reading about strong male characters who were broken on the inside and then one moment changes their entire life, their perspective, even their personalities.  There is almost always a catalyst moment for someone to change, but rarely is it possible for that change to happen in a single moment or without a lot of hard work and professional help.

 

Please share your setting for Royally Trained.   Have you ever lived or visited there? If so, what did you like most?   

Royally Trained takes place on the fictitious island country called Colania.  I’ve lived there in my mind and I visit there frequently as I’m editing.  I chose to create a country because I wanted to take some real liberties with the setting that wouldn’t be possible otherwise.  Plus I really wanted to write about a king or in this case a crown prince.  I was going for realism in personalities, but who wants things to be too real.

 

When did the writing bug first bite?

I’ve been writing as long as I’ve been able to hold a pencil and form words.

 

Who are you favorite authors, book/series?

There are so many that I love, but to name a few:

V.C. Andrews—The Dollanganger Series (Flowers In The Attic) and The Casteel Series (Heaven)

J.R. Ward—The Blackdagger Brotherhood Series

Stephen King—The Dark Tower Series

Johanna Lindsey has always been a favorite.

I also recently read Hers by Dawn Robertson.  Now there was a female character that didn’t need rescued.

The list could go on and on.

 

If you could have an author roundtable discussion with any authors, who would you invite?

See the above list of favorite authors. J

 

Do you have any hobbies or special things you like to do in your spare time? 

Spare time, I’m not sure I know what that is.  I’m a dance mom and a karate mom and a working mom and a writing mom and a…see the trend?  In the middle of the night, when everyone is asleep, though, you’ll often find me dancing in my living room.

 

What’s the strangest thing you’ve heard or seen?

When I was about 14 or 15, I was lying in bed reading.  The light was to my back, up on the wall.  This shadow in the shape of a person fell across my book and bed, which was strange because I always kept my door locked.  When I turned around, no one was there.

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~About the Author~ 

 

Diana Ames was born and raised in Central Pennsylvania. She lives with her husband, two children, and a variety of crazy pets. Balancing work, wife and mom duties, and writing has been the best and most rewarding challenge of her life. The publication of this novel is the culmination of a lifetime of dreams.

 

Author Links:  Site       Facebook      Goodreads

 

 

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Diane is giving away giving away 10 signed bookmarks, 3 eCopies of Royally Trained, and a $5.00 Amazon GC.

 

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Title: Blackness Awaits (Book #2 of the Blackness Series)

Author: Norma Jeanne Karlsson

Genre: Fiction, Romance, Thriller

Release Date: April 2014

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Synopsis

As he enters the room looking like death personified, lifeless and haunting, she knows…blackness awaits.

Aaron Kavanagh is not to be trifled with. He’s powerful, commanding, fierce and currently homicidal. The only thing that matters in Kavanagh’s world is Shannon Kelly. She’s the beat of his heart (yes he has one) and the peace to the fury that constantly simmers within him. Without her, his life is empty and barren. Someone took what is his and he’ll stop at nothing to get her back.

Dylan Kellerman is lost. The love of his life has been ripped from him, leaving a tattered tortured shell of a man. On the brink of murderous insanity he must battle to find Shannon, even if she hates him. Dylan has betrayed her and he knows she won’t forgive his indiscretions. None of that matters now. All that matters is finding her. As long as she’s safe Dylan can continue to live a sad wasted existence without her by his side. Shannon brought Dylan back to life, without her in the world he’ll cease to exist.

Shannon Kelly is gone. Stolen from her home and loved ones, she must now fight. Fighting has never been an issue for her, but this is a new opponent that she isn’t prepared for…her past. When every reality she thought she knew is called into question, Shannon learns her life isn’t what she thought it was. With the promise of a future with Dylan stolen from her before her world implodes, Shannon must rely on the family that has protected her for the last thirteen years to come for her. She won’t win this fight on her own…Shannon is going to lose.

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Kavanagh

I’m going to commit murder. I can feel it in my bones, in my pulse, in each breath I take. I’m pretty sure O’Sullivan, Cal, and Aidan are on board with my plan. Kid went upstairs with Kellerman and twenty minutes later Taylor dropped his bomb. Kellerman got a fucking chick pregnant when he was in Seattle. I don’t know specific dates on when he and Kid became a couple, but I know he was all over her shit and fully warned before he went back to Seattle in October. Yeah, I’m going to commit murder. We have to get Kid out of here before we beat his head in.

“Make sure Kid’s not in the room for this shit,” I say to whoever’s listening. I get chin lifts in response. O’Sullivan has been cracking his knuckles and pumping his fists since we saw the first picture of Kellerman and that chick. She’s cute…that’s about all I can say about her. She’s nothing compared to Kid. Kellerman must be a fucking idiot. The blood is rushing past my eardrums with such force I don’t hear Kid and Kellerman come down the stairs. I’m barely aware of the Army vs. Navy game on the TV. The four of us turn to look at them as Kellerman starts to talk.

“I beyond fucked up today guys,” Kellerman tries to grovel. “I feel like total shit about it and I can assure you, I’ll never let anything go that far again. I love Kid more than I can even tell you guys and I know you all love her just as much. I meant what I told Kav all those weeks ago. If I hurt her I’d deliver myself to you all willingly. I’m here and I deserve whatever you wanna give me. I was wrong.” I stand up and move toward Kellerman never looking at Kid. Kid keeps her fingers interlaced with his and I want to break everyone of his as they touch her. I won’t do anything to him while she’s here. I won’t put her in the middle like those two pricks did earlier. I can feel Kid’s eyes on me while the guys approach my back.

“Kid go to the office and talk to Taylor,” I order without looking at her. Kellerman maintains eye contact with me, not in a confrontational way…he doesn’t know what’s coming.

“Kavy,” Kid warns.

“Kid, we need Kellerman alone for a few minutes. You need to leave,” O’Sullivan orders her from behind my back.

“Go ahead Kiddo. I’ll be fine,” Kellerman soothes her. I’m going to break that jaw he’s working.

Kid turns to walk away, and I relax a little that she isn’t putting up more of a fight. Too soon was I relieved, because she stops and turns back around.

“Guys, I know this is a man thing that I’m not a part of. But you all are my family…Kel included. He’s my future now too guys. I’m no cake walk to be with, but he’s fightin’ for me like only you guys have. Think about that before you do anything stupid,” she pleads before turning and walking away. She won’t feel that way after she talks to Taylor. I hate that she’ll be hurt, but she deserves to know.

Once she rounds the corner and I hear the office shut it takes everything I’ve got in me not to launch at this motherfucker.

“Pool house,” I growl at him. He nods and moves toward the back door. I can’t risk Kid hearing us so the pool house is the best place to get this done. Once Taylor dropped this shit storm at our feet he told us he’d explain things to Kid while we dealt with Kellerman. I don’t know how long we have, but getting out of the house buys us more time.

We enter the pool house. Kellerman goes in first followed by me, the guys trailing. No one says a word. Kellerman stops in the middle of the room. His head is held high, but I can see he’s apprehensive. I’d be scared fucking shitless facing us in a room.

“We’re gonna kick the livin’ shit outta you,” I inform him in a growl resembling English. “Then you’re gonna pack your shit, get on a plane, and crawl back to Seattle.” His face is calm and collected with the first sentence, strained and confused at the last.

“What’re you talkin’ about back to Seattle?” Kellerman asks.

“You think we’re gonna let you stick around and go back and forth? Kid deserves better than that and you fuckin’ know it,” Aidan seethes moving to my right. Aidan’s a big motherfucker. I’ve never seen him as pissed as he is right now, scary isn’t the right word.

“Back and forth?” Kellerman repeats.

“This is not Sesame Street motherfucker. You heard him,” Cal jumps to his brother’s side. Cal can go off the rails but it’s rare. He’s the calmest of our bunch, but he’s hell on wheels when he gets going. O’Sullivan moves to my left and I can feel the fury oozing from every inch of him. He’s a fighter through and through. I have no doubt that he can, and will, end Kellerman. Kid’s the soft spot for all of us and we would all gladly sacrifice anything for her.

“I’m startin’ to feel like I don’t know what’s goin’ on,” Kellerman says as he looks at all our raging expressions.

“He explained it,” O’Sullivan says motioning to me. “Don’t see the problem.” He’s so furious I’m surprised he can form words much less sentences.

“I get the ass beating. I put my hands on her and shouldn’t have. I’m down for whatever you four got planned. I’m not fuckin’ leavin’ Kid though. I don’t know what makes you think I would leave her, but I’m stayin’.” Kellerman’s confident as he talks. I have no doubt he’ll take the beating, but he’s not making Kid a stepmom or taking her away from us to Seattle that’s for damn sure. She deserves the world not some slut’s sloppy seconds.

“Fuck this shit,” O’Sullivan roars and lunges at Kellerman. He lands a brutal right hook along Kellerman’s jaw, snapping his head to the side. Kellerman stumbles but doesn’t go down. O’Sullivan is a man possessed now that he’s started. He grabs Kellerman’s shirt to hold him in place as he repeatedly crushes his face. Kellerman doesn’t fight back.

“Fight back you pussy!” O’Sullivan screams as he releases Kellerman’s shirt only to connect a left cross splitting the skin below his eye. Stumbling back Kellerman falls to the floor. He’s breathing hard as he stays down.

“Who’s next?” Kellerman asks without a hint of snark. He’s really going to let the four of us beat his ass. We’ll kill him. He looks done after O’Sullivan; the three of us on top of it is too much. I have to be the voice of reason in the room as I see Aidan making his way toward him.

“He’s had enough,” I state firmly. Aidan snaps his head back to me with a look of shock on his face.

“You’re lettin’ him off that easy Kavanagh?” Aidan grumbles.

“He’s gotta be able to walk through the airport.”

“I’m not goin’ to the airport,” Kellerman mumbles spitting blood into his shirt. This sets me off.

I pick Kellerman up by the throat and pin him against the wall squeezing as I speak, “You will get your sorry ass on a plane. Today! She’s had enough pain in this life, you motherfuckin’ piece of shit.” I squeeze harder the more I speak, because the more I speak the more infuriated I’m becoming. “If you think for a second I’m gonna let you take her from me, you’re sadly mistaken. What she’s learnin’ today about you, you dickless fuck, is gonna wreck her. Get outta this fuckin’ city today or we’re comin’ for you.” I squeeze one more time before I let him drop. He slides down the wall gasping for air, coughing and choking.

“I’m not leavin’ her,” Kellerman gasps out. Aidan hurls forward and kicks him over and over and over in the torso.

“You fuckin’ are!” Aidan screams as he lays his final blow. Kellerman falls to the side spitting out blood from what I’m guessing is some internal damage at this point. Maybe we are going to commit murder. This motherfucker seems intent on dying in our pool house.

“Not,” Kellerman mumbles before he passes out.

“What the fuck?!” Cal bellows. “Is he insane? Why’s he lettin’ this go on?”

Aidan bends down and starts checking Kellerman’s vitals. His doctor brain must have just kicked in gear. No pun intended (maybe a little pun intended).

“Guessin’ his spleen is damaged maybe his liver too,” Aidan explains without much concern in his voice while standing up. “We need to decide what we’re doin’ here.”

“Wait for him to wake up. See where his head’s at,” I say. I can’t put him over my shoulder and walk him out in front of Kid. He has to leave on his own. We all sit around the breakfast table and stare at Kellerman waiting for his pathetic ass to wake up.

Author Bio

Norma Jeanne

Blackness Takes Over is Norma Jeanne’s debut novel. What began as an homage to the home town of a homesick Midwestern girl, unfolded a story of love, danger, humor, and trust. She’s currently working on her untitled sophomore effort. We can’t wait to see what thrilling saga she leads us through next!

Originally from Kansas City, Missouri, Norma Jeanne recently found herself relocating to the United Kingdom. Now living in Belfast, she took hold of the opportunity to kick the 9-5 job for a chance to become an author. The best part: working from her home office, she gets to spend more time with her cast of crazy characters (written and real).

In her free time Norma Jeanne is a voracious reader and consumes books as readily as meals. She is a people watcher by nature and uses her experiences in life, observed or otherwise, to build the worlds and characters that thrive in her books. A believer in the strength of the human spirit, Norma Jeanne writes the stories of people that persevere when all appears to be lost.

“Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” –Dylan Thomas

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Blog Tour featuring Cari Silverwood’s Make me Yours Evermore (Pierced Hearts-3) w/giveaway

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Cari is giving away a Signed print copy of both Take Me, Break Me and Bind and Keep Me and a $20 Amazon Gift Card. Winner will be selected by Rafflecopter.
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Blurb:
Taking what you want may come at a terrifying price.
Chris calls his darkest, nastiest fantasy into the light of day when he has to kidnap Kat to save a friend. For years, he’s wanted to bring her to her knees.
But claiming her draws attention. Andreas wants to save Kat, until he sees her response to raw male dominance.
More dangerous are the human traffickers, who regard the acquisition and selling of women as a very high stakes business. And they’re watching. Everything.
Death. The perversion of love. The loss of freedom.
Sometimes there is no choice.
Warning: Capture fantasy; dubious consent; anal play; strap-on; M/f/M and f/f scenes; BDSM themes including caning, spanking, bondage, and piercing, as well as some upside-down naughtiness.
Also contains one Dom gone bad who believes obsession means never having to say you’re sorry.
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Why the capture fantasy in your writing?

Because I enjoy both reading and writing it. Because ordinary romance doesn’t do it for me even when there’s BDSM in there too. A romance with BDSM is still a romance.

I love the excitement you get with capture fantasies. The uncertainty. It doesn’t have to end in romance, though it can. I love that I can get down and dirtier. That I can write men who really are bad boys lol And not just men with a bad temper, or some criminal tendencies, or whatever. Juggling a story where the men abduct the women and putting it into a modern setting and then having to get readers to like the men, wow, hard to do. If I get the story really right so that the reader wants all the immoral stuff to happen to the woman, that’s satisfying for me. Doing that twisty mind trick is the best. It means I’ve written the story well.

And of course I love the core principles of these capture fantasies – the male dominance, the man being so determined to have that special woman as his own that he will abduct her to have her.

But it’s all fiction, it’s all about writing out fantasies, and it’s a type of fantasy I’ve often read in the past.  I’m sure I will get some readers going what the hell am I reading? Because there will always be those who pick up a book without really understanding what sort of book it is. But I’ve found there’s a big crossover of readers from kinky consensual BDSM stories to capture fantasy. I’m even corrupting some of my fans who have never read these before ;)

No book appeals to everyone and I’m sure some people who read books featuring serial killers doubt their reasons for liking to read them. Us humans have some pretty weird tastes in stories. If you do love reading capture fantasies, know that there’s a quite a big audience for these. A lot of women enjoy reading them.

Also, when writing the series have you felt like you’ve gone too far?

With this book. Lol

As you may know if you’ve followed my facebook posts.

I had to be reassured at regular intervals by Sorcha Black, my crit partner, that the story wasn’t getting too extreme. Something about the combination in Make me Yours Evermore hit some of my limits as a writer. I can read worse than I can write. After the beta readers gave me their feedback, I discovered I’d been writing around the scenes in the story that squicked me out. I’d handed control of scenes to Andreas when it should have been Chris who was the dominant. I’d even totally glossed over one scene. I summarized it as a flashback memory.

(Small and dirty spoiler: This was the upside down face fucking scene.  )

Chris was probably the main cause. He was too far into the dark for me. By the end of the book though, I’m happier with him. He grows as a character. He changes. I think I like men in these stories to have more remorse than he does. He dives into abducting Kat with barely a backward glance. It’s what he wants to do, the opportunity is there, so he does it.

I have to admit that I wanted to write this story darker than my previous ones. I try to change the way these stories unfold with each new book. I try to go darker in some way. Some say I achieved that, some think it’s as dark as Bind and Keep me. Everyone sees a book a little differently.

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Embarrassment had reached new depths. It was one thing standing in a room naked and getting whipped by a Dom you’d selected carefully and teed up your limits with. I had control over that. But this? Kneeling on the breakfast counter with my hands behind me and basically chained to the wall while wearing a wet, milk-soaked scrap of a dress?
I wanted to sink into the floor. Even more so since I knew having them do what they’d done – stared and treated me like a pet they had to feed, had turned me on so much I was afraid to open my legs. I could feel how slippery I was down there.
When Andreas excused himself and wandered off down the hallway to the toilet I relaxed some. One gone. Maybe now, I’d get freed. I braced myself for the evil I had to do, begging from him… Then I raised my eyebrows, in a hopeful fashion, at Chris.
He deadpanned back at me.
Shit. Did I have to whine? I was not whining. But I wasn’t game to speak. Chris’s suggestion of a piñata and the crocs hearing my beating had been ominous.
The stool scraped on the floor as he stood.
I managed a forced smile when he came to the counter and hopped up on it, sitting next to me with his legs dangling over the edge.
“You were very, very good,” he drawled.
I blinked and tried to stamp down on my awareness of the difference between him, free, a dominant man and inches from me, and me tied up. It was electric. Chris was the epitome of alpha male. In the past, his pale blond man-god good looks had always steamed up my female sex goggles in milliseconds. I couldn’t help holding my breath and giving my lower lip a tug with my teeth. Pure body reaction, I reminded myself, I still hated him. I did, I did.
His slow perusal of my breasts and the trail of milk and cornflakes down my belly made me both melt into a sizzle of goo and want to snap out something like…like, I’m not your breakfast. Noo. God no. Need a spoon? Fuck no, not that either.
Surreptitiously, I twisted one wrist, praying it was loose.
He spotted that movement and his mouth curved. “It’s amusing, Kat. Watching you. Watching you and knowing I can touch you without you doing anything to stop me. Knowing you’re aroused too.”
“I’m not aroused,” I ground out through my teeth. “Andreas will be back soon!” My glare would hopefully turn him to ashes.
“You speak?” Gently he began to roll the dress up my thighs. I tensed and squeezed my thighs together. “Uh-uh. No hiding there. Open.”
I glared some more.
Chris moved in and nipped my nose. Shock hummed through me as his other hand wrapped around my breast, squeezing tight. Big hand, hard grip, small pains that did things to me. I squirmed on the spot.
I hated possession like this – the casual owning of a woman bothered me, especially if it was me. But with his hand on me there, and the wrist bondage, with my arms pulled back out of the way, I had nowhere to go. Fuck. Hate you Chris.
Yet what he did fed heat into my groin.
“Open your eyes, Kat.”
I snapped them open. Crap. I’d closed them without meaning to.
“I knew you were turned on because you’ve dripped on the counter.”
Mild panic to mortified in one second flat. Knowing he’d seen my moisture coming from me… I stared at him. Amusement, lust, and the satisfaction of a Dom who’s hit the humiliation and torture button flickered across his face.
Bastard.
His thumb swept over my breast teasing my nipple as he added in a matter of fact way, like it was a done deal. “I’m going to make you come now, Kat. If you don’t want Andreas to see, be good. If you’re bad, I can stretch this out forever.”
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Ten Things You Didn’t know about Margaret Daley

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Dangerous Pursuit

Margaret Daley

 

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Blurb:  Reading about danger never prepared Samantha Prince for the desperate phone call from her brother in Brazil that sent her from the safety of her New Orleans bookstore into the rugged, inhospitable Amazon in search of him and a hidden treasure. And reading about romance never prepared Samantha to resist the mysterious appeal of Brock Slader, a guide she hired to help her in her quest.

 

Alone with Brock in an alien world of orchids and anacondas, primitive headhunters and very up-to-date gunmen, she struggles to keep their relationship strictly business. Will Samantha survive the dangers in the jungle only to have her heart broken by a man who lives on the edge—no strings attached?

 

Dangerous Pursuit is the first book in The Protectors Series

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Top ten things you don’t know about me:

1.  Cotton or Silk? Cotton

2.  Champagne/beer/wine? Wine-red

3.  Plotter/pantser? In the middle between the two but I lean a little more to the pantser side

4.  Describe your workspace: The walls are painted hot pink with white trim. I have six bookcases (full of thousands of books) in my office as well as a couch where I usually write on my laptop. I have a desk and file cabinet. My husband started framing my books years ago so they are hanging on the walls. I also have a lot of flamingo items all over the office.

5.  Sports fan or just tolerate it? Mostly tolerate it, although there are a few teams I keep up with.

6.  Who is your biggest influence on writing?  I mostly read suspense/adventures and those writer have been my biggest influence, especially at how I structure a story.

7.  Favorite food – Pecan pie with vanilla ice cream

8.  When did you start writing? In 1978—I’ve seen the writing and publishing industry go through a lot of cycles.

9.  If money were no object, where would you like to live?

Six months in the mountains and six months on a beach. I love both mountains and beaches.

10.  What’s next for you? I’m currently working on a novella tied to my Guardians, Inc. Series (about female bodyguards for Love Inspired Suspense). This novella will come out in March in an Inspy Kisses collection with five other authors.

Excerpt: 

Chapter One from Dangerous Pursuit by Margaret Daley

As Samantha Prince leaned forward to straighten the books on a lower shelf, her long braid fell across her shoulder. Impatiently she flipped it back, considering again whether she should cut it short. Some people called her hair-color auburn; she called it red. Fiery-haired auburns were the heroines in the romance books she read. The color did not describe her.

“Samantha, what do you think of this book? I’m going out of town again and need something to keep me warm at night,” a stylish businesswoman in her forties said.

“A very good mystery, Mrs. Carson, but I wasn’t impressed with the main character. Not enough backbone to get out of all the scrapes he and the heroine got into.”

“It sounds like more adventure than mystery. Once I start a good adventure I can’t put it down and end up reading through the night. All those cliff-hangers, you know.” Mrs. Carson scanned another book from a display near the checkout counter.

Samantha smiled to herself. Mrs. Carson always came into her bookstore right before a business trip and went through almost every book on the shelves, looking for just the right one that was a great story but wouldn’t keep her up past midnight. Samantha had never found a novel with both ingredients, and she read at least half the books that came through her store. It was her favorite pastime, to lose herself in the lives of the characters and imagine herself doing things that she would never do in her real life.

“Maybe I should try a romance this time,” Mrs. Carson continued, shifting her attention to another section. “The last mystery I read had me waking up every time I heard anything. And you know in a hotel how many sounds you can hear.”

Actually, she didn’t. She had never been anywhere, unless she counted visiting Aunt Lou. She had planned a trip to Europe two summers before but had to cancel it. She was beginning to believe her lack of travel experience was a crime at the age of thirty.

“A good love story,” Samantha said, indicating the book Mrs. Carson picked up. “That ought to keep you warm at night. It’s very hot.”

She waved her hand to show just how hot the book was. While Mrs. Carson examined both books again, Samantha glanced around at the rows of bookshelves. After three years her business was doing very well—at least well enough for her to afford a vacation. Maybe she’d go to some exotic place, she thought as Mrs. Carson decided to buy both the romance and the mystery.

When Mrs. Carson left the Purple Ink, the noise of New Orleans traffic and a blast of cold air rushed into the shop. Samantha shivered and pulled the front of her brown sweater more securely across her chest. Somewhere exotic and warm, she amended. In her mind the only good thing to come from cold weather was curling up in bed under layers of wool blankets with a great book to read while sipping a steaming cup of hot chocolate with lots of marshmallows in it.

Tonight, she vowed as she began to finish restocking the shelves of the adventure section. Pausing to examine a cover on one book, she was instantly reminded of her younger brother, Mark, who traveled the world, going from one adventure to the next while she remained in New Orleans, working day after day to make Purple Ink a success. The biggest adventure Samantha ever encountered was the rush hour traffic on Interstate 10.

Sighing heavily, she completed her task and noted it was time to close up for the day. Standing, she stretched to ease the ache in her lower back. It was time to start exercising again. The holiday season had been busy, and she got out of the routine once Thanksgiving had passed. Now it was the first of February, and she had ignored her better sense and found excuse after excuse not to get back to it. Though exercising would never head her list of favorite things to do, she promised herself to sign up for a new aerobics class. Soon. Maybe in a month or so.

“Samantha, I’m going. I’ll see you tomorrow morning at nine thirty,” Nell, Samantha’s assistant, said as she gathered up her purse and coat.

“Don’t forget we have to start the inventory tomorrow. Can you stay late?”

“Yes.”

“I have everything lined up, so it shouldn’t take as long as last year.”

Nell shook her head. “You are the most organized human being I’ve ever met. If I know you, you’ll have devised a way to cut our time nearly in half.”

“Oh, at least. Why else invest in a computer?” Samantha laughed and waved her friend on.

Nell was always teasing Samantha about how neat and orderly she was. But she had practically raised her younger brother while her mother had worked to support them. As a teenager she had juggled school, part-time work, and housework. It hadn’t been easy, but her mother and younger brother had depended on her, so she had learned to be organized the hard way.

Samantha went through the same routine to close her shop as she had done ever since she had bought it. After one final survey of her store, she went out the back door to her car.

Mark always laughed about her and her routines, but they gave her a sense of security and stability that was important to her. Neither she nor Mark, as children, nor their mother, had had much of either. It didn’t seem to bother her brother, but it did bother her.

When she finally arrived at her house after grocery shopping, exhaustion from a long day gripped her. She picked up the bag of food and was planning her dinner as she stepped into her house. The phone was ringing, and she nearly dropped the bag as she rushed to pick up the receiver.

“Hello, Samantha Prince speaking.”

“Sam! You’re home finally. Why isn’t your cell working?” Her brother’s voice was faint, but he sounded frantic.

“Mark, what’s wrong? Where in the world are you?” Samantha set the grocery bag on the kitchen table and dug in her purse for her cell phone. She’d left it on silent, something she did often.

“Manaus.”

The long distance connection wasn’t a good one, and Samantha had to strain to hear his answer. “The Amazon?”

“Yes.”

“The last I heard you were in Rio. Why are you there?” She had read plenty of books set in the jungle and couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to go there.

“It’s a long story. I don’t have the time to go into it.”

The tone of her brother’s voice, laced with impatience, alarmed Samantha. Tiny prickles of fear rose on the nape of her neck. “Why did you call?” She forced her voice to remain calm while her grip tightened on the receiver. He was her only close relative, their mother having died four years before. Though they didn’t see each other a lot, she loved him very much and their relationship was a good one.

“I need a thousand dollars to get out of here. I needed it yesterday. Can you send me the money?” Mark’s voice faded in and out.

“You said you need a thousand dollars?”

“Yes, Sis. Fast.”

There was no mistaking the desperation in his answer. The tingles of fear quickly spread down her body. “Are you in some kind of trouble?” As a child she had rescued her brother from a few situations. He had always been daring; there was a bold recklessness about him that was very appealing, yet dangerous too. They were like night and day.

He laughed, but there was no amusement in the sound. “You could say that. I have someone who would like to get his hands on me. Can you wire it, Sis?”

  “Yes, of course. But I can’t do anything until tomorrow morning. Everything is closed.” 

He mumbled something she couldn’t understand, then said in a clear voice, “I’ll try to make—wait for it.” 

“Where are you staying?”

“The Grand Hotel. It doesn’t live up to its name, but it’s all I could afford.”

“Can I send it to you there?”

“No! I’ll have to pick it up at the bank. It’s safer. I can’t trust anyone.”

Samantha shuddered. “Safer? Mark, please tell me what’s going on.”

Static crackled over the line, and Samantha placed her hand over her other ear as if that would help her hear him better.

“If anything happens to me, Sam, there’s something of great value under the altar of the Para Mission church. Got that?”

“Yes, but—”

There was the sound of male voices in the background, then Mark said quickly, “Got to go. Love you.”

The phone went dead.

Samantha collapsed into a chair, her whole body trembling. She thought about pinching herself; surely she had dreamed the telephone conversation. But the fear and sense of urgency reminded her of the reality of the phone call, and she was chilled with dread.

Something of great value under the altar of the Para Mission church?

What? How was Mark involved? Was it something illegal? Why was he running scared? And from whom? Her mind felt as if it would explode from all the unanswered questions bombarding her.

A thousand dollars! That would wipe out most of her savings for her vacation, but if Mark was in trouble, Samantha would sell her house and her bookstore if she had to.

If Mark was in trouble. From the sound of his voice he was in trouble. She knew she would be at the bank first thing in the morning.

* * *

Samantha stood frozen, holding her check for one thousand dollars in both hands. Mark hadn’t picked it up. It was hard for her to believe that her money had been returned that morning. But if he was going to pick it up, Mark would have in a week’s time.

Her hands began to shake, and she almost dropped the check. What or who had prevented her brother from getting the money?

The questions she had been avoiding all morning invaded her thoughts, and she sank into her desk chair in the back of her bookstore.

“What should I do?” she asked the silent walls.

Call! She’d call him at the Grand Hotel in Manaus. Maybe he was still there and didn’t need the money anymore and that was why he hadn’t picked it up. Maybe everything was fine now. Maybe the moon really was made of cheese.

Apprehensive about what she would find out, Samantha placed an international call to Brazil. When the man who answered at the hotel couldn’t speak English, she was at a loss.

“May I speak with Senor Prince?” Samantha spoke very slowly and in a loud voice, as if that would make things clear. She had never been good at learning foreign languages and envied her brother, who knew five fluently.

The stream of words that followed was unintelligible. Frustrated, Samantha finally hung up, concluding there was no Senor Prince at the Grand Hotel. Next she put a call through to Mark’s apartment in Rio and prayed that her brother would answer. On the twentieth ring she gave up and slammed the phone down, even more frustrated than before. Her fear returned in full force.

For five minutes she stared at the check, her mind churning with possible courses of action. Suddenly she turned to her laptop and punched in an address. Five minutes later she’d booked a flight to Rio.

She would go to Mark’s place in Rio and find out what she could about his whereabouts. Since he was no longer at the hotel in Manaus, maybe he had returned to Rio and wasn’t in his apartment at the moment. She would keep calling until she had to leave the next morning. She prayed she was panicking for no reason.

Thirty minutes later she was on her way home to pack for Brazil, having left a stunned Nell behind to run the bookstore. When she had thought about a vacation in a warm, exotic place last week, this wasn’t how she had envisioned planning it. Samantha had imagined herself going to a travel agent and getting plenty of brochures on different tropical locales. Then she would have gone home, spread them all out on her kitchen table, and slowly read through each one until she had narrowed her selection down to one. Everything would have been done in an orderly, slow fashion. Wasn’t part of the joy of a vacation the anticipation beforehand?

While sitting at a stoplight, her conversation with Nell returned to Samantha’s mind.

“I can’t believe you’re dropping everything to go to Brazil to look for your brother! This isn’t you. You don’t do things like this,” Nell had said.

“My brother doesn’t disappear like this either. I can’t sit here and wonder what’s happened to him. I’ve got to find out. I can’t get any answers over the phone.”

“So you’re flying thousands of miles to get some answers?”

“Do you know of a better way?”

Nell had shaken her head. “Don’t worry about the shop. I’ll take care of it. If your brother calls, what should I tell him?”

“Find out where he is and tell him to stay put. I’ll check in with you every few days.” Horns blared behind Samantha, and she realized she was sitting at a green light with angry motorists waiting on her. Embarrassed, she gunned her engine and sped forward.

She welcomed the familiarity of her small house, and before attempting to pack, she fixed herself a cup of hot tea and sat down at the kitchen table to organize what she had to do in the next twelve hours before she left for Rio.

Passport. Thank goodness she had one from that aborted trip to Europe.

Clothes? What kind of clothes should she take to Rio? Wasn’t it summer there? Clothing for a hot, humid environment. A couple of sundresses. Maybe a pair or two of shorts. A bathing suit. Sandals.

The last thing Samantha put on her list of necessities was the latest book she was reading, Jungle Fever. It was part of a shipment that had arrived at the store the previous day. Samantha had been drawn to the title because of Mark, but now she could hardly put it down. It was an engrossing tale of adventure and intrigue by a new author whom Samantha thought would go far. She had gotten to the part where the hero had just rescued the heroine from a tribe of headhunters and they were fleeing for their lives.

With her list completed, she began packing and finished at eleven. After showering and getting ready for bed, she tried to sleep, but her mind danced with images of her brother, herself, and his unknown enemy. She sat up in bed, switched on the light, and started reading the next chapter of her book.

Harper swung the machete, striking the thick undergrowth over and over. The swish of the blade filled the jungle stillness with the urgency of their escape. Diana clung to Harper’s hand, glancing constantly over her shoulders as they raced through the jungle. She could hear the Indians behind her. She could imagine their savage faces as the headhunters followed, so sure she and Harper would be caught. This was the headhunters’ territory. They ruled it as they had for hundreds of years: by fear.

Samantha was immediately whisked into another world and didn’t put the novel down until she couldn’t keep her eyelids open another minute. She glanced at her bedside clock and gasped. It was three in the morning. She had to leave at seven!

Sleep finally descended, but it was a restless sleep, saturated with pictures of painted Indians with lip discs and spears tipped in poison. Samantha tossed and turned, visualizing herself as Diana as she last read about her: standing at the top of a waterfall with a rushing river in front of her and the headhunters in back. Either way Diana went appeared to be instant death.

Cold reality returned the next morning as Samantha hurried to make her flight to Rio via Miami. She wasn’t able to catch her breath until the plane was in the air and the meal was being served.

Then the idea of what she was doing struck her with a powerful impact. She was flying down to Rio with one day’s notice, trying to locate her brother in one of the largest countries in the world. She wasn’t a detective and really knew nothing, other than what she had read, about what a detective did to find a missing person.

What was happening to the sensible, logical woman she was?

That question returned to plague her in Rio as she waited while her brother’s neighbor, whom Mark had said always had his spare key, let her into Mark’s place. Before her lay the wreckage of a once presentable bachelor’s apartment.

Everything was torn or shattered, nothing left untouched. Someone had searched this place very thoroughly, and she knew it was connected with Mark’s mysterious phone call the week before.

Samantha moved slowly into her brother’s apartment. Suddenly she knew the fear Diana felt looking down at the rushing river. And Samantha knew what she had to do next: go to the Amazon to Manaus.

 

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Margaret Daley, an award-winning author of eighty-five books, has been married for over forty years and is a firm believer in romance and love. When she isn’t traveling, she’s writing love stories, often with a suspense thread and corralling her three cats that think they rule her household. To find out more about Margaret visit her website, Twitter at and Facebook.

 

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Trust Me? Blurb:

This book is for mature audiences 18+ It contains explicit language and sexual content.

Jenifer Taylor is content with her life, dull and boring as it is. Being absent from the dating scene means she doesn’t have to deal with the major trust issues she has with men that stem from a controlling and aggressive ex-boyfriend and an absentee father.  She’s happy being alone, sharing her life with her friends and family.

When Jeni starts a typical day in the big city of Mornington Vale, California, it turns from bad to worse when she’s involved in a chain collision on her way to work.

Her world changes forever that day because she meets Aiden O’Connell, the billionaire son of Alistair O’Connell, who owns Mornington Vale’s largest financial corporation. Aiden is an up-and-coming young businessman who’s ready to take on the vice presidency of his father’s company. He is the good son, and it’s imperative to Alistair that Aiden succeed and follow in his footsteps. Life for Aiden involves working hard and not much else.

After the accident, however, Aiden’s world changes as well. He finds Jeni irresistible and instantly pursues her. With some coaxing, she eventually agrees to a date, and the attraction is mutual.

Jeni finds love quickly with Aiden, but trusting him is another issue.  When to trust is tested in many different ways but comes to a head when Aiden is investigated for a serious crime.  As her trust issues spark, she is forced to go through a journey of self-discovery.

She must decide once and for all whether she trusts the man she loves when she’s asked the ultimate question: “Do you trust me?”

Excerpt:

I turn to face him; he puts his other arm around me. We are in the same position as before when the last kiss attempt failed. My arms are tight around his neck, his arms around my waist. I look down. He lifts up my chin so I’m lost in his gaze. His hand goes back to my waist. He swallows; I think he’s as nervous as I am. He tilts his head and leans in … I back away quickly.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, looking hurt.

“Oh, no, it’s not you. I think … I might have garlic breath.”

He laughs and pulls me back to him. “So do I.” He pulls me in tighter, and before I know what’s happening, his lips are on mine. I give in and surrender to him completely.

This feels like one of my fantasies, only way, way better. He holds me tight as one hand moves from my waist to caress my cheek, kissing me softly but sensually. My hands move to the back of his head, and I grab a lock of hair in each hand. He moves our bodies so that I’m against the railing at the edge of the deck. He moves his hand from my waist to hold the rail as I still grasp his hair. The kissing becomes feverishly passionate; his tongue against mine as they intertwine with each other. Our breathing becomes faster and erratic. Our kissing becomes more intimate. We are in perfect sync with each other. I pull him closer to me, our whole bodies touching. My heart is pounding fast and hard. His hand moves from my face to the back of my head, pulling me tight. He moves my hair from the side of my neck, breaks our kiss and kisses my neck slowly and seductively. I sigh and breathe in a stuttering motion. I open my eyes to see the waitress standing there, gawking at us. I stiffen as I see her. He pulls back and looks at me. With my eyes, I gesture toward the waitress. He turns, looks, and lets out a little huff. He leans in towards me.

“Now that’s a first kiss,” he whispers as he grabs my hand and leads me over to the table. I can’t help but smile

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Love Me? Blurb:

This book is for mature audiences 18+ It contains explicit language and sexual content.

In the first book of The Trust Me? Trilogy, Jeni Taylor finds the love of her life, but as the second book begins, she finds herself lost without Aiden O’Connell, who’s been wrongly convicted of embezzlement charges and incarcerated. She must find the strength within to help prove he’s innocent while dealing with other issues. Aiden’s father, Alistair, still taunts her, making life between Jeni and Aiden more difficult, and an unexpected visitor enters their lives, creating havoc and turning it upside down. Jeni’s trust issues return in a major way after an incident leaves her fragile and broken. Aiden and Jeni find themselves going through more trials and tribulations than ever before in this second installment of the Trust Me? Trilogy. In the end, Jeni will be asked the ultimate question: Do you still love me?

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My nerves start to get the better of me, I start to feel nauseous; those darn pesky butterflies attack again. I’m not sure why I’m nervous, whether it’s the shoes making me unstable or whether it’s the memory of our first date, our first touch, or our first kiss that’s making me bashful.
I turn the corner to see him standing there with a bunch of red roses, in the suit that he changed into earlier, this time with a baby pink tie on. Behind him is that gorgeous waterfall cascading down the cliff with the lush greenery surrounding us. As I take a step closer, I hear music playing. “Thank You for Loving Me” by Bon Jovi. It’s our song. I feel my eyes welling up as all the emotion and love I feel for this man is becoming too much to bear.
His smile is beaming from ear to ear when I approach. Finally I reach him. He holds out his hand for me to take. I take it, and he pulls me into a tight embrace.
“This is perfect,” I whisper.
“Perfection for perfection, my love.” He kisses my cheek, and places the bouquet of flowers on the railing.

 

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K E Osborn was born in September 1984 and raised in Adelaide, South Australia. She had a love of writing throughout High School but went down a different path to Design instead. It wasn’t until she had a vivid dream about a three car pile up that the characters of her first book came to life.

Aiden and Jeni are the amazing couple from the Trust me? Trilogy and they were born into the world through the imagination of K E Osborn in 2012.

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Surrender to Me by Ella Jade – Book Blast

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My review of Surrender to me is at the bottom of the post.  :)

What happens when a Dominant falls for his not-so-submissive attorney?

Martin Abrams, owner of Master M’s BDSM club, has become unfulfilled with his lifestyle. Ever since his sub, Gracie, left to marry her true love, Martin has lost his way. Living the life of the head Dominant in his circle isn’t as appealing as it once was. Something seems to be missing.

Sassy lawyer Arianna Covington relocates to New York City after a humiliating divorce. She’s looking for a fresh start when she agrees to become Martin’s exclusive attorney. She’s intrigued by his domineering personality and wants to know why women kneel at his feet.

Their attraction is undeniable despite Ari’s initial beliefs that she will never submit to Martin’s desires. But Martin is up for the challenge. Arianna is more than he ever imagined in a woman. He vows to claim her heart, with or without the games. Who will surrender first?

Featuring Cade and Gracie from Make Me Stay.

Content Warning: contains explicit language and graphic sexual content

Harlie’s Review w/Excerpt

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