Aug 8, 2017 | Teaser Tuesday
It’s #TeaserTuesday and I’ve got a very hot sneak peek of Addison Cain’s new Omegaverse story ‘Consumed’ which is appearing only in the Royally Mine anthology, along with 21 other hot stories of naughty princes and devious royals. Royally Mine is available for pre-order for only 99¢, so don’t miss your chance!
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‘Consumed’ (Royally Mine Boxset)
To be Omega was to be consumed. Morgaine had no idea she was raised a slave, waiting to be harvested to submit to her Alpha overlords’ whims. It’s her body they desire, and it’s her body they will have.
Hopeless, isolated from all she knows, Morgaine is compelled to be obedient through Alpha tricks, unwanted seduction, and threats against her only family.
Alphas exist to love Omegas, this they tell her day in and day out. Alphas exist to protect, nurture, and adore.
Alphas lie.
Royally Mine (boxed set blurb)
Powerful kings. Dirty-talking princes. Insatiable dukes.
They’re ready to rule your heart.
Royally Mine is a sexy collection of bad boy romances featuring HOT royal heroes, brought to you by twenty-two New York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling authors. This deliciously naughty bundle of ALL-NEW standalone novellas stars panty-scorching kings, princes, and dukes who are used to being in command. Charge up your e-reader, clear your schedule, and put on your best tiara, because these royal bad boys are ready to conquer your heart while making you blush oh so hard.
Featured authors: Susan Stoker, Annabel Joseph, Katy Regnery, Nikki Sloane, Renee Rose, Molly O’Keefe, Alta Hensley, Nora Flite, Natasha Knight, Sue Lyndon, Jenika Snow, Maggie Ryan, Celeste Jones, Lee Savino, Livia Grant, Alexis Alvarez, Rayanna James, Ava Sinclair, Addison Cain, Jennifer Bene, Becca Jameson, Mikey Lee
Publisher’s Note: The stories included in this smoking hot box set are MF and MFM pairings. Some contain kink. All will leave you breathlessly panting for more.
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Teaser
It was not until those sharp nips grazed her shoulder that light warning became rough action. There he set his mouth, licking a single spot clean. The flat of his tongue working, her skin growing pink, he drew out a flush.
One large hand took her jaw, angling her head, the other took a firm hold of her hip. Between their bodies, he was growing hard.
No purr was offered to induce her calm.
He was all Alpha, she was cornered Omega, and his message was coming through loud and clear.
Do not run from me.
When Simin set his teeth to her flesh, he rolled his hips, using her belly for soft friction just as he bit down.
There was a promise in that sting, a promise sealed in the first blood he drew. Though shallow, his mark was there, and her pain was real.
Still holding the Omega’s shoulder in his teeth, he made a grab for her hand, and pulled it between them.
A calloused palm closed her small fingers around a thick cock and guided her to stroke hard and quick. He grunted with the movement, breath growing shallow, making her participate in his pleasure until he burst milky white over heaving tits and fluttering belly to drip down bruised thighs.
Painting her with ejaculate, growling his release, he dragged her touch down to the growing knot and forced her to squeeze. And still he came, jettisoning more cream over and over the girl trapped by his teeth.
I own you. You will obey. You will smell of me. I can make you like it.
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Sooooo, good, right? I’ve had the privilege of reading this story, and it is mind meltingly hot the entire time, and I cannot wait for you all to get your hands on it! The good news is that Royally Mine is on pre-order for 99 cents, and you can get it everywhere!
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Jul 25, 2017 | Teaser Tuesday
I am so fucking excited that Cari Silverwood’s new book ‘Acquired Possession’ is finally out for all of you to enjoy! To introduce it, I’m just going to share the editorial review I wrote for it when she was gracious enough to let me read it early! ^_^ “Acquired Possession is like a sexy sneak attack. It rips you out of reality and into a decadently described world. First it makes you angry, then it makes you beg for more, and then it delivers with Cari’s powerful eroticism and a completely unexpected love story! Can’t wait for this series to continue!” – Jennifer Bene, author of the bestselling Thalia series
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Acquired Possession
The night Emery is taken she is reading emails in bed.
Aerthe, another world, the world of the Swathe, the moving cities of the Mekkers.
Blind on arrival and naked.
No one touches her until the Mekkers decide humans aren’t people, and therefore can be bought and traded.
The journey through the portal alters humans, shines them all pretty. Humans glimmer. Emery’s bright hair and nails will forever mark her as alien. Her freedom is gone. Though her sight returns, she becomes a possession of House Oren.
But someone else wants to own her. The House Master, Mako, a man who uses whips and canes like most people use a knife – daily, with efficiency and casualness.
Banned from marrying. Banned from playing too intimately with the house possessions, Mako holds himself back. He mustn’t. Shouldn’t. His job is to punish, to control, to keep the House in order.
When Emery runs and takes with her a most dangerous war machine, one not seen since the Last Days of the War… Mako is the man they turn to.
To chase her down. To bring her back, lamed, dead, or mostly alive.
Inspired by the slaveworld Gor series by John Norman.
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Teaser
Chapter One
When waiting in court to see if you are to be declared a slave or free, do not commit an act of violence in front of the judiciary. Emery understood this. A child would grasp this.
On the other side of the court, Fern had drawn a knife – and god knows where she’d found that – and assaulted a guard. Sliced from navel to neck, blood spreading across the breast of his uniform, he staggered back. Fern climbed onto the front railing of the tiered seating. If she kept climbing, she’d reach the three judges who helped their king to preside over this court.
Mouth open, Emery gripped the edges of her seat and watched the other woman jump to the railing on the second tier, balancing there like a gymnast. The audience seemed too scared to stop her.
Emery’s own blood felt as if it’d drained away to nothing. Their future teetered in the balance and now this.
She was being such a coward. Once upon a time, when everything was normal, she’d been invited to Fern’s wedding. Weddings probably didn’t exist in this crazy world.
“Where is she going?” asked Mako from where he sat behind her.
Mako – so appropriate, the same name as a shark. He was security for her patron and protector, Basteer, and she disliked him intensely. However, his question was reasonable.
“To Omrad, the middle judge.” She raised her arm to point though unhappy with how it shook. The motion drew her eye to the leather-and-steel cuffs on her wrists and she lowered her hand.
Had it been that bad, that urgent, that Fern must do this? She grimaced at her callous thought. “He raped her.”
People were shouting and screaming, struggling to get away from Fern. One man who clutched at her was rewarded with a slice to his hand. He stumbled away.
“Stupid girl.”
Really? Now that was callous, but what else did she expect from Mako?
Fern jumped to the next railing, clearly aiming to go up to the three judges. Her brother, Sawyer, was a soldier in the SAS. She’d learned to fight from him, and to stab, apparently. More guards arrived and swarmed up the seating – too many for her to fend off. Though she threw a knife at the judge, they hauled her down, thumping Fern onto the floor on face and stomach. Winded, she was slow, and they pinned her with boot and hand, bound her, then dragged her to a distant corner. Where her heel pulled at the puddle of blood from the first guard, she left a curling trail of red.
The consequences of this impromptu act might be vast and terrible. Everything in this world of Aerthe seemed vast and terrible. Homesickness swept in. Emery wanted home, her apartment with the trains rattling the walls, and her cat.
Wanted normal.
A speck of dirt moved across the floor between her feet, in minuscule jumps. The metal chairs they sat in, and indeed the whole metal room, rocked with the cadence of thousands of terrain-hugging wheels. Least, she assumed there were wheels. No one had said.
Someone was shouting, someone else was whimpering. Fern maybe. Her friend.
She hated being a coward.
Dreading what she’d see, she looked up. They’d had to wrestle down Sawyer too. Five guards stood over him as he was gagged and hogtied. No surprise there – that he’d come to his sister’s defense.
From her tight throat she pulled some words. Had to know. “Will that harm our case?” Not that she’d had high hopes but there’d been some. If free, she could find a way to get home again. There must be a way back.
“Your case? No more than before.” The amused amazement in Mako’s voice raised her hackles. “Her? The knife hit the judge. She’ll pay for that.”
How was her next question. She bit it back. It wouldn’t change anything and talking to Mako bothered her.
Judge Ormrad was extracting the knife from his shoulder, though he seemed barely discomforted. The court officials, and everyone who wanted to have a say in how to handle this, gathered on the far side of the room around the king.
Emery didn’t even know how she’d come here.
For days, she’d prayed it was a dream, but with enough sensory input, enough facts, your brain overloaded and gave in. Enough eating of strange foods, enough touching of dirt and metal.
Enough perfumes and foul odors, enough of the brush and grab of her body by hands that belonged to men who shouldn’t even exist. Enough of…everything.
Her doubts had crumbled. This place was real. What she did here, this day, counted – even dying.
Emery studied her palm, ignoring the leather around her wrists. She’d cut herself, once, with a knife soon snatched away, but she’d achieved her purpose – blood had trickled out and she’d felt the pain.
Real.
She was on Aerthe, world of the Swathe – the herd of mobile landships of the Mekkers – and who knew what else. The sky was blue, except where it was pink. The grass was green. The animals strange, yet almost of her own world, Earth. Paint a cow a little different and it would fit on the plains of Aerthe.
This room smelled of oil and poorly cured animal hides. The brown padding of her seat huffed out scents if she moved. Rust decorated the back of the seat before her – sneaked around screw holes in little tendrils that sought cracks and the circles punched in the metal. At the edges, leather thongs stitched padding to the seat.
The king wore black enamel-like armor and sat on a throne that pulsed with blue lights like a circuit board. His armor had red accents, chunky Mekker writing, and clips to hang weapons. The metal creatures they called mechlings scooted or stalked about, their ornamented bodies imitations of man or animal. They were robots, she supposed?
High technology. Seats of animal hide and factory-cut metal. The contrasts alarmed her. A society collapsing in disrepair was her first choice.
From what she’d heard, the Swathe cut its way across the world, chewing up land, mining, and at the cost of destroyed civilizations – decades of war were behind the existence of the Swathe. She suspected decades might be a severe underestimation.
This world was not hers, and she didn’t know how she’d come here.
One second on her bed, scrolling through emails, the next something had beckoned – an irresistible siren call. She’d walked a yard and fallen…
A door? A portal? A rip in the fabric of reality? The terminology escaped her. She’d seen nothing.
If this was Narnia, she wanted fawns and moralistic heroes who offered you cloaks and sips of warming beverages. Not leather cuffs threaded with steel.
Emery clenched and unclenched her hands. Her fingernails glittered iridescent and red in the light shafting down from the high, curved holes. Think positive, Fern had once told her, we don’t need to buy nail polish anymore.
She turned her hands over, hiding the betraying glow that marked all the humans she’d seen.
At midday, the sun here left pink rings in the sky. They’d let her look out one window, once.
She’d arrived naked, her clothes vaporized in the transit, yet no one had molested her. She’d been blind after she came through. They’d force-fed her their language somehow, while she was blind, with mutterings of words. She knew Mekkian but English was hers, her secret. It was good to have secrets from these others. Even if this decision came out wrong, she’d contact the other humans and form a spy cell, or whatever the hell you called them.
Voices droned on in the background. If it was anything like on Earth, this might take all day.
Clasping her hands tightly, she said softly, as if in prayer. “One step at a time. To get back home, we have to find out how they brought us here.”
A large hand enveloped Emery’s hair and hauled her backward until her neck was bent uncomfortably in an arc over the seat and she was looking up into Mako’s eyes. When she flung up her hands to stop him, he met them with his other hand. As easily as she might pluck a flower, he gathered them with his fist and fastened her hands to her thigh.
Dark eyes. Broad face. He brooked no disagreement, even from fellow Mekkers. She’d seen him tip a man upside down and shake him by the leg.
“You think I don’t understand your English?”
Oh fuck.
“I can understand you. I learned it better than you learned ours, maybe.”
He’d learned English. Why was this asshole so smart?
“You may want to note that the king just announced that you humans are not of this world. This means you are not people. Therefore you are now slaves. Understand?”
Slaves. No. This is crazy.
When had they said that?
She didn’t look away. He wanted that – to make her fear. “I understand.”
She hadn’t said anything that startling, had she? Just that she wanted to go home, a home that was going to be so much harder to get to now. The word slave made her stomach go into freefall.
Rebellion rustled to life.
A smile played across his mouth. “You have each been declared the property of your patrons, so that means you’re mine.”
“Then I’m…Basteer’s.” She shut her eyes for a second, disquieted. Wasn’t good to say she was anyone’s but she’d rather remind him he was just an employee and not her damn owner.
“By proxy, I own you.” He squeezed on her neck, shook her slightly. “One step removed, but he won’t deny me. He never does, because he doesn’t like to get his hands dirty.”
Their patrons were supposed to be their protectors, weren’t they? The lies were adding up. This law had been rolled out casually. She’d blinked, lost track of what they were saying for a minute, and it was done.
The increased force of his grip made tears fill her eyes. She may as well kick this off on the right footing. “Fuck you, you asshole.”
“You will cease being disrespectful. You’re a new slave, but I find it best to be clear about things from the beginning. When we are outside the court, I will deal with it.” He released her so she could sit up properly to look at the king and the room, then he gripped her hair again. “We’ll watch this last bit of legal wrangling before I take you back to Basteer.”
There was nothing in his words to scare her particularly but Emery found herself trembling. She pursed her lips and set a mean frown on her forehead. New slave. She had an inkling that no one was going to use her name much in the future.
If she couldn’t find out how to return to Earth, this construction, ship, whatever it might be, must have doors, windows. She just had to find them and jump out. And run.
It might be a long distance to the ground and she wouldn’t know where to go.
She’d face that when she came to it. When.
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I promise this book will drag you into it and wrap you up and make you never want to leave! The best news is that Cari is releasing MORE BOOKS in this world, following other characters, and I can’t wait for more kinky fuckery! Fingers crossed for more purple light electric play!
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Cari Silverwood is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling writer of kinky darkness or sometimes of dark kinkiness (and sometimes fantasy such as the Magience world books), depending on her moods and the amount of time she’s spent staring into the night. When others are writing bad men doing bad things you may find her writing good men who accidentally on purpose fall into the abyss and come out with their morals twisted in knots.
Jul 18, 2017 | Teaser Tuesday
I am SO EXCITED to start sharing sneak peeks from the wonderful stories in Royally Mine! This boxset is full of NY Times, USA Today, and international bestselling authors, and it’s available on pre-order for just 99¢! Even better, it’s already been a #1 bestseller in 4 categories! Can’t wait for you guys to read the full story behind Finn & Aubrey. <3
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Decadence (Royally Mine boxed set)
Is this an addiction? Or is it perfection?
Aubrey is trying to get her life under control. More specifically her sex life, and that’s hard to do when blond bad boy Finn shows up in a bar just when she’s jonesing for a fix of someone tall, hot, and good in bed.
He was supposed to be another one-night-stand in a long string of one-night-stands, but there’s more to Finn than what’s in his pants. From his good looks, to his charm, to his wild and carefree life, he seems to be everything Aubrey could want.
But Finn Solberg is hiding a royal secret that could bring all their fun to an end right when he’s realizing Aubrey could be his perfect match.
Royally Mine (boxed set blurb)
Powerful kings. Dirty-talking princes. Insatiable dukes.
They’re ready to rule your heart.
Royally Mine is a sexy collection of bad boy romances featuring HOT royal heroes, brought to you by twenty-two New York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling authors. This deliciously naughty bundle of ALL-NEW standalone novellas stars panty-scorching kings, princes, and dukes who are used to being in command. Charge up your e-reader, clear your schedule, and put on your best tiara, because these royal bad boys are ready to conquer your heart while making you blush oh so hard.
Featured authors: Susan Stoker, Annabel Joseph, Katy Regnery, Nikki Sloane, Renee Rose, Molly O’Keefe, Alta Hensley, Nora Flite, Natasha Knight, Sue Lyndon, Jenika Snow, Maggie Ryan, Celeste Jones, Lee Savino, Livia Grant, Alexis Alvarez, Rayanna James, Ava Sinclair, Addison Cain, Jennifer Bene, Becca Jameson, Mikey Lee
Publisher’s Note: The stories included in this smoking hot box set are MF and MFM pairings. Some contain kink. All will leave you breathlessly panting for more.
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Teaser
Her skin was buzzing, the itching sensation that had tortured her for three weeks, one day, and almost seventeen hours about to be sated in an empty restaurant bathroom.
Not like it would be the first time.
It’s not like she hadn’t done her due diligence. He had a tan, but no tan line from a wedding ring. He was sandy blond perfection, and she wanted to feel what he could do between her thighs. So much over-confident talk, but he was probably some casting-call groupie. Some wannabe actor, or model, or whatever-the-fuck, wanting his break in LA like a thousand other gorgeous men who stalked the city hoping to get their one shot at stardom — and she definitely wasn’t it.
This guy, Finn, didn’t know her dad, or her mom, and had no aspirations with her beyond getting between her legs… which was exactly where she wanted him.
Needed him.
Dr. Kirkland could lecture her on Monday. Three weeks was a new record, and she could aim for four next time. After she fucked the hottie with the sexy accent and the tempting tilt to his lips that made her want to kiss him.
The creak of the bathroom door momentarily let in the buzz of the restaurant, then it fell shut, closing her in with the hushed sound of footsteps. Aubrey had pressed the last stall door closed, but he pushed it open confidently, his fit form filling the doorway as a wicked grin tainted his lips. “Did you just tell me to fuck you?”
“Did I get your third wish wrong?” she asked, leaning back against the white tile.
“Not at all, beautiful.” Finn stepped in close, slamming the stall door and flicking the lock without pulling those perfect green eyes from hers.
“Good.” Reaching forward she tugged him against her by the edges of his tasteful, camel colored blazer, and his lips collided with hers. Without missing a step Finn had his hands on either side of her face, his body pressed against hers, and she knew she had him. He nipped her bottom lip as he grabbed her thighs, lifting her effortlessly so that her legs split around his hips.
“Do you do this often?” his voice rumbled against her lips, and she grinned.
“Why? You don’t feel special?” Aubrey rolled her hips as he let her drop a little so that she could feel his erection rubbing against her core, confirmation that all her flirting and teasing had paid off.
“I always feel special, beautiful.” The words were spoken between nipping kisses down her neck, brushing over her collarbone as he nudged her top out of the way. All of it said in that delicious accent that had her clit pounding with the promise of what he could offer her.
“Then fuck me,” she demanded, her voice breathy.
Finn leaned up, those gorgeous eyes meeting hers as his pupils dilated. “You’re unreal.”
“Not the first time I’ve been told that.” She leaned forward to kiss him, and he slammed her back against the tiled wall, the pressure of his body against hers becoming a form of euphoria after her horrible bout of abstinence. The need inside her quickly turned into a molten heat that focused between her thighs, making her whine against his lips as he mimed a thrust. Every brush was a taunt, a too-light touch, and she wanted more, wanted all of him — and she was done waiting. “Please,” she gasped, and he growled against her skin.
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I cannot wait for you guys to get your hands on this story. It’s dirty and fun and was an absolute blast to write! I love Finn and Aubrey and their relationship so much! I even want to write more of their story in 2018! They are just too fun to let go!
Make sure to pre-order this amazing boxset for 99¢ before it comes out on August 22nd, and stay tuned on my blog for more delicious snippets from other authors!
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Jun 27, 2017 | Teaser Tuesday
Before I get to this panty-melting story from Renee Rose, I just have to say… OMFG ITS FINALLY RELEASE DAY AND I CANT STAND IT BECAUSE I’M SO EXCITED! Remember, this incredible boxset will only be 99¢ through July 3rd! This is your last week to get your hands on Andre from Monster, aaaand Yuri from The Russian before it’s $6.99. And I promise as soon as you read this snippet, you’ll be proclaiming #ineedaRussian from the mountain tops. I sure as hell was!
Amazon: http://amzn.to/2sBmo6d
B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1126520993
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‘The Russian’ by Renee Rose (from the Hero Undercover boxset)
I can’t stay away from her.
I don’t care if I get whacked by the mob. Or fired from the FBI.
She’s my sunshine.
Her brother’s a scumbag. He owes the don money.
The don sends me to collect my pound of flesh, but I want more than a pound.
I want Her.
And there’s no way I’m letting her get hurt.
Hell, if any of them touch her, I’ll blow my cover in a second.
Boxset Blurb
CAN YOU HANDLE 25 SMOKIN’ HOT, TAKE-CHARGE, BAD BOYS?
Don’t miss this sizzling compilation of panty-melting military masters, determined detectives, and rope twirling cowboys. Your knees will grow weak with each take-charge encounter leaving you breathless for more. Sink into the novellas and submit to these sinfully strict salacious alpha males.
Penned by 25 New York Times, USA Today, and award-winning, best-selling romance authors.
Annabel Joseph, Addison Cain, Renee Rose, Maggie Ryan, Maddie Taylor, Emily Tilton, Trent Evans, Jennifer Bene, Jane Henry, Sophie Kisker, Megan Michaels, Katherine Deane, Maggie Carpenter, Maisy Archer, Alyssa Bailey, Claire Conrad, Stevie MacFarlane, Piper Stone, Anya Summers, Lucy Wild, BJ Wane, A.C. Rose, April Hill, Amelia Smarts, Meredith O’Reilly
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Teaser
“Not a fucking word. Not a fucking sound, you hear me? Or I blow your head off. Someone else gets on this elevator, you keep your fucking mouth shut. Got it?” Tommy instructed her.
She didn’t answer.
He jabbed her ribs with the muzzle of the gun through his jacket pocket. “I said, got it?”
“Got it, yeah,” she huffed, but the quaver in her voice gave away her fear.
Hang in there, baby.
When they got into the suite, Tommy duct taped her to a chair, taping her wrists together, then winding a length around her torso to attach to the chair.
“You know, you’re just going to have to take that off the first time she has to go to the bathroom, don’t you?” he asked, trying to sound casual.
Her eyes followed him, and he saw her mind working, trying to figure out her way out of her dilemma.
He willed her to let it go, to trust him to handle things. Any trouble she gave them could get her hurt, and that was the last thing he wanted. But she lurched against the bonds, tipping the chair forward. When Tommy shoved it back down, tears popped into eyes, though her face appeared mutinous.
Just the sight of those tears made his blood pressure spike. “Don’t. Cry,” he spat.
“Fuck you,” she repeated.
Tommy slapped her with an open hand before he even had a chance to move.
“Don’t,” he snapped, too loud. Get a grip, Yuri. His breath came too fast, fingers tightened into fists at his sides.
“Why not?” Tommy asked.
“Because, she has pretty face.” It was hard to make his lips open enough to speak, his mouth was so fucking tight. “I want to keep looking at it. You put bruises on her, I have to look at ugly face.” He adopted what he hoped was a casual stroll over to her and stroked away the red spot on her cheek with his thumb.
Looking into the depths of her furious brown eyes nearly killed him.
Tommy snorted, but seemed to accept that. He’d played the part of the crazy Russian for so long that they accepted all kinds of quirks from him, mostly because they respected the level of violence he could bring.
“So where do you want me to hit her?”
He had to force himself to remove his hand from her and turn away, to speak casually. “I don’t care. Not the face.”
Freddo cocked his head, peering at Lucy. “Yeah, I guess I see what you mean. I wouldn’t have called her pretty, but it’s there.”
Jesus, fuck these guys were such idiots. Did they only think a girl with long hair and a skirt fit the definition of pretty?
“So that’s your type, huh?” Freddo asked. “You like the piercings and pigtails?”
Do not engage with the idiots.
“Yeah.” He returned to Lucy. “You want something to eat, baby?”
She glared at him and shook her head, which made Tommy laugh some more. “I don’t think she wants to be your baby, Russian.”
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Unf. I cannot begin to tell you how incredibly delicious Yuri is. Renee absolutely nailed this character, and he does quite a bit of nailing in the book if-you-know-what-i-mean. I had the great fortune of getting to beta read this one and I was so deliriously happy when I finished that I sent Renee a rambling FB message at like 2am. It was ridiculous, but she’s still speaking to me so I know I didn’t scare her off. The good news is you can get Yuri and Andre and Stephen in the same boxset. I know, prepare thyselves for late nights and cranking up the A/C!
Amazon: http://amzn.to/2sBmo6d
B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1126520993
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USA Today Bestselling Author Renee Rose is a naughty wordsmith who writes kinky BDSM and spanking romance novels. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won The Romance Reviews Best Historical, Sci-Fi and BDSM awards, Spanking Romance Reviews‘ Best Historical, Erotic, Ageplay and favorite author, and was a finalist for The BDSM Writer’s Con Golden Flogger award. She’s hit #1 on Amazon in multiple categories in the U.S. and U.K., is often found on the list of Amazon’s Top 100 Erotic Authors and has been a regular columnist for Write Sex Right. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams. To receive four free books from Renee, sign up for her mailing list here.
Jun 20, 2017 | Teaser Tuesday
Oh, lovelies, for this week I’m featuring another story from our ‘Hero Undercover’ boxset and this one I got to read before it was even submitted and it is deliciously twisted and fun – but what else would we expect from the incredible Addison Cain? I think what I love the most about ‘A Night by My Fire’ is that the female character is such a badass. A survivalist, independent and strong, and she takes no shit from our male protagonist. He has a secret I wouldn’t dare ruin for you, but I love the mix of ultra-dangerous killer and confused innocent to the ways of the real world and the power of nature. Just SO MUCH STUFF packing into a short story, and I know you’ll love it.
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‘A Night by my Fire’ by Addison Cain (featured in the ‘Hero Undercover boxset)
The risk River had taken saving a stranger bigger than a linebacker and as grateful as a psychopath put her in a bad position. Someone had left him to die… and good men didn’t get dumped in the cold.
Boxset Blurb
CAN YOU HANDLE 25 SMOKIN’ HOT, TAKE-CHARGE, BAD BOYS?
Don’t miss this sizzling compilation of panty-melting military masters, determined detectives, and rope twirling cowboys. Your knees will grow weak with each take-charge encounter leaving you breathless for more. Sink into the novellas and submit to these sinfully strict salacious alpha males.
Penned by 25 New York Times, USA Today, and award-winning, best-selling romance authors.
Annabel Joseph, Addison Cain, Renee Rose, Maggie Ryan, Maddie Taylor, Emily Tilton, Trent Evans, Jennifer Bene, Jane Henry, Sophie Kisker, Megan Michaels, Katherine Deane, Maggie Carpenter, Maisy Archer, Alyssa Bailey, Claire Conrad, Stevie MacFarlane, Piper Stone, Anya Summers, Lucy Wild, BJ Wane, A.C. Rose, April Hill, Amelia Smarts, Meredith O’Reilly
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Teaser
When she returned, having used up all the short daylight gathering more rabbits than one woman could eat, she was hardly through the door before Stephen was on her. The rifle was ripped away, slid out of reach, her snow laden jacket pulled off flailing limbs so quick she hardly knew what hit her. Hand to her throat, he pressed her back against the shutting door, his arm long enough River could do little more than hiss and thrash, unable to reach the man with clawing fingers.
He growled, “Do you understand now?” He wasn’t hurting her, not really, but there was no way she could move from his control. He seemed so level, so unaffected by the fact he had her life in his hands. “Men are dangerous. Do not pull them from lakes.”
Swallowing under the constriction, River tried not to let her eyes water. “I get it. You wanted to die. Because you’re terrified, and you’re in pain.”
His voice almost broke. Not in tears, or in pain, but in utter puzzlement. “Why do you refuse to learn?”
River countered, “Why are you still here? You think I don’t know that you’ve studied the trail guides, my maps? I spent hours in a bathroom colder than a witch’s tit so you could find your way. LEAVE!”
Stephen dragged her to the fire, ignoring the dead rabbits she dropped, ignoring that she was practically chewing on his wrist. Atop the rug, he forced her down, pinning her hips and watching until she grasped what was coming.
Patting his chest, trying to signal he was too close, River stammered, “Just cook the rabbit.”
Stephen shifted his knee to settle it between the woman’s legs, so he might continue to look down at her. She seemed uncomfortable. Her positioning was fixed with one sharp yank on her thigh, a tug that brought her prostrated fully underneath his crouch.
In the last days, the man had hardly touched her, had always kept an almost laughable distance, and now he was hauling her around. River was not happy about it. “You’re making me very nervous…”
He’d read the entirety of the terrible romance while she’d slept. He’d studied. “Why? Is this not the way the woman was handled in that book?”
Oh dear god, he was actually teasing her… “It’s just a book.”
The man smirked. “You claimed that was the desire of lonely women.”
Her brows drew down, offense obvious in her voice. “I said no such thing, and I am not a lonely woman!”
Agitated, Stephen growled, “If the book was incorrect, then tell me the custom for initiating.”
“Initiating?” River repeated the word slowly, seeing the man was staring at her mouth again. “You’re holding me down.”
Blue eyes snapped up, met hers, and were far too intimidating. “I would not force you.”
Then why had he dragged her to the fire? “You forced me here.”
Not knowing the proper words when propositioning a female, he said, “I see no more point in playing games when you know I want to touch you and you want to be touched.”
He was so blunt, even River was not sure what to say.
“And I want to see your body,” Stephen added, carefully noting the minutia of her reactions so he might continue in the correct direction. “I want to feel your mouth again. When you are naked, and I am hard, I want to fuck you.”
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*faints* Unf, I just love the hotness in this book, and their dialogue is absolutely perfect. Witty and brash and overly blunt in a way that makes you stare at the screen open-mouthed. You are going to *LOVE* it, and the good news is you can still pick up the boxset to get Addison’s story, mine, and so many other amazing books for just 99c! But that’s going to end July 1st, so make sure you snag it while it’s on pre-order. Hero Undercover goes live on June 27th!
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Want more of Addison Cain?
Addison L. Cain was born in sunny California, but found herself drawn to dwell in older, history-rich places. Japan, Ireland, Qatar, and now Washington DC,Addison is always on the move, always eager to immerse herself in new cultures and people. Her stories reflect the antiquities she loves: deep and sometimes very dark. Driven to push her characters beyond the pale, Addison’s books are not for the faint of heart.
An alumni of California State University Fullerton, she earned a degree in Japanese and spent years in Asia studying indigenous Japanese religion. Primeval forests and worn pathways have led to her obsession with gardening. Her Great Dane approves, loping around the yard and getting into mischief. Unfortunately the cat has to watch from a window, and because Addison is a total sucker for his sad golden eyes, he gets hours of belly rubs and too many treats.
Jun 13, 2017 | Teaser Tuesday |
The ‘Hero Undercover’ box set comes out on June 27th but it’s available for pre-order right now, and Maggie Carpenter’s deviously sexy novella ‘The Scarlet Stiletto’ is in it with me! Trust me, once you get a taste of the teaser below you’ll have to 1-click if you haven’t already!
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‘The Scarlet Stiletto’ by Maggie Carpenter … included in the ‘Hero Undercover’ box set!
A BLONDE BOMBSHELL ~ A DECADENT DETECTIVE
A MYSTERIOUS MURDER
Manhattan 1938.
Ruby Rose is in trouble. Terrible trouble. Her much older and wealthy husband Al Rogan is lying on the floor in their home. His skull is caved in, hit with the fireplace poker. Now the tall leggy knock-out blonde has to seek help from a man she’s never met, Patrick McGuire.
Patrick, a former cop turned private investigator, kicks his feet up on his desk and pulls his hat over his eyes, but his respite is abruptly interrupted when he hears the seductive clicking of a woman’s high-heels.
Though he loves the sound he’s in no mood for another housewife seeking a detective to spy on her cheating husband, and grudgingly opening his eyes, he is shocked to see a beautiful, blonde, willowy babe, with undeniably kiss-me-now lips coated in crimson lipstick.
Patrick is intrigued, confounded, and inexorably attracted to her, but why didn’t she go the police? Was it possible the gorgeous gal could be the culprit?
Rich memorable characters star in this riveting whodunnit romance. Twists, turns and hot sex will keep you turning the pages, and the suspense and intrigue will keep you guessing until the very last chapter.
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Teaser
He’d just laid his trousers over the chair against the wall when he heard a gentle knock. Realizing he was still wearing his socks, he half-hopped-half-walked across the room as he pulled them off. A woman had once told him, a man in his socks and boxers was about the most unattractive thing she could imagine. Boxers and an undershirt could be sexy, but not boxers and socks. Slightly out of breath, and determined he would not be sharing Ruby’s bed, he opened the door.
“Hi,” she said softly, gazing at him, her blue eyes inviting more than a perfunctory response.
He could feel his resolve melting away. Standing before him was a Goddess cloaked in shimmering pink. The thin silky satin nightgown floating around her body highlighted every curve, her nipples were pressing urgently against the flimsy fabric, then his eyes fell to her lips, her unbelievably lusciously kissable lips.
“I want you,” she whispered, closing the foot of space between them and circling her arms around his neck. “I don’t care about what’s right or wrong, I don’t care about tomorrow morning, I don’t care about morals or virtues or any of that. I want you, I need you, and if you think badly of me, so be it. Please, Patrick, please make love to me.”
The embers burning inside him flared into a white hot flame, and swooping her up he carried her to the bed, laid her down, and resting his weight on top of her, he dropped his lips on hers. He kissed her holding nothing back, exposing his hungry need as he crushed her lips, praying she would know his fervent desire for her was based on more than just lust, and when he finally broke away, his heart was pounding, his cock was standing at full attention, and he was completely breathless. Raising his gaze he found her panting as he was, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes half-lidded. For a moment he thought she was about to speak, but she didn’t, instead moaning her pleasure and raising her chest, silently begging his lips to visit her breasts.
He wanted to slow things down, but his burning fever had taken control, and as he traveled his mouth to her cleavage, his hands moved to the thin spaghetti straps resting on her shoulders. Sliding them down, exposing her luscious mounds, he dove his mouth from one nipple to the next, hungrily sucking as he listened to her utterances of joy, then hastily sliding off her gown and tossing it aside, he pushed his fingers into her naked sex. She cried out and wriggled against his touch, and as he thrust his finger into her soaked strait, he heard himself groan. Rising up he tore off his undershirt and boxers, then laying back on top of her, he pushed her legs apart with his own, and rested his cock against her sex.
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Can you BELIEVE she left us hanging like that? SO CRUEL! The good news is we don’t have to wait much longer for this delicious piece of murder mystery erotica… ‘Hero Undercover’ comes out on June 27th and you can pre-order on all the sites below for just 99¢! THAT’S RIGHT! ONLY 99¢! You know you want it, especially since there are 24 other delectable stories to entice you!
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Want more of Maggie Carpenter?
Award-winning and best-selling author Maggie Carpenter has published over fifty romance novels, and is the recipient of a number Spanking Romance Reviews awards spanning a variety of genres. Her readers describe her work as, romantic, funny, suspenseful, beyond a five-star read, exciting romance with a ton of surprises.
Maggie has a history in show-business both in front of and behind the camera, but moved from Los Angeles to live in the Pacific Northwest to pursue her writing. She is an equine enthusiast who rides every day, and writes until the wee hours of the morning when her eyes close only because they must.
This author loves to hear from readers. You can contact her through her website: www.MaggieCarpenter.com. To sample her work for free, go to, www.3FreeBooks.com.
