Thursday, November 30, 2017


Series: Between Heaven and Hell

Nova died, again. The more it happened, the worse it felt and fighting her way out of hell was not fun. She woke to find herself lying on a cold metal table. She knew it was cold and metal because once again she didn’t have any clothes on.
What was it with the medical examiners of the morgue and her clothes? At least this time she didn’t wake up in a body bag. Fighting her way out of those made her cranky.
Her eyes flew open when she heard the whirling of the bone saw. Yep, typical morgue. Cold, unfriendly to both the dead and the living. There was a huge light shining over her so that everyone could look at her naked ass in glorious detail. This was not turning out to be her best day. With a turn of her head, she looked at the human walking towards her. There were coolers for dead bodies lined up behind him. His saw kept whirling away while he hummed to himself.
Getting cut up hurt like hell. It happened to her once. She woke up in the morgue the human’s hands shook before he jumped and lost control of his instrument cutting into her head; she died. Thanks, human. She had to fight her way through hell a second time when her energy was already coasting on zero and then wake up once more as he blabbered to his supervisor about killing her because he thought she was already dead. Yeah, she wouldn’t allow that to happen again if she had any say in the matter.
Her body rolled off the table; the human screamed and lost control of his bone cutter. Without thought, she did the heroic thing. Jumping up to knock the saw out of his hands to keep him from becoming a patient on his own table. Standing over the man, she tried to stop him from blubbering, nothing she said helped. Did he?
She sniffed and looked down at the floor. Yep. The man pissed himself. Shaking her head, she stepped around him missing his mess. That’s what she got for trying to be helpful. There was a soft spot in her heart for humans because she used to be one. Some days she even got flashes of her human life. There was a time before hell that she used to be happy. Well, now she was just getting maudlin.
Grabbing a lab coat hanging by the door, she put it on covering her assets. With one last look at the crying male assuring herself, he’d be all right. She walked out the door and out of his life for good.
Now the question was should she go home, shower and change clothes, or find the ass hole who killed her? Like that was a real question. She hot-wired a car. It was a beauty.  A BMW some series they should have stopped making long ago, but in this world, no one cared. She hoped it belonged to the man with the bone saw.
It didn’t take long to get to her destination. Midnight had come and gone making it closer to three am if she had to guess. The bars were closed, which meant most people were home with their families in bed where they belonged. Not the idiot she was after. He would have crashed one of those illegal joints. The ones the cops say didn’t exist, but she knew better.
That’s where he’d be, drinking, dancing and knowing him, he’d have his hand in some woman’s hair making her swallow his dick even though she begged him not to. Any woman seeing him would plead for him to leave her alone. She was about to make that female’s night. Let’s see how well Hay’s did when she sent him to hell. With a bit of luck, he wouldn’t be coming back.
Hay’s was your run-of-the-mill demon. Not anything to talk about, but he was nasty.
She parked her car in the warehouse district. This place looked creepy at night, and even in the daylight, a haze of darkness hovered over it. The city had plans to tear it down. Heck, she’d seen the plans. This place had been scheduled to be destroyed years ago, but it was still standing because whoever they sent in to get the job done left in a body bag. The whole city pretended this cesspool didn’t exist, while she thrived in it.
She looked down at the examiner's lab coat while not the usual attire she rocked, nothing could be done about it now. She walked toward the back of one warehouse that was covered in black with red dripping down the sides. The police told the citizens it was paint. She knew better; it was blood.
Instead of going to the main door she entered from the side. Someone she knew was about to call out to her before she signaled them to be quiet. There was no way she was giving Hay’s a heads up. That demon would run. He only killed her because he got the drop on her. That won’t be happening twice.
The club was dark enough that it assured most humans would stay away. She could see in the dark. Most days she wished she couldn’t see when she walked in. There were two women chained to the wall being beaten by a guy with horns. It was hard for her to tell if they volunteered for the beating or not.
There was another in the corner taking it up the rear from a demon who looked more like a dog. From her screams of help, it might be safe to assume she didn’t volunteer. She turned her head from the scene that had lots of onlookers and kept moving towards where she suspected Hay’s of being.
 No one who came into this hell hole was innocent. Every woman who crossed the threshold knew if a demon took a liking to you, and he was stronger than you were, you’d end up being his bitch for the night. So, no she might not have wanted the demon dog's dick up her ass, but she knew it was a possibility when she came in, and still, she came in. Tomorrow she will tell her friends how she took it like a pro, but tonight she’d beg for a savior. She was out of luck those stayed far away from the club.
“Swallow me bitch!” Hay’s voice rumbled out letting her know she was in the right place.
“Whatever happened to please and thank you? Last time I looked at my phone, it said there was an app for that. It’s called respect. Not that I expect a demon to know about respect.” Nova gave him a kill me now smile.
Hay’s wasn’t much to look at in the demon category; he didn’t even top five nine. His body was rangy. The only thing worth noting on the demon was the fourteen inches hanging between his legs, and she didn’t judge because some women liked it big.
He grabbed the woman up by her hair and placed her in front of him. Now it was movements like that which made his fourteen inches not worth thinking about. Who wanted a demon with a big dick if he didn’t have the balls to back it up?
“I’m sending you straight to hell Hay’s. I'd rather not do it the hard way.”
“Why aren’t you still dead?”
“I missed you.” She sent a kiss his way watching him hiss as he tried to get out of its way.
Yeah, she wasn’t a demon, but she came equipped with nasty little surprises like the kiss of death which she could throw. Unfortunately, it also made her weak, so she didn’t use it often, but couldn’t resist this time. It hit him in the shoulder making his arm unresponsive. The woman caught in his grasp was no dummy she pulled away and ran before he brought his other hand up.
“So, it’s just you and me, Hay’s. What should we do? Get a drink or send you back to hell?”
“I will kill—”
She threw a blade at him cutting him in half. That was another neat trick she came equipped with weapons that traveled with her wherever she went. Handy when she needed to fight her way out of hell.
He fell to the ground with his body dissolving into little red dust particles. “Tell Marcus I said hi.”
Sure, she could have waited around for him to finish his death speech, but if you’ve heard one, you’ve heard them all. Besides, she was still just wearing the ME’s lab coat, and there was a draft in here.
“Damn I’d like to see you on all fours with my dick up your ass.”
It amazed her how stupid demons were. Well, at least he wasn’t bad looking maybe she could forgive stupid. He stood close to six five, so he was taller than her. His body was bulky with muscle like he worked out. Demons didn’t work out; they didn’t have too. Either they had it, or they didn’t. He charmed his eyes to appear sea green and his skin to seem like it was sun-kissed from hours playing on the beach.
As far as demons went this one wasn’t bad looking. He almost tempted her to take a pic with him and send it to her friend. The caption would read see what I found biatch. She did so like making her friend jealous. Tonight, she wasn’t in the mood.
“In case you missed it let me do a recap for you. Hay’s ambushed me, killing me a few hours ago and sent me to hell where I had to kick, claw and fight my way out. I came here to return the favor, and I’m still strong enough to send you back. Now you're cute, which is why you’re still standing, but if you put your hands on me or bring that massive dick anywhere close to my rosette. I will send you on an all expense vacation back to hell. Something tells me it will take you more than a couple of hours to fight your way out.”
The demon raised his hands and took measured steps backward.
“You can’t blame me for trying. You are kick ass.”
She smiled at him; it was always nice to have her attributes noticed. She waited until he disappeared into the crowd before she headed for the door. Every demon there and the women made a path for her. No one wanted the tour of hell she was offering to provide them with tonight.
The woman getting it from the dog demon was no longer begging for freedom. Now her head thrashed in an orgasm that almost made her jealous. Almost.
She slipped out the side door climbed into her stolen car and made her way home.


Ari waited until the door closed behind the slayer before he stepped out of the shadows. He walked up to the demon and handed him ten thousand-dollar bills. Any demon in his right mind knew not to approach a slayer after a kill. This demon was motivated by the beautiful green that would soon be his.
Turning his attention away from the demon who was now buying drinks for his friends, he studied the closed door. He heard the slayer had a heart, and he needed to find out. Any slayer with a heart was one that could permanently die. It seems he’d found his woman.

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

An endless stream of mind-blowing, meaningless sex?

Love, passion, romance, and desire… No matter what your preference, this set of 22 hot and sexy reads has just what you need. From surprise love affairs to bad boys that we can’t help but fall for, and couples that were meant to be, this compilation from Romance Collections is sure to please your every single need.

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.

You know,” he started, making my head snap up from where I’d been staring to blatantly at his crotch, “I don’t see why we can’t make the most of your time here. Make one another feel good for the next ten days. You said you’re coming off a rough breakup, and I’m unattached. Isn’t it pretty much necessary to have an endless stream of mind-blowing, meaningless sex after you break up with someone?”
An endless stream of mind-blowing, meaningless sex?
No matter how hot the sauna was, my cheeks were hotter.
He moved over on the bench and pushed himself up, his forearms flexing with the weight of having to hold up his body. A second later, he was next to me on the bench.
“I mean, if you say ‘no,’ I’ll obviously respect your decision and back off.” His lips twisted, and he reached out and fingered a strand of my damp hair. “But something tells me you’re not totally sure if you want to say ‘no.’ Am I right?” His voice was dark and low, almost gravelly. It kissed across my skin, licking and biting, tasting and teasing and I wasn’t even touching him.
I swallowed and squeezed my thighs together, biting back a whimper from the ache I felt deep in my belly and my swollen clit.
“Quick and dirty, wasn’t that what you said?” His voice now tortured me. Every word, every syllable sent shards of need directly to my erogenous zones and made them spark alive.
All I could do was nod as I watched a sinfully delicious bead of sweat emerge on his sculpted upper lip. I wanted to lick it off; I wanted to lick every damn inch of the man.
“Well, ten days is quick, and what I’d like to do to you is all kinds of dirty, so . . . ” His eyes flicked up to mine while his hand landed on my bare thigh and squeezed. I inhaled abruptly from the heat of his touch. I couldn’t stop it, I couldn’t control it, they had a bloody life of their own; my eyes drifted down once again to his crotch. I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth and watched as the bulge in his Speedo started to grow, lying thick and eager against his pelvic bone, desperate to break free of its Lycra prison.
Oh my freaking God.
“Tate . . . ” I breathed, unable to form a complete sentence, let alone a complete thought.
“You can say ‘no,’ Parker.”
He stood up on the bench below and positioned himself in front of me, spreading my legs and moving into the V. His fingers made their way up my thighs and waist, finally resting on my shoulders, hooking beneath the straps of my swimsuit.
“Say ‘no,’ Parker, and I’ll stop right now.”
Slowly, excruciatingly so, he drew the damp straps of my suit over my arms, exposing my breasts, then my stomach. His eyes drifted up to mine for a second before he bent his head low and latched on to a nipple, drawing the tender bud between his teeth and tugging. I arched my back to give him better access, my eyes fluttering shut like a vintage doll’s as a moan built in the back of my throat. Dear God, the man’s mouth was diabolical. Hot and wet and so freaking wonderful. His tongue flicked over the achy bud, and I choked on a sob.  
“Tell me ‘no,’ ” he said again, moving over to the other nipple and delivering the same erotic torment. “Tell me ‘no.’ ”
I buried my hands in his hair and pulled his head up. His gaze snagged mine.
“No,” I breathed, tugging on his scalp just hard enough to make his eyes go wide in surprise. “No. Don’t stop.” I smashed my lips against his and wedged his mouth open so I could ram my tongue inside, taking what he was offering and then some. Our tongues plunged and swirled in a hypnotic dance all their own, exploring the deep recesses of each other’s mouths while teeth gently nipped and hands roamed and deftly removed clothing (not that he had much). Once we were naked, he backed away, and I mewled in discontent before I could stop myself.
“I don’t have a condom,” he said matter-of-factly.
My face fell. Then what the hell were we starting?

“But that doesn’t mean I can’t make you scream.” Then, without any further ado, he knelt down on the wooden bench, spread me wide and dove in, ears deep. 

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Tuesday, November 28, 2017

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William didn’t hesitate to take advantage of the invitation. He delved into her mouth, her tongue hot and wet, and he could barely contain a groan as it slid against his. He placed his hand in her hair and tilted her head back, deepening the kiss. his other hand fell just below her belly button, and as his fingers flirted with the top of her shorts, he knew he’d die if he didn’t get his mouth on what lay beneath them. “Can I taste you?”

Kara quickly nodded and began to fidget with her button and zipper.

He smiled against her mouth, then licked the seam of her lips before pulling the bottom one between his teeth. He walked her backward until she stood against the bar. He moved her shaking hands and unzipped her shorts, but before he could tug them down, she reached down and stopped him.

“Wait, I forgot something. We can’t do this right now.” Her face was flushed and her breathing ragged, her heaving chest pushing her breasts against her shirt.

“Why the fuck not?” he asked.

“I…” Kara looked around, clearly embarrassed about something. What could be so terrible they’d have to stop was beyond him. “I didn’t shave.”

William couldn’t help but chuckle; like a little hair would stop him from feasting on that gorgeous pussy. Her gorgeous pussy. He leaned in and kissed her again, swallowing her moan as he reached inside her shorts and panties and plunged his fingers deep inside her wet heat. “It feels perfect to me, baby. Do you usually shave it all?” Kara nodded as she rocked herself forward and backward against his hand. “Well…don’t. I like a little texture on my tongue.”

Kara clearly liked what she heard because she curled her fingers into his hair and kissed him, hard. Her lips smashed against his as she sucked his tongue into her mouth, twirling her own tongue around his.

He pulled away from her and ripped her shirt over her head, then pulled her bra cups down so her tits spilled out over the top. He leaned in and latched on to one nipple, biting into it with just enough pressure to have her gasping above him. He dropped to his knees and pulled her shorts and panties down her legs, quickly helped her step out of them, and then threw them to the side. He allowed his nose to travel up her leg and thigh, inhaling her decadent scent. Holy fuuuck. Her pussy was perfect. A small thatch of hair covered the top, and her musky arousal made his dick pule almost unbearably. When he couldn’t take another second of torture, he leaned in and took one long, slow, deep lick into her folds.

Kara moaned above him, her fingers curled in his hair, arching her back as she pushed her sex against his mouth. This wouldn’t work. He wanted more. He wanted to see her spread out for him. Above him, where he could watch every time she clenched her pussy in ecstasy.

She cried out when he pulled away from her. He tongued up her stomach, in between her breasts, then around her neck. “Stay there,” he instructed, panting from his own desire. He quickly grabbed one of the stepstools they’d used while painting and brought it next to her. “Turn around, put one foot on the stepstool, then place your other knee on top of the bar.”

Kara’s face was uncertain, but she did as he said, tentatively placing one foot on the stool, then after a quick glance over her shoulder at him, placed her knee on the bar.

“Now, put your hands on the bar and bend forward. And Kara…stick that perfect ass out for me. While I have you in front of me I was to see every single inch of you.”

Monday, November 27, 2017

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Sunday, November 26, 2017

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I Fell Through Starlight for You by Kiera Fox

It’s the earliest hours of Christmas Eve and Lucille is thinking of closing up her bistro for the night when an enchanting figure comes through her door seeking aid for his injuries.

He’d just tightened the last nut into place with his trusty lucky wrench when the sled pulled into a tight roll to avoid an aeroplane at the last second. Kristjan had little time to react as his shoulder hit metal hard and the wrench fell from his hands, his line jamming between parts. It snapped. He reached out for the runner near his head but his well-lubricated hands slipped, sending him hurtling to the ground somewhere over Canada with little more than a grunt of surprise.
You guessed it Kristjan Santason, a Snow Elf, unexpectedly drops in on Lucille.


The Promise of Love by Maya Banks

The year is 1819. He sees a man across a room and it is like seeing himself dressed in a British soldier’s uniform. How could it be that another man bears his face? He had loved her once; she had betrayed that love. Now he must find answers. If only he could do that without laying eyes on her again.

Edward had tried to convince himself he could live with never setting eyes on his son ever again; after all, he had known him for no more than a few months. Yet, as the date of Oliver’s departure from Calcutta neared, Edward’s anxiety at the separation had grown to pathetic levels.

The thought of England filled him with apprehension. A traitorous part of him wanted to see Elizabeth again, hold her in his arms, but the other, angrier part wanted never to set eyes on her. Betrayal, love, a desire for vengeance, fear of destroying many lives – these feelings created a maelstrom in his breast. He couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat.

The night before Oliver was to board the homeward-bound ship, madness descended. He could not bear the thought of never seeing his son’s face, never being a part of his life, never sharing in his little joys, never having his back in moments of sorrow. The idea could not be borne.

So he had convinced himself England was large enough for him to disappear into the crowds. He need never see her again. No one need know Mr. Edward Caswell was back in England. No one need know that Oliver was anything but an acquaintance made in a club in Calcutta, that the Duke of Glendale was not Major Cartwright’s father, that his real father was a half-breed, accepted neither in his own father’s gently-bred English milieu, nor in his mother’s native warrior-class Rajputana.
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All I Want for Christmas by Annika Steele

On Christmas Eve, Dr. Victoria Long is determined to take her relationship with Detective Devon King to the next level, maybe even the forever kind. But will their relationship survive when Devon discovers she’s a suspect in a series of thefts?

She’d first met Devon King when he began moonlighting as a security guard for these charitable gigs. The handsome man, beautifully dressed in a trendy grey suit with a deep purple shirt and tie, had discreetly kept an eye on the party. He’d kept his black hair shaved into a neat skin fade, sporting short twists at the top that had proven to be her downfall. Her fingers had itched to play with those tight curls and his pretty mouth. Those full lips had curved into a sweet smile without an ounce of arrogance when he’d caught wind of her interest. He’d filled out his suit beautifully, and she’d idly speculated about how much was padding versus muscle.

Devon had kept his professional demeanor through the end of the event, until Tori had brought him the last glass of champagne. They’d ended up at his place where she’d discovered the suit didn’t lie, not with those hard biceps and powerful thighs. Memories of that night got her through her first year of residency and the endless shifts interspersed with little more than sleeping on her days off.
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Kittens for Christmas by Caitlyn Lynch

Regina Brooks thinks finding a box of abandoned kittens on Christmas Eve is a disaster in the making. Fortunately, her hunky neighbor Ric is eager to help her out -- in any way he can!

Ric watched from the corner of his eye as his pretty neighbor sighed with pleasure, leaning back against his kitchen counter. He’d been trying to think of a good excuse to get to know Regina ‘call me Reggie’ Brooks for weeks, ever since he’d moved in. And now she’d literally handed it to him on a platter, along with a box of orphaned kittens.

He tried to think of something cool to say, but now he was close up alongside her he felt like a huge, clumsy dork. She was just so gorgeous! The first time he’d seen her he was carrying a heavy box into his apartment and she’d danced past him in the hallway, corkscrew ringlets of black hair flying around an exquisite face. She’d smiled brightly up at him and he’d nearly dropped the box on his foot.

“I’m Regina Brooks, but call me Reggie,” she’d said in a husky voice that sent arrows of heat straight to his groin. “You must be the new guy.”

He’d barely managed to stutter out his own name, staring at her in fascination Her skin was a gloriously rich copper color and she had a scattering of darker freckles across her nose. Ever since, he’d been trying to come up with a reason to say more than a few words in passing, maybe get up the guts to ask her on a date.

Well, it might not be quite a date, but beer and pizza was at least an excuse to get to know her better. Even if it did take a box full of kittens.
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Saturday, November 25, 2017

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Friday, November 24, 2017


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Thursday, November 23, 2017

Thursday 13 - Have a Sexy Thanksgiving

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13 Ways to Sneak a Bit of Thanksgiving Day Romance

Thanksgiving is a time to celebrate with our friends and family; to be thankful for all the wonderful aspects of our every day lives.  Keep in mind, even in a house crowded with guests; you and your honey can still indulge in a little romantic pleasure.

1.      Wear a cute outfit and something sexy underneath.  Make sure your honey knows there is a surprise under wraps for him.

2.      Wear a spicy or vanilla fragrance.  It will work with the food odors instead of against them.  We all know how men love their food!

3.       Share a glass of wine while doing meal preparation.  I know white is supposed to be served with fowl, but one can bend the rules a bit for a little dose of red wine to spark the romance.  After all, red wine is tied into a strong sex drive.

4.        Make sure you use celery and fennel.  Most Thanksgiving recipes call for these ingredients.  Celery contains a male hormone that stimulates female sexual arousal.  Fennel boosts the libido and is also alleviate that after dinner bloating.

5.       Make some oyster stuffing.  Oysters are a natural aphrodisiac.  When you eat an oyster, make sure your honey is watching… put on a little performance.

6.       Try some innocent flirting across the table and try not to get caught by the other guests.  Kind of like a teenager’s game.

7.       Don’t forget the sweet potatoes!  These are high in potassium, vitamins A & C, as well as iron. Rumor has it that it also increases the female sex drive.

8.       Gotta have some pumpkin pie!  This olfactory sexual aphrodisiac also contains zinc and increases testosterone production and blood flow by 40%. 

9.       Make sure you resist that 2nd or 3rd helping.  This will prevent that miserable bloating.

10.   Go for a nice walk, alone with your honey after dinner.  Hold hands, kiss, and talk about what you want to do to each other when you get the moment to be alone.

11.   Cuddle on the couch together while watching the game.  Cover up with a throw and let your hands wander.

12.   Sneak off to the guest bedroom.  If that won’t work… slip into the bathroom together.

13.   Hide a can of whipping cream in your purse for later.


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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, November 22, 2017

Please welcome Shannyn Leah and her bad boy of Willow Valley, DAX! This firefighter is guaranteed to heat up your kindle...and your sheets.

About Dax: Dax is the first book in Willow Valley’s Bad Boy stand-alone series. These hot contemporary romance books feature alpha males heroes and strong, independent women.

Fall in love with Dax Coyln, a volunteer firefighter and hard ass mechanic for his restoration business. He’s strong, solid, independent, until tragedy strikes that could tear him to the ground.

It’s hard to resist a Good Man who’s a Bad Boy

Dax Colyn is one of the bad boys of Willow Valley. A fearless volunteer firefighter and hard ass mechanic, he makes all the woman swoon and he likes it that way. He keeps people at a distance since his mother died. He doesn’t want to let anyone in, much less a woman he knows he could fall in love with
Ava Anderson keeps people away, too. Haunted by her tortured past and constantly fearful of the future, it’s only her daughter Olivia and Dax’s dad Rowdy that she’s let in.
But when tragedy strikes, it pushes Dax and Ava together, forcing them both to let go of their fears. They soon learn how hard it is to keep pretending and how easy it is to let others in. Especially when those people are family.

“Dax?” She’d moved directly beside him and he felt her warmth radiate near his arm. “Rowdy says you haven’t gone back to the hospital for a follow up on your shoulder.”
She set the princess-patterned bag on his desk before he could reply, not that he needed to answer her. They both knew he hadn’t gone back to see the doctor. He hated hospitals.
A couple weeks back on their way back to the station after dousing a farm fire, the new guy had driven off the road and flipped the fire truck on its side, sending all five of the men to the hospital. Had the ambulance driver not given him a choice, he wouldn’t have gone in the first place.
Big deal. Firefighters got muscle sprains all the time. Although his shoulder was being a pain and not healing. He should have gone for the follow up, but he could scrounge up a thousand excuses to hold it off, too.
Ava unzipped Olivia’s knapsack and pulled out a container of gel. “Let me see your shoulder.” Her teacher’s tone again. Damn woman.
“I didn’t ask. Take off your shirt, Dax.”
He leaned back in his chair to get a better look at her. He put on his famously seductive grin and tapered his eyes. “I’ve been trying to get you out of your shirt for years and you think you can come into my office and, after one demand, think I’m going to just strip for you? Do you think I’m that easy?”
Her lips curved upwards. “You are that easy.”
“Take yours off,” he retorted.
Her jaw tightened, as did the grip on the jar in her hands. Humor swept away, her eyes didn’t waver from his, and he watched desire heat up in them. The attraction between them resonated around the four walls of his office and he knew sex with her would be mind-blowing. Except, he’d never sleep with her. He couldn’t. As much as he teased and flirted, at the end of the day, they didn’t mix. Hot and cold. Water and fire. Besides, his dad would whoop him good and serve him up for dinner if it ever went that far.
Ava’s fingers grasped the edge of her blue and white plaid blouse and hiked the material high enough to see her naval.
Goddamit. They were in his office and the wall overlooking the shop was encased with windows.
He caught her wrist, conflicted with wanting more, all of her and not wanting any of her at all.
“Alright,” he growled, pulling her shirt back down over her denim shorts.
He stood up, ignoring what looked a hell of a lot like hurt in her eyes and yanked his own black T-shirt over his head. He balled it up, frustration invading his hands and tossed it onto his desk.
“If I’d known it was that easy to get your shirt off, I would have flashed my sprained shoulder a helluva long time ago.”
One thing was for certain, the teasing had to end. She’d never given an inch and today she’d have given a whole damn foot.


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About Shannyn Leah

Contemporary romance author Shannyn Leah loves olives, lip gloss and reading (and writing) romance novels. Her love of words started at an early age and soon grew until, during her teenage years, she’d started writing her own novels. When her mom pushed to finally publish some of the stories, she quickly amassed two complete romance series (By The Lake and Caliendo Resort series) and, in 2016, released her first Fantasy Romance entitled The Gatekeepers (Part One of the Winters Rising series).
When she's not writing contemporary romance books into the early hours of the morning, Shannyn can be found antiquing with her two favorite people, her momma and sister, in their picturesque London, Ontario hometown.

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