pre-order

Time to Write-Lynn Chantale

Happy New Year and all that jazz. This year started off well enough. Already our family is dealing with the death of a couple of beloved family members. That’s the bad news. The good news — yes, there’s good news — is I’m writing again.

I’ve a few projects to finish. A really cool thing that’s happening is I’m writing for a Web series slated to debut in March. While I’m taking the next six weeks off from school. I plan to make good use of that time. I managed a day job. I’m a blogger now. Pretty cool and not the direction I saw my writing career going.

However, I haven’t forgotten my roots. Romance is in my blood, even if I’m not romantic. So I got to poking around my laptop and realized I had a Valentine’s story waiting to be re-released. Remember The Designer’s Bride? It’s okay if you don’t. It was in an anthology a few years ago and the publisher closed that same year. Anyway, it’s up on Amazon for pre-order and I was able to add back the paragraph that was cut because it was too erotic.

Here’s a little snippet of The Designer’s Bride.

Jordan has planned the perfect wedding, only one catch, the bride hasn’t said yes.

Pre-Order Link: Amazon

51znb9bhazl-_sx312_bo1204203200_

Jordan Carlisle wore a groove in the oak floor, the glossy finish scuffing each time he rocked back on his heels to change directions or paused to mutter. He frowned, turning his attention to the outdoors and away from the small box in his hand. A perpetual flow of white poured from the sky. The crisp, clean scent of winter air drifted through the open window and a few flakes settled on the sill. He hoped Elisabeth wasn’t out in this weather. But he couldn’t wait to see her.

The past two weeks of missing the love of his life had been sheer hell. Even with the numerous fashion shows, gathering samples, or being interviewed by various media outlets, he still felt the pang of her absence. Emails and video-conferencing couldn’t diminish the ache of loneliness. Traveling was part of being a successful clothing designer, but what he really wanted was to hold Elisabeth close to his heart, and whisper how much he loved her in her ear. Of course, if she was naked and beneath him, all the better.

Jordan had sent her flowers this morning. She had yet to let him know if she received them. If anything, he hoped she remembered the last time he gave her roses. A smile creased his lips. He couldn’t wait to see her…which brought him back to the box in his hand. This evening needed to be special. No matter what else happened, their time together had to be perfect. Maybe once he proposed and Elisabeth accepted, her father would leave her alone.

He drew in a breath. “Women are to be cherished and respected.  Pampered and pleased.  Never made to cry and above all else, loved beyond any rational belief.” He ran his agitated fingers over his close-cropped curls, sighing. Those words were so lame.

The hinge creaked when he opened the lid and stared at the three-stone, Asscher-cut diamond. Tiny baguettes framed the center jewel, making the brilliance and fire of the ring much more potent. Elisabeth made him feel like this ring, endless, classy, and rich. He closed the lid with a snap and resumed pacing. He loved her. He knew from the first time he laid eyes on her, but would she still love him after she learned the truth?

Pre-Order Link: Amazon

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires

Lynn Chantale

 

Categories: Excerpt, holiday, pre-order, Uncategorized | Tags: , , , , , | Leave a comment

Exclusive First Chapter of Lucan by Kim Black – Reckless Anthology

Hey All! I have been dying to share my piece for the Reckless Anthology and I am so happy to be able to give you all a pre-view!

This piece is completely different from anything I’ve written before.

I hope that you all enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

 

CHAPTER ONE

Thamar

“Day one hundred and thirty six,” I mumble to myself as I gingerly cross from the bedroom into the bathroom. That is the number of days I have been in remission since beginning my new treatment plan with my doctors.

It has been a long road, but somehow—through much research, tears and groveling to the big guy upstairs—I have finally found a way to keep my condition in check. Or, at least, somewhat in check.

Remission for me dO’t mean that I didn’t still get the occasional lump here and there, but for the most part I have gotten my HS in control. Who would have thought?

My secret? Stress free living and a new diet regimen that seems to be keeping whatever triggers that had plagued me for years at bay. It’s a tough route to take and many HS sufferers don’t even consider doing what I do, but I have made the choice to try this plan. So far, it’s been beneficial, although I am so dying for a slice of pizza or my favorite… Vanilla bean ice cream.

The change of my diet has been the roughest on me. I have always been a very picky eater, but nonetheless, I am a foodie through and through. There is nothing like a good bacon cheeseburger or the right Caribbean style bake macaroni and cheese. All my absolute favs, but I can’t have any of it.

Why? Because of fucking HS.

Many people aren’t even familiar with the disease and those who suffer from it tend to be a bit embarrassed by it. I happen to be one of those people. Nothing is more embarrassing than having a huge abscess like golf ball between your legs or under your arm. Or when it’s so bad that you can’t even close your legs and walk.

How the hell do you explain it to people? I can’t really say, ‘Oh, I’m walking like this because there is a huge baseball sized lump in between my legs, right next to my lady bits.’ Yeah, right!

I don’t bother explaining anymore. I just ignore the stares when I get a flare up and silently curse them out because they are all normal and have never dealt with such a debilitating disease that shows no signs of ever being cured. No, I am not going to explain any of it to anyone anymore.

I even stopped dating a few years ago. Really, what the hell is the point? What man would want to deal with the fact that you can’t always have sex and that you are in pain all the time? That’s way too much to ask of anyone. So, I have decided to just remain single.

It’s not so bad, really. I mean, it would be nice to have someone that understands all that I am going through while fighting this disease. But after my ex broke up with me and specifically told me that he just couldn’t handle my being sick all the time, I figured I’d better cut my loses and fit myself for a chastity belt made of reinforced steel.

As I turn on the water in the bathroom, I sigh as I think back to how much Jason had hurt me. We’d only been going together for a few months, nothing too serious really so I wasn’t upset about it ending. It was the reasons behind the break up that messed me up. It still affects me till this day if I am to be very honest with myself.

But in the end, I realize now that he had done me a favor and made me see how selfish it is to take someone else down this journey through HS with me. It’s my disease, my broken body and I have to deal with it on my own.

Shortly after starting my new regimen, I quit my job. I loved being an accountant for one of the biggest banks in New York, but the stress of the job proves to be too much on my body. Often times, I would get three or four HS flare ups, making just getting out of the bed difficult. So, despite the fact that I had no means of making money doing anything else, I resigned.

Three months later, I began working from home as a virtual assistant for a few small businesses in the Brooklyn – Bedford Stuyvesant area. It isn’t as fast pace and hectic as my last job, but it pays the bills and that’s all I can ask for.

Stepping out of the shower, I make my way back to my bedroom, opening the top draw to my dresser and pull out my daytime pajama set. I chuckle as I throw it on, since it makes absolutely no sense to have two different levels of pajamas. But since I rarely leave the apartment, I feel the need to differentiate between the PJs I wear during the day while I worked and the ones I wear at night to go to bed. It’s silly, I know, but it works for me and that’s all that matters.

Strolling to the kitchen, I hit the button on the coffee machine and go through the process of starting up my computer. I have a lot of work ahead of me today and only eight hours to get it done. Two of the companies I work with have recently began increasing their revenues, which in turn mean more work for me, organizing all their documents and spreadsheets.

Once the computer is turned on, I head back to the retrieve my coffee as there is absolutely no way I can start my day without it—even if it’s the decaffeinated stuff. Freaking HS took that away from me too. Still, I pretend it’s the good stuff and need it just as much as I would the real deal.

Pouring the dark liquid into my ‘Hello Kitty’ cup, I mentally do a rundown of my to-do list, reorganizing in my mind what takes priority. Placing the glass coffee decanter back, I reach for the refrigerator to retrieve some vanilla soy milk. Looking on the both the top shelf and the side compartments of the door, I groan when I realize that I have run out.

Closing the refrigerator door, I eye the dark liquid in my cup suspiciously. I’d never been one to drink black coffee, but I wonder if my dislike for the taste will win over having to go to the grocery store.

I bring the cup closer to my face, smelling it and then blowing on it gently, all the while mentally preparing myself.

Just pretend it’s not black, I tell myself just as I bring the mug to my lips and tip it over only to immediately twirl around and spit it back up into the sink.

“Shit,” I grumble as I place the mug down on the kitchen island and make my way back to my bedroom.

Looks like I have to head to the store first before beginning my work day. Trust me, my employers will thank me for it. There is nothing worse than me without my morning Joe crunching numbers in excel.

~~~

Lucan

The tension in the air intensifies as Petrov advances to the center of the room. His posture is straight, his steel blue eyes void of all emotion and his moves are purposeful.

Straightaway, Vladimir and his men are on high alert, standing around the dimly lit room awaiting to hear the purpose of this impromptu meeting. Each knows that Petrov is not a man to request your presence without cause, as speaking to anyone below the rank of Vladimir is beneath him and for the others to be called in meant the boss is not happy.

I look around the room, and take in the selected few before us. The air of the room is charged in anticipation and wariness. I know something isn’t right. From the second I was called in this morning, my stomach has been churning.

On the rare occasions Petrov has called a meeting, it has never ended well—almost always ending in bloodshed. So it isn’t a matter of what he has to say tonight. No, it’s a matter of who would die and why. But that isn’t what bothers me as I stand to the right of Petrov, and Alexandrov—aka Alexander, his brother, to his left.

I’ve spent the last ten years working for The Petrov Crime Family, one of the most ruthless Russian organizations in New York. I’d started as a Byki, a bodyguard under the Vor, Vladimir, a man as heartless as a stone. This is where Petrov started most men. Only with Vladimir’s seal of approval did you advance.

Swarm too much and you were killed. Seem too eager and you were also killed. He only picks the best of the best and after working under him for three years, I’d been advanced to a contractor. Lethal, brutal and the best. This earned me favor with Vladimir and then finally with Petrov.

Faithfully, I served Petrov until my talents and skills positioned me to where I am today—the place I’d set my sights on from the time I’d entered the family. As Petrov’s Councilor or the Sovietnik as the Russians calls it, I am his right hand man.

Standing beside Petrov as his second in command, despite the fact that I am not a full blown Russian—a transgression Alexander seems to hold against me at every cause—I am not in the position where a meeting is called without my knowledge. The fact that I too am left in the dark does not sit well with me, but of course this is of no concern to Petrov. And so, I keep my mouth shut and my eyes and ears open.

“Do you know why I have called this meeting?” Petrov asks once he’s situated behind his desk.

The room grows eerie quiet as all eyes are trained on the boss. Despite the fact that each one of us know the outcome of this meeting, not one of the men show a single sign of fear. They know better. Fear has no place in the presence of Petrov. He both detests it and thrives on it.

Petrov eyes each man penetratingly before continuing, “I received a phone call last night from my contact within the authorities. I am sure you all remember Andrei. It seems the FBI has been investigating our shipments and he has reason to believe that one of my men may be an informant.”

Petrov kept his voice devoid of emotion and calm even though I know he is anything but. If there is any sin one is capable of committing against the brotherhood that Petrov despises it would be a rat and I can’t help but swallow down the rise of panic in my chest.

I can’t deny that today’s meeting should have me worried, but I have done everything possible to remain fully infiltrated within the family. I’ve done every task asked of me, without question or hesitation. No, Petrov couldn’t have known, but that didn’t stop the bead of sweat from falling from my brow.

If Petrov has gotten wind that an informant has infiltrated the brotherhood then my time here is nearing an end and I’m not sure how I feel about this. It’s true that my mission is to get as much information as I can about the brotherhood so that the FBI can build a strong case against us, but therein lies the problem. Somewhere along the way I have stopped referring to the brotherhood as them and more as us. The lines that divide good and evil are so blurred when you are made to do the thing I’ve been ordered to do.

I have killed, mercilessly. I’ve tortured the enemies of the brotherhood with no remorse and if I were to be completely truthful, I’d do it again. For them. For us.

“Lucan.” He calls my name as he turns his head to face me. Raising my sweat covered brow only slightly as my heart pounds violently against my chest, I regard him as well. “Has the brotherhood not treated you well?” he asks as he leans forward in his chair and claps his hands together on the desk.

I give him a curt nod, “Of course, Petrov. The brotherhood is my life.” My answer is sure, strong, but not defensive just as it should be. It is also true, but only partially since I am not completely sure where my loyalty lies.

I have trained for this mission for well over five years before infiltrating. I know all that there is to know about the Petrov Bratva and most importantly, I am the best liar in the bureau. Trained to pass any lie detector test both manually and electronically without worry, so I know he suspects nothing from my answer.

He nods his head and regards his brother next, “And you Alexandrov, have I not been well to you?”

Alexander jerks his head in confusion, turning to face his only brother before answering, “Of course, brother.”

Petrov turns to face Vladimir next and I can see a silent exchange between the two men. Most would miss it, but not me.

The eyes.

You can tell a lot about a person just by looking into their eyes. Vladimir’s show acceptance and Petrov, understanding. Though I am not sure what their exchange is in regards to, I know it is not him who will fall before Petrov today.

Still, I force myself to remain stoical even though their exemption of me in this manner would be considered a slap in the face. I am the second in command and therefore should be made aware of what is going on.

Alexander is the next to speak, “Brother, what is all this? Are you going to hold us here all day while you ogle your men?” His annoyance is clear in his voice and his eyes, hold something I can’t quite place. Fear? Maybe…

I don’t understand it. I know for sure Alexander isn’t with the bureau, but his demeanor is questionable.

“All in good time, my brother.”

Petrov stands to his feet and rounds the desk. His movements are as sure as they always are when he stands in front of his safe, enters a code and pulls out his gun. I have seen that gun many times and still it puts me on edge each time he removes it from his safe.

The spravedlivost, justice. It’s what Petrov calls the steal in his hands—the gun a gift from his father before passing the Bratva over to him. Many of men have stared into the barrel of the stainless, prized weapon, begging for mercy. But mercy has no place in the brotherhood. Petrov doesn’t issue second chances and absolution to those he deems the enemy and anyone who crosses the brother is in fact an enemy.

“The brotherhood takes second place to nothing. I am the beginning and the end for all those who fall under my rule. You have no mother, no father, no sister—”

The sound of justice going off the second he turns around cuts him off and much to everyone’s surprise Alexander stumbles to the ground, blood pouring from his chest.

“And, no brother,” he finishes before turning swiftly and replacing the gun in the safe. “Lucan, be sure that his replacement is trust worthy, yeah?” is all he says before he exits the room.

~~~

I hope that you enjoyed the sneak peak!

You can pre-order this wonderful #99cents anthology now!

HBOOK003

★ BUY LINKS ★
✔AMAZON US:➜ http://amzn.com/B019AG3PUG
✔AMAZON UK:➜ http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B019AG3PUG
✔AMAZON AU:➜ http://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B019AG3PUG
✔AMAZON CA:➜ http://www.amazon.ca/dp/B019AG3PUG
✔KOBO:➜ https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/reckless-a-bad-boyz-anthology
✔BN:➜ http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/reckless-a-bad-boyz-anthology-kim-black/1123129945;jsessionid=4146DD23A92FADF4514F8305EB6ED25F.prodny_store01-va03?ean=2940152250770

Categories: .99 Sale, 69 Shade Of Smut, anthology, Boxed Set, charity, Excerpt, Kim Black, pre-order, Reckless Anthology, romance, Sale, Sexy | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Charming the Alphas – An Exclusive Teaser : Talina Perkins

Four days into the new year and it’s already shaping up to be an exciting one! I’m wrapping up the final sexy words on Charming the Alphas and I can’t wait for you to meet my favorite of all the sisters from the hex my Heart series. Marabelle Winters is not your average earth witch. She’s found herself in the cross hairs of an ancient order and has lost her magical powers to their antiquated system of government over her people. But she’s not one to sit around and take their high handed treatment. With her lovers by her side, she’ll face down death, kick a few stones over that should have been left alone and discover that being mated to two alpha shifters has a lot of kinky benefits.

Exclusive to 69 Shades I have a small snippet for you guys followed up with the book synopsis and if you feel so inclined I’ve also provided the pre-order links so you don’t miss the release of Charming the Alphas! 😉

We step into the story where Marabelle is forced into some shady business that involves a black ski mask and some stealthy moves. Below is an unedited cut. Please excuse any mistakes.

****

Pressed flat against the floor to ceiling bookshelf, Marabelle peeled her back off the wood far enough to steal a peek around the corner, her new location half masked by the cart of library books she’d left in place before clocking out of work earlier that evening. Score one for the librarian.

A deep hum proceeded to fill the room before an army of tiny golden balls of light zoomed beneath the arched entryway and fanned out to cover the large chamber. No doubt all on the orders of a very pissed of warlock she’d ticked off between slipping out of the High Council’s secret vault and tripping the ward she somehow missed.

Which was a puzzle in itself. She never missed wards. They were her thing. That and healing potions and spell work.

Rookie move, Sweetpea! Her father’s words played across her mind.

One of the orbs drifted down the opposite aisle within feet of her position. She clung to the rapidly reducing amount of shadows. Ignoring the fact her lungs cried for a deep gulp of air, she froze. If luck had any say in tonight’s events, the nasty bugger would confuse her for one of the many statues scattered throughout the library. The magick may seem pretty on the outside, all sparkles and glitter. The truth of the matter, given the chance those things went off at the slightest twitch of movement and would send you on a nice long trip with the reaper. Despite her less than noble actions kicking the cauldron didn’t have a slot on her agenda of sticking it to the rat-faced Royals.

****

Charming-the-alphas_HMH_TP

iBooks | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | ARe | Amazon (coming soon)

One’s own death isn’t the kind of thing a witch goes around planning, but after tonight, kicking the cauldron would be the easy way out.

Brutally stripped of her magick for helping a human friend with a love potion, Marabelle Winters has finally found a way to recover her preternatural powers. Tucked away in the pages of a centuries old tome in the High Council’s secret library, the spell calls for lethal and illegal ingredients that will reveal a secretive past and shed light on a future she never thought possible.

But first, she’ll have to die.

As pack enforcers Lucian and Zane’s first instinct is to protect their sassy witch. Their second is to claim her. But before they can take her as their life mate, both alpha shifters have vowed to help Marabelle reclaim her powers. But, when the time comes, all three soon discover not everything is as it seems in the world of Magick. Shadows of evil taint their unity and Marabelle’s destiny leads them into an unknown world where the ultimate battle between black magick, dragons, and shifters cross paths and could lead to another blood-drenched Witches and Weres war.

Hex My Heart, a werewolf erotic series, follows five coven sisters as they find true love through their misadventures with love spells gone wrong with a botched hex or two. Be warned, this series is smokin’ hot!

Connect with me on Facebook, Twitter,  Instagram or visit my website at talinaperkins.com.  I love chatting with readers, so don’t be shy!

Until next time, keep it sexy!

Talina Perkins_logo_url

Categories: erotic, Excerpt, hex my heart, Hex My Heart Series, magic, magick, Menage, New Release, paranormal romance, pre-order, romance, shifter romance, spells, Talina Perkins, Talina Perkins, Uncategorized, werewolf romance, werewolves, witches, Wolves | Leave a comment

Breathless in Love

I’ve got the most amazing announcement to make! Writing as Jennifer Skully, I’ve teamed up with my good friend Bella Andre to bring you an exciting and emotional new contemporary romance series. I can’t tell you how much I’ve enjoyed working on this series with Bella. Bella and I grew up together (as writers, that is) in our local San Francisco RWA chapter. I’ve loved every single one of her books. And now it’s the greatest pleasure to be writing with her. We spent hours and hours brainstorming the characters and stories, and I have to say we both fell in love with these gorgeous men. And for each of them, we found the perfect woman they never saw coming. Keep in mind, these stories are contemporary romance, sexy but not erotic. Just great stories!

And enjoy these fabulous covers! The first three books with be Will, Sebastian, then Matt.
 photo Beathless in Love - Ebook 1333 x 2000_zpscsu84lip.jpg photo Reckless in Love - Ebook 1333 x 2000_zpsqaag2wcl.jpg photo Fearless in Love - Ebook 1333 x 2000_zpsn5iadl0h.jpg

 

Meet the Maverick Billionaires. Will, Sebastian, Matt, Evan, and Daniel. Sexy, gorgeous, self-made men from the wrong side of town. They survived hell together, and now they’re taking on the world.

Breathless in Love, Book 1

Coming June 10, 2015

Will Franconi has a dark past that he’s kept a closely guarded secret―very few people have ever heard his real story and he plans to keep it that way. After surviving a hellish childhood, he’s now living the dream life where everything he touches turns to gold. But something’s missing. He doesn’t quite know what until a simple letter from a teenage boy brings Harper Newman into his life. A woman who just might fill up the empty places inside him…if only he could ever be worthy of her love.

When a man has more money than he could possibly spend in five lifetimes, Harper has to ask herself what Will Franconi could possibly want from a woman like her? She’s learned the hard way that rich men always get what they want no matter the cost. If it was just herself she had to worry about, Harper would manage, but she’s guardian to her younger brother who depends on her for everything. After nearly losing his life in a car crash, she’s vowed never to let anyone hurt him ever again.

Still, sometimes Harper can’t help but long to change her story from one of an always-cautious woman to an adventurous tale of a heroine who’s wild and free…especially when Will’s kisses and caresses make her utterly breathless. And as he begins to reveal his story to her, she discovers that he’s so much more than just another wealthy, privileged man. He’s kind and giving, and he fills up all the spaces inside of her heart that have been empty for so long. Together, can they rewrite their stories into a happily-ever-after that neither of them had previously thought was possible?

And we’ve got so much more to come! Look for Sebastian to be enchanted by the beautiful but independent Charlie in Reckless in Love, coming Oct 14, 2015. Then Matt will be captivated by his motherless son’s pretty, young nanny Arianna in Fearless in Love, coming March 16, 2016.

In the coming weeks, look for excerpts of Breathless in Love.

Preorder Breathless in Love, Maverick Billionaires, Book 1, at the following retailers. You can order the book for your Kindle on June 10, 2015. Nook iBooks iBooks UK iBooks CA iBooks AU Kobo

Preorder Reckless in Love, Book 2 on iBooks. iBooks iBooks UK iBooks CA iBooks AU Kobo

Preorder Fearless in Love, Book 3 on iBooks. iBooks iBooks UK iBooks CA iBooks AU

And don’t miss my free book, Dead to the Max, Max Starr Series, Book 1.

Kindle Kindle UK Kindle CA iBooks iBooks AU iBooks UK iBooks CA Kobo All Romance Coffee Time Romance Smashwords

Categories: 69 Shade Of Smut, pre-order | Tags: , , , , , | Leave a comment

Available for Pre-Order! SOMETHING ABOUT A MAN IN UNIFORM – Military Menage Boxed Set!

So excited! SOMETHING ABOUT A MAN IN UNIFORM, My Military Menage Boxed Set is Now Available for Pre-Order at Amazon!  Get it today at this special price because it goes up after release day (Nov 11th)!

These four HOT books are all about girl meets hot guys in uniform and immediately falls in lust. And the Marine and Navy Menage Stories are interracial, my first in the subgenre!

So, get ready for smokin’ hot sex scenes, erotic spanking and light bondage.

Hooah!

SUPPORTING THE TROOPS – an Army Ménage 

Knowing she and her husband Dylan won’t be able to make love with his Army buddy, fellow Ranger Carter Erickson arriving the next day and staying with them for two weeks, Shelby Reynolds surprises Dylan by greeting him at the door naked when he comes home from work. Only Dylan isn’t alone. Carter came in a day early and gets an eyeful of her very nude body. While Shelby is embarrassed, she’s also extremely aroused. She loves Dylan like crazy and shouldn’t be fantasizing about other men, especially his best friend. As Shelby gives in to her inner exhibitionist, it turns out that Dylan is just as turned on by the idea of a threesome as she is. After all, if a guy can’t share his wife with his best friend, who can he share her with?

SEMPER FINE – a Marine Ménage 

Delaney Shaw is stunned to discover that her high school crush Colt Baxter is the best man at a wedding where she’s the maid of honor. Too shy to ever come on to him back then, she doesn’t intend to make the same mistake now. There’s only one problem. She’s just as attracted to his friend and fellow Marine, Jagger Cruz. Not wanting to come between them, Delaney decides not to make a play for either one. But when it turns out that in between them is exactly where Colt and Jagger want her, she gives in to her desire to be the center of a hunky Marine sandwich.

FLEET WEEK FLING – a Navy Ménage

When Sophie Montgomery promises her best friend she’ll be her “wingwoman” during Fleet Week in San Francisco, she doesn’t have any plans on hooking up with anyone herself. But when she meets Navy hunks Cameron Gerard and Kellen Devane, her resolve crumbles. Not only do they look hotter in their uniforms than Alexander Skarsgard in Battleship, but they’re sweet, too. So, when they suggest a threesome with a little bondage thrown in, how can she possibly say no?


RESCUE ME – an Air Force Ménage 

When Kayleigh Ellis gets stranded in a ditch on the side of the road during a storm, she’s sure that she and her cat are in deep trouble. But luckily Air Force Pararescue Jumpers Austin Fuller and Kyle Larsen show up just in time, giving her and her cat a ride home. Wanting to thank them for their help, Kayleigh invites them to stay for dinner. Austin and Kyle don’t want to put her to any trouble, but she insists. And while the dinner is fun, Austin and Kyle are more interested in dessert, particularly if Kayleigh is on the menu.

Pre-Order at Amazon!

*hugs*
Paige

Hunk Heroes, Kickbutt Heroines, Unforgettable Romance!

http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com

http://paigetylertheauthor.blogspot.com

Categories: Books, Boxed Set, New Release, pre-order | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

THE COTTAGE NEXT DOOR Releases Sept 16th!

I’m so excited for the release of The Cottage Next Door, my second-chance-at-love beach romance. No, it’s not an erotic romance but it’s sexy and emotional and the hero and heroine definitely get it on! I hope you’ll want to give it a try.

CottageNextDoor-The72web

Blurb:

It’s tough to grasp a second chance at love when you’re holding on to the past.

After his wife died in a car accident, bestselling author Hunter McCaffrey stopped writing—and stopped living. He’s rented a beachfront cottage to try to get his head on straight, and start the long climb up from his pit of despair.

Instead of pounding out a first draft, though, he runs the beach, drinks away his pain, and tries to ignore the vibrant woman in the cottage tucked next to his.

Still floundering months after the loss of her adventure-junkie husband, Sylvie Chase hopes some beach relaxation will help her decide what to do with the rest of her life. Instead she’s wondering what to do about her unexpected attraction to Hunter, who makes her body long for the feel of his arms around her.

As Sylvie drags Hunter back to the land of the living, soon they’re agreeing to a short fling. Just to get past their sorrow, not because it means anything. But when emotions get in the way, it’s a struggle to leave the past behind and dare to love again.

Excerpt:

Hunter ran his lips along her jaw and over her throat. “Your skin is so soft,” he murmured. His hands rested on her hips, heavy and warm, but he didn’t move them over her body. His lips were all that were moving. He didn’t slip his fingers beneath her shirt to feel her bare skin. He didn’t slide a palm up to cup her breast. She ached with the longing for him to do just that. Her breasts felt heavy. Her nipples prickled.

He wasn’t rushing her. Sylvie supposed she should be grateful for his consideration, but she’d wanted this for days. Nights. She grabbed his arms, right below the edge of the short sleeves. The hard, warm skin nearly burned her hands. She curled her fingers into his flesh, holding on tight when her knees began to tremble.

God, she needed this so badly. To feel like a desirable woman again. To slake this need with a hot, hard man.

She whimpered and tipped her head to the side to give his mouth better access to the sensitive crook of her neck.

“Easy,” he murmured. Then—finally—he slid his hands beneath the hem of her shirt. He settled one large hand in the small of her back and let the other skim her ribs until his fingers found her breast. He squeezed her through the bra. “You have pretty nipples,” he told her. “I couldn’t help but notice earlier.”

She groaned, felt her face grow warm. “I was so embarrassed when I remembered I was wearing that nightshirt.”

“I’m not complaining.” He withdrew his hands from beneath her shirt and she was disappointed for a moment until he grabbed the hem. “I’d love to get a better look.”

“Okay.” Sylvie raised her arms and Hunter stripped the shirt from her body.

His eyes flashed. “Take off the bra.”

She reached behind her back and unhooked the bra. She let it drop to the floor, not taking her eyes off the appreciative look on his face. Her heart pounded. “I’m not very big.” She’d never had much on top.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

The awestruck tone in his voice made her actually believe it.

He stepped close and cupped her breasts. Shivers of delight spread over her skin. “A perfect handful.”

She swallowed. “Your turn.”

He grinned and pulled his shirt off. Now she could appreciate the male body in front of her. He wasn’t as hard and lean as Matt had been, but Hunter was definitely trim and obviously in good shape.

She caught Hunter’s face in her hands and pulled him in for a deep kiss. His lips were firm, and he wasn’t shy about using his tongue to drive her crazy with need. It was almost enough to push Matt completely out of her mind. She didn’t want to think about him when she was getting naked with another man.

Sylvie grabbed Hunter’s hand and drew him into the bedroom. The sheets were still rumpled from her restless night. They silently undressed the rest of the way, their heavy breathing the only sound besides the roar of the ocean. Both primitive sounds, as old as man.

Hunter took her hand and led her over to the bed. The room was so small the double bed had to be pushed against the far wall to make room for a dresser. He stretched out beside her and let his hands and mouth roam over her body. She did the same, learning him by touch, by taste. They slid closer together. Her nipples brushed his chest. His erection rested heavy on her hip. Her sex tingled and softened, readying her body for him to take her. To fill her. To ease this ache inside.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled her body flush against his. Incredible sensations ran over her body, so many she was overwhelmed. It had been so long.

He slid his hand between them. One finger, then two slipped easily into her slick center.

“Hunter,” she cried, arching her body into him. “Yes. God, yes.”

Hunter froze. “Shit.”

Sylvie stared up at him, her eyes passion-glazed, her confusion clear.

“Condoms,” he groaned. “I don’t have any condoms. Do you?” Hunter had thought he might drink himself to death while he was here, but he’d never expected to have sex again.

You can pre-order The Cottage Next Door now and have it show up on your e-reader Tuesday morning!

Amazon   B&N  Apple Samhain

I hope you enjoy Hunter and Sylvie’s story as much as I do.

Natasha

www.natashamoore.com

Categories: New Release, pre-order | Tags: , , , , | Leave a comment

%d bloggers like this: