Monday, May 22, 2017

Excerpt From Love, Passion and Power: Part 1 - It's FREE!

Love, Passion and Power: Part 1


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It was Saturday afternoon and I was busy vacuuming my room. My headphones were on and some Lady Gaga song blasting way too loudly in my ears when a ding and a vibration on my butt interrupted the chorus. I grabbed my phone from my back pocket to see a text message from Justin.        
J: What are you doing?

K: Vacuuming. What are you doing?

J: Throw on a bathing suit. I’ll be there in 10.

K: What? Why? Where are we going?

J: It’s a surprise! Be ready! Xoxoxo

K: Justin! Do I need to pack anything else? Where are we going?

            But that was it. He didn’t answer me again. I unplugged the vacuum and began to dig, through my drawers to find my swimming gear. Forced to abandon my plans to start packing and to establish some semblance of order in my messy room. I was just tying the halter of my bikini around my neck when there was a soft knock on my bedroom door.
            “Hey, baby, ready to go?” Justin asked as he came into my room.
            “No! I have no idea where we’re going, how can I be ready?” I ran around my room tossing things that I might need for the day into a small canvas shoulder bag: sunscreen, a water bottle, towel, flip-flops, sunglasses...
            “Or,” he said with a smirk, coming over and placing his hands on my shoulders, “you could just trust me, and go with it. You need to start trusting me.”
            I looked up into his eyes; there was so much mischief dancing in them that I couldn’t help but smile. “Fine. If I burn, it’s your job to rub aloe on me.”
            He grinned, planting a whopper of a kiss on my lips before grabbing my hand and whisking me out the door. “It’s a deal!”
            “Whoa… Whose boat is this?” I asked as we walked along the dock a short while later. Lex and I only lived a few blocks from St. Roch Dock, so it was just a quick drive.
            “Ahoy!” came a familiar voice as James popped up from behind the dark blue canvas.
            “Ahoy!” Justin said with a piratey salute.
“This yours?” I asked James, my eyes going wide as we came up along the big, white floating beast.
            “It is” His was face expressionless. Instead he just gave me a curt nod.
            But I chose not to let him frighten me and offered him a giant smile. “Nice. Thanks for inviting us along.”
            “Come on,” Justin said, helping me climb aboard. “Let’s go spend the day on the water.”
            Giddiness filled me. Besides the ferry and Justin’s speedboat at the cabin, I’d never been on a boat before. I’d never been out on the open ocean. I jumped aboard and found the best seat in the house.
            “Ahoy!” came another familiar voice, this one belonging to Amy. “Is the grumpy captain ready for take-off?”
            James rolled his eyes and helped his sister climb onto the boat, followed by Garret, who seemed to be the designated pack mule.
“Boats don’t ‘take-off,’ they set sail,” he said, with an irritated scowl at his sister. Grumbling under his breath as he started to untie the boat from the dock.
            “Tomato, potato.” She shrugged, grinning at me, her big floppy orange sunhat hitting her brother in the chin as she spun around to try to find a seat. “I don’t see a sail anywhere. Do you see a sail anywhere, Kendra? Because I don’t see a sail.”
            “Amelia! Sit down!” he barked. “And take that stupid hat off!”
            Amy rolled her eyes at me but removed her hat as she found a seat in the back towards the motor. “God, what crawled up your ass and died, you grumpy fuck?” She flashed me a big sassy smile while eyeing up her brother and shaking her head at his cantankerous mood
            I’d jumped when James had raised his voice. It was a tad frightening, and my eyes sought Justin’s for answers. Thankfully, he read my mind and came over, lifting me up and planting me on his lap while he took my seat. He pressed his mouth against my temple. “Ignore James. He’s in a terrible mood. He hasn’t gotten laid in almost two weeks!”
            “It’s called masturbation,” I murmured. “Everyone does it!”
            He smirked against the side of my head and chuckled before turning to James. “Hey buddy, Kendra says you should just go below and rub one out before we leave. I think we’d all feel a bit safer if we knew you weren’t sporting such serious blue balls. Clearly, they’re making you ornery as fuck!”
            Amy belted out a laugh. “As much as I don’t want to think about my brother spanking the monkey I’m inclined to agree. We’ll wait if you need a couple of minutes, bro.”
            “I can bring up some porn on my phone,” Garret said. “Just be sure to wipe it off when you give it back.”
            James shot everyone a warning look, his face dark and fierce as he made his way to the front and behind the wheel. The motor came to life, and the boat started to move, his jaw set tightly with a muscle ticking just below his ear. This man was so tightly wound it was only a matter of time before he snapped. Meanwhile, the rest of us couldn’t help but laugh, he really was a miserable bugger. 

Sunday, May 21, 2017

Dyami Schafer, a Native American from the Chippewa tribe in Michigan leads a lonely life due to his large size and unusual appearance. When his nesting instinct sets in, he turns to Madame Eve and 1 Night Stand to help him find his spirit mate or at least a woman who enjoys dancing and accepts him as an eagle shifter.

Amanda Collins never recovered from unrequited love and memories of a Chippewa boy. She believes a simple night with a Native American man will make her forget the past so she can move on with her life.

Madame Eve partners them for a 1 Night Stand in the magical Rose Cabin at the Poconos Mountain Resort. During a blizzard they learn one must step into the past before dancing into the future. Will the Spirit of the Eagle carry them?

Here is the first page:
Chapter One

Frilly snowflakes fell, decorating the sleeve of his Carhartt jacket. A pair of the crystals landed on the hard material, molded together to form a larger, even more beautiful design.
No two flakes are the same, yet they manage to find a mate. Is my design too different, that I’ll never find my match? Dyami sighed, his breath releasing in a puff of white and releasing the negative vibes teasing the edge of his mind. He straightened and stretched stiff back muscles. Everything in nature happens for a reason.
Over a few beers several months earlier, he’d celebrated his own pity party with a friend. He’d vented his frustration of women staring at him with fear or disgust and had reached his limit of tolerating loneliness. His large size and dark, Native American features often intimidated strangers. Women of his tribe whispered of his peculiar eyes and often walked away, repulsed.
Unfortunately, his nesting instinct had also recently kicked in. He wanted a good woman who would accept and love him for the rest of his life. His drinking buddy had mentioned an elite dating service, 1Night Stand, that set up blind dates that often led to a love match. Dyami’s spirit nurtured the seed of hope at the recommendation and persuaded him to fill out the paperwork for a date.
Then, a week earlier, he’d stood on his porch, drinking his morning coffee, when a hawk flew overhead. His people considered hawks to be messengers, and he’d wondered about the significance of the creature’s visit. With an impatient heart, he went inside, checked his email, and discovered a message from Madame Evangeline, the owner of 1Night Stand.
Following a day of work, he’d driven almost seven hundred miles in poor weather to meet his date. He’d planned to arrive at his destination with vim and vigor, not exhausted. Eventually, he’d given in to his fatigue and spent the night in a cheap hotel along Interstate 80.
Now, standing and waiting for his date, he watched a plow rumble on the road and the world grow white and admired the serene landscape. Giant evergreen boughs were laden with heavy snow, much like the mental weight he carried. The trunks stood strong, bearing the spirits of the earth. Crisp air filled his lungs. Around his neck hung a pendant with a small eagle mounted on an arrowhead representing his lineage. Clasping it, he closed his eyes. The rough edges dug into his palm, yet gave him comfort. Some of the legends of his culture were true; such as those telling of people born with a totem animal or a spirit guide. His ancestors had been blessed by the Great Spirit. In every generation, one man be born not only with a spirit animal residing within his soul, but also the gift of shifting from man to that of his spirit animal.

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Romance Author and Artist Mary Quast lives in a log home affectionately named "Camp Run-A-Muk" located in the woods of Michigan with her husband, three sons, and a collection of animal family members. As a professional artist, Mary Quast answered the call to express herself creatively. With her descriptive writing style she has developed a knack for creating passionate characters and realistic settings. Quast is one of the original writers for the 1 Night Stand Series published by Decadent Publishing. When she’s not busy writing contemporary erotic romance novels, novelettes, and short stories, Mary Quast doles out sensual tips and yummy eye candy on her blog “Romantic Interludes”.

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Saturday, May 20, 2017

Desiring Lacey - Super Sexy Playlist

🔥 🎶 Desiring Lacey Super Sexy Playlist 🎶 🔥

Good morning, all my Romance Readers Behaving Badly... 😉

I wanted to post my playlist for Desiring Lacey. These songs were played so often during the writing of this story that I know every one by heart. They're drilled into my head and, honestly, I don't think I'll ever be rid of them! But it's okay, because they're fabulous. lol

What was so interesting about writing Desiring Lacey is that I’ve never used/made a playlist before. I’ve had songs that I’ve posted that have reminded me of certain characters or events, but when I wrote my other novellas it was absolute, 110% silent time. With Desiring Lacey, however, these songs were on about 95% of the time. Sometimes the volume was so low the sexy words would barely whisper to me while I wrote, and other times they drowned out the world and everyone in it! 

Overall I really enjoyed working with the music. A sexy song, or even a more emotional one like some of the ones in here, will take you away to the place where your characters live. You can feel them and their experiences so much clearer, and it's simply amazing.

Give them a listen and see what you think! I can tell you many of these songs were on repeat for DAYS while I wrote. lol *cough* especially Desire and Until It Hurts *cough*. 

Go ahead, try it! Play Desire softly in the background while you read the below excerpt from Chapter One for an even more delicious experience...

The music changed as Lacey raised her glass to take another sip of
champagne. She closed her eyes and let the melody and lyrics wash
over her. The woman’s voice rang out over the speakers, scratchy and
passionate, the words she delivered deliciously explicit as she sang
about desire. Hot, achy, needy desire.
She heard a movement in front of her and opened her eyes to find
a man leading a woman to a large, circular cushion. As he sat down,
Lacey noticed the chatter around her had died, and everyone seemed
to watch them eagerly. As the music continued to play, the man leaned
back on his forearms and nibbled his bottom lip while he watched the
woman reach up and unclip her hair. Her long, blonde locks fell down
her back, and her hands roamed over her curves as she smiled. Her
hips swished back and forth as she glided toward him. She grabbed
his shirt by the collar, then tugged him until he slid down and sat on
the floor, his head resting on the cushion.
Lacey swallowed as she watched the woman place her knees on
either side of his head. Short bursts of excitement burst from her
lungs, and her breasts pushed against the top of her dress. He’s not
going to…surely not right here. That’d be…

She didn’t have time to finish her thought, because the next second
the man pushed up the woman’s black dress, used his hands to spread
her thighs, and buried his face in her sex. Lacey slowly inhaled as the
woman pulled off the garment, her large and perfect breasts spilling
free. She moaned as she ground against him, one hand supporting her
weight as she leaned over him, the other hand between her legs, her
fingers curled in his hair.
The people around her began to move, too. Some made their
way to the next hallway in groups of twos and threes, and others
began to kiss and explore each other right where they were.
Lacey couldn’t have moved if she wanted to. She couldn’t think—
hell, she could barely breathe. All she could do was watch the
couple in front of her. She’d never seen anything like this in her
life. Typically, she didn’t even care for porn, but the scene in
front of her made her entire body tingle. She pulled her legs up
onto her chair, and a small gasp escaped her throat as her
excitement pooled in her center. A moan slipped through her lips
as her juices leaked out and dripped down her sensitive, swollen
flesh. Holy hell, holy hell, holy hell. She squirmed in her seat as
desire overtook her. Her rapid heartbeat pulsed in her head, her
neck, her clit. She wanted nothing more than to touch herself.
She hurt so badly, she needed to touch herself, to make
herself come.
She glanced around at the few people who hadn’t gone to the
private rooms. A couple to the side of her, both still fully clothed,
ravished each other in one of the chairs. The woman straddled him,
and Lacey pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as his hands
explored every inch of her body. With each move, her skirt slid a few
inches higher, a little more of her thighs exposed each time. A few of
the other couples were already naked on the sofas. Some had sex, and
some simply enjoyed each other as fingertips ran up and down arms
and legs, over breasts and along their sex.
As everyone allowed themselves to experience the naughty fun,
Lacey’s thoughts continued to rage a war in her head. She knew if she
gave in to her body and pleasured herself, it would be the least
shocking thing taking place in the room, but even as that knowledge
swirled in her head, she still couldn’t believe she was actually
considering it. This wasn’t her. She didn’t go to sex parties and
masturbate while she watched others screw. Sex was supposed to be
intimate and private, right? That’s how she viewed it. And yet, here
she sat. A shivering, achy mess.
She swallowed the rest of her champagne and put the glass on the
floor beside her. She didn’t have time to think of how she normally
behaved. All she knew was she was in desperate need of release, and
with every second she didn’t give into the urge, her head pounded
harder. Not from the alcohol, but from her body’s unrelenting ache.
Every tremble, every shudder was her body begging her for an
orgasm. She quickly glanced around, then inched up her dress and
glanced down at her legs. Fuck! My pantyhose. Should I take them off?
Just do it over them? Dammit, dammit, dammit…

“And that, sugar, is why you aren’t supposed to wear panties.”
The deep voice startled her, and she looked up into the eyes of a
man in front of her. “They’re pantyhose. They’re—”
“Two totally separate things. Yeah, I know.”
Lacey realized she was looking at the doorman from earlier.
Cameron. If she hadn’t been so preoccupied with the lust wreaking
havoc in her veins, she would have recognized his broad chest and
shoulders. After all, there was built, then there was Cameron.
She turned her head so she could keep her gaze on him as he crept
behind her, then dropped to his knees. His peppery cologne filled her
nose as he leaned in. His lips grazed her ear as he whispered, “Do you
like what you’re watching?”
His breath sent tingles up her neck, and her sex clenched harder.
Painfully. Like she was empty and needed to be filled.
His fingers moved through her long, dark curls as he pulled them
to the side. She closed her eyes and moaned as his scorching lips came
into contact with her neck. His wet tongue skated out and ran up her
skin to her ear. “Open your eyes, sugar.”
Lacey did as she was told. The man in front of her ran his hands
up the woman’s back and pushed her down until her cheek rested on
the cushion, her ass up in the air. The position showed everything.
“What’s he doing to her?” Cameron asked as his hands made their
way down to her chest, and his long fingers massaged the tops of her
breasts over her dress. He applied perfect pressure, squeezing them
just right, and her nipples hardened beneath his touch.
“He’s going down on her.”
Cameron chuckled and allowed his hands to travel to her waist.
“Going down on her? Please. That’s what guys do when they feel it’s
something they have to do. Like it’s a chore.” He removed his hands,
then made his way around her chair until he was in front of her. He
placed his palms on her shaking knees, his thumbs still massaging,
and ran his tongue over his lips. “Open your legs?”
Lacey watched her legs tremble as she parted them slightly,
allowing Cameron to slide in between them. The feel of his body and
his heat against her center had her helplessly trying to grind into the
chair. Anything to get some friction where she needed it most.
He leaned in until their lips almost touched, but stopped just short
of kissing her. “What he’s doing, Lacey, is eating her pussy.” He ran his
mouth across her cheek and to her ear, his hot breath sending chills
up her spine as he spoke. “Watch him. He’s devouring her. He wants to
feel every ounce of her wetness on his tongue, then he wants to
swallow it down. Do you see? Can you tell the difference?”
Lacey watched, transfixed, as the man’s tongue disappeared in and
out of the woman. She heard him moan as he used his fingers to fill
her up. Every now and then, he’d place one of them back into his
mouth and suck off her juices, then he’d grab her thighs or hips and
push her down farther into his mouth. Onto his face.
“Oh!” Lacey threw her head back as Cameron used the palm of his
hand to push against her center.
“Mmm…I can feel how wet you are. Tell me, baby, do you need
to come?”
“Yes…yes please.” She clumsily attempted to remove her stockings,
but he took her hands and placed them on the armrests.
“No need,” he grabbed the middle of her pantyhose, right above
her sex, and ripped them open.
Her center throbbed from both her need and the cool air that now
caressed her sensitive skin. She could feel her wetness on her inner
thighs, and she attempted to rub them together to get some sort of
relief, but it proved impossible with him kneeling between her legs.
Cameron leaned down and hovered just above her sex.
Her legs shook, her fingers dug into the armrests, and her hips
continuously rose off the chair involuntarily. Just when she was ready
to beg for him to put his mouth on her, she felt his tongue softly skate
over her lips.
“Keep looking at them,” he whispered against her. “Watch them
while I eat you.”

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Friday, May 19, 2017

First Chapter Friday: BROTHERS IN BLUE: MATT by Jeanne St. James #EroticRomance

Book 3 of the Brothers in Blue Series...

 The Brothers in Blue Series, book #3
Jeanne St. James
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance

Meet the men of Manning Grove, three small-town cops and brothers, who meet the women who will change the rest of their lives. This is Matt’s story…

As a former Marine, Matt Bryson has dealt with PTSD ever since coming home from the Middle East. He finds himself fortunate to be able to return to his job as a cop at the local police department with his brothers Max and Marc.

Dr. Carly Stephens works hard as an obstetrician at the local hospital, struggling to pay off her medical school loans, financially support her elderly parents, and save money to adopt a baby. Unable to have children, she still longs for one of her very own.

Instantly attracted to the Dictator Doctor, Matt finds Carly easily brings him to his knees both emotionally and physically. What starts out only as a convenient sexual relationship turns into a whole lot more when dealing with their pasts and their future. Especially since Matt doesn’t ever want children.

Matt and Carly find themselves on a passionate and emotional journey that can either bring them together or rip them apart.

Note: This book can be read as a stand-alone and has an HEA ending. Due to the sensual and explicit sexual nature of the story, it is intended only for readers 18+. Trigger warning: this book includes a main character who is dealing with PTSD.

 Available on Amazon for $2.99 for a limited time
Or FREE on Kindle Unlimited!

Chapter One
“That son-of-a-bitch! This is all his fault!”
As the gurney slammed through the emergency room doors, Officer Matt Bryson glanced down at the pissed off woman laid out flat on the wheeled stretcher. He walked double-time alongside, trying to keep up. If he didn’t, he feared he’d be dragged down the hallway against his will like a bobber bouncing behind a trolling boat.
She squeezed his hand even harder. Matt’s fingers had already lost their feeling and the tips now turned purple.
“What’s wrong with him? Why would he do this to me?”
If he thought she couldn’t possibly tighten her grip on his abused hand any more, he was dead wrong.
Fuck. That hurts!” she screamed.
Matt didn’t dare tell his sister-in-law how much his hand hurt too. He guaranteed his pain didn’t compare to what she was going through. And he also wanted to keep his manhood.
“Matt, you have to arrest him for doing this to me!”
She must be in a true delirious state if she thought that would ever happen. As if he’d arrest his own brother who was also the chief of police. And his boss. Yeah, right.
Amanda’s face contorted again as they wheeled her down the hall, bypassing the ER check-in. He had already called ahead and, as a law enforcement official, no one blinked an eye on him skipping that step.
“Amanda, it’s already done and you now have to deal with it.”
“Noooo. No, I don’t!” Her hysterical voice pierced his ears, as well as the hospital worker’s, who winced as he pushed the gurney.
You’d think the guy would be used to unreasonable pregnant women.
Amanda put a hand to her face and groaned. “He will never touch me again!”
Matt doubted that. But he kept his mouth shut. He wasn’t stupid.
When they reached the elevators, the guy in the green medical scrubs pushed the up button. Matt silently begged the elevator to hurry.
“If he does this to me again… If he even touches me again, I will kill him!”
The hospital employee turned ashen and eyed the Glock holstered on Matt’s duty belt with unmistakable concern. Matt frowned and turned his hip away from the crazy woman on the bed. Just in case.
“Where is he? I’ll just kill him now! Oooow!”
The ding of the elevator made Matt glance toward the ceiling and mouth a silent “thank you.” On the way up to the third floor, he reminded her, “I think this is also partly your fault, you know.”
With beaded sweat dotting Amanda’s forehead, she shot him a glare.
“Well, it is.” The huge belly that looked like Mt. Everest was obvious proof. “Do I have to explain the bird and the bees? I’m pretty sure you knew what you were getting into when you slept with your husband.”
Amanda’s growl morphed into a howl of pain as another contraction hit her.
The elevator stopped and the doors swooshed open onto the maternity floor.
“Okay, we’re here. Max should be showing up any minute now,” he consoled her, trying to pull his hand away. He wasn’t successful. Somewhere along the way, she had turned into Superwoman.
Amanda flushed face suddenly paled. “You won't leave me, will you?”
Yes. Matt sighed. Fuck.
No. He couldn’t desert her. Even though he really didn’t want any part of the birth of his nephew. Or niece. Did they even find out the sex yet? He hadn’t asked and really didn’t care.
“Where’s Max?” she wailed loudly.
Matt wished he knew. If Amanda didn’t kill her husband, he would. Pigs would fly before he’d step in to help her with the birth. He had his limits.
He’d go back to the sandbox first.
“All right, we need to go,” the nurse, or whatever he was, said.
“No! You need to come with me, Matt.”
Oh shit no.
“I can’t do this alone!”
Matt glanced down at Amanda’s practically purple face and scowled. He couldn’t even begin to explain to this woman why-in-the-hell he refused to go in there. First of all, he didn’t want to see his sister-in-law in that position. Nor did he want to see that area stretched to the impossible.
The image in his head made him shudder. He didn’t even know if he’d want to watch the birth of his own kid. Though that would never happen since he wasn’t having kids. Ever.
Plus, he’d seen enough blood and gross shit in his extended stint in the Marines. And he knew what happened in childbirth. He witnessed it while in the Middle East and not by choice.
No thanks.
A frazzled Max rushed down the hall with his shirt buttoned crookedly and his belt clearly missing some of the loops. But, damn it, the man had arrived.
And for that Matt sighed in relief.
“I’m here! I’m here!”
“About time,” Matt told him, dryly.
“I had to change out of uniform,” he answered before glancing down at his wife. He did a double take. “Holy shit. Are you okay?”
“Fuck no, you rat bastard!” she snarled, finally releasing Matt’s hand. “I feel like I’m about to be split open and my cooch will never be the same again. I just want to let you know that. This will ruin my tight—”
Max quickly slapped a hand over his wife’s mouth and gave a look of apology to the hospital staff within ear distance. Matt stepped back out of reach, rubbing the circulation back into his fingers.
He considered his brother extremely brave to put his hand anywhere near her mouth. At this point Amanda may bite off a digit.
Max cheeks appeared red. Surprised, Matt didn’t think anything could make his brother blush.
He turned away to hide his snicker. Most of the people who knew Amanda weren’t surprised at anything that came out of her mouth. It should be nothing new to her husband.
His brother was on his own now. He could deal with his wife, who appeared as pissed off as a cornered porcupine.
A tall blonde rushed up, wearing a long white lab coat. Most likely a doctor. “Why is she still out here? Get her in the delivery room STAT before we have a new Bryson baby in the hallway,” she commanded, the staff snapping to attention like she was a Master Sergeant.
Matt backed up a step, cocking an eyebrow at her I’m-in-charge stance.
The woman was all legs and attitude.
“Well?” she asked without patience. Then, following a flurry of activity, the hallway became empty and quiet.
Matt blew out a breath and leaned against the nearest wall. He had a fucking hard-on.
Just like that.
He pushed himself off of the wall and straightened, yanking his duty belt up over his hips as the rest of the family rushed down the hall like a herd of buffalo.
“Are we too late?” his mother asked, excitement in her eyes.
There should be. She had harassed her three sons for years about getting hitched as well as bugged them for grandchildren. Now, she was finally getting one.
Well, as long as Amanda cooperated. Because if anyone could call off a pregnancy at nine months and counting, it would be her. Matt shook his head and laughed to himself. The woman sure was obstinate, and Max had his hands full with her. Though, he suspected his brother loved every minute of it. Self-masochist bastard.
Matt’s father, Ron, stepped up next to him and whacked him on the back. “Good job for getting her here on time, son.”
Matt nodded at his father, but answered his mother. “No, Ma. You’re not too late. How can you be too late for a birth anyway? Once the kid is born, you’re stuck with it forever. That’s how it works, remember?”
“Yeah, Ma, you’re stuck with Matt forever,” his brother Marc said. “Like it or not.”
Mary Ann Bryson frowned at her middle son. “I’m not stuck with any of you. I brought you into this world and I can take you back out.”
Her husband laughed. “That’s right, honey, you tell them.”
“Damn, Ma, that’s a bit harsh,” Marc said, frowning.
“Where’s Leah?” Matt asked his brother.
“Sleeping. She has to work daylight shift tomorrow with you.”
Matt nodded. His future sister-in-law, the newest member of the force, proved herself a good cop and could back him up anytime. In fact, he wouldn’t have minded her being by his side in combat. She was tough and she sure kept Marc in line.
His middle brother was a lucky man. Unlike Max, who was probably getting his ass ripped up one side and down the other right now.
Fuck that.
“Well, now that most of the Bryson army is here, I’m going back on patrol.” He stepped over to the nearest elevator and pushed the down button.
“Don’t you want to see your niece after she’s born?” his mother asked.
And with that, the elevator doors swooshed open and he jetted.

JEANNE ST. JAMES is an erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only 13 when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.
She has a few new releases coming up in 2017. So keep an eye on her website at or sign up for her newsletter here.


Wednesday, May 17, 2017


The authors of Tropical Tryst cannot wait for you to meet our leading men and get swept away in these 24 all new sultry and exotic romances.  

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Tuesday, May 16, 2017

~⭐~Going to Make Her Mine~⭐~
     Book 2 in The Step Series

        Hadley Morgan has always chosen the loser, wanted the bad boy, fall for the one that will just use her. Then she meets Percy Morgan. He is the entire opposite of every guy she's ever gone after, so he made her believe.

        Maxon Morgan, Hadley's new stepson, encompasses every guy, Hadley has ever dated. He's arrogant, pig-headed and uses women for his own desires, so he made her believe.

         Maxon falls hard for his stepmother. She is the angel he has waited for all these years. Trying to take her from his father is a huge no-no.

        When things turn the wrong direction, everyone's world is flipped upside down. Maxon no longer cares about how his father feels. Hadley was made for him. Now he will fight to make her his....
             ..... And his alone.

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