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Devil’s Cove Author: R.C. Matthew

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Book Title: Devil’s Cove
Author: R.C. Matthews
Genre: Gothic Romance
Release Date: August 28, 2016
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Devil’s Cove cowers in the dark shadows of an abandoned manor, shrouded in horror and spoken of only in the faintest of whispers.
Captain Devlin Limmerick knows its secrets, keeps them hidden with his own. Feared as ‘The Devil’ on the high seas, he is lured to the manor by an unquenchable thirst for revenge. It is a thirst matched only by his hunger for the powerful medium he has coerced to aid him. Her presence at the manor invites strange, inexplicable happenings, forcing him to believe nothing is as dead as it seems. Especially his heart.
Blinded from youth and touched with an ability to communicate beyond the grave, Grace has been both feared and revered by the uneasy town folk. Yet she is powerless against the unrest brewing within the manor walls and finds herself wickedly drawn to the Devil’s darkness. Still, she refuses to sacrifice her soul to set Devlin’s unspeakable plans in motion.
In the throes of passion and danger, their skills will be tested beyond any foe they’ve ever fought, and not a single soul is safe. The only way out is deep within … if they dare to believe.

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Emma placed a hand on her shoulder and gave a reassuring squeeze. “I’ve prepared a nice bath for you. The captain thought it might soothe your aching muscles. Perhaps the hot water will bring some of the color back into your cheeks. You’re still awfully pale. Let me help you in the tub, and then I’ll return in a while with your breakfast. How does that sound?”

Grace stood, and this time the groan that erupted from her was a result of the pain coursing through her. Every muscle in her body burned from the simple movement, as if she had exercised for hours on end the day before.

“That would be lovely,” she said, allowing Emma to pull her nightgown over her head and lead her to the bathtub.

Grace slipped her toe into the water and sighed, then followed with her entire body. The moment she settled against the back, a waft of lavender filled her nostrils. A bar of soap was thrust into her left hand and a cloth into her right.

“You can wash at your leisure,” Emma said, the sound of her feet bustling around the room. “And I’ll bring rosemary tea to rinse out your hair.”

The door snapped shut, and Grace relaxed her shoulders, letting the hot water seep into her sore muscles. Every minute or so, she stretched out her legs and enjoyed the waves of hot water rippling over her skin. When the ache in her muscles subsided, she rubbed the bar of soap into the washcloth and ran it along the length of her arm.

The doorknob rattled, startling Grace. “Back so soon, Emma? I haven’t even washed yet.”

“Would you care for help?” a woman asked, her voice close and oddly familiar.

Grace pulled her legs to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. “Excuse me, but who are you?” The undeniable scent of rosewater permeated the air, reminding her of the first morning, when she’d sniffed the warm sheets. And against her will, the smell aroused evocative feelings in her that were better left to her dreams. Shame flooded her chest, and she buried her face against her shoulder. “Please ask Emma to return.”

A light scraping sounded against the wooden floor, back and forth, back and forth. She recognized it immediately, and chills raced up her spine, despite the warmth of the water surrounding her. She clasped her hands even tighter about her legs, drawing into herself.

“Don’t be afraid,” the woman said, her words a soft hiss. “My name is Josephine. I won’t hurt you, my sweet.”

Grace’s stomach lurched as she fought to control the trembling spreading through her limbs. Good Lord, she was going to die. She wanted to scream, but she found herself incapable, held in a trancelike state of ineptitude.

meet the author

R.C. Matthews was raised in the Metro-Detroit area along with three sisters and a brother by deaf parents. Her father is a voracious reader and that gene lives on in all of his children. Now the reading gene is sprouting in her own two sons who love to read J.K. Rowling, Rick Riordan and may others. She enjoys traveling with her family (loving husband, two sons and a stepson), reading, down-hill skiing and playing board games with her family.

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PIECING TOGETHER SYDNEY by Brittney Coon

Summer love can turn into happily ever after…

one piece at a time.

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by Brittney Coon

A Sydney West Novel, Book 3

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This year’s annual voyage to Malibu will be unlike any other… 

Sydney West is no longer a party girl looking for summer boys to occupy her nights. She has found love with Jason King and agreed to marry him. With wedding plans in full swing for the July deadline, everything seems to be perfect. 

Until someone from Jason’s past interrupts their summer getaway… 

When Jason turns cold and distant, the party scene beckons Sydney to return to her old drink-all-night ways. Only this time the guys at the bar don’t hold her attention, but when Sydney’s drink is drugged by a so-called friend—she kisses one of them. When Jason finds out, he leaves the beach house to clear his head, but a couple hours quickly turn into days. 

It’s hard to have a wedding without the groom… 

This summer is nothing like what Sydney had planned, and for the first time she’s afraid of the future. Sydney finally figured out what she wants and she isn’t willing to let Jason go without a fight. But is it already too late? Sydney will risk everything to… 

piece herself, and the life she wants, back together again.



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Singleish by Elizabeth Butts

Singleish
by Elizabeth Butts
RELEASED: May 22, 2015

 

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ABOUT THE BOOK:

Singleish is the first book by indie author, Elizabeth Butts.

Singleish is all about Ashley, a woman who had gotten comfortable in her perfectly planned out life when it all blows up on her.  The love of her life decided he needed a break.  Wallowing in self-pity, ice cream and tons of wine; she and her crazy friend concoct a plan to help Ashley get her groove (and maybe her man) back.

Singleish is a very light and easy read, filled with humor that will have you smiling cover to cover.  It might get you a little misty eyed here and there, but mostly smiles.

 

 

 

Goodreads link for Singleish:  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25538484-singleish#other_reviews

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Ashley MacKillop has it all figured out. She has her boyfriend, a house, a good (if not exciting job). Everything is going according to plan, and everything is fitting into the nice, tidy, neat-freak boxes she’s created for herself.

Until he walks away. Until he says he needs a break. Until he says he’s done. But he forgot to break up with her. Was she part of a couple anymore? Was she single?

A red-wine fueled therapy session with her three closest friends has Ashley trying all sorts of things that force her to break out of her comfort zone and figure out who she is when there’s no man involved.

In the end, what defines a woman? Is it the man she’s with? Is it the friends she keeps? Is it the copious amounts of red wine that she consumes? Or is it who she is when no one is watching?

Will she decide she needs a man in her life? Will she even want him back if he were to come back?

 

 

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EXCERPT:

Laughing I stood up, and quietly started emptying our cooler.  I ran out to the ocean and filled it with the cool water of the Atlantic Ocean.  Quietly tiptoeing back, I stood so that I was between my friends.  In a quick move I poured the icy water on all three of them, laughing at their shrieks as I threw the cooler away and started running.

I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I’m pretty sure I heard the word “war”.

As I was running, I managed to run smack into a brick wall.  Or, at least that’s what it felt like.  When my back hit the sand I hissed, it was unreal how hot white sand could get.  I looked, shading my eyes and almost wet myself.  I was pretty darned certain that the vision that was before me, reaching out his hand, had posed for Michelangelo and boasted the name of David.  It was an hallelujah moment where I swear the angels were singing in the background.  Opening my eyes I saw turquoise eyes, blond hair and muscles.  Oh, so many muscles.  My lady parts started singing the Hallelujah Chorus along with the angels.  My lady parts seemed to have a mind of their own these days, and apparently they could sing in harmony.  It turned out that I had run into the frat boy volleyball game.  Mental happy dance.

My brick wall winked at me, and started to help me up.  I won’t lie, I did the damsel in distress thing.  Limp hand raised up to my knight in shining speedo.  I was expecting sweeping kiss, one that transported me to another place and time.  I was expecting an invitation to dinner, a wine and dine experience, that might possibly (would most definitely) end up in naked wrestling in the bedroom.  I should be exhibiting some level of shame.  I couldn’t even begin to issue a summons for that shame right now.  But then, my handsome ‘David’ looked up, his face went pale, and instead of whispering ‘mi amore’ he shouted “holy shit!”  Okay, that did not fit into my fantasy.  I tipped my head back, opened one eye and was treated to an upside down, monocle vision of my friends charging towards me.  I was screwed.

I felt myself pulled away from my handsome frat boy, my arms being pulled towards the water.  Damn, those women were strong.  Opening my eyes I saw Prince Charming waving goodbye to me somewhat sheepishly.  I flipped him off.  Bad Prince Charming.

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

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Elizabeth Butts is a 38 year old new author who only started writing in January 2015.

She lives in West Wareham, MA with her husband, Mike, and their twelve animals.  No, she has never seen the show ‘Hoarders’ and doesn’t understand why people keep asking her that.

She has been an avid reader since the age of three, and her mom always said she expected Beth would write a book.

A little gentle nudging (aka, serious kicking and shoving) from writer A. E. Murphy and Singleish was born.

One year after Singleish was started, Secondhand Purses is being published.

Elizabeth works full time as a Payroll and Benefits Manager for a popular restaurant company in Massachusetts, as well as a part time HR Manager for an Executive Functional Coaching company near Boston.  She volunteers at a local animal shelter.

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NEW RELEASE! Sarah Marsh – DARK REDEMPTION

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NEW RELEASE! Sarah Marsh – DARK REDEMPTION!

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Sofia Boon was ready to make changes in her life, but she didn’t see this coming…
Taking a chance, she finds the nerve to ask out her handsome neighbor, but when he doesn’t show up for their date, Sofia knocks on his door and meets a man claiming to be his roommate, and she soon realizes she’s made a horrible mistake.

Eitan Kent is a tortured man, haunted by a death he was unable to prevent…

Eitan believes he is unworthy of being loved. He buries himself in his work and takes a job to track down a wanted criminal, Ben Donovan. He locates Donovan’s apartment, but finds it empty—until Donovan’s “date” shows up.

Eitan doesn’t know what to make of sweet, curvy Sofia, but she’s the only lead he has…
Feeling he has no choice, Eitan decides to take her with him to see if she can somehow lead him to Donovan before it’s too late—or if her innocence is all an act and she’s involved in the bastard’s crimes.

Sofia is terrified and tries to explain to the dark stranger that she barely knows her neighbor and has no idea how to track him down, but Eitan knows exactly how to get the truth from her. Who knew a little torture could be so sweet?

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EXCERPT:

That rat bastard! She thought as she watched him stroll out of the room just as though nothing had happened. As if he hadn’t just gotten her so turned on that she thought she’d spontaneously combust and then just…left.

Sofia didn’t think about what she would have done if he’d tried to have sex with her. That would just ruin the fury she was currently riding. She should be relieved he hadn’t tried to force her. She should have been, logically speaking, but she had to admit to herself her overheated body was ready to beg for release and that her traitorous hormones were killing the rational part of her brain. Sofia knew it was crazy, but all she could think about right now was that the most satisfying way to get some relief was under her sexy captor. It was an issue that only got worse as he walked back into the room with a tray of food and all that beautiful, tanned bare skin.

“Here, let me help you sit up so you can eat,” he said, putting the tray down on the nightstand and moving closer, “Or would you rather wash up and use the bathroom first?”
“Bathroom first, please,” she said immediately, thinking she could follow his lead and get some satisfaction while cleaning up.

But clearly her eagerness must have given her away because he raised one eyebrow in challenge.

“Okay, but you have ten minutes to shower, and you are not allowed to touch yourself other than to get clean―am I understood?” he said in a firm tone as he leaned forward and undid her wrists.

“You’re going to watch me?” she asked, not quite certain if she was offended or turned on at the prospect. She wondered for a second why his firm tone seemed to excite her more than it should have.

“Do you want me to watch you?” he whispered low next to her ear, causing awareness to spread through her entire body.

Sofia was a little breathless at the thought of putting on the same show for him as he did for her, but in the end, her pride won out over the wanton need she felt inside.
“No,” she barely answered, and it sounded weak even to her ears.

His deep chuckle at her answer made her nipples peak even more, and she was almost disappointed when he leaned back and pushed the timer on his watch.
“You’ve got ten minutes, Sofia. Then I come in and get you.”

Sofia had never used the washroom and showered so fast in all her life, she got done with barely a minute to spare as she put her bra and underwear back on and then wrapped herself in a big fluffy towel before she walked back out into the room.

“You can keep the towel until you’ve eaten, then it’s off,” he said once he saw her.
She’d take that small win, and she took her sweet ass time eating as well until he finally took the tray away after she’d spent five minutes chewing a single piece of melon.
“Now are you going to make this difficult on both of us or are you going to behave?” he said as he motioned toward the wrist cuffs once again.

She thought about it, but there was nothing she could do against his superior strength, so she begrudgingly laid back against the padded headboard and raised her wrists.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked quietly. “I told you everything I know already.”

“Well, I’ll see about that soon enough, won’t I?” was all he said in reply as he fastened the cuffs and picked up the tray before he left the room.

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By the time Eitan had gotten the kitchen cleaned up from breakfast and returned to the bedroom, he was already half hard from replaying how she’d looked watching him come in the shower. He thought about putting on a pair of jeans, but why bother? He certainly wasn’t ashamed for her to see how she affected him and she sure as hell didn’t seem to be put off by his body, so he may as well use that to his advantage, right?

“Ready for the ankle cuffs?” he asked as he entered the room.

He saw her swallow hard and move her legs tighter together.

“Why do you have to?” she asked with a worried look. “Are you going to touch me?”

“You don’t want me to touch you?” he challenged, already knowing her body didn’t have any arguments.

“Of course I don’t want you to touch me!” she answered, clearly trying to sound offended that he’d suggest such a thing, “I don’t even know your name!”

“Well, that’s easy enough to remedy,” he said as he placed one knee on the bed and pulled up the first ankle cuff. “My name is Eitan. Now give me your leg, Sofia.”

He could tell she was surprised he’d given her his name, and to be truthful, he was a bit surprised by that himself. But the more he thought about his name on her lips as she moaned her pleasure, the harder his cock got. He was doing all sorts of things with this little captive that seemed to be breaking his rules, and Eitan wasn’t sure he really cared.
When she tentatively placed her little foot in his hand, he quickly attached the cuff and then slowly ran his fingers over the softness of her skin. Clearly she waxed her legs as the skin was still supple and hair free. That thought made him more aware of the noticeably smooth skin under those pretty purple panties, and his mouth watered as he imagined how soft it would feel under his tongue. As he fastened the second cuff and her legs moved further apart, it was all he could do not to crawl up her body and relieve her of those panties just as he’d fantasized about doing in the shower this morning. It was then that he finally had to admit to himself that this interrogation was probably going to be more difficult for him than it was going to be for her…because his self-control was already bucking to be let loose.

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Author Bio:

Sarah Marsh was born in British Columbia where she still lives, she has only recently began her writing career finding it the perfect outlet for taking the edge off a nine to five office job. She’s been a science fiction and romance junkie for years and when her imagination started to take the characters she’d read about even further in their adventures she decided to try writing something of her own.

Sarah’s also a former pastry chef and spends a lot of time cooking and baking for friends and family as well as painting and knitting. Her biggest weaknesses are animals of any kind…she even loves the ones that wake you up at four in the morning because they can almost see the bottom of their food dish.

When it comes to life in general she’s a big believer that laughter is the best medicine and that there’s no such thing as too much love, which is why she’s such a sucker for a happy ending.

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T.S. Iron’s New Release

 

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Do you like smokin’ hot, taboo short stories? Then we have got a sale for you!
The very naughty author T. S. Irons is preparing to release Brat Out of Hell, the short story follow up to Stepdaddy Dom. To celebrate this event, she is putting all her books on sale for .99¢ This sale runs August 22 – August 28.
Let us show you what she has, but be warned, these titles may cause your e-Reader to melt!

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Stepdaddy Dom (Step Dom) –
An erotic taboo tale  by T.S. Irons
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My life was almost perfect. I had a job I loved that made me a ton of money. I had the perfect wife who was sexy, smart, and loved to play games in the bedroom. And then there was Riley, my eighteen-year-old stepdaughter, the bane of my existence. She was a spoiled brat that needed to be taught a lesson, and I was going to bend her into submission.

 

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Step-daddy said I was a spoiled brat and needed to be taught a lesson. Well, two can play that game. If he wouldn’t play with me, I’d find someone else to take the dungeon. I didn’t plan on getting caught. Next, I was kicked out of the house, landed on the doorstep of the Church of the Brotherly Bonds. Pastor Damian was too hot to be a man of the cloth. Seeking salvation has never been more fun.

 

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They say everything is bigger in Texas. I witnessed it first hand: the men, egos, and lifestyles. I was smack dab in the middle of it. My name is Cassandra Wade. I gave up a successful modeling career to be the trophy wife of Jackson Wade, the famous oil magnate. It would have been great if it weren’t for Jackson’s twin sons, Derek and Damon. They were polar opposites: the angel and the devil incarnate. While Jackson offered me security, Derek and Damon offered something very different. Something I tried to resist, but the urge and desire was too strong and I succumbed to temptation. What will happen if Jackson finds out? It’s sure to be an epic battle of wills because losing isn’t a word the Wade men tolerate.

 

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My wicked stepsister—a tale of lust, seduction and surrender.

 

Drew Reynolds was the most beautiful woman in the world to me. We grew up together, and I’ve watched out for her since we were children. She was the Hollywood “It” Girl—flirty, outrageous, and always in trouble.
I’ve been her protector, her rock, her savior. I also happened to be her stepbrother, and completely infatuated with her.

 

Growing up in Hollywood, we’ve always had an unconventional family. Nothing is ever as it seems. When the lines between reality and fantasy become blurred, what’s a guy to do?
Should I push aside my feelings of desire or cross a line I’m not sure either one of us can come back from?

 

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Revelations is a full length novel

 

 

 

I lead a charmed life on the Upper East Side of New York with a doting daddy who adored me.
Then one day it all came to a screeching halt. I escaped the only life I had known. In a new town with a new identity and no friends, I had two choices—wallow in pity or embrace my new life and the possibilities it could bring me. With the FBI in pursuit, I decided to stop worrying about things I had no control over.
I was free from the proper, privileged life I had lived. I was also free of a very boring, uptight boyfriend whose idea of sex was five minutes in missionary position followed by a shower to clean himself off. Now I could take a journey and follow my own sexual urges.
It was all fun and games until Patrick Shannon showed up with a beer and pizza and wanted to talk, which lead to him spending the night. As feelings brewed beneath the surface and the FBI closed in, I grew anxious. Should I take a chance with Shannon, who pissed me off just as much as he excited me? Or should I flee the man I was falling for to stay one step ahead of the FBI?

 

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She lives in Pennsylvania with her sexy husband and their crazy dog.
Her published works include Stepdaddy Dom (Step-Dom), Sibling Rivalry and My Wicked Stepsister.

 

Twitter: @TSIrons1

 

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NEW RELEASE! Sarah Marsh – DARK REDEMPTION!

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NEW RELEASE! Sarah Marsh – DARK REDEMPTION!

Available now!

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Blurb:

Sofia Boon was ready to make changes in her life, but she didn’t see this coming…
Taking a chance, she finds the nerve to ask out her handsome neighbor, but when he doesn’t show up for their date, Sofia knocks on his door and meets a man claiming to be his roommate, and she soon realizes she’s made a horrible mistake.

Eitan Kent is a tortured man, haunted by a death he was unable to prevent…

Eitan believes he is unworthy of being loved. He buries himself in his work and takes a job to track down a wanted criminal, Ben Donovan. He locates Donovan’s apartment, but finds it empty—until Donovan’s “date” shows up.

Eitan doesn’t know what to make of sweet, curvy Sofia, but she’s the only lead he has…
Feeling he has no choice, Eitan decides to take her with him to see if she can somehow lead him to Donovan before it’s too late—or if her innocence is all an act and she’s involved in the bastard’s crimes.

Sofia is terrified and tries to explain to the dark stranger that she barely knows her neighbor and has no idea how to track him down, but Eitan knows exactly how to get the truth from her. Who knew a little torture could be so sweet?

Tag: “Who says it’s always the damsel who needs to be rescued?”

Purchase Links:
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2bjci5d
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2bhrazu
#Amazon #KU #KindleUnlimited #Paperback #eBook

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EXCERPT:

That rat bastard! She thought as she watched him stroll out of the room just as though nothing had happened. As if he hadn’t just gotten her so turned on that she thought she’d spontaneously combust and then just…left.

Sofia didn’t think about what she would have done if he’d tried to have sex with her. That would just ruin the fury she was currently riding. She should be relieved he hadn’t tried to force her. She should have been, logically speaking, but she had to admit to herself her overheated body was ready to beg for release and that her traitorous hormones were killing the rational part of her brain. Sofia knew it was crazy, but all she could think about right now was that the most satisfying way to get some relief was under her sexy captor. It was an issue that only got worse as he walked back into the room with a tray of food and all that beautiful, tanned bare skin.

“Here, let me help you sit up so you can eat,” he said, putting the tray down on the nightstand and moving closer, “Or would you rather wash up and use the bathroom first?”
“Bathroom first, please,” she said immediately, thinking she could follow his lead and get some satisfaction while cleaning up.

But clearly her eagerness must have given her away because he raised one eyebrow in challenge.

“Okay, but you have ten minutes to shower, and you are not allowed to touch yourself other than to get clean―am I understood?” he said in a firm tone as he leaned forward and undid her wrists.

“You’re going to watch me?” she asked, not quite certain if she was offended or turned on at the prospect. She wondered for a second why his firm tone seemed to excite her more than it should have.

“Do you want me to watch you?” he whispered low next to her ear, causing awareness to spread through her entire body.

Sofia was a little breathless at the thought of putting on the same show for him as he did for her, but in the end, her pride won out over the wanton need she felt inside.
“No,” she barely answered, and it sounded weak even to her ears.

His deep chuckle at her answer made her nipples peak even more, and she was almost disappointed when he leaned back and pushed the timer on his watch.
“You’ve got ten minutes, Sofia. Then I come in and get you.”

Sofia had never used the washroom and showered so fast in all her life, she got done with barely a minute to spare as she put her bra and underwear back on and then wrapped herself in a big fluffy towel before she walked back out into the room.

“You can keep the towel until you’ve eaten, then it’s off,” he said once he saw her.
She’d take that small win, and she took her sweet ass time eating as well until he finally took the tray away after she’d spent five minutes chewing a single piece of melon.
“Now are you going to make this difficult on both of us or are you going to behave?” he said as he motioned toward the wrist cuffs once again.

She thought about it, but there was nothing she could do against his superior strength, so she begrudgingly laid back against the padded headboard and raised her wrists.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked quietly. “I told you everything I know already.”

“Well, I’ll see about that soon enough, won’t I?” was all he said in reply as he fastened the cuffs and picked up the tray before he left the room.

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By the time Eitan had gotten the kitchen cleaned up from breakfast and returned to the bedroom, he was already half hard from replaying how she’d looked watching him come in the shower. He thought about putting on a pair of jeans, but why bother? He certainly wasn’t ashamed for her to see how she affected him and she sure as hell didn’t seem to be put off by his body, so he may as well use that to his advantage, right?

“Ready for the ankle cuffs?” he asked as he entered the room.

He saw her swallow hard and move her legs tighter together.

“Why do you have to?” she asked with a worried look. “Are you going to touch me?”

“You don’t want me to touch you?” he challenged, already knowing her body didn’t have any arguments.

“Of course I don’t want you to touch me!” she answered, clearly trying to sound offended that he’d suggest such a thing, “I don’t even know your name!”

“Well, that’s easy enough to remedy,” he said as he placed one knee on the bed and pulled up the first ankle cuff. “My name is Eitan. Now give me your leg, Sofia.”

He could tell she was surprised he’d given her his name, and to be truthful, he was a bit surprised by that himself. But the more he thought about his name on her lips as she moaned her pleasure, the harder his cock got. He was doing all sorts of things with this little captive that seemed to be breaking his rules, and Eitan wasn’t sure he really cared.
When she tentatively placed her little foot in his hand, he quickly attached the cuff and then slowly ran his fingers over the softness of her skin. Clearly she waxed her legs as the skin was still supple and hair free. That thought made him more aware of the noticeably smooth skin under those pretty purple panties, and his mouth watered as he imagined how soft it would feel under his tongue. As he fastened the second cuff and her legs moved further apart, it was all he could do not to crawl up her body and relieve her of those panties just as he’d fantasized about doing in the shower this morning. It was then that he finally had to admit to himself that this interrogation was probably going to be more difficult for him than it was going to be for her…because his self-control was already bucking to be let loose.

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Sarah Marsh was born in British Columbia where she still lives, she has only recently began her writing career finding it the perfect outlet for taking the edge off a nine to five office job. She’s been a science fiction and romance junkie for years and when her imagination started to take the characters she’d read about even further in their adventures she decided to try writing something of her own.

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When it comes to life in general she’s a big believer that laughter is the best medicine and that there’s no such thing as too much love, which is why she’s such a sucker for a happy ending.

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Finding Rachel by H.J. Harley

 

 

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by H.J. Harley
Rachel Fallon is gone. With everything changing at a pace she can’t control, she isn’t sure whose life she’s living anymore. Is this the life she wants or the life everybody else wants for her? When Rachel decides to leave her fiance, Tyler, and best friend, Jordie, behind, the journey to rediscovering herself takes her places that she never expected. It also leads her to meet someone who could be everything she wants. Her choices aren’t easy ones and will bring her laughs, tears and heartbreak regardless of what she decides. All that matters is she’s finally Finding Rachel.
The driver got out to greet me.
“Miss Fallon.” He nodded his head. “I’m Decker …” he began, but I walked right past him and opened the back door to get in. He waited until I shut it, then climbed back into the driver’s seat and looked at me in the rear view mirror.
“As I was saying, I’m Decker. I’ll be your driver.”
“Great, got it, you‘re Frank’s monkey boy,” I snapped at him. “Can you just take me to the hotel or wherever the hell it is I’m staying? Thanks.”
He put the truck in drive, but we remained idle. “Okay then. Is there anything you need to get before we go to wherever the hell it is you‘re staying? Would you like to stop anywhere to pickup lunch?”
I wasn’t paying attention to a damn word that man was saying. I was zoned out looking at the picture of Tyler and me. It was my favorite one …
“Are you high?” Decker asked.
“What? No? Why would you ask me that? Not like it’s any of your fucking business if I was,” I shot back at him, whipping my sunglasses off my face.
“Great, now that I have your attention, how about you let me know if you need to stop anywhere before getting to your destination. I’ll keep it simple for you … a head nod or some sort of gesture will suffice,” he teased.
“I’ve got a gesture for you,” I went back at him. I flipped him off, but down low where I thought he wouldn’t see it.
“Ahh, dammit.” He gave an exaggerated frown. “Frank bet me twenty bucks you’d give me some inappropriate answer or gesture within the first three minutes of meeting. I bet him you wouldn’t. I’m a benefit of the doubt kind of guy. You almost made it. Two minutes and thirty three seconds.” He picked up this phone and showed me the stopwatch timer.  
“Just drive, please.” I put my glasses on, and a small laugh escaped my lips.
“There we go. See, isn’t that better than being a cranky pants?” In the rear view, I could see a hint of playfulness in his eyes. “You‘re in Miami. It’s beautiful.”
“Yes, you‘re one hundred percent correct, so much better. Now go.” Again letting out a small laugh. I failed miserably at my attempt to be demanding.
“What’s the magic word?”
Holy shit, man. You‘re like the worst employee of all employees on this planet. Please drive me somewhere besides crazy.” I begged.
“There we go. Another milestone. You survived being pleasant.” He began to drive off.
              
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A bold and independent free spirit from the foster system of small town South Carolina, Lily is a survivor with skeletons in her closet. She knows what she wants and how to get it. And a spoiled rich playboy is not part of her plan- but Ry is irresistible.

Steamy, exciting and beautifully written, this dramatic romance will appeal to fans of Sylvia Day.

Book One in the Holy City Romance series about a wild and fun-loving group of twenty-somethings in Charleston, South Carolina.         

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“The masterpiece of my life was having learned how to glass myself inward, burying my heart so deep I didn’t even know where it was buried.” – Lily Inoue

Lily is a bold, passionate free thinker from small town South Carolina. Fiercely self reliant, the same strength that helped Lily survive a traumatic upbringing makes it difficult for her to trust anyone, especially Ry Calhoun. When Ry’s political obligations and Lily’s rising notoriety in Charleston threaten their relationship, Lily arrives into her most reckless act yet- and at incredible cost.

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The only way this lush, ultra-deluxe festivity gets any nicer is if you can get Ry to hand-churn while you watch.

Place glasses in the freezer to chill for 30 minutes. 

Make out wildly on the kitchen counter.

Pour ice cream, milk, ice cubes, bourbon and chocolate syrup into a blender and whirl.

Try before you pour- the milkshake should be thick enough to be fed to you by Ry with a spoon, so if it seems thin, add more ice cream and blend again while Ry wraps you up in his arms.

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I fitted my leg around Ry’s so that there was nothing between us but my panties and his linen pants, and he kissed me so savagely it sucked the air from my chest.

Oh, I wanted him deep inside me.

“I want to get on my knees for you,” Ry said, and everything in me tightened at the cultured, raspy purr of his voice.

“I think I’d like to see you on your knees,” I said, my voice raw and strange.

Ry, paused, smiling, his eyes slitted with lust.  He kissed me differently then, with slow, lush slides of his tongue that made me ache to feel his mouth between my legs.

“Mm…”

His fingers curved roughly down around the front of my thigh, pushing the silky fabric of my dress up as he hunted towards my panties, lingering at the hem teasingly.  His eyes danced, watching mine, as I moaned.  My hips curled towards his and I felt the tips of his fingers slip beneath my panties.

I was the wettest I’d been in all my life, as if the whole center of me had melted into hot, silky lava.  I cried out, pressing into his touch, plunging Ry’s fingers deep inside me, and he began to stroke with searing accuracy, the expression on his face both hot and tender.

“Ohhh,” I said, hanging from his sweet mouth.  I stared up at the stars, crying out as their light slurred down over us.

I felt a fullness in me beginning to build, felt myself dizzily falling back, but Ry caught me in his other arm, propping me there against the wall as he drove his fingers into me again and again, rhythmic, relentless.  His knuckles bit perfectly into my clit as he worked the tiny apple of sensitive flesh inside me.  I almost screamed, feeling my orgasm flood forwards.

“You want to come for me?” Ry murmured, pressing his face into my hair possessively.  I bit his shoulder, trying to stifle my cries.  This sweet, layered agony-

“I want to come for you,” I gasped, “Please, please.”

“Come for me, Lily,” Ry said, pressing himself close as his fingers continued to work inside me, and I let the sensation crash through the gates of me, washing through again and again as I fell bonelessly against him, jerking a little with the aftershocks.

Ry smiled wolfishly, his eyes pale in the moonlight, their contrast delicious beneath his dark tan, his dark eyebrows.  I thrilled again at how little there was between us, even as it terrified me how helplessly I’d fallen for him.  I threw my arms around Ry’s neck, burying my face in his soft hair, locking my legs around his waist.

“You could make me do anything you want,” I said, softly.

He pinned me back against the wall again, his eyes shining.  The fullness of his cock against me sent another shockwave through my body, and I leaned back, shivering with his touch, looking up at him.

“I’m drunk with you,” I whispered.

Ry began to grind into me, moaning in a low, strangled voice that made all the hair on my body lift with arousal.  We kissed again so hungrily I thought we’d slide down and fuck there on the rough cobble stones.

But he put me down gently and led me by the hand through the gate.  I followed, tugging my dress down.  We were laughing soundlessly again, still a little breathless, and when we stopped at the door, Ry held his hand to his face and closed his eyes, breathing in the smell of me on his hand.

His eyes rolled slightly with pleasure, and then he bumped open the door with his hip, tugging me inside.

The silence of the house instantly folded around us.  It felt different to kiss him there, in that unfamiliar dark.  Ry lifted me off my feet against him and then sat me onto the kitchen counter, burying his face against my breasts.  He squeezed my breasts savagely, until they began to feel heavy and swollen.  Then he bit and sucked at my nipples through the wet silk of my dress.

The hot darts of pain made me hiss with lust.

“I need to make you come again, Lily,” he said, his hands forcing insistently between my thighs.

“I can’t, I can’t so soon,” I said, trying to close my legs, but he forced them apart with a strength that just rode the edge of violence.  Ry sank his face into me hungrily, taking my hips firmly into his hands, the pressure from his fingers spreading my flesh so that the center of me was all the more bared to him as he opened his mouth against me.

I gasped, so slippery wet that I was soaked all down my thighs, my body begging to sheath him even as it couldn’t take any more arousal.  My senses were so exquisitely tortured that I was afraid I’d pee on his lovely, hard-sculptured face.

But Ry’s tongue began to work in expert, slow circles against my clit.  One of his hands found its way warmly between my thighs, drawing me tight, stretching me raw.  I bucked against his face, my hands clawing at the counter.

“Please please no,” I said, “I can’t, I can’t take this-”

Ry held me steady, the hot, hard velvet of his tongue relentless against my swollen achy flesh, his eyes locking on mine greedily.  My nerves sizzled raw.  I felt microscopic shooting stars race up the insides of my thighs as he stroked at me continually, restlessly, brinking me to orgasm, letting me slide back down again.  I was panting with lust, both our bodies misted wet with sweat.  I could see droplets of it on my bared thighs, on the backs of his forearms, his neck.

Ry’s eyes glinted mischievously; he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

That turned me on all the more, even as it made me wildly jealous to know all the women he must have perfected his skills on.  Every dial on my body was cranked farther than I’d ever dreamed I could go.  The bliss of it was tortuous, unending.  With every raw swirl of my nerves, I felt myself sucked all the deeper into his orbit, losing any control I’d ever imagined I’d had.

And then finally, Ry Calhoun decided to let me come.  He sucked me up to the precipice of orgasm again, but this time dropped me over the edge with a hard lick.  He stuck his tongue inside me as I came in a long, rolling orgasm around him.

“Oh god, oh god-”  My cries were animal now, my body so wet that I slid on the counter.  Ry dug further into me, his fingers opening me deeply.  The effect was shattering.  I lost my mind, bucking wildly, and almost blacked out with pleasure.  He lifted my legs up onto the counter so I was securely supported as I pulsed hard and then began to sob, utterly released.

Ry moved his face back and forth as light as a butterfly on my thighs, tracing up my electrically lit body with his mouth, pausing gently at my tortured breasts, and then again at my lips.

As I curled inwards, he leaned over me, kissing me sweetly while I sobbed with relief, the gentleness of his kisses smoothing my ragged sense while his hands continued to stroke me lightly.  After a moment, he pulled back, biting his lips, as if tasting me again.  I looked up at him, too limp to move or speak.

“Now,” he said, “I’m going to fuck you to death.”

I couldn’t even speak English anymore.

I shook my head, trying to move away from him and his vampiric ecstasy.  But even as I was overcome, I still felt a clawing, insatiable need for his body.  Ry was like some unnameable drug; I was hopelessly addicted.

He began to unbutton his shirt, revealing the tight cut of his abdominals and upper arms.  The immediate bolt of lust I felt for his touch drove home how much he already owned me.  Ry tossed his shirt to one side, pulling me by one leg open to him again, and undid his pants.

His cock was enormous.

“I’m going to make you come so hard you can’t walk,” Ry said, darkly, pulling me into him like a slack doll.  “You’ll have to stay here with me.  Then I’m gonna nail you all morning…”  His mouth on mine was like hot stone, and I couldn’t resist kissing him back, feeling myself heat up for him all over again as he slid me down to his cock.  He ran his thumb inside me again, drawing my skin taut so savagely that I cried out and fell against him, raw and exquisitely stretched.

I throbbed with grinding lust, pulling myself upright again.

“Come fuck me.”

Ry drove himself inside me with a force that made me see stars, fitting his mouth over mine in one of his hungry, soul-sucking kisses, and I wanted all of it; I wanted him to batter me loose, fuck me to death, I didn’t care.

It felt so good that I couldn’t feel anything of myself anymore except a sheer, shooting, bodiless pleasure.

Our bodies were both drenched now, and it felt so good to clutch his hard, naked skin, to see the flash of his tattoo under my hand as I rode his thick cock to Kingdom Come.  I let my head fall back, wanging it hard on the cupboards, but it didn’t matter.  Nothing mattered except-

I heard someone clear his throat in the doorway.

My eyes snapped open.

Silhouetted in the dim light from the street, an old man stood in the kitchen doorway.  He was coolly drinking a cup of tea, his robe loosely belted so I could see the crisp white hair on his chest; his face was craggy and seamed from a lifetime of too much sun and rich food.

Even though his thick white hair was crazed on one side, as if he’d been unable to sleep and now was wandering aimlessly around the mansion, I recognized his face from the oil portrait I’d seen the day before.

Mr. Calhoun.

He was watching us as if we were stray dogs he’d caught fucking in his house for the thirtieth time.  “Christ, another one?” Mr. Calhoun said, finally.  He went back out into the hallway.

Another one.

What did I expect?

But my heart sank through the floor and dissolved.  I was humiliated.

I’d been more emotionally exposed than I’d ever felt in my life- and just as suddenly, all the new flowerings in me folded up and died off.

I shoved Ry away, trying to cover myself with the damp ruins of my dress.  But Ry had already half-turned, zipping up his pants hastily in a way that filled me with disgust.

“Dad-!” Ry said, rushing after him.  Then, torn, he whirled in the doorway, heading back towards me.  “Lily, wait here.  Dad!”

But I was already out the door.

Ry chased me outside.  “Please, please, you don’t understand.  He didn’t mean it like it sounded-”

I was crying, and furious with myself for crying.  “I do, I understand you perfectly.  You just want-you just wanted to get laid.”

Ry tried to kiss me, to take me into his arms.  I wouldn’t let him.

“Baby, don’t you remember any of the things we’ve said?  How I’ve made you feel?” Ry said.  “I know you feel this, too, I know you do, I could feel it.  Everything in you answers everything in me, Lily.  You keep forgetting all of that whenever something-”

“Bullshit!  I can’t believe anything you say!  I can’t believe any of this; I don’t know who the fuck you are- why are you being so fucking nice to me, anyway?  I don’t like people doing things for me, remember?  You know why?  Because I can’t fucking trust anybody!  I don’t trust you, I can’t, I won’t!”

Somehow, I was screaming.

“Lily, enough!”  His voice cracked my name like a pistol shot.  I felt my body respond to the command in his voice, instantly hating myself for it.

“Don’t.  Just don’t.  All right?” I said.

“At least let me walk you to your-”

“Don’t fucking touch me.  I don’t want you to follow me, I don’t want you to touch me.  Leave me alone!”

I ran into the dark.

I drove home with all my windows down, needing air in my face.

Cold, clean air.  Hungry black air.  Anything to wash away the electricity, the unrelenting connection that still remained like an

unbroken thread between me and Ry Calhoun.  No matter how far away I was from him.

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Author – Kathleen Kelly
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A Casino. A Rival MC. A Mob Family.

Dane, President of the Savage Angels MC Tourmaline Chapter sends Rebel to Las Vegas to negotiate their purchase of a casino. When the local Mob Family in Vegas feels threatened by their presence, a rival MC, The Dark Warriors step in to protect what they consider their territory.

The Warriors are a ruthless club who will stop at nothing in their pursuit of power.
An innocent woman catches Rebel’s attention which serves to give the Warriors a brand new target. Ruby is caught in the crossfire and with a rat in the mix, all bets are off. Will Rebel be able to save his woman and close the Casino deal or will he lose it all to the Dark Warriors?

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Kathleen enjoys writing contemporary, romance novels with a little bit of erotica. She draws her inspiration from family, friends and the people around her. She can often be found in cafes writing and observing the locals.
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