Sex Boot Camp by Paisley Brown


A week away...

After a hectic month at work, Cara expects to spend the next few days relaxing in her pajamas. Until her boyfriend surprises her with a getaway to a remote location.

To open her mind...

When she arrives at Sex Boot Camp, she anticipates her boyfriend will be by her side. Instead, she is left with a houseful of curious young women and a sexy instructor.

And fulfill desires she never dreamed of...

Although reluctant at first, Cara becomes entangled in a world of seduction and wicked fantasies.

Caution: This story contains an Alpha leader who ensures his guests leave satisfied, hot woman-on-woman action, and an MFM ménage that will leave you breathless.

Excerpt:  (PG-13)

“I’m sorry, Cara. I should have told you about this. It’s just that I really want things to get better between us. I’m trying, okay?”

The hint of vulnerability surprised me. I’d never seen this side of him before. As much as the place filled me with the urge to run far away, I also wanted things to improve between me and Braeden. Ending the relationship took just as much work as trying to fix it. We were here already. And if boot camp worked, why not? Maybe he could learn some new moves, too.

“Okay, I’ll give this a go, but there are some things I just won’t do.”

He stroked my cheek with his thumb, the gentlest touch since...forever. Could he really become the lover I desired? If so, I would have come here long ago.

“I know.” He helped me out of the car, lacing his fingers with mine as we walked to the porch of the chalet. A definite improvement, and hopefully a sign of things to come.

A man and woman came out the front door of the chalet when we reached the porch. They didn’t wear military fatigues like I’d expected. The man’s faded T-shirt hugged his wide, muscular frame. His khaki shorts and the stubble across his jaw only added to his casual appearance, taking away some of my tension. If he looked relaxed, I could be, too. He stared at me, his eyes a cerulean blue that left me mesmerized. I glanced away before I started drooling.

He seemed the total opposite of the woman beside him wearing a finely tailored black suit. Her blonde hair up in a bun and black-rimmed glasses completed the businesswoman look I was all too familiar with. But my heart pounded with one glance at the clipboard she held. What did she want to know? What did she already know?

“You’re Braeden Jones and Cara Taylor?” She lifted her glasses, glancing back and forth between us.

I froze. What if we pretended we were lost? We could get back in the car and pretend we’d never seen the place. I could spend my time off doing what I wanted all along. But Braeden would never go along with the story. He’d driven us there. Since I didn’t have an escape, I kept quiet.

“Yes, we are.” He squeezed my hand, another unexpected move. A spark of hope flickered in my chest. This really was where we needed to be.

“Great, let’s get started then.” She lowered her clipboard. “I’m Denise. Cara, you’re with me. Braeden, you’ll be escorted to your quarters by Daemon.”

A sexy name for a sexy man. I hoped to see him around during my stay. A little eye candy never hurt.

“But I thought....” Braeden gripped my fingers, almost cutting off the circulation. “I thought we’d be staying together, at least. I don’t remember this detail on the website.”

“Great! You signed us up for something you read about online?” So much for fixing anything. Of all the lame-brained things for him to do. I stepped back, out of his reach. I never should have gotten in the vehicle to begin with. One sexy man taking my jerk of a boyfriend away was not going to convince me to stay all week.

“Hold on.” I help up my hands. “I didn’t agree to any of this, only found out where we were going when we pulled up. So, if you would call me a cab, I’ll be going home to pretend this was all a horrible dream.”

“Unfortunately, taxis don’t travel all the way out here,” Denise said.


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About the Author

I’m happily married with a naughty imagination. Sometimes all it takes is a whispered word or a sexy picture to inspire my next tale. My erotica stories may be contemporary, sci-fi, or paranormal, but all of them will leave you wet and panting for more.

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Do you love sexy science fiction paranormal romances with shifters? Fighting Kat is a hot tale. Just check out the cover and excerpt below. But first PJ is sharing a little information on lingerie. Do you have to match?


Confessions in Lingerie

Readers asked about Kaitlyn’s lingerie collection and Rygard’s favorite set of Kaitlyn’s lingerie. People seem interested in bras and panties.

Confession: I have a pet peeve about matching, or at least purposefully coordinating, bra and panty sets. They must go together, even if no one will be seeing them.

It makes me twitch when I watch a tv show scene where a lady sheds her clothing and behold, mismatched underwear. Needless to say, when it’s getting close to laundry day and I really must wear a mismatched pair of bra and panties...I’m irritated all day even if No One Knows Why.

Kaitlyn would likely have the same issue. In fact, people are more likely to see her in her undies as she has to strip down to shift or risk ripping her clothes in some spots. Besides, a panther’s rump--let’s not even think about the tail!--is quite likely to stretch pretty lace panties all out of whack.

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Book two of The Triton Experiment

Intergalactic mercenary Kat Darah has been ordered to keep her shape-shifting ability a secret from everyone but those closest to her, for her own safety. She’s learned how to control the feral rage…for the most part. But when Lieutenant Rygard’s military unit goes missing, she’ll use every skill she has to find her man.

Lt. Christopher Rygard has witnessed his girl shift, and he still wants her. After Kat rescues him from alien clutches, he’d like nothing more than to wrap her in his arms again, but his first duty is to his men. And half of them have been shipped off-planet to be sold as slaves.

Kat and Rygard will need to form a new team to go deep undercover, posing as gladiators and learning to fight together in order to survive. In the arena, it’s all about who is the strongest predator…

See how it all began in Hunting Kat.


Chapter One

“Unless you are burnt, broken or bleeding, take yourself out of my medical bay.” Kaitlyn didn’t bother to turn as the footsteps paused in her doorway.

“No follow up threat?” Dev’s voice surprised her. The footsteps hadn’t matched her captain’s usual swagger and the air circulation carried scent up and away too quickly for it to reach her. Considering the multitude of aromas her enhanced sense of smell forced upon her when someone appeared in her doorway, usually shot and bleeding or in some stage of infection, the powerful circulation could be a blessing.

Even if it did allow her captain to surprise her. She didn’t turn away from the observation window. “The only people on board are crew. They all know I won’t hesitate to tear a man apart, even if I do have to put him back together again.”

They’d seen her do it. Course, it hadn’t been a crew member and that particular fugitive had tried to kill her. The bounty on the man required him alive so she’d still had to stitch him up afterward.

“Convenient, you being ship’s medic and all.” Dev stepped into her space anyway. “Course, this is my ship and I am captain, so I could make the point that it’s my medical bay and you are one of my crew.”

“You could.” But it’d be for a reason. Her captain didn’t play territory games without one. With her, territory meant a lot more than the average humanoid. Still, she had human logic, she could use it. “In response to your hypothetical point, I’d say you gave me this position when I became part of your crew and thus ceded this territory. Still my facility and personal space. Besides, you put in this window specifically for me.”

“We had a particularly good haul from before I got that installed, made a fair chunk of cred from almost dying. Made sense to invest it in the ship.”

She raised an eyebrow and watched his reflection in the window.

“Modification to the hull of a spaceship never comes cheap and a window isn’t an upgrade to the ship’s structural integrity unless you invested in extremely high quality materials.”

“Which I did.”

“It’s got a perch perfect for sitting and staring out into whatever.” She turned from the window and let her legs dangle over the edge as she faced him. “Too high for any normal human to get up here and enjoy.”

And she needed this space, needed this window. The view into infinity eased the pent up frustration of the beast within. Lately, she needed peace however she could find it. The panther aspect of her lurked restless and irritable beneath her skin. Ready to break loose.

Planting her hands on the ledge, she hopped off for a drop of several meters, landing on her feet with ease. The distance was farther than a human would willingly jump too. She hadn’t had to worry about that for almost four years now.

Straightening, she looked her captain up and down before locking her gaze with his. The predator aspect rose in a wave as the force of her personality crashed into his. Confidence, charisma, command presence, people defined it in their own way. It wasn’t something limited by words or descriptions. It was something a person experienced, a gut reaction, in any interaction with anyone else.

Her captain had won her respect and her trust years ago, but she still tended to…no, enjoyed butting heads with him on occasion.

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Born and raised in the North East, PJ Schnyder spent her childhood pretending to study for the SATs by reading every fantasy and sci-fi novel she could borrow from the local and school libraries.

She scored fairly high in the verbal portion.

She was introduced to the wonderful world of romance a decade later by her best friend at an anime convention in Seattle.

She now lives somewhere temperate watching the seasons go by with her two dogs and super stealthy ninja kitty, writing her stories and gaming.

PJ recently received the Golden Leaf award forBite Me, Book 1 of the London Undead Series, and is one of the contributing authors to the Parsec-award winning Tales from the Archives Vol. 2 of The Ministry of Peculiar Occurrences. In the past, she has also won honors from the Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal RWA PRISM awards for her novella, Hunting Kat, Book 1 of the Triton Experiment Series.

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Awesome Prizes:  Fighting Kat themed mug, black panther beanie baby, PJ pen and spiral boundHunting Kat notebook.

Today I was on the wonderful Cassandre Dayne's blog talk radio show- The Edge. If you missed listening to it, you can catch it here! I'm talking about my books, what is important about writing as well as Inkspell Publishing. 

Today I'm fortunate to have Shaunna Wolf visiting and sharing her latest release Life Flight. Isn't this cover swoon worthy? Don't forget that Shaunna is giving away a $50 Amazon/BN.com gift card to one chosen random commenter from throughout the tour. Don't forget to follow the tour and leave more comments; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here:  http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2013/10/virtual-book-tour-life-flight-by.html

Thank you Shaunna for stopping by. What are four things you can’t live without?

Umm, food, water, sleep and sex? Or is that supposed to be shelter?  It starts with an s anyway.  And I’ll take a good night’s sleep over clothing any day. 


I'm with you...sleep is more important than clothes or shoes. What is your favorite television show?

Dexter.  I loved the books, and the show had bits and pieces of the books, but it became its own little niche.  We’re supposed to hate serial killers and the bad guy, some shows manage to make us like the bad guy, but in Dexter, we somehow liked a very bad person.

 
What is something you’ve lied about?

When someone calls and wakes me up, and says, did I wake you, the answer is always, no, of course not.  I think a lot of people do that, even before we look at the clock to see what time it is.  Why don’t we just say, yeah, you woke me up, call back later, I’m going back to sleep?


Those little white lies don't seem like lies. The worst is how does this look? I find that a challenge to answer honestly sometimes. Who is the last person you hugged?

My grandkids.  Before that, my son before he went back to Korea with the Army.

 
What is the story of your first kiss?

Odd, I thought and thought on this one, and it wasn’t anything special.  It was in grade school, and I don’t really remember anything exciting about it. 

Thanks for sharing and now let's read more about your release!

Malachi Blackfeather has spent twenty years in the Army. Two of those years as a Vietnam POW. Now that he's out, all he wants is some peace and quiet to figure out what to do with the rest of his life. Between the flashbacks, and an over interest in sex that is now being called sex addiction, finding his path isn't easy.

Kat is trying to escape an abusive marriage. Her soon to be ex is a master at manipulating the system, and her family thinks she should stay with him, "because no other man will want her". She's looking for escape in any form she can get it.

When they meet, sparks fly. Trapped by a blizzard, can two damaged people, who think there is no chance of love in the world for them, find each other, and survive an unforeseen circumstance that puts both of them in danger?

Mystery, romance, and danger, fill this novel, with a story that will draw you in and not let go.
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Excerpt 

I picked up the half brick holding the door open, and the TV set exploded in a shower of glass.  For a moment Frank stood staring at the TV as if he thought it shattered on its own.  He spun to face me.

I continued to stand with my arms folded over my chest and my shoulder against the door frame.  He looked around as if the spiders in the place would come to his rescue.  I tugged on the cuffs of the leather gloves I wore.  Flexed my fingers.  When his hand tightened on the pool stick he held, I wanted to tell him that a wooden stick wasn’t much use in a gun fight.  But unless he went for a gun, I wasn’t going to shoot him, not yet anyway.

“Get the fuck off my property,” he said.

A block of wood nailed into the door served as a supplement lock.  I reached up and spun it closed, and while keeping him in my field of vision, I hooked the eye bolt as well.  I hadn’t seen a phone in the shed, not last time I was here, nor this time.  But that didn’t mean some pal of his wouldn’t show up--and anyone pals with this guy would have to be a cast member of the same loony-toon’s show.

“Where is Kat?” I asked him.

“You stooo-pied?” he said back, drawing out the word stupid in a juvenile manner.  “I already told you, she’s my wife, and that if you kept trying to bother her, I’ll have you arrested.”

“You see any cops?  I don’t.”  I moved over the concrete floor and stood near the bar.

He found some brain cells and kept the pool table between us.  Held the pool stick in both hands.  Glanced at the door.

“I have security cameras.  The company already called the cops.”

“Well then, you don’t have anything to worry about,” I said back.  I’d come across a few pathological liars in my lifetime, but never someone who thought the rest of the world had an IQ of less than 80 and would believe whatever came out of their mouth.  “How should we entertain the people watching us until they get here?”

Confusion ran over his face.  His lies didn’t make me edgy, his particular flavor of insanity mimicked a bully.  Lots of words of bravado that he expected others to be frightened of--no matter how absurd.  He was strong, of that I had no doubt, he worked at a labor intensive job, but he was filled with so much fear it surrounded him in a shimmering cloak.  Just like the sweat on his forehead.

I walked along the edge of the pool table.  Picked up the ten ball with it’s marred blue stripe.  Rolled it across the table and bounced it off the rail on the other side of the table--caught it when it came spinning back.

“Where’s Kat?”  I tossed the ball from hand to hand.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” he said. 

I let the ball fly.  It hit him in the right shin.  He bent over with a yelp.  He edged towards the door, dragging his right foot.  I spun the eight ball across the table, caught it, tossed it from hand to hand.

“Go for that door and the next one hits your head.” 

He stopped and pulled himself up straight.  Dug in his pocket and got out a pathetically small knife.  He opened the blade and held it out in front of him.  Laughable.  Unless he stuck it in my neck, he couldn’t even hit an artery with it.

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Cupid’s Promise

Holiday Hearts Book 2

By Kimberly Quinton

A sweet contemporary Holiday romance with a touch of paranormal

Shot through the heart...

Cupid’s Promise

Cupid's Secret promises to set Laurel Cove on its ear with a sexy new boutique that answers what a woman desires. When the owner ends up in the hospital it's up to Lena Ridgeway to make sure this heart-stopping opening goes off without a hitch, but she finds her every idea challenged by a no-nonsense businessman.

Capitalizing on a feeling...

Marcus Blackwell is a bottom-line kind of guy and he knows that sex and hearts sell. When he arrives to find his latest venture in chaos, his partner injured, and a model- turned-manager in charge, he rolls up his sleeves and dives in. If only he could keep his mind-and hands - off the sultry model with her whimsical faith in a fake holiday.

Can't fight this fortune...

Lena can't help teasing the straight-laced, business-only boss who keeps sneaking into her dreams. One passionate kiss has her believing he may be the one she's waited for all her life, but she'll need every arrow in Cupid's arsenal to prove she is his true Valentine....

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Excerpt:

“You’re firing me because I didn’t sell enough chocolate?” Lena had never been fired before. She shouldn’t be so pissed. It wasn’t like she had wanted to be a clerk in the first place.

“No. I’m letting you know your obligation to your friend is fulfilled. We have a manager who can take over—one who’s interested in the bottom line and ready to do what it takes to make this store a success—therefore, you no longer need to inconvenience yourself with filling in.” If he could have been more condescending, she wasn’t sure how.

“But who will coordinate the seminars and special guests we have coming in next week? Julie can’t run the store and do that, too.” Why was she arguing? If the part owner said he didn’t need her, then he didn’t need her. She could get to her planned reunion with James.

“I’ll be coordinating the week of activities and specials. Like I said, everything is under control and you are free to go.” He began the closing routine as if there was no need for further discussion. She was, for the first time she could remember, speechless.

Lena paced through the shop to the florist counter where her purse was secured in a cabinet. Pulling the over-sized boho bag out, she bit her tongue before saying anything else. She had known her time there was temporary while they found other staff, but she had enjoyed the work and done well, despite what Marcus thought. Maybe she should take his dismissal as a sign to move on.

Turning, she almost swallowed her sore tongue. Holy heck. Boss from hell had loosened his tie and unbuttoned his collar. Suddenly Mr. Tight Ass looked more bedroom than boardroom. He ran a hand over his face, pinched the bridge of his nose for a breath, then smoothed through his just-longer-than-short locks. The natural wave kept the tousled-yet-put-together style with ease. Transfixed, she couldn’t look away as his long fingers deftly and purposefully unbuttoned one sleeve and then the other before rolling them up to reveal the sun-kissed color of his hands also extended up strong forearms. Her lips closed around the soft pant of her breath. Her thoughts really needed to start flowing in a different direction.

His gaze caught hers and heat singed her cheeks at his cocky half-grin. “You don’t need to help close up. I can manage.”

Clearing her throat, she wiped at the handprint her heated skin had left on the glass counter. “Sure thing.” I need to get out of here before I do something stupid.

Lena wrestled one arm into her coat. Her palms itched to either smack him or caress him to see what he would do. Neither choice was in her best interest. He moved behind her to hold up her coat. His hand brushed her shoulder, turning her toward him. The small touch sent a thrill straight to her core. Peeking up at him, she searched for an answering attraction in the depths of his warm autumn flecked-green eyes but he moved away quickly. “Night, then. Good luck.” And once again, she’d been dismissed.

Stupid candy. From this night on, she never wanted to see chocolate again. Okay, maybe not until after Valentine’s.

About the Author:

Whether she’s writing contemporary or paranormal romance, Kimberly Quinton is a romantic at heart who strives to tell stories about the power of true love.

Since a teen, she’s loved romances and believes we can all live our happily-ever-after. Always a people watcher, it wasn’t until Kimberly shucked her Accounting major for Anthropology that her interest in people and cultures was nurtured. Kimberly has combined her natural curiosity (nosiness) with her love of romance for the sake of bringing the movies in her head to life on the page.

A wife and mother of two, Kimberly spends her days chasing chores, wrangling active kids, and writing. She also enjoys traveling, cooking, great wine and sharing a laugh with friends and family.

You can usually find her on Facebook or Twitter. Stop by for a chat.

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Author Bio: 

Marsha Casper Cook is the author of 10 published books and 11 feature-length screenplays. Her published works include LOVE CHANGES, a contemporary romance novel, and TO LIFE, a non-fiction biography about being a teenager and surviving the Holocaust. She has also written four books for young children, SNACK ATTACK, THE MAGICAL LEAPING LIZARD POTION and the poetry collection THE BUSY BUS. Her book NO CLUES NO SHOES  is the first of the Emelina Hewitt and her dog Stanley series. Marsha's latest work and her first in a romance collection, VIRGINIA TEMPLETON STORIES   has just been released in paperback and she is currently working on LEO LOVES GRACIE characters taken from her screenplay Prince Charming which will be out after the first of the year. 

Since early 2010, Marsha has hosted radio shows on Blog Talk Radio. She and Virginia Grenier, the other half of World Of Ink Network Blog Talk Radio, have been doing shows for almost four years. Her show "A Good Story Is A Good Story" is about writing. Marsha does discuss many subjects on her radio shows but her love of writing draws her to talk to other authors and marketing experts.  

She will be adding different shows this year with her partner at World Of Ink Network, Virginia Grenier. Marsha is also is doing Radio Book Launches with Marnie McNiff and Virginia Grenier with Michigan Avenue Media.Inc. specializing in Children's Books, Romance and Thrillers. 

Join Marsha at Blog Talk Radio where she does her WORLD OF INK NETWORK radio shows.  http://www.worldofinknetwork.com.

She will be adding different shows this year with her partner at World Of Ink Network, Virginia Grenier. Marsha is also is doing Radio Book Launches with Michigan Avenue Media Inc., specializing in Children's Books, Romance and Thrillers. 

Join Marsha at Blog Talk Radio where she does her WORLD OF INK NETWORK radio shows.  http://www.worldofinknetwork.com.

 
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Excerpt

As Virginia stood outside of the upscale apartment building she and her husband owned and lived in, she smiled. There were times when she could never have imagined living in such luxury. Sometimes when she was alone and took off her sexy outfits, she felt ashamed of some of the things she had done. But then there were times when she said, “Fuck you, world; I can do this,” and she did.

Marrying Slater was just the tip of the iceberg. He was rich, but Virginia made a promise to herself that one day he would lose it all. He was a mean son of a bitch. He cheated to get where he was, but he had no idea she knew more about him than anyone else. He never should have killed his first wife in cold blood while she watched. After all, she hadn’t even known he had a wife. Virginia was never sure if Slater suspected she had seen the whole thing from beginning to the end, but he was a ruthless son of a bitch. That day, Virginia decided that Slater would pay. 

Blackmail wasn’t the answer; she was going to get almost everything he had. How dare he think he could get away with murder? Now this was a game Virginia could sink her teeth into. Slater having no idea of what he was dealing with excited her; after all, she wasn’t exactly an angel either. She liked a good, tough fight, particularly when the other party was totally unaware of what was happening. She really enjoyed fucking with men, especially when they had their clothes on. Game on for her.

In the doorway of her building, smiling at her, stood Chandler Stone. Even though she had had quite a day, she was always happy to see him. He was a most adorable guy, with a fabulous build and a come-and-get-me smile. He was one of her lovers, and she was one of his. He was sexy, and she felt relaxed when she was with him. Even though their relationship would never last, it was still one hell of a ride. He was built flawlessly, with broad shoulders, muscular thighs, and black curly hair that smelled great. 

Chandler had quite an educational background, but chose a life as uncomplicated as possible. He was a property manager with one hell of a sexual life. Just in that building alone, he had an assortment of female companions. 

“Hey, good looking,” Virginia purred. “Is Slater home? I hope not.”

“He’s been home for hours. He’s been calling down, asking questions. Do you think he knows about us?”

“I don’t think so. I don’t think he gives a shit who I fuck and that, my dear, is the secret to a horrible marriage.”


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Arranged Love by Lacey Wolfe

They think they're fooling their parents, but really, the joke's on them.

Kayla Ames's parents could win an award in meddling. Every time she turns around, they're setting her up with someone new. Try as she might, she can't convince them to butt out of her love life.

Ryan Newell isn't looking for love. After having his heart torn to shreds by his ex, he's determined to never again fall in love and leave himself that vulnerable to being hurt. His parents, however, believe he just needs some help finding the right woman, and their friends' daughter, Kayla, might be a perfect match.

Realizing they both have the same problem—parents who won't stop nagging them about finding a partner—Ryan and Kayla agree to an arrangement of sorts. All they have to do is pretend to date, and they don't even have to see each other, they can discuss the details of their "dates" via email. But then the email conversations lead to real dates, and Kayla finds herself struggling to keep her feelings for Ryan in check as he's made it clear love will not enter into the equation for him. Then Kayla's parents suddenly announce they're getting a divorce, and she begins to wonder if maybe Ryan has the right idea.

When it all gets to be too much for Kayla, she has a hard decision to make—agree to stay with Ryan and never experience love, or walk away for her chance to find it.

Content Warning: contains adult language and graphic sexual content

Excerpt:

Leaning forward, Kayla grabbed the remote and turned the TV off. It was early still and since she wasn't tired, sleep wasn't an option. She could go out again. Maybe call a friend to go to a club or something. Or she could go back to the bar from last night…no, no she couldn't.

If she went out though, she'd have to change. And she was really comfortable. She grabbed the remote again, and as the TV turned on, she swore she heard someone tap on her door. Was Bunny chewing on something she shouldn't be?

Kayla got off the couch, but saw the rabbit had taken a corner and was lying there, far away from the front door. She peeked through the peephole and, to her surprise, she saw Doug, or whatever his name was. Why was he there? And what was he carrying in his hands?

Taking a deep breath, she opened the door. "Hi."

"It's nice to see you again." He smiled an oh-so-sexy grin. "Your parents sent me with food. They insisted I get this to you right away."

"They did, huh?"

He held the bag out to her and she took it. "Could I come in?"

She sucked in her bottom lip and weighed her choices. Send him away and be done with this, or see what he wants. What did she have to lose? "Sure."

Doug brushed past her into her house. She stood back a moment, watching him as he glanced around and then finally took a seat on her couch. Kayla joined the mystery man in the living room, tossing the bag of food on the coffee table as she sat on the love seat opposite of the couch he was on. Her stomach rumbled as she inhaled the aroma from the bag now sitting on the coffee table.

"So, what brings you by, besides the food?" she asked, and quickly added, "Please tell me your real name as well. It's only fair since you know mine."

"Kayla, and it's a lovely name. Mine is actually Ryan. Ryan Newell." He took a moment to rub his temple and proceeded. "Obviously, our parents are interested in us hooking up."

Hooking up…they'd covered that already. "I'm sorry. My parents are a bit over the top."

"I'd have to agree. Yours are a little worse than mine. Usually my parents leave me alone, but with your folks, it was like they were double-teaming me. They feel very strongly about you and I getting to know one another."

"Figures. I'd say we accomplished that in a way they probably weren't wanting."

He grinned again. Her heart fluttered. She needed to pack this man up and get him out of there.

"Why don't we give them what they want?"

What did he say? He couldn't really want to go along with them. "Excuse me."

"Let's date, for them. It'll get them to leave us alone."

She laughed. He wasn't serious, was he? "Brilliant plan, but I'll pass for now."

"Just hear me out. I'm not looking to fall in love. But if we pretend to be dating, our parents won't try to set us up anymore. We don't even have to see one another. We can discuss our dates and be on the same page with our stories."

"Wait." She held her hand up, staring at the dark-haired man that made her stomach do summersaults. "You're saying we aren't going to actually date. We never have to see one another. But our parents will think we are."

He nodded.

"I'm in." Kayla shrugged. "What could go wrong?"

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About the Author:
Lacey Wolfe has always had a passion for words, whether it’s getting lost in a book or writing her own. From the time she was a child she would slip away to write short stories about people she knew and fantasies she wished would happen. It has always been her dream to be a published author and with her two children now of school age, she finally has the time to work on making her dream come true.

Lacey lives in Georgia with her husband, son and daughter, their six cats and one black lab who rules the house.

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Alien Admirer by Jessica E. Subject

He fills her with forbidden longing…

Widowed for over a year, Sera longs for the company of her younger, sexier neighbor, the one man she can never have—unless she plans to rob the cradle. It’s too dangerous…

She’s the only one for him…

Adam never wanted to settle down…until Sera. But even when her children give him the green light, he must prove age is an alien concept...

Will Sera give him a chance, or will Adam be left in the cold, never more than her alien admirer?

  

Excerpt:

What is it going to take to convince her I want her? On the ride home, he’d persuaded himself to give up on Sera. Until he’d seen her on the porch. He had to seize what might be his lone opportunity.

“Why do you have such a problem accepting that I’m attracted to you?”

She faced him again, her cheeks glowing with color. “I don’t have a problem with that. In fact, I’m flattered. I have a problem with how much I’m attracted to you, how even on my date, I couldn’t get you out of my head.”

It was all the invitation he needed. Closing the space between them, he held her, pressing his lips to hers. Sera moaned, her body tight against his. She didn’t push him away, instead wrapping her arms around him, running her foot up and down the back of his calf.

He clutched her thighs, pulling her up to straddle his waist. Every moan encouraged him to keep going. He wanted more.

“Inside,” she said in a breathless whisper. “Take me into the house.”

All right! Grasping and fumbling with the handle, he managed to open the door without letting her go. Focused on her in his arms, he shuffled around blindly until his knees met her couch. He laid Sera on the cushion, but she clung to him.

“No, my bedroom. And be sure to close the door.”

Her room? Holy shit! Before that moment, he’d expected several days of trying to win her over before she invited him to her room, if she ever even acknowledged his feelings.

He carried her up the butcher block wood steps, to the bedroom he’d helped build. While he’d helped build every part of the house, the master bedroom remained the one room he hadn’t entered since Sera moved in.

Sacred, just like her body.



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About the Author:

Jessica Subject is the author of contemporary and science fiction romance, ranging from sweet to erotica. In her stories, you could meet clones, or a sexy alien or two. You may even be transported to another planet for a romantic rendezvous. 

When Jessica isn't reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk. Fast. But she just may slow down if there is a waterfall nearby.

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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Can you imagine dreaming about a person who needs your help? Ella Jade is stopping by to share a little more about her book. Don't forget to enter to win some sweet swag from Ella. Now let's hear from Ella...


A reluctant, sexy witch, a persistent, charismatic warlock and time travel...

That’s what you end up with when I put my spin on a paranormal romance. The idea for Find Me has been in my head for years. I’ve always been intrigued with time travel and when this scene popped into my head a while back I knew I was setting the stage for something supernatural. This is the opening to the novel...

The mystery man moved his hand to Riley’s cheek, gently stroking her face before leaning closer to her. The warmth of his breath caressed her lips. Moving his other hand to her hair, he slipped off the band that secured her ponytail and set her long locks free. Tangling his fingers in her tresses, he guided her to his lips. The prickle from the stubble on his jaw brushed her cheek as he placed a soft kiss at the corner of her mouth just below her bottom lip. His signature...

Her stomach fluttered from the contact. When he drew away from her, she craved more. Staring into his green depths, she tried to memorize every feature of his face right down to the tiny mole just below his left earlobe. There was something familiar about the stranger who began visiting her a few nights ago.

“Find me,” he whispered just before fading away.

At first our heroine thinks she’s having some pretty powerful recurring dreams but each night the dreams get more physical.  Her night time suitor becomes more persistent with his request. When she awakes she can no longer deny that something else is at play. She begins to follow the handsome stranger’s clues and that leads her right to her estranged grandfather. That’s when things get interesting.

Find Me is a tale of family heritage, defying the odds and a love that can’t be denied no matter what the natural order of things dictate.

This book is like none I’ve ever written before. It’s set in an era that you don’t normally read when you pick up a time travel romance. I chose 1963 because it fit with the flow of the plot. It also helps incorporate a back story between the heroine’s grandfather and the stranger. As I began writing everything just fell into place and I was able to create a world of magic and sensuality.

The oddest realization came over Riley. This wasn’t the joining of two strangers. This felt like a reunion. But how? Passion ignited inside her as she hitched her leg over his hip and rocked into him. He sighed before pulling away. She saw the conflict in his eyes.

“Not now.” He kissed the corner of her mouth, indicating it was time for him to go. “You need to let Tucker guide you. He’s the key. I need you to do this for us. You have to trust me.”

“I don’t understand anything that’s happening. I could be losing my mind.” Riley wanted to believe she had lost her grip because there was no logic in the alternative. “How can I trust what doesn’t exist?”

“I’m right here.”He took her hand and pressed it against his face. “As long as you believe I’m real everything will work out.”

She wanted to believe him but how could she rely on a fantasy?

“I promise you’re totally sane.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “It’s me who has been crazy without you.”

“What can I do to help you?” She touched his lips with her finger. Real or not, he was awfully convincing.

“Find me.” He faded into nothing right before her eyes and the sense that it was all a dream returned to her conscious mind.

Find Me is available now. I hope you’ll consider adding it to your TBR pile.

Find Me by Ella Jade

A love that transcends time…


As her 25th birthday approaches, Riley Sparrow begins to dream of a handsome, intriguing stranger. Each night the dreams get more intense and the stranger starts leaving her clues to his whereabouts. The dreams always end in a whisper…

Find Me.

Riley has denied her birthright her entire life. She descends from a strong line of witches and warlocks, but she's refused her powers up until now. With the help of her estranged grandfather she learns that her mystery man is from the past and his life is in danger. Will her grandfather help her travel back to 1963 to save the man she believes she's meant to be with? A man she knows nothing about but feels a strong connection to.

If she finds him, can she save him from the evil that haunts them both? By securing his past, she knows there can never be a future for them in her time.

Content Warning: contains sensual sex scenes

Excerpt:

Riley closed her eyes and let the heat of the water engulf her tired muscles. Resting her head against the bath pillow, she cleared her mind. The steam seeped out from the bubbles and swirled around the room. Soon the mirror and windows were fogged and a scented mist surrounded the bathroom, creating a relaxing atmosphere. A week's worth of sleepless nights had taken their toll and Riley drifted off.

The squeak of the faucet and the silence that followed distracted her tranquil thoughts. She opened her eyes to find him sitting on the edge of the tub looking at her. For a moment, she felt self-conscious. She glanced down and discovered her body covered in thick, white bubbles. He couldn't see anything but the tops of her shoulders, neck, and face.

"Sorry," he said. "I was afraid the water would overflow."

"Am I awake?"

He shook his head. She noted his green eyes sparkled even in the dim lighting of the bathroom.

"Well, then how—"

"It's complicated." His thin, pink lips formed a small smile. "I can't explain now."

"Why not?"

"There isn't enough time to make you understand while you're in your current state. We need much more time. You can get that for us."

"Are you real or am I crazy?"

"I'm very real, just stuck between realms. I've been waiting for you for a long time." He slid off the side of the tub and knelt down on the floor. "I'm afraid I can't stay very long. I keep trying to figure out how to increase the length of my visits but nothing seems to work."

"I don't know you."

"You will." He reached for the clip in her hair. "May I?"

She nodded.

Once he'd freed her hair from its confines, he smoothed the damp locks out with his hand. "I like when you wear it down. It's so pretty." He continued to stroke her hair. "You're just as beautiful as I remember."

"How do you know me?" She shifted her position to face him. She breathed in his crisp scent. He smelled of spice, maybe a hint of cinnamon.

"I…" He trailed off when his gaze caught her exposed breasts. He looked lost in a distant memory.

When she'd turned to face him she'd upset the bubbles shielding her. Her nipples hardened as she watched him take in her flesh. She no longer felt embarrassed.

"I have to go."

"You keep leaving me. I don't like it." Each time he left, he took a small piece of her with him.

"That's why you need to find me." He leaned forward. "I know you can. You're very powerful." He brushed his lips against her mouth. A rush of warmth coursed through her and settled between her legs. "Find me, Riley." He kissed the corner of her mouth, lingering a second longer than usual. She took the opportunity to run her tongue along his soft lips. "Find me now."

"How?" She wanted more than anything to find this man. "What do I need to do?"

"Tucker…" he whispered.

"What?"

Riley slipped off the bath pillow and under the cold water. She quickly sat up and looked around. The bubbles had evaporated into the freezing water.

Did she turn the faucet off, or did…

I must be crazy.

She thought for a moment. Her mystery man had left her a big clue tonight. Now she needed to figure out what Tucker Sparrow had to do with any of this. It looked as if she would be paying a visit to a man she hadn't seen in a decade.



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Ella Jade has been writing for as long as she can remember. As a child, she often had a notebook and pen with her, and now as an adult, the laptop is never far. The plots and dialogue have always played out in her head, but she never knew what to do with them. That all changed when she discovered the eBook industry. She started penning novels at a rapid pace and now she can't be stopped.

Ella resides in New Jersey with her husband and two young boys. When she's not chasing after her kids, she's busy writing, attending PTO meetings, kickboxing, and scrapbooking. She hopes you'll get lost in her words.

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Do you love sizzling romances with fantasy and magical elements? What about hot hunky guys who will do anything to protect the woman he loves? Check out the blurb and excerpt for Visions of Fire and Ice. The author will award a $50 Amazon or BN GC to a randomly drawn commenter. Follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here:  http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2013/10/virtual-book-tour-visions-of-fire-ice.html

Visions of Fire & Ice

by Teresa D’Amario

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 BLURB:
Trapped on a planet not their own, the Petiri spend their lives hiding the natural gifts that set them apart from the world.  They live long and unfulfilled lives, unable to find their soul mates on this backward planet known as Earth.  That is until the night Ramose comes face to face with Tamara, a woman whose gifts rival his own.  Determined to find why this human is in possession of an ancient magical Petiri relic, he arranges a meeting. 

But Tamara, embittered from past events, is wary despite lifelong dreams of Ramose and a sure knowledge he is her soul mate.  Before long the couple find themselves ensnared in a battle that has raged for millennia in Egypt’s desert.  Set, Egyptian God of Chaos, is determined to take his just due: the throne of Osiris.  

The only way to stop him is for Ramose to put his trust in Tamara, but first must gain the same from her.  The ensuing sensual relationship is filled with romance, lust and love.  Their relationship is tested by an unnatural evil. Will her powers over fire, combined with his ice be enough to win the day?  Or will the ancient gods and goddesses of Egypt destroy more than just their love?

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EXCERPT:
Tamara stopped with the key halfway in the lock on her door and whirled around. “What did you say?”

“You heard me,” he said.

A twinge of frustrated anger sparked inside her. She didn’t tolerate her younger brother ordering her around, and she surely wasn’t going to tolerate anyone else to either. She raised a finger and pointed it at his chest. “Oh, no, we aren’t even going down this path. Let me stop you right there.” Her finger poked at hard as rock muscles, and his eyes widened, this time in surprise. “I’ve raised three sisters and a brother. Nobody tells me what to do. I make my own decisions, buster. If you think for an instant I’ll let some overgrown child tell me to stay away from the playground bully, you’ve got another thing coming.”

His brow raised, and his oh so heavenly full lips quirked into a smile. “Overgrown child?”

“You know what I mean.” Tamara’s stomach twisted inside. She really hadn’t meant to come on so strong, but, then, she hadn’t expected the sudden humor in his eyes either. That smile did something to her insides, making her muscles quiver like Jell-O.

He softened, leaning toward her, his face so close.

Until now, she’d disregarded how much like her dream man he looked. Well, she’d tried to ignore it. Just like she’d tried not to notice how arousing that small tattoo on his cheek was. But, then, he offered her his crooked half smile, and strange things happened inside her. Damn, he’s sexy.

“Is that how you see me?” He rested one arm on the doorframe, leaning toward her. Despite the casual pose, he reeked of masculine strength. Power rolled over her, pulling her ever closer to his heat, feathering across her body like wings.

The tingle along her skin, so light and so warm, was like magick. Or was it her imagination? But when his breath whispered across her face, his masculine scent drove all inquisitive thoughts from her mind. Her eyes fluttered, though she fought to keep them open.

His scent was hard, edgy, and oh so male. It took all she had to not lean forward and inhale like some drug addict.

Any other time, someone so tall and imposing leaning over her like this would set off all kinds of alarms in her head. Yet, with Ramose, she didn’t feel uncomfortable. Was that because of the dream? If so, she was headed for a big disappointment, because there was no way this man was the same one.

She would not let him kiss her. That was so not happening on her first night in Egypt.

Was it?

He waited, with that crooked half smile, his head cocked to one side.

“What?” she finally asked, realizing she’d forgotten his question.

“Like an overgrown child?” His eyes darkened, and the edge of purple energy flashed along the perimeter of his body.

Tamara’s breath hitched, her lips curving into a smile. She’d bet if he could see her aura, it’d be more than edged with purple. Aw, hell, maybe it was going to happen. What was the harm in a simple kiss? “Aren’t all men overgrown children?”

What was she doing? Her voice didn’t even sound like hers. Instead, it sounded like some come-hither sex goddess or something. She bit her lip, but, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t look away.

He chuckled, his gaze never leaving hers. “I have not been called a child for many, many years, Tamara.” His soft, dark curls brushed her cheek, and he dipped his head, drawing closer.

The sound of his laughter did strange things inside her, and her knees trembled. She leaned back against her door. She really should unlock it, go inside, get on the phone, and yell at Julie. But, right this instant, all she could think about was the powerful man leaning over her, his masculine scent teasing her senses.

Sense.

Yep, she needed to find some because every bit of common sense had scattered about the time he’d leaned against the doorjamb. “Maybe it’s time someone reminded you of who you are.”

He laughed again, the sound low in his throat. He brushed aside a stray hair teasing her cheek. She swallowed hard when he let his hand trail down her shoulder to her arm bracelet. His eyes sparked, and, for an instant, she thought she saw anger flicker in his aura, but it disappeared before she could be sure.

“Tomorrow, then,” he said. He leaned forward, and she thought he would kiss her now. She longed for his lips to touch hers, but he merely whispered in her ear. “Nine in the morning. Be ready.”

He turned and moved down the hall.

Tamara was tempted to watch him until he reached the elevator, but that would be just wrong. What the hell? It’s a vacation. She peered down the hall one more time.

Oooh, bad idea. His trousers clung to his butt, cupping each cheek as delicately as a woman’s hands.

With heat burning in her cheeks, Tamara jerked back to her door, twisted the key, and charged inside, slamming the door between them.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Born in Atlanta, the daughter of an Army Soldier during the early stages of the Viet Nam war, I spent my childhood traveling from state to state, finally ending up overseas in Germany where I graduated high school six months early.

My writing career however began as a young Airman in the Air Force, writing monthly articles for the weekly base paper.  The articles ranged from climatological data to full center fold articles on the destructive forces of hurricanes.  As I increased in rank, my writing changed to more technological instruction, including such works as  WSR-88D Doppler Radar Data Interpretation Guide for North Carolina Stations, and Station Operating Procedures.  

But my early writing wasn’t limited only to the technological side.  I’ve written multiple dog training and behavior articles for canine websites such as Sonora Canine Freestyle, and also the Ask Blackjack column, a fun training column in the voice of my labrador retriever, then a young pup.

My first book, SheWolf, won 2nd place for Best First book in RWA’s PFF&P Prism awards.

 I’m married to a wonderful man named Doug, who is also retired Air Force.  We live in North Carolina with our two dogs. 

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I love featuring new to me authors on my blog. RL Syme is new to me but wow, what a hot cover and I love the blurb. Scotsmen are so hunky! Check out the excerpt below and be sure to enter RL Syme's giveaway!

The Outcast Highlander

(The Highland Renegades)

by R.L. Syme

Scottish Historical Medieval
Sweet Romance
254 pages, self-published

He's lost his family, his title, and his honor, but he can't lose her...

Kensey MacLeod returns home after a failed marriage alliance in France to find her world in turmoil: her best friend married to an English sympathizer, her mother at death's door, and her father imprisoned and thought dead. As an English lord descends to claim her father's lands, Kensey escapes north with her mother and brother, and runs straight into the arms of the outcast Highlander.

Driven from home and family by a crazed father, Broccin Sinclair refuses to stand aside while the English invade his beloved Scotland. But who should he champion? The freedom fighter who saved his life, the family who has forgotten him, or the woman who captured his childhood heart?

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EXCERPT:

“If it wouldn’t be too much trouble, may I ask why your horse grazes yonder when there are men who chase you?”

          “Oh, stop, you impertinent fool.” Kensey shook his hand away and searched the area around her for something. “I was knocked off my horse.”

          “What are you looking for?”

          She sighed. “I would like to get up and resume my travels.”

          So she looked for something to pull herself up with, yet ignored his help. How like her. He must be beneath her notice. Or her care.

          “Let me help you.” He stood and offered both hands. She considered him for a moment and finally touched him again. He couldn’t deny a tiny thrill at having won the fight, or at having her hands in his. But her frustration continued.

          She furrowed her brow and released his hands. First one step, then another. But on the third step, she began to sway and Broc had to follow quickly to catch her.

          “You’re in no state to be walking.” He swept her into his arms, despite her protest, and stilled her grasping hands by hooking both of her wrists together in one grip. “Nor riding.”

          He deposited her atop his horse and jumped up before she could make any more fuss. The Ross men obviously hadn’t followed them, but they would have to proceed carefully from here, knowing they may come back upon them at any time.

          Broc urged his horse forward into a slow cantor, searching for the least dense path forward. In his lap, Kensey pulled on the dirty folds of her dress, dislodging bits of the forest floor that still clung to the delicate fabric.

          “What are you doing here?” she demanded.

          “Let’s get you out of here first, lass.” He glanced back into the thick canopy of stillness for a moment. “Ross’s men may be quick on our heels.” 

          Sitting against him as she was now, she felt tiny and vulnerable. His cloak had opened as he’d climbed onto Gaidel’s back and she was now sitting in the midst of it, against his nearly bare chest. She seemed to suck up all the warmth in his body as she curled against him. Her eyelashes blinked furiously, as though she tried to keep herself awake when sleep called. He reached down and wrapped the warmth of the cloak around her.

          “You can sleep. It appears we’ve lost our pursuers and it will be slow progress back to the trail, if we even dare to follow it.”

          “I’m not tired.” She yawned and her weight pressed even more against him. She would no doubt be asleep soon. His body tensed against the desire that tried to consume him. This was his brother’s intended.

          He was merely delivering her back to him.

          Not enjoying having her in his arms. Not at all.

Author bio:

R.L. Syme works at a youth theatre, teaching kids performing arts and musical performance classes/camps when she's not writing. Otherwise, she's putting her Seminary degree to good use writing romance novels. Let not all those systematic theology classes go to waste...

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Do you like vampire tales full of angst and sex appeal? Caridad is stopping by to share her latest release and holding a giveaway. Make sure you enter using the rafflecopter below.

Loving a dead man can be brutal . . . 

Diana Reye’s pregnancy is draining her of life.  Now vampire Ryder Latimer is faced with the most difficult choice of all.  Turn Diana, or lose her and the baby.  If Ryder chooses to save them, he risks the wrath of the Slayer Council and will be marked for death by their friend Michaela.

Chasing a vampire can be consuming . . . 

While acting as an enforcer for the Slayer Council, FBI agent Michaela Ramirez has been searching for the vampire who raped and killed her mother.  Since meeting FBI Director Jesus Hernandez, however, Michaela is losing a bit of her edge.  She can’t stop imagining the possibility of a life full of happiness and passion with her handsome boss by her side…and in her bed.

Living without love isn’t an option . . . 

But soon trouble comes calling as the vampire she hunts makes Michaela his prey. Now, as she and Ryder both make the difficult decision to break all the rules for love, Michaela finds herself in a battle not only for her own life, but for her friends’ lives as well.


Excerpt:
New Jersey Shore

Eighteen Years Ago

The rich scent of the woman’s blood peppered the night air.

The woman who should be long dead.

Connall Burk had grown up on the Jersey Shore centuries ago, and now as an immortal vampire, he came back every summer to relive the many pleasant nights he’d experienced on the oceanfront. Good thing. Apparently he had loose ends to tie up.

He hadn’t seen the woman in the yellow sundress for nearly eight years. Not since the warm summer night he had wooed her at a bar just a few towns over. He remembered her vividly; her blue eyes were amazing, mesmerizing. They’d gone for a walk that night, and after finding a quiet place under the boardwalk, he’d led her deep beneath the fragrant, freshly laid planks of wood.

And then he had raped her and drained her dry of blood, relishing the intoxicating sight of life extinguishing in those blue, blue eyes.

Or at least he had thought it had. Now that he knew better, he intended to fix his mistake.

But not before having a little fun.

Moments ago when he spotted her, he’d gone after her, but the bouncer at the bar had stepped between them, keeping him from seizing her and hauling her off.

She’d run, of course. But he had scratched her arm as he’d grabbed for her, and she was bleeding. Child’s play for a vampire to follow.

With mounting anticipation, he tracked the scent of her blood and the crackle and snap of the sharp marsh grasses as she fled down the dunes. It had been a dry summer along the Shore and the noise was enough to wake the dead. But they were alone on the beachfront.

Or were they…? She crested a dune and the moonlight shone down, highlighting her bright yellow sundress. Beside her, closer to the ground, there was a brief movement of a shadow. But it disappeared just as quickly.

Her gaze connected with his, filled with fear. He smiled. The only thing more intoxicating than the fragrance of her blood was the smell of her terror.

She turned and ran again. Not that she would escape him.

Eager for a taste of her, he hurtled toward her at vamp speed, but she surprised him, whirling to hold her ground. She held her head high in what she must have thought was a courageous tilt, but it was merely reckless. Did she not remember who he was? What he was? Blood flowed freely from the cut on her arm, liquid obsidian in the moonlight, making him salivate. So tempting…

“You didn’t think you could escape me again, did you?” Connall said, sauntering to stand before her.

She looked past him, but when he went to track her gaze, she challenged him. “You will not rape me again. I won’t allow it.”

He stared at her, incredulous and angry. “You won’t allow it?”

He laughed then, and with a quick slash, he raked his razor-like fingernails across her throat, slashing it open.

Blood gushed from the wound and spilled down her throat, staining the bright yellow sundress with streaks of crimson.

She brought a hand to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding, but he yanked it away and laughed even louder. “I’ll rape you as you die. And I’ll rape you afterward, as your body cools. But first—” No sense wasting such delicious fare.

He wrapped his arm around her, holding her body tight to his as he buried his mouth in the slash of her wound and fed greedily. The life force in her blood awakened his baser desires, and he ripped off the top of her sundress.

The blood from her throat dripped down onto her breasts and he licked at them, then bit her hard. She moaned in pain and tried to push him away, but by now her actions were half-hearted. Half-dead.

He forced her to the ground, alternating between feeding from her throat and her breasts. Jerking open his pants, he freed his cock, then tore off her panties. He drove into her, relishing her agonized moans and the orgy of her blood. Pleasuring himself long after her heart had stopped beating.

His head spun, high from the feeding, his bloodlust sated for now. With one last, powerful thrust he spilled his seed, then fell away from her onto his back with a groan of contentment.

Another perfect night on the Jersey Shore.

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling paranormal and romantic suspense author Caridad Pineiro wrote her first novel in the fifth grade when her teacher assigned a project – to write a book for a class lending library. Bitten by the writing bug, Caridad continued with her passion for the written word through high school, college and law school. In 1999, Caridad’s first novel was released and over a decade later, Caridad is the author of almost forty published novels and novellas. When not writing, Caridad is an attorney, wife and mother to an aspiring writer and fashionista.

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