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Saturday, July 29, 2017

No Fool by Ann Raina-He Enters A World of Desire and Strange Liaisons #BDSM #RomanceNovel #MF

The lady neither said her name nor mentioned her wishes.  






Blurb

CIA agent Tessler is a known charmer, but now he shall prove he’s good at his job. On the estate of the rich Lady Summerston, the CIA assumes foreign workers to be trained for more than gardening. Michael becomes one of the callboys the lady employs and is soon involved in a world full of desire and strange liaisons. Will he succeed to do his job and what will it be?


Excerpt: 

She took one of the black leather harnesses and held it before her, frowning. “What’s the long part in the middle?”

“It goes around the manhood.”

Mrs. Smith lifted her gaze toward her chosen man, a mocking glance in her eyes. “You mean, you get strapped into this thing and this part holds your jewels?”

Michael wondered for how long he could pretend this conversation to be normal. The urge to burst into laughter got stronger by the minute.

“Indeed, that’s what it’s designed for.”

“Designed!” She gave back the harness, laughing herself silly.

He closed the drawer and opened the last. It was low enough for her to look into it without Michael’s help. He knelt beside her.

She pointed at a curved piece of metal with two blunt endings. “And this is?”

“A nose hook.”

“A what?”

“A nose hook. You put it in like this—” He demonstrated it. “―So that the sub can’t lift his head.”

She picked another one, larger than the first. “And this is for someone with just one nostril?”

Michael did not know what Mrs. Smith would do if he rolled on the floor laughing. He decided to answer the question.

“No, that’s another kind of hook. It belongs more to the backside.”

“I get the idea.” Her hand flew up. “No demonstration necessary.”

She put it back as if it had bitten.

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No Fool—An Undercover Mission
Copyright © 2010 Ann Raina
ISBN: 978-1-55487-619-8
Cover art by Angela Waters

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Buy Links

Amazon- https://www.amazon.com/Fool-Undercover-Mission-Ann-Raina-ebook/dp/B003YOSYQG/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1499420772&sr=1-1&keywords=No+Fool+An+Undercover+Mission

Extasy Books- http://www.extasybooks.com/no-fool-an-undercover-mission/?search=Ann%20Raina&sub_category=1


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About Ann

Writing… That’s one of the hobbies that has never left me, never stopped entertaining me and will, hopefully, never end to be exciting and new every time.

However, the way to become a published author took time and, yes, courage. It’s the decision to be brave enough to be judged by professionals if your writing is worth to be printed. The jump into cold water was rewarded by my first contract with eXtasy books in July, 2007.

Freedom in Chains was published on February, 1st, 2008.

The second novel, also a SciFi story touched with romance and BDSM, is also contracted by eXtasy books. Since it’s a long novel, the chief editor of the publishing house suggested to release it in three parts. The first one’s now available, the other two will follow in fall and winter of 2009.

I’m beyond 40, live with my family in Germany, full time working mother and wife, and live a really blessed and happy life. Maybe that’s the reason and the roots to writing nice… and partly not so nice books.


Thursday, July 20, 2017

Xander by Valerie Ullmer- When He Heard Her Voice He Knew She Was Supposed To Be His #Shifter #RomanceNovel

He's half-human, half-shifter and all trouble...




Blurb

Xander has secretly yearned for a mate for most of his immortal existence, and yet after three of his friends found exactly what he’s always wanted, he’d come to believe that he’d missed his chance at happiness.

Until he heard her voice.

Frost is a wildlife biologist and tracker and she has been assigned, despite her adamant protests, to lead mercenaries into the mountains of Snowfall, Colorado for the sole purpose of killing immortal shifters.  In order to protect those who have no idea the kind of danger they are in, she agrees.  As she leads the armed men on a wild chase around the snow-covered pines, she could sense that she was running out of time.

Until she heard his voice.

Xander understands exactly who Frost is the moment he hears her thoughts.  With the help of Kane and Gunnar, they eliminate those in her group as they try to keep her safe.  But during the fight, she is hurt and all of his protective instincts flare to life.  As Xander learns more about her, he realizes that Frost might be the key to the creation of the immortals, both vampire and shifter.

But when she becomes a target from those who want to destroy the Dark Company and Xander’s family, how far will he go to save her?




Excerpt

Xander froze when he heard a feminine voice carry over to him, she sounded closer than she had been even a few moments before.  He should have sensed her coming closer.  But the only question on his mind was why the fuck she was tagging along with a group of mercenaries.  He heard the voice again, a tinny version of her voice, and for a long moment he couldn’t understand the words.

Until she stepped forward.

No, no.  Not that way.  Not that way.

Something warmed his chest as he heard her in his head as clearly as they were speaking aloud.  A familiarity washed over him and he felt connected to this woman in an elemental way.  A feeling a peace settled over him.  He knew this was the first time he’d ever heard her voice.  He was so stunned and happy that he didn’t even question how they were able to mind link.

Can either of you hear the woman’s thoughts?

Woman?  Gunnar sounded confused.

Kane’s reply was quick and clipped.  No.

Hello?

Hello?

Xander tried to get her attention.  Can you hear me?

He held his breath when he heard her distinct gasp, knowing that their mind link worked.  His chest filled with dread at the thought that she gave herself away, until he heard her next words.\

“I spotted a grizzly bear in the trees to the west.  Sorry, I startled him and he ran off.”

For long seconds, the men in the clearing stared at the woman before they were ordered to keep searching.

Xander stood close enough that he could see her curves underneath the heavy white parka.  And having the worst timing in the world, Xander felt himself harden.  He took a deep, cleansing breath of sharp mountain air that instantly cooled his overheated body.

Yes, I can hear you.  These men, seven in total, are looking for immortals.  They have been contracted by my boss at U.S. Fish and Wildlife to kill them.  Apparently the immortals are supposed to become animals.  Can you help me without hurting yourself?  They are heavily armed.

Xander was taken completely by surprise.  She didn’t question their connection but instead relayed vital information that he would need.  He could also start to feel her emotions.  She wasn’t scared, just determined.  He could hear her heart beating at a fast rate and her breathing strained from either the hike up the mountain or the tension in the air.  He watched as she subtly shifted her head around as she searched for him, unable to spot him in the trees.

We can help.  I’m going to communicate with my team and we’ll take out the men.  Are you okay with that?

Yes, I know they are paid mercenaries and I’m pissed that they killed a wolf two days ago for no other reason than they wanted to shoot something.

What’s your name?

Frost.

Frost, I’m Xander.  When I tell you to run, run south.  Okay?
Yes, I understand.

Xander relayed the conversation he had with Frost.

We are going to have to kill them, there’s no other way around it.

They couldn’t have a threat looming over them, especially if one escaped and brought in a stronger, more trained group of mercenaries.  Although they could easily defeat any group of fighters, keeping their existence a secret was crucial.  The more humans that knew about them, the bigger the danger it posed.

Working as a team, they closed in on the unsuspecting mercenaries.  At first, they quietly removed those men who were stationed on the outer perimeter, using knives to subdue them, or in Xander’s case, using his bare hands and quickly snapping their necks.  He didn’t want Frost to see blood on him.  The only sound he could hear detect was the grunts of the men who were dispatched.  By the time Gunnar, Kane, and he closed in on their ranks, there were only three mercenaries remaining.

The older man spotted movement in Gunnar’s direction and without hesitation raised his weapon and started firing.  The wolf easily dodged the shots before melting farther into the trees.  Silence descended upon the area as the man searched for Gunnar.

Frost, run south, keep as low as you can and use the trees as cover. 

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Buy Links

Amazon- https://www.amazon.com/dp/B073B8NKQL

Amazon UK- https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B073B8NKQL

Amazon AU- https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B073B8NKQL

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About Author

Valerie writes paranormal and contemporary romances with strong alpha males and brilliant, beautiful heroines. She lives in Denver, Colorado with her wonderfully supportive husband and their funny and wise black lab. She's addicted to coffee, crime shows, and reading and writing character driven romances.

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Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Winning the Campaign Manager by Lucy Felthouse- This Gruff #Shifter Has Finally Found His Mate #RomanceNovel #MM

Politics has never been so sexy!



Blurb:

Cade Avery is running for a position on his local county council. He’s extremely good at what he does and is a valuable asset to his community. The trouble is, he upsets people, says the wrong things, and rides rough-shod over other people’s plans and ideas. His assistant, Mary, eager to improve Cade’s public image, hires him a campaign manager.

Quentin Rayworth is thrilled to be working with such a formidable public figure. It’ll be a challenge, but he’s confident he can help Cade to win the election, and knows that the achievement will look impressive on his CV.

It’s soon clear that the two men are set to be an excellent team. That is, until Cade’s werewolf makes its intentions known—in Quentin, it has found its mate, and it will not rest until he has claimed him. But can Cade—and his wolf—win over the campaign manager?

*****



Excerpt:

“You’ve done what?” Cade Avery yelled, fixing his long-time friend and colleague, Mary Summers, with a glare.

He slammed his hands down on his desk, making a bunch of pens jump and rattle, and causing water to splash over the side of his glass.

“Why the hell would you do such a thing?”

Mary, by now used to Cade’s temper and frequent outbursts, didn’t flinch. Standing firm on the other side of his desk, she calmly stated, “You heard me, Cade. I’ve appointed you a campaign manager. And as for the why, I think it’s pretty damn obvious.”

“Not to me,” he grumbled, snatching a handful of tissues from the box in his top drawer and swiping irritably at the liquid he’d spilled. “Seems like an unnecessary expense.”

With a heavy sigh, Mary replied, “Do you want to win this bloody election or not?”

“Yes, of course I do. What sort of a stupid question is that?”

“Well then, you need a campaign manager. The rest of the team and I already have enough on our plates. We can’t handle that side of things, too. Not to mention the fact that you really need someone with … expertise … in that department. Someone who can boost your public image, make you more likeable … you know, so people will actually vote for you.”

Screwing up the wad of soggy tissue and dumping it in the wastebasket beside him, Cade snapped his gaze to Mary. She stood, the ever-present iPad clutched against her chest, looking as determined and immovable as a five-feet-one, slim thirty-five-year-old was ever going to get.

He sat back in his chair and folded his arms. “What’s wrong with my public image?”

Rolling her eyes heavenward, her body tensing, Mary’s cool demeanor actually looked on the verge of cracking. Taking a deep breath and releasing it, she looked back at him.

“Give me strength, Cade. Are you fucking serious?”

She may have used the deep breath and probably a considerable amount of willpower to dampen down her physical reaction to his question, but her actual words gave her true state of mind away. As a rule, the word “bloody” was as bad as it got for Mary. To have enticed a “fucking” out of her, and within the same conversation, no less, meant she was in real danger of losing her temper with him.

And despite her diminutive frame and usually chilled-out personality—especially in comparison with his huge frame and fiery personality—when she did lose it, she was utterly terrifying. Possibly the fact that she rarely got angry was what made it so potent when she did. Mary’s ire could turn even the thickest-skinned person into a blubbering wreck.

“Mary,” he cooed, backtracking quickly, “come on, sit down. Why do you always insist on standing up in here?”

“Because, unless we’re having a meeting, I don’t generally need to stay long. I normally impart my information, you give your feedback, and we get on with our day.”

She shifted restlessly and narrowed her eyes. “But today, it seems, you’re having a bit of a brain fart. Do I really need to spell it out for you?”

Raising his eyebrows at her increasing irritation, and wondering if there was something going on in her private life that was making her so touchy, he nodded. “Yes, I really think you do.”

A few seconds of silence passed, in which Mary again seemed to be getting a grip on her irritation.

She finally said, “All right. But don’t forget; you asked for it.”

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Buy links:

Amazon (universal link): http://mybook.to/WTCM 

Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/winning-the-campaign-manager-by-lucy-felthouse/ 

BookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/winning-the-campaign-manager-mm 

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/733972?ref=cw1985 


Other links will be added here when they become available: 

Author Webpage- http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/winning-the-campaign-manager/ 

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35581577-winning-the-campaign-manager 




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Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller), The Persecution of the Wolves and Hiding in Plain Sight. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 160 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes.

Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook.

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Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Living for the Act by Ann Raine-To This Powerful #Domme, He Was A Magnificent Gift #BDSM #SciFiRomance




Blurb:

On the verge of extinction after a long war, the women of Raskayen take the only chance to enlarge their population--they capture men from other worlds to use them in closed facilities. Restricted by rules, men are only for mating, not for love and the clan chiefs watch their groups of fertile males closely. But when it comes to love, not even leaders can predict the outcome for their society. And there are men who want more than spending their lives as objects of lust.

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Excerpt

Termatir leaned back, sitting comfortably on her haunches on the lower end of the broad bed. She watched Borayn pant with anticipation. It was a sound she relished so much she had to stop. Though in dire need, she had seen him fight his arousal, seen the mixed emotions and self-loathing. She fondled with his cock, aroused him slowly to let him feel her power. Oh, yes, he would learn of her power. He would learn to never cross her in his entire life. But to truly learn such behavior, Termatir decided to give him assistance. She had used the Burmioum construction successfully and he had either not or in vain tried to open it. She resumed stroking his member and enjoyed the hotness in her hand. Inching downward on his legs she found the perfect position to lick him sensuously.

Borayn had closed his eyes as if it would take him away from Termatir or change her into another person. He moaned and gasped. His whole body trembled with delight. The chain at the collar clanked as Borayn turned his head sideways. The sensation of the gentle tickling and squeezing only heightened Borayn’s pleasure. He had been in bondage before and rewarded in a special way. The memory was sweet and unwanted, but his arousal came easily. His cock stood to attention, his glans glistened wet. He moved his hands in the mittens, too restricted to act the way he wanted.

Termatir waited for him to beg for release. She waited long, just teased him, licked him, stroked along the shaft and made him crazy enough to go every length to satisfaction.

“Please, let me…”

“Hm, I might.”

Termatir squeezed his balls, causing another shudder of lust in his testosterone driven body. She placed a cock ring, knowing that it would prolong his erection as he was a trained mating partner. He winced at the pressure, turning his hands uselessly. His muscles twitched as she took up stroking him again.

“You're too good to be true, Borayn.”

Termatir pressed her lower body against his cock. His breathing was loud and shallow and became even louder when she let him enter. Termatir made it a slow, tormenting minute for him, never assuring him that he would get satisfaction, but giving him enough contact to hope and try. That way she prolonged his ordeal to a degree he could only whimper and beg.

Again she withdrew her aching body, leaving Borayn open-mouthed and almost crying for release. Then Termatir's hot, wet body was on his again, and his cock found its target, slipping easily into rhythm. Borayn was in pain of mind, but also filled with lust close to bursting.

Termatir let him come and Borayn screamed with joy.

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Buy Links

Extasy Books: http://www.extasybooks.com/living-for-the-act-1/?search=Ann%20Raina&sub_category=1

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Living-Act-book-Ann-Raina-ebook/dp/B003XRF1EC

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Delenn from Night Owl Reviews voted Living for the Act – Book One – 4.5 out of 5 stars. Reviewer Top Pick!

“The author of “Living For The Act Part 1” has presented an elaborately depicted alternative society ruled by women which I found to be extremely compelling and enjoyable.”

The whole review can be found here:
https://www.nightowlreviews.com/V5/Reviews/Delenn-reviews-Living-For-The-Act-by-Ann-Raina

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About Ann

Writing… That’s one of the hobbies that has never left me, never stopped entertaining me and will, hopefully, never end to be exciting and new every time.

However, the way to become a published author took time and, yes, courage. It’s the decision to be brave enough to be judged by professionals if your writing is worth to be printed. The jump into cold water was rewarded by my first contract with eXtasy books in July, 2007.

Freedom in Chains was published on February, 1st, 2008.

The second novel, also a SciFi story touched with romance and BDSM, is also contracted by eXtasy books. Since it’s a long novel, the chief editor of the publishing house suggested to release it in three parts. The first one’s now available, the other two will follow in fall and winter of 2009.

I’m beyond 40, live with my family in Germany, full time working mother and wife, and live a really blessed and happy life. Maybe that’s the reason and the roots to writing nice… and partly not so nice books.