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Skye has led a life completely separated from others because of her telepathic
skills. One bright light in her life are the images of a dream man who invades
her waking thoughts and dreams. Little does she know she is about to run head
long into him. Ethan must bring Skye back to the Complex where he is torn
between his family’s need of her special talents, his desire to keep her safe,
and his own craving to make her his Power Mate.
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Sphinx Imagined (Red Sage Publishing) Available June 2014
Christine Murphy – Romance Author
Creator of: The Sphinx Warriors Series, The Midnight Riders Series, The Wild Clan Sagas
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This excerpt is from Leigh Court’s FEAR OF FLYING – part of the SEDUCTION – ONE FORTUNE AT A TIME anthology
Book publicist Jessie Jordan is deathly afraid of flying, which prompts travel writer Regan Quade to come up with a highly imaginative (and intimate!) way to calm her anxiety. Thrown together on a two-week book tour, the result just might be a bestseller!
Regan insisted on walking Jessie to her hotel room door. When they arrived, she pulled her key card out of her pocket and turned to him. “Thank you for dinner. And don’t forget, our first interview tomorrow is—”
She never finished the sentence. Regan’s lips came down to meet hers in a crushing kiss that stole the words from her mouth and shocked Jessie to her toes.
Her eyebrows reached her hairline. What the hell was he doing?
Regan’s lips eased back slightly and the pressure of his mouth suddenly changed. His lips became soft but hotly insistent, working on her mouth in the most interesting way. Pressing, releasing, sliding, coaxing. Jessie’s brain frantically tried to catch up with what was going on.
Dear God, Regan Quade is kissing me!
Obviously taking her stunned paralysis as acceptance, his tongue urged her lips to open for him. And damn it, Jessie’s did. Their tongues met, tangled, twined. Her mouth was on fire from the heat of his velvety stroking. A low moan escaped from Regan’s throat and he pressed her back against the hotel room door, easing his thigh between her legs.
Jessie inhaled sharply, but her body seemed to know exactly how it wanted to respond. Her nipples hardened. The pressure of Regan’s muscular thigh against her groin made her legs go weak and her body crave his in the most elemental way.
He broke away from her lips to trail a path of rough kisses down the side of her throat. “You smell delicious. What are you wearing?”
Jessie couldn’t think straight, not with his hot lips searing her skin like this. “Um… oatmeal and almond soap?”
The low, sexy rumble of his laughter against her sensitive neck make Jessie’s nipples ache for his touch.
“Mmm. Good enough to eat. Open the door, Jessie.”
What? Dear God. If Jessie opened her hotel room door, she knew how this would end.
Her brain finally kicked into gear. Where was Regan’s sudden sexual interest coming from, anyway? He’d given no hint of being physically attracted to her before this. Heck, on the flight from New York she’d been convinced he hated her for her stupid fear of flying.
But this was far from hate. This move of Regan’s was coming from a place Jessie didn’t quite understand. But she had their professional relationship to consider. He was a travel writer, and she was his book publicist. Did she dare cross the line and make things personal between them? What about Regan’s girlfriend, Dee Dee Lumiere?
What to do? What to do?
Regan’s hands reached around to grasp Jessie’s ass, urging her groin to slide up and down against his hard thigh, causing Jessie to gasp out loud. The sexual stimulation was almost more than she could take. Instinctively, she bucked her hips against him for more contact.
Regan’s ragged breaths sounded like they were being ripped from his throat, and were scorching the sensitive hollow of Jessie’s collarbone. “I’m going to take you right here in the hallway unless you open your door, Jessie.”
Sex with Regan Quade. It’s what Jessie had been fantasizing about just three days ago. Here was her chance to find out if the reality would be as good.
His clever tongue was working its way back up the side of her neck. His hard thigh was rocking between her legs, driving her insane.
Oh, yes, this would definitely be as good. Hell, it was already better.
She heard the plea in his tone, and she almost gave in. Almost. But there were too many reasons against it.
Regan stopped instantly. Jessie held her breath.
“No, Regan. I can’t. Listen… we can’t.”
Regan still didn’t move. His lips were hovering along the side of her neck, his thigh still pressed between her legs. It was a moment suspended in time, when Jessie honestly didn’t know what was going to happen.
Then, without a word or so much as a glance at her, Regan broke away, turned his back and began to stride down the hallway.
“Tomorrow morning’s television show airs at six,” she called after him. “We’ll meet in the lobby at 5:15.”
All she heard in response was his frustrated growl as he walked away.
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Hannah Green wants her life back. In the past three years she’s gone from promising graduate student to patient in a mental hospital. Now, she’s being held prisoner by a terrifying group of men who believe she has a mysterious power. She wants to think they’re wrong, but something inside her has changed. If only she could use her ppwer to set herself free.
Conner’s entire life, he’s played by the rules. He’s a soldier. A leader. He knows better than anyone that contact with the Shadows is forbidden. So when a midnight phone call demands he rescue one from a nest of demons, he has no intention of following through. Until he sets eyes on Hannah. Brave, beautiful and determined to survive. Conner can’t walk away.
When you’ve worked so hard to make the right choices, temptation can be a kind of torture. Conner knows he should turn Hannah over to the Shadows. Hannah wants to be grateful for her rescue and let Conner go. But when love and desire bind two strangers together, they have to choose between what they think is right and what they know they need.
“I recommend this book, even if you haven’t read the prequel novella. It’s clear the characters in this novel don’t know about what happened in the prequel. Should be interesting when that information comes to light in the main series!” – Diane
“I loved the prequel and was looking forward to this book (it did not disappoint). I loved Conner, Hannah, Kiernan, Kate and Zach, and was rooting for them throughout the story. It was great to read the book from each characters’ point of view. I was thoroughly engrossed in the story and found it very hard to put down (my husband was not happy with me). The villains were written to perfection (they had me so pissed at them, and cheering on the good guys). I’m already looking forward to the next book!” – Sharon Grieco
“I thoroughly enjoyed this first full-length novel in the Shadow Warder series, and though I wish I could just read about Hannah and Connor for another two books, I’m excited to see how the rest of the series plays out.” – Steph
“I enjoyed the book. A great combination of fantasy and romance. I got an advanced copy from the author and really like how she writes. The non-human characters are described well. You find out early in the book who they are and what they do. It is so well described, you are never lost. The story keeps pulling you along so when the book ends you can’t wait for the next.” – Jill Duranceau
“I am hoping that future books in the series will continue to concentrate on a couple as the main focus – while developing the overall story as well. There is a lot of complexity hinted at in the Shadow/Warder universe, and I would love to see it develop to it’s fullest potential.” – Hildegard Hettinger
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Excerpt: OUTING THE QUARTERBACK by Tara Lain; MM contemporary
Will Ashford lives in two closets. He meets his wealthy father’s goals as both the quarterback for the famous SCU football team and a business major, but secretly he attends art school and longs to live as a painter. And he’s gay. But if he can win the coveted Milton Scholarship for art, he’ll be able to break from his father at the end of his senior year.
In a painting master class, Will meets his divergent opposite, Noah Zajack. A scarred orphan who’s slept on park benches and eaten from trash cans, Noah carefully plans his life and multiple jobs so he has money and time to go to art school. Will’s problems seem like nothing compared to Noah’s. Noah wants the scholarship too and may have a way to get it since the teacher of his class has designs on him, a plan Will isn’t happy about.
When a gossipmonger with a popular YouTube channel finds evidence that Will is gay, the quarterback’s closet doors begin to crumble. Hounded by the press and harassed by other players, Will has to choose. Stay in the closet and keep his family’s wealth, or let the doors fall off and walk out with nothing. Nothing but Noah.
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Will followed Noah up to the low-rise structure that looked more like a shed than a house. Clearly the thing had been built sometime early in the twentieth century without a single permit. Noah unlocked the door, although a burglar probably could have ripped down the walls and gotten in easily.
Hell, Will couldn’t diss the place. He still lived at home.
Noah looked over his shoulder. “Home sweet home.” He walked in and Will followed.
Wow. He was kind of aware that he was in one medium-sized room, but pretty much all he saw was the huge, softly impressionistic painting of a nude man on the wall opposite the front door. Gorgeous didn’t do it justice. It or him. The model was more boy than man, with long brown hair falling down a lean, curved back. Only his profile showed as he gazed off into space with a look of pure longing. Though the face was perfect and Will had never seen such an expression, it could only be one person. “It’s you, isn’t it?”
“Holy shit, how did you know that?”
Will looked at Noah. The guy’s eyes were wide and a little horrified.
“It’s you the way you are inside. Maybe the way you were outside once. Full of hope and longing for joy.”
Will glanced over and caught the fast blink wiping out the unshed tears. “The painting is gorgeous. You’re an amazing artist. Really. I should hate you.” He grinned at Noah.
Noah’s face never left dead serious. “Do you?”
Oh shit, he couldn’t catch his breath. “Of course not.” Change. The. Subject. He looked around. “So this is your place. Doesn’t look like much outside, but you made it really cool.” That was true. Against one wall a daybed, actually made, looked like it could hold one person spaciously and two tightly. Okay, why the hell did he think of that? An old but very serviceable sectional couch divided off the sleeping area and curved underneath that gorgeous painting, with a chair opposite it. The rest of the room contained a kitchenette with a microwave, an under-counter refrigerator, and a few cabinets, plus a small table and two straight-back chairs. “You’re so neat.”
Noah shrugged. “You have to be in a place this small. Sit.” He pointed at one end of the sectional.
Will sat. “I wonder if I’m neat.” He grinned.
“You don’t know?”
“No. I’ve always had a maid.”
Noah flipped a hand at Will. “Jeez. How do you keep your bathroom between maid visits?”
“There you go.”
“I don’t know. If I thought I had to pick up that towel myself, I might reform real fast.” He leaned back. “I guess I should start practicing.”
“Never too early to grow up. Want a beer?”
Coach would kill him. Plus, alcohol looked pretty crappy after last night. “No thanks.”
“I’ve got iced tea.”
“Yeah. That’d be great.” Noah walked over to the kitchenette. Jesus, watching the guy move in a confined space with nobody else around was too much for Will’s overtaxed, underserved cock. He put his hands in his lap.
Noah walked back with two glasses. They didn’t match. He handed one to Will and sat on the other part of the sectional. “So are you moving out soon?”
“Probably not until I finish school.”
“That’s a long time. You gonna be able to carry off the fiction?”
That was the question, but Noah didn’t even know how much. “I made it this far.”
“I’ll bet it gets harder all the time.”
Man, he had no idea.
“What are your plans?”
Noah drank some tea. “Graduate school in art. I want to be able to teach as well as paint.”
“Where do you want to go?”
“I’d love to go to Chicago, but I think UCLA will be good.”
“How will you do it?” He held his breath.
“Scholarships, I hope.”
“Milton?” He was turning blue.
“Sure. It’s the best. And I ought to be a contender. God knows, I can prove hardship.” He laughed.
“But it doesn’t depend on hardship.” Will swallowed hard.
“Sure. But who wouldn’t take it into consideration?” He frowned. “Besides, I hope I paint well enough.”
“Yeah. You’re a great painter. Like I said.” Will downed the cold, bitter tea. Shit, he didn’t want to compete with this kid. His evil voice asked the obvious question. Why, because you think he’ll win? “I should get going.”
He felt weird. “I really like your place.”
He got up and took a few steps toward the door.
He didn’t turn around. Felt too strange. “Yeah.”
“You never answered my question.”
“Are you gay?”
Blood. Ice. “No. Why would you ask me that again?” He heard the couch cushion rustle, then footsteps behind him. Will turned around slowly, frowning. “What’s with you? Why would you think I’m gay?”
Noah stopped directly in front of him and looked up. Not far up. The guy was only a few inches shorter. Drowning in those eyes would be possible. “Because you look at me like you want to eat me.”
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Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 23. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft. She lives with her soul-mate husband and her soul-mate dog in Laguna Beach, California, a pretty seaside town where she sets a lot of her books. Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!
It does to me, but my schedule–not to mention my wallet–doesn’t often allow me to laze in a lounge chair, sipping pina coladas, ogling random hot men jogging on the beach.
If a Caribbean destination isn’t in the cards for you right now, you can always escape with a story, like Tropical Heat.
Surrounded by the cobalt ocean and the lush green hills, I couldn’t help but feel inspired. Jamaica was all that I’d thought it would be—and more. I closed my eyes and revelled in the sensations. The catamaran I was on swung and swayed to a rhythm that only it knew.
The sun burned on the breathtaking horizon. Thanks to the powerful early-morning light, the sea glittered clear to the bottom of the cerulean depths. I turned my head when briefly the calypso music stopped and the captain announced in his lilting island accent that we’d almost reached our destination.
Ocho Rios. We were almost there. As an artist I had spent the last ten years dreaming about visiting here, all of Jamaica, actually. Seeing the popular tourist destination of Ocho Rios had always been one of my deepest desires. The town was home to so much beauty.
The boat was en route to Dunn’s River Falls, and I couldn’t wait to experience the rush of the water, the absolute freedom of being one with the land as I explored the natural wonder. When I stepped off the boat dock and touched down in the soft sand, a hundred possible paintings flashed in my mind. The landscape that was set before me became my canvas. The beach at sunset with hues of tangerine, scarlet, turquoise and lavender. The beach at dawn when the sun kissed the shore good morning. The beach on a rainy day, with the turbulent churning of a navy blue sea against an angry, dark sky.
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Here are all my Celtic Romances set in the Iron Age and pre-roman Brittian and Ireland.
In days of old, deep in the dark woods, Druidess Seren discovers a wolf shape shifting into the bare, muscular Celtic God, Gwydion. Seren’s mind turns from the Samhain feast to wicked thoughts of feasting on Gwydion’s yummy goodies. Will this new found love last beyond a Samhain tryst to survive the ultimate long distant relationship of a god in the otherworld and a woman on earth? Is the love Gwydion and Seren share strong enough to overcome the social barrier between an immortal god and a mortal woman? Will a warning of danger from beyond the grave destroy the sensual magic brewing between the wolf and the druidess?
In the first century AD, conquering Romans plunge the British tribes into chaos. The future of the mist covered isle of Britannia and its brave people rest in the hands of two druids, whose views are as different as fire and ice. Yet they find love together.
Arch Druid Rhys is a master of the sacred mysteries but a novice in the ways of the heart. Sulwen, a sacred druidess, discovers Rhys, the shape shifter, has evoked a basic, feral desire in her, only to find the goddess may soon exact the unfathomable price of taking him from her.
Though their love is a potent as their magic, is it strong enough to survive the turmoil of the Romans, the Rebel Queen Boudica, and the gods?
She carried the seed of rebirth, so what had fallen would rise again.The ghost of her ancestor sent Druidess Tanwen from Britannia to the strange foreign tribe of the Caledonii to wed Brude, son of the chief. But Brude is not about to marry a druidess, even though she has the most beautiful body he’s ever seen. Never mind if his blood boils and he can’t stop thinking of her. He will not wed her. Yet the fate of Caledonia rests in the hands of the Warrior and the Druidess. Will they put their differences aside to fulfill their destiny?
Off the mist shrouded coast of Ireland, a lady pirate, Anwen, captures the enemy, a Roman, Titus Rufius Kaeso. The Celtic warrior woman presses her hard iron dagger against Kaeso’s throat, but memories of fated lovers, druids and sacrifice, stay her hand.
Kaeso is also captivated by dreams of the woman he loved in a previous life, the mirror image of Anwen. In this lifetime they are foes, Roman and Celt. Can Anwen and Kaeso steer their timeless voyage to a happy destiny or will they be robbed of love once more?
Macha of the Red Braids exudes the essence of female power. Defying and fighting two kings, she takes her father’s place on the throne. With one goal in mind, she uses magic, battles, disguises, and skills of seduction to take the crown as sole ruler. She is the only woman listed as a High King of Ireland. She builds the famed kingdom of Emain Macha, marking off the borders with the pin of her treasured cloak brooch. Even still, a Champion from the wilds of Connaught throws the powerful battle queen off guard when he comes to claim her heart. Has Macha met her match in Nath of Connaught? Will he pass the three trials she has set before him?
I hope you enjoy traveling back to ancient times and living among the ancient Celts of the Iron Age and Bronze Age through my books.
On a sixteen hour flight from Australia I got stuck sitting next to an English lady who was all elbows. I mean, those suckers should have been registered as lethal weapons. Jab! Jab! Jab! Joe Frazier had nothing on her. Trying to keep out of range, I ended up sharing half of my sister’s seat. Needless to say, she wasn’t very happy either.
About thirty minutes into the flight from hell, the English lady pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket and rubbed briskly at her really hairy underarms. Ewww! Where the heck was the flight attendant when you needed her? I pushed my call button frantically. C’mon, c’mon I can’t take another 15 hours of this crap. After what seemed like an eternity, okay it was more like five minutes, the flight attendant walked up. Before I can say a word, the English lady rudely butted in and ordered five of those little bottles of whiskey. I watched in amazement as she lined them up on her tray and proceeded to toss them down, one after another. Twenty minutes later she was asleep and stayed that way for the entire flight.
If you want to travel to Mexico, make sure you fly. I made the big mistake of taking the train from Nogales to Mazatlan, Mexico. Hey, it was cheap. Really cheap and I soon found out why. The toilet was the pull down kind. No privacy. If you needed to go, you pulled the sucker out of the wall and did your business with everyone in the compartment watching. Yeah, like that was going to happen. I’m proud to say I held it for twelve hours straight. Okay, I kept my legs crossed and prayed a lot.
The sleeping berths faced the front of the train. Every time it stopped you fell out of bed. They made a lot of stops. By the time we arrived in Mazatlan, I’m sleep deprived and really, really needed to pee. I rushed for the door, eager to find a real bathroom and found myself face to face with a big Hispanic dude. I eyed his scruffy unshaven face, filthy, sweat stained yellow shirt and his big ass rifle in horror. Holy guacamole, a bandito and we’re about to be robbed. No, I did not pee my pants, but it was close. The guy turned out to be El Policia or as us Americans like to say a cop. He wanted to know if we had any drugs. I pulled out a bottle of aspirin and handed it to him. He was not amused.
Riding in taxis can be downright terrifying. There’s the language barrier. Yes, I went back to Mexico, my mistake. Moving on, I’ll admit my Spanish is limited. So communicating can be like a game of charades. Lots of hand gestures, pantomiming water and swimming. “Adios Cerritos Beach. Si?” At the blank look in the driver’s eyes, I did my best swimming routine and spoke very slowly. “Vamonos, beach. Si?” We ended up at the market with twelve of his cousins trying to sell us handmade Mexican jewelry. Go figure.
Have you ever ridden in one of those airport vans? You know, the ones driven by a downright surly driver who speaks very little English and can’t get off his cell phone long enough to find out where you’re going? That should have been my first clue that things weren’t quite right. My second clue should have been the panicked expressions of the Japanese businessmen already seated. I climbed in and before I could even close the door, the driver floored it, cutting off a city bus and whizzing in and out of traffic. Did I mention no seatbelts? Red lights weren’t a problem, either. Nope, not at all cuz we weren’t taking the highway, we were doing Mach One down a trash filled alley. The driver seemed hell bent on hitting every pothole he could, sending us crashing into the ceiling. Like some crazed kamikaze pilot, the driver shot across a busy street, barely missing a semi-truck and zoomed down another alley. I’m all for seeing the sights but c’mon. Dumpsters and transients aren’t really tourist attractions. The driver took a sharp right and suddenly I’m sitting on the lap of a Japanese businessman. He wrapped his arms around me as we went airborne and careened into the parking lot of a Marriot hotel. As soon as the driver opened the door, we all bailed. Was it my hotel? No, but I’m not stupid or suicidal. The nice Japanese businessmen escorted me inside and bought me a drink. Okay, a lot of drinks. Hey, I needed them to calm my nerves.
The room fills with the deep rich smell of coffee. Footsteps approach from behind and a cup is slid across the desk into my view.
“Morning Jesse, punctual as ever.”
He draws the chair opposite out, places his graph pad and pen on the table, before taking his seat. “Morning, Gray.”
I lift the cap off the cup and draw in the fresh coffee’s aroma. “Ready to be interrogated?” I keep my face straight and pull his pad to my side of the desk and start to write in my messy left hand scrawl.
“Can you please stay within the lines?” His coffee cup has stopped mid route to his lips and he’s watching my pen strokes intently.
“I’m the writer, Jesse. Let’s get started shall we.” This is going to be interesting. I may write outside the lines because, well I can.
He spilled his coffee looking me right in the eyes. “Old enough to know better.”
Coffee spurts from his lips “Do you want me to get mobbed?” He side eyes everyone reading this. “I can’t tell you that live on TRS Summer bash, I mean look at me, who can resist this?”
“Lawyer, and keeping Daniel out of trouble.” He raises his eyebrows.
Jesse coughs. “Under review. They have to read book two to find that out!” He leans back in his seat and gives me the eye.
Can you tell us a bit about your story?
Jesse rolls his eyes and blows out a breath before he starts speaking. “Well my story has been overshadowed by Daniel’s getting into trouble by thinking with his dick. I’ve told him time after time to think first and act second, but he has issues with the two step process.” He drains his cup, tapping the bottom to get the last drop. “Let’s call me the savior of Dan and Raf in Legally Bound. He digs the holes, I throw him the ropes to drag his ass out.” He looks around getting the hint of a smile. “My story involves my controlling wife, a hot new friend and tagging along with Dan to vicariously live through him.”
Tell us something we don’t know
“I have discovered over the last twelve months eighteen odd socks within my collection. That is unheard of!” Jesse leans forward. “Where do they go? I only own pairs. That match.” He nods at this fact, then his mouth falls open. “I bet it’s Daniel messing with me!” He starts to stand up and I can’t help but laugh.
“Sit your ass back down.”
Talking of Socks, on or off?
Jesse leans down to pull up his slacks. “On, for now. You always lower the tone Gray.” He holds up a finger before I can speak. “But certain people complain about them in bed.”
What turns you on?
“Can we come back to this question after book two?” There is a distinct twinkle in Jesse’s eyes.
What’s your ideal way of relaxing?
“That depends on who I’m with. If Daniel and I have had a big case then we go for a drink after work in the local bar. Watch a game, have a beer, usual guy stuff. If I have to go home then I run a bath and lock the door. Because when you don’t lock the door you have unexpected people just pop in on you.” He laughs but I hear the frustration. “Recently, I’ve found I prefer to have dinners with a close friend.” Jesse is lost in thought.
So you have your next relaxation planned then? With who?
“I’m a Lawyer, Gray.” He snatches the graph pad back then prints in neat block letters as he continues. “I know when to keep my mouth shut, and when to open it. He slides the pad back my way. As I read he stands and makes his way to the door.
“Jesse, get back here,” I side glance him, cocking an eyebrow. “I’m not writing this.”
“I’m a good negotiator, Gray. You should know I’ll win this case.” The smug look on his face makes me groan and fall back in my chair.
“Send Daniel in. We will discuss this later.”
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Cruising for Love by Lynne Silver
A vacation cruise comes with surprises—like the BDSM theme and her high school love, the one man she can’t resist.
When Andi Greene heads out on a cruise, she’s pumped for a fun week of sun bathing and chilling with her best friend. Little does she know her best friend has a number of surprises in store. The first is the cruise’s theme of bondage and domination. The other? Ship’s doctor Jonah Coleman, Andi’s first love, her high school boyfriend—the boy she thought she’d marry before he moved across the country and eventually dropped her cold. But there’s nothing cold about their reunion. Instead sparks fly, and Andi’s relaxing cruise seems set to turn into a week of hot loving.
Jonah can’t believe he’s getting a second chance with Andi—a grown-up Andi who might need more than he knows how to give. But he’s willing to put everything on the line to find out if the heat between them is just the remnants of teenage love or something more. And even though he has to let her go again, he’s determined this time she’ll never forget him.
By day, Lynne lives the suburban soccer mom life; volunteering with the PTA, doing laundry and working. By night she enters the sensuous world of alpha males and passionate heroines.
She lives in an old fixer-upper with her husband and their two sons. When not writing romance, she reads it. Lots of it. Over and over and over again, preferably with a bag of M&Ms in hand.
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The Alpha male. Strong. In control. Letting no one and nothing rule him…until he meets the one, and all bets are off. The world tilts, the bed rocks, and suddenly that tough guy finds himself Brought to His Knees—in more ways than one.
This collection of eleven hot to erotic novellas and one short erotic novel will take you on journeys of lust, love, and adventure, leave you breathless and quite possibly in need of a cold shower.