#NewRelease THE FOX AND THE HOUND 2 is live!

I’m so excited to bring back Jayla and Noah! If you read The Fox and The Hound, my novella in Susan Stoker’s Special Forces: Operation Alpha Kindle World, then get prepared, because Fox and Hound are back and on a wild ride as they try and take down one arm of the Russian Mafia.

Wren Michaels - The Fox and The Hound 2 Kisses From The KremlinJayla “Fox” McFadden is still trying to figure out who wants her dead. But even worse, her brand new relationship with Noah “Hound” Kendrick feels like it’s already on the rocks. She’s never been girlfriend material, and the pressure is on with each awkward moment they spend together trying to have a ‘normal’ life. But a CIA spy and a Navy SEAL are far from normal. When her next mission takes her to Russia, she’s almost thankful for the time away to think.

Hound’s Navy SEAL team gets orders to blow up one arm of the Russian Mafia. But when Noah learns of Jayla’s involvement in the mission, his strict orders to kill anyone and everyone associated with the case don’t sit well with him, and he’s forced to choose Fox or his country.

Taking down the Russian mafia will be easy, finding out Jayla’s long lost father is a part of it, not so much. The Fox and The Hound take on the government, the mafia, and each other in a battle of love, lies, and loss.

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What do you do with the man who rescued you from a terrorist, saved you from drowning, and threw his life down for you during a hurricane?

You take him home to meet your asshole cat.

Mal was an excellent judge of character, but a cat of few meows. He was kind of like the adult still living in their parent’s basement; played with his balls, got high on catnip, and slept. Still, one hiss from him in a guy’s general direction and Jayla knew to kick the dude to the curb. Cats sensed evil.

So, bringing Noah home to pass the cat test was a big deal. But what if Mal got jacked up on cat-crack right before they got there and wasn’t in his right mind? It could blow everything. Not to mention, Noah had already given her his Budweiser, his sacred SEAL Trident Pin. Jayla’s head still spun from disbelief.

It had only been a little over a month since she met Noah at a BBQ thrown by her co-worker, Caroline Steele. They hadn’t exactly ‘hit it off,’ per se. Oh sure, their sexual chemistry shot off the charts. But he was a SEAL, and Jayla had sworn them off thanks to James McFadden—also known as Daddy Dearest—who took off after knocking up a woman while he was deployed.

Okay, Jayla had daddy issues. She knew that. Noah knew it, too, and he still wanted to date her. Even though it took him a while to tell her that, because men could be stubborn and thick-headed.

Oh, Noah was definitely thick-headed. She found that out the night they made love after washing up on a deserted island. Which brought up the next point, they were bound to have sex again. While Jayla most definitely wanted to, they hadn’t even really been on a ‘date’ yet. They’d been locked in a bathroom, shot at, nearly drowned, and had sex in a hurricane. What if they didn’t have a single thing in common? Would he expect to throw down in her living room after Mal approved?

Nerves twisted her stomach into a tight knot. The reality of the situation unveiled itself in her mind on the drive back to her condo. Noah sat in silence beside her. What if he was thinking the same thing?

She uncurled her fingers from the vice-grip on the steering wheel and caressed the pin clipped to her white lab-coat. He chose her. That had to mean he’d thought things out. He wouldn’t just willy-nilly give his Budweiser to anyone, right?

She chanced a glance in his direction, not wanting to alert him that she’d spent the entire twenty-minute drive to her condo contemplating their brand new twenty-five-minute-old relationship. But he caught her. Like he always did. Somehow she, Jayla “Fox” McFadden—Forensic Toxicologist, CIA Spy, and Xena: Warrior Princess—had managed to let him rescue her more times than she’d needed in her entire twenty-eight year existence.

This time though, he caught her falling in love with him.

“I’m afraid to ask what’s going on in that head of yours,” Noah said, finally breaking the silence. “You worried about that text from the CIA? You really don’t think they’re out to kill you, do you?”

Oh right, the CIA. She’d almost completely blocked that from her thoughts. Because who wanted to think about someone out to kill you, especially when it’s the people you work for. Well, forced to work for anyway. If she had to choose a side, she’d go independent. Maybe once she paid her debt off to the government, she’d do just that. Fox McFadden—Your go-to girl to get the job done … depending on the job, like a MacGyver for hire. He was sort of indie, wasn’t he?

Since her botched undercover mission to retrieve intel from arms dealer, Abdul-Mu’eid Bahri, ended up revealing that someone ratted her out, she had very little trust in anyone connected to the government. She tossed another side-eye to the Navy SEAL sitting beside her. Except Noah, because if he wanted to kill her, he could have done so instead of saving her life. That was one of two names on the very short list of people she did trust.

The other was her best friend and co-worker, Melinda Emerson. Except, now Melinda, too, had folks after her—who turned out to be the Russian Mafia—specifically for her knowledge on a super mind-enhancing drug. Because why not throw those rag-tag bunch of fun guys into the mix?

Noah turned in his seat. “I won’t leave your side.”

Jayla jerked her head. “What are you talking about?”

“You’re worried. I see it in your eyes.”

“My eyes are focused on the road. You know, because I’m driving?”

“They’re angry eyes. The same kind you had when we were trapped on the island. Not the ones that sparkled, wide and full of wonder about half-an-hour ago when we were kissing in the parking lot at your office. Not to mention, you’re quiet. You’re never quiet. You always have something to say, Jayla. Your silence is more frightening than words.”

“How do you even know that? I haven’t seen you in weeks. We really hardly even know each other, period.”

“I study people, remember? It’s my job to retain detail and learn from it. Adjust to it. And I thought we got to know each other pretty well that night. You got me to reveal things I’ve never told another living soul. You hold a power over me, Fox. And instead of running from it, I ran to it. That’s why I gave you my pin. That’s why I want to give this a shot.”

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Jayla “Fox” McFadden ‘MacGyvered’ her way through college and right onto the radar of the CIA. Instead of getting busted, she got offered a job. She’s a chemist by day, but moonlights on special missions utilizing her unique talents when needed, everything from bomb building to booby traps. She’s fought tooth and black-polished nail to make her way in the world and prove she’s more than a set of tits. From her thick, black eyeliner to her Doc Martens with leather mini-skirts, she stands out, and likes it that way.

Noah “Hound” Kendrick is the best tracker on his SEAL team. Haunted by the fact that he got his mother killed, he put his body, mind, and soul into the SEALs in retribution, trying to make the world a better place. They are his duty and family now, nothing gets in the way. Especially love, as he refuses to open up his heart and lose someone at his expense ever again.

Jayla’s latest mission is to retrieve a list of buyers from an arms dealer. She’s teamed with the SEALs who must take out a bunker hidden offshore near the dealer’s private island. But a squall line from an impending hurricane throws off their plans as Jayla and Noah get separated from the team, washing up on a deserted air force base in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Now the Fox and the Hound must survive the elements and each other, as they ride out the physical and emotional storm heading their way.

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#NewRelease Spotlight: THE FOX AND THE HOUND, by Wren Michaels

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Title: THE FOX AND THE HOUND

(A Special Forces: Operation Alpha Kindle World Novella)

Author: Wren Michaels

Release Date: November 22, 2016

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Jayla “Fox” McFadden ‘MacGyvered her way through college and right onto the radar of the CIA. Instead of getting busted, she got offered a job. She’s a chemist by day, but moonlights on special missions utilizing her unique talents when needed, everything from bomb building to booby traps. She’s fought tooth and black-polished nail to make her way in the world and prove she’s more than a set of tits. From her thick, black eyeliner to her Doc Martens with leather mini-skirts, she stands out, and likes it that way.

Noah “Hound” Kendrick is the best tracker on his SEAL team. Haunted by the fact that he got his mother killed, he put his body, mind, and soul into the SEALs in retribution, trying to make the world a better place. They are his duty and family now, nothing gets in the way. Especially love, as he refuses to open up his heart and lose someone at his expense ever again.

Jayla’s latest mission is to retrieve a list of buyers from an arms dealer. She’s teamed with the SEALs who must take out a bunker hidden offshore near the dealer’s private island. But a squall line from an impending hurricane throws off their plans as Jayla and Noah get separated from the team, washing up on a deserted air force base in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Now the Fox and the Hound must survive the elements and each other, as they ride out the physical and emotional storm heading their way.

 

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Jayla gripped her beer so hard her knuckles turned white. She fully intended on flirting for some fun at the party, but she didn’t expect anything to come of it. While SEALs were pretty to look at, they had a notorious rep for quick romps and even quicker exits. She refused to be a notch on a bedpost.

But her plans nosedived the minute she laid eyes on that Hound guy. Her head screamed at her to run far, far away. Her vadge yelled louder, forcing her to picture him with a lot less clothing involved. Damn his taunting forearm porn. Sinewy muscles flexed every time he took a drink of his beer. She ached to lick the plump lips framed by his stark jawline, with a chin that stuck out just a hair too far, yet it seemed a perfect fit on his asymmetrical face. Add in his big, broody forehead and she was done for.

His deep brown eyes locked onto her own, holding her in a staring match. The intensity in them freaked her out a little. A sure fire sign that when this guy wanted something, he’d let nothing get in his way. She broke their gaze and focused her attention on his short, dark brown hair, finding a pair of fancy-ass sunglasses sitting on top like some hot-shot movie star.

Find something annoying about him, Jayla, it’ll be easier to diffuse the situation and walk away. And make it quick before you do something really stupid, like give him a lap dance on the cooler.

She glanced at some movement behind him only to find another SEAL headed her way, wearing a shit-eating grin with fuck-me eyes. Definite womanizing material. A pretty boy, with the bed count to match probably. Shit.

She focused back on Noah as she summed up her options. Plan A—exit the party early. Or Plan B…which was still a work in progress. Since Melinda drove them both to the party, she was stuck. Plan B it would have to be. Regret already toiled in her gut at the thought.

“Kiss me,” she whispered, not believing the words actually made it out of her head.

Noah blinked. “Say what?”

“Are you sure you’re not deaf?” She sucked in a deep breath and launched herself at his lips.

He stumbled backward before wrapping one arm around her waist, keeping their balance. Jayla dropped her bottle behind him and slid her hands along his neck, taut with muscle and sun-kissed warmth. A twinge of excitement hit her belly as their lips met. For a shocked moment his mouth froze, before his lips slanted and welcomed her.

His cologne hit her nose, sending another frisson of adrenaline through her. He curled his fingers into her back. “What are you doing?” he mouthed against the kiss.

“Just go with it, okay?” she whispered back, still pressed to his mouth.

“Fine.” His lips curled into a smile and his other arm snaked around her, dipping her backwards as he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue past her lips.

Jayla’s heart plunged to her stomach, an impressive feat considering she now hung upside down in Noah’s arms. His tongue swept away all thoughts as he explored her mouth with the fervor of a hormonal teenager, but far better technique. Her hands that once held the warmth of his neck now clung to his thick biceps for dear life, curling her nails into his skin. That was going to leave a mark.

“What are you doing?” she groaned into the kiss.

His lips vibrated against hers as he chuckled. “Going with it.”

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Wren Michaels hails from the frozen tundra of Wisconsin where beer and cheese are their own food groups. But a cowboy swept her off her feet, and carried her away below the Mason-Dixon line where she promptly lost all tolerance for snow and cold. They decided they’d make beautiful babies together and they got it right on the first try. Now Wren lives happily ever after in the real world and in the worlds of her making, where she creates book boyfriends for the masses to crave.

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#CoverReveal THE FOX AND THE HOUND (Special Forces Operation Alpha Kindle World Series) by, Wren Michaels

SQUEE! I’m so happy to reveal to everyone my awesome cover for my November 22nd release! I’m honored and excited to be writing a novella for Susan Stoker’s Special Forces Operation Alpha Kindle World.

If you are unfamiliar with her Kindle World, check it out here! She has two fantastic series, one with Delta Force Heroes and the other with Navy SEALs. My story takes place in her Navy SEAL world, utilizing some of her characters from her book, PROTECTING CAROLINE.

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Jayla “Fox” McFadden ‘MacGyvered her way through college and right onto the radar of the CIA. Instead of getting busted, she got offered a job. She’s a chemist by day, but moonlights on special missions utilizing her unique talents when needed, everything from bomb building to booby traps. She’s fought tooth and black-polished nail to make her way in the world and prove she’s more than a set of tits. From her thick, black eyeliner to her Doc Martens with leather mini-skirts, she stands out, and likes it that way.

Noah “Hound” Kendrick is the best tracker on his SEAL team. Haunted by the fact that he got his mother killed, he put his body, mind, and soul into the SEALs in retribution, trying to make the world a better place. They are his duty and family now, nothing gets in the way. Especially love, as he refuses to open up his heart and lose someone at his expense ever again.

Jayla’s latest mission is to retrieve a list of buyers from an arms dealer. She’s teamed with the SEALs who must take out a bunker hidden offshore near the dealer’s private island. But a squall line from an impending hurricane throws off their plans as Jayla and Noah get separated from the team, washing up on a deserted air force base in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Now the Fox and the Hound must survive the elements and each other, as they ride out the physical and emotional storm heading their way.

This book is a crossover novella with a brand new series I’m starting called:

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Jayla gripped her beer so hard her knuckles turned white. She fully intended on flirting for some fun at the party, but she didn’t expect anything to come of it. While SEALs were pretty to look at, they had a notorious rep for quick romps and even quicker exits. She refused to be a notch on a bedpost.

But her plans nosedived the minute she laid eyes on that Hound guy. Her head screamed at her to run far, far away. Her vadge yelled louder, forcing her to picture him with a lot less clothing involved. Damn his taunting forearm porn. Sinewy muscles flexed every time he took a drink of his beer. She ached to lick the plump lips displayed on his stark jawline, with a chin that stuck out just a hair too far, yet it seemed a perfect fit on his asymmetrical face. Add in his big, broody forehead and she was done for.

His deep brown eyes locked onto her own, holding her in a staring match. The intensity in them freaked her out a little. A sure fire sign that when this guy wanted something, he’d let nothing get in his way. She broke their gaze and focused her attention on his short, dark brown hair, finding a pair of fancy-ass sunglasses sitting on top like some hot-shot movie star.

Find something annoying about him, Jayla, it’ll be easier to diffuse the situation and walk away. And make it quick before you do something really stupid, like give him a lap dance on the cooler.

She glanced at some movement behind him only to find another SEAL headed her way, wearing a shit-eating grin with fuck-me eyes. Definite womanizing material. A pretty boy, with the bed count to match probably. Shit.

She focused back on Noah as she summed up her options. Plan A—exit the party early. Or Plan B…which was still a work in progress. Since Melinda drove them both to the party, she was stuck. Plan B it would have to be. Regret already toiled in her gut at the thought.

“Kiss me,” she whispered, not believing the words actually made it out of her head.

Noah blinked. “Say what?”

“Are you sure you’re not deaf?” She sucked in a deep breath and launched herself at his lips.

He stumbled backward before wrapping one arm around her waist, keeping their balance. Jayla dropped her bottle behind him and slid her hands along his neck, taut with muscle and sun-kissed warmth. A twinge of excitement hit her belly as their lips met. For a shocked moment his mouth froze, before his lips slanted and welcomed her.

His cologne hit her nose, sending another fissure of adrenaline through her. He curled his fingers into her back. “What are you doing?” he mouthed against the kiss.

“Just go with it, okay?” she whispered back, still pressed to his mouth.

“Fine.” His lips curled into a smile and his other arm snaked around her, dipping her backwards as he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue past her lips.

Jayla’s heart plunged to her stomach, an impressive feat considering she now hung upside down in Noah’s arms. His tongue swept away all thoughts as he explored her mouth with the fervor of a hormonal teenager, but far better technique. Her hands that once held the warmth of his neck now clung to his thick biceps for dear life, curling her nails into his skin. That was going to leave a mark.

“What are you doing?” she groaned into the kiss.

His lips vibrated against hers as he chuckled. “Going with it.”

#NewRelease Spotlight: RULER’S CONCUBINE, by Peri Elizabeth Scott

 
 
Thank you for having me! Ruler’s Concubine represents two different species attempting a connection, and proves that regardless of distinct differences, love will carry the day.
Title of book:  Ruler’s Concubine by Peri Elizabeth Scott
Publisher: Evernight Publishing

 

Released: September 2, 2016

Word Count: 66,204




Blurb:
Meridia is headed for extinction, unless a compatible species can be found. The backward planet, Earth, the one the Meridians stripped of technology now holds the only promising species in the Galaxy. As Ruler, Lysett Daboort will do his duty and choose a royal concubine from those women ‘liberated’ from Earth, but that is all it will be—until he meets Celeste Raynor.
Celeste is barely subsisting on Earth and isn’t enamored with becoming one of Meridia’s concubines, despite the esteem afforded their females. But there is nothing left for her at home and she isn’t averse to having a child to love, not to mention a caring, supportive partner. Until she meets the Ruler himself.
The Ruler resists Celeste’s appeal and she refuses his arrogant approach, yet they must somehow come to terms. Lysett rules supreme, or does he? Because love has the most power of all.

 

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This isn’t happening. This is not happening. If she kept repeating those words then surely it would be true and she’d miraculously wake up from this erotic nightmare and in her own bed. Except it wasn’t a nightmare and she most certainly wasn’t in her assigned bed—or even on her own planet. Although her imagination was fertile—and she’d seen pictures of him—it was unlikely to manifest the enormously good looks and incredible physique of the alien male who was stripping right before her very eyes. Yes, stripping. Removing all of his clothes, not five feet from where she lay on a bed constructed of some otherworldly material that both cushioned and restrained her. Had it only been yesterday when Bast told her today would be the day? No wonder she hadn’t slept well, thinking about this. And why did this Ruler look even better in person?
Once he’d overcome his reticence to speak so frankly with her, Bast had prepared her with stories of his Master’s need, of his sexual prowess and all the pleasures he would bestow, not to mention that cup of elixir she’d swallowed down.
Being assured it was the planet’s best aphrodisiac had her quaffing the liquid as though it were a life saver. Its effects were marked almost immediately as she cataloged an increase in her body temperature and a definite aching in her private parts with embarrassingly obvious lubrication accompanying the throbbing. Even her breasts had ached, the nipples tightening and beading in reaction to the potion.  
But the effect had worn off because Lysett had been detained for a considerable period. The delay had given her too much time to reflect on her decision and the strange glowing feelings throughout her body had diminished—until he walked through the door. His good looks stole her breath, and when he began to take his clothes off, she wanted to do shocking, sexual things with him. The emotional and physical swings made her stomach lurch.
Her uninfluenced sexual-self recognized the potency of such a male, and to say she wasn’t naturally aroused would be untrue. Her body acknowledged a male suited to her, awash with chemistry and basic animal instinct. It was simply the circumstances that brought her here, and the stark implications of the contract that spoiled their first interaction. Why hadn’t he deviated from so-called royal tradition and spent some time with her beforehand? Surely Bast had relayed that even an initial chat would be optimum.
Celeste’s heart rate doubled, then tripled, when Lysett’s erection sprang forth as his lower garments were yanked down, and dark spots swam in her vision. That part of him was a duskier gold than the rest of his burnished skin, and freaking huge.
     “Shhh, Lady.” Bast’s caramel tones spoke soothingly in her right ear, and one of his hands tentatively patted her shoulder. She’d very nearly forgotten he was still in the room with her—with her and his Master, although he had handled the process clinically and indicated he would leave before… “You are prepared for this union, as we discussed. It will be over before you know it, and if you get with offspring this first time, there will be no need for further joinings. Unless you wish them. And to beget other children.”
Well, didn’t that make her feel special? No pressure either. Merely a vessel out here in space, far away from home, to be used. She blinked away the tears that welled in reaction. Where was her voice? She could still say no…
The Ruler paused in his approach to the bed and glared at Bast after he spoke, though that look encompassed her as well. Celeste had never felt so naked—or so vulnerable. She knew what was supposed to happen. She thought she was ready. Not. And to think she’d scoffed at the wait, chuckled about others procreating before this man. No one would dare. Shocking need warred with apprehension.
“You assured me she was prepared, Bast.” Lysett’s perfect features set in angry lines and those remarkable green eyes now appeared as cold and frozen as that small pond at her home place in the winter months. She tried to use the memory of Earth to distract her, and it caused a homesick shudder to take over her entire body, the gentle clasp of the bed’s fabric undulating to keep her in place.
Lysett’s attention snapped fully to her in an instant, his orbs now glowing with green fire as the vertical slash of his pupils elongated. His gaze raked her body, lingering on her breasts and the apex of her thighs. Despite her limited experience with men, let alone alien men, Celeste recognized lust and desire and her body responded. Or maybe it was apprehension.
“She is prepared, Master. I do assure you. It is merely that a period of time has passed since we expected you to attend her, and it is no surprise that your concubine is experiencing a trifle of anxiety.”
Even with the translator chip, Bast’s wording felt off to her, and she decided to add her own voice. This was going to happen, this attending to her, no matter how she second-guessed her decision, and she believed Bast when he promised she’d be safe here. Having sex—joining—with his Master until she conceived was something she could do. Women did it all the time, had done it over the eons. It wasn’t like she was being forced or anything. And she wasn’t a prostitute, although that profession got a bad rap as far as she was concerned when one considered women had to survive somehow.
She was, according to the contract, a revered commodity, a virgin concubine—who wasn’t going to be a virgin much longer—a concubine who would bear a child for the alien ruler, right? And if the baby was female, she too would be cherished and Lysett would try again to beget a son. And again… All of Bast’s teachings slipped through her brain with lightning speed. Celeste shivered and quit thinking about all those possibilities and focused on what she’d been promised.
She would want for nothing, be well taken care of, and ultimately, kept safe. The presenter’s words and those of Bast rattled around in her head. Given her past circumstances, it was a no-brainer, and she couldn’t go home. Her body was up for it, and her mind had accepted it was the best out of all her choices. So it must be her heart throwing up the roadblock, looking for romance, all because of his pictures and the wonderful things his first servant had said about him.
That was nonsense. Just look at the agony love caused a person. Her stupid heart must be masochistic. This was the best deal she’d get and it was time she said something. There was no way she could go through this process again. Humiliation drowned her common sense. She moistened her lips and addressed Lysett, who was busily engaged in a staring contest with Bast.
“I am prepared, sir. Sir. Ruler. I won’t give you any trouble.”
His eyes froze through to their depths again and his dark brows drew together. She noted his erection didn’t flag at all, though. He might be annoyed, but it didn’t affect his arousal. The wide head glistened in the well-lit chamber, with his natural lubricant beading at the tiny slit. She had timidly asked if her deflowering couldn’t take place in the dark, but Bast refused, saying that tradition didn’t allow it. Spread eagle as she was, there was little left to the imagination, and she flushed again with embarrassment and no small shame. Lysett was superbly made, muscled and lean, with broad shoulders, long thick legs, and narrow hips. She was … well, she was short, and small and round, now that she’d had enough to eat. So not like the remaining Meridian females on this planet. And certainly not the cream of the crop of the human females either.
“You were not given leave to speak.” 
Celeste didn’t much care for the way he snarled at her, Ruler or not.

 

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Peri Elizabeth Scott lives in Manitoba, Canada. She recently closed her part time private practice as a social worker and child play therapist. Her love of children extends to the animal world, and her most recent rescue includes a one-eyed cat with an Elvis smirk.
Peribeth and her husband have a seasonal business and pretend to work well together, so she will always have a job.
Writing for years, mostly short stories and poetry, she has published dark erotica under another pen name and reads everything she can lay her hands on.

 

 
 

#MySexySaturday NOLA Naughty Nin9 – CREOLE CORSAIR, by Wren Michaels

Hey guys and dolls! I’m participating in a fun blog hop called My Sexy Saturday. http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.com/

Each Saturday I’ll post snippets from some of my books and WIP (Works in Progress). Don’t forget to check the bottom and hop around to the other fantastic authors sharing their lovely words.

Today I’ll be sharing some lines from my novella, CREOLE CORSAIR, in the upcoming NOLA Naughty Nin9 Anthology that releases August 15th, but available now for pre-order for only 99 cents!

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Sabine Chauvet needs closure on her family’s past. The sextant that belonged to the legendary pirate Jean Lafitte is supposedly the only link to her family’s legacy, and Sabine is determined to get her hands on it. But when she runs into Jasper Carrington, her old high school crush, the one thing in her past she wasn’t searching for finds her instead.

Jasper Carrington has it all, money, notoriety, and the dream of building an alternative medicine wing of the children’s hospital. When the woman who haunted his high school existence shows up at his auction, he decides to take the chance to right the wrongs of his past.

Giving in to one kiss turns their old fantasies into reality, one neither of them were prepared for. But the same issues of their past still threaten their new future, and they must learn to finally be themselves in order to be together.

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Sabine caught herself in the throes of flirting and shook herself from her thoughts. She needed to get away fast. The longer she stayed in his presence the chances improved of him figuring out who she was.

“Well, do me the pleasure of sharing your name, so I can be sure to tell my next of kin who I have fallen prey to. I feel, however the end may come for me, it shall be with a smile on my face if in your company.” His attention dropped from her eyes and bee-lined to her chest.

The flutter in her heart nearly jolted her forward as she swallowed back a gasp. Surely he couldn’t be talking about her. Jasper Carrington saying such things about her seemed surreal. Straight out of one of her high school fantasies about him. Of course it was more than likely just a part of the show he put on for the night, luring guests aboard and primping them for their donations with flirtatious ego padding.

A nervous chuckle squeaked from her throat. Thinking on the fly, Sabine had to come up with a clever cover. “I’m the Creole Corsair. And you, Captain Carrington, should be more careful about who you keep company with.” She flicked her wrist and handed him back the money clip she lifted from his back pocket. Proving once again, charm and a set of tits worked more magic than Houdini.

His sexy lips evened out into a slick grin. “Keep that up and I’ll have to tie you up below deck.”

“Promises. Promises.” Sabine spun on her heel and gave him a quick wave as she sauntered across the ship. If she stayed and talked to him any longer she’d never make it around the ship in time to scope out the location of the sextant before the auctioneers got to it. From her studies of the Carrington parties in the past, the items up for bid were all stored below deck with a standing guard on duty until the auctioneers retrieved them and brought them to the top deck for the auction. It was her only chance.

The scent of his crisp cologne still lingered in the air, sending a flutter to her stomach. He smelled of new money, dreams, and sex. She hadn’t planned on having such a distraction tonight. If it weren’t for Carrington, she’d have already taken the sextant and been on her way home. The bastard. Twelve years after high school and he still got to her. At least his never knowing she even existed played in her favor now, as she held on to her anonymity.

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#NewRelease Spotlight: THE END GAME, by Kera Faire

Hi all this is Raven’s alter ego, Kera Faire and my new book, The End Game. Book 3 in the Dark Isle series.

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Kera is Raven’s dark side. Or as her bio says…

A Scottish-based author with the love of the unexpected, Kera writes stories to make your heart miss a beat. Living in the land of the spirits helps her to get in the right frame of mind and find light in the dark side of life.

Let’s hope you think The End Game does just that

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Blurb

As an undercover operative, your life is not your own and you can’t trust anyone.

Emma MacKay is only too aware of that, but it still sucks when you have to take out a friend’s fiancé, because he’s suspected of being a traitor.

Milo Dorn is more than an undercover operative. He’s one of the dispatchers, secret killers for the department.

When someone is feeding his pigs fresh meat he needs to find answers.

What he finds instead is the woman of his dreams. While the sex is mind blowing, and makes him want to throw away the rule book, he cannot forget the first rule of the game.

Trust no one.

When the truth comes out, can Milo and Emma find a way to each other, or are their jobs an obstacle to high to overcome?

The End Game is on.

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A wee tease…

What sort of person accepts what’s going on and makes the best of it?”

A horny one?” She laughed throatily. “And let’s face it, what else can I do? I’m a bit tied up at the moment.”

That made him grin. “Yeah. So go on, sweet cheeks, what next?”

She bit her lip and looked pointedly at her ankles where her trousers and underwear were in a crumpled heap. “Take off my shoes and trousers for me and I’ll show you.”

That seemed reasonable. Milo tugged and pulled where necessary until she was as near as dammit naked. Now he had a chance to look at her closely, he could see red patches where he’d rubbed his stubble over her soft skin. Her bra and t shirt were pushed up and her luscious breasts with puckered nipples called to him like a siren.

He traced one red patch gently. “Shit, sorry, I guess I was a bit rough.”

She nodded. “Just a bit, but did you hear me complain?”

Well, no, she has a point.

Okay so what next? “Over to you, sweet cheeks. It seems you’re the one directing the traffic.”

You better believe it,” she drawled and closed her legs. Disappointment stabbed at him, until he saw the speculative expression on her face.

Pity, pet,” he drawled. “That was a great view.”

She dipped her head. “Not pet, I don’t bark or meow, just purr on occasion.”

He laughed. “Sweet cheeks?”

She sighed, very dramatically. “If you must. Put your leg either side of mine, not too close, lean back and think of Scotland.”

What?” Now he was puzzled. Excited, aroused, but puzzled.

She tilted her head “Are you chicken, Sir?” She clucked and he burst out laughing.

Nope. Okay.” He did as she bid and found himself with his cock between her feet before he had a chance to say ‘what’s next?’.

Milo swallowed. “Ah and now?”

Now this.” The soles of her feet encased his cock and slowly began to move up and down his hard length.

Milo swore his eyes crossed as she varied the speed and depth of her strokes. Why had this never happened before? Fucking hell her feet moved in such a way his pre-cum covered them within seconds.

Stroke, sigh. “Ah that is so good to do. Oh my. Better to fe… ah sweet jesus.” Somehow she’d nipped his foreskin between her toes, just enough to sting. “Bloody… sweet cheeks you’re killing me here.”

No … not yet … now more eh … like this…” Her words made little sense to him. Every fiber of his being was concentrated on those magic feet stroking his dick. Milo stopped thinking and let his climax roll through his overheated body.

He stiffened and she chuckled before tightening her hold on him, and he came in a roar. Cum spurted all over her feet, his balls and the grass beneath him.

Sweet cheeks, you are a genius,” he said as soon as he had enough breath to speak. “I’ll never look at feet in the same way again.”

I bet not.” Her toes tightened on him, and them she moved. “Sorry, Sir. I have no option.”

Milo didn’t even see it coming.

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#NewRelease Spotlight: R.I.L.Y. Forever, by Norah Bennett

RELEASE BLITZ JULY 14TH

Julia and Ethan meet at the age of sixteen and are drawn to one another, first as friends then as lovers. When everything and everyone Julia holds dear is threatened, Julia is forced to do the unimaginable. Under a veil of secrets and lies, the young lovers are violently separated. The last time Julia sees Ethan, he gives her a heart-shaped silver locket with the inscription, R.I.L.Y. Forever.

Twenty-two years pass before Ethan and Julia’s lives intersect again in a small town in Northwest Jersey. Their reunion is unexpected and emotional. Their passion reignites and their relationship flourishes despite Julia’s abusive ex-husband and Ethan’s possessive ex-wife. But the past rears its ugly head and the lovers soon discover that a foundation built on secrets will always crumble. Can Ethan and Julia overcome their painful past and learn the lessons of honesty, trust, and forgiveness in time to save their love?

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Excerpt

Julia stopped walking, thinking, breathing! Her world narrowed to him, his tousled, thick, brown hair, his mesmerizing gray-blue eyes that changed with his every mood, and his long, thick lashes that were the envy of every girl in high school. Julia devoured Ethan with her eyes. She couldn’t help herself. She was starved. He was taller and more built than she recalled, but his handsome face with its square chin, slightly crooked nose from years of playing football, and full, sensuous lips, was the same image that visited her dreams nightly.

Julia knew the instant he became aware of her. He stopped answering Aimee as his gaze shifted and centered on her. His pupils widened and his eyes darkened to a smoky gray. Aimee followed his gaze. Her brows furrowed and she took a step toward Julia. But Ethan grasped her elbow and shook his head.

Julia’s eyes never left Ethan’s tall, muscular frame as he walked toward her. The room and all its inhabitants fell away until there was only him. The soft caress of his eyes touched every inch of her. She studied his face, but his expression was neutral. He stood silently examining her and it was left to Julia to break the silence. The problem was she had no idea what to say. No words were adequate to express how she felt. But as her eyes locked with his, she hoped they voiced what her lips couldn’t. She missed him. Missed him every second, minute, and hour they were apart. When he was hers, he was her best friend, her lover, her confidant. He was her everything. When she lost him, the ground beneath her feet shook so violently, it brought her to her knees and it took years to learn how to stand on her own, without him.

Tears pooled in Julia’s eyes and spilled down her cheeks. She wrapped her arms around herself. Ethan’s assessing gaze tracked her every movement and then his eyes, followed by his mouth, softened.

He remembered.

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Norah is a contemporary romance writer living deep in the woods on a lake in NW Jersey. She has been married for thirty years to the love of her life. She has two adult children, a Great Dane, a Maltipoo, and a Cockatoo. There is never any peace in her house and she likes it that way.

By day she is a serious professor and administrator at a university in the Northeast. By night she lets her imagination flow as a romance writer. Although it is incredibly hard to balance both worlds, it’s a hell of a lot of fun walking around having this delicious secret, this alternate life that few people know about. Welcome to the world of Norah Bennett.

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#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.
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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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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: BURNING FOR YOU, by Erzabet Bishop

Burning for You
By Erzabet Bishop
Release day: July 1, 2016
Tags:
angel, arson, calendar, curvy girl, dragon shifter
romance hero, fantasy erotic romance, fate, fire hose, firebug, firefighter
hero, hot whips cafe, ice, paranormal romance, redemption, romantic suspense,
second chances, shifter, social media, westmore wolves series, winter fae
Blurb:
Where there’s smoke, there’s dragon fire.
Ordinary girl. Extraordinary fate.
Violet Winters is having a less than perfect day. Her
parents are meddling with her love life (again), her wintery magic is kaput and
her vivid dreams are coming far too close to reality. When she falls through
the ice after seeing her fiancé all close and snuggly with a fellow polar bear,
all bets are off. Is she better off dead or will she get another chance at life
when a Grimare angel rescues her from her chosen fate?
Fire meets ice and passions ignite.
Dante is a dragon on a mission: fight the string of strange
fires springing up around Westmore and find a mate. When his Captain decides to
have the men pose for social media shots to garner attention for the station,
Dante finds himself in the middle of a steady stream of women after his special
strategically placed “fire hose.”
At Hot Whips Café to haggle with the owner for counter space
for their new firemen calendar, he meets a woman who sets his inner scales on
fire. Can he save her from the machinations of the Fates or will she die a
second time by the very threat Dante fights against?
A dragon’s panty melting kiss may just be the wow this curvy
girl needs.
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“Come on, Dante, show us a little leg.” The smirking
photographer circled in front of him and it was all Dante could do to control
the dragon scraping beneath his skin to avoid reaching out and shoving the
camera up his ass.
Pictures for social media. The Captain had officially lost
his fucking mind. The catcalls and male laughter from the rest of the guys made
him lose his footing and the fire hose he’d been using as a prop to conceal his
nakedness began to slip.
“Jesus. Fix that hose. This isn’t internet porn, you know.”
The Captain groused, scowling.
Dante scrambled to catch the hose and cover himself and
balanced against the newly washed and waxed fire engine, trying to pretend he
was anywhere else but standing like a prize bull at an auction.
“If you’ll hold still, please. The others have already
contributed their shots. You’re the last one.” The cameraman huffed, turning
the lens. He lowered the camera and glared at Dante. “You could smile maybe?”
Shit. He was distracted by the wacked out dream he’d had the
night before. A woman he’d never met swam in front of him, dying. Her long
black hair fanned out in the cold, dark water and he’d panicked. He’d told her
to live.
“Fine.” Dante growled, a wisp of smoke curling out from
behind his lips. He felt the change sliding beneath his skin, the dragon
agitated by his distress.
“God, Dante. Come on.” Carter laughed. “You aren’t afraid of
a little flashing light, are you?” The rest of the crew laughed, sharing in the
good natured ribbing.
“Bastard.”
He just wanted it to be over. His beast wanted to fly and
hunt and if he didn’t get out of here soon, he was going to lose his mind. Most
of the men here were either dating or married. He wasn’t and the urge to mate
had made his already bad temper even worse.
The Captain had lured him and the others in with the promise
of a social media boost to help the department. He figured a couple of pictures
for Instagram like that vet that had so many followers it was insane. Model
pretty with a gaggle of women trailing behind him like no tomorrow. The guy had
even been on national television recently. Cap was dreaming, but he also knew
the man would do anything to save their department from going strictly
volunteer.
So many in the country had gone that route and the bear
shifter was fighting it tooth and claw. Dante supported that. He’d moved from
his home in the mountains to come here after his buddy Carter had told him
about the job. Happy and with a large family of cat and dragon shifter young,
his friend would do anything to ensure things stayed status quo. So would he,
and apparently that included standing naked in front of a freshly polished
firetruck.
Thank God his mother couldn’t see him or he’d never hear the
end of it. She’d been writing him emails nonstop asking if he’d met any
promising women. Jesus. He’d never seen a woman more eager to fuss over
grandchildren. But he hadn’t and the prospects didn’t look very favorable. Not
that he hadn’t dated. He had. But no female he’d met even sparked his interest past
the typical curves and tight jeans and it wasn’t enough. Not anymore.
He wanted a mate. Someone to come home to and warm his bed
and his heart. Most of the women he’d come across only wanted one thing—to bang
a fireman and brag to their friends.
“Well, that’s about as good as I’m going to get if you’re
going to scowl like that.” The photographer capped his lens and sighed,
stalking off toward the Captain. “You can get dressed now.”
“Jerk.” Dante swiped the robe he’d worn from the floor and
shrugged into it.
“Man, you really need to learn to crack a smile, buddy.”
Carter grinned as he and a few of the others approached now that the
photographer had gone.
“Thank you, guys. Dante.” The Captain came forward giving
Dante a narrow eyed look, then nodded toward the remainder of the group. “We
should see the finished product in a day or so.”
Wait. Product?
About the author:
Erzabet Bishop is an
award winning and bestselling author who loves to write naughty stories. She is
the author of Lipstick, Crave, Snow (Three Times More Lucky Box Set),
Malediction (upcoming-A Wicked Halloween Box Set), Map of Bones (upcoming-A
Wicked Affair Box Set), Sanguine Shadows (Vampire Bites Box Set), The Science
of Lust, Wicked for You, Heart’s Protector, Burning for You, Red Hot
(upcoming), Bayou Shadows (upcoming-Nola Naughty Nine) Hedging Her Bets (Alpha
Fever Box Set), Cat’s Got Her Tongue (Alpha Heat Box Set), Arcane Imaginarium:
Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark (upcoming),The Devil’s Due
(upcoming), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming), Sigil Fire,
Glitter Lust (upcoming), Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress
for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Fantasies in Red, Sweet Seductions,
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. 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.
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