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Excerpt: Storming Love: Doug and Neal / DeRicci / MM contemp

Welcome to Spookapalooza 2014!! I’ve missed everyone this year! This is the first party I’ve attended all year! I know! Been a bit off, and out, and family…. and well… It happens. But I’m back! With a new release and more coming! YAY!!

 

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Title Doug & Neal
Storming Love Series #6
Author Diana DeRicci
ISBN# MLR-1-02014-0298 (ebook) $4.99
Release Date October 2014
Cover Artist Kris Jacen
Length 24,000 words
Heat Rating Moderate
Categories Contemporary
Available At: MlrBooks (ebook)

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Doug travels from Arbor Heights to stay with his grandmother Noel during one of the largest hurricanes North Carolina has seen. What starts as a support trip becomes more intense when her neighbor’s house is damaged during the storm, forcing Neal to bunker down with Doug and his grandmother. But it’s not just a hurricane tossing Doug’s life around. There’s a boyfriend back home causing him to question their relationship, and an unexpected attraction for Neal. Doug’s life will never be the same after Hurricane Lauris.

Chapter One
Doug turned into his grandmother’s driveway and brought the rented truck to a halt. He shook his head at what greeted him. Pink flamingos. Seriously, Grandma? Pink flamingos? He sighed. Did they even have flamingos outside of Florida?

Apparently his grandmother did. Grandmother Noel was a tad eccentric by most standards, and his favorite person in the world. And the first thing he was doing was plucking those crazy birds out of the ground and putting them away.

He hit a speed dial on his cell. “Hey babe,” he said when Ryan answered.

“Make it safe and sound?” There was humor in his voice and it warmed Doug to know Ryan was there for him.

“Landed and have arrived. I’ll call when I can. I don’t doubt we’ll lose power and cell but I’ll call as often as I can.”

“No problem, sweetness. Take care of Grandmama Noel and I’ll see you when you get home. Miss you.”

“Miss you, too.” He sighed, meaning every word. “Bye.”

“Bye.”

He ended the call. Getting out of the truck, he shouldered his overnight bag and grabbed his carryon by the handle out of the truck bed. He figured he’d be there at least a week, if not longer. He’d packed enough for almost three weeks if he had to stretch, especially if power took a while. Washing laundry wasn’t going to be easy without it. At the door, he rang the doorbell and waited.

The inner door opened and his grandmother beamed. “Doug!”

“Hi, Grandma.” He moved aside to let her open the outer glass door and leaned close to get a huge kiss. “I’m here.” It never failed, even though he stood over her now, he always felt eight years old around this lady.

“I see that. Go put your bags in the spare.”

He did as asked, meandering through the smallish home to the second bedroom. At almost eighty, Grandma Noel was still as spry as a spring chicken. She played bingo, gardened, and volunteered every week for the Ladies Auxiliary, and utterly believed conformity was for the birds. The bold pink stripe in her hair was proof of that. Age was a number, and hers didn’t matter. It was one of the reasons he loved her so much. Doug didn’t doubt all that activity and youthfulness was what was keeping her going strong. She just wasn’t able to prepare for the coming storm on her own, thus, his enlisted aid.

He plopped his heavier bag on the bed, looking around the room. He’d been there a lot over the years and knew nothing had really changed. His grandmother happened to like this particular color of blue that defied naming, so there was a lot of it in this room. His grandfather had put his foot down when he was alive to not have it in the master bedroom. Doug kind of understood his point.

“Are you hungry?” she asked, coming up behind him in the doorway.

“Not yet, but thank you.” He faced her. “Have you seen the weather reports?”

“Oh my, yes.” She put a light hand to her face. “That stupid storm. It’s going to give us a good walloping.”

He blew out a breath. Yeah, that’s what he’d heard, too. “Okay. Well, that’s why I got the truck, so we can get you plywood to cover the windows and anything else that won’t fit in your car.”

At least she had a two-car detached garage. So long as that held, the rental would be safe inside.

“Do you have enough food for the next week? Stuff that can be eaten without being heated?” A cooler and ice would work for a few days if the world stopped.

“I think so. Really all I need is water to take my medications,” she explained.

“Grandma,” he chided, chuckling. “You have to eat, too.”

She harrumphed at him, laughing. “Well, of course I do! I meant that I can rough it.”

He nodded, but didn’t argue. Young at heart was one thing. He wasn’t going to risk her health no matter how resilient she thought she was.

“Okay, well let’s make up a list or two and see what you have. Are Granddad’s tools still out in the garage?”

“Under his work shelf. I kept a lot of those because I knew they’d be needed.” She frowned. “Just hadn’t thought it would be for a hurricane.”

“Life is full of surprises,” he agreed. He followed her from the bedroom then veered off for the garage. Sunlight between the two buildings didn’t tell the story of the pending storm correctly, but at least they had time to get his grandmother’s house stabilized. The burr of work was already taking place up and down the street as people prepared for the torrential rain and harsh winds.

Opening the door, he turned on the light taking in the frozen in time aura of the space. He could still see his granddad futzing around his work bench, tinkering with some little bit of who knew what, something only he knew what it was. He’d enjoyed working on small motors and engines in his retirement and would often repair them for neighbors just for the sake of having things to work on. The smaller hand tools were hung with care on a pegboard above while the larger ones, the ones he needed, were on a shelf beneath.

He gathered the small crowbar, hammers, measuring tapes and anything else he thought he might need in his hands.

His phone rang before he was done in the garage. Juggling tools, he unclipped it. “Hello?”

“Hey. Did you make it okay?”

Doug chuckled. “Hey, Shawn. Yeah. Safe and sound.” He could hear the worry under his tone.

“Watching these weather reports is insane.”

“Earthquakes and four-month-long fires are better?”

Shawn huffed. “Okay, you have me there. Just be careful. Give a shout if you need anything from me.”

“I will. Thanks. I’ll be back when this is all over.”

“Not worried about that,” Shawn replied.

Doug was relieved to get that answer. Without a set in stone day to return he didn’t want to take any chances, but Shawn was his department head and if he said it was cool, then… He was luckier than many. He was supposed to be teaching first year music composition classes to new students. Instead, he was on the East Coast, getting ready for the hugest hurricane to hit in a decade. “Okay. I’ll give you guys a call in a few days.”

“Do that. Take care.”

“Thanks.” They hung up and Doug smiled, grateful for not only a boyfriend who cared, but friends who gave a damn. He’d been working with Shawn at the community college for almost three years. They were close work friends, and he was glad for that.

Shawn taught basic music comprehension and supervised the music department while Doug taught music composition. There was nothing more fun than Shawn playing guitar with Doug on the piano. They’d spent hours just goofing off, playing music and laughing.

He didn’t know a lot about Shawn’s background, only that he’d made some major changes once he’d moved to Arbor Heights from LA, about two years before he’d been hired at the school.

He knew Shawn was in a committed relationship–he’d overheard conversations on the phone. Not intentionally, but when you hear baby and love you, a person assumes. He knew whoever had Shawn was a lucky man.

Gathering up tools again, he managed to secure the garage and carry everything into the house without dropping anything.

He found his grandmother in the kitchen, sitting at the table, drinking a cup of tea.

“Find what you needed?”

“I think so. Did you want to go to the store with me?”

“Do you mind if I don’t? My shows are coming on.”

Doug smiled. “That’s okay. Let’s make up a list of what we need. Hopefully the home supply store won’t be sold out already.”

About an hour later, he was driving to the closest big box store to buy boards and supplies. With those purchased, he returned to start reinforcing windows and removing things from the yard to store in the garage.

The next morning, the sky was still cloudless, but there was a pressure in the air that hadn’t been there the day before. The first signs of the coming hurricane could be felt on his skin. Almost everyone he passed looked to the east, into the sky. They knew it as well as he did. Lauris was coming.

A grocery store run was on the list, along with making sure the ice chest was cleaned out and ready to use. Going to the store proved to be an adventure in survival all its own. Shelves were being stripped clean and bottled water was almost as precious as gasoline.

As the hours ticked down and the day faded, the sense that something was coming, just out of sight, grew. A disquiet hung in the air like nature was holding its breath. Every house on the street had boarded up windows, making the neighborhood look like a ghost town. Everything loose had been removed from yards. Decorations were taken down from awnings and portico roofs. Tarps covered vegetation and were either staked to the ground or weighted down. Doug only had a few more small details. They’d be as ready as they could be when he was done, just waiting for the first surge.

They were eating breakfast the next morning when there was a knock on the door.

His grandmother stood to answer it and a moment later returned, followed by a man Doug didn’t know.

She said, “Doug, this is my neighbor, Neal. He came to make sure I was ready.”

Doug stood from the table and offered a hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“Are you hungry, Neal?” she asked.

The other man smiled and waved her off. “No. I already ate, but thank you. I wanted to let you know that if you need me, I’ll be next door.”

“You’re not going in to the hospital?” she asked, pouring a glass of tea and handing it to him just the same, ignoring his refusals.

“No, at least not right now.”

“What do you do?” Doug asked, taking his seat to finish eating.

“Sit,” she invited and Neal did, joining them at the table. He cradled his tea between his palms, relaxed as they talked.

“I’m a triage nurse at Hempstead Main, an RN.”

“Oh? I would think that would be where they’d want you during an emergency like this.” Doug cleaned his plate, trying not to look like he was starving at the same time. He loved his grandmother’s waffles.

“I just came off my rotation, so I’m actually on my downtime. It just worked out that the hurricane is coming now, too.”

When he was done, Doug walked to the sink to give his plate a rinse. “Is there anything you need help with at your place?” It seemed like a neighborly kind of thing to offer if he needed help with any last preparations.

Neal grew thoughtful. “No, I think I’ve got it all ready. What about you guys?”

“Covering the back windows today.”

“Would you like some help?” He drank some of the tea in his tumbler.

Doug didn’t think his grandmother would care if he asked for a little help. “I won’t turn down a second pair of hands.”

“Okay. Let me change into something I can work in. I’ll be right back.”

After he’d left, Doug said, “He seems like a nice guy.”

His grandmother smiled. “He checks on me using little excuses so he thinks I don’t know what he’s doing. He’s a very nice man.” She gave a sideways glance. “He’s single.”

Doug chuckled. She knew perfectly well Doug was in a relationship. “And I’m not.”

She gave him a dismissive shrug. He kissed her cheek. “Let me get what we need out of the garage. I’ll be in the backyard.”

“Okay,” she said.

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Honeybun Heat Series – 7 Books of Exciting Romantic Suspense!

My romantic suspense series, Honeybun Heat, is based on a family of eight, sexy brothers with strange old English names and a proclivity toward finding and dealing with trouble. When a Honeybun or his honey is in trouble, the whole Honeybun clan gets involved in solving the problem and saving the damsel in distress…whether they’re wanted or not

They shop, they cook, they shoot, they ride, they kick bad guy butt all over the place. They’re sexy, red-haired, wonderfully masculine, and delightfully non-traditional, except when it comes to treating a woman right. Terrorists pale when they see a Honeybun, criminals wobble, and women swoon with sensual delight.

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A Honeybun and Coffee 

Surprised into hiding in a men’s room stall at work, Angie Peterson, owner of the Dunk and Run Coffee Shoppe, overhears two men talking about killing someone named Alastair Honeybun. Picturing a frail, helpless old Englishman, Angie rushes to warn him. There’s only one, small problem, Alastair Honeybun is six foot two inches of yummy man, who’s perfectly capable of taking care of himself. But when the thugs show up while Angie’s still there, they soon figure out they’ll need to take care of each other.

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Life, Liberty and Pursuit of a Honeybun

Alfric Honeybun thought the lady with the lovely mocha latte skin and startling blue eyes was working with the terrorists. But when those same terrorists tried to kill both of them, Alfric found himself spending a LOT of time with the pretty artist. He’d had no intention of falling in love. But his body wasn’t taking direction from his brain. And things were heating up pretty fast.

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Fast Track to a Honeybun

Sexy Indy car racer Warwicke Honeybun isn’t looking for love. But when he stumbles upon a beautiful woman being abused by a fellow driver one night, he wastes no time delivering a painful message to the man abusing her. Unfortunately, the man turns up dead the next day and the woman shows up on Warwicke’s doorstep covered in blood. Warwicke’s life gets eminently more complicated as he fights to protect her while working to clear her name; knowing all the while that she’s one of his fiercest competitors on the track.

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A Honeybun in Hell

Edric Honeybun is in Hell, Indiana on Halloween, doing research for his latest book in a haunted hotel. His brothers and their honeys decide to join him and make an adventure out of it. During this holiday in Hell, Edric fully expects to do some research, enjoy a few laughs over non-existent “ghosts”, and debunk local superstitions about the Le Diablo hotel. What he doesn’t expect is to bump up against a flesh and blood killer, fall in love with a beautiful witch, and come face to plasma with a surprise in the local cemetery.

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“A Honeybun In Hell has an well thought out storyline with amazing characters and it has been very well written. This story truly has it all, hot romance, suspense and action, I loved reading this one and look forward to reading more about the Honeybun men and their honey’s.”
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Honeybun in a Loin Cloth

When Godric Honeybun decides to portray a Native American in a war reenactment weekend, he doesn’t expect to run into his own, personal Indian princess on the battle field. Much to his amazement, when someone tries to kill her, he quickly discovers his inner warrior as he fights to keep her safe.

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“These Honeybun brothers are more than eye candy and I for one cannot get enough of them. If you have not read any of the previous books don’t worry you do not need to in order to enjoy this one, but I highly recommend them all.”
~ Got Romance Reviews

 

Honeybun at a Dude Ranch

Depressed by injuries that have sidelined his career and pretty sure he’ll never find love, Heathcliffe goes to his cousin Peyton’s Dude Ranch in Southern Indiana for some “alone” time. His plan is to contemplate the direction his life is taking and figure out how to get back on track. But he didn’t count on Nita Harley, the ranch’s newly hired activity director. Nita’s an attractive, young widow who’s trying to make sense of her life too, but her problems are much more urgent and dangerous than Heathcliffe’s. Someone is killing everyone Nita connects with and, as their feelings for each other grow, she’s pretty sure Heathcliffe will be next.

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Honeybun on the Run

She’s fighting to protect everything she cares about. He can’t resist a damsel in distress. But he has no idea how high the cost will be if they fail.

Clovis Honeybun is working undercover to catch an assassin targeting his uncle, Senator Brick Honeybun. But his search is waylaid when he spots a pretty woman being mistreated by a guy who looks a lot like his target. Going rogue on a dangerous hunch, Clovis plunges down a trail that might be the right direction but the wrong bad guy. Ultimately, Clovis discovers he could have to choose between saving the woman burrowing her way into his heart, or a man he’s loved and respected since he was old enough to crawl.

5 Stars: “If you haven’t read a Honeybun story yet you are missing out on some excellent entertainment because between these pages and this books predecessors you will find romance and adventure, family and familiarity, laughter and solemnity and above all an abundance of love!”
~ Venus Cahill Reviews

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Honeybun on the Run – Heart Rending Romantic Suspense!

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She’s fighting to protect everything she cares about. He can’t resist a damsel in distress. But he has no idea how high the cost will be if they fail.

Clovis Honeybun is working undercover to catch an assassin targeting his uncle, Senator Brick Honeybun. But his search is waylaid when he spots a pretty woman being mistreated by a guy who looks a lot like his target. Going rogue on a dangerous hunch, Clovis plunges down a trail that might be the right direction but the wrong bad guy. Ultimately, Clovis discovers he could have to choose between saving the woman burrowing her way into his heart, or a man he’s loved and respected since he was old enough to crawl.

 

5 Stars: “This story is full of twists and turns, and just when you think you have it all figured out, you realize that you’re merely scratching the surface. But, underneath it all, is a budding romance and a man who is stubborn enough to do what needs to be done, to do what’s right for the woman he loves and the child she’s fighting to protect, even if it costs him everything.”  Zarelle Shaw, Reviewer

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They crouched behind a spiky plant at the edge of the woods, perched on the precipice of a rocky incline that led down to the ditch running alongside the highway. The chipped and sagging façade of the small mechanic’s shop across the highway was still—the windows dark. The Open sign hanging in the largest window was turned off.

A variety of rusted and battered vehicles adorned the broken asphalt lot. Many of them appeared to have been used for parts, missing doors, bumpers and even wheels.

Clovis eyed the building carefully, warning bells jangling in his head.

“The van isn’t there.” Emma started to stand. “Let’s go find a phone.”

Clovis grasped her wrist. “Something doesn’t feel right.”

She frowned, obviously losing patience with his hesitation. “We’ve been watching the place for an hour, Honeybun. There’s been no movement. The blue van isn’t here. It’s clear.” She wrenched her wrist away from him and stood, brushing her hands on the butt of her jeans. “I’m going in.”

Clovis stood too. “That’s the thing. The shop shouldn’t be closed already. It can’t be later than two or three.”

Emma shook her head and unzipped one of the go bags they’d taken from the Crown Vic, pulling the .38 from its depths and checking the chamber. “Maybe the owner had to pick a kid up from school or something.” She threw him a look. “Coming?”

She started down the rocky incline, choosing her way carefully.

Clovis swore softly and stood, looking one last time across the highway. The sun slid out from behind a cloud and skimmed across the darkened windows of the building, making it look for just a beat as if something had moved.

Clovis rummaged through the second bag and extracted the trusty sap. The weighted leather bludgeon came in handy when deadly force wasn’t the option of choice.

He dug deeper but there were no other weapons. Clovis shoved the bag away and started after Emma, his instincts still screaming that they were heading into a trap.

He caught up with her near the bottom of the incline. She’d stuffed the .38 into the waistband of her jeans so she could climb down the slope more easily. He noticed because she was bent over, the creamy brown skin of her lower back showing between her shirt and the low-slung jeans. It wasn’t until he came up on her, though, that he saw why she was doubled over.

Her hand pressed the freshly opened wound on her thigh, her pretty face contorted with pain. Fresh blood saturated the torn denim around her wound.

“Dammit, Emma.”

She turned away from him when he tried to look at her leg, scrubbing her bloody hand over her jeans. “I’m okay. It’s fine.” Her brow glistened under a sheen of sweat and her face had paled.

She wasn’t okay at all. Clovis knew the wound had to be very painful and infection was a constant concern. “It’s not fine.”

Emma’s eyes narrowed in the first sign of anger and Clovis realized he was yelling. He took a deep breath, scrubbing a hand over his face. She needed to get to a hospital but there was no point yelling at her. They just had to find a phone. “Okay. Let’s get into that building and find a phone. The sooner we get hold of my brothers the sooner we can get that wound taken care of.”

She dragged her arm over her forehead, nodding. Emma’s leg buckled when she started walking and she yelped, biting her bottom lip.

Clovis caught her before she hit the ground, wrapping an arm around her waist for support. “Lean on me. We’ll take it slow.” They started across the highway, Clovis’s gaze darting in both directions and forward, to the building looming before them.

As if things weren’t squiggy enough. They were sitting ducks on the open roadway. With trouble potentially bearing down on them from any one of several directions. Clovis moved them along as quickly as he could, to the point where he was nearly carrying her by the time they stepped onto the weed-infested parking lot.

They moved quickly to the door, stepping to the side as Clovis tried the handle. It opened. He looked at Emma and she grabbed the .38, holding it in two hands in front of her, pointed upward. “Stay behind me.”

Clovis frowned, but before he could argue she was through the door. He plunged through after her, his gaze sliding around the empty office as she checked behind the chipped counter and peered through an open doorway at the back.

“Clear,” she whispered.

Clovis jerked his head toward the cloudy glass door separating the office from the garage. She moved toward him as he pushed the door open, clutching the sap in his hand. The smell of oil and gas hit them as they moved through the door.

A weak light filtered through the long windows that bisected the overhead door and died about ten feet from the door.

Emma quickly skimmed sideways, along the wall, so she wasn’t backlit by the natural light of the office. Clovis followed.

They stilled, listening for movement in the dimly lit garage. Several large shapes filled the space, some of them, judging by the open hoods and the pale tarps blanketing them, were obviously in the midst of engine repair.

Emma lowered the .38. “The place is empty. I’m going to go find a phone.”

Clovis nodded, feeling his way along the wall for a light switch. He didn’t know why, but his instincts were still screaming at him that something wasn’t right.

He found the switch and flipped it, hearing the pop and crackle of elderly fluorescent bulbs groaning to life. Clovis turned, his gaze scanning the large, tidy space and stopped, his heart kicking up with surprise.

The blue van was parked before the garage doors, a tarp thrown haphazardly over its roof. The ruse wasn’t meant to hold up under careful scrutiny, but it served well to throw them off momentarily.

He turned toward the office, “Emma!”

 

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Sam Cheever Bio PicUSA Today Bestselling Author Sam Cheever writes romantic paranormal/fantasy and mystery/suspense, creating stories that celebrate the joy of love in all its forms. Known for writing great characters, snappy dialogue, and unique and exhilarating stories, Sam is the award-winning author of 50+ books and has been writing for over a decade under several noms de plume.

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Honeybun on the Run – Romance on the Run!

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She’s fighting to protect everything she cares about. He can’t resist a damsel in distress. But he has no idea how high the cost will be if they fail.

Clovis Honeybun is working undercover to catch an assassin targeting his uncle, Senator Brick Honeybun. But his search is waylaid when he spots a pretty woman being mistreated by a guy who looks a lot like his target. Going rogue on a dangerous hunch, Clovis plunges down a trail that might be the right direction but the wrong bad guy. Ultimately, Clovis discovers he could have to choose between saving the woman burrowing her way into his heart, or a man he’s loved and respected since he was old enough to crawl.

 

5 Stars: “Sam Cheever has done it again! She continues to outdo herself with the Honeybun hotties. She is the only woman who can make me go head over heels for a redheaded man! Truth be told every time I read one of her Honeybun stories I’m a little nervous and I feel I put too much pressure on her. I have set up such high expectations for this author but with every book she releases she not only meets my expectations she exceeds them. If you haven’t read a Honeybun story yet you are missing out on some excellent entertainment because between these pages and this books predecessors you will find romance and adventure, family and familiarity, laughter and solemnity and above all an abundance of love!” Venus Cahill Reviews

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Hoping to pull his mind from thoughts of a naked Emma, he reached out and tugged the drapes open a couple of inches, giving himself a narrow strip through which he could keep an eye on the sidewalk.

He was still staring out the window, his mind swirling with lustful thoughts, when the bathroom door opened and Emma came out.

Clovis sucked air as he turned and found her wrapped only in a small white towel.

She blushed. “I…” She bit her lush bottom lip, seemingly unnerved beneath his stark, hungry stare. “I had to wash out my clothes and I couldn’t bear the thought of putting them back on wet.”

Clovis’s gaze locked desperately onto her face, terrified if he let it wander he’d fixate on her nicely rounded breasts and slender thighs like some kind of sexual predator. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to speak. “I brought dinner.”

Her gaze slid to the collection of foil bags and cans on the table. “A veritable bounty of vitamins and minerals.”

Clovis shrugged, desperately clutching his soda can until it crumpled between his fingers. “There are probably some minerals in the can. You could lick that…”

Her eyes widened and heat flared in his cheeks as his joke went awry. “I, ah.” Clovis shrugged. “It’s not much but it will keep us going for a while.”

She grinned. “I’m starving. Thanks for this.” Emma grabbed a package of peanut butter crackers and a bag of trail mix. She put her hand on the can of club soda and lifted a well-trimmed black brow in question.

“It’s yours,” Clovis responded.

“Thanks.” She turned and headed toward the double bed nearest the back wall. Clovis couldn’t stop himself from watching her tread lightly away, her pert little backside swaying enticingly.

He shifted in his chair, intensely uncomfortable.

She dropped her goodies onto the bedspread and slipped under the covers. Tucking the blanket up under her armpits, Emma ripped the crackers open and bit into one, her tongue coming out to sweep across her bee-stung lips.

Clovis surged out of his chair and strode toward the bathroom. He didn’t stop when she called his name, closing himself into the still-steamy room and unnecessarily locking the door.

Closing his eyes, he leaned against the door, taking deep breaths. The moist room smelled like flowers and clean woman. He tried not to picture her naked beneath the sheets. But the harder he tried, the more his traitorous mind framed the picture, giving it the most exquisite detail. He opened his eyes and turned toward the shower, impatient for the relief a cold shower would give him.

His gaze fell on a silky triangle of orange and yellow satin hanging over the shower bar. The tiny panties had a bright, yellow bow at the top, centered on a filmy strip of lace. “Good lord,” he muttered, scrubbing a hand over his face.

Next to the panties was a matching bra whose cups were cut low and comprised mostly of lace.

Her nipples would show right through that lace.

With a desperate groan, Clovis wrenched the shower curtain back and turned on the water. Weighting the temperature heavily toward cold, he decided it was going to be a long and painful night.

 

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Honeybun on the Run – A Roller Coaster Romance Thriller!

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She’s fighting to protect everything she cares about. He can’t resist a damsel in distress. But he has no idea how high the cost will be if they fail.

Clovis Honeybun is working undercover to catch an assassin targeting his uncle, Senator Brick Honeybun. But his search is waylaid when he spots a pretty woman being mistreated by a guy who looks a lot like his target. Going rogue on a dangerous hunch, Clovis plunges down a trail that might be the right direction but the wrong bad guy. Ultimately, Clovis discovers he could have to choose between saving the woman burrowing her way into his heart, or a man he’s loved and respected since he was old enough to crawl.

 

5 Stars: “This story is full of twists and turns, and just when you think you have it all figured out, you realize that you’re merely scratching the surface. But, underneath it all, is a budding romance and a man who is stubborn enough to do what needs to be done, to do what’s right for the woman he loves and the child she’s fighting to protect, even if it costs him everything.”  Zarelle Shaw, Reviewer

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She was turning from the mirror, one finger poised over the faint arcs of weariness under her brown eyes. Her eyes widened when she saw him. “What the hell?”

Clovis leaned back against the door and crossed his arms over his chest, fixing her with his Drill Sergeant look. The one that made new recruits quake in their boots. “Why did your boyfriend hit me over the head?”

She blinked in surprise and then seemed to gather herself enough to frown. “You followed us all day just to ask me that question?”

Clovis let his gaze slip over her, assessing her petite, disheveled but admittedly enticing form. She fidgeted under his perusal, her frown deepening. Finally, when he figured he’d gotten her attention he shook his head. “Who is he?”

The woman’s lips tightened and a muscle in her delicate throat jumped. His question had unnerved her. “That’s none of your concern.” She started past him, her hand reaching for the handle of the door.

Clovis half turned, his hand covering hers. “When someone hits me over the head I make it my business to find out about him.”

She jerked her hand as if he’d burned it, rubbing it with the other hand. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Shawn didn’t hit you over the head.”

Clovis lifted his eyebrows. “Shawn huh? Does Shawn have a last name?”

Her lush lips twisted slightly and she looked away. She appeared to be angry at herself for giving him the name.

Clovis wondered why. “I’m not going to hurt him. But I think he might be dangerous. You shouldn’t be with him if he’s who I think he is.”

She laughed but the sound held no mirth. “You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

It was Clovis’s turn to get mad. He reached for her and she reacted. Quick as a wink she twisted his arm behind his back and slammed him up against the door, his legs spread wide and her small body pressed against him to keep him from regaining his balance. Cool metal pressed against his temple and Clovis smelled gunpowder.

He was a damn fool.

Clovis expelled a frustrated breath. “It was you who hit me.”

The gun jammed harder against his skull. “It was either that or kill you. I prefer not to kill innocent bystanders if I can avoid it. However annoying they are,” she murmured.

“Okay, let me rephrase my question. Why did you hit me?”

The woman leaned close, her delectable lips brushing his ear as she spoke in a harsh whisper. “Who sent you?”

Clovis frowned. “Sent me? Nobody.”

The gun pressed harder. “Don’t lie to me, dammit!”

The muzzle of the gun pressed against the goose-egg from where she’d pistol-whipped him earlier, and pain sliced his skull. Clovis braced himself against the sharp pain. “You gonna hit me again?”

“You weren’t at that bus station by mistake.”

“No. I wasn’t.”

“Why are you following us?”

Her question told Clovis more than she probably intended. He decided he’d had enough of answering her questions. She needed to answer a couple of his. “Look, I…” he shoved against the wall with his free arm and swung around, smashing her against the door hard enough for her to let go of his arm. Spinning, he grabbed her .38 and stuffed it into the small of his back, alongside Dael’s small pistol. He grabbed her hands and pressed close, his much bigger body crowding hers against the door.

She struggled against him, panic filling her pretty eyes as she realized she couldn’t move. “Get off me!”

“Where’s the gun you took from me?”

She wriggled harder. “I threw it out.”

Clovis’s jaw tightened with temper. That had been his favorite Glock.

The woman continued to twist against him, despite the fact that he had her well and truly pinned. She was small but soft in all the right places and her squirming was having an effect on Clovis that neither one of them wanted to deal with in that moment. “If I were you, I’d stop moving like that.”

She squirmed again and then stopped, her pretty gaze widening. “Please let me go.”

Her husky plea nearly undid him, but it was the tears shimmering in her eyes that had him stepping back. “I don’t want to hurt you. I only want to know what the deal is with the kid.”

“Why can’t you just leave us alone?”

“Because I think he might be involved in an assassination attempt and I need to take him back to Indy.”

She stared at him for a minute and then did the strangest thing. She laughed. A genuine, breath stealing laugh that had her holding her stomach.

Clovis stepped back, crossed his arms over his chest, and arched a brow. “That’s funny, huh?”

She sucked in a breath and wiped a tear from her cheek, fighting to regain her composure. “If you knew that little asshat…” And she was off again, her amusement so consuming that Clovis found his lips twitching before he could stop himself. “Okay. I’m guessing this is your way of telling me Shawn isn’t the assassinatin’ type?”

His comment made her laugh harder, until she finally slid down the door to sit on the floor, holding her stomach as she succumbed to nearly hysterical laughter.

Clovis surmised that she was overtired and stressed. The laughter was a reaction to that stress, as uncontrollable as tears in that moment. He crouched down and grabbed one of her hands. She looked at him and hiccupped once before bursting into tears.

Clovis swore quietly. Not the damn tears. He skimmed a hand over her face, brushing the damp silk of her hair from her cheek. “Don’t do that now. Whatever this is I’ll help.”

She sniffed and laughed, shaking her head. “No, you won’t.”

Clovis cocked his head. “Why won’t you take my help? It’s obvious you need it.”

She dropped her head into her hands and sniffed, her small hands shaking. “I have to do this alone.”

Clovis frowned. The situation was becoming more interesting by the moment. “Is somebody threatening you?”

Her head snapped up and she skimmed the heels of her hands over her face, drying it. “It’s really none of your business.” She pushed herself to her feet and dragged a hand through the sexy twirls of hair. “Please just leave us alone. Shawn isn’t dangerous. He’s stupid and obnoxious and spoiled rotten.” She dragged a hand over her nose. “But he isn’t your guy. I can promise you that.” She grabbed the handle of the door and pulled.

It opened a few inches and stopped as Clovis placed his hand on it. “What’s your name?”

 

 

The question, so softly spoken, drove into her like a spike. She fought her awareness of him…struggled against his pull. He didn’t feel dangerous. He felt like…warmth and love and… Emma shook her head. She knew she couldn’t trust him. People’s lives depended on her not trusting anybody. Especially a stranger. But, though he was huge and obviously dangerous, he’d tried so hard to be gentle with her, even after learning she’d attacked him.

Emma expelled a breath. “Please?”

“Just a name. Then I’ll let you go.”

She breathed deeply, her chest stuttering in the aftermath of her tears. Licking her lips, she turned and looked up into his kind, blue-gray eyes. There was nothing there to make her afraid. No hostility. No cold threat. Nothing she’d grown accustomed to seeing everywhere she looked.

He held himself perfectly still, as if he were afraid of startling her. He obviously didn’t mean her harm.

Still… She reached her hand between them. “I need my gun back.”

To her shock, he reached behind his back and pulled it free. But when she reached for it he held it just beyond her reach.

“Your name.”

She sniffed. “Emma Banks.” She bit her lip, berating herself for telling him her real name.

He held her gaze for a long moment as if he could see beyond it into her soul and determine if she was lying. “It’s my real name.”

Finally he nodded. “I’m Clovis Honeybun. He handed her the .38 and there was a card pinched between the gun and his warm fingers. “If you need help. Anytime. Anywhere. Call me.”

Sniffling, Emma pulled the gun from his hand. She pulled the door open and started out, then stopped, looking up at him. “It was nice to meet you, Clovis Honeybun.” She stepped through the door.

“Emma Banks.”

She stopped, turned back to him with a frown.

He held her purse over two strong fingers. “Don’t forget this.”

She reached out and took it from him. Her fingers touched his and awareness flared from the touch. Heat spiraled in her belly and lower, tightening between her thighs.

“Take care, Emma.”

She didn’t respond, didn’t look back. She hurried away from him like the hounds of hell were nipping at her heels.

Given the task she had ahead of her Clovis Honeybun might as well be a hell hound. His presence in her life had the potential to wreak every bit as much havoc.

And get someone she loved very much killed.

 

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Chasing Eros – Eros Uncensored – Rollicking Paranormal Romance

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“A total Hum-Dinger!!! Captivating characters, sexy men, twists and turns, GREAT SEX!!! and an ending that will bring a smile to your face. A MUST read for all who love mythology. *SNAPS* Sam, rest assured that my eyes will be peeled for your name for many years to come :)”
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The Chasing Eros box set includes three books featuring Cupids, the Gods of Love, and their struggle against their own weaknesses and magical interference to find love. Chasing Eros is set in a magical world that navigates between modern day Earth and golden Olympus–City of the Gods.

 

Book 3: Eros Uncensored (Formerly Nocked Senseless)

He might have been high on Brimstone when he met her. But he wasn’t too drugged to recognize a good thing when she stuck a knife under his chin!

Hermes figured he had no future, so he gave up, wasting his days inhaling Brimstone in a Succubi House on Olympus. Cursed from birth, Nidras knew her future was sketchy at best. But the last thing she intended to do was give up. She thought she had to fight the curse alone, but she never counted on a drug muddled Cupid setting his sights on her and gumming up the works. Especially one as sexy and fun as Hermes. So what if he didn’t have the first clue how to protect himself in her dangerous world? It didn’t stop him from trying!

“With such vivid imagery, totally hot men, keep you on your toes action and sex that will burn up the sheets, this title is not one that you want to miss.” ~ Seriously Reviewed

Inside the castle, we kept to the walls and shadows down a maze of long, stone hallways. My inner compass told me we were heading toward the back of the palace, deep into its ugly, stone bowels. The air was cold, damp and smelled like mildew. The stone walls we scraped against were covered in green slime. The floor was slick with the same green stain.

My curly toed shoes didn’t have much traction against the slime. It was all I could do to stay upright.

The only light in the halls came from the occasional torch, sending smelly, black oil smoke into the air to mix with the mildew.

All around us the skitter of little critter feet danced across the stone floor. Probably rats.

“I like what he’s done with the place.”

“Shh!”

I lowered my voice. “This place is like a bad cliché.”

She glared at me but didn’t respond.

We climbed several sets of stone stairs and emerged into a larger, slightly better lit area. The large, wooden door opposite the stairwell was guarded.

I looked at Nidras and sneered.

The two gremlins were about three feet tall. They had soft, dark brown fur covering their bodies and a lighter, golden fur on their faces.

Their brown eyes were enormous and soft, giving them a decidedly squeezable look.

Nidras shook her head and stepped out, knives in hand.

The gremlins blinked once, twice and then were suddenly airborne. They hit us in a wash of fur and froth, their tiny little fur faces transformed in the blink of an eye into gaping maws filled with razor sharp teeth.

My rabid teddy bear clamped its teeth over the forearm I’d instinctively thrown up to protect my face and worked it with surprising strength. I swung my arm hard in an attempt to dislodge it but the thing held on, its teeth ripping through skin, muscle and even bone as I tried to shake it off me.

In my panic I momentarily forgot to use my sword.

Nidras had flung her gremlin to the ground and was plunging a knife into its tiny chest. I couldn’t get my teddy bear off me.

Finally, in desperation, I grabbed my sword and pulled it free with my left hand, arcing it through the air toward the furry little body.

The gremlin swung its back legs up and wrapped them around my arm, making itself too small a target for me to reach with my sword. Unless I wanted to lop my own arm off.

Pain radiated from my torn and bleeding arm. I was pretty sure I’d have a big scar.

I looked up and saw Nidras standing with her arms crossed, one dark eyebrow lifted in a definite “I told you so” expression. Her knives were back in their sheaths.

“You could help me here.”

She shrugged. “It’s just an oversized teddy bear.”

Okay, I probably deserved that.

I swung around and slammed the gremlin up against the wall. My elbow screamed from the impact but the thing stopped chewing on my arm and blinked. I slammed it a second and then third time, finally managing to drop it to the ground at my feet.

Blood ran from my arm as I jammed my sword into the gremlin’s chest, finishing it off.

I motioned toward the door. “After you.”

Nidras’ face softened as she looked at my torn arm. “Let me heal that for you.”

I shook my head. “I’m wearing it as a reminder that I’m an ass.”

Her perfect, peach-tinted lips tipped up slightly at the corners. “How about if I heal it and just keep telling you you’re an ass?” When I still hesitated she offered, “I can leave a scar to remind you.”

I thought about this for a minute. My hand was already going numb and I figured it would be hard to use my sword soon. “Okay.”

“Watch the door while I work.” Nidras placed exquisitely soft hands over my forearm and closed her eyes.

Energy and light flooded the area around and under her hands and I gasped as intense heat infused tender, torn flesh. Gritting my teeth against the pain, I kept one eye on the door as pain seared up my arm and made my pulse pound in my temples.

Finally the pain and heat slid away and Nidras stepped back.

I looked at my arm. “There’s no scar.”

She shrugged, pulling her knives. “So I lied. I’m pretty sure you’ll have lots more reminders that you’re an ass.”

“Demon woman.”

 

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Chasing Eros – Eros Unchecked – Rip-Roaring Paranormal Romance

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“A total Hum-Dinger!!! Captivating characters, sexy men, twists and turns, GREAT SEX!!! and an ending that will bring a smile to your face. A MUST read for all who love mythology. *SNAPS* Sam, rest assured that my eyes will be peeled for your name for many years to come :)”
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Book 2: Eros Unchecked (Formerly Nocked Asunder)

Love can grow amid monsters and misunderstandings. If only she has the strength to grasp it. 

Athena Googlios’ new client is everything she thinks she wants in a lover. But Damian Leandar is a man of dangerous secrets and complex problems. Tormented by mythological beasts and struggling with her own innate prejudice…Athena is in danger of letting her perfect man slip away. Just as she realizes how much she wants him to stay.

“A total Hum-Dinger!!! Captivating characters, sexy men, twists and turns, GREAT SEX!!! and an ending that will bring a smile to your face. A MUST read for all who love mythology. *SNAPS* Sam, rest assured that my eyes will be peeled for your name for many years to come :)”
~ Seriously Reviewed

 

A heavy weight pressed me deeply into my soft bed. Strong, warm hands slid across my belly and northward, gliding over the eager peaks of my breasts and giving each happy nipple a little tug.

In response, hot liquid flowed from between my legs and my body tightened with need.

The slightly calloused fingers were replaced by moist heat and I moaned, arching my back to drive the painful peaks of my nipples into the warm cave of an invading mouth. Soft lips trailed from my breasts downward, creating a tingling trail toward the place where I throbbed with need.

The fingers slipped down my sides, toward my hips, and slid over my hip bones, into the crease between my thighs and my hips. They swirled against my skin, creating sensuous circles on the tender flesh of my inner thighs. I sighed and tried to pull my legs apart, but they seemed to be weighted in place by a heavy body.

A hot tongue laved my belly, causing my skin to quiver happily under its attention. The tongue rimmed my belly button and I shivered, eager for more.

I plunged my fingers into thick, silky strands of hair and encouraged the invading head downward with gentle pressure from my fingertips.

As the weight on them shifted, my legs spread wide and warm breath centered over the throbbing bud of my clitoris.

The head lowered.

A hot tongue flicked out.

Cream ran in a soft trickle from my pussy.

The hard, slightly rough hands slid beneath my buttocks, lifting my hips toward heaven.

I whimpered, frantic to feel the warm, wet, tug and pull of talented lips on that painfully expectant bud.

I waited, holding my breath.

Thick fingers slid into me. My thighs spread even wider in expectation.

Attentive lips lowered onto my throbbing clitoris, enveloping the sensitive bud in moist heat. The phantom lips and tongue pulled gently on the expectant nub. I arched my back and sucked air into my starving lungs.

Long, thick fingers plunged deeply into my heated channel, and then skimmed slowly back out. With every sensual stroke, the lightly callused fingers created toe-curling friction on the tender skin inside my body.

Feelings of pure contentment spiraled through me, my skin warming and my limbs growing soft with pleasure.

My pussy clenched under the tender ministrations of the ghostly lips, drenching the probing fingers in warm cream.

My pleasure built, spiraling through my pussy and shooting outward to pull my limbs into rigid expectation.

Release called to me, waiting just beyond the next stroke of a thick, strong finger, or the next pull of firm lips against my clitoris.

My face heated with expectation, my breasts swelled, and I arched my back as the wave started to break over me.

Then, just as I prepared to meet sensual divinity…pain cut through me like jagged glass.

I gasped and sat upright in my bed, panting from the close call of a truly hot dream and found myself face to face with a horrible thing.

A gorgon, in full gorgon mode, breathing its horrible stench over my face and driving a single, curved metal claw into the soft flesh beneath my chin.

 

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Chasing Eros – Eros Unbridled – Sizzling Paranormal Romance

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“A total Hum-Dinger!!! Captivating characters, sexy men, twists and turns, GREAT SEX!!! and an ending that will bring a smile to your face. A MUST read for all who love mythology. *SNAPS* Sam, rest assured that my eyes will be peeled for your name for many years to come :)”
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The Chasing Eros box set includes three books featuring Cupids, the Gods of Love, and their struggle against their own weaknesses and magical interference to find love. Chasing Eros is set in a magical world that navigates between modern day Earth and golden Olympus–City of the Gods.

 

Book 1: Eros Unbridled (Formerly Nocked Over)

In the battle for true love, sometimes those who aren’t willing to fight sustain the most damage.

Like generations of Cupids before her, Daphne Charissa is doomed to a long and loveless life. Tall, smart and sexy, Bion Chronos is everything she’s ever wanted in a man…and nothing she can ever have. The Fates have decreed that none of the Cupid race will ever know lifelong love. But love has a funny way of testing fate, and the power of a woman’s tears should never be underestimated.

5 Hearts! “…a book that literally rocks with fun and eroticism. This is one of many of this author’s tales that turn a fact of life we can relate to into a book we’ll find hard to put down.” ~ Dee Dailey, The Romance Studio

 

I knew without looking up that he was standing there, staring at me. I studiously ignored him. He didn’t speak.

It wasn’t the first time I’d gotten the impression he knew that I was able to sense his presence, even when I pretended that I couldn’t.

I turned finally, unable to resist, and sucked in a breath before I could stop myself.

Bion Chronos was not a god but he should have been.

His long body leaned against the doorframe with a muscular grace that was inborn and unconscious rather than studied. One shoulder, amazingly broad, leaned casually against the polished wood and his long arms crossed his chest, bulging a bit under the tight white shirt he wore. The shirt was unbuttoned at the top, showing soft, dark curls across a broad chest and had been left untucked. His ridiculously long legs were crossed too and were encased in tight jeans. One scuffed brown boot was tucked over the other on the shiny cherry floor of my office.

My eyes caressed the entire picture, from the top of his head, covered in silky black hair that was cut short to frame a strong face, down the long length of him, to the heavy boots. Then, against my will, my gaze started back up, lingering a bit too long somewhere in the middle, where the jeans did some really nice things just under the loose tails of the shirt.

I licked my lips and forced myself to look at his face, which wasn’t exactly a hardship. His eyes were a dark, gray-green, surrounded by thick, black lashes. His jaw was strong and square, with a permanent dark stubble that he couldn’t seem to stay ahead of with his razor. His chin had a large dimple in the middle that I wanted to stick my tongue into.

His skin was a dark and probably natural golden brown.

I did a mental head shake and blinked, realizing how far I’d fallen beyond my professional and self-imposed restrictions. Gulping audibly, I focused my gaze on his gorgeous eyes.

He had the longest, thickest lashes I’d ever seen.

“Hello, Daphne.” His voice was husky and deeper than an exploratory well in the Sahara.

I gulped again. “Mr. Chronos.”

He shook his dark head and pushed himself away from the doorframe. He didn’t exactly walk toward me. It was more like he sauntered across the room, the casualness of the movement not hiding the firm purpose in his steps. He stopped in front of my desk and placed both hands on its cluttered surface. Leaning toward me over the desk, his full lips slightly open, Bion gave me a slow smile. “I must insist you call me Bion.”

His cologne swamped me in masculine musk, urging me into its sphere like a vampire’s call. I felt my eyes widen. I wasn’t entirely sure that the aroma came from a bottle. I suspected it was his own personal scent. Pure male pheromones.

I jumped to my feet in self-defense and pushed my chair back a bit frantically, catching my foot on a slightly ajar drawer and nicking my soft, black leather boot.

“Damn!” I muttered. They were my favorite pair of boots.

He lifted his hands from the surface of my desk and lowered himself into the chair that had previously contained Dema Pence. His eyes tracked me carefully as I moved around my office, pretending to shut it down for the night.

I was really just stalling for time. Trying to figure out how I could get out of the appointment.

When I ran out of things to do I turned to him and forced a smile. “I guess I’m ready.”

He gave me a slow grin that melted the ligaments in my knees. “And you’re obviously thrilled.”

I smiled. I couldn’t help it. Shrugging, I grabbed my purse and headed toward the door. He fell in behind me, placing his hand in the small of my back.

My skin tingled deliciously under his hand.

“I am. I love my job, Mr…”

“Uh uh uh.” He shook a long finger at me. The nail on the end was clean, square and nicely trimmed.

To my embarrassment my cheeks heated in a blush. “Bion.”

“Generally I feel sorry for workaholics, Daphne. But in your case I’m pleased that your work forces you to spend time with me.”

I did a mental head shake, deciding that Mr. Chronos and I would need to have an understanding. Obviously he wasn’t up on the whole, untouchable Cupid thing. Not that I could tell him I was a Cupid. Humans didn’t know, nor would they believe if they knew, about my race.

It was just better for everyone if we kept a low profile.

But occasionally a human tried to breach the unspoken laws governing our two races. That would be fine except that, ultimately, they always rejected us for reasons that even they didn’t fathom.

It had been declared by the gods. Cupids could not enjoy long-lasting love.

An unbreakable rule.

Yet, as Bion Chronos carefully handed me into his small, black sports car and leaned over me unnecessarily to click my seatbelt closed, I inhaled his wonderful musk and wished it wasn’t so.

For about the hundredth time since he’d walked into my life.

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Chasing Eros – Not 1 but 3 Fun and Sexy Paranormal Books!

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“A total Hum-Dinger!!! Captivating characters, sexy men, twists and turns, GREAT SEX!!! and an ending that will bring a smile to your face. A MUST read for all who love mythology. *SNAPS* Sam, rest assured that my eyes will be peeled for your name for many years to come :)”
~ Seriously Reviewed

The Chasing Eros box set includes three books featuring Cupids, the Gods of Love, and their struggle against their own weaknesses and magical interference to find love. Chasing Eros is set in a magical world that navigates between modern day Earth and golden Olympus–City of the Gods.

 

Book 1: Eros Unbridled (Formerly Nocked Over)

In the battle for true love, sometimes those who aren’t willing to fight sustain the most damage.

Like generations of Cupids before her, Daphne Charissa is doomed to a long and loveless life. Tall, smart and sexy, Bion Chronos is everything she’s ever wanted in a man…and nothing she can ever have. The Fates have decreed that none of the Cupid race will ever know lifelong love. But love has a funny way of testing fate, and the power of a woman’s tears should never be underestimated.

5 Hearts! “…a book that literally rocks with fun and eroticism. This is one of many of this author’s tales that turn a fact of life we can relate to into a book we’ll find hard to put down.” ~ Dee Dailey, The Romance Studio

 

Book 2: Eros Unchecked (Formerly Nocked Asunder)

Love can grow amid monsters and misunderstandings. If only she has the strength to grasp it. 

Athena Googlios’ new client is everything she thinks she wants in a lover. But Damian Leandar is a man of dangerous secrets and complex problems. Tormented by mythological beasts and struggling with her own innate prejudice…Athena is in danger of letting her perfect man slip away. Just as she realizes how much she wants him to stay.

“There is only one thing I can say about this book………FANTABULOSO!!!!!!!! I just couldn’t put it down. I can’t wait to read it again…..and again….and again….and..yeah okay, you get the idea…” ~Seriously Reviewed

 

Book 3: Eros Uncensored (Formerly Nocked Senseless)

He might have been high on Brimstone when he met her. But he wasn’t too drugged to recognize a good thing when she stuck a knife under his chin!

Hermes figured he had no future, so he gave up, wasting his days inhaling Brimstone in a Succubi House on Olympus. Cursed from birth, Nidras knew her future was sketchy at best. But the last thing she intended to do was give up. She thought she had to fight the curse alone, but she never counted on a drug muddled Cupid setting his sights on her and gumming up the works. Especially one as sexy and fun as Hermes. So what if he didn’t have the first clue how to protect himself in her dangerous world? It didn’t stop him from trying!

“With such vivid imagery, totally hot men, keep you on your toes action and sex that will burn up the sheets, this title is not one that you want to miss.” ~ Seriously Reviewed

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Fire-Blowing Excerpt 5 B.J. McCall

It’s August. It’s hot in California– Just the way dragons like it. Today, I’ll be posting fire-blowing excerpts from my Dragonfire series. This excerpt is from Covenant, the fourth book in the series.

Signing off. Good Night.

BJ

She’s got seduction in mind. One night. Her way.

Thanks to a mysterious covenant, Byrne Tregaron and Livia Hazac will be bonded for life. Livia is getting the mate of her dreams, a dragon who doesn’t know she exists.

Byrne is getting a mate he doesn’t want, but he can’t break the covenant without shaming his clan. Byrne is spending his last night as an unmated dragon his way, a blowout last-hours-of-freedom party.

Livia is aware that Byrne doesn’t want a Hazac for a mate and for him keeping the covenant is a matter of honor, not desire. She has one shot to capture her dragon on her terms. She attends Byrne’s party with seduction in mind.

One night. Her way.

 

 

Praise for Covenant

 “I like this world Ms. McCall has created, one with passion and desire around every corner… The characters in this one were well developed, and I enjoyed the interaction between all of them.”

– 4.5 Stars from Foxglove, Long and Short Reviews

 

“…the main characters will stay in your mind after reading the last page. There [are] also some love scenes in this book that might leave you so hot you will need either an ice cube or fan to cool your body off after reading them.”

4 Stars from Arianne, Night Owl Reviews

 

EXCERPT

 

Byrne took a deep breath, inhaling the blonde’s scent again before stuffing the silk into his pants pocket. He stepped out of his flip-flops and stripped off his clothing.

He ran toward the water and leapt into the air, a flash of green signaling his shift from man to dragon. The shifting takeoff technique perfected by his training was now second nature to Byrne.

In seconds, he was high in the sky.

Flapping his broad wings, he flew out to sea. Putting his training to work, Byrne flew in a circular pattern, broadening his search with each orbit. She was out here and he was determined to find her. On the third loop, he caught her scent floating on the breeze and roared in pleasure. He whipped his long tail and headed for his target.

His forced bonding looming over his head, Byrne would not be denied this female, this final pleasure. Her scent calling to him, his alpha dragon was on full alert.

He spotted a flash of dark amber, moonlight glinting off scales. Whipping his tail, he shot high in the sky. As she flew beneath him, Byrne matched his speed to hers.

She was a magnificent dragon, with a graceful neck, strong wingbeats and a long slender tail.

He roared.

Her head jerked up and she missed a wingbeat, slipping into a dive and falling a good twenty feet before catching wind beneath her beautiful wings.

He spewed fire and dropped down next to her. Byrne roared and showered the air with sparks. She didn’t roar back.

Byrne raised his head and pumped his wings, gaining altitude. Flying right above her, Byrne slid the tip of his tail along her flank, then along the underside of her tail. The alpha dragon flirtation was blatantly sexual.

Would she fly away or respond in kind?

 

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