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ready to set sail…
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Cameron
Pompeo has always seen things, felt things, he could not explain, the biggest
of which is a young girl named Jocelyn, who appears nightly in his dreams. When
his cousin Reed Pompeo suddenly shows up in his dream, Cameron realizes that
not only does Jocelyn exist, but she will be important to them both.
After
a tragic accident kills her mother, Jocelyn Parker struggles with her guilt.
She pushes away the two most important people in her life as a form of self-punishment
and tries to convince herself that she made them up, despite the fact that a sense
in the very depths of her soul tells her that they’re real.
A
cruise to the Mediterranean finally brings the
three of them together. There, they make real memories and promises to each
other, but what happens when the cruise is over? Will their love be strong
enough to survive the outside forces that threaten to destroy their happiness?
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“Are you a virgin?”
“Excuse me?” Jocelyn turned around abruptly. Her eyes widened at
Cameron’s grinning face, though her dark shades prevented him from seeing. She
still felt the tickle of his breath by her ear where he had just whispered his
comment, and her body shivered in response. She glanced down at her vintage
Madonna T-shirt from the “Like a Virgin” tour and broke out into hysterical
laughter. She fondly remembered their long-running joke about taking T-shirts
literally. What a way to break the ice, she thought as Cameron’s eyes crinkled
with amusement. Reed stood beside him trying to look pissed at her, but failing
miserably. Finally, he gave her that lazy grin she loved so much.
After a few moments, Jocelyn’s laughter subsided. She needed the levity
after the turmoil that had been wreaking havoc on her insides. Now she felt
that not too unpleasant ache in her ribs, the kind you get after a good hearty
laugh. She also felt heat pooling in her lower belly as both Reed and Cam’s
gazes and perusal of her body looked almost carnal. She wasn’t wearing anything
terribly sexy over her bathing suit. At least she didn’t think so. The T-shirt
she wore actually belonged to her mom from her concertgoing days, and was
therefore precious to Jocelyn. It hung a little off her shoulder, and in paying
homage to the eighties, she tied one side of the shirt in a knot that rested on
her hip bone. Completing the ensemble, a pair of khaki shorts, flip-flops, a
backpack slung over her shoulder, and of course, the sunglasses to cover up her
bloodshot eyes. Thankfully, no one from her wedding party noticed her eyes
since she decided to skip having breakfast with them and opted for room service
again.
“Why did you run, Joss?”
“You really are real,” she whispered, then found herself at a loss for
words. She had already accepted the fact that Cameron and Reed were not
figments of her imagination, but she needed to voice it aloud, and seeing them
again only helped to reaffirm their existence and made her feel even worse for
running out on them last night, not taking their feelings into consideration. They
must have been just as shocked seeing her as she was them, even though they had
never doubted her existence. “I-I—”
“We weren’t with those girls,” Reed said, looking serious again. “We
were just dancing with them. Are they the reason you ran?”
Jocelyn couldn’t help the slight smile curving her lips at Reed’s
revelation. Come to think of it, she didn’t see the blond bimbos from last
night anywhere. “No. Yes. I don’t know. I guess I just freaked out at seeing
you both. I don’t even understand how this is possible.”
“I know,” Cameron said. “We have a lot to talk about.” Then he and Reed
both smiled reassuringly, and she saw that they had already forgiven her.
“I’m sorry,” she said, with a shaky smile. “I promise not to run again.
Now that I see you, now that I know you actually exist… Well, no matter what
happens…” She was struggling with finding the right words again, struggling to
tell them that she would accept them any way she could have them, and that this
time, if they still wanted her in their lives, she would not disappear on them
again.
“Can we go somewhere and talk?” Cameron asked, putting her out of her
misery. He actually looked a little nervous.
She was glad it wasn’t just her nerves because if the butterflies in
her stomach had gone crazy just at the sight of Cameron and Reed, they were
behaving absolutely berserk now at their nearness. The smells of two different
kinds of aftershave along with two uniquely musky scents were downright
delicious. They made her mouth water. She wanted to jump up and down and tell
them yes, yes, yes, I’ll go anywhere with
you, or take me now would also
suffice, but duty called. “I can’t,” she finally managed to say instead.
At the sight of Cameron and Reed’s crestfallen expressions, she quickly
explained about the job that brought her on the cruise. They were currently
docked in Split, Croatia,
standing by the gangway, where Jocelyn would be going on an excursion to the Diocletian
Palace with the bride and groom. The
rehearsal dinner later that evening, followed by the actual wedding
tomorrow—pretty much an all-day event—would leave very little time for them to
talk these next two days. She felt their anxiety as well as her own at not
being able to get reacquainted after such a long separation.
“What a coincidence,” Cameron said. “We’re going on the same excursion.
Excuse me a moment.” With that, he winked at her, turned on his heel, and
strode off, leaving her with a very confused-looking Reed. Reed schooled his
features quickly, but Jocelyn had a sneaking suspicion that Cameron was headed
toward the Shore Excursion desk.
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“I don’t really have the right to tell you who you can or can’t be
with.” She cast her eyes downward. Cameron thought she was trying not to cry.
“You have every right, Jocelyn,” Reed interjected.
“How can you say that?”
The elevator door opened just then, letting on two new passengers. The
three of them remained silent the rest of the way down to Jocelyn’s floor. They
continued their silence as Cameron and Reed followed Joss as she walked to her
cabin. When they reached her door, Cameron asked for her key card and slid it
into the slot.
“I didn’t know the two of you were real,” she said when they entered
her room. She sat down on the edge of her bed. “I left you three years ago. I
certainly don’t expect—”
“Stop it, Joss,” Cameron demanded.
There’s no one else, dollface.”
“What about Taryn?” she asked, looking up at Reed.
Reed quickly explained the circumstances that brought him and Cameron
on the cruise. “It’s always been you, Jocelyn.”
“For both of us,” Cameron added.
Jocelyn looked down at her feet.
“I’m not sure she understands yet,” Reed said playfully.
“Hmmm.” Cameron walked over to Joss and sat beside her. She squeaked
when he pulled her over his knee. “Maybe we need to show her.”
“What are you doing?” she asked, struggling weakly.
Cameron chuckled. She definitely could have tried harder to free
herself from her current position, he thought. “Something I’ve wanted to do for
a very long time.” He hiked up her dress, revealing pink cotton boy shorts, and
rubbed her ass in a slow sensuous circle.
Reed sat next to him on the bed to enjoy the view, no doubt. Cameron
slowly pulled her panties down, leaving them wrapped around the lower part of
her thighs, exposing her to their gaze. Reed reached out to stroke the globes
of her beautiful round and shapely ass. He then slid his finger slowly up and
down her slit.
“I think she’s turned on,” he said, his voice gravelly. “So pretty.”
Cameron tilted his head to the side to get a better view. She’s not the only one turned on.
Jocelyn’s responsive moan was low and breathy, and her body protested
when Reed removed his finger. He gave Cameron a slight nod, after which a sharp
slap resonated in the room, immediately followed by a surprised squeak. Cameron
rubbed the stinging area, generating another moan from Joss.
“You’re ours, Joss”—slap—“and
we are all yours. No one else’s, baby.” After another slap, another moan, and
another gentle rub, he asked, “Do you understand?” He slapped her ass again
when she didn’t respond. “I”—smack—“Asked”—smack—“You”—smack—“A”—smack—“Question”—smack.
“Yes! Yes!” she panted. “Yours.”
“Good girl.”
This time Cameron nodded at Reed, who immediately slipped first one,
then two fingers inside Jocelyn’s wet channel. She bowed her head and fisted
the sheets in front of her as Reed pumped his fingers in and out of her, while
Cameron rubbed her ass in slow, sensual circles. She looked so fucking sexy,
Cameron thought, splayed out like she was over his knees, panting, moaning,
whimpering. His cock was an iron rod, painfully straining against the zipper of
his jeans and protesting that he would not be able to sink into her lush body
tonight. Tonight, it would have to be about her pleasure and he and Reed
enjoying the act of giving it to her. The image of her glorious ass in the air,
marked with his handprints, legs spread apart, beautiful, wet, pink pussy on
display, would both torment and excite him until he could finally claim her.
Jocelyn emitted a low throaty sound followed by a loud cry. Her body
arched, her knuckles whitened as she fisted the sheets tighter, and then her
hips jerked repeatedly at what must have been a very powerful orgasm.
Cameron gently maneuvered her into a sitting position on his lap and
wiped away her hair from her damp forehead. She was still shaking in his arms. Reed,
who remained in the same spot on the bed next to Cameron, rubbed Jocelyn’s back
in circles until her body calmed and her heavy breaths became steady.
“I wish I would have seen your face when you came, Joss,” Cameron said,
his own breathing labored. He was sure she could feel his hardness underneath
her. “You look so beautiful all flushed and sated like you are.”
She smiled shyly up at him. “I had some help.” She reached back to give
Reed a soft caress. “From two very talented men.”
“Talented, huh?” Cameron chuckled. “This was just a tease, baby. I’ll
show you talented.”
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To
be given visions of the future is no small gift, but gifts such as these do not
come without a burden…
Blurb
Corrine, a Fae Seer, has spent a long time
running. She finds sanctuary with a wolf pack after the Goddess sends her a
vision that threatens to rob her of her mate. Her actions to save him come with
grave consequences. When one mate turns into two, Corrine returns through the
Veil seeking help to reverse what she’s done.
Wolf Alpha Gabe Errikson has spent
years pining for a woman who was never meant to be his—or at least not
according to his wolf, but he would give up anything, including a traditional
mating to be with the woman he loves. When he finds out Corrine has been keeping
something from him since day one, he wonders if he will be able to forgive her.
Braxas Beaumont, a cougar Alpha,
knew from the moment he laid eyes on Corrine that she was his mate. He also
discovers quickly that his long-time friend, Gabe, is hopelessly in love with
her as well, but Braxas isn’t accustomed to sharing, especially when it comes
to his mate.
Can two powerful Alphas come
together to save the woman they are fated to from a darkness that is unlike
anything they have ever known? Or will they be bound to their fate?
Excerpt
“Oh?”
Braxas let go of her
hand as well, and she looked from one to other with suspicion.
“I think you need to be
reassured that you belong to Braxas and me. That we are both fully committed to
you.”
“I believe you,” she
threw in quickly. Braxas assumed that she did not need her seer abilities to
know where this was heading.
Gabe however, continued
as if she hadn’t spoken. He held up his right hand in a fist, his knuckles
facing forward and popped his forefinger up. “You ran from us.” Next up came
his middle finger. “You didn’t tell us where you were going.” His ring finger
followed. “You lied.” Then his pinky. “You’re very haughty.” And finally his
thumb. “You are way too stubborn for your own good.” He tilted his now open and
raised palm to the right, poised to strike a particularly beautiful derriere.
“Anything else?” she
responded in exactly the haughty manner that Gabe’s fourth finger had coincided
with.
Gabe smiled slyly.
“That’s reason enough for now.” He lowered his hand and placed it on his knee.
“Hike up your dress and come lie across my knees.”
Corrine leaped to her
feet. “So you can spank me like some wayward child? I think not.”
“No, so I can spank you
like a lover spanks his woman when she aggravates the hell out of him.”
Corrine’s mouth opened
on a silent O, and a blush swept over her face and neck. Braxas inhaled her
sweet scent of arousal and felt the pressure of his cock straining against the
zipper of his jeans. Gods, he wanted to be inside of her. “That shade of rose
looks lovely on your cheeks.”
Corrine’s head whipped
in his direction. “You’re just going to let him do this to me?”
Braxas chuckled. “Let
him? Hell, I encourage him. I have no doubt that all three of us are going to
enjoy it immensely.” He smiled widely at her. “Especially if that lovely rose
color blooms across your ass as well.”
She opened her mouth as
if she had something to say, but shut it just as quickly. She took one step
towards Gabe and paused, looking from one to the other. Braxas knew she was
excited by the prospect of being spanked by Gabe while he watched, but he also
sensed her trepidation. In the end, fear won out, and their little doe,
temporarily mesmerized by headlights, broke her own spell and bolted out the
door.
Gabe stared at the empty
doorway as he spoke. “Tell me something, Braxas. Do cougars like the chase as
much as wolves do?”
Braxas smiled widely
again, but more for himself since Gabe still stared straight ahead. “Indeed we
do.”
It took only a few
seconds before the pair of them, in unison, chased after her.
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Blurb
April always knew that
she was a little different. She spent most of her life trying to forget that
fact, but when her instincts tell her to pack up everything and move to an
entirely different country, she can’t help but listen … and then a handsome
stranger comes to her rescue one night. The force of her connection with Jason
and then later, his brother Donovan, pierces her soul. When she and Jason are
abducted by a crazed maniac, claiming that she isn’t human, she doesn’t know
what to believe in anymore.
Jason and Donovan had
taken a huge risk when they left their pack in the hopes of finding their
mate. April is everything the brothers
had ever dreamt about, but she’s even more special than they know. The battle
between their enemies on the other side of The Veil comes crashing into their
lives at the worst possible time, just when Jason and Donovan now have
something precious to lose.
Will April be able to
accept the truth of her real heritage and embrace it in time to find her happy
ending?
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When she stepped out of
the bathroom, Donovan and Jason were waiting for her in the bedroom. Donovan
sat at the edge of the king-sized bed while Jason looked at her from the
armchair next to it. She didn’t miss the fact that they both ogled her bare
legs as she stepped closer to them. She felt her entire body heat up from the
intensity of their stares.
“I like the way my shirt
looks on you, angel.” Donovan’s voice was low and husky. He got up suddenly
from the bed to stand in front of her. “Talk to us, April. Please.”
“How could the two of
you still possibly want me?” April’s words came out rushed and strangled. She
closed her eyes, swallowing the rest of the speech she had prepared for them as
if her vocal cords stubbornly refused to say goodbye to them.
“Cut that shit out,
April,” Jason bellowed before he, too, stood before her. She flinched at the
harshness of his tone. “I’m the one who failed you. Not the other way around.”
“How can you say that?
It was me Kheelan was after all this time. Not you. He took Dee
and God knows how many others, all to get to me. Oh God, Dee! Have they found
her yet?”
“No,” Donovan said
quietly. “But we will. I swear it.”
“He’ll just keep coming
for me.” She reached out and placed her hand on Jason’s cheek. “I felt so
helpless when you were in that cell. I can’t bear the thought of him hurting
you like that again.” She turned to Donovan and put her other hand on his
cheek. “And it’s not only Jason’s screams I dreamt about. Sometimes it was you
I pictured Kheelan torturing. I’d rather die than to ever let him get his hands
on either of you. Not when I can prevent it.” She took a deep steady breath.
Her words would not fail her this time. “You both have to let me go.”
“Fuck that!” Jason
growled. Before she even had time to blink, she found herself tossed on the
bed. Her hands were held above her head by Donovan while Jason fiercely,
unyieldingly took her mouth in a fiery kiss. She returned it with the same
fervor, unable to help herself.
April had no time to
think, to collect her thoughts, for as soon as Jason released her lips, Donovan
took his place. He released the grip he had on her wrists, but instead of
pushing him away, she wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him closer
to her. She’d only had a brief taste of him when he came to rescue her from the
dungeons, so this felt like their first real kiss. She found her resolve quickly
fading because she sensed their pain at the thought of her leaving them. She
knew she didn’t have the strength to walk away from them on her own, and it
seemed that neither of her stubborn men was willing to let her go.
When Donovan ended their
kiss, he looked deeply into her eyes and cradled her face. Like that first
night with Jason, she felt as if he could see the inside of her soul. He wasn’t
repulsed by her or angry. Instead, he looked at her with longing and adoration.
“That’s not the way this
works, my angel. Whatever happens to one of us, happens to all three.”
“And we would chase you
to the ends of the Earth, April,” Jason added. “So don’t even think about
running from us.”
“Let us show you how
much we want you, angel.” Donovan nuzzled her ear as he spoke.
“Yes,” she whispered,
closing her eyes, prompting Donovan to continue with his assault on her ear. He
licked her inner shell then proceeded to torment her ear with soft bites and
kisses, eliciting a few successive moans from her. He moved onto to delivering
the same attention to her neck while Jason’s warm hands caressed her bare legs.
Donovan cupped her face.
She opened up her eyes for a brief moment and saw him hovering over her. His
lips quirked in an adorable sly smile before he pressed them to hers. He kissed
her softly at first, their tongues barely touching, but when she hugged him to
her tightly, he deepened the kiss, moaning into her mouth. His hand cupped her
breast over the thick sweatshirt, but she felt it searing into her skin as if
she had been wearing nothing at all.
She felt Jason shift in
between her legs. His hands roamed up her thighs, and under her shirt, stopping
at her hips. He placed his forehead on her lower stomach. “Do you have any idea
how difficult it has been lying here, not touching you, knowing you had nothing
underneath this sweatshirt?” His voice, muffled by said shirt, sounded
strained.
Donovan hummed in
agreement and moved on to kissing her neck. She nudged him a little so that he
could give her room to sit up. She then lifted her hands in the air. It didn’t take
long for them to catch her meaning. Donovan peeled off the sweatshirt from her
body, slowly revealing every naked inch of her to their gaze.
You know what they say … you can’t run away from your fate. But what if your fate tries to run away from you? If you're a wolf … you chase fate instead.
BLURB
Erica’s been on the run from her parents’ murderer for
years, but her luck at evading capture has finally run out. She finds
herself trapped by the man who tortured her for years, but she’s prepared to
fight him rather than go back to the Fae King. She almost thinks she’s
hallucinating when two wolf shifters appear out of nowhere to save her … but that could be the blood loss talking.
Leo and Ben were thrilled to stumble onto the scent of
their mate as they were on a routine patrol. They follow their noses and barely
find her in time, wounded and battling with a group of armed Fae. Life is about
to get a whole lot more complicated when it comes to mating their little pixie.
Erica can’t deny the bond she feels with her wolves,
but will the need to avenge her family and the fate of the Fae realm cost her
the loves she’s waited so long to find?
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EXCERPT
“Why
don’t I draw you a nice hot bath to help you relax?” Ben suggested to Erica as
soon as Leo left to seek out Gabe. The Alpha was gracious enough to give up his
room, a large master bedroom with a king-sized bed and an en-suite bathroom.
Both the bathtub and the shower were large enough to fit at least three people
comfortably. Perhaps Gabe prepared for his own hopeful future, he
thought.
“Only
if you join me,” Erica pleaded. There was no trace of seductive humor in her
voice. “I don’t want to be alone right now.”
“Come
here, love.” He beckoned, holding out his hand for her to take. When she
reached him, he enfolded her in his arms and whispered in her ear, “You don’t
have to be alone ever again. We’ve got you.”
When
he released her, he gently led her by the hand into the bathroom. He sat on the
edge of the tub and started the water. Once the temperature was to his liking,
he stood up, firmly cupped Erica’s cheeks, and kissed her slowly, deeply. Then
he let his hands trail gently down her sides until they reached the hem of her
shirt. Only then did he break apart from their kiss, just long enough to lift her
shirt over her head. He deftly removed her bra, unzipping her jeans as well as
his own before he needed to release her lips once again. If he got to love her
for a thousand lifetimes, he’d still never tire of the taste of her sweet
berry-flavored lips.
Ben
steadily held her gaze as he dropped to his knees in front of her to remove her
shoes and socks and then finally her jeans and underwear. He could not resist
inhaling the sweet and tangy scent of her arousal. He spread her pussy lips
with his thumbs and flicked his tongue over her clit. One of Erica’s hands
grabbed onto his shoulder for balance, while the other fisted in his hair. She
panted heavily as he continued to tease her little bundle of nerves.
As
much as he relished in the taste of her, this was not the time to tease. He
needed her, to feel himself inside of her while shutting all the danger looming
over them out.
He
stood abruptly, lifted Erica to straddle his waist, and stepped into the tub.
As soon as he sat down, she took him inside of her, both of them moaning loudly
at the contact. His love was just as desperate for him as he was for her. Their
lips and tongues collided once again as she rode him hard. The sounds of the
faucet still running and water sloshing to their fast paced rhythm intermingled
with their loud moans and heavy breathing.
Ben
fit so easily with her. Fulfillment and aching all wrapped up in one neat
little exhilarating package. He’d be damned if he would be denied a lifetime of
this. Fuck that! His wolf echoed. Ours forever!
He
grabbed her hips and pushed up hard and fast as Erica pushed down with equal
fervor. They broke their kiss again to stare sat each other, but not for long.
Erica’s eyes rolled back, forcing her to close them. He felt her walls tighten
even further, squeezing, urging him to come with her. When she threw her head
back, he buried his face in the crook of her neck and wrapped his arms tightly
around her.
Ignoring
the sound of the door quietly opening and closing—he knew his brother was now
their audience—Ben let go in sync with Erica. His loud groan would surely have
been heard throughout the house had it not been muffled by Erica’s neck. His
sexy pixie, however, was not so quiet. The echo of her desperate cries must
have resonated at least down the hallway. Perhaps everyone was still
downstairs, but either way, he couldn’t bring himself to care after what the
two of them just shared.
He
held her tightly for a few moments more, knowing that she needed Leo, too. It
was Ben’s turn now to relax and just admire the view.
****
Leo
stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, not able to take his eyes from
the beauty before him. His mate had her head thrown back, an expression of
sheer rapture on her face as she found her pleasure, and the sounds of her
passion were the sweetest music to his ears.
He
stepped up to the bath and turned off the running water before there was even
more of it on the floor. He understood very well how his brother hadn’t noticed
the mess.
“Oh
crap, the water,” Ben said once he’d noticed the sloshing sound of Leo’s steps.
“Yes,
brother, seems you were seduced by a mermaid. I can see how you’d lose track of
the rest of the world.” Leo smiled down at Erica as he cupped her cheek with
his hand and leaned in for a gentle kiss. “How are you feeling, love?”
“Better
now that you’re here as well.” Erica kissed him back with a heat that had him
growling low in the back of his throat.
“Stand
up, little one,” Leo ordered as he took a step back and watched the water slip
off of her perfect, creamy curves.
He
held out his hand to her, and when she accepted it, he helped her step out of
the tub and onto the warm tile.
“Oh,
you’re in for it now, pixie. I’ve seen that look before.” Ben laughed as he sat
back in the tub with a sigh.
Leo
tried not to smile when their mate’s eyes opened a little wider in concern, but
he wanted to keep her off balance for this. They’d both enjoy it more.
“Now,
undress me.”
He came out of nowhere, like a shadow hiding in pitch darkness. Could he uncover the whole truth before he sentences her to a fate worse than death?
Blurb:
He
came out of nowhere, like a shadow hiding in pitch darkness and turned Emily’s
world upside down. Was she a victim of
circumstance or part of a more sinister plan?
After fighting, begging, and even praying for her freedom fails, she is
given a choice … succumb to her Shadow’s commands or die. What Emily did not expect, was her
unexplainable desire for her captor.
Brody
Beckett thirsts for revenge. He wants
those who wronged him to suffer, to bleed, and he’ll stop at nothing to achieve
his goals. The last thing he needs is to
go all soft on the beautiful woman who stars in each and every one of his
nightmares. When doubt and suspicion
seep in, Brody wonders if he could uncover the whole truth before he sentences
Emily to a fate worse than death.
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Excerpt:
His
hands roamed further down until they reached the waistband of her dark blue
slacks. He toyed with her, slipping his fingers inside her pants to just the
very tip of her pubic hair and then back up, until finally, on his next pass,
he spread her lips with his ring and index finger and shoved his middle finger
inside her core. He gave her another smug smile. “You’re very wet, princess.”
She
was. She could sense it and she felt ashamed.
As if
her Shadow became aware of her shame, his smile fell away and he removed his
fingers and stopped touching her completely. He looked angry. He got up
wordlessly and left the room again, taking the camera with him.
The
next time he came downstairs, he resumed her pleasurable torture, and the next,
and the next, each time playing her body more boldly and bringing her to the
brink before leaving her unsatisfied. He massaged her bra-clad breasts in turn
while his other hand flitted around in her panties, picking up quickly on all
of her sweet spots. Two fingers massaged the front wall while his thumb drew
small circles around her clit. His movements were masterful, relentless, like a
good lover about to deliver an earth-shattering orgasm to his woman. It seemed
he could sense when she was just moments away from achieving ecstasy despite
Emily trying to stubbornly hold back and she would have come hard for him had
he not immediately ceased his actions. After giving her a few minutes to cool
off, he resumed the same torment. Over and over, impossibly bringing her to the
brink each time, and then stopping right before she could climax.
“Stop
it!” she cried out. “Please just stop it.” The last plea was only a whisper,
followed by more tears and whimpering. Truth be told, she wasn’t sure if she
was begging him to stop touching her, or to finally let her come.
Despite
her outburst, Shadow, however, seemed less angry … more satisfied with what he
had caught on camera this time she assumed. She had remained obstinate, giving
no emotion away the last few rounds, so her breakdown would no doubt entice
Louis to come rescue her.
Shadow
took the camera and left the room again wordlessly. This time he left the light
on for her. Whether by accident or on purpose, she could not be certain, though
she concluded that he never did anything by accident. He had given her a small
reward.
BLURB:
Their holidays may be bittersweet, but their love and passion for each other are even fierier than ever. Will pack skirmishes, wayward security business clients, and rowdy little boys get in the way of a night full of promise, or will Jordan and Kane manage to fulfill Gemma’s every desire?
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“I
finally got the boys to—” Kane stopped dead in his tracks in the doorway to his
bedroom, his words completely failing him due to the sight that greeted him.
Gemma
was sprawled out in the center of their king-sized bed, wearing nothing but the
wolf ears headband she wore earlier as part of her Halloween costume, her lips
quirking into a sly little smile at the sight of him. A goddess, she was bare
before him in a lazily relaxed pose. Her left leg was straight, her right, bent
at the knee and spread open, revealing her glistening, pink pussy. Both arms
were loosely stretched above her head in a pose that conveyed, come and get me and do to me what you will.
Kane would happily oblige as soon as he was able to get his frozen self to
move.
He
couldn’t help but marvel at her beauty for a moment more. She had him tied up
in knots all evening with her sexy, little wolf outfit, the hilarity of her
costume choice notwithstanding. The beige, faux-fur trimmed dress hugged her
every curve, flaring out at mid thigh, and revealing just enough cleavage to be
sexy, yet classy. That didn’t stop other males from ogling Gemma, something
that one angry, possessive look from either Jordan or Kane had them regretting.
Completing her ensemble was a tail, faux-fur boots that went almost up to her
knee, and the headband she was currently wearing. Damn, he and Jordan were two
of the luckiest sons of bitches.
Sons
of bitches who adamantly refused … for as long as they could … to wear any sort
of costume. Kane had learned pretty quickly that he could not refuse Gemma
anything that would make her and their three-year-old boys happy, especially if
not giving in would make them unhappy.
So he and Jordan begrudgingly donned last minute, makeshift costumes, which
Kane had to also begrudgingly admit,
looked pretty bad ass!
He
had applied some of Gemma’s makeup to make himself look like Eric Draven from The Crow—the black eye-liner and dark shadow
only, since Gemma did not own any white face paint. The black leather pants,
skin-tight, black, long-sleeved shirt, and black boots were already part of his
wardrobe. He went sans the long, black coat because Jordan needed it for his costume. In addition to Kane’s
coat, Jordan wore black slacks, a ribbed, black undershirt and
black boots with buckles on them. When he put on his dark aviators, his Neo
from The Matrix look was complete.
Gemma
squealed with glee when they had surprised her with their costumes. Both
characters were from two of her favorite movies. “You both look way hotter,
though,” she had said. And from the scent of her arousal, Kane had no doubt she
meant it.
“I
think you boys deserve a treat later,” Gemma said with a devilish wink. She
then sauntered off into the family room adding just a little extra sway to her
hips.
It
had been years since the pack wars. Some are still dealing with the
fallout, but all have scars that have never fully healed. Despite all
of this, Gemma, Jordan, and Kane have managed to build a happy life for
themselves and their twin boys.
Their holidays may be bittersweet, but their love and passion for each other are even fierier than ever. Will pack skirmishes, wayward security business clients, and rowdy little boys get in the way of a night full of promise, or will Jordan and Kane manage to fulfill Gemma's every desire? - See more at: http://www.theromancereviews.com/viewbooks.php?bookid=21413#sthash.bOeYB94Q.dpuf
Their holidays may be bittersweet, but their love and passion for each other are even fierier than ever. Will pack skirmishes, wayward security business clients, and rowdy little boys get in the way of a night full of promise, or will Jordan and Kane manage to fulfill Gemma's every desire? - See more at: http://www.theromancereviews.com/viewbooks.php?bookid=21413#sthash.bOeYB94Q.dpuf
It
had been years since the pack wars. Some are still dealing with the
fallout, but all have scars that have never fully healed. Despite all
of this, Gemma, Jordan, and Kane have managed to build a happy life for
themselves and their twin boys.
Their holidays may be bittersweet, but their love and passion for each other are even fierier than ever. Will pack skirmishes, wayward security business clients, and rowdy little boys get in the way of a night full of promise, or will Jordan and Kane manage to fulfill Gemma's every desire? - See more at: http://www.theromancereviews.com/viewbooks.php?bookid=21413#sthash.bOeYB94Q.dpuf
Their holidays may be bittersweet, but their love and passion for each other are even fierier than ever. Will pack skirmishes, wayward security business clients, and rowdy little boys get in the way of a night full of promise, or will Jordan and Kane manage to fulfill Gemma's every desire? - See more at: http://www.theromancereviews.com/viewbooks.php?bookid=21413#sthash.bOeYB94Q.dpuf
Blurb:
Gemma, a she-wolf, alone and in unbearable pain, cries
vengeance against the evil man who caused her suffering. Jordan,
alpha of the White-Moon pack, the largest in the country, has a war to prepare
for. Kane, his brother and beta,
struggles to be worthy of the role thrust upon him.
When young girls start to disappear and rumors of a
dangerous serum surface, the two men are brought face to face with their destiny. A fiery passion blooms between Gemma and her
men, one that heals her body and soul, but a dangerous war still lies
ahead. Will they be successful at
stopping an evil tyrant before another girl goes missing or will Gemma pay the
ultimate price? With her life!
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EXCERPT:
Gemma still
ached all over, but the pain was now dull and tolerable. She knew her reprieve
would be short. More pain waited for her throughout the night. Something was
different, however. Warmth surrounded her on both sides as she rested on what
felt like a soft bed. A pillow cushioned her head.
She opened
her eyes and bolted upright when a warm, calloused hand brushed her cheek.
“Easy, you’re
safe,” said a deeply rich and sexy voice. “Lie back down.”
She looked
around the spacious bedroom and even through the muted light could see the room
was tastefully decorated with dark wood furniture matching the dark wood
bedposts. A creamy white chaise sat in the corner with a cozy-looking rich
brown throw blanket dangling off the side of it. She imagined herself lounging
on it with a good book and a glass of wine sitting atop the small side table
next to the chaise. Gemma did in fact feel safe, safer than she had felt in a
very long time. She complied with the gentle command to lie down, pulling up
the chartreuse-colored sheet that had pooled around her belly when she had sat
up and she sensed a blush creep onto her cheeks while doing so. The memory of
what had happened earlier in the forest with the two gorgeous men beside her
came flooding back to her as well. They had given her a ray of hope when she
had none left.
At first she was
on her guard, wary of anyone who dared approach her lest they were part of
Pollux-Moon or in allegiance with them. Then she became angry that two complete
strangers thought it their right to order her around, to touch her without her
consent. She’d been in too much pain to realize that they only wanted to help
her. So in agony and unfocused as she was, at first she hadn’t even realized
that they were her mates.
Mates. I have mates. She closed her eyes
briefly and savored the delicious scents that surrounded her. Her pain had been
reflected in their eyes earlier when she had locked gazes with them after she
realized who they were to her. One of them had hair the color of midnight and eyes of gold. His hard gaze had
softened when she stopped struggling and let him examine her. She found him
looking at her when she opened her eyes again.
“What’s your
name?” he asked. He had a slightly deeper baritone than the one who commanded
her to lie down.
“I’m Gemma. But
my friends call me Gem.”
“You have a
beautiful name, Gemma, Gem.” His smile was breathtaking. He looked so open and
friendly, a complete contrast to how he had looked earlier when he was being
bossy and commanding. “I’m Jordan.
Alpha of the White-Moon pack. This is my brother and beta, Kane.”
She looked over
at Kane—hair nearly as dark as his brother’s, but eyes a mossy green—and
managed a small smile. Both men were large and muscular and exuded a power hard
to miss. They had identical tattoos on their left pectoral—a wolf’s paw print
with a wolf face inside it. The eyes of each wolf, however, matched its
owner’s. A full white moon stood out behind the paw and the White-Moon pack
insignia, in elegant script, rested underneath. They both sported various other
tattoos, but that particular one was breathtaking.
“You had us
worried there, little wolf,” Kane said. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I just
clawed my way out of hell for a temporary breather.” She hadn’t meant to say
that out loud.
Kane looked
suddenly angry. “Who did this to you?”
Blurb: After Anna
James loses nearly everyone she loves and is betrayed by those she trusted, she
sets out in search of a place that would bring her peace. She knew she had found it when she arrived in
a sleepy little town called Silver Cliff and she vows to never trust anyone
with her heart again, especially a man she fears would not only break her
heart, he'd incinerate it.
Nathan Kent has dealt with his own heartache and demons from
getting off the path he was meant to be on. He decides to return to his home
town to rebuild his life and the last thing he needs is to fall in love with a
snarky girl who keeps her past under lock and key. He realizes quickly, though,
that she is girl worth risking it all for and vows to make her his.
Their pull was undeniable, like fireworks on top of flaming
bonfires. But Anna can't help wonder if she and Nathan are strong enough to
survive a past that keeps resurfacing or if fate will keep shattering the world
around her.
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ADULT EXCERPT
Nathan awoke to an empty bed. It was odd since he was always the one who woke first. He would either lie there, watching Anna sleep, until she opened her eyes on her own, or was too impatient and his kissing, licking, and groping did the trick. In most cases it was the latter.
When the smell of something delicious reached his nostrils and the sound of pots clanking reached his ears, he knew what his woman was up to. He shot out of bed and donned a pair of sweats before heading to the bathroom to quickly relieve himself and brush his teeth.
The sight of what greeted him downstairs made his mouth water even more than the smell of breakfast. Anna, clad only in one of his long button-down flannel shirts, was by the stove with her back to him. She was flipping pancakes while quietly singing and dancing along to the tunes emanating from her earbuds. Just when he thought it was impossible for Anna to be hotter than she already was in his eyes, she started to sing “Paradise City” while subtly bobbing her head. He didn’t even know she was a Gun’s N’ Roses fan. They were one of his favorite bands of all time.
She squeaked when he put his arms around her from behind, obviously startled by his sneak attack. He was so hard, and he ached to relieve his pain. He turned off the stove, spun her around, grabbed her ass, and lifted her off her feet to straddle his waist. He walked the few steps it took to get to the kitchen island, freeing his rigid cock on the way over, and impaled her the minute her ass hit the marble top.
He fused his lips and tongue to hers as he feverishly pounded into her. Her shirt was ripped open, sending many of the buttons flying, but Nathan couldn’t care less. Her nipples beckoned him, and he obliged, licking and sucking them into his mouth in turn. He took out one of her earbuds, placed it in his ear, and as the song picked up tempo, so did his thrusting.
When the song changed to “Come as You Are” by Nirvana, Nathan and Anna had to suppress their laughter from the direction their dirty minds both simultaneously went. He was definitely going to make her come. Hard. The song was also fitting on another level. Anna was his nirvana. There was nothing more heavenly than being gripped by the walls of her tight, sweet pussy, he thought. He wondered why sex had never felt like this for him before and why none of his previous climaxes before Anna had ever slammed into him on a transcendental level. The answer was simple. None of his previous lovers was her. It was more than just the physical act of getting off with her. She was his home. Her beautiful body was made to fit his.
Their eyes locked. Anna balanced herself with one hand on the counter, while her other hand fisted in his hair. He felt her powerful legs tighten around his waist and knew that she was getting close.
“I’m gonna make you come so fucking hard now,” he said gruffly as he pounded into her. He tightened his hold on her hips and set an even more punishing pace. “Come all over my cock, baby.”
“Oh God! Nathan!”
“That’s right, baby. Let me hear you.” He knew she loved his dirty talk. Her lips turned up slightly at the corners whenever he used it.
“Ughn!”
“You love it when I fuck you, don’t you, Anna?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
Blurb:
Maddie Sutton always felt
something missing until the day she met Charlie and Cole. What started out as a
childhood friendship slowly developed into an all-consuming love. Her biggest
problem is that she can only see them in her dreams. Maddie realizes that to
lead a normal life, she would have to let them go. After all, they’re only a
fantasy…or are they?
Charlie Gilbert and Cole Mercer are both very real. For years they have
loved and pined for Maddie, meeting up in dreams set in different locales.
Afraid of making her choose between them, they keep their feelings hidden until
finally realizing that the three of them belong together. How can they convince
Maddie if she doubts their existence? When Charlie starts to doubt, Cole
springs into action and brings them all together.
Now that they have found each other, they vow to never let go, but when an
unknown danger looms over Maddie, Charlie and Cole will do anything to protect
her, even if it means risking their own lives.
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ADULT EXCERPT
“Maddie,” Cole said as he cupped her face tenderly. “We have a lot to talk about, but right now I need to kiss you.”
Maddie didn’t protest as Cole pulled her flush against his body and bent down to kiss her, hotly, wetly. He fisted his hand in her hair and tilted her head back for better access. She moaned into his mouth, lost in the sensation of their kiss. She felt his erection press hard against her belly. Charlie came up behind her running his hands slowly down her back. He stopped when he reached the tie of her smock and began to undo it. She had forgotten to remove it at the studio.
Cole broke apart from their kiss and turned her around to face Charlie. Charlie removed the smock and threw it on the floor before pulling her to him. His mouth came down hard on hers. She opened for him when he licked her lips, loving the taste and feel of him. His hands roamed freely up and down the front of her body, while Cole’s hands were busy discovering her back. Charlie bent lower to kiss her neck while his hands massaged her breasts, his thumbs gliding over her oversensitive nipples. Maddie threw her head back against Cole’s shoulder and moaned loudly. Her legs began to feel like jelly. She felt as if they would give out if her two men weren’t supporting her.
Cole snaked his arms around her waist, lowering them slowly to the button of her jeans. He undid the button, pulled down the zipper, and slipped a hand inside her panties, firmly cupping her mound. Maddie began to move her pelvis against Cole’s hand in desperate need of some friction. He slipped a finger then another between her folds and into her burning hot channel.
“You’re so wet,” Cole said, his voice low and uneven.
She nearly convulsed when Cole removed his fingers from her pussy and sucked them into his mouth. “Mmm…you taste so good.”
“Bedroom,” Charlie growled. He hoisted Maddie up in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist, and headed for her bedroom. He let her slide down his body right beside her high queen bed. She stood on shaky legs as Charlie and Cole continued to touch her, kiss her. Charlie grabbed the hem of her shirt and she lifted her arms up to help him remove it. Maddie fumbled with the buttons on Cole’s shirt as Charlie shucked his pull-over and T-shirt. Cole assisted Maddie with his buttons before reaching around to undo the clasp of her bra. She heard the sharp intake of breath from both men as they took in the sight of her ample round, bared breasts. Rosy nipples stood out begging for their attention.
“Fucking perfect,” Charlie rasped. He dipped his head to suck on one of her taut nipples. Cole followed suit with her other nipple. Maddie pressed their heads closer to her flesh, loving the feel of their hot, wet tongues on her. Charlie stepped back to remove his jeans while Cole lifted her up in his arms and climbed to the center of the bed, laying her down on her back. He pulled Maddie’s jeans and socks off, followed by her panties. Another intake of breath.
“Jesus, you’re so beautiful,” said Cole.
“You’re both wearing too many clothes,” Maddie panted. “I want to see you, too.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Charlie said with a smirk. Cole grinned widely and then both men began to divest themselves of the rest of their clothes.
Now it was Maddie’s turn to gape at their glorious naked bodies and holy hell, they’re freaking huge.
“See something you like?” Charlie asked. He gave Maddie a wink as her jaw dropped.
He and Cole both groaned as Maddie licked her lips. Then they were on her, kissing, licking, sucking, nipping at her flesh as if she was a feast and they were ravenous. Cole brought his lips back up to hers, kissing her deeply, while Charlie sucked on and played with her breasts. She slid a hand into Cole’s hair and scratched down Charlie’s back. She felt them both shiver underneath her touch. Charlie moved lower, kissing down her stomach to her hips to the inside of her thigh. He spread both her thighs wide and positioned himself between them, leaving her completely open to his gaze.
“Fuck, Cole! Look at this pretty pink pussy.”
Cole pulled himself away from Maddie’s lips to sit by Charlie, admiring the sight of her spread open. She was wet and glistening, writhing underneath their gazes. They both murmured their appreciation at the site of her neatly shaven mound where a small triangular patch of dark hair sat, leaving everything else completely bare.
Maddie had always been shy around men. She expected to be embarrassed at being so completely vulnerable and exposed, but she wasn’t. Not with them. She wanted them to look at her. The way that they stared at her body with hunger and pure adoration made her feel beautiful and sexy. She felt herself getting wetter and ached for them to resume their touch.
It was like they were already attuned to her body. Sensing her desperation, Charlie dipped his head to suck on her clit, and she exploded after just two flicks of his tongue. She heard him chuckle.
“I want another one,” he said and continued to lap at her wet folds, licking and swallowing her cream. “Fuck, you’re delicious!”
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