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Tuesday, December 19, 2017

This Baseball Player Never New The Kind Of Love She Gave Him Existed- Field of Gratitude by Jacqueline Ann- #RomanceNovel #MF #SportsRomance

They say things can change in a split second.



[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romantic Suspense, M/F, HEA]

After surviving a hellish childhood as an orphan, Buccaneers pitcher Carlos Castillo keeps to himself, fearful of losing everything. That is, until he’s stranded during a snowstorm and rescued by antique shop owner Hope Hartmann.

With a passion for treasures and stories, Hope dreams of the fairy tale love and won’t settle for anything less. Then one extraordinary snowy day, a handsome ballplayer knocks on her door. Taking him in, she discovers a connection she’d never before experienced.

Carlos can’t ignore his feelings for Hope or the light she sheds on his painful past. He shows Hope heaven during hell, a time filled with threats and destruction.

It was a love Carlos never knew existed, and one Hope always wished for. Will a dangerously mysterious treasure ruin their chance at love?




STORY EXCERPT

He walked in, stomping the snow off his sneakers onto her doormat. “Sorry to be a bother, ma’am. Me llamo Carlos Castillo,” he said with an accent. She immediately knew English was not his first language. “May I borrow your phone? My car broke down and my cell phone battery is almost dead.”

“Sure. Hope Hartmann. Nice to meet you, Carlos.” She held out her hand. He removed his gloves and shook it, her breath hitching at his touch. She had shaken tons of hands over the years, and it never felt like this. It was as if he was caressing her, his hand both rugged and smooth.

Snap out of it, Hope.

“Right this way.”

She gestured for him to walk toward the counter. She didn’t want him behind her, just in case. Oh, who the hell was she kidding? She had the sudden urge to check out his backside. As he walked by her, she inhaled his masculine scent and admired his tight tush clad in denim.

They reached the desk and she handed him the phone.

He grabbed a card from his wallet and dialed. He spoke to someone in Spanish, making her wish she could remember more from her high school classes, but either way, she was thoroughly enjoying hearing him talk. After a few minutes, he hung up.

“Thank you. A tow truck will be here within two hours. Is there a food place open?”

“Lucky for you, there is one bar open until midnight in this small town,” she explained. It wasn’t a big place, but Hal’s would do.

“Gracias. Um, would you like to come with me? I would like to buy you some comida for your troubles,” he offered with a genuine smile.

Food from Hal’s actually entailed greasy burgers and fries, but beat a granola bar any day.

“Sure. Thank you. Give me a few minutes to finish up here and we can walk over. Why don’t you charge your cell phone while you are waiting? I have a few different chargers for my customers to use while they shop. It often keeps them in the store longer.”

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Carlos plugged his phone in a charger then watched the woman move around the charming shop full of various items. Hope Hartmann was a vision and there was something intriguing about her. She was beautiful and possessed the girl-next-door vibe, as his teammates explained to him one day since he had never heard that term before.

His heart rate had picked up a bit from the first moment their eyes met. No matter how much his English tutor had helped him, when he got nervous, he mixed Spanish and English together. It drove some of his teammates crazy.

“Is this your shop?” he questioned.

“I am the H in F&H Treasures. My twin sister, Faith, and I own this place. What brings you through this town other than car troubles?”

“I’m on vacation, although it hasn’t been a good start so far. I’m heading to a lakeside cabin a few towns over.”

“By yourself?” She quirked an eyebrow then continued putting away some more items.

While he was used to the idea of being by himself, being in the presence of a beauty like Hope, reminded him of the many downfalls. “Trying something new for the holidays this year.”

“What made you select somewhere cold? I’m guessing by your attire that you aren’t used to the snow.”

“Dart game with some friends.” He chuckled, remembering the late night after Graham and Jordan’s wedding. It was Cece’s idea, the free-spirited one. She had grabbed a map from a box in Tyson’s SUV and taped it to the wall at the bar. Carlos didn’t think most people owned maps anymore, but Cece explained she wanted it for some art project.

“I’m from the Dominican Republic. This is my first snowy winter. I usually spend my off-season in Florida.”

He purchased a small condo not too far from the beach when he first signed with the Buccaneers. It made sense since he was down there for spring training, and he preferred the warmer weather.

“Off-season? What do you do?”

“I play baseball.”

“As in professionally?”

He nodded. He was proud of his achievements, but still felt awkward talking about his career. It was a dream job for many that only a few got to experience.

“Oh.”

He wasn’t sure about her simple response. When most people discovered what he did, they would start asking a bunch of questions and ask for his autograph, and he found it overwhelming.

Hope grabbed her coat and bag, turned off the lights, and locked up the store. He stayed beside her as they walked toward the bar when Hope began to laugh uncontrollably. It confused him, but the wild sound warmed his heart.

“Hope? What’s so funny?” he curiously asked.

She quickly covered her mouth. “I’m so sorry. I’m not laughing at you. This whole day has been odd. First, there was this peculiar snow globe. Then you, this gorgeous professional baseball player, comes knocking on my door. Literally.”

She giggled again. “I had pepper spray in my hand ready to use it in case you were a burglar or a rapist.”

Gorgeous, huh? He grinned at her compliment. “Better to be safe than sorry. Now that I think about it, I am very grateful you even opened the door.



ADULT EXCERPT

 “I’m really hoping you are going to join me in here rather than stand there,” he urged, snapping her away from ogling.

She took a few steps in and leaned against the sink. “Maybe I’m enjoying the view,” she countered.
“It’s much better from in here.”

She had no doubt. Smiling, she undressed, his eyes watching her the whole time. The way he looked at her made her hot, and she could feel the passion exuding from his cinnamon brown eyes, like he was mentally devouring her.

She stepped into the shower, and Carlos shifted her right under the water. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back to wet her hair, welcoming the steamy liquid when Carlos began sucking on her breasts. An erotic moan escaped her as his hands slithered down her body and cupped her sex. She gazed into his eyes and saw a mischievous look, and then he was kneeling before her.

“Hold on to the walls,” he requested. He lifted her left leg, causing her to squeal and try to keep her balance, and then he placed it over his shoulder. “I won’t let you fall, Esperanza.”

The statement sounded like a promise but took on so many different meanings in her mind. She didn’t want to lose her balance in the shower, but the man caressing her made her weak in the knees. She didn’t want to fall flat on her face when it came to life or her business, and he had been right beside her the past two days.

She couldn’t help falling for him.

She nodded at his words, deciding either way falling wasn’t so bad with Carlos around.

Watching his deliberate movements, he smoothed his hands up her legs, one remaining on her butt holding her in place while fingers from the other sank into her pussy. With a sharp intake of breath, she caught his attention, and it earned her one of his sexy smiles displaying nothing but sensuality and desire. Their gaze remained on each other while he moved his fingers in and out of her. Despite the rush of water flowing over her, she could feel the heat and wetness seeping from her. The way he moved and the look in his eyes slowly tantalized her, turning her on even more. For in that moment, their pleasure was their only care in the world.

Carlos dipped his head with his tongue darting out to taste her. She gripped his head, enjoying the silkiness of his wet, dark hair. He dug his fingers into her ass, deeply massaging the curves as he continued licking her. Feeling his fingers roaming closer to her anus, she moaned and rocked her hips wanting more, and he began probing the tight hole.

“Oh God, Carlos. That feels so good,” she enticed him.

She felt her orgasm start to build. Carlos was sucking her clit and fingering her, increasing the intensity when he splayed his other hand over her behind and his finger slid past the tight opening of her ass.

“Fuuuck!” She groaned at the full feeling as euphoric tremors seized her.

Carlos was relentless with the pleasure he gave, drawing out her orgasm to the point where she was sure she would collapse right onto the tiled floor. He must have sensed it because he quickly changed his hold to prevent her from falling. Then he stood and immediately pulled her into his arms, her head settling onto his chest while she tried to slow her breathing.

The passion this man had was mind-blowing, and she wanted him to feel the same way.

Pressing soft, open-mouth kisses over his pecs, stopping to lick each of his nipples, she moved her tongue down over his abs, feeling the dips of each defined muscle. She watched him closely as she moved to her knees. His expression was a mixture of longing and gratitude.

“Hope,” he said breathily.

She licked the entire length of his cock, drinking up the pellets of water. She dragged her fingernails up his legs, feeling the coarse hair covering his strong limbs. Reaching his hips, she moved one hand to his fine ass and cupped his balls with the other, all while sucking him deep into her mouth.

“You’re boca, Esperanza.” He growled. “That feels so fucking good.”

She loved hearing the Spanish roll off his tongue, knowing he was extremely turned on right now. Swirling her tongue around his tip, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum, she took him into her mouth again, her tongue dancing around his dick, feeling the smoothness mixed with the engorged veins. As she felt his balls tighten up, she began to gently knead them.

Carlos gripped her head and began moving his hips, fucking her mouth. She took everything he gave her while she kept exploring and licking his cock.

“Hope, I have to—”

She knew he was about to come and wanted to taste him. Moaning her approval, the sound vibrating her lips around his length, he rocked into her faster then stilled, a low growl arising from his chest as he ejaculated into her mouth.

He went to pull out, but she stopped him, wanting just a few more soft sucks of his now sensitive cock.

“Oh Dios mío.” He shuddered.

She loved the fact that she could make this tall, strong, sexy man—a man who she could only imagine had his choice of women—quiver with her touch.

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Monday, September 11, 2017

Their Colorado Conquest by Zara Chase-She Fell In Love And Gained Two Protective Doms #RomanceNovel #BDSM #SpankingRomance #Menage

Five friends, one basket of sex toys. How to win it? By telling the sexiest story.



[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, spanking, erotic asphyxiation, sex toys, HEA]


Blurb

Ellie Kirkwood takes a job as publicist at a renovated hotel in Spirit, Colorado. She’s peeved to find that Josh Cooper, the guy who broke her best friend’s heart, owns the place. Still, she needs this job so she’ll just have to get over herself.

Josh’s partner, Rex Moore, maintains that Josh wasn’t responsible for the breakup with Annabel, but Ellie knows better. She puts her animosity to one side as she works to publicize the hotel. Josh and Rex are real hunks. Perhaps a charity auction with the two of them as the star prize?

Ellie is shocked by Annabel’s determination to exact revenge on Josh but isn’t prepared to sit back and let the dreams of the two guys she’s fallen for be shattered by a vindictive woman…

Note: The books in this series share an external story arc. Though not mandatory, we highly recommend reading the books in sequential order.
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STORY EXCERPT

“Ellie?” Josh half rose from his chair. “What the—”

“You,” she said accusingly at the same time, barely able to believe her eyes.

Ellie stepped into the room, her insides churning with anger as she gazed into the eyes of the man who had unceremoniously dumped her best friend, almost at the altar, and disappeared into the sunset.

“Am I missing something?” the other man in the room asked, his words cutting through the electric atmosphere. Ellie and Josh ignored him and continued to glare at one another. “Excuse me, earth to Josh. What the hell’s going on? I take it you two know one another.”

“You could say that,” Josh responded curtly.

“I’ve obviously made a mistake.” Ellie turned toward the door. “I can’t work with you.”

“You have no choice,” Josh said. “You already signed the contract.”

Ellie tossed her hair and treated him to a belligerent glare. “Only because I had no idea you were behind this scheme. How was I supposed to know that you grew up in Spirit?”

“Glad to know the gossip machine continues to thrive,” he said caustically.

“It doesn’t matter where I heard that. All that counts is that you and I can’t work together. Frankly, I’m surprised you’d even want to.”

“Sometimes I surprise myself. Rise above your personal feelings, sweetheart, and be professional. There’s no time to find anyone else.”

“I’m not your sweetheart, thank God. Show me some respect, if you even know the meaning of the word.”

Another heavy silence descended as Ellie and Josh glared at one another, neither willing to look away first. Even though Ellie hated him for what he’d done to Annabel, she couldn’t deny his attractiveness. Over six feet of hard, taut muscle and the powerful aura of a man who was used to getting what he wanted out of life. Yeah, Ellie completely got what Annabel had seen in him. She’d only met him a couple of times when she’d gone to visit Annabel in New York, but she’d never forgotten him. He wasn’t the sort of guy any woman could forget easily, which made it hard for her to accept that he’d treated her college roommate so shabbily. She’d had him pegged as a man of principle. He’d grown up with nothing and had made a success of himself in a very short space of time, driven by ambition and an obvious need to prove himself. Shame he hadn’t learned how to treat people right along the way. Still, wasn’t ruthless disregard for the feelings of others the hallmark of a natural entrepreneur?

He continued to glare at her, an ironic half smile flirting with his lips, as though he found her dilemma amusing. Instead of thinking about her next move, she registered his thick, dirty-blond hair, a little too long, just the way she’d remembered it. It flopped across his brow and touched the collar of his shirt. She felt an irrational desire to push it away from his eyes, as though he was a small child in need of tidying up.

But Josh Cooper wasn’t a child, she reminded herself. He was a dangerously attractive man. She had every reason to think the worst of him, but it seemed she might also have to work with him. Hazel eyes flecked with silver projected annoyance and a superior kind of smug satisfaction that infuriated her. Even so, she was obliged to swallow several times, wondering why her body felt so alive. Why her nipples should tighten and her pussy moisten while crossing swords with a man she actively disliked was a total mystery. It was insanity in its purest form.

“Since you both appear to have been struck dumb,” the other man said, “I’ll introduce myself. I’m Rex Moore, Josh’s business partner. And you, presumably, are Ellie Kirkwood.” Rex stuck out his hand. “Pleased to meet you.”

Ellie took his hand. His long fingers closed about hers, and her sensitized body sizzled with awareness. “Yes, I’m Ellie,” she said shortly, imagining that her face must be washed with color, playing havoc with her freckles. It always happened when she got mad, and right now she literally burned with anger.

“Well, now that we’re all acquainted, why don’t we sit down and talk about this?” Rex suggested. “Whatever this is.”
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ADULT EXCERPT

“Hands above your head, sweetheart.” He shackled her hands and then produced a blindfold. “If you can’t touch or see,” he explained, “your other senses will be greatly enhanced.”

“They feel pretty enhanced already,” she said, making no further objection when he placed the blindfold over her eyes.

“Hardly. To coin a phrase, you ain’t felt nothing yet. Anticipation is the key.”

When she could no longer see what he intended to do, Josh brought a slim vibrator into play. Instead of inserting it in her cunt, he turned it on to a low setting and ran it so gently over her body that she probably wondered what he was touching her with. As it lingered over her nipples, she tensed and then expelled a frustrated sigh. Tantalizing her with the vibrator on one side, he applied his lips to her other nipple and sucked it deep into his mouth, nipping gently at the solid peak. This time she reacted by lifting her hips, as though that would force her breasts further into his mouth. Josh knew that wasn’t what she really wanted. She was becoming increasingly desperate for him to give attention to her sodden pussy. So far he’d only touched it when he spanked her, and he intended for it to remain that way for the time being. This was simply too good to be rushed.

Josh moved the vibrator teasingly across Ellie’s flat stomach and at the same time blew gently on her pubic bone. She screamed.

“I need to come, Josh.” She rubbed her thighs together and twisted what he could see of her features into an agonized scowl. “I’m going crazy here.”

He tapped her outer thighs gently and they immediately parted. “You get to come only when I say you can.”

She made a sound that was a cross between a moan and a giggle. “It was worth a try.”

Josh pushed her legs wider apart and lowered his head. With provoking intent to discover her limits, he sucked on the lips of her pussy, drinking in her freely flowing juices as the tip of his tongue found her clit. It was too much for her, and she thrust her hips upward, screaming his name.

“Josh, I can’t hold it. Shit, I’m gonna—”

Further words became superfluous as she bucked her hips against his mouth and climaxed into it. He sucked the orgasm out of her, pleased to discover that she was uninhibited about her needs. Her body continued to spasm for some time after he removed his lips from her pussy, and a specious smile graced her lips.

“Sorry,” she said in a small voice. “You pushed me too far.”

“I got that part,” he said, grinning inanely. “Now it’s my turn.”

He briefly considered getting her to suck him for a while but dismissed the idea. He’d been told many times that he had iron control in such situations, but right now Ellie had got him in such a state that he wasn’t prepared to put that theory to the test. He reached for a condom, tore the packet open with his teeth, and rolled it down his length. Then he maneuvered into a position above her, supporting his weight on his elbows. The tip of his prick nudged at her cunt, and once again her mobile hips rose up to offer him ingress. He no longer had sufficient control over his own reactions to chastise her for hers.

“Wrap your legs around my waist, honey,” he said gruffly.

As soon as she had done so, he sank into her, and they sighed with shared pleasure. He was big and thick, and her cunt was so goddamned tight that he almost lost it then and there, before he’d even gotten all the way in. How gauche would that seem? She closed about him, welcoming him inside like they’d performed this dance a thousand times before.

“You feel that, babe?” he asked breathlessly. “It’s just amazing.”

“Yes, I feel it. You’re splitting me in two.”

“I’m hurting you?” He made to withdraw, but her legs tightened around his waist and kept him in place.

“No, you’re just filling me, which is what I need. Fuck me, Josh. I need to feel you fuck me hard. Don’t treat me gently.”

“Music to my ears.” Josh slammed himself all the way home. He’d forgotten to ask her if she minded it rough. He’d obviously been right to assume that she didn’t. “Let me fill you. Tell me how it feels.”

“You’re right about the hands and blindfold,” she said, panting as she lifted her hips to keep pace with the increasing tempo of his thrusts. “Even my sense of smell is enhanced.”

“Uh-huh.”

“In a good way,” she said, giggling. “I shall always associate the aroma of sex with you from now on.”

“You make this sound like a one-off.”

“Stop talking and save your energy to fuck me,” she said on an anguished sigh.

Nice change of subject, Josh thought, but he didn’t have time to dwell upon it. His own climax was building, and he needed to get this show on the road. He grabbed a pillow and shoved it beneath her buttocks.

“Legs around my neck,” he said harshly. “I need to get deeper.”

She didn’t hesitate to comply, leaving her ass clear of the bed for Josh to spank. He did so, timing the blows to coincide with his thrusts. Her breathing deepened, as did her willingness to meet his thrusts halfway.

Ellie was a natural sub.

He felt her close the walls of her vagina around him and decided not to make her wait, mainly because he was so damned close himself.

“Let it go, babe,” he said encouragingly. “Come for me.”

“I am. I’m so close, Josh, I can’t hold it back any longer.”

“No need. Feel my cock fucking you. Feel how big you’ve made me and ride it for all it’s worth.”
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Buy Link-

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Colorado-Conquest-Spirit-Publishing-Everlasting-ebook/dp/B00AISRC7S

Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/their-colorado-conquest

Friday, September 8, 2017

Elliot's Heart Song by Lynn Stark-Inspite Of The Curse That Tries To Separate Them They Are His Mates And He Will Not Leave Them #RomanceNovel #MMM


[Ménage Amour ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, with fantasy elements, shape-shifters, HEA]


Blurb

Elliot learned a lot about the world around him after visiting his brother Sam on the farm where he lived with his mates. Humans weren’t alone. It was both shocking and amazing. There were all sorts of beings, including six gargoyles, brothers who had once been men. Cursed, they were destined to live the rest of eternity as creatures that only lived in darkness. Two of the gargoyles were his mates, his loves, and he was determined that Francois and David not give up hope that they could be men once again.

Living the cursed life of a gargoyle for centuries, Francois and David had never held any hope of the spell being broken and becoming men again. They live and die each and every day. Though they accept the fact that they have a mate, they refuse to complete the mating with the handsome human. Elliot deserves more than they can give him.

A Siren Erotic Romance
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STORY EXCERPT

“Thanks, Sam!” Elliot told his brother as he prepared to get out of the truck.

“No problem,” Sam returned. “Come over and see the kids later.”

“Will do.” He loved his niece and nephew, though it had taken some time to get used to them being dragon shifters. It was more than a little weird. Yep, it was like a ten on the weird-o-meter, he thought with a smile.

Jumping down out of his brother’s truck, Elliot hurried toward the community building where he, Francois, and David would have supper with everyone else. While there would be food available there, many of the people living on the farm enjoying having a meal together every day, Elliot had gone into town for Tex-Mex. His gargoyle mates loved it, as did he. It was a simple thing, but something they shared in common.

Elliot hurried to get everything ready. The sun was beginning to set, a moment in time when his two mates would be released until dawn. They would have the night to be together, to talk, to hold hands, and be close. Though they were mates, the gargoyles had refused to complete the bond between them.

Being human, Elliot was still learning about the paranormals living on the farm. It was all very complicated and confusing, but he sorted out what he needed to know as it pertained to his particular situation.

The two gargoyles, along with their four brothers, had once been men. Though they remembered very little before the moment they had been cursed and changed into gargoyles, they did remember being mercenaries and fighting for a French baron, a man known for his cruelty and greed. He was power hungry, which was why he went to the expense of hiring mercenaries. Elliot didn’t like the idea of his mates having been equally cruel, willing to kill for money. But he understood it had been a very different time, and he wouldn’t judge them. At some time during their service to this baron they had been cursed by a very powerful witch or wizard, but that was where their memories became very cloudy. They had awakened one night to discover that they were in England, placed on the walls of a castle, bound to it and the man ruling it. They had remained there for nearly a thousand years, trapped until a clever caretaker realized that he could free them. As a descendant of the original master of the castle, he could release them from the spell which bound them to the castle. He had searched the Internet for months, tracing the history through the centuries of a man they had once known. He had finally discovered where Ian MacLauchlan lived. The gargoyles were then packed up and shipped to the United States from England, a huge surprise for Ian when they arrived without warning.

Elliot finished setting out everything at the large wooden table and stools made specifically for the heavy gargoyles. Then he was hurrying outside to wait for his mates. Anticipation wasn’t enough to ease the ache he felt deep inside his chest. It had been over a year since he had come to the farm and discovered an entirely new world, as well as his mates. The moment he had learned about mates, Elliot felt as if he had finally found happiness. It wasn’t something he had known at home, with his family. His brothers were okay, but their parents really had no business having children. They weren’t the worst, but they sure lacked any natural ability to parent. Elliot was grateful he and his brothers were all of age. Francois and David had let him know from the beginning that he was very important to them. They had also promised to cherish him above all others for the rest of eternity. While that was a good thing in Elliot’s book, there was one big catch. He wouldn’t be sharing an eternity with them, because they refused to bond with him until the curse was broken and they returned to their human form.

When the sunlight touched the top of the trees in the distance, Elliot ran to where Francois was perched on a carved stone base. David was only about a hundred feet away. They and their brothers helped to guard the farm at night. Though nothing funky had happened in a while, crazy witches and wizards trying to kill people, with the paranormal world as strange as it was, he doubted it would be peaceful for long.

His heart pounded in his chest as he watched his mates transform from cold, unyielding stone to warm, flesh and blood gargoyles. Though they were rather hideous to look upon, he saw beyond the oddly formed features and blood-red eyes. When he looked at them he could see the love they had for him. He felt it when they touched him or held him close.

Elliot ran and threw himself into Francois’s powerful arms. Though they had very long claws neither gargoyle had put so much as a scratch on him. He wrapped his arms around Francois’s neck, hugging him tightly. When David joined them Elliot moved into his arms, giving him the same loving greeting as he had given Francois. A sigh escaped him as he rubbed his cheek on the warm, velvety skin.

Dropping down to the ground, Elliot smiled up at his mates. “After I got off work, I stopped and got us Tex-Mex for supper and two gallons of root beer.”
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ADULT EXCERPT

Watching Elliot prepare his body for their mating was nearly enough to make David drool. It was an amazing sight. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been with another, though he had vague memories of their being lovers over the centuries. There were men and women drawn to them, eager to couple with a beast, entertaining their dark desires.

That was not Elliot’s motivation. He was not drawn to them because they were odd, misshapen creatures with tortured souls. All Elliot saw were two mates, beings given to him to love for an eternity.

Uncovering his groin, David let the leather loincloth drop to the floor. He kicked it away and grabbed the base of his cock. He did chuckle when Elliot caught sight of it as he looked over his shoulder. While he had the unnatural body of a gargoyle, his cock appeared to belong to that of a human. It was long, thick, and was more pinkish flesh rather than the gray of his body. The head was a dark red, and flared, the small slit leaking a rivulet of pre-cum. Grabbing the bottle of lube, David smeared a generous amount on his length. His heart pounded as he stepped forward and touched the head of his cock to the twitching opening.

Pushing in, David held his breath, knowing they would soon learn if Elliot’s hopes were real. While he had his own hopes, he tempered them with the disappointment of a thousand years of reality. He doubted the end of the curse could be as simple as bonding with his mate, but there was a chance he was wrong.

Elliot’s whimpers of pleasure grew louder as David bottomed out, their balls slapping together, ending his dark thoughts. The trembling in his mate’s body made him forget all else but the joining of their bodies. Sliding his hands around the narrow hips, he admired the small, rounded mounds of Elliot’s buttocks and the place between where his cock was withdrawing slowly. Elliot whimpered again and wiggled his ass, obviously eager for more.

“Please, David, I want you to fuck my ass,” Elliot begged. “I need it. I need to feel you moving inside me.”

“Oh, I will be doing more than that, little one,” David promised, his voice rougher than was normal. “I will take you up to see the stars without leaving this room.”

“I hear a lot of talk. Not feeling a whole lot of action.”

Francois chuckled. “All I am hearing is…what do you call it, a smart mouth? I can take care of that.”

With a little rearranging, Francois was able to place himself in front of Elliot. A moment later, with his hand cupping the back of their mate’s head, he was feeding his rigid flesh into an eager mouth. The sight caused David’s balls to draw up close to his body. His hands tightened once more as he began to fuck Elliot’s tight asshole, watching as Francois fucked his mouth. The duel pleasures swept through David as he thrust and withdrew, pegging Elliot’s sensitive gland, and the hot silken channel stroking his cock. He let go of one hip so he could stroke the soft skin covering his mate’s body. He touched it with wonder, comparing his clawed hand to the beauty of the creamy skin.

David wanted nothing more than to be a man once more. No matter what they had done, if they had done anything at all to deserve such a curse, certainly they deserved to live as men now?

Francois coming down Elliot’s throat refocused David’s attention. He felt his own balls tighten, warning him he did not have long before he found his own pleasure. Heat swept over him, taking him closer to the edge. Elliot was begging him now, clawing at the bedcovers, as he seemingly tried to escape. David laughed and reached beneath Elliot as he leaned over him, covering his back. Curling his fingers around his mate’s cock, he began stroking it vigorously, matching the thrusts of his cock into Elliot’s ass.
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Buy Links-

Amazon: http://www.bookstrand.com/elliots-heart-song

Bookstrand: https://www.amazon.com/Elliots-Heart-Publishing-Menage-ManLove-ebook/dp/B00QQVEJ2M/

Friday, April 7, 2017

Overcoming Stereotypes by Shea Balik-His Target Was Actually His Mate #RomanceNovel #Shifters #MM

 
“Overcoming Stereotypes M/M, Miracle Book 4”
by Shea Balik
Genre: Gay/Paranormal/Urban
Release Date: April 3, 2017

In a world where everyone was against them, they needed a Miracle. What no one had expected was to find their salvation in an abandoned town that was ready to collapse. Yet, that is exactly what happened when they moved to the town of Miracle, Oregon.

Kellach Alder hadn’t been given a chance in life to be the man he knew he could be. It never occurred to him that if he wanted others to see him differently, he would have to stand up and be the person he wanted to be.

Trygg Snow was sent to kill Kellach and his friends. Already conflicted about his mission, Trygg knew he wouldn’t be able to complete his assignment when he came face to face with his mate. If only Kellach, a mountain lion shifter, would look past the fact that Trygg was a wolf shifter.

Against all odds, and an army headed their way to destroy them all, Trygg and Kellach must find a way past their differences if they are to survive. The only way to achieve that is by Overcoming Stereotypes.
   

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Thursday, April 6, 2017

The Billionaire Shifter’s Secret Baby by Diana Seere- He's Still Searching For His Secret Love #RomanceNovel #MF

Fate responds with a roar...


The Billionaire Shifter's Secret Baby is a novella that stars Lars Jensen, a member of a shifter family with viking blood featured in earlier books in the series, and is part of the Howls Romance series as well: http://howlsromance.com


Description:

A masquerade ball in Malibu led to a single night of passion under the stars… and set the wheels of fate in motion.

Three years ago, waitress Kara Jablonski gave in to her wilder side with a fellow weretiger, the rock star billionaire Lars Jensen, a sun-kissed blond drummer with a viking's build. Six weeks later, the pregnancy test came back positive.

Knowing Lars' powerful, overbearing mother would be able to take the baby away, Kara did what she had to do.

She hid him.

Now chance has brought Lars back into her life, his touch making her pulse beat like the old legends. So strong, so loud, so bold.

So right.

But can she trust him to want more than another night under the stars? Can she trust him to claim his son as his heir... and Kara as his mate?




Sexy Excerpt: 

Lars Jensen ate up the ground beneath his feet, the shiny marble of the lobby gleaming. He strode with purpose, here for a meeting with Gavin Stanton and other shifters, convened for a very specific reason: the preservation of the shifter world.

His mind whirling with thoughts of finding the man who seemed hell-bent on destroying their species and way of life, he didn’t notice the headache that began in his chest, migrating up his neck to behind one eye, the pulsing a strangely pressured feeling. Not quite pain.

Certainly not pleasure.

It came with a sudden flush, one that curled his fists and tensed all his muscles at once. Thick thighs expanded with muscle as blood roared through him, his cock turned on like a light switch, his heart hammering in his chest.

He’d felt this way once before.

And only once.

She’s here, he thought. Eyes narrowing, his gaze darted around the enormous, high-ceilinged lobby, neck turning slowly, searching, scanning, pattern matching like a—

Like a tiger on the hunt for prey.

His nostrils widened, and he smelled her, the intoxicating scent going straight to the root of him, making him drunk and dizzy, vision blurring as he began to breathe heavily.

Control it, he told himself. Pausing before the elevator door, he saw a blur of greenery out of the corner of his eye.

Ding!

Called by technology and disoriented, he climbed into the mouth of the metal beast with a group of humans, all headed upstairs. As the doors closed, the abrupt withdrawal of her scent made it easy to restrain himself, composure returning as quickly as he’d lost it.

“Lars. Good to see you,” said a familiar voice, the silky strands of elegant femininity filling the air as he turned to catch the eye of Eva Nagy, the manager of the Platinum Club. She was so much more in the shifter world, but given the abundance of humans surrounding them, he couldn’t very well comment on that.

“And you as well, Eva,” he said. “Always a joy. How is business?”

“Our members are pleased. That is all that matters,” she said smoothly, her voice like warm caramel. Some of the human men in the elevator released a mating scent.

So did some of the women.

“You’re here for work?” she asked, making chitchat, knowing damn well why he was here.

“Mmm,” he said, noncommittal on purpose.

 A young woman, barely out of adolescence, made eyes at him, the flirting unmistakable. Under any other circumstance, he would take the bait, though by the looks of her—leggy blonde, overpainted with makeup, tongue rubbing against her lip suggestively—she was more like jailbait.

That was not the only reason why he gave her a polite nod and turned away.

“I know you,” said the blonde, triggering a running line of memory in Lars.

Had he slept with her the last time he’d been in Boston?

“Hello,” he said, stalling for time.

“You’re Lars Jensen! From The Fates. The drummer.” She looked at his hands. “You have some of the finest moves in the music world.”

All eyes turned on him. The men were scornful and dismissive. The women released more mating scents.

“Thank you,” he said, trying to ease out of the conversation.

Her gaze met his, wide and open, clearly interested in what his hands could do for her. “Are you here to play?” Wink.

“I am here on business,” he said coldly, anger gratefully replacing whatever feeling he’d encountered in the lobby.

He reached into his pocket and pretended to answer a text. The blonde got the message, her face twisting into the nastiness of the rejected. He knew her type.

He despised her type.

The pounding of his heart slowed as each floor dinged, taking them farther away from the lobby. The mystery woman’s scent was gone within three deep breaths.

By the time the doors to the Platinum Club opened, he found it easy to convince himself he’d been mistaken. The mysterious woman he’d shared a night of passion with nearly three years ago, who had disappeared without a trace, was not here.

Pulse returning to normal, he walked slowly—achingly slowly—to the room where Gavin and his brother, Derry, were waiting for him.

Foolish hope had reignited in him, whimsy he could ill afford right now.

He had smelled a ghost. The stress of the shifter world’s problems had created mixed signals in his mind. She was not here.

His cock, on the other hand, refused to accept the truth.



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Thursday, March 9, 2017

A Mate for The Sheriff by April Zyon- Falling For The Sheriff Wasn't In Her Plans #RomanceNovel #Shifter


Blurb

Jessica Morris has a secret that could get her killed. Hiding in plain sight, pretending to be normal, is all she’s ever known. And even though she’s been lucky so far, she knows that she can’t hide in Shifter Falls forever. Getting involved with the town sheriff is the last thing she needs, but lately it’s all she can think about.

Novak Porter has watched Jessica since the first day she came into town. He suspects that, like everyone else in Shifter Falls, she’s got a skeleton or two in her closet. She’s nervous around him, and for years he’s forced himself to give her time. But when a chance encounter throws them together for more than five minutes, Novak decides he’s tired of waiting. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep her around. Convincing her to work for him is easy, but getting her to believe in happily ever after might be a little more difficult.




Excerpt

Jessica turned to the voice in the darkness. The sexiest voice on the face of the planet. “Sheriff,” she said, her pulse increasing when she turned to look at him.

He looked as if he had been built of stone, and again she wondered just exactly what sort of shifter he was. No one seemed to know, or be willing to share, which was very strange in a town like Shifter Falls. Then again, she didn’t let anyone know what she was, either, so it could just be a privacy thing.

“I’m not sure what’s going on, but suddenly all the electronics inside the car went completely dead. The lights, dash, everything. I’m afraid it’s the alternator, since it has a brand-new battery.”

She might be a lot of things, but she wasn’t completely stupid. “And I think that Jagger’s cub swiped my cell phone, again, so do you think you could maybe call a tow for me?”

She shook her head. “That little guy gets me every single time. I swear he’s taken more cell phones off of me than I can count. Phi is never able to find them, so there’s no telling what he does with them.”

She was snickering as she said that. She didn’t know why she was talking so much, but she was.
The sheriff was watching her intently and didn’t seem all that bothered by her random rambling. He merely pulled out his cell and put in a call for a truck.

“Mick will come get your car. He said to leave the keys on the passenger front tire since he might be a while. They had to pull a couple cars from a slough after some young twits decided that drag racing with their parents’ cars was a good plan. Come on, I’ll give you a ride home.”

She whistled. “Oh boy. I bet there are going to be some kids in serious trouble about right now. Thanks for the offer of the ride.”

She grabbed her purse, locked the car, and put the keys on the front passenger tire as she had been instructed.

“You’ll probably be going out of your way a bit. I live at twenty-nine Forest Acre Road.”

It was a dirt road surrounded by forest and she loved it. Nature called to her, and at least there she didn’t have to worry about nulling any abilities as she typically did when she was near other witches.

“No worries at all. It keeps me out of the station until the parents have finally wound down to a dull roar and the kids have had a few minutes for everything to sink in. Anyhow, I think that an hour’s worth of stewing before I arrive to come up with some interesting charges might help the situation. By then I’ll know if the lawyers have actually been called in or not and can figure out how to play this to keep the kids from doing something worse down the line.”

The sheriff held her door for her, then shut it when she settled into her seat. A minute later he was setting out reflective markers behind her car before sliding in behind the wheel to take her toward town and home.

“You are a good man. Too bad you can’t keep a secretary to save your gorgeous ass.”

She felt her face turn red from heat when she realized she’d blurted that out.

“Crap, ignore me. I don’t know what I’m saying.” She cringed, but then shrugged. Since it was too late to take her candid observation back, she pressed on. “Well, from what I understand, you have gone through thirteen of them inside of three months. That’s outstanding right there.”

He leveled a look on her she couldn’t read. She was only thankful he seemed to ignore her initial comment and it allowed her cheeks to cool.

“I have a specific way I expect things to be done. And, I admit, my temper can get the best of me. Everything we do can be called into question inside a courtroom. If even one I isn’t dotted right, or a T was missed being crossed, that is potentially a dangerous offender being allowed out on the street due to clerical error. Unacceptable in my book so, yes, I have some impossibly high standards I expect to be carried out by every man and woman in the department.”

“No, not impossibly high standards. They are perfectly reasonable. The way that everyone made it sound you were seriously a neat freak nut job, but what you’re saying doesn’t sound like that at all.”

She understood the importance of perfect record keeping, of ensuring that everything was where it should be at all times.

“When the council took me on as their secretary, I had to redo a hell of a lot of stuff because the person before me couldn’t seem to understand that paperwork is filed by number then letter. Idiots.”

She smirked and looked over at him. “I guess I have high standards as well. Then again since I’m a witch without abilities, I have to be able to contribute somehow, right? Especially with my mother’s coven proclaiming me to be nothing but a human.”

That’s what all of Shifter Falls thought of her, and she was happy to keep it that way. When she’d first started out on her own, she’d wondered if it wouldn’t have been smarter, and safer, to try to hide even the fact that she’d been born into a witch family. Ultimately she’d decided that it was better to stick as close to the truth as possible. So she never tried to hide the fact that she had been born to witch parents. It was unlikely that she would ever run into anyone from her old coven, but on the off chance that she did, she didn’t want to arouse suspicion by being caught in a lie. Besides, being known as a witch without powers—therefore, more or less, human—kept her just as safe as if she’d tried to pass herself off as a normal human.

“I’m glad you understand. Few do,” he muttered. “I think the council foisted their rejects my way for some form of payback. They all loved the idea when the mayor had me run for office and I won by a landslide, but the minute I arrested the first council member and wouldn’t take a bribe, they started to wonder. Told them the same thing I told the mayor when he hired me—I was going to run things my way, and if they found someone that could run against me and get elected that would be the only way they’d get me out of that seat. They haven’t had any luck yet.”

Jess knew it was because the sheriff was respected by every citizen in the Falls as well as the other two cities that made up their exceptionally small county. While not everyone agreed with his methods and strict by-the-book ways, they liked how he’d cleaned up and kept the area protected from a drug problem several years back when he’d first taken the position.

“You cleaned up the area. No one would run against you. You’re too good at your job, so it is what it is.”

She shrugged. “You are strict and you can be an ass from what I’ve been told, but then again there are a lot of falsehoods that fly through Shifter Falls, aren’t there?” she asked with a smile.

“True enough. The trick is determining what’s truth and what’s lie in everything that goes around town. It’s amazing what one can discover the moment they find that tiny thread and give it a tug. After all, there’s not a soul in this town that is exactly who they appear to be on the surface once you dig down a little further.”

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Other Books in the Series




Shifters-Match.com, 1

Ophelia Lambros thought her life was in order, until she lost her fiance and job all in one day.
She couldn’t return the honeymoon trip she’d been given so she takes the opportunity to find herself on the slopes of Wyoming on the back of a snowmobile.

Jagger Morris was perfectly happy running his repair shop in Shifter Falls, his home for years. As the Kodiak Bear Alpha, he has a lot on his plate. When a new pack asks to join them, Jagger’s hackles rise, but he doesn’t know why.

When he meets his fated mate, Ophelia, she shares a piece of herself that confirms his suspicious nature was spot on. As a seer, she can see death coming their way. Can she make her new mate and his friends understand the risk before time runs out?

Book 1 – A Christmas Home – http://www.evernightpublishing.com/a-christmas-home-by-april-zyon/


Shifters-Match.com, 2

An ancient evil has come back to Shifter Falls…

Living in a town called Shifter Falls isn’t always easy. Alaska Ceridwen has lusted after Harley Ogden for years, even though she learned the hard way that you can’t trust bears. But when Alaska becomes the target of a dangerous stalker, Harley may be the only one who can save her.

Harley thought that rescuing a terrified, bound woman on the street would be the most excitement he’d see all day. Then he found out she was his mate. Now he’s fighting to hold on to what’s his. He knows that keeping Alaska safe and teaching her to let go of her fears won’t be easy, but for Harley, nothing less than forever will do.

Book 2 – The Kodiak’s Mate – http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-kodiaks-mate-by-april-zyon/ 


Shifters-Match.com, 3

Quinn Ash is as human as they come. She came to Shifter Falls to hide from the danger. Too bad trouble always has a way of finding her.

Piran Raske works with wood. It makes his Jaguar happy, plus he makes a great living doing it. But he’s lonely and needs more to keep him and his cat satisfied.

Quinn comes into Piran’s life with her shockingly dark secret, and he knows he must protect her. As much as he doesn’t want to, Piran asks his friends for help to keep his mate safe. But is it too late to save the love of his life?

Be Warned: light BDSM

Book 3 – The Jaguar’s Mate – http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-jaguars-mate-by-april-zyon/

Friday, October 21, 2016

An Artist’s Kiss by Suzy Shearer - He's The Only Man Who Can Satisfy Her Dark Desires #Erotic #Rubinesque #Romance #BDSM #MF

When artist Gabriel Milford, 47 wanted a plus-sized mature model he never expected to find the love of his life. Now he just needs to convince Isabella Coburn, 50 that they were meant to be together.

But Isabella has a terrible secret, a secret dark desire that she’s spent her life trying to ignore.




BLURB

Isabella Coburn, 50 left the nude modeling world years ago but Gabriel Milford, 47, needs a rubinesque older woman to pose for him. He's determined Issie will pose for him but she's equally determined not to.

Determined to win her over Gabriel does it the wrong way - he attempts blackmail then by forces his attentions on her. It’s only when she tries to sneak into his property that she finally agrees.

Isabella has had a secret since she was 19. One that she's only shared with one other person who treated her like she had the plague when she confessed it. Since then she considers herself perverted, sick, swearing off any involvement.

Now she’s running scared - she’s met the one man who makes her dark desires clamor to be free - desires that Gabriel would be only too willing to satisfy.

Can Gabriel convince her that she isn’t perverted? Will she finally accept who she is or will she continue to shun happiness the way she has for the past twenty years?

[Siren Sensations: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, HEA]
A Siren Erotic Romance


STORY EXCERPT:  

Grimacing, Gabriel looked at the brush in his very paint-stained hands then angrily turned back to glare ferociously at Ian. 

“What do you mean, you haven’t been able to get a model? There’s got to be thousands of women out there who pose,” he growled.

“True, but you said you wanted an older woman and most women models that age are just not plus-sized.”

Furiously Gabriel snarled loudly, “Well, find one!” 

“Calm down, Gabriel. I’ve contacted Erica Jones’ agency. We’ve used her agency before although I’ve never actually met her. She’s got plus-sized models on her books but I think they’re in their twenties and thirties. Still, she said she might have or might know someone.”

“I don’t want someone young, Ian,” Gabriel snapped, sick of telling Ian the same thing over and over. “I told you I want someone in their forties or even older. I don’t care if she’s in her late sixties or seventies. I want a woman with character, a woman who’s lived.”

“Okay, okay. I get the picture!”

Gabriel threw down the paintbrush and, stomping angrily across to his easel, he tried to look critically at the painting as he fumed on Ian’s unsuccessful search. Surely it shouldn’t be this hard to find one damn model! Ignoring Ian for the moment, he turned his attention back to the huge canvas in front of him. 

A foreshortened figure of a gaunt naked man, lying on his back with his head toward the viewer, filled the painting. Even though the strokes were broad and heavy there was still a slight softness about the work that created a sympathetic feel. The haunted face appeared as if the man were in pain. Maybe from being stretched out or maybe he was ill or tortured. Whatever the reason, it drew the viewer immediately and they felt the same hurt, the same agony. It was an uncomfortable piece but it certainly demanded attention.

There wasn’t much work left to do on it and he really wanted to get started on the female nude. He took a deep breath, inhaling the aromas of paint, linseed oil, and turpentine. 

Without turning, Gabriel said gruffly, “Just find someone, Ian.”

“I will. For goodness’ sake, Gabe, relax,” Ian snapped a retort.

Surprised at the exasperated tone in Ian’s voice, Gabriel turned back and really looked at the man who was both friend and agent. Gabriel saw with surprise that Ian looked very upset but was still trying to calm Gabriel down. Ruefully he realised at once Ian would be doing everything he could to satisfy Gabriel’s request. 

They’d been friends for so long, ever since Gabriel started making his name in the art world. It was then he’d realised he’d need an agent and found Ian’s agency. Ian worked with the three “As”—artists, actors, and authors. Gabriel knew how hard Ian worked to satisfy his clients. Now Gabriel felt awful for yelling and complaining.

“I’m sorry. It’s just I get caught up and…”

Ian sighed loudly. 

“I know, Gabriel. Believe it or not, I do understand. Let’s face it, I’ve seen you working for years so I know a little of what goes on inside that thick head of yours.” He smiled to take the sting out of his words. “Just when were you planning on starting the nude?”

Gabriel looked back at the vast painting.

“This…” He pointed to the canvas. “It’s really finished. I just want to touch up a few areas so maybe next week. The client wants this ready in three weeks so I’m ahead of time. Anyway, I want to get plenty of sketches down on the female nude so I can decide exactly on the pose and size. Until I have a model, I really don’t know the pose.”

He hoped Ian could understand the frustration he felt. His mind was filled with dozens of ideas but until he had an actual woman in front of him he wouldn’t be able to decide. The pose would really depend on the woman, how the play of light and shadows affected her body, even the woman’s personality would play into his ideas.

“I’m meeting Erica Saturday night, a party with a few million people, anyway hopefully she tells me she’s found someone.”

“Thanks, Ian.” 

“If she doesn’t have a model then there’s a good chance she’ll know an agency that might be able to help. Don’t worry, Gabe, I’ll find her for you.”

“Sorry I got angry. I know you’re doing your best.” 

Gabriel reached out a hand to Ian as a peace offering.

© Suzy Shearer 2016



ADULT EXCERPT:

“Bedroom.”

She almost staggered up the stairs and led him along until turning into her bedroom. Making her stand still, he undid a few more buttons on her dress and then untied one hand so he could remove it and her bra. Once she was naked he looked around the room. There was another scarf hanging behind the door.

“Bend over.”

When she complied he moved her until she could rest her head and shoulders on the bed then he tied one hand to her ankle with the shawl then took the other scarf to do the same with the other side.

“Mmm, what a delightful view.”

Her wet shiny cunt beckoned him as he forced her legs apart. Before she could react he slapped her arse hard. Her quick intake of breath showed him it was exciting to her. With another slap to the other cheek she wriggled into it. Gabriel felt he could hit harder with the next couple and was rewarded with her moans of pleasure.

A ragged “more” was all she could manage.

Once her arse was nicely pinked from a dozen or so slaps he bent forward and bit.

“Argh… yes!” she shouted out with pleasure.

Using his fingers he reached under and pinched her breasts while biting down on her cheeks. She moaned, moving against his mouth, wanting more. Gabriel was over the moon. To meet this beautiful woman who liked things dark and hard like he did. He hoped she would let him show her more.

“What’s the word to make me stop, Issie?” he whispered in her ear.

“Red,” she gasped.

Smacking her bottom a few more times, he knelt then worked his fingers up and down her slit, spreading her hot juices between her clit and her rosy arsehole. With one hand he pinched her clit while the other began rubbing her rosette. He pushed a couple of fingers into her cunt while his thumb kept teasing at the hard nub of her clit. 

When he felt her press against his hand he pushed his thumb into her arsehole. She gave a little groan of pain but he didn’t stop as he pushed it deep. Continuing to fuck her with his fingers, he kept moving his thumb in and out. With his face against her arse cheek, he bit down when he felt her muscles begin to contract.

Fucking her arse, her cunt and biting was all she needed. She screamed loud and he felt her orgasm pulsate through his fingers. It got him hard again so he withdrew his hands and pulled off his shoes, socks, and pants. Rummaging in his pocket, he got another condom then tore off his shirt. After rolling the condom on he gave her arse another hard smack then put his palm down on her back.

Roughly he pushed his cock into her cunt. Pumping in and out, he put one hand around her body so he could pull and press against her clit. 

“Push against me, Issie, push hard.”

His cock felt so snug inside her. It felt like his dick was wrapped in a tight velvet glove as he felt her move back against him as he thrust in. He slammed forward, his balls slapping against her skin. Soon they were dancing together as he fucked that sexy cunt of hers.

“When you come I’m going to bite very hard,” he warned. 

She grunted. He tweaked her clit and thrust in roughly and could feel her begin to tighten her muscles as her climax grew near. As soon as he felt it start he bit down hard on one rosy cheek at the same time he pressed her clit between his fingers.

Her screams echoed around the room. They echoed in Gabriel’s head. How could he explain what it did to him? The sight of her writhing in pleasure, her screams, they excited him. They took his own pleasure into the stratosphere. The knowledge that it was the things he had done to her that had her this way. More than just a huge ego-boost, it was almost overpowering. 

As he continued pumping in and out Gabriel felt himself ready to burst so he thrust in as deep and hard as he could, holding her against his cock until he came. Her tight channel milked him dry as the last reverberation of her orgasm began to fade.

Spent, he pulled out and quickly untied her, lifting her so she was lying on the bed. There was a bathroom attached to the bedroom so he used it and found a cloth to clean Isabella with. 

She lay curled up on the bed and let him wash her. When he returned from the bathroom the second time he gathered her in his arms and settled them in the bed, pulling the warm quilt over them both.

“Beautiful Issie,” he murmured. “You’re so wonderful.”

© Suzy Shearer 2016

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This series is about the secret cravings we have, the things that go on behind closed doors. Those dark desires we harbour and crave but sometimes afraid to ask for.

Each book in the series is a stand-alone so the books can be read in any order.




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A Hunter’s Choice - Book 2
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Craving Her Master
Melting Her Dom’s Heart
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Best-selling and Award winning author Suzy Shearer writes contemporary and paranormal erotic romances filled with mature and interesting characters. Her books have consistently reached her publisher's Best Seller list with several reaching # 1.  Her book Build A Love was runner-up in the Ménage category in the Easy Chair Bookshop's Fiction competition 2015 and A Hunter's Heart was runner-up in the Series Category. 

Single, Suzy lives in the Western Suburbs of Sydney Australia with one very spoilt dog and two equally spoilt cats keeping her company. 

She is a Buddhist, an Author, an Artist, a computer nerd and a voracious reader. Suzy has a penchant for crazy coloured hair - pinks, purples blues even rainbowed.... it changes every month - oh yes, also a penchant for tattoos! 

Her books always feature older heroes and heroines; ranging from mid-40s to 60s. The heroines are usually confident plus-sized women who are proud of their curves. Suzy feels it's important for readers to connect.  

When she discovered many romance books seemed to cater for younger readers with their heroines and heroes in the 20s she decided to write about characters who were older but maybe not always wiser.  As she is in her 60s Suzy feels she can relate to her characters desires, fears and hopes and hopes her readers can as well. 

Suzy also wants her readers to understand just because people are older doesn't mean they aren't intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment. Sexy isn't just for the under 30s. 
When Suzy is not writing, she is usually painting - an accomplished watercolour Artist her subjects range from portraits and animals to nudes and landscapes. 

Check out her artwork at: http://sooziiiart.blogspot.com/