tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24723367875146639182024-03-13T00:18:44.068-04:00The Embraced: Scribal LoveErotic Romance and BDSM Romance Novels by Clare Dargin. "Hard Edged Passion and Sweet Surrender. Romance and BDSM for the Erotically Inclined."Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17535922878450118417noreply@blogger.comBlogger407125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472336787514663918.post-61059341368972733172018-04-03T06:00:00.000-04:002018-04-03T06:00:25.021-04:00The Sexiest Man He's Ever Met Is Supposed To Be His Enemy And Not His Mate- Protecting His Alien Mate by Clare Dargin #MM #MPreg #EroticRomance <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Damian Shepard is no ordinary prison guard. He's a Solarian, an alien race that sought refuge on Earth over a century ago. They live peacefully and anonymously among humanity and prefer to live in the towns they have founded. Because they live longer and are stronger than humans, they’ve created their own system of justice designed specifically to punish members of their race who have committed crimes.<br />
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Shunned by his family for being gay, all Fletcher Voglar wants is a happily-ever-after with a sexy man who loves him. But when he is wrongfully sent to prison by a corrupt official, Fletcher gives up his dreams of having a life filled with love and happiness. One day Damian stumbles upon Fletcher during a routine check of the prisoners where he works. Instantly he knows that the frail yet beautiful human is his destined mate. Finding a mate is one thing but when that perfect man turns out to be an inmate at the prison where he works, Damian’s world is turned upside down.<br />
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But when the opportunity arises to get his mate out of there, Damian jumps at it. The crooked Solarians who threw Fletcher in prison are now after Damian too, and they won't stop until they’re both dead. Can Damian win Fletcher's heart and clear their names or will their enemies kill them before Damian gets a chance?<br />
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<i>erotic alternative romance, aliens, mm, anal sex, consensual D/s, spanking, HEA, male pregnancy</i><br />
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“My little sub, on your knees,” Damian said.<br />
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In one graceful move, Fletcher obeyed.<br />
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“Take everything off, pet.”<br />
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Fletcher winked as he slowly undressed. “I don't see why I bother to wear clothes around you, I end up taking them off anyway.”<br />
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“Silence, little mate,” Damian said.<br />
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“Why do I have to be quiet now? You seem to like the way I make noise in the bedroom.”<br />
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Damian chuckled. His little mate's cheeky nature was cute and sweet but very naughty.<br />
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“You have now earned your first spanking,” Damian said.<br />
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Fletcher mouth hung open and his eyes were wide.<br />
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“Why so surprised? You knowingly defied me.”<br />
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“I didn't think you were actually going to do anything.”<br />
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“You thought wrong.” Damian patted his lap. “Over my legs, ass up.”<br />
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Fletcher screwed his mouth into a crooked line.<br />
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“Do I need to repeat myself?” Damian asked in a stern, controlled voice.<br />
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Fletcher said rolling his eyes. “No, sir.”<br />
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“Then place yourself over my lap.”<br />
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Damian lifted his hands out of the way as Fletcher lay down over his thighs. It wasn’t graceful, but it got the job done. He had no doubt in time Fletcher would able to do it without fumbling around since Fletcher was a bit bratty.<br />
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“I want you to count. I believe ten swats will be sufficient punishment.”<br />
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“Yes, sir.”<br />
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Damian’s dick hardened. He closed his eyes and concentrated. This was all too exciting. Every inch of his dominant nature was being satisfied.<br />
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“You need to pick a safe word. It's a code word to get me to stop if I take things too far.”<br />
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“Sir, I have the word I want,” Fletcher said.<br />
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“What is it?”<br />
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“Velvet.”<br />
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“Are you certain this is the word you want to use?” Damian asked amused. He expected the word red or something close to it. Leave it to Fletcher to choose such a gentle and soft word.<br />
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“Yes, I'm sure.”<br />
“Then velvet it is.” Damian rubbed the globes of his ass with his large, calloused hands. Damian growled then exhaled a long breath.<br />
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“This is not meant to hurt you but to teach you a lesson. If this becomes too much, I want you to tell me. Do not say the word stop. Use your safe word.”<br />
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“Yes sir.” Fletcher said.<br />
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“Because of your brattiness, you will receive ten strikes. You will count them out, is that clear?”<br />
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“Yes, Master.”<br />
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“I am not a tyrant. Nevertheless, I am your Dominant so you will respect me as such.”<br />
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Damian placed one of his hands on the center of Fletcher's back and ran his other hand over the twin pale globes situated right in front of him. Fletcher's ass was perfectly rounded and curved. After one smack, as the imprint of his hand came up in a nice rosy tint, Fletcher hissed, then his dick sprung to life.<br />
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When Anabelle Rowley, fifty-five, takes a two-week break at an exclusive beach-front villa, she meets a man—but not just any man. Instead, this one ticks every box on her imaginary boyfriend list.<br />
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For fifty-two-year-old John Ethan, going on a short vacation to recover from injury and moving to Australia comes rather fast. Imagine his surprise when he meets a woman who arouses his every desire.<br />
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Their holiday romance ignites fires in them both and this is something real, something long-lasting. But when Anabelle has to leave suddenly, neither has a way of finding the other again.<br />
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Will they ever be able to locate each other? And if they do, then John must reveal a secret, a secret that he fears Anabelle will never understand.<br />
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<i><b>This is an erotic romance. There are explicit sexual descriptions and explicit language used throughout. It may offend some readers.</b></i><br />
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Somehow, I’d managed to keep on my feet when the big wave crashed over Anabelle and me. She surfaced, spluttering, and I held out a hand. She let me help her up and I held her hand a little longer than necessary.<br />
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“Thank you, John.”<br />
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“You’re welcome. That was one big wave.”<br />
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“Sure was, but it’s fun.”<br />
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She was still grinning and I couldn’t help myself. I leaned toward her and our lips touched. It was all I’d dreamed of and more. It was electrifying. Our kiss was soft, tender, and a little unsure until I felt her press toward me. I put a hand behind her head and deepened the kiss. Oh yeah, I could get used to this. We finally separated and gazed at each other. Her eyes had dilated slightly and her lips parted as she stared into my eyes.<br />
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“I couldn’t resist.”<br />
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“I … neither could I, John.”<br />
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“I’d certainly like to do it again.”<br />
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“Then maybe you should.”<br />
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We stood there, the waves crashing around us, as I kissed her again. This time I took my time reveling in the taste of her, mixed with the salty water. Her hands pressed against my chest.<br />
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When we stopped, I whispered, “I’ve wanted to kiss you since I first saw you reading.”<br />
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“You have?”<br />
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I nodded and traced her lips. Her eyes seemed to shut of their own accord as my fingers explored her gorgeous, full mouth. When she opened her eyes, I decided I should kiss her again. It was wild. The surf pounding against us, the sound of the ocean, and Anabelle in my arms. Another big wave hit us and sent us both under. I grabbed her hand as we fought our way back up to the surface.<br />
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“Sadly I have to accept that kissing and big waves don’t mix very well.”<br />
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She gave another of her lovely carefree laughs.<br />
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“I think you’re right. Come on up to my place and I’ll make you a coffee or tea.”<br />
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We waded back to shore. Anabelle picked up her towel and I realized mine was further down the beach.<br />
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“I’ll just get my towel and then join you.”<br />
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She nodded and continued walking back to her villa while I limped down to where I’d tossed my towel, picked it up, and then followed her into her villa. She’d thrown her towel on one of the outdoor chairs and was in the kitchen. I dropped my towel to join hers after drying off and walked to where she was. She turned to face me at my approach and it was all I could do not to grab her and kiss her again. Her face showed a little nervousness and I smiled.<br />
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“Coffee or tea?”<br />
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“Still an Englishman, it’s tea for me.”<br />
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“Do you want to try the Chinese White?”<br />
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“I’m sorry, I only drink black tea.”<br />
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She gave a giggle. “So do I. Chinese White is black tea, if that makes sense. It’s only the tiny top buds of the bush. Then after they’re picked they are left to dry naturally without any further processing. It’s a very delicate, smooth, and sweet-tasting tea, I love it.”<br />
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“In that case, I’d better try it.”<br />
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She nodded and set to making two mugs of tea. I sat down on one of the stools at the bench and studied her. I decided then and there that I’d never tire of watching her. She was so gorgeous. Those luscious curves of hers beckoned me non-stop and I thought I’d been semi-erect since I first saw her. She finished and put a mug in front of me, then another alongside it and came to sit on the stool next to me.<br />
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“Thanks.”<br />
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“You’re welcome.”<br />
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I took a sip of the tea and let it roll around my tongue. The taste surprised me, very light but fruity. Anabelle was right. It was very smooth with no bitter aftertaste that I sometimes got with black tea. She grinned at me and raised her eyebrows.<br />
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“It’s lovely. I think I may have to convert.”<br />
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“It’s delicious, isn’t it?”<br />
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We savored our tea in silence, except for the roar of the waves and the sound of the wind that was getting stronger as it blew through the trees. I wanted to learn all about this lovely woman, but what I actually wanted to do was kiss her again. I noticed her give a shiver.<br />
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“Cold?”<br />
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“A little.”<br />
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I stood and moved behind her, rubbing my hands up and down her arms.<br />
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“Maybe you should change into something warmer than this damp suit.”<br />
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<b>LINKS - WHERE TO FIND SUZY: <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span></b><br />
<b>Website : http://suzyshearer.wix.com/suzy</b><br />
<b>Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SuzyS</b><br />
<b>Blog: http://suzyshearer.blogspot.com.au</b><br />
<b>Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/SuzyShearer</b><br />
<b>Twitter : https://twitter.com/SuzyShearer</b><br />
<b>Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/sooziiis</b><br />
<b>Linkedin: http://au.linkedin.com/in/suzyshearer</b><br />
<b>Publisher: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/suzy-shearer/</b><br />
<b>Publisher: http://www.bookstrand.com/suzy-shearer</b><br />
<b>Email her at: suzyshearer@optusnet.com.au</b><br />
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<b>Angus & Robertson (Aust): http://www.angusrobertson.com.au/by/Suzy%20Shearer</b><br />
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Best-selling and Award winning author Suzy Shearer writes contemporary and paranormal erotic romances filled with mature and interesting characters. Her book Build A Love was runner-up in the Ménage category in the Easy Chair Bookshop's Fiction competition 2015 and A Hunter's Heart was runner-up in the Series Category. Perfect Three reached #20 on Amazon's Top Paid 100 Bestsellers in the erotic/interracial category while Build A Love was #8 on Amazon's list in the erotic/ménage category.<br />
<b><br /></b> In 2017 Suzy was nominated for the Best Established Author in the Australian Romance Today Readers’ Choice Award. She made it through all the rounds to reach the finals. She came 8th in that final round against some extremely talented and well-known Australian Romance Authors.<br />
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A Buddhist, Suzy is single and lives in the Western Suburbs of Sydney, Australia with one very spoilt dog and two equally spoilt cats keeping her company. Her books always feature older heroes and heroines; ranging from mid 40s to 60s. The heroines are usually confident plus-sized women who are proud of their curves. Suzy feels it's important for readers to connect.<br />
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When she discovered many romance books seemed to cater for younger readers with their heroines and heroes in the 20s she decided to write about characters who were older but maybe not always wiser. As she is in her 60s Suzy feels she can relate to her characters desires, fears and hopes and hopes her readers can as well.<br />
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Suzy also wants her readers to understand just because people are older doesn't mean they aren't intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment. Sexy isn't just for the under 30s.<br />
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When Suzy is not writing, she is usually painting - an accomplished watercolour Artist her subjects range from portraits and animals to nudes and landscapes. <b><i><a href="http://sooziiiart.blogspot.com/">http://sooziiiart.blogspot.com/</a></i></b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b><br /></b> <b>E-BOOKS OUT NOW </b><br />
<b><br /></b> <b>The Club series</b><br />
The Club: Bound<br />
The Club 2: Uncollared<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
The Club 3: Waxed<br />
The Club 4: Displayed<br />
The Club 5: Submit<br />
The Club 6: Unmasked<br />
<b><br /></b> <b>The Hunters series</b><br />
A Hunter's Heart - Book 1<br />
A Hunter’s Choice - Book 2<br />
A Hunter’s Challenge - Book 3<br />
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<b>Dark Desires series </b><b>(each book is a standalone)</b><br />
Whipped Delights <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
Craving Her Master <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
Melting Her Dom’s Heart<br />
An Artist’s Kiss<br />
Elephants and Ever-Afters<br />
<b><br /></b> <b><br /></b> <b>Single Titles</b><br />
Daemons Are Forever<br />
Build a Love<br />
Perfect Three<br />
Her Dom’s Secret Past<br />
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<b><br /></b> <b>PAPERBACKS OUT NOW</b><br />
Vol 1 - The Club (Bound and Uncollared)<br />
Vol 2 – The Club (Waxed and Displayed)<br />
Vol 3 – The Club (Submit and Unmasked)<br />
A Hunter’s Heart<br />
A Hunter’s Choice<br />
A Hunter’s Challenge<br />
Perfect Three<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Daemons Are Forever<br />
Build A Love<br />
Whipped Delights<br />
Craving Her Master<br />
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<b><br /></b> Jackson Halland has spent ten years running from a mistake that cost him everything, including Amory Parker, the woman he loved. With his gut wrenching response to her reappearance, he realises that if she will forgive him, then maybe, just maybe, he can forgive himself.<br />
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After ten years of working undercover Amory agrees to one final mission. Vowing to get justice for the woman she promised, and failed, to protect, nothing will stand in her way, not the prolific criminal she’s determined to bring down and certainly not coming face to face with the man she fell in love with on her very first undercover assignment, even if he has no idea who she really is, or the part she played in his past.<br />
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<b><br /></b> Amory was so engrossed in her thoughts she didn’t hear the approaching sound of bare feet, padding on the smooth wooden floor, until a deep groan broke through them and she looked up to see Jackson. His mussed, dark blond hair was shot through with strands of gold in the overhead lighting.<br />
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The man was incredibly made. His arms stretching up and behind his head caused the bottom of his t-shirt to lift a few teasing inches, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of a tanned, rock-hard stomach. They weren’t the sculpted lines that came from the gym, but powerful, solid muscles. A fine trail of hair led the way to the top of his loose navy shorts. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, her gaze was transfixed.<br />
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His legs were long and thick, every muscle rippling as he moved down the stairs into the hallway. A rush of heat shot through her body, setting every nerve alight. Her stomach rolled as she absorbed the sight while a little lower everything tightened and tingled. She’d hoped that her memory had been flawed, tinted by the rose-colored lenses of what she had long since accepted was her first love. That clearly wasn’t the case. Rather than letting himself go he had become more impressive. The slenderness of youth had filled out, living up to the promise of overwhelming masculinity.<br />
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His lean muscles had broadened, and whilst the softness of youth had faded from his features, it had left a strong profile in its wake. Jackson had grown up all man. She gulped, heat flooding her.<br />
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The good feeling from her run was replaced by a more base desire to touch every inch of his perfect body. To pull it hard against her own and feel those muscular planes mold against her. She unconsciously licked her lips as she watched him.<br />
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As she met his eyes, the feeling of heat evaporated, replaced by a harsh chill of dread that sank through to her toes. His emotions were playing across his face and it was clear that, despite her DCI’s reassurances, Jackson had joined the dots and figured out who she was. The recognition clearly shocked him as his whole body jolted abruptly to a stop.<br />
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Unable to move, she stared helplessly as he began to walk toward her, his face a mix of unreadable emotions. As he reached out, her body began to respond to the heat that rolled off of him. The scent of his skin washed over her, but she moved back defensively. It was a tactical mistake, giving away that she knew who he was, that she had known all along.<br />
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“Amory?” he whispered, hope shining oddly through that one word.<br />
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Almost imperceptibly shaking her head, all her professionalism flew out the window, and with her heart sinking she managed a stuttered whisper, “N-n-no… No, you’re wrong. I’m Olivia.”<br />
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No amount of training was going to get her through this. Despite her only half-admitted hope that he’d see who she really was, Amory knew too much was at stake for this to happen, but it had. Now she had to endure the awful consequences of him recognizing her, the hatred that would follow this moment.<br />
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<b>Author Bio</b><br />
<b><br /></b> Tanya Jean Russell writes romantics suspense and lives in England. She is married to an amazing Elvis & Neil Diamond Tribute artist, thanks to whom she has a house full of jumpsuits & trophies. Something which is, of course, a source of much embarrassment to her two teenage children.<br />
She is a little obsessive about books and has an embarrassingly huge (and ever growing) pile of things that she just 'has' to read next to her bed. Something that isn't helped by being a part of the Romantic Novelist Association, or by being published by the amazing Evernight Publishing. With both organisations filled with talented writers, she keeps adding to her pile!<br />
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Tanya Jean squeezes her daydreaming ... ahem ... 'writing' around her family and her day job in HR, and is convinced that chocolate & diet coke should be considered a well-balanced diet.<br />
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Logan McRae never expected to see two aliens when he woke from cryogenic sleep. He has lost his ship and his people and he questions whether he has lost his mind. As he gets to know Halor and Kit he realises he might just lose his heart as well.<br />
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Logan expected to wake on the spacecraft Mercury, ready to pilot the ship down to New Earth. Instead he comes out of cryogenic stasis to find he is on another ship with two alien beings, neither of whom can understand anything he says. Unfortunately, they are all the help he has if he wants to find his people and resume his journey.<br />
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Kit doesn’t know what sort of creature he has accidentally purchased, but it is definitely male and isn’t so very different from him and his lover, Halor. The language barrier might be a problem, but Kit knows the language of love doesn’t always need words.<br />
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Prince Halor of the Hawk Clan has always been reluctant to expand his nest beyond himself and Kit, but it is obvious from the start that his feline lover is attracted to their unexpected guest. Halor will do anything to give Kit the happiness he deserves, even invite another man into their bed.<br />
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Logan has no idea that Kit isn’t quite like other men until their passion results in unexpected consequences. Now he must choose between his mission and the two men who have given him everything he ever wanted, as well as things he never dreamed of.<br />
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"All right," Halor said once the upload had begun. "Are you going to tell me what's wrong, now that we're alone?"<br />
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Kit, curled up in Logan's recently vacated chair, shrugged. "There's nothing wrong."<br />
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"You are a truly dreadful liar. So, why don't we try that again?"<br />
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Kit gave him a huge and obviously fake grin. "There's nothing wrong," he repeated with an over-abundance of cheerfulness.<br />
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"Kit, don't lie to me." Halor turned his chair to face Kit directly. "You and Logan have been acting strangely ever since we took off. I don't know him well enough to demand answers, but I do know you. Something is bothering you and I want to know what."<br />
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Halor left his chair and knelt at the foot of Kit's seat. "Kit, baby, we've not had secrets from each other since our first night in the summerhouse. You made me a promise that night, Kit. You promised me honesty and I'm holding you to that promise today. Now, tell me what's wrong?"<br />
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Kit rubbed at his face and Halor realised he was wiping away tears. "Kit, whatever it is, you can tell me."<br />
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Halor stood and tugged Kit to his feet so he could take his place in the chair and pull Kit down onto his lap. "Talk to me, baby."<br />
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Kit sniffled. "Please don't be angry with me."<br />
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"Never."<br />
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"Promise me."<br />
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Halor stroked Kit's fur and looked him right in the eyes. "I promise."<br />
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Kit buried his face in Halor's neck and gave a soft mewling sob. "I had sex with Logan."<br />
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Halor didn't need to ask for clarification as to what Kit meant by that. Halor had watched Kit take Logan, claiming him in the feline manner. If Kit was upset now, it could mean only one thing.<br />
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"Oh."<br />
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"You promised not to be angry," Kit whispered.<br />
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"I'm not," Halor said, and he wasn't. "But why did you feel you couldn't tell me?"<br />
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Kit's answer was barely audible with his face still buried in Halor's neck.<br />
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"What was that?" Halor asked.<br />
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"You were supposed to be my first," Kit said. "It's the one thing we've never done, and you've been so patient with me, so understanding. Now I've ruined it."<br />
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"No, Kit, you haven't ruined anything."<br />
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"But what if…?"<br />
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Halor shushed him with a finger over his lips. "If you are, we'll deal with it."<br />
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Kit sniffled again. "I don't even remember it."<br />
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"Logan's cream?"<br />
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"Yes, what else? I drank so much that I don't even remember my first time."<br />
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"There'll be other times," Halor said. "So, now I know what the matter is with you, do you want to fill me in on why Logan is distancing himself from us?"<br />
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"That's my fault, too," Kit admitted quietly. "I asked him not to tell you what we'd done. I made him promise, but he's like you. He doesn't believe there should be secrets between lovers."<br />
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"He's right."<br />
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"I know, but I was scared."<br />
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"Oh, Kit, have I ever given you any reason to be frightened of me?"<br />
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Kit shook his head.<br />
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"Then why couldn't you talk to me about this?"<br />
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"I know you wanted to be my first in all things. I've made you wait all this time and for what? So another man could take your place."<br />
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"Logan hasn't taken my place," Halor said.<br />
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"But we—"<br />
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Halor kissed Kit to halt his words.<br />
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"Logan is part of our nest—a permanent member, I hope. Sooner or later, one of us was always going to be your first, and from the moment we took him into our bed, the possibility was there that it would be him rather than me. Logan being with us means things are likely to change. There are matters we must talk about, all three of us. I had intended for us to wait until Logan had made his decision, but I see now that was wrong. As soon as Logan has finished what he needs to do on board the ship, we're going to have those talks, and one of the discussions will be about you and why you don't allow men to penetrate you."<br />
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"Too late now," Kit muttered.<br />
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<b>L.M. Brown</b> is an English writer of gay romances. She believes that there is nothing hotter or sweeter than two men in love with each other…unless it is three.<br />
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Men and women of the armed forces experience desire and love pretty much like everyone else. Except, well, there is that uniform. And the hard-to-resist attraction of "duty, honor, service" as a man might apply them to a woman's pleasure. All things considered, romance among the military is a pretty sexy, compelling force for which you'd better be armed, whether weighing anchor and moving forward into desire, dropping anchor and staying put for passion, or setting a course for renewed love with anchor home.<br />
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<b><u>Weighing Anchor </u></b>(allowing a ship to move forward by retrieving the anchor): A professional woman sworn to avoiding all things military finds herself in love with a lieutenant commander in the Navy. Love won't conquer all if she allows her childhood memories to eclipse future happiness.<br />
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<b><u>Dropping Anchor</u></b> (securing movement by dropping the anchor): Two people find (surprisingly) that they are both in the Navy and love their chosen professions—until one turns out to be an officer but not a gentleman and the other is a gentleman but not an officer.<br />
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<b><u>Anchor Home </u></b>(safe, smooth sailing): When two former lovers find each other after more than a decade, will a long-hidden secret threaten the course of a rekindled romance or be the cause of it?<br />
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"And what is your name, pretty?" Mel Crandall addressed the dinosaur bones in an undertone, bending nearly to face level. The skeleton displayed an open mouth and rows of fierce, sharp teeth.<br />
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"Roger," a man standing next to her said in a low voice. Startled, she looked up. Up being the operative word. She stood a decent five feet ten inches, and he beat her by a good half foot. She studied him. He ignored her.<br />
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The guy had a solid profile, strong chin, chiseled cheekbones, and a straight back with muscular shoulders. Short brown hair. He wore glasses and stared straight ahead, but glasses couldn't disguise the laugh lines that radiated from the corners of his eyes. His posture was near perfect and he was not overweight, as evidenced by the trim fit of his jeans and red polo shirt that clung enough to give evidence of a low body/mass index number.<br />
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As a doctor, she immediately noticed body characteristics before actual looks. But with this guy, examination in lieu of admiration was hard. Men were often put off by the fact that she paid attention to whether they looked sallow or flushed, or if their hands were cold or warm before she "saw" them. She noticed if a man's eyes were dilated or glittered with fever before she registered eye color. Dates started with mini examinations before she relaxed enough to enjoy personalities, but that's just the way she was. Men had to take it or leave it. Sadly, most left it. Which was why she talked to dinosaurs at the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History all on her own.<br />
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Mel moved on to the next exhibit, a shorter built specimen but still tall and with a nasty spiked tail. "I wonder what you looked like," she murmured. "What color were you, what did you eat, and what's your name?"<br />
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She bent to read the exhibit information. "Gray. Grass."<br />
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That same guy had followed her. Rather than having a strong profile, she was beginning to think he was a weirdo.<br />
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"Annnd, roger."<br />
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Quickly, Mel moved to the next exhibit. "And you are–"<br />
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"Roger."<br />
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He stood beside her again! Mel started to look for a museum guard but saw none. Great. Planting her hands on her hips, she turned to him. "Stop following me," she said loudly enough that people in the general area turned to see what was happening.<br />
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The guy said, "Hold it."<br />
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Hold it? Hold it, as in "Wait a minute, little lady?" She opened her mouth to lay into him when he turned and removed his glasses, showing her the richest, most chocolatey brown eyes she'd ever seen. The words stuck in her mouth.<br />
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"I'm sorry, what?"<br />
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In a lower voice she said, "You're following me from exhibit to exhibit and talking to me. I want you to stop."<br />
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"I didn't realize…" He wiggled the glasses at her. "I'm working here and I'm afraid I didn't notice you."<br />
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Well. What was worse, that he was a pervert following her place to place, or that he wasn't a perv and hadn't even noticed her?<br />
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His brow furrowed while he studied her. "Yes. Yes." Then he shook his head. "Roger."<br />
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Again with that Roger.<br />
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"Gotta go. Later." Then he smiled at her. "Just a minute, okay?" He folded the glasses and put them first in a protective case. Squatting, he placed a briefcase on the floor and opened it. He stored the glass case inside a pocket. Then he removed something from his right ear—an earbud?—protected it and also put it in the case.<br />
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Mel watched all of this with curiosity. He expected her to wait for him? What arrogance. And yet, wait she did. When he stood, holding the case in his left hand and smiled once more, her heart stuttered. The guy was drop dead gorgeous—at least to her understanding of the word. Normally, she appreciated the male form, mostly from a medical viewpoint. This man she enjoyed with pure pleasure.<br />
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And Good God. He hadn't been talking to her, he'd been talking to whoever was on the other end of that earbud. Embarrassment flooded her.<br />
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"I'm sorry," she said. "I thought you were…" She slid her hand between the two of them and then to the exhibits.<br />
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"No," he said. "I apologize. I shouldn't be testing this stuff around people. The last time I did it a kid thought I was calling him Roger."<br />
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His voice had a soft drawl to it. Western Virginia or North Carolina, maybe? Somewhere in the mountains. It felt like a cool stream as it ran over a body hot and tired from hiking: refreshing and invigorating, at the same time soothing and relaxing. She wanted him to talk more.<br />
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Stop that! She laughed. "I thought you were naming each dinosaur."<br />
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He smiled and dimples indented his cheeks. His eyes crinkled and Mel's breath caught. This guy should come with a warning label. Approach with caution. Could bring on lustful intentions and ultimately, broken hearts. Take only in small doses and in public places.<br />
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He held out his hand. "David Stimson."<br />
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She took it gingerly, half expecting lightning to bolt between them. Nope. Nothing. So much for romance novels. He had a nice hand, large and warm with healthy pink nails, and she grasped it firmly. "Melissa Crandall."<br />
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"Nice to meet you. Do you mind if I wander along with you?" Grasping the briefcase with his left hand, he deftly, he moved to the left of her.<br />
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"No, please. It's a free country." She walked to the next dinosaur re-creation. "And this one is…" She half waited for his pronouncement.<br />
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"Not Roger," he said, stopping her heart with that killer smile again. He leaned over to read the information. "Torosaurus latus. It says here that these bones were dug up in North Dakota, but that the Torosaurus roamed from Canada to Texas, and that he had the biggest head of any land mammal."<br />
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"Well, I guess that's something to be proud of," Mel responded. David laughed and she found herself smiling back. When she moved to the next exhibit, he strolled along with her, hands behind his back.<br />
He pointed to the next specimen. "Poor guy. Starved to death."<br />
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"Can't you tell? He's all bones."<br />
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A few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making getting up in the morning fun. During the day, her characters killed people, fell in love, became drunk with power, or sober with responsibility. And they had sex, lots of sex. Writing was so much fun Dee decided to keep at it. That's how she spends her days. Her nights? Well, she's lucky that her dream man, childhood sweetheart, and long-time hubby are all the same guy, and nights are their secret. Dee loves writing erotic romance and sharing her stories with you. She hopes you enjoy!<br />
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Jade never wanted a mate. She loved being an assassin and she had a family in her fellow assassins, their mates, and little Silas. She truly had everything she needed. But when Ghost assigned her to track the same immortals who tried to kill Xander’s family, she couldn’t refuse. <br />
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All Noah Hale wanted was to kill the immortals who lured his best friend and fellow ex-Navy SEAL to his death. He had no desire to be teamed with a beautiful tracker who mesmerized him the moment she turned her emerald eyes his way. But in order to stop other soldiers from pursuing the same fate, he needed to swallow his pride and work with a group of immortals he didn’t trust.<br />
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As Jade and Noah track the group of shifters through the mountains of Colorado, the danger lurking around every corner threatens everything they both hold close. Will they be able to find a way through, together?<br />
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Jade caught a scent of a human as she entered the fourteen-story building in downtown Snowfall. It wasn’t just any human scent, but something that made all of her instincts flare. She knew that she’d never caught this particular scent before, but something told her that this human might be important to her. She tried to brush it off as quickly as the thought came, but she couldn’t find it coincidental she smelled it in the same steel building owned by Ghost and housed the headquarters of Dark Company.<br />
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As she dismissed the fleeting thought of searching for the scent, her heart thumped once, hard, in her chest at the thought of not finding its owner. She forced herself to walk toward the elevator bank, ignoring the unwanted perusals she received from the men in the lobby. Even in an unassuming hoodie and black yoga pants, she drew unwanted attention. A side effect of being an immortal.<br />
The elevator opened as soon as she pressed the up-button and she kept her gaze down as she walked into the elevator. She entered the code to get to Ghost’s private floor, her movements too quick to be caught by the human eye, before she squeezed into the corner. Jade used her other senses as three men in suits and two women entered the enclosed space with her. There was no need to glance at the glass interior that covered the back wall to see what she looked like.<br />
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She sensed eyes on her. Instead of searching out the gaze, she whipped her long, straight dyed black hair into a bun on the back of her head with quick movements before sneaking her hands into the front pockets of her hoodie.<br />
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Jade waited patiently as the car traveled toward the penthouse, her ultimate destination, but she couldn’t help but try to find the intriguing scent from earlier.<br />
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After my meeting.<br />
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All she knew was he hadn’t used the particular elevator she was in and the higher the lift took her in the building, the more his scent dissipated.<br />
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In her entire existence, or what she remembered of it, she’d never been attracted to…anyone. She’d never felt the pull to find someone either. But lately, she’d felt increasingly restless whenever she had any downtime and her skin tingled in a way that had nothing to do with signaling immediate danger. It was as though her body tried to convey something she didn’t understand.<br />
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Her thoughts were interrupted when a man who had gotten into the elevator with her on the first floor stepped into her personal space.<br />
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“Hey, beautiful?”<br />
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Jade rolled her eyes and raised her head to glare at the man. Of course, he wouldn’t take the hint that she wanted to be left alone. To emphasize the point, she crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, moving away from his intrusion.<br />
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The man decided to take this as an invitation and moved to wrap his arm around her waist. The move gave her a clear shot to his ribs and she took it, gently moving her elbow back and making contact. She flinched when she heard a distinctive crack, realizing she hadn’t been careful enough. Before she could apologize, the elevator door opened and he ran off without looking back, holding onto his side.<br />
She sighed.<br />
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Valerie writes paranormal and contemporary M/F and M/M erotic romances. 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.<br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Pietas's long hair, full of static electricity from the wind and storm, settled over his shoulders and adhered to his neck. He could not lift his arms to gather it himself but he did not want the others to see he needed help nor did he want Six fretting over it.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The man blamed himself for the injury. Yes, Six had bound Pietas. It had been Six's duty to do so. In truth, those who had placed Pietas inside the pod and refused to release him were to blame, but no matter how often he reminded Six of that, the ghost refused to relinquish his guilt.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Six dug into his pockets. "I think I have another strip." They had torn several from a ragged shirt. Six wore the biggest piece around his neck. He set down his pack and opened it.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"Six," Pietas hissed. He did not turn his head, but looked toward the others. "Leave it!"</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">He closed his eyes, counting to ten. To a hundred would not erase this embarrassment. </span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"No." </span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">When he beheld Six, the man had the discourtesy to smirk. "Don't look at me in that tone of voice."</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The man chuckled. "We should have cut your hair before we set out." He rummaged through his kit, which held all Six owned when he'd been abandoned on this world. Little more than survival gear.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"I never cut it except in ritual.</span><span style="color: red; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">"</span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"I know." Six withdrew a boning knife used for it.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Before every battle, Pietas performed the solemn rite to affirm superior strength and prowess. The ghost had been the first human to see it carried out, albeit the first half from a distance while hiding.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Six stood. "Maybe you could perform it now."</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"How like you to see the easy solution. But there are a few elements missing. No fire. No water. No mask." He gestured toward the oncoming storm. "No time."</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"Haven't you ever heard of pretending?"</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"One cannot 'pretend' a ritual." </span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"What a boring childhood you must've had. Why not?"</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Pietas opened his mouth to answer. Shut it again. </span><span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;">Six lifted one eyebrow.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;"><span style="color: red;">"Do you want to go into that dark hole and meet up with your people without performing it?"</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"No, but there's no time."</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"Rain's coming." Six jerked a thumb toward the forest. "Like I said, you have to go in there or you won't reunite with your people. Are you going to stand out here making excuses, or do this?"</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"Ghost, this ritual is important. It deserves respect."</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"<i>Blah, blah, blah</i>. That storm is bearing down on us." A few drops of rain splattered them both. "See? Or maybe you'd rather have your sister help you with your hair every morning."</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"Fine!" With a resigned sigh, Pietas capitulated. "How do you propose we 'pretend' my ritual?"</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Six tucked the knife into his belt and held out his cupped hands. "This is fire."</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Pietas hesitated.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"Come on, Pi." Six wagged his cupped hands. "This stuff is hot."</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"Of course it is." A smile slipped onto his face and refused to leave. "It's pretend fire. That's the hottest kind."</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"Remember, you do this naked. Unzip your robe or whatever it is you'd wear."</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Pietas mimed removing his silk robe. He plucked one hair and laid it across Six's hands, feeding it to the fire. </span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"As fire has victory over life, so I have victory over my enemies." He passed a hand through the imaginary flame. As he had in the real ritual, he hissed at the scorching heat. He cupped his hands over Six's, a symbolic end to the flames. "I am powerful, as fire is powerful."</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"Next is air, right?"</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"Yes." He lifted both hands, made fists, and yanked them back. "I own the wind. I prevail over the breath of my enemies."</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Again, Six cupped his hands. "Water."</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"Water submits to my presence the way enemies submit to my will." He scooped his hands into the bowl, lifted his arms and pictured the liquid dripping down them. "The blood of my enemies trickles into the pool of time, is absorbed, and forgotten."</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">He bent and pushed both hands through his hair. "My mind is clear. I do not waver."</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Six held his hands flat, waist high. "The pond."</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Pietas ducked as if to submerse himself, then rose, throwing back his head. </span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"My body submits to my will. No pain defeats me. No fear touches me." He brushed his hands down the length of his body. "My will is absolute. I am bigger than any fear. I prevail in every circumstance. I face every foe. I vanquish every enemy. I overcome. I am indomitable. I am invincible."</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"Black face paint for the mask." Six held out his hands.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The ceremonial mask represented a splash of blood across his face received during battle. Dipping two fingers of each hand into the bowl, Pietas outlined a bandit's mask up over his dark eyebrows to the area beneath his eyes. He brushed his fingertips over his eyelids and met Six's gaze.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Finding a mixture of awe and respect threw him out of the moment. He faltered, unable to recall what came next.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Six offered the knife hilt first.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The man had seen the ritual performed once, from a distance, yet he'd remembered each step. Six wouldn't have known the next part was performed by Pietas's sister if no trusted partner or friend was at hand. The time Six had seen it done, Pietas had not yet considered him either one.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">How wrong he had been. The man was more than both.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">His people are winning, yet they insist on peace talks. The Ultra people want to grant humans a seat on the Council. <strong>Pietas ap Lorectic, Chancellor of the High Council, War Leader and First Conqueror,</strong> disagrees. What's best for mortals is oppression, control, and if necessary, elimination.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Pietas seethes with rage at the idea of human equality. Humans might have created Ultras, but the creation has far surpassed the creator. Humans die. Ultras are reborn, no matter how grievous the injury. They have no equals.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">His people permit him no choice. He must attend these insipid peace talks on Enderium Six and what's worse, be polite. <em>To humans.</em></span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">When a human special ops warrior is killed in battle, he's resurrected in a secret process and inducted into the Ghost Corps. He's given enough strength to perma-kill immortal Ultras. Ghosts are the most hated and feared of warriors.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">When the ghost entraps and captures Pietas at the peace talks, the two begin a long journey toward Sempervia, an isolated and forgotten world. Once there, Pietas is marooned and the ghost abandoned alongside him. The two must either fight to perma-death, or join forces to survive.</span></div>
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Damian Shepard is no ordinary prison guard. He's a Solarian, an alien race that sought refuge on Earth over a century ago. They live peacefully and anonymously among humanity and prefer to live in the towns they have founded. Because they live longer and are stronger than humans, they’ve created their own system of justice designed specifically to punish members of their race who have committed crimes. </div>
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Shunned by his family for being gay, all Fletcher Voglar wants is a happily-ever-after with a sexy man who loves him. But when he is wrongfully sent to prison by a corrupt official, Fletcher gives up his dreams of having a life filled with love and happiness. One day Damian stumbles upon Fletcher during a routine check of the prisoners where he works. Instantly he knows that the frail yet beautiful human is his destined mate. Finding a mate is one thing but when that perfect man turns out to be an inmate at the prison where he works, Damian’s world is turned upside down. </div>
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But when the opportunity arises to get his mate out of there, Damian jumps at it. The crooked Solarians who threw Fletcher in prison are now after Damian too, and they won't stop until they’re both dead. Can Damian win Fletcher's heart and clear their names or will their enemies kill them before Damian gets a chance?</div>
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“My little sub, on your knees,” Damian said.</div>
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“Take everything off, pet.”</div>
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Fletcher winked as he slowly undressed. “I don't see why I bother to wear clothes around you, I end up taking them off anyway.”</div>
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“Silence, little mate,” Damian said.</div>
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“Why do I have to be quiet now? You seem to like the way I make noise in the bedroom.”</div>
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Damian chuckled. His little mate's cheeky nature was cute and sweet but very naughty.</div>
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“You have now earned your first spanking,” Damian said.</div>
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Fletcher mouth hung open and his eyes were wide.</div>
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“Why so surprised? You knowingly defied me.” </div>
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“I didn't think you were actually going to do anything.”</div>
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“You thought wrong.” Damian patted his lap. “Over my legs, ass up.”</div>
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Damian lifted his hands out of the way as Fletcher lay down over his thighs. It wasn’t graceful, but it got the job done. He had no doubt in time Fletcher would able to do it without fumbling around since Fletcher was a bit bratty.</div>
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“I want you to count. I believe ten swats will be sufficient punishment.”</div>
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Damian’s dick hardened. He closed his eyes and concentrated. This was all too exciting. Every inch of his dominant nature was being satisfied.</div>
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“You need to pick a safe word. It's a code word to get me to stop if I take things too far.”</div>
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“Sir, I have the word I want,” Fletcher said.</div>
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“What is it?”</div>
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“Velvet.”</div>
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“This is not meant to hurt you but to teach you a lesson. If this becomes too much, I want you to tell me. Do not say the word stop. Use your safe word.”</div>
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“Because of your brattiness, you will receive ten strikes. You will count them out, is that clear?”</div>
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Damian placed one of his hands on the center of Fletcher's back and ran his other hand over the twin pale globes situated right in front of him. Fletcher's ass was perfectly rounded and curved. After one smack, as the imprint of his hand came up in a nice rosy tint, Fletcher hissed, then his dick sprung to life.</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17535922878450118417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472336787514663918.post-84641627977119926652018-01-18T20:05:00.000-05:002018-01-18T20:05:52.527-05:00Am Rethinking My Erotic Romance Series and Other Publishing Issues...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Books two and three are complete in The Love Play Matchmaking Service series but my publisher no longer wants them because they no longer publish M/F erotic romances. But wait, you're problem saying to yourself, the two books below are menages and therefore aren't categorized as M/F erotic romances. </div>
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You're right! However, the next two books in the series are-- I completed them and submitted Book 3 to the publisher of the series Siren Publishing. They've turned down the books for many reasons, of which I will not go into at this juncture, reasons, in my opinion, make absolutely no sense.</div>
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But the gist of their reason for rejecting them is that they Siren no longer publishes M/F non-BDSM romances. That's what they told me. And since book 3 and subsequently, book 4 no longer fits within their new guidelines, I have to decide what to do with them. </div>
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The blog looks a little weird because I've decided to give it a make over. Scribal Love has looked the same since I started it back in 2008 or 2009-- I can't recall exactly which year it was but either way that's a long time!<br />
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During that time I'd remodeled the Clare's Blog The Haven at least five times- though I no longer use that blog because of spam attacks and other things. <br />
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Dr. Colleen Duncan is certain someone at the Lyon’s Den knows where her sister is. Instead of Mercy, what she finds at the private BDSM club are two P.I. Doms willing to trade lessons in submission for their efforts to find her sister.</div>
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Daniel Welsh and Rob Conrad know a sub when they meet one, and that look is all over Colleen. A gifted trauma surgeon, the woman is clearly frightened out of her wits at the disappearance of her younger sister, Mercy.</div>
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“Dr. Colleen Duncan, I’d like you to meet Daniel Welsh and Rob Conrad. Gentlemen, Dr. Duncan is a trauma surgeon at Houston General. She also has a very pressing problem. Her younger sister, Mercy, has been missing for a week.”</div>
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It was all Colleen could do to keep her expression professional. Something about the two men who’d just come into the lounge affected her, and for a moment she felt like she’d taken a ride on the scariest roller coaster ever. The darker haired man, Daniel, appeared big and buff and she wouldn’t be surprised to discover he ate nails for breakfast. His eyes were a deep chocolate brown, and his face a mask of polite interest that gave nothing away. He’s wearing the same kind of public face I often do. She wondered if that mask, on his part, was motivated for the same reason as her own, but she doubted it. Any sign of emotion on the part of a woman who also happened to be a professional was often read as weakness. To be emotionally transparent, for a woman, was to risk male collogues not taking her seriously.</div>
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“Apparently the officers she’s been dealing with at the HPD think—based on no particular facts whatsoever—that Mercy Duncan is on some sort of a wild bender, and will turn up eventually.”</div>
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“Has your sister ever done anything like that in the past?” Daniel Welsh watched her face as she registered his words. She didn’t mind the close scrutiny even if it did make her uncomfortable.</div>
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“No, never. We lost our parents when she was ten and I was twenty-five. She knows I’d worry. Mercy has never gone more than a day between contacting either me or our housekeeper, Ellie.”</div>
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Mr. Lyons nodded. “Yes. He’s who’s on his way. I was about to explain to Dr. Duncan that Chance Carter doesn’t work missing persons, but he should be able to light a fire under the asses of those who do.”</div>
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“Good.” Daniel turned his attention back to her. “Sit down, Colleen. You’re too stressed. You need to relax.”</div>
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She’d felt only slightly compelled to sit down when she’d first accompanied Mr. Lyons into this room and he’d invited her to do so. But that mild sensation wasn’t anything compared to the urge washing through her now. She told herself that it was just that she simply couldn’t keep up the tough act she usually generated any longer. She really didn’t just give in to the need to obey Daniel Welsh. Her sitting was simply a matter of timing.</div>
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Colleen gave a slight nod, and turned toward the furniture set about. A comfortable looking love seat beckoned, and she sat at one end of it. None of the three men in the room seemed surprised by her capitulation. She took a moment to surreptitiously look at them as they remained standing. Those nuances must be in my head. Here I am in a BDSM club and my mind is playing tricks on me. Sometimes sitting down was just sitting down. She’d be better off to focus on reality.</div>
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Daniel sat down beside her, not on the love seat, but in the arm chair to her left. “Can you tell me why it is you thought your sister was being kept here?”</div>
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When he phrased it just that way, her reasons for coming here sounded odd. “I’m sorry, I suppose I was acting…desperate. I’m grasping at straws at the moment. But this was one of the last places I know Mercy had gone, and it was someplace she’d never been before.”</div>
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Colleen shook her head. “No. My sister is the most curious person I know. It’s totally in keeping with her personality to satisfy that curiosity.”</div>
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“I’ve checked our membership records,” Mr. Lyons said. He sat down across from her on an ottoman. Rob took the open seat beside her, but sat facing her. She didn’t feel crowded. I don’t feel cocooned, either. That’s my imagination again.</div>
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Daniel used his mouth to claim her pussy as commandingly as he’d claimed her mouth. The cry he tore from her overflowed with need, a need she’d barely acknowledged her entire life but that now threatened to undo her completely. She felt the roughness of his tongue as he lapped at her pussy, as he used it to gather her juice. The brush of it against her clit shot her hips off the bed, or would have, had she not been held down with such strength.</div>
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Heat and arousal shivered through her, a titanic force she doubted she could ever control. Her only recourse was to try and distract her mind. Don’t think about how badly you want to come. Think about something else. Colleen closed her eyes and focused on dissecting the human heart, beginning on the right side. Brachiocephalic artery, superior vena cava, right pulmonary artery, right pulmonary veins…her thoughts shattered as horniness bubbled through her like liquid lava, destroying the ability of her mind to focus, to think. Fingers traced the opening of her pussy then gently penetrated her body. Daniel’s fingers…. Again, her thoughts sizzled away, an electrical circuit blown as more pulsing, surging thrills shot from nipples to clit to whatever it was inside her Daniel began to stroke. She bore down, as if she could by pure will stop the erotic swell of Eros’ magic. It grew and grew, and Colleen whimpered, not even realizing she was begging until her words rose in volume.</div>
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Thank God. Those two words were a mere shadow of a thought, overwhelmed by the eruption of her climax, a volcanic explosion so fierce, so wild, she screamed. Heart pounding, pussy pulsing, breath heaving, she didn’t for one moment know if she was having a heart attack along with the best orgasm, ever.</div>
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Then he moved, pressing into her, his thrusts short and gentle, but relentless. She hadn’t realized how large his cock was, but welcomed the sting, a sting that seemed to reignite her arousal. Then, finally, she held all of him in the cradle of her body. Colleen had never felt so full, had never loved the feeling of having a man’s cock inside her. She loved this feeling, a lot.</div>
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She didn’t think, she simply obeyed. The flavor of them both in that kiss, darkly carnal, fueled her arousal. His tongue plundered her mouth as completely as his cock plundered her pussy, and Colleen surrendered to the moment, and to the man. Daniel thrust into her, hard and fast and deep and she wanted more and more and more.</div>
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The orgasm came suddenly, a full, heaving, throbbing erotic thrill that took her apart down to her last cell, then threw her back together again. On her, in her, Daniel stiffened, then groaned. She felt the pulsing of his cock inside her body, reveled in the heat filling the condom, and cherished the press of his cum filled condom on the edge of her cervix. For a heartbeat she wondered what it would be like if he’d been naked within her. Then the question passed as he allowed himself to rest on her. She held him, this her lover, and she felt new, changed, sated.</div>
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Stormy James had spent her entire life avoiding Desire, Oklahoma, a town where Dominant, chauvinistic men ruled. As a private investigator, she knew how to take care of herself, but when a case turned deadly, she found herself on the run, and heading toward Desire, and her brother, Logan James, the only man she trusted.</div>
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Sounding distracted, Stormy sighed. “Logan, listen. This guy’s dangerous, and I don’t want you to mess with him. If something happens to me, give the file to that sheriff you trust so much.”</div>
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Stormy paused, but the sound of her engine sped up, the wind blowing adding to the noise and telling Lucas that they hadn’t lost the connection. “Those friends of yours with the security company? What the hell did you do, Logan? Tell the entire town?”</div>
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“I can imagine. You and that town full of Neanderthals are probably chomping at the bit to help a damsel in distress. I’ve got news for you, big brother. I’m no damsel in distress. Not anymore. That sheriff you told me about?”</div>
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Logan took a steadying breath and looked directly at Ace. “With my life and, more importantly, with yours.”</div>
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“Got her.” Caleb blew out a breath, turning the laptop around so Lucas, Logan, and Ace could see it. “She’s on the outskirts of Tulsa.”</div>
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“What?” Stormy’s voice held a hint of panic that sent a chill of alarm to Lucas’s gut. “You’re tracking me? Damn it, Logan. Do you have me on speaker phone?”</div>
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“You’re damned right I do! I need all the help I can get with you. Damn it, honey. What the hell have you gotten yourself into?”</div>
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Picking up the phone, Lucas gritted his teeth and headed outside. “This is Lucas Hart. Head to Desire. We’re coming to get you. If you have people after you, you’ll be safer here.”</div>
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Lucas climbed into the back seat with Logan while Devlin slid behind the wheel and Caleb jumped into the front passenger seat, settling his laptop on his lap. “I already told you who I am. Lucas. Lucas Hart. I’m a friend of Logan’s, and I can keep you safe. Turn left at the next intersection.”</div>
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Logan jolted at his sister’s voice, blinking once, his lips thinning. “We’re on our way to you. Follow the signs for Desire. You’re gonna be on a long two-lane road, lined with trees. We’ll meet you on that road.”</div>
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The silence lasted several heartbeats, allowing them to hear Stormy’s breath catch and the squeal of tires. “They found me. Logan, let your cop handle it.”</div>
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“Before I do, Logan, there’s something I have to tell you that might change your mind.”</div>
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“Okay. I turned. Damn it, Logan. You have no idea what kind of trouble I’m bringing with me.”</div>
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Sucking in a breath when he began to apply pressure, Stormy met Devlin’s low chuckle with a glare and turned her attention to Lucas. “Damn it. You would do it, wouldn’t you?”</div>
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Lucas ran a thumb over her clit, moving the fingertip inside her in a slow circle, the barrage of sensations so intense she struggled to breathe. “Two.”</div>
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Sucking in a breath, Stormy lowered herself again. “Kathy. It was Kathy.”</div>
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“Yes!” She groaned when Caleb covered her body with his, taking her face between his hands.</div>
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His big body shuddered over hers. “It’s gonna hurt a bit, but I promise that it’ll be over soon. Once I’m inside you, I won’t move until you tell me to. Okay?”</div>
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Rubbing her feet over his tight ass, she smiled at his groan and hardened features, feeling closer to him than ever. “Move, Caleb.”</div>
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Ever have that one perfect moment in time, when you know exactly what you’re supposed to do, who you’re supposed to be in life? Well, that had been me, and it certainly had lasted for more than a moment. I’d decided to pledge myself to God and help others in his name. Selfless, that was me<br />
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I’ve always lived my life on my terms. Granted, I never thought I’d grow up to be a male stripper. But what the hell, I made good money and now, I had a shot at something more. And the women. Yeah, I loved women but they came and went. I preferred it that way. Didn’t matter which of us left first, as long as one of us did. I didn’t do attachments. Then something happened. I’m no saint, but I saved someone and wanted an attachment.<br />
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I’d always been the dutiful child. I was a good student, did as I was told. Never broke the rules. My twin broke them enough for the both of us. I merely tried to protect her. But my decision to become a nun wasn’t made lightly. I’ve always had this need to give to others. I felt an innate emptiness, a sense there was something out there that needed my help—the church.<br />
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I nursed my single glass of wine, but as the night wore on, my temples pounded against the noise in the room. I sometimes suffered from migraines and this kind of atmosphere provided fodder to bring one on. Lots of people around, the voices and the thumping music. Thankfully, the women were ready to leave the lounge after a few drinks. Dancing didn’t really seem to be done much in here, more a place to drink and socialize. Although, I could spot the strippers in the room by their distinctive lack of clothing and whatever they rubbed over their bodies to make them glisten. I made it a point not to stare too much at anyone. The reason we’d come to the club had all the women standing up and heading over into one of the other rooms, where the show they’d come to see would take place. That was my cue.<br />
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“I’m calling it a night, sis,” I announced as I stood too, rubbing my head.<br />
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Lara wrapped her arm around my shoulder. “Are you sure? You okay?”<br />
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“I’m tired. It’s been a long day and I have a pounding headache. It’s best I leave now.” I squinted, feeling a little lightheaded.<br />
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“Oh damn, I’m sorry. I should have thought of that.”<br />
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“I’ll be fine. Besides, I enjoyed being here with you tonight and celebrating at least a little bit with you and Corrine.”<br />
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“Thank you again for coming, Lani,” Corrine said, giving me a quick hug.<br />
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“I will. Love you too.”<br />
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“No, I’ll just call one.”<br />
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I rolled my eyes. “Sure, sure.” It’s not like I lived alone. I hadn’t moved out of our parent’s house yet. I wouldn’t until I took my novitiate vows in a month, but I worked every day and went to church every other day. Only returned to our parent’s house in time for dinner and to sleep.<br />
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I made my way to the elevator while my sister and her companions went in the other direction to one of the rooms for the strip show. Part of me was a little curious and wanted to see one, but the other more practical part of me knew I shouldn’t. Having a drink in a bar was one thing, watching<br />
the strip show, well something else entirely. Besides, the world seemed a little tilted. I stepped onto the elevator and leaned against the side to right myself. I’d just pressed the button for the first floor when someone stepped on. My head ached so much I couldn’t even glance up to see who I shared the ride with. I stared at the floor and could see the dark shoes and pant legs, the size hinted at a man.<br />
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The man who now stood behind me said, “Whoa!” He held onto my waist as though to steady me.<br />
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“Tha—thank—y…” Something was wrong with my voice. My words didn’t come out right. How much did I have to drink? The elevator door opened and I took a step forward to get out when the entire floor spun up to meet my face, but strong hands held onto me.<br />
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“I got ya.”<br />
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“Yeah, she’s fine. Just a little too much to drink.”<br />
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I didn’t recognize the one who answered either. “Na…” I wanted to protest, but the arms holding me up were the only reason I could walk forward. I leaned against his strength, depending on it.<br />
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I felt myself being placed in the back of a car. The scent of smoke and stale air made me want to puke. “Cab,” I muttered.<br />
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Hi Teasers! It's Clare and I'm back! Yay! Been working and you know how it is when "<i>Real Life"</i> gets in the way. But I have been writing. You know I couldn't stop doing that. I finished the third book in the Love Play Matchmaking Service series. It's in the second/third draft version and in need of proofing. But it's all there! Whew! I hope to have it submitted by mid-November, early December by the latest. See the hot guy below? He is the inspiration for the Hero/hottie for this book! </div>
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“No offense but what am I supposed to think when you say Love Play?”</div>
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“Getting back to the point, Love Play specializes in people who can't seem to find the right person. I never told you about it before because they've recently turned into a referral only service. And as a lifetime member, we are asked to honor our agreement of discretion with them. But since you are in desperate need of their services, I can tell you everything you want to know about them.”</div>
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“Sit down. I'm only messing with you. No you don't have to do anything you don't want. And for your information, we did not request BDSM when we joined.”</div>
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Okay that's all I have for you today. Thanks for stopping by. I'm also halfway through the writing process for book 4 in the Love Play Matchmaking Service series and that one is a MM! I can't tell you a lot-- don't want to lose the element of surprise but I can tell you this storyline offers a little of a BDSM twist! </div>
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Love. Safety. Security. Three notions Demi Durango never thought she’d have, but now that marriage to Kal has given her these luxuries, how far will she go to keep them?</div>
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The ferry boat sliced through the salty waters carrying Demi closer to the island. The mystical sea air flowed through her very being, giving her confidence in her submission, telling her it was okay to agree to a domestic discipline marriage, complete with maintenance spankings, punishment spankings, and every other kind of spanking in between. She hated it as much as she loved it; resisted it as much as she craved it.</div>
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She stood on the bow of the vessel, all ten fingers curled around the railing to prevent herself from nursing the soreness in her disciplined bottom and focused on a pod of dolphins frolicking in the white-capped waves. She leaned further into the breeze, letting the mystic sea air welcome her home, refresh her soul, nurture her need to submit to her husband. She quivered, hot and wet, and looked at Kal standing next to her. So alpha—so strong. Would she be able to fulfill his needs and submit to him by placing herself over his lap the next time he patted his thigh? Even after a week of practice during their honeymoon, she still had difficulty putting herself into position, but as the ferry slowly inched closer to land, the island’s magic oozed into her pores, and tonight she had every intention of going over his lap without assistance to prove to herself and to him her total commitment to live the domestic discipline lifestyle.</div>
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“The excitement is killing me.” During their honeymoon, Kal had gifted her with pictures of the beach house he had purchased for her, and she barely contained her enthusiasm. Bouncing on her toes, she wiggled her bottom against the front of his trousers. His excitement was instantly evident as he pressed his erection into the recesses of her crack. But his strict words sharply contrasted his throbbing bulge. With his lips to her ear, he said, “Have patience, wifey.”</div>
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The endearment touched her soul, and she found that she fully agreed with Kal, for he was right. A lady never rushes. The words from Inner Peace calmed her, and she settled against his hardness until the boat docked. With her hand in his, she regally let him guide her to his speedy roadster, and then they cruised to the remote section of the island, away from the main tourist attractions.</div>
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“Oh, Kal.” She held one hand to her chest as she absently fumbled in the side pocket of her handbag for the keys. She grasped the pink dolphin key chain, and as the car rolled closer, she seized the door handle, ready to spring from the vehicle.</div>
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She quickly checked her disposition, wishing to carry herself as a lady, patient and calm in all situations, a goal Kal had promised to help her reach. She righted herself, gladly straightening her shoulders to thwart any thoughts Kal may have been conjuring about baring her bottom in the driveway and giving her a spanking for all the neighbors to see. Not exactly how she wanted to greet any nearby sunbathers.</div>
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The exquisiteness of her new home, shimmering the color of a coral-pink sunset, stole her breath. The porch railings, trim, and shutters were the color of vanilla ice cream. A few yards past the dunes, the tide ebbed away from the sandy shore, sending a light breeze to tickle her skin and lift her curls. She tugged against Kal’s hand until he stopped.</div>
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The house captured all of her attention. A tear jagged to the surface, wetting her eyes. “What did I do to deserve this? To deserve you?”</div>
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He chuckled. “You bewitched me with your sweetness.” He caressed her cheek. Tender fingers traced along her jaw, gently pulling her stunned gaze from the beauty sprawled before her to look at him. Kal gulped, his Adam’s apple visibly bobbing in disbelief, his expression of fun and teasing turning to concern. “Demi-Anne Durango, are you crying?”</div>
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“I’ve never seen you cry. Dem, this is a major break—for you to release emotions.” He pecked the top of her head then slightly pulled away to capture the phenomenon. He kissed the happiness rolling down her cheek. “Don’t you see, Dem. Now it will be easier for you to let go when you’re over my knee.”</div>
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Kal had made a big-to-do of her lack of tears when he was spanking her bare bottom. He wanted her to use the time she spent draped across his lap to bond with him, to become one with him, even more so than when he made love to her. He had promised the release of her tears would refresh her soul as he spanked the pent-up stress from her, but she refused to see how the two types of crying were related. She playfully smacked his chest. “Show me my house. You big goof.”</div>
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He teasingly slapped her bum, and before he could fire off another slap, she gripped the keys in her hold and skipped toward the beautifully constructed staircase hugging the side of the house. Once on the wide porch, she crossed to the closest set of doors and entered through the beachfront, walking into the entry between the living and dining rooms. All windows and space and gorgeous. She breezed through the rooms, noting all Kal’s meager pieces of furniture from his previous bungalow.</div>
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Actually, she saw herself hunched over stacks of documents in need of translating, but wasn’t about to pick that debate just yet. She clung to him. “I wish we could choose the furniture together.”</div>
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He kissed her. “Me too, babe, but I can assure you Heather, Abby, and Lexi will be more of an asset than I will.”</div>
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“And I will.” She slid out of his grasp. Keeping her hand in his, she pulled him through the downstairs, room by room, and then up the stairs into a large nook overlooking the ocean.</div>
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Where Kal saw shelves of books and relaxing chaises, Demi envisioned a cradle and rocking chair. Murals of teddy bears and yellow duckies adorned the walls. Sailboats too—no rag dolls. She’d have a little girl first. She rubbed her belly in anticipation of becoming a mother, but with Kal leaving on the morrow, she placed her dream on hold and bounced into the master suite.</div>
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She locked her gaze with his. So hot and commanding. He practically ate her alive with the look, while his dream of culturing a submissive wife dominated the atmosphere. “Yes, sir. I think I’ll paint those two walls a calming blue.”</div>
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With all the flair of a well-bred lady, Demi graced into the large room designed to display clothing. And display it did. Same as on their honeymoon, Kal had stocked the shelves and racks with beautifully crafted designer labels. Demi lost herself in the gift and spent way too long coveting the cedar shoe rack. It was all hers, and she loved it. “How can I ever thank you?” When he provided no suggestion, she turned. Kal had left her alone in the closet. “Hey, where did you go?” She went in search of her husband and had to look no further than the wicked spanking chair.</div>
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Lizzie Montgomery came to Montgomery Island determined to end a three-hundred-year curse that condemned her ancestor to wander the earth forever. But the moment Lizzie sets foot on the Island she realizes breaking the curse to free her great-aunt Charlotte’s ghost comes with a price. She may lose her own life if she casts the wrong spell.</div>
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Everything would be easier if she didn’t have to deal with Jake—archeologist extraordinaire—and his boxes of research on Paititi, the Lost City of Gold. Not only is he an uninvited guest, but he has in his possession what she needs: A book of spells.</div>
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She’d only raised his curiosity about the book with her clandestine search. After their conversation at the beach, he’d browsed the bookshelves in the study but had only come across paperbacks and hardcovers. Nothing old enough to be what he presumed Lizzie wanted.</div>
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Unable to look inside, he trusted his hand to do all the work. His fingers skated over a hard surface covered in heavy paper, and he struggled to draw it out of the confined area.A dusty, original-board, custom-bound book that had seen more moons than he’d been alive stared back at him. Jake blew off the dust, uncovering a black, paper-covered pasteboard.</div>
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“I’ll be damned.” Warmth spread through him, and he rocked back on his heels, congratulating himself. His instinct told him this was what Lizzie and Aunt Rosalind had come to retrieve. Someone had gone to great lengths to hide this book from others, which meant Aunt Rosalind had lied to him. A sense of uneasiness swept over him at that realization.</div>
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In complete denial of what he’d experienced, Jake closed the book. He remained seated, pretending his shoulders weren’t tight or that the hairs on the back of his neck hadn’t lifted. Jake waited for his body temperature to return to normal and his insides to stop trembling. But a sudden cold sweat covered his hands.</div>
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He looked around, which was ridiculous because there wasn’t anyone else in the room. On the off chance there was someone, it’d have to be a burglar or something out of this world. Neither of the two options was a scenario he cared to entertain—not when he and the rest of the guests in the château were isolated on an island that could only be reached by boat.</div>
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Not a good thing to think about right now. He checked the time on his wristwatch with the aim to distract himself. Twelve midnight. Jake slid his chair closer to the desk. His fingers fidgeted the corner of the book’s cover as he considered his options. He could read its contents or put it away. Lizzie and Aunt Rosalind were welcome to it. In fact, he’d hand it over to them first thing tomorrow, but his inner voice urged him to satiate his curiosity first.</div>
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“To hell with it.” Jake flipped the book open and made it past the owner’s name, but his hand stilled when he reached the next page. “You have got to be kidding me.”</div>
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“Fuck.” Jake closed the book at once. Dry heat spread across his forehead and he swept his hand over, trying to get rid of the non-existent sweat. He got to his feet and put distance between him and his desk. With a need for fresh air, he threw the window open, ready to be assaulted by the tropical breeze. Except it chilled him to the bone.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472336787514663918.post-88780481263138734732017-10-27T06:00:00.000-04:002017-10-27T06:00:16.834-04:00Relieving Zoe's Virtue by Eve Edwards-He's A Fae Who Tempts Her Like No Other And His Touch Commands Total Surrender #Fae #RomanceNovel #OtherWorld<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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After Zoe Cohen catches her boyfriend with another woman, she decides losing her virginity is just the solution to shake up her straight-laced life as librarian. Tired of waiting for Mr. Right, she’ll settle for Mr. Do Me Right Now.</div>
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To achieve this end, she uses the exclusive dating service, 1NightStand, to set up a rendezvous, but never expects her destination to take her to the fey Otherworld. Once she meets her match, Sinnon, a wickedly seductive Leanan Sidhe, she knows she’s in for an explosive experience. With a name and body for sin, he tempts her like no other. His touch commands her total surrender. But this night is on her terms, and the happy ending he desires may come at too high a price.</div>
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Zoe may lose her virginity, but will she forfeit her heart to Sinnon in the process?</div>
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Right from the start she knew it wasn't about love.</div>
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As the youngest daughter of a wealthy family in medieval England, Lady Jane of Acton has been betrothed to Gerard Twyfford, the son of the Earl of Roseworth, since she was a baby. A dynastic marriage such as theirs is about power and property, not love but even so Jane desperately yearns for her husband's approval. But Gerard’s rare visits to her bed are for the sole purpose of producing an heir, and she’s even failed at that. How can Jane win Gerard over when she cannot even be the wife he needs her to be?</div>
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Would one last chance be enough? Could he make things right, even now?</div>
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Ged Twyfford doesn't know what he's missing in life. A powerful vampire, he’s lived for close to six hundred years and seen a lot during his time but his past still haunts him. On a whim, he purchases Roseworth castle, the keep he used to rule as lord. Mostly in ruins now, Roseworth is a shell of what it was when he was still a mortal but Ged is determined to make it his home again. Maybe this is what he's been missing, maybe he needs a place to belong at last.</div>
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When a woman emerges from the lake beside his castle, looking and sounding a lot like the wife he lost over five centuries ago, Ged assumes she's a witch out to dupe him. But what if she is who she claims to be? Ged finally realizes just what he had, and just how precious to him was the wife he betrayed all those hundreds of years ago. </div>
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Do they really have a second chance or is it just too late to start over?</div>
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