#MidWeekTease ~ Payback’s A Bitch #Contemp #Erotic #MWTease @EvernightPub

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This week’s tease comes from my fun and light-hearted contemporary erotic story, PAYBACK’S A BITCH!  I had so much fun writing this story.

Lark is a woman on a payback mission for her bff, but as we know, sometimes even the best laid plans can go astray …

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Lately, no men interested her enough to go beyond short conversations. The thrill of meeting someone new, feeling instant chemistry, and seeing where things might lead held little appeal. The older she got, the less she cared about being a part of the singles’ scene. It was exhausting to fight off the creeps out there.

She turned her back to him and circled her hips. His guttural “Mother of God” had her glancing over her shoulder. Lark winked at him.

His fingers were white from gripping the chair too tight and his gaze fixed on her ass. He licked his lips.

Likes that, does he?

Lark reached behind her and clasped the zipper of her skirt. As she bobbed her hips left then right, she lowered the tab one tooth at a time before pushing her skirt off her hips.

His sharp intake of breath slithered up over her back. She swore the air curled over her tits.

A shiver curled through her.

Damn it, this is really turning me on. This wasn’t in the plan. I’m only here to pay him back.

She shoved those thoughts away, stepped out of the skirt, and made a show of kicking the garment to one side, her thong snagging her swollen lips with each dip and shimmy. An intense tingling sat in the pit of her stomach and threatened to break free.

She wasn’t supposed to get turned on by this guy. Eli wanted her to give him a taste of his own medicine for a prank done to him. She needed to focus on that, not on the devilment in his eyes making her wobbly at the knees.

Lark glanced over her shoulder at him, caressed her thighs, and inched her palms over her bottom. She angled her legs wider, giving her the freedom to bend over farther. With one palm planted on the floor, she gave him a look at her lace-covered pussy.

At his groan, she grinned and waggled her ass from side to side. She had him where she wanted him: absorbed in her and what she had to offer.

 

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The Noble House Kink Book 1: Get Off Easy by Sara Brookes #BDSM #Menage #Romance #CarinaPress @Sara_Brookes

 

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At Noble House, fantasy has no limits. Log on and enter a world of your most secret desires. And remember, there is nothing more noble than the pursuit of passion…

I shouldn’t be watching, but I can’t look away.

It’s been years since I’ve seen Ford “Saint” Templar or Boyce Denali in person—although the gorgeous men have haunted too many of my fantasies to count. But now they’re here, right on my screen. Together. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

And I want in.

Noble House is the kingdom of geek kink, where the thrill comes from knowing that someone is always watching. All I have to do is be brave enough to turn off the screen, walk through the door and ask Saint and Boyce to take me back.

We used to be so good together, but we’re different people now. Will Saint’s commands still bring me to my knees with desire? Will the anticipation of Boyce’s touch still drive me wild? Will I be able to survive the pleasure of having them both?

It’s time to stop watching. I need this. I need them. And just maybe, they need me, too.

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Sara Brookes has always been fascinated by the strange, the unusual, the twisted and the lost (tortured heroes are her personal favorite). She is an action movie junkie, addicted to coffee and has been known to stay up until the wee hours of the morning playing RPG video games. Despite all this geekiness, she is a romantic at heart and is always a sucker for an excellent love story.

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#MidWeekTease ~ “I have a job to do.” #CanadianMuscle

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This week’s tease comes from the 2nd Canadian Muscle story, Guarding His Anchor.

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He exited Charlotte’s office, then headed out the back door and around the corner. He took the stairs to his temporary home, let himself in, and came face to face with two of his best buddies.

But the glares on Marc and Gavin’s faces were anything but friendly. Movement from the corner of the room caught his attention, and Shree stepped into the light, arms crossed, and daggers shooting from her eyes.

Aw, hell.

Let the interrogation he’d been expecting begin.

“I need answers, Frank. A lot of them.”

Frank sighed, closed the door behind him, and headed to the fridge. He withdrew a beer and held one up in offer one to them, which they all declined. After opening the tab, he lifted it and consumed half of it in a couple deep gulps.

He snatched a kitchen chair, turned it, and straddled it, resting his arms over the back. “Let me have it.”

“Why did you come back like this? No forewarning, nothing?” Shree ranted, pacing between him and the sofa where her husband sat. “Charlie deserves better. And going after Sean?”

“Shree, honey,” Gavin interrupted.

“Don’t honey me. This is bogus bullshit. It has to be. Gavin, you’ve known Sean most of your life. You can’t believe he’d shoot Frank.”

“People change.” Gavin glowered. “I hate to say it, but based on the info Frank’s given us, and what I’ve received from my contacts, he’s way under. I don’t think there’s any coming back for him.” Sadness coiled in Gavin’s eyes but disappeared when he caught Frank’s gaze on him.

Frank remained mum. He’d stated his case and given the evidence he had—there wasn’t much else to say. No one else had been there, had stared into the dead eyes of Sean Weber. The man was gone. Completely. A stone-cold killer lived behind that emptiness. Frank had seen it before when he was in the Army. The terrorists he’d once fought against. The destruction of battle, losing children and souls, had him transferring and moving from New Brunswick to the United States at the first opportunity. To change his profession, become an FBI agent to help from home base to stop the bastards and threats to nations, was why he’d wanted to join the bureau.

He’d crossed the border to make a difference. It was a bonus to have citizenship status in Canada, too. The bureau used him in each country, taking advantage of his logic and profiling instincts to the max. Frank was proud of what he’d accomplished in his forty-two years. He’d never turn his back on the job.

“I’m sorry, guys, but the real sad thing of this is Charlie,” Marc argued, fury in his eyes. “I don’t like this back and forth anymore, man. You”—he pointed a finger at Frank—“are not here to see what she goes through after you leave. The sadness takes longer and longer to bounce back every time. We’re friends, buddy, but don’t make me choose sides.” Marc stared him down, his gaze unwavering.

Frank gave him a small nod, understanding what he was saying.

Frank hated leaving every time. Charlotte was … he didn’t really understand it. She calmed him, gave him a different outlook in many ways, but he was a tortured man who didn’t have the options to settle down.

“I agree. Frank, when this is all over, will you stay?” Shree demanded, her hands on her hips.

He couldn’t lie to himself. Staying wasn’t an option. He could never repeat the sins of his father. The abuser, the alcoholic, the bastard who’d gotten off on torture and dominance of his wife and son. Frank had reached the brink of anger and loss of control a few times. It was in him to fall off the edge; he lived with the darkness in his soul for years now, and he would never forgive himself if he hurt a woman someday. Especially Charlotte.

Frank lifted the can and drained the last of his beer. “Probably not.” He stood and tossed the can into the recycle bin.

“Holy shit. You idiot.”

“For fuck’s sake, asshole.”

“You big dickhead.”

Frank welcomed their comments. He was everything they said and more. But they didn’t know him that well. As much as he loved his mother, aunt, and Vikki—the only remaining family he had—he would stay a single man forever.

“I get it. Be pissed off all you want. But also consider, Charlotte will never forgive me for going after Sean.” Frank eyed them, meeting each gaze for a few seconds. “It’s as simple as that.”

“Doesn’t stop you from wanting her, does it, man?” Gavin questioned, brow arched but his gaze sympathetic.

Frank smirked. “Nope, not at all. I’m hard as a stone around her. I’d do anything for her. I would.” Frank locked gazes with Shree. “Sorry, but I have a job to do.”

 

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#MidWeekTease: “Poor guy seems nervous…” #MWTease #IntheArmsoftheLaw

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This week’s tease comes from Illusions.

Isabella Knowles has kept her relationship with Brady Jacobs a secret from everyone including her family. Now she’s starting to realize that perhaps she’d been only fooling herself to think that she could get away with no entanglements…

Her current lover had just heard about a night, albeit long ago, between her and another man. She couldn’t help but wonder what he thought, if it would bother him. From the angry look on his face when she finally met his eyes, she had her answer. It bothered him a lot.

illusions-lrg“I hope I am not interrupting anything crucial, detectives.” Brady’s detached tone raised her ire.

Who was he to be pissed? She didn’t care about his past relationships and what she and Connor didn’t come close to that. But one night of unbridled, crazy sex with Connor didn’t even compare to having sex with Brady. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing it, though.

“What brings you down here?” With nonchalance, as if she had no cares in the world, she made her way to her chair and sat down. She tossed the Gazette on top of the desk and took a sip of her coffee.

“Have a seat, man.” Connor motioned to the small loveseat in their office, then moved to his desk and sat on the corner of it.

Poor guy seems nervous, she thought with amusement. It was a bit awkward, but really, they were all adults.

Brady looked from one to the other, holding her gaze for too long. She looked away. She picked up a file from her desk, hoping he would get on with why he was paying them a visit.

“I came to tell you I had a glimpse of Melody Mason in the grocery parking lot.” Brady didn’t seem too happy about sharing the information but they hurled questions at him.

“What do you mean? What did you see?” Her voice seemed louder than her partner’s. “Did you see the unsub? Anything of his face?”

“Whoa, whoa, you two.” Brady held up a hand, staying their questions and offered Connor a file. “Everything I know is in there. After I got up about six this morning and had a shower, I sat down to get my thoughts on paper. It’s all there.”

She hurried to Connor’s side, placing an arm over his neck and reading over his shoulder. This could be the break they were looking for. Looking up, she saw Brady watching them. There was a naked look in his eyes, a raw intensity she had never seen before.

When he glanced at her arm on Connor’s neck, she quickly removed it, cursing at herself for letting his obvious upset get to her.

God, one would think he was her boyfriend. She couldn’t breathe. Oh, God

 

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#MidWeekTease: “You broke my door…?” #Illusions #IntheArmsoftheLaw #MWTease

MWTease15Happy Wednesday Friends! I hope everyone is doing great!

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This week’s tease comes from Illusions.

Brady has just had one of his visions, events yet to come and it gripped him while he was on the phone with Isabella Knowles who he has kept his relationship with her secret. But he’s falling harder and faster than he ever thought possible. Here, she’s run to his apartment after the line went dead while his vision took over.

(c) Kacey Hammell, 2017

All he could hear was pounding. And it felt like someone had taken a battering ram to his head. Brady opened his eyes, only to see the white, cracked ceiling of his bedroom. Disoriented, he sat up, prayed the hammering in his head would stop. Only then did he realize the noise in his head were not the only insistent thumps he could hear.

Someone was at his front door. He paused with his hands on his knees and allowed himself a moment to focus and stop the room from spinning.

Normally he would sit and let the memory of his vision come to him, but for the first time in a while, he didn’t need time to remember this one. What he’d seen was just as clear as his feet in front of him. Only in this instance, a fear like none other devoured him. His heart pounded as though it would beat right out of him, as well as break, if it were to come true.illusions-lrg

“Brady?”

His head jerked up at Isabella’s voice beside him. He saw the only person in his life who truly mattered to him. It scared him, but he needed to touch her. Now. The sooner, the better. He pulled her close, his arms around her waist, buried his face in her belly, and inhaled the scent that was solely hers. He craved it twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, three hundred sixty-five days a year. It was all her. His woman. The one he loved more than life itself.

“What happened? What’s wrong?”

He heard the worry in her voice, and squeezed his arms around her tighter. If he could pull her into his body, he would so she would remain safe forever and they’d never be apart.

“Christ, Brady, you’re killing me. Talk to me.” She tried to move away from him, but he couldn’t bear to let her go. “God damn it. Let go. You’re squeezing too tight.”

She was probably right and he loosened his grip on her. He tugged her down to his lap.

She squirmed, tried to rise and get away from him, but he held her tight. “You are being ridiculous. What happened?”

“How did you get in, babe?” He looked into her baby-blue eyes, saw varied emotions running rampant. Concern, confusion, even anger, but the concern warmed his heart.

“You were just gone. I heard you groan my name and then nothing. I thought I better come over and check on you. Just to be sure you were okay.”

Her nonchalant tone almost made him smiled. Underneath it all, he heard the worry and wouldn’t let her get away with it.

“But the door was locked, Bella. How did you get in?”

A blush stole over her face, and he couldn’t contain his grin. He didn’t want her to question him too much about his vision. She accepted his visions better than anyone else and understood what his painful groan would mean. Until he sorted through it, he wasn’t sure he wanted to share it with her. He would have to warn her, tell her some of what he’d seen so she would be prepared.

“I owe you a new door, actually.” As she blushed, he watched her stumble over what she’d done. “I kept pounding but got no answer, so I kicked it in.”

“You broke my door by kicking it in?” He wanted to laugh. And she said she didn’t care for him at all.

 

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#BookFeature ~ Atonement by Allyson Young and Lydia Michaels #Erotica #Menage #DegreesofSeparation @Lydia_Michaels @allysonyoung45

 

Atonement

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Release Date: April 4, 2017

Allyson Young

Through passion and betrayal, forfeit and loss, Austin, Ember and Cord are finally ready to face reality and atone for their sins in the conclusion of this emotionally charged, erotic trilogy, Degrees of Separation…

Beaten but not defeated, Austin faces his demons, encouraged by the return of his wife, December, and his best friend Cord’s constant presence. While accepting December’s feelings for Cord, Austin discovers some unprecedented emotions of his own… Pandora’s Box doesn’t close as easily as it opens.

Cord has kept a lifelong secret. But as his non-traditional love for Austin is exposed, he’s unprepared to trust his friends’ affection. Released from a self-imposed, emotional prison, he’s rewarded with both the man and woman of his dreams—yet he still harbors reservations.

December attempts to find a balance in her departure from conventional life and discovers new degrees of happiness intimacy in the non-traditional. With two men to love, her every need is met. But is she woman enough to satisfy their demanding hearts?

WARNING: This book contains subject matter suitable for mature reading audiences. Some content may be offensive to sensitive readers. Degrees of Separation is a MMF ménage trilogy with many emotionally graphic encounters and challenging situations that break the rules of traditional romance.

 

 

Excerpt:

Cord shoved up from the bed and faced him. “Is it out of your system?”

“Is what out of my system?”

“Whatever you felt last night—and this morning.”

His mind halted at the fork in the road. Go right and everything went away, no therapy needed, no repeat performance. Turn left and… This time his mouth cooperated and the truth emerged. “No, it’s not out of my system.”

Cord drew back, surprise and something else written on his face. “Really?”

He dropped his gaze, unable to match Cord’s steady stare.

Although he commanded his household and ran several crews on the job, he couldn’t seem to out-master Cord when it came to this. This new dynamic between them he’d yet to name.

It wasn’t a simple step down from the top either. Every time he deferred to Cord it scraped and bruised, though maybe not as much as he might have thought. Sort of like a new pair of boots, uncomfortable at first, but with the promise of more support later.

Though he was still processing, he could at least confess he wasn’t giving up. “Really.”

His heart jogged into a gallop as Cord stepped closer, the soft press of his rough fingers on Austin’s chin made him flinch.

“Easy…”

Austin breathed through his nose as Cord leaned closer. How was he so natural about this? He held his breath as warm lips traced the stubble of his jaw. And damn his dick for firming up the second he breathed Cord in.

The heat of his friend’s body warmed him, his mind cataloguing every nuance. The wiry feel of another man’s chest hair. The sheer breadth and height of him. His earthy scent, so unlike Ember’s. His pure masculinity was suddenly alluring, when a day ago it was merely admirable.

Fuck.

His neck stiffened as Cord’s hand fit around his nape.

“It’s okay,” Cord whispered, leaning closer.

At the first brush of his lips, Austin panicked and made to jerk away but Cord’s steady gaze and strong grip calmed his instinct to flee. The heated press of his firm kiss slipped past his guard and Austin’s eyes drifted shut.

A dark, throbbing need took hold as he wrestled to deny how right it felt to taste another man. Not just any man. Cord.

 

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Lydia Michaels  ~  Lydia Michaels is the award winning author of 30 romance novels. Her novels from the darkly compelling Surrender Trilogy were iBooks Bestsellers and her work has been featured in USA Today. In 2015 she was the winner of The Best of Bucks Award and she has been nominated as Best Author in the Happenings Magazine two years running [2015 & 2016]. She is a four time nominee for the prestigious RONE Award. Her books are intellectual, emotional, haunting, always centered around love.

 

Allyson Young ~ Allyson lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada with her husband of many years and numerous pets. She has written for many years and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one. A best selling Amazon author, she has now published three series and several stand alones in contemporary, sci fi, fantasy and suspense genres, as well as several novels under a different pen name. Allyson will write until whatever is inside is satisfied, until the heroes man up and the heroines get what they deserves. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favours the darker side of romance.

 

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#MidWeekTease ~ “You know what I remember most…” #IntheArmsoftheLaw #MWTease

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This week’s tease is from new release suspense title, AWAKENINGS.

Now one can deny a chemistry and unrequited love …

 

(C) Kacey Hammell,2017

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“You know what, Ali?” His voice was soft and powerfully seductive. “You know what I remember most about our night together?”

Alicia clasped his wrist, below where his fingers rested lightly on her cheek. She wanted to fall into his arms, burn beneath his touch again. They’d never talked about it, and she was curious to know what he remembered.

She remembered it all.

Every touch and sigh. She basked in the memory of every kiss and every pleasure.

Through many a cold and lonely night, she cherished the memories of Cole’s hard body pressed against hers, pushing her against the mattress—and the wall and the bathroom counter. She marveled at how he’d made her feel like more of a woman in one night than she’d felt in all her adult years.

Her voice hoarse and scratchy, she whispered, “What do you remember?”

“Our fire.”

When his mouth claimed hers, her body ignited with long-repressed emotions.

Hunger, mind-blowing hunger, rattled through her. It was so hard to breathe.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and opened her mouth wider to the onslaught of his tongue. He awakened her refined senses. Every erotic image she ever had about him flared to life.

She only prayed she’d be able to keep him from awakening the loneliness in her heart. She couldn’t allow him to reach it and make her hunger for more than what she could have.

For the time being, though, she wasn’t going to let go of this man. Alicia lifted her lips from his, drew in a deep breath, and gave him everything she could for now.

“This fire?” She clasped his head between her hands, drew him into a kiss, savoring the taste of him once more.

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