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Their Lusty Little Valentine (MFMM)

The Lusty, Texas Collection

By Cara Covington

Categories: Erotic Romance, Historical, Menage a Trois/Quatre

Word Count: 73,517

Heat Level: SEXTREME

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[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Historical Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, light consensual BDSM, spanking, HEA]

Samantha Kincaid knows what she wants in life. Since she was a teenage, she has planned to be a lawyer, a judge, and one day, maybe, the first woman Justice of the Supreme Court. Knowing that no one will credit her accomplishments locally because her father wields significant influence, she decides to head to Austin, Texas, to accomplish her goals. All is going well until she takes a wrong turn and ends up stranded in a town called Lusty when her car dies.

Preston, Taylor, and Charles Kendall recognize Samantha as the woman that was meant to be theirs when they come to her aid.

She always knew she had to choose between having a career and a family. It was never a difficult choice because she had never met a man who appealed to her enough to marry. Now she’s met three. The only real question is, can the men convince Samantha that she can indeed have it all, with them?

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STORY EXCERPT

She didn’t answer him in words. Instead she walked over and gazed down at car’s engine.

“Did you name her Sally?”

Samantha tilted her head and spared Preston a quick look.

He must have taken her blank stare for confusion. “After the song by Mark Rice, since it came out the same year your car was born,” he said.

Not many people knew that Wilson Pickett hadn’t recorded that song first. Preston’s intelligence and the sincere expression in his eyes were a dangerous combination. She didn’t think she could ever maintain a “mad” against this man.

Good thing it won’t ever be an issue since I won’t be here longer than it takes to call a tow truck and find a motel.

“No. I call her Baby, as she’s likely the only one I’ll ever have.”

“Now that is a shame, sweetheart,” the unnamed man said. “I’m Charles, by the way. I realize you’re smart enough to know he’s Preston and this one’s Taylor. We’re brothers, and our last name is Kendall. And you are?”

“Samantha Kincaid.”

“You had to know with all that red hair she’d be Irish,” Preston said. He edged just slightly closer and looked down with her at the engine.

Samantha caught the way Preston was looking from the motor to her. He’s likely trying to see if I even know what I’m looking at. “It’s a 289 4.7 liter 2 barrel.” Her father had taught her how to do her own oil changes and how to perform simple maintenance procedures required of any car owner. She could change a flat and check all the fluid levels, and had even installed a new set of spark plugs once.

“No,” Charles said. “It’s a 289 4.7 liter 2 barrel with a thrown piston.”

Her gaze snapped up to his. “Why would you say that?”

“We heard the bang of it, and saw the way your car came to a very jerky stop. That wasn’t you jumping on the brakes, I’ll bet, but your engine seizing. Your car is going to need a new engine, Miss Kincaid.”

Charles was right. She hadn’t been the one to make the car jerk to such a sudden stop. “Well, hells bells.” She looked around the town. “Is there a phone booth somewhere? I guess I’ll need to call for a tow, and a mechanic.”

“There’re no phone booths in town,” Preston said. “As well, not a single business is open today. Sorry.”

He certainly didn’t look sorry. “You don’t have to look so happy about that.” It was pretty hard not to smile at the man. Considering the state of her poor car, and the crisis she now faced, the fact she could smile was a remarkable thing, indeed.

“What can I say?” he spread his hands, palms up, as if stating the obvious. “I’m a happy man.”

Samantha exhaled, her breath ruffling her bangs. The heat had built so that she felt as if she was in an oven. Taking a moment to scan the town, she used her wrist to blot at the perspiration on her forehead. It really was incredibly hot—and there really wasn’t a single business open. That fact shouldn’t have surprised her at all. It was, after all, Sunday, and this was a small town.

New York City never closed, but then that city was in a class by itself.

“Miss Kincaid, do you see that rather large house just over there?” Taylor pointed to the south. There were actually two large houses that she could see. They appeared to be standing nearly across from each other but about a quarter of a mile apart. She imagined there were streets or fields between them. The downtown core didn’t stretch that far, and one of the two houses put her in mind of an antebellum plantation home.

“That’s our home. Our parents and our grandparents are in residence, and I know they would be delighted for you to come over and use our telephone. Even if you have to call long distance to have someone come to your aid, that would be perfectly fine.”

“In fact,” Charles said, “if we don’t bring you home and Mother finds out about it, there’ll be hell to pay.”

The mention of family in residence eased her concern about propriety—and at the same time, ridiculously, disappointed her.

She’d eschewed much of her generation’s worship of “free love.” Not that she was a prude, but she did believe that intimacy should only be shared after a man and woman got to know each other.

It completely embarrassed her that the tiny mental fantasy that arose when she thought the word “intimacy” featured her with not one, but all three of these sexy Texan men.

It has to be the heat. Push that thought away right now!

“Oh, dear. You’re looking very flushed. Mother will be annoyed if we let you get heat stroke. You best come along.” Preston took her hand and began to lead her away from her car. “It’ll only take us about ten minutes to walk to the house. I apologize, the three of us were just over visiting some friends. We often leave our cars at home, because our town isn’t very big.”

“If we’d had any inkling we’d be rescuing a damsel in distress today, we’d have driven one of them,” Charles said.

“Although if we had, we may not have been on hand when you needed us, so there you have it.” Taylor seemed quite certain of that.

“Wait. I need to lock my car and grab my purse.”

“I’ll grab your bag for you, but there’s no need to lock your car.” Charles spun on his heal and jogged back to Baby.

“This is Lusty. No one will touch it.” Preston had hold of her hand, and tossed that nugget back to her without breaking his stride.

Her mother had told her, before she’d left home, that for the most part, Texan men were gentlemen in the finest Southern tradition, and would treat a lady with the utmost respect. Samantha made a note that the next time she spoke to her mother, she would have to deliver the news that times—and Texan men—certainly had changed.

ADULT EXCERPT

 They were, all three of them naked, and with the flick of her wrists, and a subtle kicking aside of a silken triangle, she was, too.

It took every bit of her resolve not to cover her breasts or her pussy. She’d been nude before, and even had been seen in the nude a couple of times, but this was the first time in her life she felt totally naked.

“I thought Preston told you to stop thinking.” Taylor quirked one eyebrow and Samantha met his gaze.

“Under the circumstances, it’s hard not to.”

“That’s on us, then. We haven’t sufficiently distracted you.” Charlie stepped forward and scooped her into his arms. He’d moved so quickly and decisively she gasped.

The next thing she knew, the shower had come on. Taylor tested the water, nodded, and then Charlie carried her in, and under the downpour.

Charlie set her down, and as she closed her eyes under the spray, she felt the three men move in close to her, surround her.

And then, oh, God, there were hands on her, so many hands slicked with soap and set on seduction.

“Keep your eyes closed.”

Preston Kendall is a bossy man. At the moment, though, since water was showering down on her and the scent of shampoo filled the glass enclosure, she did as he commanded.

Someone took hold of her hands and raised her arms above her head, and then she felt a tug on her hair. Following the silent directive, she tilted her head back.

“Mmm.” The sensation of having her breasts, belly, and hair all washed at the same time overwhelmed her senses. She shivered, and her pussy clenched, as if looking for a cock to grasp onto. Not one to mince words, she said, “This feels so good.”

“It gets better.” Preston’s whispered words brushed her face. He covered her mouth with his own, his kiss carnal as he plunged his tongue into her mouth.

His hand slid down her stomach in a straight line to her cunt. Fingers delved, and Samantha moaned into his mouth. She couldn’t prevent her hips from rolling toward him, wordlessly begging for more of his touch.

Preston tapered his kiss, then used his lips to caress her throat. Behind her, someone stood flush, and the press of a hot, fully aroused cock rubbed against her ass, nestling at the top of her crack.

“Your cunt is hot and wet. Is it hungry, kitten? Is your cunt hungry for us?”

Arousal soared high and fast. Samantha moaned and nodded, simple words now beyond her. Hungry? No, her body was starving for the touch of these men, nearly desperate to be filled by them.

“I think that’s a yes.” Taylor’s words sounded in her right ear, and then his lips kissed her, nuzzled her, and Samantha shivered.

“I want to feel her pussy.” Charlie’s voice had deepened and taken on a guttural edge. She felt movement and understood he was the one holding her arms aloft, as he maneuvered on her right side and then slid his hand down to join his brother’s.

Fingers stroked and then delved and, oh God, she had two fingers inside her pussy, and it felt so good.

The sounds that emerged from her seemed to thrill the men.

“You are hungry. All right, then, kitten, we’re going to take care of you right now. Come for us, baby.”

I should tell them that’s something I’ve never been very good at…the thought evaporated, fizzing out under the onslaught of their mouths and hands and fingers. Someone pinched and then tugged on her clitoris.

Samantha came, her orgasm exploding out of her, unexpected and completely overwhelming. The sound of her scream echoed against the glass shower enclosure. Arms supported her as her knees lost all strength, and she whimpered as wave after thrilling wave of life-altering energy sizzled through her.

“Hot holy hell, woman, you’re responsive.” Charlie took her left nipple into his mouth and suckled strongly.

“Let’s see how you fly, now that we’ve taken the edge off for you. Now we can love you properly.” Taylor nuzzled her neck and shoulder.

Her arms went lax. She didn’t recall Charlie releasing her hands. Then Taylor’s words penetrated, and she shivered. “Taken the edge off?” There were other words he’d spoken, too. One word in particular, that she didn’t want to hear or even think about.

He probably just said “love you” to be a gentleman, choosing not to use the crasser “have sex with you” or the even baser “fuck you.”

Samantha’s heart raced, her lungs fought for air, and she felt as if every single bone in her body had turned to rubber. Needing to distract herself from her own recent thoughts, she said, “Any more excitement and I may not survive.”

Preston chuckled. “We’ll just have to see about that, w

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Sinful Resurrection

CSA Case Files, Book 2

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Sins of the past have been resurrected, predetermining their path to love. Can they overcome the treacherous obstacles set before them?

Jax Christensen likes his life just the way it is. He has his work, his club, and the occasional naked submissive to take his mind off everything else. He doesn’t talk about the past, as there is no point in reminiscing about things that cannot be altered. His chest has an empty hole where his heart used to be, but he’s grown accustomed to the constant pain. It’s become the only thing that reminds Jax that he’s alive.

Emily Weiss has never forgotten the one and only man she’s ever loved. She’s hidden for two long years in an attempt to protect Jax and herself, desperate to try and stay one step ahead of those who want her dead. She has information that could destroy the United Nations. Unfortunately, they want to eliminate her first. Emily’s exhausted and wants more than anything to feel safe once more. That was how she felt in Jax’s strong arms and she longs to be there again.

When Jax sees that Emily has risen from the grave, his heart and soul are full of anger and regret. He’ll never forgive her lies and deception. He will, however, keep her safe. He hates her for what she’s done, but he doesn’t want her death on his conscience. He’ll protect her and then walk away.

Secrets are revealed and the danger is more sinister and deadly than anyone could have guessed. Jax and Emily are forced on the run and the passion they once felt for one another burns even hotter and brighter the second time around. Jax doesn’t know how he’ll walk away this time or if he even wants to. Emily is determined to expose a high-level official within the United Nations and walk away unscathed. She wants a second chance with her first love — even if it kills her.

EXCERPT

He’d cataloged three people in the room.  Crest was behind his desk, Emily was standing in front of him, and one other person was to his right.  Jax didn’t give the man a second glance.  He didn’t give a shit who the tight ass suit was.  He only cared about the woman standing in front of him.  Emily slowly turned and faced him, her blue eyes filled with regret and something else he couldn’t name.  Whatever it was couldn’t hold a candle to the rage that was simmering in his veins.  He changed his mind.  There was no reason fucking good enough for what she’d put him through, only to turn up two years later as if nothing had happened.

“Jax, you need to listen to me,” Crest said, coming into his line of vision.

Jax turned and within seconds had Crest shoved up against the wall with his forearm against his boss’s throat.  He was breathing hard, waiting for an excuse to be able to physically take out his frustration on another human being.  Finally clearing the haze from his eyes, it dawned on him that Crest had known all along who Emily was and what her connection was to Jax.  What else did Crest know?  He pulled his arm back, with every intention of getting retribution.

“Jax, please don’t.”

Emily’s voice cut through the miasma that had surrounded him.  He was trained better and knew that the slightest hesitation gave the other person the advantage, but it was too late.  Before Jax could blink Crest brought up his hands, breaking the hold.  Jax found himself up against the wall, Crest in total control.

“I’m going to release you and you’re going to listen, because Emily’s life depends on it.”  Crest’s voice never wavered, instead remaining calm and cool like his demeanor.  That caused Jax to feel even more rage, but he bottled it quickly, knowing Crest had the upper hand at the moment.  Jax relaxed his muscles, leaning his weight on the wall.  He could play this game with the best of them.  Crest continued to speak.  “I know this looks bad, Jax, but she had good reason for what she did.”

“Just like you had good reason to keep it from me?” Jax asked, unable to keep all of his fury contained.  He remained as still as Crest, relaxed in his hold, and waited until the man took a step back.  Jax wiped the back of his hand over his mouth, unable to believe this was really happening.  Disloyalty was something he couldn’t tolerate.  He thought Crest held the same morals, but apparently not.  “Nothing will ever make that right, Top.”

Jax had purposefully used the nickname that grunts used in reference to Master Sergeants in the Marines.  He wanted — no, needed — to drill into Crest what an intimate betrayal this was.  He personally had never called Gavin Crest by the nickname that Connor seemed to use like a minion did to a god.  He understood his friend’s need to be grateful to Crest for giving them a chance to live their lives as a normal civilian, but Jax felt like he’d repaid his debt tenfold.  He did his job and he did it well.  No one could ask for more.

Connor had repeatedly said that Jax had changed on their last combat tour.  Emily’s absence from his life had done that to him and made him realize what a person went through when people were ripped away.  Switching his gaze to the woman he would have laid his life down for made him understand that her death would have been easier to accept.  Her perfidy and deceit was just too much.

“Jax, I didn’t know until a month ago,” Crest explained.  He took another step back, as if unsure how Jax would react, before slowly moving to stand in front of his desk.  He loosened his tie and then made sure his cuff links were still in place.  Jax couldn’t bring himself to look Emily in the eye and instead concentrated on Crest.  She disgusted him and the only way he was going to get through this was if he listened to what Crest had to say and then left for his flight out of the country.  He wanted to be anywhere but here.  Crest motioned to the other man.  “This is Schultz Jessalyn, Special Assistant to the National Security Advisor.”

Jax ignored the man who still stood on the other side of the room.  There was no need for introductions, regardless of this man’s position.  He could be the fucking Pope and Jax wouldn’t have cared.  Not wanting to appear anything else but bored with this conversation, Jax stepped forward and crossed his arms.  The faster he dealt with this the sooner he could leave.

“I have a flight to catch,” Jax said, keeping his tone even.  He thought about quitting, handing in his resignation right here and now, but the assignment that would take him around the world and away from the duplicity that was filling up this room sounded even better.  “Don’t worry, Crest.  I’ll do my job.”

“Jessie is on her way in,” Crest said, as if Jax hadn’t spoken.  His dark green eyes zeroed in on Jax. “She’s going to change your flight information over to Lach.  He’s taking the overseas assignment.  I need you here.  Emily needs you here.”

Jax ground his teeth together to prevent himself from saying they could all go fuck themselves, but something held him back.  Even though it felt like he was roasting his entire body over excruciatingly hot flames, he forced himself to really look at Emily.  She’d dyed her dark brown hair to a light blonde, although she had left the length that he used to love to play with and still dreamed about.  She was slightly thinner than he remembered, but he could find no sympathy that she might have stressed over the choices that she’d made.  Her athletic build was still there, although slightly less obvious.  There were shadows underneath her blue eyes and her skin had taken on a pale pallor, yet still he could feel their enduring connection.  A mental barrier shifted into place, blocking out any emotion that may have lingered.  Emily had no idea the hell she was putting him through but he immediately had closure that he hadn’t before.  She was deader to him now more than ever.  That switch was thrown.

“She made her choice.”  Jax turned on the heel of his boot and walked to the door.  He changed his mind on quitting.  “You’ll have my resignation on your desk by the end of the day.”

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First and foremost, I love life.  I love that I'm a wife, mother, daughter, sister...and a writer.

I am one of the lucky women in this world who gets to do what makes them happy.  As long as I have a cup of coffee (maybe two or three) and my laptop, the stories evolve themselves and I try to do them justice.  I draw my inspiration from a retired Marine Master Sergeant that swept me off of my feet and has drawn me into a world that fulfills all of my deepest and darkest desires.  Erotic romance, military men, intrigue, with a little bit of kinky chili pepper (his recipe), fill my head and there is nothing more satisfying than making the hero and heroine fulfill their destinies.

Thank you for having joined me on their journeys...

Welcome Kennedy Layne

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First and foremost, I love life. I love that I'm a wife, mother, daughter, sister...and a writer.

I am one of the lucky women in this world who gets to do what makes them happy. As long as I have a cup of coffee (maybe two or three) and my laptop, the stories evolve themselves and I try to do them justice. I draw my inspiration from a retired Marine Master Sergeant that swept me off of my feet and has drawn me into a world that fulfills all of my deepest and darkest desires. Erotic romance, military men, intrigue, with a little bit of kinky chili pepper (his recipe), fill my head and there is nothing more satisfying than making the hero and heroine fulfill their destinies.

Thank you for having joined me on their journeys...

CAPTURED INNOCENCE

CSA CASE FILES, BOOK ONE

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When former Marine, Connor Ortega, was ordered into the offices of Crest Security Agency on a Saturday morning, he didn’t expect the latest case to hit so close to home. A submissive has been murdered in a particularly vicious manner and to bring her killer to justice, he must go undercover. Not hard to do considering he’s already part of the BDSM lifestyle.

Lauren Bailey, a local vendor of bejeweled erotic implements, lives vicariously through her clients due to her fear of bondage. When Connor’s dominant side can’t resist trying to ease her anxieties, she accepts his proposal and agrees to his one stipulation…keep things casual.

When the killer sets his sights on Lauren, Connor is forced to rethink their relationship. He has the training it takes to catch a murderer, but does he have the courage to escape his inner demons and capture Lauren’s heart? 

EXCERPT

Lauren felt lightheaded at his command, and for a brief moment believed she’d faint if she followed it. The butterflies flying in her stomach wanted an escape and she was afraid she’d give them one. Slowly, she bent over to where she could grab her ankles. How was it that he hadn’t even touched her, yet she felt as if they’d just had sex for an hour? A light sheen of perspiration had already broken out over her body and her knees felt like jelly. Lauren forced herself to lock her knees in place.

“You have a beautiful body,” Connor said, slowly walking around her. His bare feet came into her line of view and it struck her that they appeared masculine. The thought made her want to giggle, which was so unlike her. She wasn’t that type of woman, yet her emotions were running rampant. “Your crevice is curved with precision, while your rosebud is perfectly centered and lightly dusted with your red hair. The things I will show you will fulfill every dark fantasy you’ve ever had, Red.”

Heat infused her body as wicked images flashed through her mind. Why wasn’t he touching her if he wanted to show her all of these things? Lauren could feel his heat from inches away and her anus throbbed with the need for contact. She’d never been introduced to anal play, mostly due to the fact the men she’d been with were vanilla in nature, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to experience it. Again, why was he not touching her?

“Palms flat on the floor and spread your legs wider,” Connor ordered, not moving from his position. “I want to see how well you shaved your pussy. I warn you now, should it not meet my satisfaction, that will only add to your count.”

She was relatively sure that Connor knew his words would produce her pussy to cream. Lauren felt the moisture seep through her folds as her hands touched the hardwood floor in front of her. Shifting her feet farther apart, her juices slipped past and coated her inner thighs.

“It pleases me to know that my voice alone can make you aroused,” Connor murmured, surprised her when he slid a finger through her lips. Spasms rocked her pussy, but he did nothing more. She heard him hum and knew that he’d tasted her. “Your flavor is unmistakable. I can’t seem to get enough, but right now we have other things to do. I want you to stand, walk over to the bed and situate yourself on the end of the mattress. You are to place your knees on the edge and keep them separated as wide as you can while your shoulders rest against the comforter. Your ass will be up in the air and exposed to me, while your arms are to either side of you.”

Lauren took her time to stand, the lightheaded feeling have never fully gone away. She was having trouble slowing her heart rate and her mouth had gone completely dry. Did he plan to bind her arms to the mattress? Was that even possible? She didn’t have any type of contraption to do that, but then again, she wasn’t sure what the hair ties were to be used for. They felt no different to her than when she wore her watch on her left wrist. He’d placed them on her, so she assumed he had a reason for doing so.

Making her way to the edge of the bed, Lauren tried to see what he’d placed on the chair. Was that her tube of lubricant that she kept in the spare bedroom for work? Zippers tended to get stuck and chains managed to become tangled...KY Jelly was a simple solution. But she knew his intentions would be totally different. She should be focused on what he had planned for the wrist ties, but her anus was pulsing with what he intended for the lube.

“What were my instructions?” Connor asked, his voice in her right ear. The warmth of his breath caused her to tilt her head as shivers rolled through her. “At this rate, we’ll have to toss out counting how many spankings you obtain. Maybe I should integrate them within this scene. It might help you focus on me instead of what is on that chair.”

Lauren wasn’t sure if she should answer or not, considering Connor had spoken after his initial question. Instead, she quickly climbed onto the bed and situated herself the way he required. The vulnerability of the position wasn’t lost on her. She gathered up the comforter in her fists for something to hold on to and wished her mental state had something similar. As it was, she felt as if she were in free-fall.

“I think that is what we shall do, so that after our scene I can hold you and fall asleep peacefully. Knowing how we’ll both be satiated, mentally and physically, can be rather exhausting.” Connor walked over to the chair, but since her cheek was resting on the blanket, she couldn’t see what he’d grabbed. He walked back and continued until he was behind her. She resisted the urge to move her hips. “Have you experienced the pleasure of a butt plug, Red?”

“No,” Lauren whispered. The sound of her voice seemed far away as blood rushed through her ears. She tried to attach his title to the word, but her long pause was evident. It seemed to give him so much power, yet that was what she wanted. “Sir.”

“By the time this scene ends, your words will flow together nicely,” Connor said, his promise ringing through the air. “Now, I’ll ask once again to give you more practice. Have you ever experienced the pleasure of a plug?”

Lauren’s breath caught as she felt his finger brush over her tight ring. In a whoosh of air, her words came rushing out. She’d never been touched there by a man.

“No, Sir, I haven’t.”

“Now, see, wasn’t that easier?” Connor asked. She heard the familiar click of the tube, knowing he’d flicked it open with his thumb.

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CHERISHED 1: EXILE

Declan Graham is a skeptic. He's a driven man with a logical mindset that leaves no room for the belief in ghosts, spirits, or things that go bump in the dark. Much to his dismay, a loss of employment leads him to move back to his kooky New England hometown, a place filled with people who believe in all things supernatural and where everyone seems to have a secret. On top of it all, his neighbor is the son of a Norse god.

Within twenty-four hours of meeting the demi-god Finn Bryant, Declan’s understanding of the world turns upside down, and he finds himself face-to-face with the superstitions he has tried to escape from over the span of his adult life. Filled with a mysterious and enigmatic hunk, passionate love, and the threat of certain death, the strange town of Cherish will put Declan through a gauntlet of turmoil that leads up to a final realization that may just be enough to unravel his very sanity.

STORY EXCERPT

 “You have to be shitting me. Excuse my language, but that is the biggest lie I have ever heard. I heard the rumors about all the women that want you in town,” Declan sputtered about before his brain could even think to stop those words.

Finn simply laughed in that carefree kind of way and went about fixing his plate. If it was one thing the other had beyond good looks and an obvious sense of humor, it was an appetite. He watched on in awe, yet again at his neighbor, as he piled his plate high. He couldn’t say that he didn’t understand, for the man looked like a sheer powerhouse of physical prowess and well-defined muscle. By the time he sat the brown dish back in front of him, Declan couldn’t even see a single bit of the plate’s visible surface for the sheer amount of food that was on it. He in turn fixed his own serving, but it was one that hardly matched Finn’s in volume.

“It’s the truth. I’m not exactly attracted to women. Cherish doesn’t have a huge populace under the age of forty-five to pick from beyond that,” he said.

“Or the sane,” Declan offered.

They both broke out into earnest laughter.

Finn swallowed and washed down a bite of pork with his wine. Declan picked at his plate sparingly. He was far more entranced in his company than he was in the delicious meal his mother made them. Finn leveled his gaze at him while he speared another stem of asparagus onto his fork.

“I guess you don’t buy into the whole supernatural thing, huh? That was one of the first things I noticed about Cherish. Everyone seems to have their own belief system, and they are as far-branching and diverse as the next. It’s a welcoming kind of community like that, I guess. No one is forced to believe any one thing,” Finn said.

He shrugged his shoulders. “It’s hard enough growing up with the struggle of sexuality, the uncertainty of the future, and the need to fit in. All my life, until I moved to California, I watched as the people around me put their faith blindly in a world that doesn’t exist. Vampires, werewolves, ghosts…it’s all just a bunch of nonsense, like the tooth fairy is for children. It gives us some hope in a life after death, when all we really have is this fleeting moment. Where was a guardian angel when my dad lost the fight to stage-four cancer?”

Finn frowned heavily at him and volleyed him a look that appeared laden with genuine concern.

The rest of their meal went by with idle chatter. Time passed more quickly than he would have liked to admit. They discussed what exactly Finn did for work as a private contractor, the spiritual group his mother ran, and their dreams and aspirations for later in life. Declan was surprised at how easy he was to talk to. For the first time in a long time, he simply let his guard down and let someone in. He wasn’t disappointed either. Finn was as kind as he was a good listener. There was something about the other that made him feel perfectly at ease. While there was definite attraction there, they were able to simply get to know one another through the rest of dinner, which was a nice change of pace.

The hours seemed to pass like minutes in Finn’s company. Declan was able to laugh and joke with him in a way that he hadn’t found ever before. They flirted back and forth, enjoyed some witty banter, and ended up breaking into a new bottle of wine. He wasn’t sure if it was the buzz of the red wine or the elation of having company that actually stimulated him intellectually, but Declan was having a ball. He’d have to remember to thank his mother in the morning for the chance to meet someone as delightful as Finn. He could see what all the other women in Cherish must have spotted in the man—a caring individual that was as attractive on the inside as he was the outside. He felt himself heavily attracted to the man, both physically and emotionally. It startled Declan to recognize such a thing and he withdrew a little. The last thing he wanted to do was to get his heart broken again by a handsome man with a silver tongue.

Declan put away the leftovers, cleared their plates, and poured them another glass of wine. His mother had made them a small cheesecake to share for dessert, which he pulled out and sat upon the counter. He had turned away from Finn to get a knife out of the drawer reserved for cutlery when he felt the heat of another body slide up behind him. Declan felt every muscle in his body tense with the closeness of the man he was so attracted to. There was the pass of lips against the exposed back of his neck, between his messy hairline and the collar of his sweater. It was pure instinct to lean back into the warmth of the hard dominant body behind of him, even if his heartbeat thudded away a million miles an hour in his chest

“I’ve been waiting to do that all night,” Finn murmured heavily before he trailed just the tip of his pink tongue against the back of his neck.

ADULT EXCERPT

Finn’s voice was husky and full of craving when he uttered a single command. “Undress.”

He was in no position to resist such a command, nor did he have the slightest inclination to deny Finn what he wanted. He was sure there was a dazed hunger that showed in his eyes. Declan toed out of his shoes, taking a moment to kick each to the side as he went. He fumbled anxiously with the belt buckle of his pants thanks to his trembling hands. The weight of the demigod’s gaze was heavy upon him, bathing him in the erotic fervor of longing. He breathed in with a shallow gasp. Finn’s desire was an intense pulsation upon his skin. Within moments he stepped out of pants, boxers, and socks. Tentatively, his gaze lifted from the ground to meet his god’s. What would it feel like to have his cock pulsating inside of him? He hoped he would find the answer to that question soon.

“Finn,” he murmured, his voice audibly breathy. “I…I want you…”

Declan could tell there was an instant reaction within the other’s body to those words. Finn growled with primal dominance and yanked down his briefs. His muscles coiled with the need to touch the monstrous phallus exposed to him. From within a downy bed of neatly trimmed blond curls, the thick base of his cock jutted out proudly. It curved slightly upward and visibly pulsed with every hard beat of his heart. Declan sucked an unsure breath in. The only person he had ever been sexually active with was Alex and he hardly held a candle to the easy nine inches pointed right at him.

“Touch me,” Finn commanded, and any sense of insecurity fled from his mind.

With a hesitant lift of his hand and a flush across his cheeks, Declan slowly curled his fingers about the extensive scope of his base. He heard a growl escape him and he was sure the other enjoyed his shy exploration. Declan grew brave with the comfort that he was in a safe and loving environment. He gave a slow flick of his wrist upward and pumped his fist about the almost granite flesh. Again, he touched him, grazing his fingers up along his sensitive underside where his swollen glans lay. Declan clenched his fingers gently in surprise when he felt the favor returned by Finn’s hand. His touch was as soft as velvet and made his tip weep clear gems of preseminal fluid down the underside of his shaft.

He couldn’t stand it anymore. He had to have Finn. He tried to tell himself to go slow and easy, not to rush things. That was thrown out the window as soon as he felt the other throbbing in the palm of his hand. Gently he pulled back from the other male’s grasp and backed up onto the stairs. Without the desire to try and make it to the bedroom, he decided to let Finn have him right there. Sure, the staircase wasn’t the most seductive place, but they would have all night to dabble in true seduction. Right now, there was a pressing urgency to consummate this feeling they shared. Declan lay back on the staircase with his rump on one stair, his back arched upon the same his elbows rested upon.

He spread his thighs and gave Finn a clear view of what he had to offer. The other male growled out again, but this time it was a deeper and more gravel tone. He lacked any sign of hesitation when he stepped forward to kneel on the stair below his ass, in between his thighs. Those strong hands scooped his legs up just beneath the joint of his knees and spread them wide. Declan sensed a blush rise to his cheeks at how exposed he was, but since it was for Finn, he didn’t mind too much.

“Be gentle, will you? You’re bigger than I ever had,” he admitted.

Finn’s brows pinched together and there was a flash of an animalistic expression across his visage. “I’ll be gentle and slow at first… You’re mine now, Declan. I have no intention of letting you know any other cock than mine for the rest of your days,” he purred, words dripping with possessive dominance.

“I’d have it no other way,” he breathlessly whispered.

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Welcome Valerie Twombly!!

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As a child, Valerie would often get into trouble for peeking at her mother’s favorite TV show, Dark Shadows. She can still hear her mother saying “It will give you nightmares.” She was right of course, but that did not stop Valerie from watching. As an adult, her love of the fanged creatures never waned. She would watch any vampire movie she could find.

Being a true romantic, Valerie was thrilled when she discovered the genre of paranormal romance. Her first read was one of Lara Adrian’s, Midnight Breed Series and from there she was hooked.

Today, Valerie has decided to take her darker, sensual side and put it to paper. When she is not busy creating a world full of steamy, hot men and strong, seductive women, she juggles her time between a full-time job, hubby and her two German shepherd dogs, in Northern IL.

IMMORTAL GUARDIANS: ETERNAL FLAME

Available from Resplendence Publishing

A woman he cannot have, a man who is only a dream.

When guardian Marcus Dagotto, discovers the Gods have gifted him with a mate, he is pissed. He has no room for love and even less for a human who has no idea he exists.

Cassandra Jensen, has a shattered heart and has given up on men. Only one man can set her body on fire, but he is a fantasy that haunts her sleep.

Two worlds, one desire.

When the two collide, fate will rip them apart and test their resolve. Will darkness and evil prevail? Or, will love conquer all?

EXCERPT

She glanced at the clock, it was one a.m. But the last thing she wanted to do was sleep. She set her glass down and moved off the couch. “I’m not tired.” She reached for his hand and dug for her courage. She had a feeling he didn’t want to leave. “Kiss me.”

He pulled her close and ran his fingers down her cheek. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. Gently, he nibbled her bottom lip, coaxing her mouth open with his tongue. She parted her lips, he took full advantage, pressed his way deeper into her mouth, held the kiss before he broke away.

She opened her eyes and let out a sigh. “You’re a good kisser, Marcus.” She leaned into him and pressed her body against his. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him to her, and their lips came together. Her tongue did a deliberate slow dance across his, making him moan. Her core turned to lava, the heat almost too much to bear.

He pushed her away. “Cassie. I could stand here and kiss you all night, but I’d better go before I make an ass of myself and you end up hating me.”

She reached for his hand, knowing what his aim was. “Why do you think I would end up hating you?” She worried it might be the other way around. Would he think her a wanton woman? She tried to cap her desire, but the need to live what happened in her dreams overruled her common sense.

“I will not lie. I believe in the truth, always. I want you. I want to lie you on the bed and make passionate love to you until neither of us can move.”

“Then what’s stopping you?” she whispered.

“Love, did I hear you correctly?” Disbelief was written on his face.

She gazed into his stormy eyes. “I will admit, I’m not the type who sleeps with a man on the first date.” She looked down at his chest. “Hell, not even the second or third.” Her eyes moved back up to meet his. “I can’t say what it is, this connection I feel. I just know I need you.”

He pulled her close, his mouth crushing hers. Their tongues glided across each other in a play for dominance. Her nipples hardened and strained against the fabric of her dress. With only the thin layer of material between them, she felt his cock harden.

She pulled away and gasped for air as she led him to the darkened bedroom. Her courage wavered for a moment. She’d come this far, there would be no stopping now. She didn’t want to stop.

“Marcus, I don’t know how to explain it. I trust you, and to be honest, your touch sets me on fire. I need you, but if this isn’t what you want, then I’ll understand.” She held her breath and waited for his reaction.

He traced a finger along her cheek. “There’s no way in hell I’m leaving now, unless of course, you toss me on the street.”

She reached for his shirt, her fingers trembling as she loosened the first button. He grabbed her wrists. “If at any time you want to stop, tell me.”

Her head shook and continued with the buttons until they were completely undone. She pushed the shirt past his shoulders and onto the floor. Breath escaped her lungs when the moonlight filtered in the windows and danced across his chest. He was remarkable, better than her dreams.

He removed the clip that held her hair. Her chestnut curls spilled around her shoulders. He moaned when his fingers ran through the silky mass. The dress became a second skin, and she was ready to be rid of it, but before she could make a move, he reached behind her neck and untied the halter. The dress fell to her waist, exposing her bare breasts. His eyes became drunk with desire. He tipped his head down and ran his tongue over her nipple, causing it to pebble. God, she had almost come undone right there.

“You have too many clothes on,” she said, reaching for the button on his pants.

He moved off her breast, and she cried out from the ache he left behind. “I could say the same for you, love.” He kicked off his boots while she dropped her dress to the floor. She was left standing in a red thong and black heels. There would be no turning back now.

Grabbing the waistband of his pants, she yanked them to the floor, and his erection sprung free. Her tongue traced her lips, desperate to savor him. He was much bigger than she had experienced, but that only heightened her arousal. She dropped to her knees and ran her tongue over the tip of his shaft. He tasted of salt and seduction. He wrapped a fist in her hair and groaned. She sucked him in, taking every inch. Drunk by the pleasure she gave him.

He threw his head back. “Oh gods, Cassie, you feel so good. Don’t stop.”

As if she could. No, she was a woman possessed, determined to take him over the edge. At this moment, she wanted nothing more than to make him scream her name.

BEHIND THE SCENES

1.      Is there a word or phrase you catch yourself overusing?

My husband tells me I swear like a sailor. I use the word “fuck” often, so needless to say some of my characters are pretty colorful.

2.      How do you know you’ve written a good book?

I have critique partners and beta readers. I count on them to tell me if something works or not. I would be truly lost without these wonderful ladies. I can honestly say, they are real ego boosters and if not for them, I’m not sure I would ever think my work good enough to publish.

3.      How do you keep your characters and stories organized?

I use Microsoft OneNote. I have a page for each character with their description and a picture. I have pages for general themes and ideas. I can’t tell you how many times I have to refer back to these pages. *I also love looking at the sexy men* Oops, did I say that out loud?

4.      Are you a Swooper (write first, edit later,) a Basher (edit each sentence as you go,) or both?

I swoop. I learned early on that editing as I went took the steam out of my writing and caused me to lose my muse. I will go back and read/edit if I get to a point where I’m stuck. This helps me come up with fresh ideas and I can then go back and pick up where I left off.

5.      What is the one thing you must have to be able to write?

I need quiet, I am easily distracted.

6.      Did you have any bad habits when you began writing? How did you correct those habits?

Lol, are you kidding? I hate commas, I think they are evil little creatures that should be banished. I had to learn to stop and take a breath in my writing. I still find myself rambling from time to time.

7.      What are you currently working on? How is it different from other books you’ve written?

I’m actually working on book two of Immortal Guardians right now. However, I did write an erotic paranormal romance that will be published in November, called Amazon Heat. Though Eternal Flame has sex, it was different writing something much steamier.

8.      What types of scenes are your favorite to write?

I actually love dialogue. I know many writers hate it, but I find it fun to flesh out a character and bring them to life using their own words. I find I can actually get to know them better through their dialogue.

9.      When and where can readers look forward to seeing you this year?

I don’t have any plans this year, but I hope to be attending RT Book Lovers convention in New Orleans next May.

10.      Are you always in the driver’s seat? Or do your characters drag you along for the ride?

I’d like to say I’m in control and would never let my characters run the show. With that said, they have made me rewrite entire chapters. They pester me at the worst times and are relentless. Have you ever dealt with a Dragon-shifter before? *rolls eyes* they are demanding to say the least.

11.      What is your least favorite part of the writing process?

Edits. I would much rather scrub the toilet with a toothbrush.

Welcome Diane Leyne

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I'm originally from a small town in Nova Scotia but grew up in Toronto where I still live. In addition to reading (all types of books) and writing, my loves include photography and travel (over 20 countries and counting). And I'd love to hear from my fans!

Libertine Island 3: The Runaway Sub

Available Now From BOOKSTRAND!

Jen Smith's been alone since her Master died five years earlier. Now, she's quit her job and come to Libertine Island to witness a marriage.  She meets Dr. Caleb McKenna, who took a job on the island to get away from the big bad city after getting shot near the clinic where he volunteered, and the breakup of his long-term relationship. They are two lonely people who decide to have a fling, not expecting to fall for each other.

They are still trying to figure things out when Reynaldo Montoya arrives to bring Caleb home after tracking down the man responsible for the shooting. 

Even though they were apart, he's not to happy to find Caleb in Jen's arms and decides to extract revenge, but when he sees how much they need each other, he realizes that maybe he's the one who should step aside unless the three of them can figure out how to make it work.

    

Location, Location, Location.

The setting of a book can be vital to the story line.  It sets the stage for the action and can inform the reader about the main characters before they’ve even started the story.  Does the lead live in a small town or a big city?  Do they own a house, live in an apartment, maybe a condo?

Then there’s the part of the world they live in.  Are the in the US, Canada or maybe Europe?  If they are in the US, do they live in the north, south, Midwest? 

The answers to these questions can tell reader a lot about the character before they even open their mouths. 

My newest location is Libertine Island where the Water is Blue, the Sand is White, the Sun is Hot and the Sex is Hotter!

When I decided to create the spin off series from Club Libertine, I wanted to keep the themes but make some key changes.  Firstly, the books are longer.  The stories are more involved and the sex hotter.  Secondly, I wanted to have a contained environment.  My characters needed to be thrown together in an intense environment for a pivotal part of the story.  Being isolated from the rest of the world in a tropical paradise gives people a chance to explore their sensual sides without having the real world intrude.

I thought about using real venues.  The Club Libertine books are set in Seattle Washington, a hip city in the Northwest.  The Libertine Island books are set on a fictional island off the coast of a real one. 

I decided to place Libertine Island off the coast of St. Maarten in part because I visited that tropical paradise and loved every minute of it.  It’s beautiful and the people are great and it gave me a lot of real detail to work with.  I even considered setting the stories there but then I decided that I needed to create my own island paradise where the denizens of Club Libertine and now Libertine Island can express themselves freely and in public without worrying about strangers seeing something they shouldn’t.

Besides, I like the idea of designing my own personal island paradise.  If only I could do that in real life.

So far, there are four Libertine Island Books:

Book 1, Sex on the Beach - Rebecca’s working on her thesis and takes a job on Libertine to have a little sexual adventure before settling into academia.  She didn’t count on meeting Mal and Mike Reynolds. She also didn’t expect her nemesis to show up and threaten all their jobs.  On Sale Now

Book 2, Sun, Sand and Submission – Aly’s worried when she finds out that her friend is working at a BDSM resort and living with not one but two Doms.  She can only get to the island in the company of a Dom, so she calls her Ex Max, the man she’s never stopped loving, to help her out.  On Sale Now

Book 3, The Runaway Sub – Jen comes to Libertine Island to attend Aly and Max’s wedding.  She didn’t count on meeting Caleb, the island Doctor.  Neither was looking for love or even a fling, but they are drawn together.  Enter Rey, who’s come looking for his Runaway Sub.  On PreSale now.  On sale now.

Book 4, The Picture of Submission – Maggie enjoyed visiting Libertine Island for her brother Max’s wedding.  She sees BDSM as a game, but the Hayes brothers don’t especially the oldest Chris.  And if Maggie wants to get the job of taken the photos for Jillian Madison’s (Club Libertine book 6) book on submission, she needs to learn what it really means and the Hayes brothers are just the men to teach her.  On sale in October.

 Enjoy.

 Diane Leyne