Monday, July 31, 2017

Caden (The Wolves Den, Book 4)

The Wolves Den
Book 4
By: Serena Simpson

Sage thought she found love only to find out that her ex-boyfriend wants to sacrifice her, so he can “ascend.” He was crazy.

Now she was running for her life. She found a haven in The Wolves Den where she met Caden. He was all she ever dreamed of, but it was too late. With a price on her head, she couldn’t afford to fall for him.

Caden never expected a mate, then Sage walked in. He wasn’t going to let a little thing like her ex and aliens who wanted her dead get in the way. 

Together they would defeat them and hopefully get some answers as to what was happening around them.


Sage stepped out on the porch wondering what she was doing out here. How many days had it been? Every night she came out, and the shadow of the male was always there watching over her. She felt like she couldn’t sleep without seeing him. It was her imagination; she was going crazy, but she was making peace with it. If she were crazy, maybe it would hurt less.

A smile lifted her lips as she met his eyes. His gaze always warmed her even though she was burning up one moment and freezing the other. Her hand lifted involuntarily, and she had to force it down. She wanted to call him over.

‘Stop acting like the world owes you something.’ It was that voice again. It wasn’t the alien in her head or even her own fear or desires. This voice was evil. It tried to take over her thoughts and control her body. This voice scared her.

She turned around needing to run back to the safety of her apartment and tripped sprawling over the wooden porch. She pushed using her arms to try to get up and fell again. Closing her eyes, she dropped her head, she was too weak to move.

It was the sound of footsteps on the stairs that made her try to lift her head. They were so light that she wouldn’t have heard them if her ear hadn’t been plastered to the wood.

“Stay back.” Was that her voice it sounded weak?

“I won’t hurt you. You fell, and I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“Are you the person who has been watching me all this time?”


“Are you here to kill me?”

“No. Let me help you.”

“I can’t. Do you know my name?”

“I heard the Alpha call you Sage.”



“Of course, she’s an Alpha. She was always the strong one. You are?”


“Thank you for coming to watch over me every night, I appreciate it. It will be better after I'm dead.”

Saturday, July 29, 2017

3 Days to go! Only 4cents for Lust Abroad. Pre-order NOW!

Here is my contribution to the set...

Piper Valentine knows all too well that life is short. Off to Peru to heal after a grievous loss, she finds more than solace in the hot, charismatic travel journalist sitting across from her on the airplane. Derrick King’s had a brush with death, too, but he has no idea that he’ll face it again — and again — after giving in to his instant attraction to Piper. Their journey to the top of the world, filled with parties, humor, and fun, is turned topsy-turvy as they’re pursued by mysterious gunmen.
Determined to reach Machu Picchu and fulfill her promise to her dead husband, Piper finds that having Derrick along makes her feel safer, even as his lust for her endangers her heart. She’s never found another man so sensual, and with danger on their trail, they keep ending up in each other’s arms. Derrick’s a man with needs — and secrets. Will Piper find strength in surrender? And can Derrick find a way to believe in a future — for both of them?


I felt his cock prod the apex of my thighs, and I spread my legs wider for him, welcoming him home. He slid in with ease, my pussy clenching around him, reveling in the feeling of being full once again.
He started to hammer into me, splitting me open, while his pelvic bone rocked against my clit in an oh so wonderful way.
“Don’t fucking do that again!” He said with a snarl, rearing up and pulling out, only to slam back in, hitting my cervix and making me hiss in pain in the process.  Wait. Wasn’t I the one who was supposed to release the beast? And yet here he was, as feral as they come and fixing to fuck or fight. I’m not saying I didn’t like it; this just hadn’t been the plan. I opened my mouth to say something, but he changed the angle, and all I could do was gasp from the sudden rush of pleasure.
He glared down at me. “Don’t be reckless!”
More hammering, more pleasure. He hit my cervix again, more pain. Yes. Oh God. Yes. Pain, pleasure, it all felt so good. It all made me feel so alive, so craved. He was punishing me for my behavior in the best way possible, making my body hum, making me scream for him and plead for forgiveness, for release.
He growled. “Say it! Say you’ll never put your life in danger like that again. Say it!”
I nodded and swallowed, our eyes suddenly locking, blue to gray. So much emotion poured out of him that I found myself verklempt and unable to speak. So, I just nodded again and again and again, until I felt like my head was going to fall off.
“I need to hear you say it, Piper!” His tone was thick with longing and need, only it wasn’t just the need to hear me come; there was a deeper need, a darker need.
“Yes,” I finally squeaked. “I promise never to do anything reckless like that again.”
“Good!” And then he picked up speed and vigor and fucked me until tears streamed down my cheeks and I’m pretty sure I met God.

Thursday, July 27, 2017

**Cover Reveal** Love and Justice Novella Series


The Love and Justice Novella Series
Her Husband's Brother
Cuff Me
In the Shadows

$9.99 on Amazon
$20 for a signed copy (shipping included)

Her Husband's Brother:
Lexie Hayes knows her marriage is over. After working endlessly to fix things, she’s decided to move on and find happiness elsewhere. The last thing she needs is to run into her sexy-as-hell brother-in-law at a nightclub on her birthday. He’s cocky, arrogant, and so damn kissable she can barely hold on to her sanity.

Jonathon Hayes has always wanted his sister-in-law. She’s gorgeous, feisty, and unbeknownst to her, married to the largest drug supplier in the Houston and San Antonio areas. When fate puts them side by side, lust and tensions run high. He wants her and he knows she wants him.

Can he keep his feelings on a shelf long enough to keep her safe while he dethrones his drug lord brother, or will temptation overwhelm good sense and put them both on a path to destruction?

Cuff Me:
When Lynette Montgomery's older sister dies from breast cancer, she quickly steps in to take care of her two young nephews. The boys are sweet, caring, and Lynette has no idea what she's doing. Terrified of failing her sister, she does everything she can to present herself as the parental figure she feels the boys need, even swearing off the sexy-as-can-be cop she just so happened to have a one-night stand with outside of her best friend's house.

Robert Barletta is a decorated and respected cop with the San Antonio PD. After having just played a key role in bringing down Houston and San Antonio's largest drug operation, he should be on top of the world. Unfortunately for him, he can't get that one night with a smoking hot blonde temptress out of his head.

When he's forced to take some time off, and the two come face to face, will they be able to keep their attraction on the back burner? Or has this game of cat and mouse just started?

In the Shadows:
Rosie Hobbs is in trouble. Big trouble. The kind of trouble that has her scared to leave her apartment. When she first met Aaron he was a fun guy who liked to have a good time. Just the kind of man she prefers. But when he wants more, and she tells him she's not interested, he loses it. Continuous phone calls, showing up where she's at, vandalizing her property... She finds herself turning to an unexpected protector, her best friend's ridiculously sexy brother.

Conner Montgomery is a lawyer and he deals with this type of BS every day. However, something about Rosie has him crossing the professional line. Is it her gorgeous smile? Her charm? Or the fact that he can't even look at her without imagining her body wrapped around his? Whatever the case, when Aaron shows up at a get-together and scares Rosie half to death, Conner's determined to make sure he can't get anywhere near her again.

When the stakes get higher, and the threats more real, will Conner be able to keep Rosie protected, or will their soaring passion cloud their judgment?

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Here's a dirty excerpt to tempt you. Only 5 days to go. Preorder the sexy summer set now!

Here is my contribution to the set...

Piper Valentine knows all too well that life is short. Off to Peru to heal after a grievous loss, she finds more than solace in the hot, charismatic travel journalist sitting across from her on the airplane. Derrick King’s had a brush with death, too, but he has no idea that he’ll face it again — and again — after giving in to his instant attraction to Piper. Their journey to the top of the world, filled with parties, humor, and fun, is turned topsy-turvy as they’re pursued by mysterious gunmen.
Determined to reach Machu Picchu and fulfill her promise to her dead husband, Piper finds that having Derrick along makes her feel safer, even as his lust for her endangers her heart. She’s never found another man so sensual, and with danger on their trail, they keep ending up in each other’s arms. Derrick’s a man with needs — and secrets. Will Piper find strength in surrender? And can Derrick find a way to believe in a future — for both of them?


We said a hasty and giggly goodbye to our roommates, stumbling down the stairs with our arms looped around one another. He fished for the keys in his pants and unlocked the door, and then before the door had even clicked shut, I was being stripped bare and forced backward towards the shower.
“Shower.”  Need dark and driven in his gruff tone. And then he reached behind me and turned on the tap. I watched him as he peeled off his shorts, a beautiful erection springing to life and slapping against his taut stomach. I lunged for it.
His hands fell to my shoulders. “Uh-uh, greedy girl. Me first.” He helped me over the ledge and molded my body the way he wanted it. I was plastered up against the side of the shower wall, with one leg propped up on the ledge, my core spread open for him, wanton and begging. Water thrummed down all around us, beading on his lashes and in his thick and luscious hair. Was it wrong that all I wanted to do at that moment was thread my hands through it and pull his face into my pussy? I resisted the urge but wasn’t ruling it out for next time.
“Ah,” he sighed, hunkering down onto his knees. “Me first.” But then his eyes flicked up to mine. “I’m going to eat the fuck out of you.” Holy mother of God. He dove into my pussy face-first, with the passion and vigor of an insatiable beast, tongue laving at my folds, sucking and nipping, swirling and twisting, plunging and plundering my craving cleft until I was frantically bucking into his face. Wild for an orgasm and ready and willing to do anything to get it. A curious finger probed my folds and slipped in, and then another. In and out they slid, beckoning my release, while his tongue continued to torture.
Harsh sucks and evocative little licks were followed by a decadent sweep up from perineum to clit using the entire surface area. The man knew what he was doing, and what he was doing was driving me insane.
“Oh God,” I mewled. “More.”
A hum of approval buzzed through his lips, and I nearly lost my footing on the ledge.  He slipped in a third finger and then let his tongue slide up one more time, ending with a tight, hard little suck on my swollen clit. I went off like a rocket, thrusting and panting as the climax ripped through me, the warmth and steam from the shower mixed with my fuzzy pisco and booze brain, making my soul lift up and out of my body. I hovered just above in the hazy fog, watching as this incredible man ate his fill of me, lapping up my juices, never seeming to be sated.
When I finally found my head, he helped me find my feet. But I didn’t even have time to blink the water from my eyes or brush my hair off my face before his lips took mine. Passionate and demanding, he fucked my mouth with his tongue. He tasted like beer and me and damned if it wasn’t the biggest frickin’ turn on, déjà vu of the most erotic kind as his tongue plundered my mouth, mimicking the way he’d just fucked my pussy, making it long for his touch again. I ground my leg against his thigh, already desperate for more friction, for more attention.

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

What do you do when in an instant your perfect world is shattered?

Unwrapping Me by Bre Meli

~⭐~Releasing August 5th, the newest novel from Bre Meli~⭐~

         What do you do when in an instant your perfect world is shattered?

         Tyler Richards meet the man of her dreams, Charles Travers, in high school. Defying their parents, they ran away to marry and start the perfect life they had been planning for years.

        When a freak accident takes Tyler's dreams and crumbles them she spends more days pondering suicide than rebuilding her life.

         Charles sticks around mostly due to his own guilt. Twelve years they spend growing apart until finally Tyler sets him free. 

         Her best friend Eve will not let her fall into the pits of despair. Forces her to come back and join the human race. Working her body, her mind and her soul. Standing by her through every moment, never letting her lose site of what can be.

         Tyler's fear of another man seeing her scars, the deformities left from the accident, and her fear of how he will react to them, keeps her from wanting to find another man to love.

         Attending a boring party, Tyler meets a very beautiful, extremely seductive woman that leads her into a world she never knew existed. But, can she handle the things she sees? Only having one man her entire life and now meeting all of these men that want to be near her, with her. Which man is true? Which man can handle what lies beneath her clothing?

        The one that can is the one she least expects..... 
        The one that will bring her back from the hell she has lived for far too long and into the light, showing her that beauty comes from the inside. She is desirable. She is magnificent and she is to become his.

About the Author~

Bre is the mother of 2 grown ass boys and 2 granddaughters, one I will be meeting for the first time in October. Then there is Mr. Starr who I've been with for almost 11 years now. Got my piss on him when he was 23. (So teachable! Lol). He is my Rock even when I can't stand to be around him he still gives me goosebumps! I've lived in Northern Illinois/Southern Wisconsin all my life. Some day I'll get the hell out of here where it's warmer. I will miss the snow at Christmas. Guess that will be a Vaca every year. A few days in the but cold will be enough. Lol

I love reading, writing and music. My family is so important to me and with FB my family grows bigger all the time. Blood isn't the only way you can be family. Family is made from love I believe.

Keep an eye out for the links coming soon!! 

Monday, July 24, 2017

Doesn't everyone love #Beauty&theBeast? #excerpt

Sigh. I published this under my other pen name because I felt the world needed more Beauty & the Beast.

Slake himself on her. How romantic. But then what did she expect? Roses? She’d been kidnapped, albeit legally, from her village for her body, not because he’d seen her in the distance and fallen madly in love with her. “Yes, my lord.”  She walked to the wall, gathering her skirts in her hands.
 “I will do that.” Grabbing her hands away from the fabric, he pressed her hands to the wall over her head. “Interesting hair arrangement.”
“It was not of my choosing.” Serena stiffened her lower lip to stop it from shaking. His face hovered inches from hers, his eyes glittering coldly as he stared into her. Did he need to pick at her too? If only she didn’t find herself wanting him to see her as beautiful. The clean masculine scent of him, carried by the heat of his skin, enveloped her.
“I disgust you, don’t I? Just the sight of me makes you tremble with fear,” he said softly. His voice held a deadly note.
Serena shook her head. “No, my lord.”
“Am I expected to believe that you are trembling from eagerness? That you desire me so that you shiver from wanting?” he snapped. He caught both her hands in one of his so he could pull the diamond tipped pins from her hair. “Tell me the truth, Sweet Serena. I’m a beast and I frighten you like a tiny rabbit is afraid of a hawk.”
Serena bit her lip. His eyes were drawn to the slight motion. “No—yes. I am a little afraid of you. I don’t know you yet.”
“Surely my reputation speaks for me. Maidens like yourself have thrown themselves from the walls to escape me. They run through the halls screaming from my attentions. They slash themselves open with perfume bottles and run off cliffs. They go mad when they have been with me for just a few months.” He loosed the last pin and buried his hand in her hair, shaking it over her shoulders. “Will you go mad, Sweet Serena? Or will you throw yourself from the parapets?”
“Perhaps neither.” Serena met his hard gaze. “Perhaps I will grow to love you.”
Lord Damen laughed and it was the sound of icy rain falling on unharvested crops. “Love me? And what will you do when I turn into a beast with the legs of a goat, the chest of a bull and the head of a lion?"  
“I expect I will tie a blue ribbon around your neck and enter you in the large livestock judging at the fair.”

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Sunday, July 23, 2017

Only one week to go until it's LIVE! Pre-order the 25 sexy summer reads now for only 99cents!

Here is my contribution to the set...

Piper Valentine knows all too well that life is short. Off to Peru to heal after a grievous loss, she finds more than solace in the hot, charismatic travel journalist sitting across from her on the airplane. Derrick King’s had a brush with death, too, but he has no idea that he’ll face it again — and again — after giving in to his instant attraction to Piper. Their journey to the top of the world, filled with parties, humor, and fun, is turned topsy-turvy as they’re pursued by mysterious gunmen.
Determined to reach Machu Picchu and fulfill her promise to her dead husband, Piper finds that having Derrick along makes her feel safer, even as his lust for her endangers her heart. She’s never found another man so sensual, and with danger on their trail, they keep ending up in each other’s arms. Derrick’s a man with needs — and secrets. Will Piper find strength in surrender? And can Derrick find a way to believe in a future — for both of them?


Gray eyes flared back at me, and he lifted his hips, set his face into a determined scowl and finally, finally, drove home, sheathing himself to the hilt in one solid thrust. I let out an involuntary grunt from the impact. He was big. Not monster big, but it’d been a while since I’d been with any man at all, and this man was well-endowed to boot.
“You okay?” His pelvis paused mid-thrust. Meanwhile, all I wanted was for him to pick up the speed and hammer me into the mattress until I was putty.
I nodded and bucked up into him. “Yeah…it’s just…it’s been a while. Don’t stop…please don’t stop.”
That smile. And then he did as he was told and went to task. I ground myself against him, frantic for more friction, to feel that sweet little brush of his pelvic bone against my clit, the intermittent rubbing and teasing, lulling my whole body and every nerve ending into eager submission until all I felt was good. With each dirty thrust, he split me open wider, his body claiming mine, dominating mine, possessing mine.
Within moments I was already close, my pussy trembling with every pull and gripping him with every push. I let my hands travel down his back and ribs, exploring his body, his smooth skin, toned muscles, faint scars.  I couldn’t help myself, and I let my fingers fall to his clenching butt. The taut muscle flexed and tightened with every measured thrust. I dug my nails in, and he hissed and then chuckled low and menacing against my shoulder.
“Naughty girl… you’ll pay for that.”
My eyes flashed wide. Would I really? Yes, please.
He chomped down hard on my nipple in revenge, so I dug my fingers in more. He bit down again, this time nearly piercing the skin, all the while the thrusting, the hammering, the plundering never stopped. The man was a machine. Gone was the nerd spewing out facts like an encyclopedia. All that was left was a beast, a savage sex beast ravishing my body until I could no longer think about anything but how good he felt inside me.
He chuckled low and then picked up speed, while his hand came around behind me and reached for mine, lacing our fingers together. He brought them above my head, and then did the same with the other hand, pinning me beneath him, holding onto me for dear life.
I writhed against him, arched my back and then let go. That sweet and rhythmic brush of his pelvic bone against my clit was what did it, what pushed me over the edge into decadent oblivion.
Bright lights flashed behind my closed lids, while his teeth found my shoulder, stifling the groans of his own release. I clenched around him, tight and hot and eager for more of him, for all of him as he pulsed inside of me.
We lay there for a few moments, sweaty and panting, letting our brains find some semblance of equanimity again before we separated and faced reality.

Despite the weight of him on me, pressing my pliant and satiated body into the bed, I felt lighter and more at ease than I had in nearly two years. My head was clear, and finally, my heart felt open again.

Saturday, July 22, 2017

The Earring Thief - Crow Magic by Mary Quast

Today we are featuring a Sneak Peek from Crow Magic by Mary Quast. 

The scene featured is the day of Lucy's blind date Madame Eve of 1 Night Stand arranged. She's rather nervous but relaxes while visiting with a crow on her porch. The large bird entertains her with typical crow behavior when she shares a slice of toast with the bird. Little does she know, she will meet up with crow again, but in his human form.

With a sharp backward pull, he yanked the silver loop out of her ear and took to the sky.

Jumping from her seat with a yelp, she raced off the porch. “Damn you!” She shook her fist at him. “Give that back to me!”

The silver hoop glistened in the tight hold of his beak. He taunted her. Keeping her eyes on him, she walked away from the cottage. As he flew close, he emitted a throaty grumble before flying toward a path leading into the woods. The mission of retrieving the earring became a game of follow the leader

She wanted her jewelry returned, but the words from Madame Eve’s note haunted her. May you learn from the spirit of the Crow. Something told her to follow the thief. She ran along the well-traveled dirt trail, and he glided ahead, beckoning her to follow.

The canopy of trees shadowed the corridor, the cool air fragrant with pine, cedar and sweet fern. Woodland flowers dotted the route. She ducked under a low pine branch, giddiness swelling within her. Taking pleasure in the sudden happiness, she followed the path until the forest opened to a field and a lake.

A little winded, she slowed her pace, becoming conscious of the beauty surrounding her. She stood in the same meadow depicted in the painting above her bed. Flying to a large oak tree in the center of the meadow, he slowed then perched.


Lucy Richards is tired of being timid around men and turns to Madame Eve to give her a man for a night that will help her overcome her fears to feel like a real woman. Eve arranges a night tucked away in the Castillo Poconos Resort with a handsome Shawnee shaman who will teach her to use her womanly power and take her to unimaginable heights.

Seth Crowe, a shape shifter and Keeper of the Spiritual Law, considers himself to be a carrier of souls from darkness to light and enjoys using his body to accomplish his magic. When his brother refers him to 1 Night Stand he certainly didn’t expect to find a fiery angel sleeping in a sensuous body and experience the true balance of nature. 

Friday, July 21, 2017

Writers and promo and sales and...BINGO?


I'm a writer.

If you're on social media with any regularity, you probably know several of us. If you're a reader on social media, you could probably win at a BINGO game of writerly posts from today's feed alone: a release, a sale, a cover reveal, a quote from a great review, a promo giveaway, a contest where you can vote for the book, an invitation to join a street team or a Facebook event or come to a signing or ...anybody BINGO yet?

And on all those events and "buy my book"-themed bits, I bet it seems like writers are, to a one, really super proud of their work. Really super confident their book is the best ever and needs to be read right now. By you! For a super sale price today only!

Here's a dirty secret: some of us? Aren't really that confident. And we don't particularly enjoy inundating folks with promo.

In a perfect world, some fairy matchmaker would hook readers up with the perfect books for them, No writers would have to struggle and self-promote to find their audience. No readers would have to slog through a zillion "not my cuppa" books before they found their cherished "yes, this one!"

In an imperfect world...well, I don't have any solutions other than patience. Readers, please be patient with writerly promo. Writers, please be patient with reviewers who didn't find their cuppa. We are all in this together, the great maelstrom of emotion-wringing, fist-pumping entertainment., my book's on sale. Wanted and Wired is a near-future cyberpunk romance featuring a gun-toting badass heroine, a mysterious cybernetically enhanced hero who drives a really hot car, and a whole lotta smooching. Sometimes naked. If that's your thing, and you have a spare two bucks, here are some links: Amazon | B&N | iBooks | Kobo.

Thanks, and, uh, BINGO. :)

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Jesus Christ, you literally tongue-fucked me until I can no longer walk...


“I can feel it, Emma. Let go, baby. You’re right there,” he hummed again, his buzzing lips sending another zing of need through my body.
I fished my hand into the top of my tank top and started tweaking a needy nipple, pulling and pinching, until that sweet bite of pain threw me over the edge of the cliff and I came hard into his unyielding and devoted mouth. Bowing my back against the chair, I pulled hard on his hair, burying his face in my pussy as the pleasure speared through me.
“Oh God, James!” I whimpered, definitely a fan of exhibitionism but still with a modicum of self-restraint and bashfulness. We were still docked and I was a tad worried people might hear us, so I kept my voice low, even though inside all I wanted to do was shriek my climax up into the cloudless sky. “Oh God, oh God, oh God!”
I pulled even harder on his hair and pushed up even more into his face, not caring if he couldn’t breathe, not caring about anything but how good it all felt, how good he made me feel. The scissoring stopped, and his fingers pushed up hard and ruthless right on my G-spot, and that familiar sensation of having to pee hit me hard, like a sucker punch.
“Holy fuck!” I cried, unable to contain myself or control my volume any longer.
And then the orgasm that had been destroying me in an endless wave of euphoria took on a life of its own and came at me again in full force, pleasure upon pleasure upon pleasure as I closed my eyes and saw nothing but spots and flashes of light while the man between my legs just continued to feast.
It was never-ending. I was sobbing and begging him to release me, but he ignored my pleas, instead pumping harder and faster into my pussy, while blowing cool air on my swollen clit.
“No … no more, James,” I said with a mewl. “I … I can’t do anymore.”
“One more, baby,” he muffled, the tip of his tongue grazing my clit in just a whisper of a touch. My leg jerked, and I pulled on his hair until I could see his face, his hungry lips and strong sexy chin glistening with my release.
“No! No more, please.”
He made a sexy little pouty face. “You’re sure you can’t go one more time?”
I swallowed and nodded, squinting against the blinding sun. “No more. I can’t. I think my clit is going to fall off.”
His chuckle stirred the butterflies in my belly, low and deep and whisky-thick, a manly laugh, a sinister laugh. He enjoyed tormenting me within an inch of my sanity, until tears streamed down my cheeks and my body trembled as if I’d just stuck my finger on an electric fence. The man was a sadist, and I was a masochist; he loved the torture, and I loved the pain. We were the perfect pair.
Standing up from his spot on the chair, he offered me his hand.  “All right, fine, but I’m still hungry, so I’m not finished with you, Mrs. Shaw.”
I went to stand up, but my legs were jelly, and I collapsed back onto the lounger, pulling him down along with me.
“Jesus Christ, you literally tongue-fucked me until I can no longer walk!”
Another laugh rumbled through him, followed by a swift and precise boob squeeze.
“That’s the plan, wife. You’ll be in a wheelchair by the time this holiday is over. Come on.” He stood back up and then scooped me into his arms. “I still need to carry you over the threshold.”


Emma Everly didn’t know true love or happiness until she met enigmatic millionaire James Shaw. He turned her world upside down, all for the better, possessing her heart, body, and soul. He brought her over to the dark and dirty side and opened her eyes to the wild and kinky sex Emma didn’t even know she craved.
Now they’re married and ready to start their life together, and Emma realizes all her dreams are coming true. 

With a romantic honeymoon planned on a live-aboard boat in French Polynesia with nothing but her handsome husband and the fishes, Emma is positive James will take her body to newer and more extreme heights of pleasure. But James has other ideas, and even in the middle of their sexy sea adventure, their relationship is put to the test. Emma must find a way to come to terms with James’ demands or risk ruining their first holiday as husband and wife.

*A quick and funny story with nothing but sex, scuba diving, and newlywed bickering. Because these two deserve a chill honeymoon. It’s nothing but pure filth with the odd parrot fish sighting. Don’t expect the darkness and angst of the other books; this little story is meant to be light, fun, super dirty and give you all the happy feels.

***Warning, this book contains explicit sexual content, vulgar language, and BDSM***

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Cailin Briste's July Tuesday Tease - 7 Temptations

For my July Tuesday tease, I bring you 7 tempting books. A little contemporary romance, some western romance, romance on the beach, a dollop of suspense romance, and a couple of heaping spoonfuls of paranormal romance. As the blurb for one of these books says, be prepared for red-hot sex.

"Leave it to a woman to be more dangerous than the Mafia."
Damaged (in the Hot & Sinful Boxed Set)
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"Get swept away this summer with Tropical Tryst"
Tropical Tryst
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"That's my chastity belt!"
William Mary & Percy
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"Whenever she was surprised. Or overwhelmed.She’d hang on to her breath, like if she let it go, her whole world would fall apart."
Luke’s Redemption, Book 1 King Security Series
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"Addison Reed will do anything to save her ranch...even trust a stranger."
The Drifter's Kiss
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"Sweetheart?  Aren’t you supposed to be scaring the living shit out of the man you have pinned to the wall? You can explore my body later."
Xander (A Dark Assassins Novel Book Three)
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"Ancient and powerful, yet one woman will bring this Fae warrior to his knees!"
Quest of a Warrior
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Monday, July 17, 2017

Lucca (The Arou'k Brothers Book 3)

                                            The Arou'k Brothers
                                         Book 4
                               By: Serena Simpson   

The last thing Lucca wanted was a mate. He was content being alone. That's what he told himself every day, a lie was better than the truth. If he were presented with a chance to mate , he may kill her, lose his soul to the darkness, and endanger his brothers. He would rather live the lie than risk his mates life. His only chance to avoid a fate worse than death was to go back in time.  

Tempest woke up in a cave. The only thing she was sure of was that some one wanted her dead. Her plan to sleep the centuries away until the Earth reverted to what it once was had failed. Now she was running for her until she fell into Lucas's lap.

Whether he wanted a mate or not she was in his arms. Now that he was holding her, could look into her eyes, he was reluctant to give her up. Not that it mattered unless he could find out who was targeting her, she was dead.

Love came when he least wanted it, but now he refused to let it go.


Lucca looked down the street the commotion looked like it was coming closer, but no one except him seemed to notice. This was not a good sign of him getting to enjoy his meal.

Had anything noteworthy happened in the past? No, he was sure that nothing happened that he needed to know about.

“It’s no longer the past. It's the present anything can happen.”

Just like that, he changed his mind. He no longer missed his brothers, especially the oldest one. The soft laughter echoing through his head brought an involuntary smile to his lips.

He looked up and took a few more bites of his food. It was a shame that it was going to go to waste. On his next bite, he was surrounded by the commotion that no one seemed to be able to see. Someone fell into his lap, and whatever was chasing her disappeared.

“You!” There was a female in his lap, an underfed female. He was tempted to shove the rest of his meal into her mouth to make sure she didn’t break apart.

“Who are you?”

“You fall into my lap disturbing my meal, then you ask me to identify myself? I think I should hear an apology followed by your name.”

“And I’m out of here.” She went to stand and stumbled.

“You’re hurt.”

“Well, at least your eyes work even if you weren’t taught manners.”

“I’ll have you know my brothers made sure I knew what manners were.”

“Too bad you didn’t adopt them as part of your lifestyle.”

She tried to push herself up and fell again. He caught her cradling her in his arms.

“Put me down you Neanderthal. Do I look like a baby to you?”

“You look about as weak as one.”

“Where are you taking me?” He had started walking down the street, and strangely enough; no one seemed to pay any attention to them.

He stopped and stared at her. “Do you know Dante?”


“Never mind.” He started walking again ignoring her.

Just great. She finally made it out of that cave. It took her weeks she didn’t know how many, but she knew what the passing of time felt like. Then she walked until her feet bled, she rested and walked some more. It felt like she was following a beacon, something or someone was drawing her. No matter how she tried, she couldn’t ignore the call. If she went in the opposite direction, the pain she felt became worse until she couldn’t move.

When she made it to the city evil surrounded her. She was in a fight for her life. In her weakened state, she knew she was going to die, but she couldn’t just give up. So, she fought. When her strength gave out, she found herself falling into his lap.

He opened the door to a vehicle and placed her in the back seat allowing her to lay across it. A small sigh escaped she was grateful to be able to rest.

She watched as he strode around to the front of the car and got in. He was handsome, and she didn’t want to notice. His blue eyes twinkled when he looked back at her. She could almost smile at the mischief in them, but she knew better. No males in her future ever. His blonde hair was shaved close on one side and fell over the other side in a sexy tangle that made her fingers itch to touch.

No touching she told herself as her eyes closed. At this rate, they may never open again.

The female in the back of his car was dying. He knew deaths touch when he saw it. Already he wanted to kill something preferably the elusive being that was fighting with her.