Blood Flame and Amethyst Flame by Caris Roan- Two Sexy Vampires and The Women They'll Do Whatever They Have To Do To Protect #RomanceNovel #Witches

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BLOOD FLAME and AMETHYST FLAME

The Flame Series, Books #1 and #2

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Caris Roane here and I'm so glad you're touring with me. As a bonus, I’m giving away a Reader Care Package to one lucky winner just for leaving a comment on any or all of the blogs on my tour.

What’s in the Reader Care Package: Truffles, Ghiradelli Chocolate, print copy of GATES OF RAPTURE, scented lotion and soap, a journal and other goodies! 

Be sure to visit as many blogs on my tour as you can. The more blogs you comment on, the greater your chances of winning.

The Reader Care Package is US only, but an international winner will receive a gift card.

How I choose the winner: I will choose the winning blog then choose the winning comment sometime after midnight, October 5th, Arizona time. I will use Random dot org to make the selection.

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About the Books:

BLOOD FLAME, Book #1 of the Flame Series:

Blurb

Vampire Officer Connor of the Crescent Border Patrol tries to suppress his desire for the powerful witch, Iris Meldeere. Because the woman possesses the ability to kill him with the tips of her fingers, how can he possibly fall in love with her?

When a double homicide throws them together, he soon finds his deepest fantasies fulfilled as Iris succumbs to his seductions.

But as they battle together to stay alive, and love begins to consume them both, will the witch be able to forgive the dark secrets of his past …

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Excerpt from BLOOD FLAME

From Chapter One ~ 

Border Patrol Officer Connor has been spying on Iris. He doesn’t understand his own obsession. He’s levitating above her home and hidden from sight by his vampire powers…

Now he was here, watching a witch who had gotten hit with an alter serum herself ten years ago. Only her flame drug had carried the witch serum. He knew this because he’d Googled her. A lot.
She wore a purple smock over her jeans and a pair of flats that looked like ballet shoes, typical brew-faring clothes for one of her kind.

And he liked her in jeans. She wore them snug and that was part of the problem. He’d seen her dozens of times at the Tribunal building in her casual investigative uniform of short-sleeved t-shirt, also worn tight, along with the form-fitting jeans. He’d mentally stripped her clothes off about a thousand times. He swore he knew what she looked like naked.

Yeah. Obsessed.

And guilty as hell. His kind didn’t go with her kind.

His kind killed witches, wizards and anything else that dared to smash up herbs and throw them in a cauldron, or cast spells, or worse, kill with the tips of their fingers. Witches, like Iris, were a danger to vampires and shifters. She should be offed, like all her murdering, enthralling kind.

Yet, here he was, floating above her garden, so quiet he’d never be heard not even by another vampire. He’d gotten good at stalking the woman.

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Iris had that feeling again across the top of her shoulders that a vampire was watching her. She had excellent instincts, but every time she either hunted through her garden or checked the night sky, nothing.

She also had an instinct about who the vampire was. James Connor, also known as Officer Connor, of the Crescent Territory Border Patrol.

Yep, Connor was here again, which caused her heart to beat hard in her chest. Vampires killed witches as often as they could, but in this case an attack wasn’t what she feared.

No, the dull thuds of her pulse meant something far worse. Against all reason, small tendrils of pure desire moved over her breasts, down the insides of her thighs and curled around her sex.

A year ago, she’d seen Connor at a crime scene, one that involved a couple of human children. Until that moment, she would never have believed a vampire capable of any kind of compassion. She honestly thought that the alter serum had removed all tender emotions from those humans who had become vampire. But she’d seen compassion in Connor and from that moment, she’d been caught…

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AMETHYST FLAME, Book #2 of the Flame Series

Blurb

Hunky Nathan Vaughn, six-six, and one muscled vampire warrior, has had a lot of trouble in his life and needs a good woman to help even things out. Vaughn and Emma met once in the past, the night they rescued three teenage girls from a kidnapping ring.

But a vampire and a witch can’t have a relationship in Five Bridges. So, they parted, determined never to see each other again. Emma was desolate, then the phone rang. Vaughn called and kept calling and she kept answering. But the rescue they shared turned out to piss off one very bad wizard who decided they both needed to die.

Now they’re in it, fighting to stay alive and working oh-so-hard NOT to fall in love.

Will they survive when so much is against them?

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I hope you enjoyed this excerpt from BLOOD FLAME. Let the Flame Series become a new journey for you!

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Books in the Flame Series:

Book 1: Blood Flame

Book 2: Amethyst Flame

Book 3: Dark Flame

Book 4: Amber Flame

Book 5: A Touch of Flame

Holiday Novella: Christmas Flame

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About Caris:

Caris Roane is the NY Times Bestselling author of Paranormal Romance. She began her career with Kensington Publishing and for eighteen years wrote Regency Romance as Valerie King. In 2005, Romantic Times Magazine honored her with a career achievement award for her Regency Romance work. To-date, she has published eighty-nine books. Thirty-nine of those are paranormal romances. Most of her paranormal stories are self-published while several in the early days were penned for St. Martin's Press.

Though her stories conjure up hunky PNR warriors, like vampires and wolf-shifters, the romance is everything, including a satisfying Happily Ever After. Her hope is that the reader will come away engrossed in the lives of her tortured heroes and her worthy women as they wage war, as they make love, and as they face the tough issues of life and relationships!

Caris lives in the Phoenix area, in a growing town called Buckeye. When not writing, she’s a real homebody. She loves gardening, sewing, and cooking. She also enjoys creating jewelry and offers her handcrafted, PNR bracelet giveaways to her newsletter and blog subscribers. Her motto? Live the fang!

If you want to know more about Caris, or want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places:

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Showing some #AuthorLove for a Hot Paranormal #Romance, Alpha Lover, by Brenda Sparks

Blurb:

Starved for blood, vampire, Nicholai Peterhof is greatly relieved when two tourists, in Russia for the Christmas holiday, decide to grace his restaurant, but one sip from the pretty brunette and his world is forever turned upside down. Juliette Staint-John is everything he could have asked for in a heartmate; pretty, smart, built with curves in all the right places…and totally unavailable.

Juliette doesn’t want anything to do with the handsome, young-looking Nicholai. As if their differences aren’t enough, the acute grief over the loss of loved ones keeps her heart guarded. He may be her fantasy, but that’s all he can ever be.

To get past Juliette’s defenses and in order to keep her safe, Nicholai must prove himself worthy of her love and trust. Unbeknownst to the couple, her personal demons are not the only ones threatening their relationship. Hiding virtually unseen by the vampires, Demon Royalty plots to destroy not only the couple but the entire vampire breed. Luckily, Nicholai will do anything for Juliette—even if it means sacrificing himself.

Excerpt

Julie’s gaze swept the landscape. The moon’s rays glittered on the snowy bows. The birch trees stood with their trunks painted white to match their limbs. Thick pine branches held fast under the weight of the new fallen snow, making them appear as if they wore white blankets made of virginal cotton about each limb. Sparkling mounds cluttered the ground between the trees, hiding the forest’s treasures beneath.

Save the sound of the hooves pounding on the ground, they journeyed through the silent night to a clearing in the trees. Nicholai clicked to his stallion, and with a flick of the reins, the steed increased into a rolling canter up a steep incline. Julie’s thighs pushed against the sides of the horse as she tried to match the new rhythm.

Nicholai’s breath warmed her ear when he spoke. “Not too much further. It’s right up ahead.”

“What’s up ahead?” Just as the words left Julie’s mouth, they crested over the ridge.

The frozen valley below took her breath away. A glaciate waterfall stood still as a statue against the rocky terrain. The cascading water, stopped as if by magic, reflected the moon’s soft rays and cast tiny prisms on the snow below.

Julie’s breath hitched in her throat. She took in the serene beauty of the land as they cruised at a slow trot. Debris rolled under Kedar’s hoofs. It created a hollow rattle in the night, barely audible to Juliette.

When they reached the valley, Nicholai pulled up the stallion and handed the reins to Julie. She patted the horse’s steaming neck as her lover dismounted with a fluid grace. He turned, grabbed Kedar’s reins, then reached up for Julie. Her thick coat seemed to melt as his strong hands clasped around her waist. She put her hands on his shoulders, and the bulge of muscle under his coat played under her fingers when he helped her down. A thrill went through her body.

Her breath frosted the air in a white plume. The lovers held each other, his hands about her waist, hers resting on his shoulders. Quiet as the moon above, they stared deeply into each other’s eyes. Nicholai captured her lips in a gentle caress that welcomed her to this special place.

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Brenda Sparks has always loved all things spooky and enjoys incorporating paranormal elements in her writing. She refuses to allow pesky human constraints to get in the way of telling the story. Luckily the only thing limiting her stories is her imagination. Her characters are strong, courageous, and she adores spending time with them in their imaginary world.

Her idea of a perfect day is one spent in front of a computer with a hot cup of coffee, her fingers flying over the keys to send her characters off on their latest adventure.
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Landscapes by K D Grace- His Lust For Him Is Now An Obsession, He Will Do Anything To Have Him- #Vampire #MM #Erotic #Romance #Contemporary

Blurb

Vampire Alonso Darlington has a disturbing method of keeping landscaper, Reese Chambers, both safe from and oblivious to his dangerous lust for the man. But Reese isn’t easy to keep secrets from, and Alonso wants way more than to admire the man from afar. Can he risk a real relationship without risking Reese’s life? And if Reese finds out the truth, will there be any relationship left to risk?

Note: Landscapes has been previously released as part of the Brit Boys: On Boys boxed set.


Excerpt:

It wasn’t that Reese Chambers made my cock hard – though he did. It wasn’t that he was beautiful in a rugged, leather and stone sort of way – though he was. It was that Reese Chambers moved me in ways I had not been moved in a very long time, in ways that I, who never lacked just the right words to express myself, found my vocabulary inadequate to the task.

Talia would call it an obsession, and maybe it was; from my first sight of him mantling his sketchpad like a bird of prey over a fresh kill, alone in the midst of the crowded pub, I could think of nothing else. It was my first night back on British soil. It is said that you can never go back home, and it had been a very long time for me. But the need to come home was in my blood like fever these past years, as were so many needs that never left me, but only sharpened with the passing of time.

Next to me, Talia droned on about suitable residences in Cumbria, about the leasing of a car and the making of necessary renovations. The Two Dogs was busy for a Monday night with tourist season past, but being invisible was sometimes easier in a crowd.

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‘Find out who he is.’ I nodded in Reese’s direction. Before Talia could protest, I continued. ‘I have a roof over my head, and I’ve fed. There’s nothing that can’t wait until tomorrow.’

Talia’s cheekbones flushed with the rush of blood, and heaven knew how beautiful she was in such a state, porcelain pale skin, midnight blue eyes and hair, which was so close to black that no one but I would have noticed all of the other colours in her silken tresses. She knew what it was I asked of her, and she knew the delicate line she tread on the rare occasion when I did ask. A tremor passed up her long, straight spine, and a bloom of tiny goose bumps textured her bare arms. It would not be painless, what I asked, and I knew she feared it as much as she longed for it. I could hear the thud thud of her pulse in the thin, silken skin of her throat as she swallowed the sudden dryness of fear.

‘What do you want to know?’

I leaned forward to rake the tip of my thumb against the pulse point in her temple.

‘Everything, Talia. I want to know all of it. And when you know, come directly to me. I don’t care what time it is when you return.’

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It was nearing dawn when Talia returned to our accommodations smelling of sex, as I knew she would if she were to obtain for me what I wanted. By then my blood burned in my veins, and my body felt too close to me, as though the flesh that I dwelt in suddenly conspired to crush me with its demands. And though I knew that Reese Chambers could not have refused her even if she had come to him as a toothless, foul-smelling hag, I hated her that he had poured himself into her body while I had been left with only my fantasies kindling my lust to an inferno.

Though my need was such that my flesh was fevered and my cock an insistent throb, until she returned, I held myself contained within skin that felt too thin. When she saw the state that I was in, she pulled the heavy drapes with an efficient tug, then with a nod of her head, motioned me to follow her down into the basement room that had been prepared for me.

When she turned to me at the foot of the bed, before she could opened her kiss-bruised lips to speak, I took her mouth, starving for the first taste of him, the taste of his saliva, the taste of his blood, mixed with hers. She’d bitten him; he’d bitten her back. He was rough, and he liked to be treated rough, but he kept that to himself. He was embarrassed by it. His lips were slightly chapped from so much time in the sun and wind, and they’d slid against hers, suckling and stroking and pressing until her mouth opened to his.

With ravenous laps of my tongue, I tasted him in her mouth, and she held back the moan of response, so I could hear the echoes of his groans, heavy with need he’d not satisfied in awhile, and I felt kinship in my own unsatisfied needs. Images of him flashed through my head. Christ, his eyes were green, dark green like the evergreen forests of the north, and he kept them open when he kissed her, taking her in with his eyes.

I shoved aside the silk of her low bodice exposing her breasts, breasts that his hands had cupped. My nipples peeked to sharp aching points at the feel of his calloused thumbs raking, pressing and releasing. I breathed in his scent on her breasts, burying my face in her cleavage, licking the taste of salty, slightly picante maleness, sniffing and tasting until I could stand it no more. In one violent jerk, I tore the dress all the way down and shoved it off her shoulders, away from the flesh he had licked and kissed and mounted. I cried out at the feel of him, weight on one elbow, knee spreading her thighs, fingers opening her heaviness, anxious to penetrate, anxious to relieve his need. And then, with Talia free of clothing, Reese Chambers’ essence filled the room.

Talia’s panties were still wet with his semen mixed with her humid desire, and I tore them from her and forced her onto her stomach, onto her hands and knees, so that it was not her face I saw, but his that I imagined. With hands on her hips, I raised her bottom in the air and spread her still swollen, still slippery folds with fingers made awkward by my arousal, letting the scent of his hot bread and honey release intoxicate me. Then I buried my face in her snatch and, as I ate his lust from her, I knew him.

He was Cumbrian born and bred, and his accent was the soft lilting sound of the fells. He was a landscaper and a gardener by trade. His hands held the magic of the earth and his mind conceived ideas for beautiful outdoor spaces; those he liked best were patterned after Renaissance and medieval gardens. He was homesick and heartsick. He’d gone to Surrey to work with his father because the money was good. But his father had died recently and he had returned home to Cumbria. He didn’t care if he had to work in a pub or muck stables. He wanted to be home. He missed the people and he missed the fells. He missed the simpler, more honest rhythms of life. He was shy, even a bit reclusive.

He read voraciously and widely, he liked astronomy and he was afraid of snakes, though it embarrassed him to admit it. He hadn’t had sex in a long time, and found it better to have a wank session than a meaningless encounter. The facts of him, the details of his life raced at me in a flood I consumed ravenously with each lap of my tongue.

As I ate Talia I felt the shape of his face, the curve of his chin, the rise and fall of his chest as he had done the same. I felt the soft tuft of bronze curls nestled between the hard rise of his pecs and the courser, deeper curls that caressed his testicles and his cock when it was at rest, but it hadn’t been at rest. How many times had he taken her? He was thick enough to fill her and the friction of him inside was delicious and maddening. The shape of him – I wanted to caress the shape of him, with my hands, with my mouth, and the taking of his essence from Talia was an act of ripping away something that should have been mine. As I bruised her arse with kneading fingers and, as I licked the last of his release from her, she managed a breathless moan.

‘Take the rest. God, Alonso, take the rest, and release me.’

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About K D Grace/Grace Marshall

Voted ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes, K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?

When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.

KD has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Sweetmeats Press and others.

K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, Fulfilling the Contract, To Rome with Lust, and The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Witches trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available.

K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition, Interviewing Wade are all available.

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A Variety of Chains by Christine Blackthorn- After Centuries Alone The Vampire Lord Finally Finds The Woman He Wants To Claim #Erotic #Romance #MF #Contemporary

Sinful Press is proud to announce the pre-release of A Variety of Chains by Christine Blackthorn, the first in the Bloodhavens series.

Blurb

Kathryn McClusky is an ErGer – a rare and highly prized individual in the supernatural world.
She has spent her life running and hiding, but circumstances have changed and the only way to protect her family is to hand herself over to the Vampire Lord of London to face slavery or death.
Lucian Neben runs his London court with a stern but fair hand, but political pressures are building from both the human and fey worlds, and taking possession of an ErGer would cement his position of power.

Kathryn is vulnerable and broken almost beyond repair, but she holds in her hands the one treasure Lucian desperately wants – the possibility of home and family.

Can he teach her to open herself up; to choose to life, and him, before reality forces him to take her freedom?

Excerpt

He calmly straddled her, and as he leant forward to take her mouth in a deep kiss, his long hair curtained them in a world of their own. His kisses were deep and addictive, a leisurely play on her senses, an instant aphrodisiac. He took his time to taste and feel every last corner of her mouth and only let up when both their lips were swollen and sensitive.

"That's it. I want you to be only aware of me." There was a wicked light in his eyes – wicked, aroused and full of gentle laughter, a combination more desirable than anything.

"First, I will narrow your world so that your busy little brain cannot take you away, and then I will play with you. The rules will be simple. I get to do whatever I want and you have to take it. If you tell me something I do not know and cannot find out any other way, something secret and intimate, then and only then will I give you relief."

She did not understand what he meant but her confusion was quickly overtaken by alarm when he covered her eyes with a soft cloth. She did not like the limitation to her sight even though he had blindfolded her repeatedly over the last two weeks. It made her tense, and increased her awareness of both his touch and his taste. She felt his lips stroking over the cloth, gentling her into the darkness. She was surprised when his hands slipped under her shoulders and he made her upper body more comfortable – she had not noticed the discomfort from her muscles, but he had. He had noticed the increased tenseness and adjusted her body to avoid it. That realisation was terrifying and reassuring in equal measures.

She felt him get off the bed, though his hand remained a calming pressure on her skin at all times. A gentle pressure was laid over her torso, just under her breasts, and as it tightened her body was further immobilised by what she realised was a strap. A second strap followed the first just over her breasts. Both straps were tight but not painful, smooth lines of warming leather on her overheated skin.

"I am just making sure that you cannot move suddenly and risk hurting yourself." His voice was an anchor in her world, a deep note of calm in her rising nervousness. It almost failed to stave off the waves of panic when he gently lifted her right leg and bent it to attach a thigh cuff to the side of the bed, leaving her exposed. She tried to struggle but he had ensured that her range of movement was already so limited that any resistance was ineffective at best. Quickly he attached a second cuff on her other thigh and tightened the ankle restraints, leaving her laid out on the bed, restrained and open, her legs parted and bent, entirely helpless and accessible to his touch.

"You have no idea how beautiful you are like this – splayed for my desire, unable to resist the pleasure I can give you."


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Author Bio

In "real" life, I am an academic with degrees in Political Science, Economics, Philosophy and Law and an insatiable desire to confound, baffle and disconcert my students. Someone once suggested to me the reason for my stories lay in the desire to offset the tedium and rationality of academic life. He wasn't an academic or he would have known better. It is best to use research against tedium, students to offset the rationality and an unlimited supply of stressballs for the faculty meetings. The stories? Well, they are just for me - like a mental manicure.

I also write a blog on Feminism and Erotica - come talk to me: 

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Pearl's Protector. Book One of The Paranormal Contemporary Interracial Romance; Raven's Falls

Blurb

No matter how hard she tries, Dehlia Lee McQueen can’t seem to overcome her feelings for her boss, the vampire; Niall Cowan. The steamy encounter they shared in his office haunts her days later after the breakup and she tries to find a way to get him off her mind. 

The little Friday night visit to Club Ravenous is just what two neophyte witches need to take their mind off McQueen duties and let their hair down for an evening—but there is no rest for the wicked. A demon appears to them at the club and they discover a new threat looming in Raven’s Falls. 

Even though she was the one to break it off with him, Niall knows he can never let Dehlia go. Silently he stalks her in the night and follows her to Club Ravenous and decides to make his move on her. He wants to pick up where they left off, but he shelters a dark secret from the past—one that Dehlia may have a hard time forgiving. 



Excerpt

Dehlia Lee McQueen piled her shoulder length tightly coiled hair on top of her head and gave herself another glimpse in the mirror. Her long black lashes formed a luscious veil over her brown eyes. The dusky shade of eye shadow with a hint of silver flecks highlighted the gold shimmery shadow above it. The liquid eyeliner she used adorned her almond shaped eyes while the berry blush made her cheekbones stand out.

“Perfect.” She purred before removing the red silk robe and donning a black leather bustier with a matching black skirt that stopped just above the knee. She pulled the zipper up in the middle of the form fitting bustier and gave her bosoms a slight push upward. Now she was ready to blow off some steam at Club Ravenous far on the other side of town. After being fired by Niall over a week ago, she fully immersed herself in McQueen magic to keep busy--to keep herself from initiating contact with him. She needed some way to forget about her love interest and move along with her life.

Unfortunately, she noticed that magic was not her forte and felt something was missing. She even toyed around with casting a spell to completely remove Niall from her heart and mind, but Jasmine had warned her this could somehow backfire on her. McQueen magic couldn’t be her destiny and all she had to offer as a witch and a person. 

A knock jolted her from her thoughts and her cousin, Jasmine’s voice filtered in through the oak double doors. 

“Dehlia, girl, are you ready?”

Dehlia slipped several gold bangles on her left wrist and her delicate gold designer watch on the other. “Just a moment,” she chimed before securing the ruby pendent on a gold chain around her neck. With a sigh of satisfaction, she walked over to the door and opened it. 

Jasmine rushed in with a large smile on her face. “Oh, look at you.” She closed the doors behind her and leaned against the wall. “You’re going to knock em dead girlie!”

“Thank you for suggesting we get out for a while. You’re right, I do need a break.” Dehlia returned to her gold trimmed vanity mirror and picked up her favorite fuchsia lipstick and carefully applied it.

“You’re looking pretty awesome there, yourself cuz,” she observed with a smile. Jasmine sported a knee length black and red designer dress and a black bolero jacket and knee length patent leather boots. Usually the young woman pulled her hair up into a topknot bun, but tonight, her long wavy tresses rained past her shoulders. Her dark brown skin glinted with a hint of golden makeup.

“Well, we’ve both been hitting the books pretty hard. Tobias is a slave driver, never letting up.” Jasmine smiled, flashing her perfectly white teeth. 

“He means well, he just wants us to be prepared since he is an advanced witch.”

“I can’t wait until I’m at Rose’s level. Hey, enough talk about witchery. Are you trying to replace Niall with another?” 

“How’d you know?” 

“It’s written all over your face. Girl, you’re on the rebound.”

“The possibilities are endless, but I wish I could easily erase Niall from my mind,” Dehlia stated boldly. “He really hurt me last week, Jasmine and I just need to forget about him, even if it’s only temporary.”

“Are you secretly trying to make Niall jealous?” Jasmine’s heels clicked against the shiny wooden floors of Dehlia’s chambers as she walked over to her. “I know you’re upset over him but have you tried to contact him?” 

Dehlia sighed and in agitation, tapped her French-manicured nails against her vanity. “Between me and you, I’m furious at the fucker.” She turned, put a hand on her hip and paced the floor.

“How dare he fire me for something I had no control over. And further more, why should I contact him? He’s the one who booted me out of his life.”  A pain resonated across her chest at the episode in Niall’s office. That night, she’d returned home and stormed into her chambers, but Jasmine was just going to bed and without thinking, she poured her heart out. “Thanks for lending an ear, I really needed to talk to you, and I’m not sure if Rose would have understood me.”

“It’s okay,” Jasmine assured her. “But should you really give up on him without a fight? I know he’s a vampire, but you’re in love with him babe.” 

“I don’t want to think about this because it hurts to much Jasmine.”

“Fine. But, surely your paths will cross again. If so, what will you do? You can’t avoid the man forever. I’m telling you, I’m sensing we’ll run into him tonight. Are you looking to bed him down if you too somehow are able to patch things up? You know what will happen if you allow him to feed on you.”

“Yes, I’m aware of Clara’s curse and it got me thinking last week.”

Jasmine sucked in a breath. “About what? How to lift it? Girl, you’re crazy if that’s what you were thinking.”

“Look, it hurts like hell and I want some semblance of a normal life without a stupid curse hanging over my head. I’ve liked Niall for years now and I’ve always put those feelings off because of McQueen destiny. It’s up to me to think for myself.” She held her head down for a few seconds and quickly looked at her cousin. “Even if it means giving up my powers. Oh Jasmine, if I still have a chance with him, then yes, I’ll give up my powers. But I’m not going to pursue him.”

“You’re letting pride stand in the way. Why go to the club, just go and see him.”

Dehlia shook her head stubbornly. “Yup, I guess I am stubborn. Let him pursue me.”

“Uh-uh, the easy way out. So if he doesn’t come to you first, then you have nothing to worry about, right?”  The young witch frowned.

“C’mon Jasmine, lay off.” 

“I know you better than you know yourself.” Jasmine teased. “Maybe you’re banking on him showing up at the club—to make him jelly. Um-hmmm.”

Dehlia nudged her cousin with a smile. “Stop.”

“Yeah, see that? I knew it!” So, say we do run into him and let’s say you succeed in your little campaign of getting him jealous. You bed him—then what, genius? You know what will happen.” 

“I’ll cross that bridge if and when I get to it,” Dehlia admitted with a sigh.

Jasmine shook her head stubbornly. “You’re hoping it will.”

“I haven’t been truly happy in years. Niall’s a vampire, I’m a McQueen; you can’t help who you fall in love with. When I’m with him---He makes me feel so much, like a longing that’s being satisfied. I don’t know if you can understand what I’m trying to say.” 

“Yes, I think I do. He’s possibly your anchor, your soul mate, like Rose and Storm are soul mates. Clara and Micah too. Even so, you know the consequences. Are you prepared to take them on if this comes to pass?” Jasmine asked. 

“At this point in my life--yes.” 

“Does he know about your secret?” 

Jasmine’s words were like ice water washing over her. Dehlia sucked her teeth, a little nervous habit she’d picked up since the Blood Moon. “Let’s not go there.”

“Listen, if you two have another chance, he should know before the two of you have sex. I mean, I’ve had my doubts about you and him, but you’re my cousin so I want to help you any way I can.”

She smiled. “That means a lot to me, it really does. If only Rose felt the same.”

“Everyone has their opinions on the matter,” Jasmine explained, “It’s no big deal, so let’s go. It’s eight o’clock and everyone else is either out and about or asleep.”

“Rose and Storm?” 

“I haven’t seen them since yesterday.” Jasmine told her. “They’re probably off on one of their romantic getaways. And they really deserve one. I think she’s finally learned the meaning of balance, and Storm sure as hell has been looking very happy these days.”

“Good, I don’t need Rose sticking her nose in my business.” Dehlia walked over and opened her walk-in closet. She bit her lip as she plucked her best pair of thigh high leather boots with the gold tips from the shelf and flopped on her black velvet Chaise Lounge to put them on.

“She’s only looking out for your best interest,” Jasmine reminded her gently. “She and Storm put up a hell of a fight.”

“We all put up a hell of a fight. Tonight I’m partying until the sun comes up.” Dehlia zipped the last boot and slipped into her black leather jacket. 

“Who’s driving?” 

“I will.” Dehlia snickered. 

“Awesome! I’m planning on having a few drinks too.” Jasmine chortled. “And if we both get smashed, we’ll just call a taxi.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” 

“Cool, let’s blow this joint.” Jasmine entwined her arm around her cousins’ and they headed down to the garage.

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The Secret Keeper's Choice by Suzette Rose Cauler. An Erotic Contemporary M/F/M Vampire Romance. Win A Free Gift Too!

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, vampires, spanking, HEA]

Blurb

Immortal Daria Vacanti guards secrets dating back to the beginning of vampire history but remembers nothing of her own past. On top of that, Daria is torn between Joshua and Holden Parker, the vampires she loves but can't have. When she leaves town to escape an impossible choice, she meets a witch who promises to restore her memories. It’s just the distraction she needs to get over the Parker brothers, but is the price for the witch’s help too great?

Joshua and Holden have tried to forget Daria, but when the clan elders sentence her to serve under them, the brothers discover that love dies hard. With the trio forced to live under the same roof, sparks fly, tempers flare, and desire threatens to consume them all. Can Daria choose between the brothers this time around? Will her quest for insight into her past destroy everything she holds dear?



STORY EXCERPT

The Stonehill mansion was so grand and brightly lit it could have been welcoming her to an upscale party rather than what Daria was expecting—a serious scolding from Christoph. She was surprised, though, that Joshua had brought her here. At this late hour, Christoph was typically at home. He usually hunted closer to midnight and then headed home to enjoy other pursuits.

“Christoph is meeting us here?” she asked as Joshua drove slowly up the driveway. Obviously that was the plan, but her surprise led her to ask the question anyway.

“No, as far as I know, he’s not here.” Something in his voice made Daria uneasy.

“Well, then, why are we?” She’d been chastised by a few of the other elders as a teen, but it seemed unlikely that Christoph would let them tongue lash her alone. Not after she’d been away for so long.

Joshua didn’t take his eyes off the road ahead as he answered so quietly she wasn’t sure she’d heard him correctly. “We’re here for the dungeons, Daria. We’ve been looking for you for two long years. Christoph’s last orders were to find you, bring you home, and have you imprisoned.”

“You can’t be serious!” Daria couldn’t quite believe her life had come to this. She’d spent years as one of the clan’s most trusted, cherished members, and now she was to become its prisoner? “He can’t just lock me up like some common criminal!”

Joshua pulled his car over at the top of the hill and cut the engine, turning in his seat to look at her, his sad eyes meeting her confused glare. “For the first few months that we searched for you, Christoph seemed to feel your actions were simply rebellious. He even questioned whether you’d been forced to leave. Over time, though, the elders began to insist that you’d left willfully and pressed their opinion that you cared little for your duty. They argued that you deserved a more serious punishment. At first Christoph disagreed, but eventually he gave in—or maybe he just gave up. You could face The Cage, Daria.”

Her mouth dropped open in shock. She knew Christoph would be angry. She’d known the elders would demand some sort of punishment, but she’d never imagined he’d allow her to spend time in the dungeon. And The Cage? It seemed unthinkable that the vampire who considered himself her father would allow that.
“We don’t have to go right in, if you need some time...”

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?” She wasn’t sure she would have gone with him so easily if she’d known such a stiff punishment awaited her. 

“The shackles didn’t tip you off?”

Daria could only shake her head. She didn’t know what she’d been thinking. The shackles should definitely have raised an eyebrow. She’d thought Christoph wanted her dragged home like a prisoner and brought to him for punishment. Maybe, she’d thought, the shackles were his way of shaking her up a bit. But the dungeons and a real trial? No, she hadn’t expected that, especially since she didn’t think the elders knew what she’d really been up to in Philadelphia—not the whole story anyway.

“If you tell me what this is all about, maybe I can do something to help. I hate the idea of you spending even a second in the Baldassare dungeons.”

Looking into his eyes, she could plainly see Joshua’s concern. It would be so easy to spill everything and ask him to find some way of fixing it for her. But Daria couldn’t do that. Her crime, at least the one she’d been planning, was serious enough to earn her time in The Cage, and if she asked him to help her cover it up, she’d be risking his neck as well. Besides, she couldn’t be sure he wouldn’t hear about Maharet’s proposal and decide The Cage was exactly where she belonged.

She reached up to touch his face, caressing the prickly beginnings of stubble there. Joshua had always preferred to be clean-shaven, but the hair always grew back faster than a mortal man’s. She liked the feel of his five o’clock shadow. “Thank you,” she said, touched that he still cared for her so much, “but it’s better if you don’t know.” She wanted to kiss him—to have something good to remember for whatever time she’d have to spend in the darkness of the Baldassare dungeons, but that didn’t seem fair either. Nothing had changed. They couldn’t be together, so why open that door all over again?

Joshua leaned closer, apparently having the same thoughts about kissing her, but Daria turned to face forward in her seat. “I think it’s best if we just get on with it.”

It seemed he would argue at first, but then he shrugged and got out of the car, closing the door a little too hard on his way around to the passenger side.



ADULT EXCERPT

The bed sagged under their weight as they each took a place next to her. Joshua, resting on one elbow, kissed her, using his tongue to explore her mouth. He ran a hand under her shirt to stroke the smooth skin of her belly before directing his attention back to her breasts. Holden lay on her other side, kissing her earlobe, gently taking it in his teeth before loving her neck. He alternated between gentle nibbles and soft kisses that drove her insane.

Getting to his knees, Holden caressed from her belly down to her thighs and then back upward, pushing downward with ever-increasing pressure each time he got to her cunt. The heel of his hand pressed right over her clit with perfect precision, and she lifted her hips to grind against his hand, moaning into Joshua’s mouth and threading her fingers through his hair. Daria couldn’t get enough of this. She craved more.

Feeling Holden’s hands on the waistband of her pants, she lifted her pelvis so he could easily tug them past her hips and slide them off her bare legs. He moved between her legs then, sliding downward to kiss her upper thighs and nuzzle her pussy trough the thin, silky material of her panties. Daria knew why he didn’t just remove them right away. He’d told her how much he looked forward to seeing her in lingerie on a daily basis now that they were a threesome. 

She’d chosen the white silk thong just for him. There wasn’t much to the material, but she’d known he would appreciate it. He proved her right by licking her pussy through the silk, the heat of his mouth torturing her while the wetness of his stroking tongue provided just enough insight into what was to come. She bucked against him, unable to control herself. Her body felt on fire with the need for his touch, and the ache between her legs grew more insistent. Daria wanted to feel them both everywhere, on every part of her body. 

Joshua coaxed her shirt up and over her head, tossing it and the already unfastened white silk bra out of the way. He gazed heatedly down at her breasts, and when she raised her arms to him, he covered her without delay. He kissed her briefly, then trailed his lips down her neck, over her collarbone and to the tingling breasts he’d already feasted on with his eyes. Circling her left nipple with his tongue, he gently flicked it once, twice before taking it into his mouth. Daria immediately arched her back, trying to get closer to him and the incredible sensations his lips and tongue provoked. 

Daria opened her mouth to say something. She wasn’t even sure what, but the words evaporated when she felt Holden’s tongue work its way under the silk of her panties and lick her pussy full on.

“I can’t get enough of you,” Holden murmured between lapping at the cream sliding out of her pussy and running his tongue over her nether lips. She bucked and moaned under his ministrations, trying to hold still but unable to do so. Gently squeezing her thighs, he pushed her legs further apart. Opening her to him, he blew warm air on her pussy.

“Please, Holden.” Daria craved the pressure of his tongue, his hand, anything. Holden stiffened his tongue in response, using it to part the lips partially shielding her clit. He treated the needy bud to a long, wet lick that had Daria crushing her pussy hard against his face. Holden backed off for only a second to remove her panties and then dove back in to lick and suck her until she was pumping and grinding under him.
“Joshua,” Daria managed between gasps and moans, “I want to taste you.”

The rasp of Joshua’s zipper as he shed his pants was murder on Daria’s senses, and the movement of her hips grew more frantic. She was right on the brink, but she wanted, no needed, to taste him before she let go. “Mmmm…Hurry, Joshua.” She wanted his cock in her mouth when she came.

Joshua kneeled next to her, his cock looming larger than life over her, and she reached for him, guiding him to straddle her face. She angled her head so she could lick from his heavy balls up to the tip of his cock and then back again, grasping his ass to move him back and forth over her tongue. When he moved backward a third time, she opened wider, and as he pushed forward again, she took all of him, inch by swollen inch, in her mouth. 

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Suzette Rose Cauler has loved books (all types really) for as long as she can remember. As a child, she'd get lost in books for hours, using a flashlight to read under the covers long past bedtime. She read her first romance novel as a preteen and was immediately hooked by the swoon-worthy heroes and daring, spunky damsels. Though her reading tastes have definitely matured, Suzette continues to enjoy romance novels, especially those of the erotic, paranormal, fantasy, or historical variety. She writes almost as voraciously as she reads and typically falls head over heels in love with her heroes.

Though everyday types of romantic situations do appeal to her, stories that include adventure, intrigue, or danger have always made Suzette's heart go pitter patter. If they incorporate some science fiction too, she is even happier. You'll find elements like these in most of her stories as well as strong heroines who can fight their own battles but sometimes enjoy letting someone else take the lead.

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Cafe Nowhere, Twin Seduction; A Paranormal Erotic Menage by Paula Calloway

Blurb

A woman on a hunt encounters twin seduction.

     

Afraid for her life, Julie seeks out the one thing that can end her nightmares, but her hunt for a dream handler brings her face-to-face with her living, breathing night terror.

Summoned by something unknown, the twin guardians find themselves confronted by a vampiric fallen angel and a challenge unlike anything else ever faced.

While uncertain which twin is trouble and which is dangerous, Julie knows she’s definitely in for double and the guys have no intention of disappointing her.

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