Tuesday, October 24, 2017

Kore's Angel

                                                       Series: Angel Shifters
                                                                Book One

Eden thought she was blissfully in love. Instead, she was dying at the hands of her cold-hearted fiance. Now that she knew his plan she would do everything she could to fight back. Was it strange that she wanted to enjoy one more Christmas? Where would she go even if she was able to escape? She'd have to plan on the run because it was now or never.

Kore anticipated a Christmas much last the last one, spent alone. He didn't know fate had other plans for him. A runaway car and a tempting human to thaw his heart and maybe save his life. It would be up to him if Eden's brand of loving could make him feel again.

To lonely souls have a chance for a Christmas miracle if they can escape the death threat on Eden's life.


Eden slipped her arms around Kore, opening her mouth so that his tongue could plunder inside of her looking for all the secrets she kept buried for so long.
She gave a sigh of pleasure as she battled with his tongue finding a pleasure she had yet to experience.
“Kore.” His name came out in a long drawn out moan. It was letting him know she knew who she was kissing and where she was. It was also a sign of the pleasure his simple touch was giving her.
He moved back a little looking at her kiss-swollen lips, and her eyes that were already starting to cloud with pleasure, and a deep, satisfied rumble came from him making her belly flip at the sound.
Licking the shell of her ear, he whispered, “You’re beautiful, Eden.”
Her body shivered as her neck arched so he would have room to place his small bites and kisses on her. Her hands went to his hair; she’d denied herself the pleasure of touching it, and now she wanted to feel the softness for herself.
She moaned as his hair went through her hands. She wanted to compare it to something, but she’d never felt anything this soft before. It was like how she thought a cloud would feel, soft and airy at the same time.
“I love the way your hair feels.”
“Thank you.” He was nipping at her shoulder now, biting just hard enough for her to feel his teeth and to shiver in anticipation of his next bite. Would it still be gentle or would it be harder? Her body arched towards him needing to know the answer. She craved gentleness, but there was a slightly wicked part that wanted him to bite just a little harder. To possess her make her his without destroying her in the process.
He bit, her voice rang out with a pleasure-pain combo then it went away as her body rode a wave of joy, she felt a need she feared might never be met. She moved against him, rubbing herself against his cock as she looked for relief. There was white fire running through her body. He gave a guttural laugh, one that made her pussy spasm. What was he doing to her?

She didn’t care; she just wanted him to do it again. 


Eden opened her eyes to the sound of machines humming away in the background. A turn of her head told her she was in a hospital room. She raised her hand to make sure she wasn’t restrained. Once raised, she placed it on her chest feeling the steady beat of her heart. It had been such a risk choosing the death door.
Her head shook wondering if the whole thing was a dream brought on by whatever medicine they gave her to make her better. She forced herself to try and sit before she remembered she was in a hospital bed, reaching out she raised the bed and felt better when she was no longer lying flat.
She eyed the room noting that it was small and private. The blue walls were kind of tranquil. She picked up the remote that was on the cart next to her bed. Flipping on the television, she tried to forget the dream she had, but it felt too real to ignore. Reaching out, she picked up the Christmas bear that caught her eye; only Kore would have given her something so nice. She pressed it to her chest and felt better.
As she stood between those two doors thinking of life and death. all the reasons she had to live crossed her mind. There were things, useless things like her car collection and jewelry all of which didn’t mean a thing to her anymore.
Friends had crossed her mind, most of whom hadn’t come to see her when she got sick. There were a few, but she lived long enough that she should have more friends. Then there was Kore. He gave her every reason to fight for life, but the thought of him being hurt if Ha’cho killed her made her hesitate.
Then there was the door itself. Which one should she pick? The choice looked so obvious it was a no-brainer and that by itself made her wary. Her gut was screaming that Ha’cho had done a bait and switch with the doors. So, in the end, she went with her gut instead of what her eyes were telling her. She thanked her instincts. Where was Kore? 

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Sunday, October 22, 2017


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Saturday, October 21, 2017

Test Drive a #book today! Read the 1st Chapers of #EroticRomance #Author Jeanne St. James



This book contains the first chapter of a variety of my books. This will give you a taste of the type of books I write and if you enjoy the first chapter, I hope you’ll be interested in reading the rest of the book.

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Friday, October 20, 2017

First Chapter Friday: A Daring Desire by Jeanne St. James

A Daring Desire

The Dare Ménage Series, book 4

By Jeanne St. James

Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance, Ménage, MMF, Interracial


Take two defense attorneys, add one troubled NFL QB who needs them, and what do you get? A threesome of hot, sexy conflict.

Gryff Ward made a serious mistake when he hired the hot-as-hell defense attorney Rayne Jordan as an associate in his high-profile legal firm, even though she’s one of the best. Now he’s struggling to keep it professional, especially when she insists on calling him “Boss.”

Rayne’s been attracted to the firm's top attorney ever since her interview. And she’s well aware that calling the conservative man “Boss” drives him crazy…in a very good way.

Add Trey Holloway, their newest client, a troubled NFL quarterback, into the mix. Tension arises when it’s clear that both Gryff and Trey want Rayne and Gryff is willing to fight for her. However, Trey doesn’t hide the fact that he wants Gryff too.

Now Gryff’s having a hard time fighting not only his attraction to Rayne but to another man. Even though he stubbornly refuses to admit his deepest, darkest desires.
Then Rayne takes control. She’s determined to have them both in not only her bed but her life, and she won’t give up until she does.

Note: This book in the series can be read as standalone. It includes an HEA ending. It is intended for audiences over 18 years of age since it includes explicit sexual scenes between all three characters.

Chapter One

Gryffin Ward’s dick was so hard he winced.
The newest associate at his law firm stood on the other side of his desk talking. Actually talking to him.
He had no clue what she was even saying.
As he watched her lips move, he regretted hiring her. Even though she came highly recommended.
Rayne’s stats were so good he would’ve been a fool not to. The more cases his practice won, the more clients they attracted. The more clients they drew, the larger his firm grew. Which meant—
Oh fuck. Who cared what it meant. Right now, he desperately needed to adjust himself because his erection was caught in his pants in a painful position.
“So, what do you think, Boss?”
Holy fuck with that “Boss” shit again.
She needed to start dressing like a nun and stop calling him that. Otherwise, he would have permanent blue balls.
What did he think? He didn’t. All the blood in his brain had rushed to his dick, so he had no valid thoughts.
“You don’t have to call me Boss. In fact, please don’t.”
“I know I don’t.” With a smile, Rayne leaned over and tapped him under the chin before spinning on the heel of her fuck-me pumps and heading toward the door. “But, I like it,” she threw over her shoulder.
Me, too.
He took one last glance at her tight skirt with the slit in the back, the one that hugged her luscious ass and those stockings she wore with the line up the back of her legs, before she disappeared, leaving his office door open.
Gryff closed his eyes and blew out a breath.
No wonder she won most of her cases. The judge and the ADA’s brains were probably mush after watching her pace the courtroom cross-examining witnesses on the stand.
No matter what, she was highly respected for being a great defense attorney.
But, he should fire her. He didn’t dip his pen in the company ink and he wasn’t going to start now. Even though she sorely tempted him.
He was a wretch. That’s what he was.
He blew out another ragged breath and scrubbed his hands over his face.
“Gryff,” came a female voice from the door.
He separated his fingers enough to peer through them at his secretary, Dani. “Yeah?”
“Are you okay?”
Fuck no, he wasn’t okay. He was completely jacked. “Yeah.” He sighed and lowered his hands to his lap to cover the evidence, just in case she came closer.
“Okay, well, your brother is on line one.”
If that didn’t make his dick soften, then nothing would. “Thanks. Close the door, please.”
She gave him a little smile and did as she was told. Now, there was a woman he could work with and not lose his mind. But then, Dani dressed conservatively, like she actually worked in an office for a high-profile law firm. Unlike Rayne.
With a quick adjustment to his deflating manhood, he picked up the handset and jabbed the button for line one. “What’s up, big brother?”
“Hey, what’s up with you?” his older brother, Grae, returned.
If his brother only knew what had just been up.
Ever since Grae hooked up with his lovers, Paige and Connor, the man had definitely lost some of his stick-up-his-ass disposition and now sounded more relaxed. His proper English had relaxed a little bit, too. But then, Paige had a filthy mouth and cursed like a sailor, so it didn’t surprise him that some of that rubbed off on Grae. It was about time his brother loosened up.
“I need a favor,” Grae continued.
Damn. Grae never asked for anything. His squared-away older brother couldn’t possibly be having any legal problems, could he?
“I’ve got a player­—”
Ah, fuck.
“That needs representation.”
Another bad boy football player getting into a jam. Nothing new. However, Grae coming to him for help was.
“And you’re the best.”
Gryff frowned. “Are you trying to butter me up?”
“Yes. He needs your help. He’s a great player and our team needs him, but he’s been suspended until this little legal snag is cleared up.”
“How little?”
“The judge wants to make an example out of him since he doesn’t like professional athletes getting away with stuff like this.”
Stuff like this. The words domestic and assault ping-ponged through Gryff’s head. “Did he smack around his wife or girlfriend?”
“Stop beating around the bush, Grae. This isn’t like you.”
A pause came from the other end of the line.
“What’s the charge?” Gryff prodded.
“Aggravated assault.”
Gryff pursed his lips and leaned back in his leather office chair, staring up at the ceiling. “Who’s the judge?”
Gryff sat up with a snap. Shit. He didn’t want to hear the name of that hard-ass and he was pretty certain he didn’t want to know the answer to the next question. “Who is it?”
“Trey Holloway.”
Gryff closed his eyes and cursed silently. “No.”
Trey Holloway had been in the news one too many times in the past few years. The guy seemed to be spinning out of control and it didn’t surprise Gryff that he’d been charged with agg assault.
“It was self-defense.”
“Sure it was.” Gryff ground the heel of his palm into his right eye. He had the start of a blistering headache.
“I believe him,” Grae said softly. “Look, I know the guy has some issues. He’s a wild child, but he’s good on the field. He’s got potential to take us to the Super Bowl this upcoming season. I don’t want to see him throw it away.”
“Are you doing this for the team? Or for him?”
Another hesitation, then, “Both. One can help the other.”
Maybe. But, a troublemaker on the team had the potential to make it implode, too. If anyone knew that, Grae should. And Gryff was sure he did know it. Why was Grae putting his neck on the line for this guy? Why was this guy different than any other player who got arrested for doing something stupid?
“Talk to me,” Gryff said.
“He was at a bar—"
Yeah. That’s how all the good stories began.
“And he came onto a guy—”
“He’s gay?” Well, Gryff never expected that.
Grae ignored his question and continued, “They were outside behind the bar making out—”
Making out. Like teenagers?
“And the guy’s friends caught them. When that happened, the guy accused Trey of forcing himself on him, since the guy wasn’t out. The guy acts indignant and punches Trey to make the cover story look good. The guy’s friends jump in, thumping on Trey, outnumbering him. But, Trey fights back and ends up taking all four guys down, injuring a couple of them pretty badly.”
“Damn,” Gryff whispered, picturing the whole thing in his head as his brother explained it.
“Right. But, it’s Trey’s word against the other four. No one else in the bar witnessed it and if they did, they haven’t come forward. Trey claims it was self-defense and I believe him. No one in their right mind takes on four guys for the hell of it.”
Unless they’re drunk. “Was he the only one arrested?”
“He was the only one left standing in the end.”
“Damn,” Gryff whispered, again. “From what I’ve heard about him, you’d think Holloway would have a lawyer on retainer.”
“He does. But this is life or death right now. Like I said, there’s no one better than you.”
“Life or death?”
“Of his career,” Grae clarified.
Gryff spun his chair around to stare out of the window behind him. “Well, if that isn’t some pressure...”
“You can handle it.”
“I need some time to think about it.”
“There’s no time.”
“Why? When is the—”
A throat cleared behind him. He looked over his shoulder and stared right into Trey Holloway’s sky blue eyes. The guy gave him a wink and a cocky smile.
Get the fuck out of here.
“Grae,” Gryff said in a menacing tone.
His brother chuckled. “I was going to warn you.”
“Not fast enough.”
“Yes, well—” and then the phone went dead.
Son of a bitch. He was going to kill his brother.
Gryff slowly turned his chair back around and carefully hung up the phone when he really wanted to smash it fifty times into the cradle until it exploded. But, he was civilized. He couldn’t lose his shit in front of a client.
Even if it was Trey Holloway.
Gryff clearly needed to have a talk with Dani about letting clients just walk into his office without being announced or even invited in.
He studied the man standing in the middle of his office. His blue eyes looked lighter due to his dark tan. His dirty blond hair, streaked with highlights, whether fake or real, almost reached his shoulders. Scruff covered his jaw. The man was definitely built like a quarterback and not a linebacker. He wore a white button down shirt that emphasized his coloring, with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows and tucked into well-fitting jeans. Well-worn pointed cowboy boots covered feet that could move him downfield quickly when necessary.
“Like what you see?”
Gryff leveled his gaze at him. “I don’t do men.”
“Do they do you?”
Gryff pursed his lips and wondered if he should administer Trey’s next ass whipping. Though, like the last time, it probably wouldn’t do any good. He shook his head. “I don’t swing that way.”
“Never say never. Your brother does. Maybe it’s in the genes.”
Gryff’s fingers clenched the arms of his office chair. So much for polite introductions. “You fuck a lot of men, Holloway?”
Trey quickly hid his surprise at the unexpected question. It was there one second and then gone the next, covered by the wide smile he plastered across his face. “You mean over my lifetime or in one night?”
Trey was trying to shock him, get a rise out of him. Two could play at that game.
“How many men have you had in one night?”
Trey lifted his hands up and spread his fingers. “I don’t have enough fingers to count.”
“If needed, you can use your toes, too.”
The corners of Trey’s lips twitched. “You’ve got a better sense of humor than your brother.”
“You don’t hear me laughing.”
Then they flat lined. Trey studied Gryff for a moment then gave a sharp nod. “We got off on the wrong foot.” He shoved his hand out. “Trey Holloway.”
Gryff didn’t take the offered hand nor did he even bother to glance at it. “I know who you are. Sit down.”
Trey cocked an eyebrow but parked his ass in one of the seats meant for real clients. Not an irresponsible jackass like the one in front of him.
He propped his feet on Gryff’s desk. What. The. Fuck.
“Get your filthy boots off my desk. Put your feet on the floor, sit up straight, and act like you have some sense.”
Trey’s feet dropped to the floor and he scooted back in the chair with sudden color in his cheeks. He cleared his throat. “Thanks for taking my case.”
Now, it was Gryff’s turn to cock a brow. “I didn’t say yes, yet.”
“I’ve been falsely accused.”
“That’s what the guilty always say.”
“Hey, I was the victim.”
Trey crossed his arms over his chest. “Your brother says you’re the best.”
“I am.”
Trey hooked an ankle over his knee and smiled. “What’s it going to take?”
“You keeping your ass clean and a five hundred-thousand-dollar retainer.”
Trey’s eyes widened and he whistled softly.
Ah, see? Two could play the shock and awe game. “If you fuck up, you lose the retainer.”
“So, it’s insurance.”
“You catch on quickly.”
Trey shook his head. “Just ‘cause I play football doesn’t mean I’m stupid.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“Hey, Boss,” Rayne burst in through the open doorway staring at a file as she walked, then stopped dead when she glanced up and spotted Trey. “Oh. Sorry. I didn’t realize you were with anyone.” Gryff didn’t miss her green eyes widen when she recognized who sat in his office. “Oh.”
Yeah, oh.
Gryff’s eyes narrowed as he watched her fingers brush over her hair, as if fixing it. There was nothing to fix, her long dark blonde hair always seems to have a ‘just woke’ look that fit her personality.
“You’re Trey Holloway,” she breathed.
Gryff frowned at the sudden color in her cheeks and the hungry look in her eyes.
Trey pushed himself to his feet and offered her his hand. Well, the guy may have some manners yet. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Ma’am? Oh please.” She almost giggled. Giggled. The corners of her lips curved as she curled her fingers around his.
Gryff’s gaze glued to their hands. Hands that weren’t shaking in greeting, just holding. Did his finger tickle her palm? Trey gave her a suggestive smile and raised her hand to his mouth, kissing her knuckles. “And you are?”
That seemed to jump start Rayne. “Oh, uh... Rayne. Rayne Jordan.”
“Nice to meet you, Ms. Jordan.”
“Uh, just Rayne.” Holy shit, she just batted her eyelashes at him.
Gryff coughed loudly and both their heads spun toward him. “Holloway, take a seat. Rayne, what do you need?”
“Oh, it can wait, Boss.”
She didn’t move to leave. Oh, hell no. Instead, she moved to stand almost directly in front of Trey’s chair and parked her ass on the edge of Gryff’s desk. Just like that.
“Are you a new client?” Rayne asked Trey. Was she panting?
“Yes,” he said, giving her a blinding smile.
Trey was the kind of guy who thought his looks and charm would get him through life. He needed a rude awakening. You’d think after getting arrested—and not for the first time—with a felony assault, a good ass kicking and then being suspended from the team, would have done it. Apparently not.
“We don’t know yet,” Gryff corrected. “We’re still talking terms.”
Without breaking eye contact with Rayne, Trey said, “There’s nothing to talk about. I’ll meet the terms.”
A muscle in Gryff’s jaw jumped. And jumped again. He was going to kill his brother.

About the author:

JEANNE ST. JAMES is a best-selling erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen 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. Want to read a sample of her work? Download a sampler book here: BookHip.com/MTQQKK

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Thursday, October 19, 2017

Thursday 13 - Fun Fall Date Nights

The leaves are changing and autumn is upon us. Everything about the season is wonderful! Acorn squash smothered with butter and brown sugar cooks in the stove while a hot apple pie cools. Burning leaves and then enjoying a glass of wine with friends. Here are a few ideas for you and your honey to have some time to yourselves.

1. Visit a local orchard or pumpkin patch.

2. Go apple picking then make caramel apples.

3. Bake an apple or pumpkin pie together then eat it before it gets cold. Have fun with any left over whipping cream.

4. Go on a corn maze and hayride.

5. Make Apple Cider Floats and snuggle on the porch.
Apple Cider Float
1 cup of real apple cider
½ cup ginger ale
1-2 scoops vanilla ice cream or a seasonal flavor such as cinnamon or apple pie
Ground cinnamon and nutmeg for sprinkling
1-2 TBSP caramel sauce
Pour apple cider and ginger ale into a glass. Add vanilla ice cream. Sprinkle on nutmeg and cinnamon to taste and drizzle caramel sauce on top. Serve with straw and spoon.

6. Take your lap top and a bowl of popcorn to the backyard and watch a movie.

7. Have a thermos picnic at the park. Pack soup and hot cocoa.

8. Go on a Fall Foliage Drive. Pick up some pumpkin spice coffee and enjoy the ride.

9. Visit a local book store. Many offer special autumn displays and events.

10. Take a hot air balloon ride.  What a way to see the fall colors.

11. Go on a Sunset Date. Grad a thermos of cocoa and a blanket then head off to a park to watch the sunset.  Weather permitting, do some star gazing too. Super romantic!

12. Have a “Power Outage” Date. Turn all the lights off, light some candles and have some fun.

13. Try a Spa Night. Take a bath together, give each other massages and put on your comfy-cozies. 

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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”.

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Winter is coming...and it's going to be a hot one! Get ready for a Season of Seduction.

Winter is coming...and it's going to be a HOT one!

Only 30 days until this sexy winter set hits your e-reader and hits it hard.


Featuring my sexy stand-alone novel

Snowed In & Set Up

Christmas, a time when dreams come true, finds six lonely singles tricked into spending the holiday in a romantic cabin in the heart of Washington's snowy Snoqualmie Pass.

Dr. Will Colson, an ornery, overworked ER doctor, longs to get away and ignore the holiday, and Amber Roth, a feisty contractor with a chip on her shoulder, has a secret she’s kept for much too long. Then there’s Rowan Briggs, a talented chef who doesn’t know when to shut his trap, and brilliant author Juniper Davis, who's almost given up on love. Entrepreneur Hunter Kingsley simply wants to fill her empty heart and go on an adventure, and finally, there’s Austin Masters, the nerdy scientist with a penchant for fire and a bumbling awkwardness that always lands him in a tight spot.

Sparks fly and secrets are revealed during their five days together, but it's more than holiday whimsy and the spirit of the season that have their hearts aflutter. This year, Christmas magic—and sizzling attraction—might lead them to their true love, who could be right in front of them, standing beneath the mistletoe.


“Maybe we should try the door?” Amber suggested, elbowing her way forward and trying the knob. It swung forward, and the smell of cloves, oranges, pine tree and cinnamon hit her in the face like a roundhouse kick. She took a quick inhale and smiled.
It was the smell of Christmas.
“Do we go in?” Austin asked behind her. Hesitation colored his tone.
Amber shifted foot to foot, that sudden feeling of being a part of some horrible prank or a Christmas horror film creeping its way up her spine. Was a psychopathic man in a cheap velour jumpsuit and scraggly Santa beard going to come murder them all in their sleep with an ax? Chanting “HO, HO, HO!” as he hacked off their limbs?
Will moved forward into the house, his big frame taking up the entire doorway. “May as well. Maybe they ran back into town for supplies. Or they’re out skiing. Let’s check for a note or something.”
Everyone nodded, a series of murmurs both for and against the idea of wandering into the empty house filling the air, along with the shuffle and stomp of heavy boots and bags being brought across the threshold.
“Here’s a note!” Amber announced.
“What’s it say?” Juney asked.
“It says, ‘Hit Play.’ What the hell? Hit play where?”
“Here,” Will said, holding up the remote for the big-screen television mounted above the beautiful fireplace.
“So, hit play, then,” Rowan said, letting his bags clunk to the ground and wandering over to stand behind the couch, his trusty knife kit tucked under his arm as if it might suddenly jump up and run away. Everyone spread themselves out around the room, some sitting, some standing.
It was an enormous space, with plush dark brown leather furniture, cream shaggy rugs, green-and brick-colored tapestries and dark stained logs. But despite all the darkness, the big picture window next to the ten-foot-tall tree decorated in red, white and gold let in so much light, the place seemed massive and bright.
Will pointed the remote, and the television flashed to life.
“Hi, guys!” It was Daisy. “You’re probably wondering what the hell is going on. Well . . . I have a little confession to make: Riley and I won’t be joining you this week. Sorry.”
“What the fuck?” Rowan blurted.
“See . . . I’m a matchmaker. Like literally. I do it for a living, you all know that. Daisy’s Chain Attraction Match-Making Service is how Riley and I are able to afford the four-week Caribbean catamaran cruise we’re on right now. But in the spirit of the season, I decided to play matchmaker for free for some of our nearest and dearest friends. You’re all single, you’re all lonely, and you all are incredible people. I wouldn’t have invited you up if you were subpar. No, Daisy’s Chain Attraction only matches the best with the best.”
Rowan snorted.
Austin gulped.
Will made a manly noise in his throat that Amber couldn’t quite put her finger on.
“You’ve all been carefully selected, put through my computer, and your perfect match is here.” Wary and intrigued gazes drifted around the room, sizing one another up. Wondering, hoping, fantasizing. “But . . . ” Daisy raised one crimson painted nail in the air. “I’m not going to tell you who you’ve been matched with. That’s up to you to figure out.”
“You can’t be serious?” Amber muttered under her breath.
“Amber, you’re probably rolling your eyes right now. You’re probably getting ready to leave. Well, why do you think I had you take a shuttle? Give it a week. Enjoy the cabin, go skiing, snowboarding, snowshoeing. Just get to know one another. The fridge is stocked, there’s lots to drink, and you even have a doctor on site in case one of you sprains an ankle. Right, Will?”
They all turned to look at the big doctor with the bright white smile, but he wasn’t in his spot. The sound of ice being cracked free of the tray drew everyone’s eyes. Will started pouring scotch into six glasses.
“If you don’t find love,” Daisy went on, “well, so be it. But my algorithm has resulted in over thirty marriages, nineteen babies, and that was only in the first two years.”
“She never said how many failed matches,” Rowan added snidely.
“I have an eighty-seven percent success rate, Rowan, the eternal pessimist.”
Rowan spun around. “Fuck, is she here? Does she have hidden cameras somewhere? Are we on a nanny cam?”
“You’re not on a nanny cam, don’t worry. I just know you all very well and know who’s cynical and who’s not.”
“Well, fuck,” Rowan grumbled under his breath.
“Now, have a holly jolly Christmas, enjoy getting to know one another, and . . . here’s hoping you get some use out of that mistletoe. Merry Christmas, everyone. The shuttle will be back to pick you up at noon on December 28th.”
The screen went black.

The sound of ice rattling around in glasses caused heads to swivel toward the noise. Will wandered back into the living room, his arms bogged down with a tray. “Who wants a drink?”

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What I'd like to do to you is all kinds of dirty. Naughty excerpt from Quick and Dirty.




Humiliated and angry Parker Ryan is ready to erase every last trace of her ex from her mind, body, and soul. Of course she can be adventurous. Exciting. Sexy. No matter what he said. She needs an exorcism, and Tate McAllister and the island of Moorea in Tahiti are just the man and place to do it. Tate is perfect for the job: billionaire resort owner, scuba instructor, philanthropist and, let’s face it, sex god. So maybe the affair isn’t the wisest move when she has to write her damn feature piece and review the hotel, but if he’s ready and willing to wow her in and out of the bedroom for the next ten days, the fling will be worth it. Parker can get the job done and have Tate fulfill all her fantasies, and she won’t, repeat won’t fall in love with the man. Even if every part of her wants to.

“Do I get to know your name first?” he asked.I shook my head. “I’m a guest. You work here. I’m sure you’ll find out eventually. But for now, no names. Just . . . this.” I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him forward, rising up on my tippy-toes to get at his mouth.
His lips crashed down onto mine as his hands made their way around my body, skimming my waist and hips, cupping my butt, bringing my pelvis closer to his. A growl rolled up from the depths of his chest and into my mouth, electrifying my body. He rocked against me, and I felt his hardness between us. Sparks shot through me, zinging out and landing between my legs. I couldn’t stop the moan that flowed from the back of my throat, and I grinded my body into his, loving the rush of adrenaline and the rush of need that coursed through me, awakening every cell and nerve ending. I hadn’t felt this alive in years, maybe ever. Xavier certainly never made me feel this way. Compared to this man, kissing Xavier had been like kissing a wrinkled mole rat.
I let my hands travel up and around to his hair. It was lush and soft, with just a slight wave. I pulled ever so slightly, and he groaned against my lips, his mouth opening wider to let his velvety tongue sweep in and explore the recesses of my mouth.
This was good, so good, but I wanted more. I’d asked him to fuck me senseless in a broom closet, and although we were several steps up from a broom closet, the rest of the request needed to be fulfilled. Letting my hands drift back down, I snaked them between us and went to work on his belt, needing to free him, to see him, to feel him. Was he big? Was he circumcised? Did it matter?
Picking up on my vibe, he cupped my butt even more firmly and hoisted me up onto his hips, driving the two of us forward until my back and head abruptly hit the wall with a dull thud. He hiked my skirt up with one hand while I continued to work his belt and zipper.
Finally, he was free.
I couldn’t help but take a peek, and holy fuck, he was big.
Like huge!
My eyes flicked back up to his, and he grinned wide and cocky at me before finally shrugging.
But then responsibility kicked in. That bitch.
“Uh . . . condom?” I asked. Sex hadn’t been on the agenda for this trip, so I wasn’t packing.“Just a sec,” he murmured, pressing a knee between us and against the wall while shoving a hand into his pocket, his other one still firmly holding onto my butt cheek, long, nimble fingers digging into my plump flesh. Seconds later he came up victorious, a little black foil packet held between his finger and thumb.
My feet hit the floor as he put me down. “Start without me. I’ll be with you in two shakes.” He ripped the pack open and quickly sheathed himself.
Start without him?
His gaze wandered back up to me and my chest heaved from the heat of his stare. “I said start without me. Touch yourself. I want to see you touch yourself.”
Well, this was not going at all how I had thought.
His hand came forward, and those strong fingers wrapped around mine. Then he ruffled up my skirt and guided my hand beneath the front of my panties.
“Are you wet?”I swallowed. Holy fuck, this was so hot. And holy fuck, was I ever wet. I nodded. “Yeah.”“How wet?”My lips parted slightly, and my eyes threatened to roll into the back of my head when he pushed my fingers a little deeper and I brushed my clit.
“Really wet,” I said, surprised at how out of breath I was.“Hmmm…” he hummed. “Let me see.”  He pushed my fingers out of the way and began to explore on his own. My breath caught, and I moaned when he started rubbing delectable little circles around my clit, only to push farther down toward my core, dipping inside for just a moment before pulling back out. Playing with me, toying with me, gliding around with incredible ease. Exploring my pussy as if he owned it, as if he were mine and I was his and we hadn’t just met five minutes ago.“Now, how do you taste?” He pulled his digits free, but not before delivering one final pinch to my clit. I jerked, and my legs nearly flew out from under me.
His chuckle was diabolical and deep, smooth like warm honey. I watched as his pupils took over his irises, black invading green the moment he slid those two wet fingers into his mouth and sucked off my arousal. I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in all my life; the way he looked at me, in his eyes, in his mind I was completely naked, on my knees with his cock in my mouth. The thought ran rampant through my brain, but I quickly pushed it away.
No. Not this time.
Maybe if he could keep a secret from his boss, we could do this again and I’d do that, but right now it was about fucking. Hard and fast, quick and dirty.
“Mmmm . . . so sweet,” he hummed, his tongue darting out to run along the seam of his sensuous lips, lapping up the last drops of me.