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Like many who have experienced rough times in their lives, this reflection is powerful for me.
I’m hugely thankful for my readers. Writing is my dream, and I’m so thrilled I have wonderful people to share my stories with. Your enthusiasm and requests for more stories are greatly appreciated.
I’m also thankful for the author community and my family at Decadent Publishing. Writing can be a lonely business, but I’m amazed at the level of camaraderie and support from my fellow authors and all the staff at Decadent.
On a personal level I’m thankful for my family and friends. My husband and son are wonderful in supporting my dreams, and my dogs cheer me on as they snuggle in my chair while I write. While my day job drives me crazy at times, especially when overtime eats into my writing time, I am thankful I have a job, and have the ability to hunt for a new one.
As I was writing Rex’s Mate, the theme of being thankful came up. Aaron, one of my heroes, goes through a harrowing experience. He and his brother are abducted. He wakes up in a strange place to discover his brother is missing, and Aaron has been medically altered against his will. That’s a lot to handle! But Aaron, who is a loner by nature, finds unexpected sources of support at Pack Pawlak, including a cocky yet off-the-charts sexy protector. Without giving anything away, Aaron definitely finds reasons to be grateful during this difficult time.
Rex’s Mate begins with Rex in a lonely place. He sees the love between Hunter and Casey, and wants that level of connection too. But can he find it? And deep down he wonders, is he worthy of it? Aaron and his situation is way more than Rex expected to take on, but he’s never one to back down from a challenge. While he hates the men who caused Aaron’s struggles, he is thankful for finding this fierce and beautiful man.
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Alien Next Door book three
By Jessica E. Subject
Erotic Sci-Fi Romance
She wants to be more alien.
He wants to be more human.
Born a galaxy apart, will Angela and Chal have a chance at love, or will their extraterrestrial secrets leave them running to stay alive?
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Resting his palm on her hip bone, he resisted the urge to scoop her up in his arms and take her to the bedroom. Could living in this part of the world be so easy for his kind? “What about you? Could you fall in love with an alien?”
She smiled, her body relaxing again. “I am absolutely sure I could.”
“What about a regular human being?” Slowly gathering her skirt up her legs, he waited for her answer. Would she reject him?
“Could I fall in love with someone from Earth? Sure.” She moved her hand down and began to rub his inner thigh. “If that someone is you.”
Lust oozed out of her pores, accelerating his desire. He sat up, anxious to kiss her sweet lips. So soft and tender. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned back, pulling him on top of her. Chal plunged his tongue into her mouth the way he wanted to experience other parts of her.
Angela held the hem of his sweater, drawing the material up until he was forced to draw back for a moment to get the dang thing off. As she trailed her palms up and down his back, Chal slipped his hands under the skirt of her dress. He yearned for more. All of her. No internal warnings with his neighbor. Every inch of his being encouraged him on, to make the ultimate connection with the woman who said she could love an alien.
Clasping her waist, he ran his thumbs along the edge of her undergarments. With a throaty moan, she thrust toward him. Encouragement?
He lifted his head and gazed into her honey-colored eyes. “Do you want this?”
She nodded and pulled him back down, claiming his mouth the way he yearned to claim her. When she elevated her hips, he slid his fingers beneath her undergarments and shimmied them down her thighs.
Jessica E. Subject is the author of science fiction romance, mostly alien romances, ranging from sweet to super hot. Sometimes she dabbles in paranormal and contemporary as well, bringing to life a wide variety of characters. In her stories, you could not only meet a sexy alien or two, but also clones and androids. You may be transported to a dystopian world where rebels are fighting to live and love, or to another planet for a romantic rendezvous.
When Jessica is not reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk with her giant, hairy dog her family adopted from the local animal shelter.
Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers. You can find her at jessicasubject.com and on twitter @jsubject.
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Title: Tempted in Texas
Author: Sara York
Genre: M/M Romance
Release: October 31, 2015
Rusty Briggs knows his chance of finding a man while living outside of Sweetwater, Texas are slim to none. Few know about his little secret, but his ranch hands have run out on him and the folks in town aren’t as hospitable as they were before the incident. He’s resigned himself to the fact that working his ranch will have to be enough or he will need to sell and move to the big city...that is until he meets Trent Anderson.
On the outside Trent appears to be a man with full access to silver spoons and caviar
dreams, but his parents cut him off and tossed him out once they discovered he was gay.
After living on the street, selling himself, then ending up in a destructive relationship, Trent
pulled his life together and came out on top, all by using his compassion and
intelligence—or so Trent thinks. Recently, Trent’s grandfather passed away and left him his
ranch, as long as he meets a few conditions, like living in Texas for ninety days. But Trent’s
secret benefactor, Reed, is dissatisfied that Trent isn’t living in Atlanta and wants him back.
The only issue for Reed is that Trent is involved with Rusty.
Money, greed, lust, and power work to keep Rusty and Trent apart. They are forced to trust
each other when life falls apart, but can they actually become close enough in ninety days
to create a solid, trusting relationship, or will old relationships come between them?
Writing is Sara's life. The stories fight to get out, often leaving her working on four or five
books at once. She can't help but write. Along with her writing addiction she has a coffee
addiction. Some nights, the only reason she stops writing and goes to sleep is for the fresh
brewed coffee in the morning.
Sara enjoys writing twisted tales of passion, anger, and love with a good healthy dose of
lust thrown in for fun. Almost a quarter of a century ago Sara met her lover, falling for him
after knowing him for ten minutes. Sara's passion for him comes out in her stories, mixing
with her passion for life, love, and good times, flowing onto the page and becoming tales
from the heart.
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Join the Black Hills Wolves as they celebrate a year of good fortune, love and rebuilding since Drew became Alpha with authors Melissa Limoges, TL Reeve, Louisa Bacio and series creators Rebecca Royce and Heather Long.
Drew Tao is loving life. His pack is happy. And it’s time for the holidays. But his mate is keeping secrets and there is a crazy mother bear circling his borders. Can they survive the holidays or will everything fall apart?
Release Date: November 6, 2015
Excerpt of Wolf’s Holiday:
The bar buzzed with the sounds of laughter and romance. His pack laughed, joked, and propositioned each other. He sat back and soaked in the happy. So many days, the rebuilding of Los Lobos didn’t have moments with anything other than pain and anguish. No good decisions, only bad choices, and trying to figure out which bad scenario was best.
When he’d killed his father, it had become his honor to lead the fine Wolves he called family. Drew pushed the thought away. Magnum had no place in the gathering in Gee’s bar. In the corner, a burst of high-pitched squeals sounded, drawing his attention. His mate, B, and four other women were giggling. He really didn’t want to know about what. Females could keep their secrets, the male population benefited from not asking too many questions.
He looked up as the chair across from his pulled back and Ryker, his Enforcer, settled in. The other man clunked his drink down with a grunt and didn’t make another sound to indicate his arrival. Drew had initiated these get-togethers at the bar with Ryker about three months prior. Once a week they sat and had a state of the pack discussion.
Or at least that was how Drew got him to show up. Ryker wasn’t what anyone would call chatty. Truth was, Drew was determined to forge some kind of real, lasting friendship with his Enforcer. In a pack where they both shouldered the burdens of leadership, they needed each other.
At least a decade with the humans had taught him, they were stronger together. He wasn’t certain if Ryker would agree.
But the Enforcer showed up. Every week. On time.
“Get your usual?” Drew motioned toward the beer. Gee didn’t have a great deal of choice at the bar, their need to keep Los Lobos all but completely off the grid, meant he didn’t do business with microbreweries or anyone who delivered fancy liquors.
Yet, he kept Drew’s favorite whisky in stock.
Ryker nodded toward the unopened bottle. No one save Gee opened his drinks; everyone else knew to serve him a sealed bottle. “I don’t know that I have a usual.”
The other man didn’t argue which didn’t mean he agreed with Drew’s statement. It simply meant he was done talking on the subject.
“Do you smell that?” Drew motioned his hand in the air.
Ryker raised a dark, severe eyebrow. “Smell what exactly?”
“That smell in the air. It’s happiness.” He grinned. “This is the way a happy, relatively functioning pack scents.”
The Enforcer leaned back in his chair, popped the lid from bottle, then took a deep pull from his beer. “They’re certainly loud tonight.”
“I’ve been thinking of what you suggested about the holiday celebration and the pack run.”
Drew nodded. “Right.”
Ryker gave his human mate credit for most innovative ideas. Drew liked Saja and he was more than happy to give the woman her due. “I talked it over with B. We think it’s a great idea—let’s face it, you and I are not decorating trees or lighting candles—if the others want to do it, I say have a good time.”
The other man gave a brief nod. “Is there anything else?”
“You seem tense.” Ryker’s usually solid shoulders seemed hiked even farther than usual.
“We had ten returns this month. That’s a lot. Not everyone who has come back can immediately be trusted. And you keep letting them, letting them blood oath.” Not a criticism. Ryker didn’t critique him—but maybe a quiet suggestion lurked within his statement.
“Which makes your job harder.” Drew nodded; he valued the older wolf’s opinion even when it utterly disagreed with his own. The pack might be shocked by how much he relied on Ryker’s cynicism and experience or maybe they wouldn’t. It didn’t matter—the Enforcer never lied or sugarcoated anything. “We invited everyone back, told them the pack was reforming. This was their home. It can be again, if that’s what they want.”
He had a deeper belief in the goodness of his wolves than Ryker did. Then again who knew how much fucked-up stuff Ryker had seen under Magnum that Drew didn’t even know about? If Ryker distrusted, it was with plenty of pack history to back him up.
“Is there anything else?” When the Enforcer was done with a conversation, he was finished.
“Actually there is.” Drew let the whisky burn down the back of his throat. “I want you to know I’m grateful. This happiness tonight, the way the pack is gelling. That’s thanks to you. I want you to know I see what you’re doing, how you take care of our safety so I can bring us back to life.”
The other man stood. “Saja is waiting.”
“Right.” Drew set down his drink. Apparently, the man couldn’t take compliment. “See you next week.”
With a fast, smooth step and a nod to Gee, Ryker walked away. Drew watched his exit with a heavy heart. He’d not had friends for ten years because he had to keep himself separate from the humans; he couldn’t get too close. Since his return, he was Alpha. A solitary position. And although B kept him loved and busy, he would have liked a buddy to talk things over with on occasion. Like what to get B for Christmas. One week away. He’d asked him a couple of times and Ryker’s answer remained the same. Get her something she likes. Not. Helpful.
The Enforcer seemed to have less than any interest in opening that door. However, Drew was a shifter who got what he wanted. He’d keep working on it.
“You got eight minutes.” B slid into the chair next to him, a smile on her face. Her red hair was up in a bun with curls sliding down the side of her face. His mate was, without a doubt, the loveliest female ever born. “Is that some kind of record for Ryker? Eight minutes of conversation before he abandoned his beer and ran like you’d threatened him?”
Black Hills Wolves
Releasing November 13, 2015
There's magic in the air...
Kalum Truesdale is willing to take the leap and mate. Fawn Hawthorne has been at his finger tips for months now since his return, but the timid wolf rebuffs him at every turn. With the Winter Solstice right around the corner, he's got a couple of tricks up his sleeves to finally catch the elusive wolf.
Fawn Hawthorne isn't ready for a mate. After years of torture, all she wants is to be left alone. However, the handsome and persistent Kalum Truesdale, isn't willing to let her hide. So, when presents start arriving in the days leading up to the Solstice, Fawn has a decision to make. Take what Kalum is offering her, happiness and love. Or continue to fear the world around her while always wondering, what if?
Release Date: November 13, 2015
Excerpt of Winter Magic:
Fawn Hawthorne forced the spoon toward her mouth and took a bite of the oatmeal she made for breakfast. The texture didn’t appeal to her; in fact she downright hated it. However, her goal to experience one thing each week she hated required she push through, maybe she would still hate the hot cereal when she was done or maybe she associated it with something bad from the past. Either way, she considered it therapy after everything she endured under Magnum’s reign as Alpha. On the upside, she earned a reward every time she tackled one of her personal challenges.
Tonight’s prize: pizza.
With her cup in one hand and her breakfast in the other, she settled at her computer to eat and work. Located on the outskirts of Los Lobos, Fawn’s home had been a fixer-upper even when her mom owned it. Since moving back in, Fawn worked as an accountant, and when she had the money, she made tiny repairs to the place. Though the revitalization of Los Lobos was a work in progress, she took pride in the fact she ran a valuable service for her pack—even when she felt like an outcast—plus she also gained a few customers in Rapid City.
Today, her schedule included a few clients dropping off their books for the month and a visit from the man who drove her insane, Kalum Truesdale. “Arrogant buffoon,” she muttered, grabbing a pencil out of her mug with a picture of a howling wolf on it.
The broad shouldered, Southern-charmed cowboy crawled under her skin. Made her want things she didn’t need.
He commanded her.
Demanding her attention every time he walked into her home office, he would tip his hat and greet her in his lazy drawl…. Ma’am. She shivered, remembering his gravelly tone. Rough with a hint of sexual intent, it reverberated through her. Not to mention the jokes he told. They were corny to the nth degree and made her groan. Of course, he’d later saunter out of her office laughing after his silly barbs.
Several times, she tried to hand him lists of accountants who’d better serve his bovine endeavors, but he never took the hint. The Wolf-slash-cattle rancher seemed determined to stay under her skin, like a tick, sucking the life from her. No, she didn’t mean it like it sounded. Persistent was more like it. Yet, a sick, twisted part of her reveled in his attention. She looked forward to the beep of her alarm system signaling his arrival.
By now, she knew him by his scent—leather and aftershave, even though he had a scruffy beard. Her mouth watered. It wasn’t right the way his Wranglers encased his ass, fitting him to perfection. Or the glimpse of a dimple in his left cheek when he smirked at her. Or the way his cool slate-colored eyes assessed her. Peering deep into a soul tattered and torn. Worn threadbare by years of abuse.
Not to mention, he had a horrible way of making her forget about everything, including logging onto her computer. She typed her password and hit Enter. The cheerful greeting Tinks programmed into the startup scrolled across the screen before a picture of two wolves filled the monitor. The bigger of the two stood over the smaller, protecting her from any predator, which might happen upon them. Like you wish someone would have protected you? She mentally shook off the thought as the desktop appeared. An old picture of her and her brother Kru stared back at her.
Without a second thought, she pulled up her accounting program then licked her spoon. As she ate her paste-like breakfast, daydreaming about pizza, she worked on the files lying in front of her. The majority of it was easy: print out their checks and balance their ledgers. Tomorrow she’d run to town and get them to sign them and send them off.
“Hello?” The alarm chimed seconds after Kalum called out. His heavy footfalls echoed against her hardwood floors. “Your welcome light is off, sugar.”
His scent filled her workspace. The clean, crisp smell wrapped around her, draping her in its safety. Her mind betrayed her, encouraging her to use him as a security blanket of sorts. “Well you weren’t due here for another half hour so….” She shrugged. Taking another bite of her breakfast, she frowned and smacked her lips together. God, she hated oatmeal.
“Right. Sorry. I have a guy I need to meet in Rapid City for a couple head of cattle. Here.” He handed over his information and a small four-by-four box.
“What’s this?” She eyed the plain box suspiciously.
“Don’t know, sug. Why don’t you open it?” Kalum sat in the chair across from her and extended his lean yet muscular legs. The cocky gleam in his eyes along with his relaxed posture unnerved her.
“How about no. Now” —she pushed her bowl away from her—“are you buying today or selling?”
He scratched his chin. The rasp of his scruffy beard sent a shiver down her spine. Kalum stared at her, narrowing his eyes before he shifted and sat up a bit as though contemplating a chess move or a new strategy with which to approach her. The top three buttons on his plaid shirt were open, exposing the white thermal lying below. Why did she feel disappointed at not being able to glimpse his sun-kissed flesh? Or the coarse smattering of chest hair? God, how many nights had she imagined running her fingers through it while wrapped in his embrace? His hands on her body, caressing her.
“Selling,” he said, jolting her out of her thoughts. “The spring brought me five bulls and six heifers. I’ve already got my studs. I don’t need more. As luck may have it, this fellow does.”
“Great,” she answered while opening his file on the laptop. “Anything else I should know about before you go?”
“Have dinner with me, Fawn.”
Release Date: November 20, 2015
Excerpt of Winter Secrets:
Kate Matthews gaped at the small, plastic stick she clutched in her hand with a death grip. The frantic drum of her heart beat against her ribcage while her stomach churned in discord. A swift influx of panic, elation, disbelief, and fear bombarded her all at once, dragging the air from her lungs in a noisy whoosh.
Reeling from the revelation, she stumbled backward to drop down on the toilet lid before her weak knees buckled. Unfortunately, she miscalculated the distance and fell backward between the sink and toilet with a surprised squeal, landing in a squished heap and banging her head on the wall in the process. Temporarily rendered stupid, she simply sat there, wedged in the tiny space, gawking at the little strip of plastic glaring the truth at her.
“You alright in there?” Her mate, Stephen, called from the other side of the door. No doubt he’d scented her distress.
Alarm whipped through her bloodstream and the pregnancy test flew from Kate’s trembling hand to clatter on the floor in front of her. When he twisted the doorknob, she bolted from in between the toilet and sink and snatched the small stick from the bathroom tiles.
“I’m fine,” she exclaimed. “There was a spider.”
He twisted the knob again, and she sent up a quick prayer of thanks she’d had the foresight to turn the latch.
“Why’d you lock the door?” A mix of irritation and concern tinged his deep voice.
Frantic, she yanked open the cabinet beneath the sink and stashed the plastic strip in a box of tampons, certain he’d never look there, and then darted for the entrance. Once she fumbled with the lock, she tugged open the door, and came face to chest with Stephen.
“I must’ve locked it by accident when I came in.” The excuse sounded weak to her own ears. Surely, he would think the same. They never locked the bathroom door, if she could get him to close the damn thing at all.
A frown creased his golden features. He watched her through narrowed blue eyes—attempting to decipher the obvious lie and cow her with his probing stare at the same time.
Drop it. Drop it. Please, for the love of God, just drop it.
As though he’d heeded her silent litany, he shrugged and his knitted brow eased. “Well, I gotta head out for work, so give me a kiss good-bye.”
Breathing a sigh of relief, Kate stepped forward and lifted her mouth to his for a quick kiss. Instead of the fast peck she expected, Stephen snagged her around the middle and dragged her against his body. He seized her mouth, sliding his tongue past her parted lips. His hands gripped her ass and he shoved his hard thigh between her legs.
Within seconds, Kate melted against him, drowning in the overload of sensation. Each time he kissed her, it felt like their first kiss all over again. Too soon, he pulled back and rested his forehead against hers.
“Was there really a spider?”
“Yes.” She panted. “A grossly huge one with hairy legs.”
“Better you found it than me then.” He shuddered.
She swatted his chest and he captured her hand, placing a soft kiss in her palm.
“I gotta go, babe.”
“So soon?” Kate glanced at the bedroom window and frowned. “The sun’s not even up yet.”
“Can’t help it, Sunshine. There’s a lot of new development in town, which means more contacts to fill. Plus, the pack’s getting ready for the Solstice next week. Hey, don’t complain. Means more money for us in the long run.” He lifted her chin with the knuckle of his index finger. “Any chance you’ve changed your mind about the run? You know Drew wants us all there.”
Ugh, again with this nonsense? So what if she didn’t want to join in the pack run? Of course, he wasn’t going to drop it. Problem was, she didn’t want to embarrass him or herself in front of their pack with her awkwardness. Or worse, what if she couldn’t shift when the time came?
“Yeah, didn’t think so.” With a shake of his head, he strode to the closet to grab his heavy winter coat.
She couldn’t help but admire the flex of his arms and broad shoulders when he slid into the warm material. “When will you be home?”
“I’ll probably be late, so don’t wait up for me. Love ya, babe,” he called over his shoulder as he glided out of the bedroom without a backward glance.
For a moment, she lamely stared at the empty doorway, halfway expecting him to walk through it again, but he didn’t. Hounded by disappointment, she padded to the bed and slumped on the edge. She rested her elbows on her thighs and buried her face in her hands.
Great, how was she supposed to tell Stephen about the baby?
Winter Solstice Menage
Release Date: November 27, 2015
Sugar isn’t as sweet as her big brother, Yas, believes. After he leaves the big city to venture a small pack in the hills he’s heard about from their mom, she decides to let loose in all the best ways. Except when all hell breaks loose and she’s faced with some tough decisions, she runs … to her family.
After growing up in Los Lobos, twins Derek and Tyler Baker lived through all the hardships under the former Alpha leader. While one twin is happy playing the dating field, the other wants something more special. They both find what they’re looking for when newcomer Sugar comes for a visit.
Where Sugar goes, trouble follows. It’ll take more than one member of this pack to tame the new shifter she-wolf. But will the Winter Solstice Ménage be enough to convince her to settle down?
Excerpt of Winter Solstice Ménage:
Towel in hand, Sugar snuck down the stairs as quietly as possible. As expected, the love-Wolves had excused themselves to bed early. The only people who turned in by nine either worked super early, were old, or planned some private extracurricular activities.
Once outside, she opened her senses and took in the solitude of being so far out in nature. Without the conflicting sensory information, everything from the stars shining above to the slight breeze took on another dimension. Growing up in the city, she never realized how much she’d been missing. She headed to the hangout spot, following the directions Tala had grudgingly given her earlier, along with the advice to “be careful.”
Despite being a little bit reserved at first, her new “sis” seemed pretty cool, especially when playing go-between with Yas. If left to him, she’d stay in twenty-four/seven.
As she drew closer, she heard a whoop, whoop, whoop of laughter and a huge splash. A rope swung, and, below, a few people swam. She wasn’t feeling quite that adventurous yet and made her way over to another watering hole. She dipped a toe in and sighed at the luxurious heat. A natural hot springs? Here?
Forget the fancy spas; she’d take this spot any day. Before stripping down, she got as close to the hot spring as possible, and made a mental plan of attack. For the briefest of moments, she’d be butt-ass cold, but as soon as she hit the warmth…. Ahhh. She tossed her jacket and clothes on a nearby chair, uncovering a white bathing suit with pink flowers, and sank into the waters. Leaning back against the side, she closed her eyes. The contrast between the blustery winter weather and the bliss of the heat shocked the system, in the best way. Getting away from it all was unnatural. After the onslaught of harassing text messages from her ex, she’d left her phone home. Who’d be contacting her anyway? Plus, cell service here sucked. The idea was to get away from it all and let Jerry get some breathing space. Hopefully, he’d find someone else to focus on and leave her alone. He hadn’t been such a loser when she first met him, but, then again, he hadn’t been honest either. She’d been duped into thinking he was a college student. Then she learned he only saw them as an easy pickup.
“Mind if I join you?” A man’s deep voice broke through her thoughts, and she opened her eyes.
He towered over the spa, and she looked up, up, up—past those tapered hips and sculpted stomach to broad shoulders and a mouth that promised all sorts of wicked goodness. The cold didn’t seem to bother him much, except for those hard nipples.
“Come on in. There’s plenty of room.”
Rather than taking up residence on the other side, where someone who followed social norms might have, he sat next to her. Real close. The water level rose as he got in.
“You must be new to these parts. Haven’t seen you around. I’m Derek.”
The tone of his voice moved over her body, eliciting a physical response. Her nipples perked up, and the weight of his gaze settled on her chest, which just about floated on the water. Feeling uncharacteristically self-conscious, she dipped below.
“Ah, perceptive. I’m Sugar,” she said. “I’m staying with my brother Yas and Tala at the B&B.”
“Is Sugar short for anything?” he asked.
“You mean like “Sugar-licious?” She licked her lips, overemphasizing the way she ran her tongue over the full bottom one. The way his eyes zeroed in on her mouth gave her a thrill.
Men were so obvious.
Wolf in Winter Clothing
Release Date: December 4, 2015
Roland James waited a long time to return to the Black Hills. After Seth, his best friend, left—was driven away—and Seth’s family vanished in the night, he had no reason to stay. Only one purpose remained for him—to build his strength and his skills until he could kill the men responsible for their loss. When word reaches him about Magnum’s demise and Drew’s ascension, he rushes home. Though Drew welcomes him and the town seems to be thriving with a Winter Solstice Run in the offing, Roland can’t celebrate. Not all of his enemies are dead. One—the worst—still lives.
Professor Claudia Donovan has spent a great deal of time and effort to locate one of her colleagues. Then she receives an odd message telling her to meet someone about the woman she’s been trying to find in the middle of nowhere in South Dakota. Taking the first flight and renting a car, she waits at the designated spot. A chance meeting and an even riskier hookup for her TA leaves her with more questions than answers. When she ends up in Los Lobos no one wants to answer her questions.
The last thing Roland expects when he lures the human to the Black Hills is to delight in her scent, her temper, and her cutting tongue. He needs the pawn to distract Ryker because the Enforcer has a weakness. Take away his mate, and Roland can kill him once and for all. Maybe his plan makes Roland the bad guy, but he can live with that. The only problem he has is his need for revenge may cost him Claudia….
Excerpt of Wolf in Winter Clothing:
Her hands trembled as she pulled a cigarette out and turned away from the wind to get it lit. She was alone standing outside the little coffee shop, huddled as close to the wall as she could. Why the hell did I just decide to fly to the middle of nowhere? Have I lost my damn mind?
Or was she desperate for her last real connection? Shoshanna was great, a fantastic student, a brilliant protégé, and a girl with a bright future, but she wasn’t Saja. Saja had been more than her--
A truck door slammed across the street, and she glanced at the man striding across the winter-slicked road toward the coffee shop. Tall with dark hair, which he wore long and tied into a loose tail at the nape of his neck, he reminded her of a mountain man—except he wore a dress shirt, open suede jacket, and jeans. The mountain-man look from Giorgio. It will be all the rage this season.
His beard, though—damn. She had a thing for bearded men, and he wore his so well. Snow flurries populated the air, and flakes clung to his beard and hair, adding to his rugged appearance. How the hell did he walk so calm and collected through the frigid cold? It didn’t even seem to touch him.
He glanced toward her, and she sucked in a drag off the cigarette even as she jerked her attention away. Staring was rude. Still, she couldn’t help sliding a sideways peek when his booted foot hit the pavement in front of the coffee shop. Her hand trembled when he opened the door and disappeared into the shop. Exhaling the cold with the smoke, she glanced inside. Shoshanna continued to read papers, and a fresh cup of coffee sat waiting for Claudia, along with the untouched second burger.
Mr. GQ Mountain Man took a seat at the counter and raked his fingers through his hair, loosening the tie at his nape. Some of his hair escaped, but the tousled look suited him. The man was the whole package, and he looked damn good from the rear. Nearly as good as he had from the front. The icy air didn’t do a damn thing for the heat unfurling in her blood or the lust coiling in her belly.
After finishing her smoke, she extinguished it and seriously considered a second one. Maybe if she froze to death outside, she wouldn’t go inside and make an idiot out of herself. No sooner did the thought take root than she dismissed it. She’d come for Saja, not to get laid. South Dakota might grow them pretty, but she belonged back in New York.
No getting laid.
A shudder rolled down her spine, whether from the cold or hot stuff with the beard, she had no idea. Squaring her shoulders, she pulled the door open and charged inside. Priorities.
Yeah, the mental lecture didn’t do a damn thing for her libido. Dear Santa, can I have a hot guy for Christmas? Laughter welled upward, and she chuckled. Shoshanna gave her an owlish blink. Of course, when the idea of writing Santa sounded more sane than hitting on a gorgeous stranger, maybe she had cracked.
Super excited Landra is visiting today!
Zombies don’t belong in fairy tales….at least not those with a good chance of a happily ever after…
Jason Prince, Charming's once-upon-a-time star jock, only attends his Charming high school reunion to find his way into the heart of a certain wallflower who had no date for the prom.
Shy, geeky, chemical engineer, Emma Fay has been keeping her love for Jason a secret because she knows Jason and Rose belong together. But, when Rose Briar pricks her finger, fulfilling a prophecy about death and a plague, she throws a wrench into the class reunion that not even the best planning committee can tackle.
Can Jason and Emma stop Zombie Beauty Rose before she turns their loved ones into her undead court and sends them forth to spread the infestation to the rest of the world? Or will human flesh become the daily special at diners everywhere? And will there be enough left of Jason and Emma for romance to blossom?
That’s when she saw him, and, damn—he looked better than he had in high school. Back then, he’d been equal proportions of muscle on top and bottom, but since then his shoulders and upper body had filled out. He looked like a bronzed god. Even though it was fall, he still sported a tan, his blonde hair a shade lighter than she remembered, most likely from time spent outside. Seeing him sparked errant thoughts of finding out what he was doing now. His eyes connected with hers.
His lips moved, but she couldn’t hear anything as he walked her way. She rolled down the window when he reached her door and angled down to lean against it.
“Emmaline Fay, what are you doing? Hiding in the car like a scaredy cat?”
The rich, deep sound of his voice coupled with his childish taunt made her feel self-conscious, and a flush of heat and anger coursed her skin. She’d forgotten about his ability to aggravate her at the drop of a dime.
“No, just trying to decide if this is a good place to park. You know how you country boys tend to scuffle your way over and around cars after a few too many.”
“True, but we’re men, and we have to impress the ladies somehow. You can’t tell me a scuffle doesn’t make you smile.”
She tried to keep her expression civil even when Jason’s familiar scent found her nose, inspiring a fresh round of stomach squirminess. “The only time I feel like smiling is when the cops show up to make an arrest.”
Jason grinned. Even his teeth were perfect. Rose had definitely picked a winner. He took a step back and winked. “Come on out of the car, kitty claws. Maybe we can find a scuffle together if you’re that excited about the law.”
“Always the jokes and nicknames. You haven’t changed.” She rolled up the window and removed her keys from the ignition. Hilarious how he riled her up and got under her skin with only a few sentences. Keeping her distance should be her key objective of the night. Otherwise she might lean in and sniff him or, worse, engage in one of those arguments she loved to start. Pathetic. Maybe her decision to stay out of the dating game was a liability.
She walked to the curb, Jason trailing behind. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw him jerk his head up, and she stumbled on a piece of raised sidewalk.
“Whoa there. Everything okay?” He put a hand to her waist, and she barely kept herself upright.
Her skin went hot. Everywhere. “I’m fine.” But she wasn’t.
Landra Graf consumes at least one book a day, and has always been a sucker for stories where true love conquers all. She believes in the power of the written word, and the joy such words can bring. In between spending time with her family and having book adventures, she writes romance with the goal of giving everyone, fictional or not, their own happily ever after.
What if everything you thought you knew was a lie?
Crafting spells, running her shop, and hanging with her lover, Hayden, was all Persephone Carraway wanted out of life. The future was filled with endless possibilities as long as it was with the girl of her dreams. But Hayden has a secret and, it turns out, so does Persephone.
One night in the Underworld will change things forever…
Demi, Persephone’s mother has developed a designer pomegranate, infusing it with her daughter’s blood. A single act of betrayal will craft war with the old gods and the Fae, leaving destruction in its wake. Persephone is drawn into a web of myth and magick where nothing is at it seems, even herself.
Myth. Magic. Pomegranates…
Genre- Lesbian fantasy, paranormal, twisted myth, romance, BDSM
Series-Myth and Magic #1
Published: October 9, 2015
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Persephone took a breath. Her mouth was dry and her skin slick with sweat. She was thirsty. So thirsty. Her eyes wouldn’t focus, and her heart was racing.
“You look like you could use this.” A woman in a black mask and unbuttoned tux jacket approached, holding out a bottle of water. The white dress shirt was halfway open, straining against her breasts. Every movement tugged against the soft flesh, hinting at the bounty buried beneath the fabric. Vest unbuttoned over leather pants and kickass boots, she made Persephone’s breath catch in her throat. The woman’s black hair was slicked back into a tight bun, her red lips plump and succulent.
Hands shaking, Persephone took the bottle. “Thank you.” What is wrong with me?”
“This is your first rave, I take it?”
“Yes.” She drank the cool water, each swallow bringing her more clarity. Soon the bottle was drained and dangled empty in her grasp.
“It can be a little much when they turn on the purple wave. Here. Sit.” The masked woman led her to a chair. Large and white, it faced an enormous fireplace. Green fire burned within. Persephone fell into the chair, her dress spilling around her. She watched the green fire dance, marveling at the images unfolding. Her mind was still muzzy but she saw...no....
“Faces...there are faces,” she gasped, trying to push herself up from the chair.
About the author:
Erzabet Bishop is an award winning author who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Dinner Date, Crave,The Science of Lust, Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark (upcoming 2016),The Devil’s Due (upcoming 2016), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming 2016),Tethered, Sigil Fire, Glitter Lust (upcoming 2016), Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Fantasies in Red, Sweet Seductions: The Erzabet Bishop Collection, Holiday Cruise, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts: Jess, Temptation Resorts: Marnie, Taming the Beast, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many anthologies. Erzabet has been a finalist in the GCLS awards for 2014 and 2015. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies. When she isn’t writing, she loves to review music and books.
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Very happy to be hosting Shiela Stewart today!
A Taste Of Humanity a 1 Night Stand Series
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Raised on a rural farm in Saskatchewan, Canada, Shiela Stewart relied on her vivid imagination to fill her days. Never did she realize that her need to tell a story would someday lead to becoming a published author.
In the fall of two thousand and six, Shiela published her very first book and she hasn’t stopped since.
When not writing, Shiela spends time with the love of her life and biggest supporter, William. She enjoys doting on her children and granddaughter. She has a strong affection for animals which is evident in the five cats, one dog, plenty of fish and one turtle she owns.
Some of her other passions are home décor, crocheting and knitting.
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One night of passion could be lethal
Wanting some excitement in her life, Penny Parker heads to Vegas. She’s hoping Madame Evangeline has set her up with will give her more than a thrill.
Cade O’Donnell is a virgin…of sorts. Wanting something he’s never had before, he signs up for the 1 Night Stand service. Deciding to meet his match in Vegas seems the right setting for his tryst. What better place to have a fling than in Sin City.
Thrills are abundant when Penny and Cade get together, Bur will it be more than she bargained for? Has Cade bitten of more than he can chew?
His first thought was that she looked like a doll. She had a round face, sculpted cheekbones, and her supple lips were so adorable. One glance at her big, blue eyes could make any man’s knees weak. The body—well—that in itself would make a man drool. His cock twitched and he couldn’t wait to get her beneath him. However, throwing her on the bed and taking her here and now would have to wait as he had other plans. He wanted more for their first time. For his first time.
He was a joke amongst his friends and cohorts. Despite his success, he was mocked. He tried to ignore it, still…their words stung. Why it was such a big deal that he’d never succumbed was beyond him. Even hearing about others’ experiences never tempted him to give in. Until his enemies found out. Being made fun of by his cohorts was one thing. Having his foes laugh at him was another.
He still didn’t know who had left the business card on his desk. It really didn’t matter. When he’d researched it, his dilemma was solved. Madame Evangeline’s 1NightStand service was just what he needed.
The beautiful and luscious Penny Parker was going to be the one to rid him of his burden.
“This place is incredible. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything this beautiful.” She had a voice like an angel.
“I wanted something extravagant for us, and when I saw this place, it seemed perfect.”
“It certainly is.” She folded her hands in front of her, and he could sense her nervousness.
“Would you like something to eat?”
“I’m good, thanks. I could use a drink, though.”
“There’s wine chilling by the Jacuzzi.”
“Jacuzzi? Are you kidding me?”
He smiled at her awe. “Perfectly serious. I thought we could start with a relaxing dip.”
He headed to the washroom where he’d put candles out to set the mood. They flickered, adding a bit of mystery to the dimly lit room.
Feeling her excitement, he poured them each a tall flute of champagne. As he held it out to her, she grazed his hand with her fingers and once again, his dick twitched. “Shall we?” “Good thing I decided to pack my bikini. Where can I change?”
“Here. Let me know when you’re ready.” Exiting the room, he closed the door,. tipped his champagne flute back, and downed the entire glass. He hoped desperately he would be able to control himself. Seeing his hand shaking, he took a deep breath. This was no big deal. Yet his mouth watered at the prospect.
After several moments, the door opened. “I’m ready.”
He nearly swallowed his tongue. She wore a red bikini that showed practically everything. Two tiny swatches barely covered her ample breasts. The tiny triangle over her crotch showed that the woman shaved. His mouth watered as he entered the room. “You look…incredible.”
She blushed, which was simply adorable. Crossing her arms over her breasts, she giggled nervously. “One of my friends convinced me to buy this. It took a lot of convincing, but in the end I agreed with her. If I’m willing to have a one-night stand I shouldn’t be a prude about wearing a tiny bikini.”
“Good advice.” He lifted his glass only to realize he’d emptied it before entering the room.
“Oh, looks like you need more wine,” she said in a breathy tone that sank right to his dick.
When she reached for the bottle, he bit his tongue. She had one hell of an ass. Round, smooth, and pink. It was obvious she didn’t tan much. Still, he wanted to sink his teeth into that soft flesh. He chastised himself for even thinking about doing it.
“Here you go.” She poured the wine into his glass. “Those chocolate-covered strawberries look incredibly tempting.”
He thought the same thing about her.
She stepped into the tub and sank below the frothing water. He gulped down his wine, licked his lips before setting the glass down. Eager to join her, he pulled his shirt off.
“Oh, you’re, uh, undressing here.” She shifted her vision away from him.
“Sweetie, if we’re going to be doing the bump and grind, you better not be shy about seeing me naked.” He stripped out of his pants and underwear and stepped into the tub. He purposely stood still for a moment so she could see his body.
Smiling, he slid into the water. “Wow, this is nice.”
“It really is.” She swallowed hard as her eyes drifted to his. “Oh, you finished off that glass as well.”
“I was thirsty.”
“Are you nervous?”
He took a strawberry between his fingers and held it out to her mouth. “This is my first time.”
Title: Where Wishes Go
Author: S.A. McAuley
Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance
Release: October 2, 2015
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Can you have a second chance at a first love?
Nick Paine is just starting to return to normal after he told his wife he’s gay and asked for a
divorce. Despite a daughter he loves dearly and a job he believes in, part of him is stuck in the
past. He’s never forgotten the first love he let fade away fourteen years ago.
Adam "Izz" Azzi has settled into a happy rhythm. His daughter is healthy, he's found a mosque
that accepts him, and his work as a modern artist is gaining international attention. While his
past is fraught with mistakes and whatifs, his life now is good, and he doesn't want to upset any
of the balance he's worked so hard to achieve.
When Nick and Izz are reunited by luck and fate, their attraction is just as undeniable, but what
was left unsaid haunts them. They have hope for a future together, but wishing may not be
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separated for years. It's about never forgetting your first love, and getting a chance to
reconnect and rekindle that relationship.” ~ Just Love Romance
NICK PAINE tried to duck as a gigantic scarlet bird whipped over his head and he began to lose
his balance. The first airborne attack was followed a second later by a screech and another
swooping red streak that caused him to crouch and fall to his knees. At least he was wearing
jeans today instead of a suit.
Katie snorted, let loose a torrent of giggles, and pointed. “He’s not going to hurt you, Daddy.”
“Isn’t it me who’s supposed to be telling you that?” Nick scrunched his eyebrows together and
tried to chastise his daughter while also searching the birdhouse for further threats.
Katie rolled her eyes and flipped her long blonde hair off to the side, appearing much older than
her eight years. “Come on, Daddy. I’ll protect you.” She offered her hand, and Nick grinned as
he stood, taking her tiny hand in his.
It was a Wednesday morning, one in which Nick should have been sitting in a colorless
conference room listening to doctors and administrators fight each other over inane operational
details, but despite the threat of being pecked to death by tropical birds, Nick didn’t want to be
It was rare he was able to escape from work during the day, and this field trip to the zoo with
Katie’s class had been the perfect excuse. The hospital system was always there. It was a
twentyfourhour sevendayaweek commitment of utter chaos. Nick still wasn’t quite sure how
he’d ended up as a vice president by the age of thirtythree, but had to concede his success had
a lot to do with the inordinate number of hours he spent downtown. His generous salary was
meant to compensate him for the endless hours on call talking nurses and cardiologists off the
ledge while also making sure all their equipment and staffing needs were met. He loved his job
and he was good at it, but it took him away from Katie way too much for his liking.
Nick pushed aside thoughts of the hospital. He would be flooded with emails, texts, and voice
mail as soon as he switched his cell back on. Instead he listened to Katie patter on about the
different kinds of birds that filled the zoo aviary.
“How do you know so much about them?” Nick asked as he forced his complete attention back
Katie shrugged in a gesture that was too much like her carefree Uncle Roban. “I watch the
National Geographic channel.”
Katie huffed. “Yeah, Daddy. A lot. Loads and loads.”
Nick restrained a laugh. Where had she come up with that phrase? She was growing up so fast.
Much too fast for his liking. The years just kept slipping by, and as hard as his path had been as
of late, Nick was grateful for the luck he did have. Katie was a beautiful girl. Tall and thin, just
like her momma, she had blonde hair shades lighter than his that ran down to her waist and
snarled easily with how fine it was. He’d given up attempting to brush the mats out a year ago,
leaving the task to Katie’s grandmother or her nanny.
“Look at the baby geese!” Katie exclaimed, letting go of his hand and running full tilt down the
pathway toward the birds. Then just as suddenly she was veering off again, a delighted squeal
emanating from her. “A waterfall!”
Nick dug into his pockets as he walked to catch up, knowing what she was going to ask even
before she said anything.
“I want to make a wish,” she pleaded, looking up at him with wide eyes.
Nick placed a quarter in her outstretched hand, earning a satisfied smile from her.
She scrunched her eyes tightly closed and whispered something Nick couldn’t hear, then tossed
the coin into the water.
“What did you wish for, baby girl?” Nick asked, as was part of their routine.
“Daddy, you know I can’t tell you,” she protested with a pout. “Or else it won’t come true.”
I sleep little, read a lot. Happiest in a foreign country. Twitchy when not mentally in motion. My
name is Sam, not Sammy, definitely not Samantha. I’m a pretty dark/cynical/jaded person, but I
hide that darkness well behind my obsession(s) for shiny objects. I’m the macabre wrapped in
irresistible bubble wrap and a glittery pink bow, I suppose.
I have a neverendingabysslike secret love for poetry. Especially Rumi, Hafiz, and Neruda.
You can predict (as well as change) my moods and my writing schedule by my playlists.
Insomnia is my greatest ally and my nemesis. I like cheese and bourbon, not necessarily in that
order, but I’m flexible.
If you’re in any fandom, then I’m probably already in love with you. I’m not joking.
I like my tv shows marathoned and I have to use internet blocking software to be productive. I
have software called Producteev that I loaded onto my laptop and proceeded to fill out in detail
and now I haven’t touched it in a year.
I enjoy normalized chaos.
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Welcome, Merryn! What a gorgeous cover!
I am absolutely delighted to be able to share with you the beautiful cover for my début novel A Mate's Healing Touch which will be part of the fabulous Black Hills Wolves series from Decadent Publishing.
And here it is!
With fingers crossed, a fair wind and sacrificial offerings of Oreo cookies to the Editing Goddesses, Caleb and Hannah’s story will be available for your reading pleasure in December 2015. I must give a shout-out to Fiona Jayde who is responsible for all of the amazing covers in this series (mine are the best, btw!)
She has a secret the wrong people know
Hannah Fuentes has graduated Magna Cum Laude from the School of Hard Knocks. Beaten, pregnant and betrayed at seventeen, she has slowly built a life for herself in the small town of Hennessey, South Dakota.
He faces a future he doesn't really want
Caleb Burrows is leaving town. His parents long to return to Los Lobos and pack life, lured by the promise of change under the new Alpha, Drew Tao. The most vivid memories that Caleb and his twin siblings have of pack life are ones of betrayal, pain and horror. They do not remember a time when the pack was at peace.
A chance encounter
Caleb has one final job to complete for the family construction business – the refurbishment of the local diner in Hennessey. He gets more than he bargained for. One look, one scent tells him that Hannah, the diner's 'pocket rocket' waitress, is his mate. Caleb is determined that nothing will stop him from claiming Hannah as his own.
The first touch
An explosive encounter lays bare the secrets they have both fought so hard to keep hidden. Caleb must prove he can protect Hannah from the past and offer her a secure future. She must decide whether she is willing to give up the safe life she has worked so hard for. Her burgeoning relationship with Caleb shows there are untold wonders to be explored when she puts herself in the hands of a man who understands her true worth.
The past will test them
When Hannah’s past rears its ugly head, they must face it side by side. Only united can they save what is most precious to them. Together they will learn that family comes in many guises and there is nothing they won’t sacrifice when one of their own is threatened.
“Whatever you are thinking, son. She’s not for you.” Although low, his tone was determined and forceful.
“I’m not thinking anyth….” The lie fell away as the words soured on his tongue. A change tack was in order and he folded his arms across his thick chest. Body language displays were as effective on humans sometimes. “Why wouldn’t she be for me? I don’t see a ring; is there a husband, boyfriend?” When Will shook his head sharply, a flash of anger surged and he didn’t fight it.
“You think I’m not good enough for your girl, is that it? That I’m some working stiff, only good with his hands. I run the business with my father and my brother. I have prospects, money, a good future any woman would be pleased to share with me.” Snapping his mouth shut abruptly, he cut of the embarrassing need to sell his worth to this man. What the hell is wrong with me? That raspberry-and-pepper scent overwhelmed him suddenly as she crossed toward the counter. Hannah. He rolled her name around in his head. It suited her.
“No I don’t think you’re good enough for her, but that’s not the goddamn point,” Will snapped before he rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. “Look, Caleb, I’m sure you are a fine young man and your daddy has a real good reputation with his business but that girl has been hurt enough to last a lifetime so I don’t want you messing with her because she’s caught your fancy.”
He stepped back as Will moved in front of him and stepped toward the counter. His hackles rose at the invasion of his space and the clear challenge in the move before he clamped down hard on his instincts. A man had every right to defend his daughter from a relative stranger. The Wolf snarled and snapped in his head and Caleb gave it a mental swat on the nose. He was the boss, not the Wolf. The look of sweet affection she bestowed on Will had him longing for her to turn his way.
When she met his gaze however, only trepidation lit her gaze. Unable to tear his eyes away, he was rewarded with a brief flare as her pupil expanded. She feels it, too. Regardless of what Will said, this woman is most definitely mine.
Now to figure out how to get them both on the same page or better still, in the same bed.
I'd love to hear what you think about my cover and I cannot wait to be able to share Caleb and Hannah's story with you. You can find me at the usual places, or send me an email to email@example.com
Welcome Lea Bronsen!
Book two of the Hot Model Mine trilogy is finally here! Did you wonder what happened to erotic romance author Andrea and her irresistible cover model, Yushka, after the conference in Cannes?
In book one, The Perfect Shoot, things were complicated for the couple. He was much younger than her—practically the same age as her twins—and she'd spent half her life without a man. After much reflection, she ended up giving into her desire and taking Mr. Hot Model for lover. But what then after they traveled back to their separate lives?
Wait no more: They're here to tell the continuation of their sizzling love story!
The writing conference in sunny Cannes was fantastical, a dream. Back at home, reality catches up with author Andrea Johnson and the sexy cover model of her book, Yushka. With tough working schedules, challenging family relations, and seductive temptation from all sides, the couple’s explosive romance is put to the test.
Will their love be strong enough to have a future?
While Yushka gets his duffel bag in the back seat, I lean against the side of the Corolla and stretch my arms on top of its roof. “You got everything?”
“Yeah.” He lifts the bag over his shoulder and tilts his head in direction of the front door. “We good to go?”
My pulse beats a little faster at the thought of him dropping that bag on my bedroom floor and lifting me in his arms instead. I’m so excited to be with him, I simmer inside, aching to touch and hold him. I want to have all of him at once, right now.
A spark of amusement plays in his gorgeous Asian eyes as he waits for me to make a move. “What’s on your mind, Princess?”
Holding his gaze, I smile, my fingers tapping a beat on the car hood to buy some time because I don’t know what to reply. I have a feeling whatever might come out of my mouth now, like I can’t wait to rip those clothes off you or I’m going to make you scream, will sound too cheesy. Why do we need to put our attraction into words, anyway? Once we’re home, there’ll be no reason to talk that much. We’ll do the talking with our more-than-capable hands and … um … mouths.
I tap a quick rap before stepping back from the car. “Come on.”
“Okay.” Widening his smile, he follows me to the front entrance.
I unlock and push the wood door open. “I hope your bag’s not too heavy. The elevator doesn’t work.”
“When are they gonna fix it?”
“Huh, good question.” I step forward, but when in the doorway, I spin to hold the door open for him. “I have no idea.”
“No?” With a raised brow, he passes me.
Just then, I move toward him, chest-to-chest, blocking him and his thick bag between myself and the doorframe.
“Oh!” He laughs.
As the door pushes into my back, squeezing me tighter against him, I put my hands on his waist. First above his clothes––the thick leather jacket and his shirt––then sneaking underneath both of them, my fingers splaying on his warm skin and stroking him.
Completely stuck, he tilts his head and stares into my eyes, his own sparkling with playfulness. “What are you up to?”
“You have a problem?” I move my hands out from beneath his shirt and go downward to palm his tight ass cheeks, pulling his crotch to me. My lower stomach and increasingly heating inner thighs seek to meet his. I want to be so near him he’ll feel my lust, and I want his lust to grow, too. I need us to join and be a match, a melting pot of desire, irresistible and untamable.
“I have to bribe you?” he asks, voice lower, and leans down to kiss me.
How did he guess? At the warm touch of his parted lips, delight rushes through me as if I’d had a shot of alcohol.
He retreats his face a few inches, enough to have a view of what he just kissed. “This good enough for you?” His voice comes out husky, a bit short of breath. With his free hand, he strokes and kneads my butt.
“One more,” I mouth with the next exhale of air. Though the door bores painfully into my back, I don’t want to move, loving the feel of being so close to Yushka, so intimate. It’s amazing how instantaneous and intense our connection is. Just wait till we get our clothes off.
Again, his warm lips land on mine, and we kiss greedily, nose-to-nose, wet tongues playing with each other. My inner pussy muscles clench, remembering too well what it’s like to have his cock inside. I breathe faster. A growing hardness in his crotch presses against me, provoking more tightening. Oh, God. Hot wetness glides down my pussy, wetting my panties. So ready, so soon… I mew into his mouth, and he rewards me with a guttural response, our mouths practically eating each other.
But this isn’t the right place. We need to move and play this torturous game and its grand finale somewhere else.
Releasing his lips, I gasp from our separation, but still manage to pull away.
“Fuck, you’re hot.” He inhales deeply and looks up, feverish eyes widening and trying to refocus.
As I step backward, forcing the door to open again, cold evening air sneaks between our heated bodies. “Let’s go,” I say with a croak, my chest heaving.
He gives a small nod and steps inside the low-lit lobby.
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