#NewRelease Spotlight: HIS TO PUNISH, By Doris O’Connor

 

Thanks so much for having me on your blog today with my new release His to Punish, book
two of my dark romance series The Cleaners. This is the story of Ren’s second
in command Ty Mason. Ever since I wrote Book one in the series, His Prize, I’ve
been itching to tell Ty’s story.
 
Ty seemed much softer than Ren, when we first get to know him, and to an extent that is
certainly true. Ty though, like all of the cleaners to be fair, has many
layers. He’s just as deadly as Ren; ruthlessly protective of those he cares
about and deeply loyal.
 
I had great fun unravelling the truth behind who is Ty Mason, and there were a few surprises in store, I tell you. Subsequently this story is much longer than the first
book in this series. It has many twists and turns as my too-feisty-for-her-own-good
heroine goes looking for revenge… Which places Ty in somewhat of a dilemma.
 
Ren is like a brother to him, and he will do anything to protect his family, but what is he
to do when the one woman who gets under his skin seems determined to threaten
that family.
Well, you’ll have to read the book to find out what happens, I’m afraid. 🙂
 
 
 
Blurb:
 
Revenge or love…either choice will sacrifice her freedom. 
 
Dance teacher Jeanette MacArthur has one thing on her
mind when she auditions for a job at La Masquerade—revenge. She
couldn’t protect her sister from the criminals she now seeks employment with,
but she can ensure that justice prevails. 
 
If only her body wouldn’t melt at the touch of one of
them. Ty Mason, second-hand man of the Cleaners, oozes dominance, aggression,
and danger. He stands for everything she ought to despise, yet this unwanted
attraction threatens to ruin her. 
 
Ty can’t take his eyes off the new dancer, not least
because he senses the threat she represents. Only one thing for it—claim her
for his own, and torture the secrets out of her—if need be. 
Her unwilling submission, however, means he discovers
more than her secrets. His heart and their future are on the line.
 
Be Warned: BDSM, forced
seduction, rimming, spanking, sex toys
 
 
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Ty’s hands went to his belt, and she jumped when he spoke again.
“I said strip, girl, now.”
Jeanette complied with shaking hands, and another one of these deep, dark growls rumbled from Ty’s chest, when she stood before him naked. Try as she might she couldn’t bring
herself to look at him, had to fight the insane urge to sink to her knees, in
fact. Lord only knew what was happening to her. She was losing the plot,
because she could swear she could feel Ty’s intense gaze like a physical touch,
as he ran it over her naked body.
She jumped again when he cracked the belt through the air like a whip, the resulting snap far too loud in the quiet room. He stepped around her, running one finger along her skin.
From the tip of her nose, around her mouth, down her neck, and along her
collarbone into the valley between her breasts, he continued the silent
exploration, the contrast of his much paler flesh next to hers a heady
aphrodisiac indeed. When he cupped one of her breasts in his hand and lifting
it, bent his head to suck her hard nipple into his mouth, Jeanette couldn’t
stop her whimper of need. Unbidden her hands tangled in his hair, to keep him
there, as every hard suck made her pussy quiver in need. She could smell her
own arousal in the air, as her juices slowly trickled down the inside of her
thighs.
Ty bit down hard on the breast in his mouth, and the sharp pain of his bite made Jeanette cry out. Not in pain exactly, because she was far too turned on and already teetering on the
edge of an orgasm.
“Please…”
Ty soothed the leftover ache from his bite by licking it, before he abruptly withdrew.
“I haven’t given you permission to touch me, girl.”
He reached up to grasp her wrist, and Jeanette immediately let go of his hair.
She caught a glimpse of his stern expression before he swung her around.
“Face the wall, and spread your legs, girl.”
It didn’t even occur to her to disobey, and when he joined her moments later his clean male musk enveloped her.  He crowded her against that wall, the coolness of it against her skin a direct contrast against the heated male body pressing against her from behind. The feel of his chest hair against her back made her hyperaware of his harsh breathing. She closed her eyes against her shame, when he reached around and between her legs. There was nowhere to hide now, as confirmed by his next words.
“So fucking wet for me. You’re mine now, girl.”
A bite to her shoulder followed that possessive claim, and Jeanette cried out in surprise when he shoved two fingers into her pussy at the same time. Wet as she was they slid
right in, and her internal muscles clamped down on the invaders. Ty thrust
those digits in and out of her channel and adding another one, finger-fucked
her with merciless precision. His cock was a hard, solid ridge against her hip,
and he groaned into her neck again, when she spread her legs wider for him.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby, your body knows who you belong to, doesn’t it?”
Jeanette tried to respond, but nothing but a keening sound came out, because Ty curled his fingers to massage her G-spot. Pleasure surged through her hard and fast, and her hips
took on a life of their own as she rocked herself against his hand, desperate
to gain the friction she needed to her clit to get over.
Before she could get there, however, Ty withdrew his fingers, and slapped her ass hard. Jeanette moaned her denial and shoved her ass back into him in a silent bid for him to continue, but she should have known that was a useless exercise.
“No, your orgasms belong to me now, and you will not come without my permission.
One hand fisted in her hair, he pulled her away from the wall and marched her across to the cross. Jeanette’s heart missed a few beats, and then turned into a jackhammer when she
caught side of their reflection in the mirror on the wall.
She looked like she felt, a woman on the edge. Her eyes were too wide, her mouth, still swollen from his earlier kisses slightly open, her breasts swaying from side to side, and
shaking with every harsh breath she managed to draw into her lungs, as he half
dragged her along. Her skin already showed the marks of his possession, his
bite marks clearly visible, and she groaned when his arm came round her waist,
and he kicked her legs apart. It meant her swollen most intimate parts were
clearly visible.
Jeanette ought to be ashamed at how wet she was, at the needy
sounds that immediately spilled from her lips, when Ty yanked her head back
further, and rubbed his jaw along her neck. His breath singed her skin, and
their gazes locked. His dark eyes flashed with dangerous intent, and Jeanette’s
internal muscles clenched in response, sending more moisture to her swollen
lips.  Ty smiled when he noticed, and his voice dropped even further, sending yet more shivers of dread, or was it anticipation, down her spine. Her clit quivered, the usually tiny bud clearly visible at the top of her hood.
“Take a good look, titch. Your body doesn’t lie. You want this, need it, even, and I’m just the man to give you what you need. All you have to do is ask.”
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*****
 
 
 
 About Doris:
 
Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Time
Travel, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.
Stalk her in these places
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#NewRelease Spotlight: THE ROYAL MATE, by April Zyon

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The Royal Mate

Space Wars, book 6 (The Final one)

by April Zyon

Published by Evernight Publishing

Cover by the Fabulous Jay Aheer

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blurb

It all comes down to this. The truth about what started the war between the Imarian and Craegin is coming out, along with the fact that there is one true royal left. One man to rule them all.

Markus Rothschild wants to live a simple, quiet life but when faced with the truth of what’s happening in his world, he knows he has no choice but to take his rightful place.

Paisley Ralston is a woman who loves teaching small children. She’s never even held a weapon, let alone fired one. Playing bodyguard to the royal heir is the last thing she expected to do. But when Markus’s security team is sabotaged, she may be his only hope.

Paisley didn’t realize that meeting Markus meant finding her mate. Hidden in a special bunker, Paisley and Markus will test their limits and prepare for what’s coming. Together they will come out stronger, bonded, and ready to face both galaxies.

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She looked at her mother and frowned. She couldn’t have heard the woman correctly. Paisley wasn’t a militant; she wasn’t a protector. For the love of all the saints, she was a teacher for young children.

The marshal looked at Paisley with a frown, then sighed. “Because you are about the one and only person that I will trust to be around him right now, and since you know where the safe house is I will leave you to take him. It’s too dangerous right now for him to remain on his ship with Fintan.”

“Wait, you mean, The General?” There was awe in Paisley’s voice and she knew it but she had seen what the man had gone through for his mate. He was the only reason that Paisley believed in love once more. It was the reason why, with her mother’s help, she’d broken the arranged marriage and begun to live for herself and not for what she should do.

“He’ll be arriving soon with several guards. You are all going to the bunker. The guards will take the outer shelter, and you and Markus will take the inner sanctuary.”

The inner sanctuary was a place that none could enter if they weren’t of the Ralston family. It literally took living blood and a tie to the blood and heartbeat of a Ralston to keep the air actually on in that sanctuary. It would be either a haven or a tomb depending on if people knew it or not.

“And what about you, Mother? You’ve kept a low profile while they sorted out the issues that were evidently in your offices.”

“This is very true and it’s past time for me to get back to what it is that I do. Besides, this way I know that you will be safe as will Markus.”

“You could always go into the shelter with him instead of me,” Paisley pointed out.

“No, because they would use you to get to me. You are my one weakness, Paisley.”

Paisley moved and gave her mother a hug. “There are not many that know of me, Mother. You’d probably be safe, you know, and so would I.”

“No, there is too much to be done.”

“But—”

“No buts, Paisley. This is an order. You are to keep him safe.”

Paisley bowed her head and nodded. “As you say. Just remember I don’t know how to fight.”

“You don’t, but he does.” Her mother gave her another hug, then pushed her toward where the family bunker was. It was something that no one and nothing could get into. Even if the world exploded, the bunker would eject into space and hook up with a waiting ship that would become their own private spaceship. It had been designed with the ultimate of protections in mind. Her great-grandfather had designed it and it had kept her mother safe when this war began to truly heat up as it had in the last several months.

“I trust you,” Paisley told her mother. She took a deep breath and smiled. “I’ll go pack.”

“Your things are already in the bunker. I had my assistant go to your home and empty your closets and drawers, and I personally put everything into the bunker. It’s fully stocked with food for the two of you for as long as you might need to be in there as well as the machines to recreate foods if you wanted or needed it. I doubt that much time will be needed, but just in case.”

“A career military man,” Paisley mused. “And how does he feel about having to hide?” she asked with a knowing grin. She knew the type.

“About like what you think he’s feeling,” the marshal stated with a laugh. “I wouldn’t be surprised if Fin had to tranquilize him to bring him in. Now, go.”

And just like that Paisley was summarily assigned a duty that she had no business taking care of. She wasn’t a fighter and never had been. She was soft, short, and more than a little pudgy. Paisley was not anything that anyone really would ever look a second time at.

Chapter One

“No, not happening.”

His commanding officer gave him a look that would have made Markus squirm when he’d first stepped on board the cruiser. Now it only had him digging his heels in further. “You know that it is not even an option, Markus. For your safety, and for the future of both our races, we need to make sure you remain alive until the general public is made aware of everything.”

He hated when Fintan Daykin made complete sense. The man already thought too highly of his logic for his own good.

Yes, Markus was important, but to his thinking, he was no more important than any other Craegin. Or Imarian, if he wanted to get technical. He was, after all, a byproduct from both races, although the Imarian in his blood was definitely diluted.

Growling under his breath about his stubborn commander, Markus shoved a hand through his short, dark mahogany hair and paced around the office. Fintan held his tongue for once, a blessing and a curse all at the same time.

Markus wouldn’t be in this situation where he was being ordered by not only Fintan but by the marshal of the Craegin people to go into hiding for his safety if not for a wedding most Craegin and Imarian people did not know occurred.

If not for the fact the entire crew aboard the cruiser he was currently on would also be in danger, he wouldn’t even consider leaving. But he could not willingly and knowingly put others in danger because he was stubborn. Yes, he was stubborn, but he was not stupid. And while it grated severely on his nerves to admit it, Fintan and the marshal were correct. Not only were there factions on the Craegin home world who wanted him dead and buried where no one could dig him up, but there was the entire ruling body of Imara to take into account. They likely had spies in place on his home world and moon outposts, hoping to get a shot at him.

Markus stopped near the vid monitor in Fintan’s office, which showed the view from space of the outpost planet they were currently orbiting. Most folks down there didn’t have a clue about the ticking time bomb floating in space above their heads. The wars that were held in the ships in space sometimes pelted down upon the heads of those on the planets below, something they tried hard not to allow happen. Never had he hated knowing about his heritage more than he did right then.

“Fine, I’ll go. But I don’t need a watcher. I am more than capable of taking care of myself. You and I both know that. And it is much easier to deal with anyone that may get wind of my location if I am alone. Having someone either interfering or uselessly getting in the way will only get me killed.”

“It’s not my call, and it’s definitely not yours. You will have a watcher, but I’ve been assured by the marshal that this individual will follow your orders to the letter unless they are a direct threat to your own life. I cannot, nor would I, change that.” Fintan pushed up from his chair to come stand by his side. “I know that your heritage weighs heavily on you. I wish I could carry the burden with you, my friend. But I will do whatever is necessary to keep you alive. Once the general public of Craegin and Imara know about you, and your lineage, then you can step from the shadows and into the light.”

Snorting at his words, Markus shot a look over his shoulder to the other man. “That was rather poetic, Fin. Love has changed you more than even I realized. Although I don’t know if this new streak you are showing is for the better.”

“Shut up,” Fin muttered.

Amusement coursed through him for a moment. He knew Fintan was doing it on purpose, and that made Markus appreciate the man’s friendship all the more. But the knowledge that he, Markus Rothschild, was the only living heir to the crowns of both Craegin and Imara… The reason he was the only living heir was tragic, according to many. His parents had both been killed while on a tramp headed for a fundraiser event on a Craegin moon base. They and nine others including the pilots died instantly. Markus had not been with them like he normally would have, because he’d come down with a cold and had been too ill to travel.

The official report was a rogue micro-meteor shower had compromised the tramp’s hull. While it had been a cold comfort to him at only ten summers old at the time, he had at least known the reason why they would never be coming home again. There had been closure. Now that he knew about his lineage he had to wonder if perhaps someone had taken them out. But that didn’t really work, either, because he was still alive. Why kill his parents but leave him breathing?

It was only one of many questions that haunted him since he had been told he was descended from royalty. The royalty, if he wanted to get technical. Shaking his head mentally to get back on topic, he turned partially to look at Fintan without straining. “Basically, you are telling me I’m stuck with the marshal’s chosen watcher.”

Fin nodded. “Whoever it is will probably be nothing more than a large, silent shadow that lurks in the background while you try to keep from going insane with boredom.”

Right, there was that issue, too. “What exactly am I supposed to do during this unwanted hiatus from my career path? I don’t mind the idea of a couple days of downtime to relax and rest, but being stuck somewhere indefinitely is less appealing.”

“I’m sure we can find something for you to do. You might even be able to finish all those reports I know you have been ignoring.”

Markus plastered on his best innocent face and blinked at his commanding officer. “Reports? Whatever do you mean, General? I always do my reports promptly.”

Fintan’s eyebrows climbed up his forehead at that bold-faced lie. “Right. Do them all up. Wherever you are going will likely have the capability of secure transmissions, so you can send them all back here and I will sign off on them before submitting them. Sadie can make sure there are no electronic tags on any of those files that could potentially lead back to your location.”

Sadie, Colonel Bracken Kauller’s wife and family friend to the Daykins, was a genius with anything electronic. Her doctorate in AI and destroyer programming spoke for itself, but her skills were known across the quadrants even if people did not know her name. “I will make sure all the reports are completed. I make no promises on when I will get them done, though. It will depend on wherever you and the marshal are planning to stash me and this watcher you are saddling me with. My first priority will be security since that is why I am leaving the safety of a Craegin destroyer.”

“You cannot guilt me, Markus. I do this not only for your own good but for the good of two races. All of the Craegins and Imarians need you.”

“No, you’re right.” Damn but he felt like a kid being chastised right then. “I’m sorry. This situation is not our making, but it is our responsibility to see it righted. You and the marshal believe this is the best course to take, so I will bow to your wishes and let you handle it. But swear to me one thing, Fintan.”

“What is it?”

“Be expedient handling all this. Be careful, but do not dally. I am not now nor have I ever been one to sit idly by while my friends take the risks pointed toward me.” Markus had always preferred to face whatever came at him head-on, which made having to step aside and allow others to handle things grate on his nerves.

“I’ll do all I can to make sure we all come out of this alive and in a better position. Now go pack your bag and get your reports. The tramp will be here soon to take you to the cargo vessel that will shuttle you to your destination. I know it will not be the most comfortable ride, but no one would ever expect it.”

A few more words were exchanged before Markus left Fintan to his own duties. Heading to his quarters, he mulled everything he knew over in his head yet again. Before he ever got near the symbolic throne he was to take, he was going to drive himself crazy. And that did not even take into account whatever nightmare of a watcher he was being saddled with. He was definitely not looking forward to meeting whoever it might be.

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#NewRelease Spotlight: THE FUNDAMENTAL THEORY OF US, by Alyse Raines

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Available Now!

Publisher: Evernight

Cover: Jay Aheer

Blurb:

Andrew Warren’s future was with the Marines, until an IED took his leg and derailed his career. Now he’s flunking Fundamentals, and he enlists the help of his fellow App State freshman and off-campus neighbor, Sawyer Layne. It’s not just the beautiful blonde’s looks that intrigue him, but the hurt in her eyes.

Sawyer spends her days surrounded by numbers and nights with a bottle of vodka to numb the darkness of her past. Guys like sexy, tattooed Andrew are exactly what Sawyer needs to avoid. Look but don’t touch—that’s the rule. If only his eyes weren’t so blue, and his abs not so chiseled….

When Sawyer resists his brand of charm, Andrew uses every devious tactic he knows to pull her from her shell. Falling in love was never part of the plan.

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Sawyer’s hands slid down his shoulders, past his chest, and back up. She knew what came next, but how to get there was another story entirely. Once again, he read her mind, and, chuckling to himself, kissed a path along her throat, his hands taking a different route to her breasts. His soft lips contrasted with the scruff of his beard, rubbing the skin above her collarbone. Andrew cupped her in his hands, teasing her until a sound like a sigh and moan left her lips that made his breathing quicken.

He lifted his head and smiled. “You like that?”

Sawyer nodded, not trusting her voice.

“Tell me what you want, Sawyer.” He moved his thumb in a slow, soft circle over the tip, making her arch up into his touch. “This?”

Her breath caught as his free hand repeated the action on her other breast. “Yes.” She hissed, rolling her hips into his.

A sexy rumble sounded in Andrew’s chest. She ground herself against his hardness again, and this time, his laugh died away. He lowered his head and caught her lips in a searing kiss while he gripped her hips and thrust his length against her core once, twice. They stayed that way, moving against each other as he kissed and nibbled down her throat to her breasts, until his mouth covered her nipple and teased a cry from her lips. Until every conscious thought dissolved into pressure and blinding white lights and her empty core clenched and pulsed. Until his grip on her hips was almost bruising and he shuddered above her.

Sawyer was lost in him, in the way he made her feel. She shimmied, trying to get him at her entrance. Andrew stilled, resting his forehead on her chest.

“Give me a sec,” he said, his breaths hot on her aching buds.

Her chest heaved. She thought he’d take some time to—well, she didn’t know—before getting the condom. Shit! How could she have been so stupid? Trying to get him inside her without it? She wasn’t on the pill. When she wasn’t having sex at all, birth control hadn’t really crossed her mind all that much.

While her mind raced, Andrew trailed a hand down her belly to her thigh. His fingers danced between her legs and she gasped at the first touch, jerking involuntarily. The intensity of his hands sliding in her folds was somehow more than just his erection. With two fingers, he caressed her sensitive flesh, stoking the flames. Teasing her. She didn’t notice him sliding down her body until she felt his hot breath where his fingers were. She was wet, so wet he slid through her folds with ease. A slow, fierce blush rose from her toes, and she was sure he could see it, even in the dim light.

“God, that’s perfect.” Andrew replaced his fingers with his tongue, making her cry out. “And that, too,” he said with laughter in his voice.

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About the Author:

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Alyse Raines was born in Canada, and now lives in Los Angeles. She writes romance, and her obsessions include vegan cooking, books, tea, sandals, turquoise jewelry, nail polish, and online shopping. Her debut NA contemp romance THE FUNDAMENTAL THEORY OF US is out now from Evernight.

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#NewRelease Spotlight: SPARKS OF BLUE, by Rose Wulf

Hello my lovelies! Thank you so much for having me today!
I’m here this time to talk about my brand new release, Sparks of Blue (Dark Light 2)! I am beyond excited for this particular book and I just know you’re going to love it!
Sparks of Blue
Dark Light series
Erotic paranormal romance
MF
Blurb:
Nearly a century ago warrior angel Kai and Nephilim Belle were lovers. Then he broke her heart and never looked back.
Now Second in Command of the angel armada, Kai knew he was the obvious choice for this long-term mission. And his job was clear: keep Belle and her patient alive. But he wasn’t prepared for the resurgence of old memories and long-ignored feelings. He’ll have to face what he did a hundred years ago if he wants a chance to be back in Belle’s arms…but even then, angels are forbidden from laying with Nephilim. If they were caught, Belle would be executed.
Born a Nephilim, Belle was neither angel nor human. But she was a healer, and she was damned good at it. Her reputation got her noticed by the armada and eventually earned her the title of Master Healer. It also earned her a terrible assignment: save the life – and therefore the soul – of a cursed human…under the protection of her ex-lover. And it turns out the chemistry they’d once shared may have been buried, but it’s a flame that could never burn out.
Excerpt:
            She shoved the frustration of the never-ending struggle to prove herself from her mind as she checked out, doing her best to ignore the obvious flirtation attempt from the man at the desk. He could hardly meet her gaze long enough to smile. But she didn’t care, she just wanted to get out of there. As soon as she was done she moved out of sight, heading for a couple of trees that would make disappearing a little easier.
            “You want me to smite him for you?”
            Kai’s question startled her, as did the sound of his voice coming from behind her, and Belle jumped. “Kai, you scared the crap out of me!” she exclaimed as she turned to face him. His words hit her, then, and she couldn’t stop the tease. “Smite, really?”
            “Seemed appropriate,” Kai said by way of explanation as he stepped into her personal space. Before she could catch her breath at his nearness he’d slipped her bag from her shoulders with one hand and caught her hip with the other. “Stop taking risks,” he added, the order roughened by a distantly familiar thickness to his voice that sent shivers of anticipation down her spine. Before she could process what he was doing he’d tugged her up against his chest and caught her lips in a hard kiss.
            Belle moaned as he plunged his tongue into her mouth, demanding and teasing at the same time. He kissed her like a man starved, winding both arms around her as she kissed him back. Her skin burned beneath his heavy, heated touch and she threaded her fingers through his hair. It was thick and soft, exactly the way she remembered. He rolled his tongue over hers, stroking and sliding, reminding her body of exactly what he was capable of. Heat pooled low in her belly and she leaned into him instinctively.
            For a long, blissful moment it was as if nothing had ever changed between them. The past ninety-plus years never happened. They were just two people with a powerful attraction to each other. They’d never broken up. He hadn’t ripped her heart out and torn it to shreds with his cruel words.
            Except that he had. And that reminder was enough to dampen the flame he’d reignited in her blood. No matter how mindlessly good a kisser he was, no man was worth that. She had more self-respect than to throw herself at someone who could think so little of her.
            Belle pushed back, taking a full step away from him as she fought to catch her breath. Her body rallied against her, remembering all too well the pleasure he could bring, but she held strong. She just hoped he couldn’t see the tears stinging her eyes.
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About Rose:
            Rose Wulf is a giant romance fangirl. Hot, protective, sometimes even downright barbaric heroes and spitfire heroines are her favorites. Rose has been writing for as long as she can remember, and over the years she’s only grown fonder of it. The bonds between characters have always captivated her, and as an author those are Rose’s favorite things to play with – not always to the relief of her fictional babies!
            Behind the scenes Rose is a quiet personality. She enjoys spending her non-writing time with her German Shepherd, Shadow, her mom, and her friends. Be it a fun game of Cards Against Humanity or a relaxing movie night, Rose believes everything is better with company. As for her own romance, she’s still searching for her hero (and hoping that, when she does find him, he’ll be willing to cook!).
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#NewRelease Spotlight: BLOWN, by Rose Wulf

Hello! Thank you for having me!

Today I’m here to talk about my brand-new release, Blown (Elemental 2)!

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Elemental Series, book 2
Paranormal romance
M/F

Blurb:

With enemies that can pull lightning from the sky, it’s probably a bad time to fall in love.

Air elemental Nate Hawke had it bad for his new renter, Madison Price. He should have been staying away, but then it was too late – her place of work was up in flames. So he planted himself at her side, vowing to stand between his enemies and the woman he was falling in love with, come what may.

Madison knew better than to have a thing for her sexy new landlord. She just couldn’t help herself. After her work burned to the ground, leaving her with the battle scars to prove it, she didn’t have much better to do than think about Nate Hawke. She just never imagined what he and his brothers were capable of – or what it might mean if she were to lose him.


Excerpt:

“This was an amazing idea, Nate. Thank you.” It was the truth. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d enjoyed herself as much.
Nate smiled, reaching over and brushing his fingertips lightly along the base of her throat as he leaned down and murmured, “You’re welcome.”
A shiver entirely unrelated to the breeze raced down her spine and Madison swallowed heavily. Her skin tingled beneath his feather-light touch as his warm breath fanned over her ear, and she doubted any woman would begrudge her such reflexes. She leaned back, into his touch, and shifted so that she could reach over and loosely grasp the collar of his shirt as she tugged him closer. He leaned in willingly, and this time when their lips met there was no hesitation. After a lingering moment, his tongue slipped out and trailed along her lower lip before sweeping into her mouth.
Her hand released his collar, sliding up his toned chest and curving around his shoulders until she could tangle it in his loose, dark hair. His hand tightened slightly over the nape of her neck, his fingers massaging the skin, as his other hand landed on her hip and hauled her up against his chest. His tongue slid along hers, more interested in the sensual dance than the exploration that awaited him, and Madison’s other hand lifted to curl into the side of his shirt. She hadn’t expected his kiss to awaken her senses quite so thoroughly, but she couldn’t deny that it had.
He rolled his tongue over hers one more time, letting the motion linger, before pulling away.
Madison dragged in a deep breath, her own hold on him relaxing, and she slowly offered him a small, appreciative smile.
He swallowed as he pulled his hands from her and asked, “So … ready to keep going?”
She nodded, taking a moment to find her own voice. “Can I borrow your phone? I want to take one more picture before we move on.” She also needed to catch her breath. She wanted to enjoy the environment as much as the man sharing it with her and, at the moment, her instincts were to focus mostly on enjoying him.
His lips twitched and he tugged the camera out of his pocket. “Sure.” He handed it over before adding, “I’ll just clean up while you’re doing that.”
“Okay,” she said, smiling again as she pushed to her feet.
Madison moved closer to the edge of the cliff, wanting a picture of the clearing from the other side, and secretly glad that she would get at least one shot with Nate in it. And maybe she’d take a shot of the rocky shore that was surely far beneath them, too. But before she did either, she decided, she was going to shed her jacket. She had cooled down for the moment, but she knew that what was left of the hike would keep her temperature high enough without the fabric. So she dropped the phone in her jeans pocket and shrugged out of the coat as her gaze glided across the surface of the water before her.
She was too distracted to register the shifting of the ground beneath her feet at first, and when she shifted her weight to tug her arm free of the remaining sleeve, it was too late. The ground beneath her seemed to give, sinking slightly, before cracking and crumbling away entirely. The surface of the cliff arched out over open air, and there simply wasn’t enough to support her weight.
For a moment, Madison’s eyes widened and her heart stopped as she felt herself begin to fall. And then an instinctive cry tore from her lips as she attempted to spin around and throw herself backwards. She succeeded only in losing what was left of her footing and finding herself in free fall.


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About Rose:
            Rose Wulf is a giant romance fangirl. Hot, protective, sometimes even downright barbaric heroes and spitfire heroines are her favorites. Rose has been writing for as long as she can remember, and over the years she’s only grown fonder of it. The bonds between characters have always captivated her, and as an author those are Rose’s favorite things to play with – not always to the relief of her fictional babies!
            Behind the scenes Rose is a quiet personality. She enjoys spending her non-writing time with her German Shepherd, Shadow, her mom, and her friends. Be it a fun game of Cards Against Humanity or a relaxing movie night, Rose believes everything is better with company. As for her own romance, she’s still searching for her hero (and hoping that, when she does find him, he’ll be willing to cook!).
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#NewRelease spotlight: PRECIOUS CARGO, by Sarah Marsh

Precious Cargo

By Sarah Marsh

@SM_fiction @evernightpub #preciouscargo

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**Available for purchase now!**

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

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Blurb

 

What would you do if you woke to find yourself confronted with an entirely new universe? Alison Baker deals with it the best way she knows how, one day at a time.

Alison wakes in the midst of a nightmare, complete with monsters included. She winds up being rescued by three alien males but when it comes to her future she’ll need to learn to open up her mind and her heart if she hopes to survive the virus that her kidnappers infected her with.

Clan Drogan are quite content with their lives and careers, when their ship gets attacked by pirates and they are forced to protect themselves, their spoils of war come in the most unexpected of packages. They’ve never met any female like Ali before, and her sweet and caring nature draws them to her like a moth to a flame. But they have commitments of their own when it comes to their future, will the three of them be able to decide once and for all if their intended mate back home is the right one for them? Or will they follow their instincts and see where their attraction to Alison leads?

Ali knows that Conn, Kal, and Tannen are meant for another woman, but she can’t seem to help herself when it comes to falling for the three charming men. They introduce her to pleasures she’s never even imagined; how could just a taste ever really be enough? When they finally arrive on the men’s home planet of Dolak, she sees first hand that her competition for their hearts is fierce and not about to go away quietly.

Will she find the strength to stand up and fight for what she wants?

 


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Adult Excerpt

 

Kal had been trying all morning to get some work done, but his mind kept wandering back to delectable little Ali, and eventually he just quit what he was doing and went to track down her and Conn to see what they had gotten up to. He certainly hadn’t been expecting to find what he had when he’d walked into the observatory, but the sight of the two of them half naked, kissing on the couch brought his cock to full attention in a matter of seconds.

“I see I’ve arrived just in the nick of time.” Kal smiled as he walked up to the couple and ran a finger gently along Alison’s flushed cheek. “Is there room for one more?”

He loved the way her blush got brighter as she bit her lip and nodded yes to him. Conn lifted his head from nibbling on her neck, and Kal slowly leaned in to take the other man’s mouth in a sultry, deep kiss. Alison’s breathing became even more rapid and her eyes went heavy with lust as she took in the scene before her.

Kal had his suspicions that Ali would enjoy seeing him with Conn and Tannen, and it seemed he was correct. The aroma of her desire was filling the room, causing their own pheromones to increase in return. Their sweet little Alison couldn’t have been a better match for them if she’d come straight from their wildest fantasies. It seemed that his plan to convince his two bond mates of that fact was coming to fruition without much interference from him at all. He stopped for a moment to watch as Conn continued to grind himself against the woman below him, drawing sweet whimpers from her lips.

“Get naked and get over here,” Conn said to him after he broke the kiss, and returned to torment Alison with kisses on her neck as Kal rounded the couch and began to undress.

Just as last night, Kal could feel her eyes roaming over his skin as he took off his clothes, and a thrill went through him at the thought that she admired what most of his people saw as a defect. The only other two beings in his life that had ever looked at him that way were Tannen and Conn, and once he’d found them, he’d vowed never to let them go.

Kal loved the sound of her gasp as he took his briefs off along with his pants this time, revealing his long, hard cock that was aching for both her and his Captain.

“Isn’t he beautiful?” Conn whispered in her ear, as they both watched Kal undress, with rapt desire. “It always takes my breath away to see the contrast of his skin against my own.”

Ali looked from one to the other, a slow smile forming on her beautiful lips, and Kal could only hope that she was imagining them entwined in each other’s arms.

“He is,” she finally agreed on a sigh, as Kal finished and moved towards them.

Conn finally released her arms, only to move his hands down her torso, and he began to slowly raise the shirt that had been covering her.

“May I?” Conn asked, looking deep into her eyes for permission to remove the barrier.

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Alison was so enthralled by the directness of his gaze that she simply nodded in agreement, biting her lip again once the shirt was removed and she was naked to them.

“Ah, no biting, lovely. That’s our job now,” Kal said as his eyes dropped to her mouth and he knelt in front of them both. “I’ve been dreaming about these lips.”

By the time he leaned in and pressed his soft mouth against hers, she could no longer hold back. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for a deep kiss. He seemed to be surprised at first, but then she felt his hands move down to caress her aching breasts and he returned her kiss with exactly the passion and heat she was craving.

“You two are so sexy together,” Conn said as he claimed one of her breasts with his mouth, sucking her nipple deep into his warmth.

She could feel his still-covered cock lightly rubbing back and forth against her pussy. To have the both of them touching her at the same time was scrambling her senses with sensation overload. The harder Kal kissed her, the more Alison felt as though she wanted to crawl right into him, and she couldn’t help but slide her hands into his wavy dark hair to pull him closer. She felt her nails dig into his skin, but all she could do was moan and suck at his tongue wanting everything he had to give.

Kal pulled away, and Ali was bereft at the sudden loss of contact. When she opened her eyes and looked up both men were staring at her with such a look of hunger it took her breath away.

“Why did you stop?” she asked desperately, panting hard.

“Gods, Ali, you could burn me alive,” Kal said in a low growl. “Why don’t we help our Captain out of his pants?”

Ali watched as Kal knelt on the couch behind Conn and began to nibble and lick on the other man’s neck, causing Conn to moan, his head falling back in pleasure. Kal took one of Alison’s hands in his own and slowly brought it down to caress his bond mate’s chest and stomach until finally they found the closure to his pants and released it. Conn groaned loudly when both Ali and Kal’s hands reached inside and found his long, hard cock and stroked it together.

“Are you two trying to kill me?” Conn growled as he opened his eyes and looked down at their combined fingers gliding over his hard flesh.

Alison looked down at Conn kneeling between her thighs, his dark skin such a lovely contrast with Kal’s silver arms around him and the pale cream of her own hand wrapped tightly around his thick shaft. Their skin was a slightly different texture than hers. It was almost like a soft velvet, and she couldn’t stop wanting to roll her entire naked body against them both.

The pleasure was so decadent, she almost felt high just from touching them, especially with their combined scents playing at her senses.

“You need to take the pants off, Conn,” she said, tightening her grip on his cock and stroking it slowly, gratified to see a small bead of moisture collect at the tip.

“As you wish, my lady,” Conn said, before leaning forward to kiss her and then climbing off the couch to remove the last of his clothes, leaving him just as naked as she and Kal.

Alison was distracted watching the thick muscles of Conn’s well-toned body as he stood back up, and then she felt Kal’s hands move along her thighs and open her legs further as Conn laughed out loud.

“You bastard!” Conn teased. “I knew you would steal my spot!”

 

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About Sarah Marsh

 

Sarah Marsh was born in British Columbia where she still lives, she has only recently began her writing career finding it the perfect outlet for taking the edge off a nine to five office job. She’s been a science fiction and romance junkie for years and when her imagination started to take the characters she’d read about even further in their adventures she decided to try writing something of her own.

Sarah’s also a former pastry chef and spends a lot of time cooking and baking for friends and family as well as painting and knitting. Her biggest weaknesses are animals of any kind…she even loves the ones that wake you up at four in the morning because they can almost see the bottom of their food dish.

When it comes to life in general she’s a big believer that laughter is the best medicine and that there’s no such thing as too much love, which is why she’s such a sucker for a happy ending.

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#NewRelease Spotlight: LEAVE ME BREATHLESS, by Elodie Parkes

Leave me Breathless
Erotic romance/Romantic erotica
Elodie Parkes
Evernight Publishing

 

Dishy Seth
Callahan relocates one of his business offices to a pretty Louisiana town. He’s lonely and discovers an emptiness inside him he just can’t fill … that is until he starts his house parties, where he fills the hollow with sultry encounters. 
Four years later, his house parties attract lonely people looking for sensual comfort from far and wide. 
Rosanna Pyne arrives in town seeking solace after a bad relationship, and her neighbors take
her to one of Seth’s parties.
Seth notices her right away. He approaches her, but Rosanna backs away from Seth’s steamy
advances. Seth falls into fantasizing in a most erotic way about the lovely Rosanna until one night she makes a move on him.
Rosanna is looking for someone to love her. Is there any chance it might be Seth? An erotic
romance with HEA to make your summer sizzle

 

Visiting today we have Seth Callahan from the new Evernight Publishing erotic romance release, Leave me Breathless.
 
Hi Seth, thanks for coming along to the blog today!
 
Hi, thank you for inviting me. I have to say it’s a little embarrassing seeing my story published, although it’s great too.
 
What’s embarrassing about it?
 
Well, without giving too much away, the way I fantasize about Rosanna before we really get together is unusual, I think…
 
Okay, so, Seth, tell us something about Rosanna, and why you fantasize about her.
 
She’s pretty, intelligent, she has her own business, designing wedding dresses, bridesmaids dresses and stuff. She’s sexy and strong. It took me ages to get her to live with me and agree to marry me… (smiles) that’s maybe a spoiler, I should be quiet. Why do I fantasize about her, well, I guess I fall for her right from the start, but mostly she turns me on … more than I’ve ever felt before.
 
What are the house parties, mysteriously referred to in the book blurb?
 
Well now, they’re parties where people can meet and have sex. I mean … not necessarily sex per se, but flirt, make out … there’s only one way to understand and that’s to read the story. (smiles)
 
A sex club, then? (He stares at me intently for a moment with his gorgeous blue eyes.)
 
Yeah I guess so. (Now he’s smiling again)
 
Okay let’s have some quick questions.
 
What’s your favorite, jeans, or a suit?
 
I wear suits and jeans. I don’t have a favorite because I have some cool suits for work and some great faded denims that I throw on when I’m not working. It took me a while to get those jeans
just the way I like them, ripped and faded. Rosanna especially likes the tear in the upper thigh part.
 
Do you ever go commando?
 
(He grins and his eyes twinkle) Er, yes, sometimes in my favorite jeans, the ones I just described.
 
Do you like making love with the lights off or on?
 
Both, either, it depends … Rosanna likes candlelight (He smiles)
 
Coffee or Cola?
 
Has to be coffee. Are you offering me a cup … I didn’t get breakfast …
 
In bed, toys or no toys? (Okay, he’s laughing now.)
 
The answer’s the same as lights on or off, both depending on the situation. I seriously need coffee now.
 
What can we expect to read when you fantasize about Rosanna?
 
Hell, that’s kinda personal, but sex and what I want to do to Rosanna, or with her, mostly. Let’s just say it’s hot as hell male fantasy stuff because by the time we do get together I’m desperate
for her. The story has a happy ever after, I mean—I love her.
 
Thank you for being here today. We’ll get some coffee now …
 
Thank you for inviting me. I hope you enjoy Rosanna and my love story.
 


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She molded her body to his, returning his kiss with so much hunger and passion, Seth moved
a hand along her back to cup her ass and ram his aching cock on her stomach. He kissed her toward one side of the room, and with each kiss, she moaned low, clinging to him, her arms pushed up around his neck. He picked her up and jammed her against the wall.
 
She lifted her legs to circle his hips. The hem of her dress rose and fell away on each
side of her hips in a slick of silk.
 
Seth pressed between her thighs. The warmth from her pussy penetrated his suit pants and
made his cock leak. He thrust his hips in long, slow, movements, plundering her mouth with his tongue. His heart pounded and he drifted in a haze of such desperate desire that he broke the stream of kisses to whisper against her lips. “Come with me to a private place. This is killing me. I need to fuck you. I have to fuck you. I want my tongue in your cunt and then my cock pounding
into you. I want you coming on me moaning. I want us fucking and coming over and over, until we can’t stand up.”
 
Rosanna pushed against his chest with her palms and slid her legs to the floor. She
slipped her arms around Seth’s waist and leaned her head against his chest. 
Her softly
voiced words tore into his lust-fogged mind. 
“I’ve made a mistake. I don’t think I can do this … not … not right now … when I’ve only just met you.”
 
Seth stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. His cock was painfully hard, and
disappointment washed his haze of lust away. 
“It’s okay, but just so you understand about this club. That’s what we do here in the house parties. We come here so that we can have sex without knowing each other.” He lifted her face tenderly with a hand under her jaw and kissed her softly. “Your friends should have told you that.”
 
He moved away from her gently so that she wouldn’t think he was angry. He turned and
walked away. Nothing had ever felt like the kisses he’d shared with Rosanna. He’d never experienced such intense desire. It wasn’t just the urgent need to fuck and come, but an overwhelming need to kiss every part of her body, to trail his fingers over every inch of her skin, please and tease her, love her until she knew she was loved. Seth sighed despondently at the nature of his desire. This was unexpected. He wove through the room full of people to the
front door.
 
©Elodie Parkes 2016,
Evernight Publishing
About Elodie:
I’m a writer
who is in love with happy endings, currently based in southern UK.
I love: music, art, flowers, trees, the ocean. I work with antiques by day and words by
night. Like a vampire, darkness is my friend, that’s when the silence is only
broken by an occasional hoot of owls in the woodlands opposite my home, and I
write.
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