#NewRelease Spotlight: WHERE THE HEART BELONGS, by Iyana Jenna

Released as a part of Forbidden Love line from Torquere Press, Where the Heart Belongs tells the story of two brothers Zach and Drew with their unnatural relationship. When something terrible happens to Zach, an African American FBI Agent, Eugene Harris comes into the picture adding more complications. This is #1 of the Triangle Series.

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Where the Heart Belongs

By: Iyana Jenna
Published By: Torquere Press
Published: Feb 03, 2016
Word Count: 8,200
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Blurb

His brother slash boyfriend, Drew is leaving him. It makes Zach unaware of his surrounding and a hate-crime psycho takes him off guard. He is kidnapped and tortured. Zach is saved by the FBI and as a surviving witness, he is brought to stay with FBI Agent Eugene Harris.

Gradually, Eugene gets to know Zach. He should have been disgusted, but instead, all he wants is comfort Zach.

Will Zach accept that Drew is not coming back? Will Eugene finally have the gut to tell Zach how he feels?

 

Excerpt

“Come with me, Zach.”

“Hush…” Zach whispered. He wanted to treasure the moment as much as he could but it was him who pulled back first. “Let’s go,” he said harshly. “You will miss your bus.” His heart bled at how Drew stared at him in confusion, hurt in his eyes. But he knew he had to let go now or he would never be able to.

He helped Drew with his bags and grasped Drew’s jacket sleeve, hugging him tight and kissing him again, not caring who might be watching. Drew clung onto him just like he used to during those cold nights whenever they were alone in a motel room, and squeezed him for the last time, pulling back. Their eyes met.

“I’ll come back for you.”

Long after the bus was gone, Zach was still standing at the bus station, his heart heavy. Drew was his brother and his lover. Zach realized the unnatural nature of their relationship, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. They only had each other in their lives.

Zach remembered one night. He had been nine at that time and Drew had been five. Rain had been pouring down the Earth for like hours now but there was no sign of stopping from the sound of it. Zach shot a wary gaze to the wide window and the thin lacey curtains covering it—a useless thing in his humble opinion—they could not stop him and Drew from staring right through the rain, let alone from the thunder and lightning that cracked almost every five minutes.

Alone only with little Drew in their small apartment—their father had yet to return, Zach did not dare shut his eyes even for a second. Not in this weather. Not when closing his eyes meant letting Drew out of his sight, although the kid was curled up right here with him, never far from his embrace.

 

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Book Title: The Secret of Obedience
Author: Liv Rancourt
Genre: M/M romance
Release Date: November 30, 2015
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Book Blurb

Can a jock find love with a hot little hipster? Opposites attract, but secrets divide.

Ronnie Durand is a country boy who transfers to the University of Washington after two years at Central. He’ll have to give up playing football, though finishing his education at a major university in Seattle – and being out and proud without having to look over his shoulder – makes the sacrifice worthwhile.

But finding friends at a huge school is tough, especially when the hottest guy Ronnie meets makes him doubt his own sanity.

Sang’s been on his own a long time. He’s only a couple steps away from living on the street, and he’s got dreams so big they don’t leave space for a steady boyfriend. Then he meets Ronnie, who just might be strong enough to break through his barriers….as long as Sang lets him in on one big secret.

excerpt

Vietnamese cooking…

It’s warm enough for shorts and a t-shirt, and the campus is relatively quiet except for a handful of die-hard election enthusiasts who are still passing out flyers in front of the HUB. I ignore the idiots pushing their anti-gay marriage agenda, and sidestep the fans of Senator Whozit. My freakishly liberal mother married a small town Republican, so I grew up taking the fifth on political stuff, more of an agnostic than an actual atheist. I pretty much can’t open my mouth without being accused of siding with one of them, so I keep it shut.

But I do grab a pamphlet explaining why marijuana should be legal, because duh.

The Ave is busier than the campus, mostly with college kids wandering through the pizza places to the used book stores to the faded pubs. A steady stream of cars rolls past, blunting the crisp fall air with exhaust. I’m about to duck into the College Inn Pub when Sang comes around the corner of 40th St.

Sang.

Surprise hits me harder than the coffee I had for breakfast, fading to a rock-hard blast of desire. His long hair is twisted into a bun and secured with a pair of glossy black sticks. His faded gray tunic hits him about mid-thigh, his legs are bare, and he’s wearing a beat-up pair of Dr. Martens and a long feathered earring. Maybe I’m weird, but I want him in all his freaky, funky beauty.

I cross my arms and wait. There’s no place for him to go except right past me. Across the street, someone bursts out cursing and a driver lays on their car’s horn. I glance over. No blood. I glance back. No Sang. Dammit. There’s only one store between me and where I saw him last, and it’s one of those one-off Asian places where the window’s crowded with candies and porcelain bowls and small brass Buddhas. Nowhere else he could have gone, so I push through the door.

The light is much dimmer than outside, and it takes me a minute to adjust. I catch a flash of white in the corner, Sang’s feather. He’s contemplating a display of colored packages, but all the labels are in some other language, so I don’t know what they are. I walk up behind him, close enough to pick up his unique scent through the store’s incense and sesame oil smell.

“Don’t crowd me, Sugar Cookie.” He doesn’t turn around.

Right. I take another step, close enough for the hem of his skirt to brush against my shorts.

He spins around and puts his hand on my chest. “What are you doing?” He sounds indignant, but his eyes are laughing.

And his smile strips me bare.

“I was thinking about grabbing a beer next door.” I flick the feather with my index finger. “Wanna join me?”

His smile softens, and he tugs my hand away from his earring, lacing our fingers together. “I’m sorry, baby. I can’t. I’m working today.”

“What are you doing? Do you live down here?” So many questions. Finding him on The Ave pretty much convinces me his “I don’t go to UW” line is bullshit.

He brushes my knuckles against his cheek. “I wish I had time to play.” He spins back around. “I’m just grabbing something quick for lunch.”

Frustration forces me back a little. “Okay well, maybe I should grab something, too. The Husky game starts in about an hour.”

“Are you going to watch the Seahawks tomorrow?” He slides a glance over his shoulder and flicks his fingers so I can see his team-colors manicure.

I almost say “only if you’ll watch it with me”, but I don’t want to get shot down again. “Yeah, if I get my homework done.”

“Good. They’re playing Denver, you know, and I hate the Broncos.”

Talking football with my favorite freak surrounded by a store full of Made In China is a little surreal. My head’s pretty spun when he grabs a bag off the rack and shoves it at me.

“Here,” he says, grinning so hard he’s almost giving himself a dimple. “You need some of this.”

The bag is full of little brown balls about the size of peas. “What is it?”

“Bap chien gion. Like corn nuts.”

He’s still digging through the racks, flipping from package to package. “This one, too.” He tosses something back at me.

I do my best to read the label. “Moot dow tai.”

“Mut dau tay.” He echoes me, but the words sound nothing like mine.

“Is this Chinese or something?”

He gives me an exasperated look over his shoulder and twitches his ass so it bumps against my thighs. “Vietnamese, Cookie.”

I feel sorta stupid. I’ve never met anyone from Vietnam before. Still holding the last package he’s handed me, I ask “What are these red things?”

“Strawberry candy. I love them.”

Might be a weird combination with the beer I’d been planning to drink during the Husky game, but I don’t want to offend him a second time. If I even offended him the first time. It’s hard to tell. His energy is as changeable as a river when there are clouds overhead, sometimes sparkling but other times dark as pitch.

“This one’s good, too. Hat sen sey kho. Fried lotus seeds.” He spins, hands it to me, too close, making it hard for me to breathe. He grabs a couple more for himself and steps up until he’s pressed against me. “Come on, Cookie. Get out of the way so I can pay for this.” He snuggles his nose against my chest, humming so I can feel the vibration in my sternum.

“I gotta get back to work.” His body and his mouth are saying such completely different things that I can’t move, don’t know how to respond. After a moment he sighs and steps around me. “If I go out tonight, it won’t be until very late. I have to work.”

Hope and disappointment have an MMA bout in my gut. “Don’t know if I’ll go out at all.”

“Maybe I’ll see you next week some time, then.”

Hope gets the upper hand. “Will you?”

“What?” His feather flutters in a sudden breeze.

“See me next week?”

“If you get very, very lucky.” He slides some cash to the shriveled old woman behind the register. She speaks to him in Vietnamese, and he laughs and answers back. Then he’s gone, but when I go to pay for the snacks he’s chosen for me, I find out he already did.

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I write romance: m/f, m/m, and v/h, where the h is for human and the v is for vampire…or sometimes demon, and I lean more towards funny than angst. When I’m not writing I take care of tiny premature babies or teenagers, depending on whether I’m at home or at work. My husband is a soul of patience, my dog’s cuteness is legendary, and we share the homestead with three ferrets. Who steal things. Because they’re brats.

I can be found on-line at all hours of the day and night at my website & blog (www.liv-rancourt.blogspot.com), on Facebook (www.facebook.com/liv.rancourt), or on Twitter (www.twitter.com/LivRancourt). Come find me. We’ll have fun!

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#NewRelease Spotlight: CHARACTER OBSESSION, by Iyana Jenna

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Thank you so much for having me on your blog today. I visited with my re-released title, Character Obsession. It was published by my publisher, Breathless Press, but they were closed some time ago. I am so grateful that Evernight adopted this story. I was so happy with some additional parts suggested by my editor here in Evernight. I think they were a great idea!

Title: Character Obsession

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Genre: MM Contemporary Romance

Word count: 14,800

Heat Level: 3

Blurb:

Chase Riley, a Hollywood actor, is kidnapped. One of the abductors, Luke Nelson, is delusional and thinks that Chase is Elliot, the character Chase plays in his procedural cop series on TV. Luke plans to replay what happened to Elliot on the show with Chase. The worse thing is that Luke gets help from his father who seems to be as crazy as his son. 

Chase’s boyfriend, co-actor Aidan Buffett, is on a trip with his sister when Chase is abducted. He grows worried when his call to Chase goes unanswered. Will he ever see his boyfriend again?

This is a previously published work. It has been edited for Evernight Publishing.

Be Warned: m/m sex

Excerpt:

Chase’s mind whirled and before he thought of anything else, he grabbed the door and threw himself out—or so he thought. The man was faster. A lot faster. He seized Chase by his jacket and just—stabbed him in his side. Chase caught his breath, and for some time he didn’t realize what happened. He sucked in a breath and whimpered when the guy yanked the knife out none too gently. Chase felt his world darken so he didn’t notice when the man slipped out of the car, came to be at the driver’s door, and wrenched him out from behind the steering wheel. As his breathing turned labored, Chase grappled at the source of the pain on his side and winced as he grasped it.

“Come on. Move.” The guy grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed Chase in front of him.

Chase swayed in the man’s clutches, but he pulled himself up as he controlled his breath.

Chase attempted to plant his feet as he was dragged up the stairs, but the pain had become too much and he could only comply. At one time the man rested him against the wall, took off his sunglasses, and pulled down his jacket hood, revealing himself. Chase gasped. The man was practically the mirror image of that Bob Nelson he met earlier at the diner, only rounder and much sturdier. And also a lot younger. What worried Chase was this man took off his disguise and didn’t seem too concerned he could recognize him. Not like Chase would be able to escape him and go to the cops, anyway. He was too sluggish to even move. They’d come in the back door, but not much attention was given to them by those at the front desk. Chase suspected that the man had stayed in the hotel long enough that he’d become just another familiar face.

The man’s grip tighten around his arm, but Chase kept his glare toward the receptionist in an attempt to get his attention—which failed totally—for the guy kept his head down. As his abductor dragged him toward the elevator, Chase palmed his side and lifted his hand with dread. It was damp and deep red with blood.

“Don’t do anything you’re going to regret,” the guy whispered to his ear as they got into the elevator, which, to Chase’s dismay, was empty. “I don’t want to have to kill you, Elliot. I love you.”

Chase turned cold at the mention of his character’s name. “I’m not Elliot,” he choked out. “I’m Chase.”

“Hush.” The man pulled Chase’s back against him, wrapping his long, muscled arm around Chase’s shoulders, waving the knife before Chase’s eyes.

Chase began to tremble.

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About Iyana

Reading, watching movies, and being unable to find exactly the thing she wanted to read have led Iyana to write her own stories, mostly about man-on-man romance that has fascinated her since as early as the Starsky and Hutch era. Teaching and writing English course books during the day, Iyana spend her nights mostly dreaming of love stories between two men who are protective toward each other.

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#NewRelease Spotlight: POMEGRANATE, by Erzabet Bishop

Blurb:
What if everything you thought you knew was a lie?
Crafting spells, running her shop, and hanging with her
lover, Hayden, was all Persephone Carraway wanted out of life. The future was
filled with endless possibilities as long as it was with the girl of her
dreams. But Hayden has a secret and, it turns out, so does Persephone.
One night in the Underworld will change things forever…
Demi, Persephone’s mother has developed a designer
pomegranate, infusing it with her daughter’s blood. A single act of betrayal
will craft war with the old gods and the Fae, leaving destruction in its wake.
Persephone is drawn into a web of myth and magick where nothing is at it seems,
even herself.
Myth. Magic. Pomegranates…
Facts:
Genre- Lesbian fantasy, paranormal, twisted myth, romance,
BDSM
Pages-64
Pairing: f/f
Series-Myth and Magic #1
Published: October 9, 2015
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Audiobook: upcoming
Buy Links:
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Excerpt:
Persephone took a breath. Her mouth was dry and her skin
slick with sweat. She was thirsty. So thirsty. Her eyes wouldn’t focus, and her
heart was racing.
“You look like you could use this.” A woman in a black mask
and unbuttoned tux jacket approached, holding out a bottle of water. The white
dress shirt was halfway open, straining against her breasts. Every movement
tugged against the soft flesh, hinting at the bounty buried beneath the fabric.
Vest unbuttoned over leather pants and kickass boots, she made Persephone’s
breath catch in her throat. The woman’s black hair was slicked back into a
tight bun, her red lips plump and succulent.
Hands shaking, Persephone took the bottle. “Thank you.” What
is wrong with me?”
“This is your first rave, I take it?”
“Yes.” She drank the cool water, each swallow bringing her
more clarity. Soon the bottle was drained and dangled empty in her grasp.
“It can be a little much when they turn on the purple wave.
Here. Sit.” The masked woman led her to a chair. Large and white, it faced an
enormous fireplace. Green fire burned within. Persephone fell into the chair,
her dress spilling around her. She watched the green fire dance, marveling at
the images unfolding. Her mind was still muzzy but she saw…no….
“Faces…there are faces,” she gasped, trying to push
herself up from the chair.
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About the author:
Erzabet Bishop is an award winning author who loves to write
naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Dinner Date, Crave,The Science
of Lust, Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark
(upcoming 2016),The Devil’s Due (upcoming 2016), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted
Paddle Emporium (upcoming 2016),Tethered, Sigil Fire, Glitter Lust (upcoming
2016), Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The
Black Magic Café, Fantasies in Red, Sweet Seductions: The Erzabet Bishop
Collection, Holiday Cruise, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts: Jess, Temptation
Resorts: Marnie, Taming the Beast, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires,
Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many
anthologies. Erzabet has been a finalist in the GCLS awards for 2014 and 2015.
She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found
lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects
and watch monster movies. When she isn’t writing, she loves to review music and
books.
Follow her reviews and posts on Twitter @erzabetbishop.
Links:
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#NewRelease Spotlight: SUNSHINE AND LOVE, by Doris O’Connor @mamad8

Today I welcome my buddy Doris O’Connor. She’s got a fabulous new release I’m so excited about! I can’t wait to read this!!

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Thanks so much for having me on your blog with my new release Sunshine and Love. Like all of the MM stories I’ve written so far this one took me by surprise.
 
I’d found a yummy man candy pic to share with my reader group the RavDor Chicks. This hunk to be precise.
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I wondered what hero he might be, and in our ensuing brainstorming session we came up with the following. He was a Dom, struggling with who he was. A single dad in need of a nanny. Oh and wouldn’t it be cool if this was a MM….
 
That’s all it took for my muse to sit up, rub her hands in glee, and force my fingers to the keyboard. Sunshine and Love was born, and I had oodles of fun, and also shed a tear or two in the writing of this story. Hopefully, you lovely readers will go through the same emotions.
 
As an aside, if you’ve read Under his Boss, you will also recognise a few familiar names, as they make an appearance in this story. J
 
Now, to quote Jordan…Sunshine and Love is all you need….
 
 
Blurb:
He needs a nanny not a submissive…

Aaron Gibson is struggling with his many hats—single dad, business owner, Dom. His desperate search for a suitable nanny for his daughter Sunshine grinds to a halt when Jordan Carole walks into his office.

This inked biker is certainly not your ordinary kind of nanny, but the man’s instant rapport with his daughter convinces Aaron that Jordan is perfect for the job. All Aaron has to do is keep his hands off his nanny—simple, right?

Well, it would be if the two men could ignore the combustible, sexual tension between them. Jordan wants nothing more than to be allowed to take care of his new boss and his adorable baby.

If only he could convince the stubborn man that Sunshine and Love is all they need.

Story Excerpt:

Aaron swiped the unwelcome tears off his face and hugged the precious bundle in his arms tighter.
“Sorry, kiddo, it’s just you, me and Auntie Kenna now.” His daughter screwed up her little button nose, as though she was disgusted with that idea, and Aaron laughed.
“Yeah, I know, not the most appealing process, is it baby girl?”
“I don’t know, that depends on your view point.” The deep gravelly voice with the hint of an accent he couldn’t place shook Aaron out of his morose thoughts, and he spun round to face the intruder to his office. He was all ready to give him
a piece of his mind, but the words stuck to the roof of his mouth, when he took in the new arrival.
At least six foot three of lean muscle, the stranger smiled at him. The action exposed enticing dimples in his hard jaw. It was the incongruous sight of this man holding Sunshine’s bottle in one hand, and a motorbike helmet in the other,  however, that really got to Aaron.
The biker put down his helmet, shrugged out of his jacket, and taking the lid of Sunshine’s bottle, tipped it to test the temperature of her feed on his wrist. The action exposed the swirling designs of this man’s ink, and his biceps flexed as he ran a hand through his straggly brown hair, and then took a step toward Aaron.
“Hope you don’t mind, but I was waiting outside and couldn’t help but overhear. As your assistant was busy showing the so called nanny out, I took the liberty of finishing off the baby’s bottle. If you hand her over, I’ll feed her. The way she’s sucking on that fist, she’ll erupt any minute now, and knowing babies, we won’t be able to hear ourselves think, let alone try and have a conversation, Sir.”
The unexpected intonation on the title further caught Aaron off guard, and he handed Sunshine over without protest, when the biker stepped so close that his scent invaded Aaron’s nostrils. Sunshine, leather, oil, and that unmistakable aroma of virile man that meant most of Aaron’s blood shot south, and his dick sat up and took notice. A most unwelcome  development, considering where they were, and the fact that this man was currently feeding little Sunshine with a
practiced ease that spoke of years of experience.
“Right, yes, and you are?” he asked. The biker flashed him another quick grin, before he dropped his gaze to Aaron’s collarbone and kept it there. The inherently submissive tell meant that Aaron grew hard as nails, and clearing his throat, Aaron sought refuge behind his desk to hide his body’s reaction to this man. He gestured to the chair opposite for biker man to sit down, and after another quick glance up the stranger did so.
“Jordan Carole, and your four o’clock appointment, I believe. At least that’s when Kenna said I should come here,” he said. “I was waiting my turn when everything seemed to kick off, and pardon me saying, Sir, I’m mighty glad you kicked that
sorry excuse of a nanny out of here. Fancy wanting to put a newborn on a feeding schedule, let alone a preemie. The daftest thing I ever did hear.”
He glanced up again, rewarding Aaron with a glimpse of warm, amber eyes, which crinkled up into laughter lines. This was a man who smiled easily, and despite appearances clearly knew what he was doing, if the contented sucking noises coming from Sunshine were anything to go by.
“Quite so.” Aaron said, and Jordan smiled, put the bottle on the desk, and lifted the baby up to wind her.
“She doesn’t wind easily.” His daughter called Aaron a liar, when she immediately gave a huge burp, and Aaron shook his head in amazement.
“How the hell did you do that? It takes me hours to get her to burp, let alone take a freaking bottle, and then the minute we’re finished she wants another one.”
“Ah, can’t tell you that, Sir. Trade secret, see.”
Jordan Carole winked at him, and then turned his attention back to Sunshine.
“Like I said I couldn’t help but overhear your earlier exchange, and if you’re looking for a more holistic approach to bringing up your daughter, than I’m your man, so to speak.”
Aaron groaned under his breath at the erotic images that immediately assaulted his brain at those innocent enough words, and he picked up the stack of CVs on his desk. Anything to take his mind out of the gutter. Sure enough there on the
top, sat the CV of one Carole, Jordan. He’d assumed the applicant was a woman, not one prime specimen of male hunk that reminded Aaron of how long it had been since he’d last had sex. Way before Sunshine’s mum Hope had found the first
lump, that’s for sure. She’d been just eight weeks into her much wanted pregnancy then.
Aaron cleared his throat to get rid of the lump of emotion lodged in his throat, and when he looked up it was to find Jordan watching him.
“I’m truly sorry for your loss. Kenna filled me in on the details, and as I’m available right now, she thought I might be the solution you’re looking for. As you can see I have plenty of experience, and I would be more than happy to serve you … I mean your daughter, Sir.”

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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, 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.

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#NewRelease Spotlight: THE SEA WIFE by Naomi Clark

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It’s probably no secret that I love shapeshifters, but normally I stick with werewolves. What can I say, I’m a traditionalist when it comes to these things! For THE SEA WIFE though, I branched out. It’s impossible to be a fan of folklore and mythology and not know about selkies. There are loads of different stories surrounding these seal shifters, but I think probably the best-known is the idea that, if a man steals a seal-woman’s skin, she’s trapped and forced to become his wife. It’s a sad story, but then, romantic tragedy seems to be a key element of selkie lore.

In THE SEA WIFE, I wanted to play on that element, but hopefully you won’t find Charley and Nessa’s story too sad! I like a little hope and happiness in my love stories after all!

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Charley and Nessa are from two different worlds. Nessa is a selkie and Charley is all too human. When selkies and humans fall in love, tragedy can follow. For Charley and Nessa, that never seems to matter when they’re together. But when Nessa’s seal skin is stolen, the lovers uncover all the reasons humans and selkies should stay in their separate worlds.

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In seconds, Nessa was up on the ledge beside her, and Charley pulled her into her arms to kiss her fiercely. Nessa tasted of sea spray and sunlight, her long dark hair smelt of sea lavender, and her body fit perfectly against Charley’s, just as it always had. Now Charley was truly home.

They didn’t need words to greet each other, not really. They’d been meeting in this cave since Charley was fifteen. They’d been kissing since she was sixteen. Nessa slid her hands into Charley’s hair, freeing the messy red waves from the loose knot she’d tied them in. Nessa’s fingers trailed down Charley’s throat as they kissed, then down to grab the hem of Charley’s t-shirt. They broke the kiss briefly so Nessa could pull the t-shirt off and toss it aside. She fumbled with Charley’s bra, as she always did, and Charley giggled, as she always did, and slipped it off for Nessa. That too, was tossed away carelessly.

Charley skimmed her hands down Nessa’s bare back, relishing the little shivers she caused. She pushed away Nessa’s heavy locks and kissed the curve of her neck, licking drops of seawater from her skin while Nessa cupped Charley’s breasts and ran her fingers round her nipples. Charley sighed, burying her face in Nessa’s hair and soaking up her light, delicate touches. They’d been apart too long and she needed Nessa with an urgency that wouldn’t settle for light or delicate. She slid her arms round Nessa’s waist and pushed her to the blanket. She stood quickly, hopping like an idiot to kick her jeans off, and Nessa watched her with barely-contained laughter.

“If you just didn’t bother with clothes at all…”

“I’d be arrested for public indecency and you’d never see me again.” Charley dropped to her knees beside Nessa, trailing her fingers over Nessa’s stomach and down between her legs.

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About the Author3

Naomi likes writing, perfume, fancy tea, and unfathomable monsters from the dark spaces between the stars, not necessarily in that order. She has been writing stories ever since she learned how to write, but is still trying to master the art of biography writing. When she’s not dealing with werewolves, demons, or sea monsters, she’s hanging out with her cat and probably watching a documentary about Bigfoot. If the cat isn’t available, she’s with her fiancé watching cookery shows and silently plotting her next book.

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