Sweetest Temptation by Tracey Rogers #sexy #romance out now

Sweetest Temptation by Tracey Rogers
Sweet Delights series, book 2
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Blurb

The temperature’s rising in the Sweet Delights Bakery…

Entering the most popular baking competition on TV wasn’t shy bakery owner Vanessa Trent’s idea. Especially as she prefers to steer clear of the media attention her famous family constantly attracts. But she desperately needs the prize money.

With his future on the line, Jake Walker vows to avoid trouble, which is difficult to do when it lands in his lap…literally. Vanessa Trent is out of bounds. He knows that. But if he can’t resist her delicious cakes, how’s he supposed to resist her?

Vanessa and Jake both have secrets to hide. Combine that with a vengeful ex-husband, sabotage, and throw in a little blackmail, and soon the spotlight falls on both of them. Temperatures rise, and it’s chaos in the kitchen. Can they take the heat, or are they both about to get burned?

Content Warning: contains sensual sex and occasional strong language

 

Gripping the woman’s wrist, Jake managed to restrain her before the weapon made impact with his head again. He shoved his upper body forward and flipped them both over.

Now this was much better. Or it would be if she’d quit squirming. Not that it was a bad sensation or anything, but he was starting to enjoy this more than the situation should allow.

With one hand free, her fingers scrabbled at the side of her. When her fingers wrapped around the torch he snatched it out of reach. He grasped her wrist and yanked both of her arms over her head, holding her captive with one much larger hand than her daintier ones.

Picking up the torch, he pointed it at the large, temple-throb causing weapon. As he read the first line on the bag he snorted in disbelief. Clearly she was a novice in the weapon department.

“A confectionery product? What the hell was that meant to be—death by chocolate?”

“God no,” said the muffled, completely aghast voice from beneath her mound of hair. “I would never hit someone with chocolate.”

Okay, so maybe she wasn’t a threat to anyone at all. Jake released his grip a little.

“Chocolate is way too expensive to waste,” she continued. “I hit you with a catering pack of marzipan.”

He tightened his hold again. With her still wrestling beneath him, he decided out of fear for his man parts, it was time for some answers. Reaching out with his free hand, he brushed the silky strands from her face. She bucked beneath him like a stray cat fighting for freedom. At first he thought she was furious, but then he gazed into her green eyes and saw fear.

Although he took his work seriously—hell, sometimes caution had kept him alive—no way was he a monster. Waiting for her movements to abate he lifted his chest. In one smooth movement he traded position and surrounded her hips with his legs, trying to take away the intimate contact steering him from sound judgement, yet still stifling her leg movements with the grip of his thighs. Resting more on his knees than pressing his full weight into her, the increased gap between them gave him the perfect opportunity for another perusal of her small frame.

With her arms upstretched, her small breasts raised higher with each dragged in breath. Her shirt, trapped beneath his knees, pulled taut and had lifted to reveal her scarlet knickers and a hint of smooth, pale skin peeking above. He blinked. Maybe the glorious sight was a figment of his imagination due to his recent lack of female companionship? His gaze drew to her parted lips, open to allow the release of expended energy from her lungs. The fullness of her bottom lip was so damned tempting.

“Anytime you want to get the hell off me—please feel free.”

Her sarcasm cut through his momentary lapse. One more second and he’d have been tasting her mouth.

“Tell me who you are, and why the hell you think you have a right to be on private property, and maybe I will.” Just maybe.

With her fingers clenching beneath his palm, he felt the spike of her pulse at the pad of his thumb.

Me tell you?” She blinked several times before glaring at him as though he’d just sprouted bunny ears. “I live here!”

Usually found with a pen in my hand, or my head in a book, I’m a contemporary romance author who also thinks fangs and wings are a very attractive accessory.

A devourer of books from an early age, imagination was my best discovery. I spent much of my childhood stepping into wardrobes, searching for that magical snowy world where conversing with animals would be expected. When I wasn’t searching for those worlds, I wrote about them instead. My first step into the world of romance was when I stole sneak peeks into my nana’s books. I’m still in that world and I refuse to leave.

I live in Staffordshire, UK, with my husband and three wonderful children. An avid reader and writer of romance, I strongly believe that words make the world go around. I like nothing more than to be swept away by the words on a page. I hope I can sweep you away too.

You can find Tracey here…

 

#Sexy #Fantasy #Romance Rise of the Lost Prince @LSJRomance @EvernightPub

Rise of the Lost Prince by +London Saint James 
Series: Lost Boys,  book 1
Genre: Erotic, paranormal, fantasy, naughty fairy tale
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Listening Length: 5 hours and 1 minute
Program Type: Audiobook
Version: Unabridged
Narrator: John Thrust
Audible.com Release Date: February 26, 2015

They fight to protect those who would never welcome them into the human world…
Petúr always knew he and his brothers-in-arms were different. Something more. Something not human. Yet, he never expected to find out the truth of their origins, nor fall for a human woman whose father was set to destroy Neverland.
Ever since she was a child, Wyndi dreamed of an angel with eyes of the purest gold, although she never really believed such a man existed until she met the hauntingly beautiful Petúr of the lost boys. 

With a prophecy to fulfill, a woman to protect, a portal to find, and evil darklings out for blood, will Petúr be strong enough to rise up and claim what’s rightfully his, or lose everything to a long-time nemesis, Grapple the Dark?

 


 

Her tongue darted out, licking her lips. Was she nervous? Well, he’d be the balm to soothe those nerves. He focused on her mouth. Those delicious lips were kiss swollen and moist, making his cock strain even more against the constraint of his pants.

“Okay,” she said in a small, breathy voice, the lids covering her blue eyes at half-mast.

He reached for the hem of the too big nightshirt covering the body he had to see, lifting until he revealed her little white panties and lacy bra covered breasts. Blood raced through his veins. He wanted to do everything with her. To her. Touch all over. Taste every inch of her. Put his fingers and cock into the tight, warm sheath he knew was awaiting him.

Take her. Hell yeah. Those two words became a chant within his mind. He wanted to take his woman in every position he could imagine and then some. His woman? Yes. Yes she was his, or would be. Slow your roll. You don’t want to scare her. He had to maintain. He couldn’t go at her like some out of control beast.

Leaning down, he kissed between the creamy mounds of her cleavage, skimmed his cheek across the apex of her right breast, watching goose bumps scatter across her flesh in a wanton invitation. Unable to stop himself from licking her, he lapped at her in one, long, lingering stroke, from the top edge of the bra, up her collarbone, only stopping because the material he’d lifted hindered his progress being bunched around her neck.

“Oh, hell,” he muttered. “You taste so good.” 

She shook, and he wanted her shakes.

“I do?”

“Yes,” he answered, feeling her warm palms slide down his biceps. Even that tantalized him. “I’m already addicted.” He went to his elbows, slid his hands under her shoulder blades, arching her up, dropped his head, grabbed the flimsy middle of her bra with his teeth, bit, and tugged, ripping it free.

“Oh!” she uttered.

Moving the material aside with his nose, he pulled back enough to see her, soaking every bit of her pink and white flesh in with his eyes, before flicking a rosebud nipple with the tip of his tongue.

“Petúr.” He reveled in the sound of his name falling from her lips, and sucked the nipple he’d been teasing into his mouth. “Mm…We should stop.” He lightly bit. Swirled his tongue around the aroused nub. “Oh…Never mind. Don’t stop,” she uttered, as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Never stop. No.” He sounded like a Neanderthal, but just then, when Wyndi pressed herself into his erection, he didn’t care.

 

London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.

As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.

Web: http://www.londonsaintjames.com
Blog: http://londonsj.blogspot.com
Twitter: http://twitter.com/LSJRomance
FB Author Page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/London-Saint-James/154331444626603
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googlecom/+LondonSaintJames
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You can also e-mail London with any questions or comments at London@londonsaintjames.com. She loves to hear from her readers.

Would you like to know more? Join her mailing list for her monthly newsletter http://eepurl.com/6P2on. Or, join her book group on Facebook, Slip Between the Pages with London https://www.facebook.com/groups/SlipBetweenthePageswithLondon/

About the Narrator John Thrust

The path that lead me to record erotic literature would make a pretty good story in itself. I may write it someday. It involves a cyber-relationship with a virginal gal whose secret goal in life was to become a full time sex slave. True Story. Her family would have NEVER guessed! I’d been recording regular “vanilla” type books prior to that, as a hobby, with an eye toward becoming a “real” voice actor. This gal pointed me to a specific book and in so doing introduced me to the world of BDSM literature (this, by the way, was right BEFORE “50 Shades of Grey” broke huge). Rather than just read the book, I recorded it. I shared it with her and with some other gals I’d met online. The response was startling to me. For the sake of modesty, I’ll spare the specific accolades. The one book led to the recording of another and then others. The feedback continued to be really, REALLY positive. So much so, that it occurred to me that this ‘erotic genre’ may be a niche I should pursue. So here I am pursuing it. I still record other books as well… but these books are the most fun *sly grin*. My background started in radio in college. I toyed with theater, did some plays – even did a short stint in Chicago’s famed Second City training program. LIFE intervened however and I got ‘a real job’ supporting computer networks in Chicago. Eventually that career ran its course and I decided it was time to do what I really WANTED to do – Voice Act. I enjoy it and I hope to help you enjoy your listening experience too.

– John

Ten Facts about Hong Kong Heat you might not know about @RavenMcAllan #Giveaway

Ten Facts about Hong Kong Heat you might not know about.

1          I got the idea when I was in Hong Kong on holiday.
2          My friend Debra chose the hero and heroine’s names.
3          I was on Facebook when a Fb friend, Maggie asked what I was doing up at that time. (It was night in the UK and early morning in Hong Kong where I was.) I said trying to find the best way from Central to Stanley, and she came back with take the MTR to Chai Wan, and told me what exit to use and what bus number to get. She’d lived in the city. What a coincidence.
4          I started writing the book in Amsterdam.
5          My Hubby and I have walked Lamma Island—without the detour!
6          The hotel is a mixture of several hotels I’ve stopped in.
7          I’ve also based the Singapore hotel on one I’ve stayed in.
8          I was determined Debra should have a hot bod toy boy—and enjoy herself.
9          The Star Ferry does have a ferry with a moustache painted on it for Movember
10        I’ve also spent many a happy day wandering around Stanley. The boob paragraph is taken form real life.

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Hong Kong Heat by +Raven McAllan
Erotic Romance, Contemporary
Debra Scotburn never thought of herself as a cougar, until she fell in lust at first sight with a much younger man.
Daniel Van Meister, a trouble-shooter for the Simply Five Star Hotel chain doesn’t do commitment, until the older, curvy, vivacious
brunette robs him off his ability to control a certain body part.
Unable to keep their hands off each other, they embark on a passion-filled holiday fling.
Surely that is all it can ever be? Daniel’s work takes him all around the world at a moment’s notice, and Debra is on the last leg of her
middle-aged-crisis induced gap year.
When misunderstandings tear them apart, can they both admit
their love and find the trust needed to make this more than just a fling?

Available for early download via Totally Bound
https://www.totallybound.com/hong-kong-heat
Out on general release on eBook and Print: March 27th

Excerpt
In one swift movement the lady pushed off the side, kissed him hard on the lips
and turned to swim away. He was too fast for her. Braam held her by the
shoulders, tread water and kissed her back.
She groaned deep into his mouth and let her tongue swirl with his. Her body floated
next to his and her breasts teased his chest. The thin lace that covered her
was no barrier to hide how her nipples stood out. Braam slid one leg between
hers and moved one hand to hold her ass and push her tight against him.
She wriggled and ground her pussy on his cock. Yet again, the few scraps of lace
she wore were negligible. Even so it took immense control not to rip them away
and have nothing between them. Instead he held her close, let her rub herself
on him and savoured the moment. Braam swam them backwards a few feet until he
could rest on a ledge a foot or so underwater and sit his lady on his knees
with her legs either side and her pussy open to his cock. It was teasing, tantalising
and downright enjoyable. Judging by the shivers and mewls she made as he
nibbled her ear and scattered kisses over her face and mouth, she agreed. Her
hands played with his nipples.
Until his cock gave notice that a few more seconds’ play and they’d need to clean the
pool out. He was so close to coming it hurt.
Braam pulled back and she moaned in protest.
“Honey, I’m so close to coming it’s painful. We need to get out and find somewhere more
suitable.” He towed her to the roman steps at one end of the pool and glanced
around the area. Not even a sunbed had been left out.
His lady looked dazed and her eyes were misty.
“Eh?”
“We can’t come in the pool. Well, I can’t. We need to… Holy hell and fuck.”
She sat up, half out of the water, and rubbed her face. “That sounds rude and hold
on, we need to fuck? Who says?”
“Well, you didn’t say we didn’t a few minutes ago,” Braam said. “But we need condoms.
I don’t suppose you have one with you?”
“Con…Argh, shit and fuck. No, strangely I don’t. They’re not something I feel I need
when I go for a walk at midnight.” She sounded horrified. “Even if it does
include an illicit swim. You?”
He shook his head. “Sadly no. I mean where would I carry it?
She got out of the pool and looked around her. “Apart from that, I don’t make a
habit of screwing with strangers, even with a condom. Where’s a towel? Blame it
on the moon, oh, I don’t know, temporary insanity or jet lag or something. Pure
fucking stupidity. Look, if you try anything, I’ve got a black belt in karate.
So, towels?”
“Locked away. Along with sunbeds, robes and all things needed to fuck.” He paused. “Or
dry off.”
She shut her eyes and sighed. “Figures. Oh, Lord, what have I done?”
“Nothing yet, and in the future? Up to you, but let me say, I seem to have been
inflicted by the same bout of insanity if that’s any consolation.”
“It isn’t. I guess I’ll have to do the walk of shame in a dress sticking to my wet
body.”
“Or we could make love and dry off that way?” Braam suggested. He could have bitten his tongue out. Do I have a death wish? When will I learn to keep my mouth shut?
“Or not. Sorry. But I don’t even know your name. Isn’t it at least polite to be
introduced or something?”
She shivered and Braam stood up and left the pool to grab his shirt.
“Here, use this to dry off.” He handed her the shirt and walked to the other side of
the pool where his jacket and trousers were. “My name is Abraham,” he said as
he used his jacket to soak up the bulk of the moisture on him. It looked like
even the dry cleaners wouldn’t save it. “Braam to my friends.”
There was silence from the other side of the pool.
“And you?”
His answer was to hear the faint noise of the lift descending.

 

About the author
I’m growing old disgracefully and loving it.
Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish
forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us.
Our kids have grown up and flown the nest,
but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so
to speak.
I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane. I’m often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I’m not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate
under the beds. Not to be thought of.
Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.

 

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Ten Things People Say about Dark Tales Diaries @LSJRomance #Audiobook #Giveaway

Top Ten Things People Have to Say about Dark Tales Diaries by London Saint James

  1.  “The narrator has one of those voices that make you take notice, continue to listen, and make you want to swoon.”
  2. “I loved reading these books but I think I’m in love with listening to them. The man you have as a narrator is totally one of the greatest voices I’ve heard on audiobooks.”
  3. “I’m glad I listened to the audible version because it added to the overall erotic theme. The narrator was made for this genre and absolutely makes all the voices in the story sexy and fun to listen to. If you don’t hear the audio you’re missing out!”
  4. “The concept of this book is unique and made up of a set of short stories. I was blown away by this audiobook actually and by the way the author writes a beautiful yet sexy tale about one man on a quest to find his lost love within the pages of people stories written to his publishing company. We get a glimpse of him, and then hear each story submission to Dear Dark Tales…”
  5. “Dark Tale Diaries 2 is hotter than the first!”
  6. “Dark Tales Diaries 2 follows the same principles as the first book, a glimpse into the life of Tristan and then the letters which have been submitted to his publishing company. I enjoyed this book as much as the first one. The author continues with Tristan’s quest to find Keira and then the hot tales of three submissions are read. And I do mean hot!”
  7. “I felt as though I had a complete voyeuristic moment while reading these smoking stories.”
  8. “I’m hoping we have book 3 soon.”
  9. “Ms. Saint James knows how to bring the heat!”
  10. “Whoa, baby. This is an anthology with 3 great BDSM stories with a back story you want more of, and I want more. What an original idea from Ms. St. James. Keep them coming.”

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Title: Dark Tales Diaries: Volume One
Written by London Saint James
Listening time: 1 hr. 23 min. 20 secs.
Narrated by John Thrust

Blurb for Dark Tales Diaries: Volume One

For years, Tristan Blackthorn has toiled to find his lost love. He finally decides to use Blackthorn Printing, along with his newly created Dark Tales Diaries, as a way to find her. Will her story be one of the three tales in Volume One?

Mistress Guinevere’s calling card is her Red Stilettos. She specializes in a particular fetish and always maintains her control, until a man from her past returns to test her will.

A recently divorced woman experiences the effects of empty nest syndrome after her twins head off to college. With the clock ticking away, she decides it’s far past time to seek out something that has always eluded her. Will she find what she’s looking for with The Leather’s Edge?

And a bored computer programmer learns what it’s like to feel sexual freedom after being bound by a Master in Safe Word.

Be Warned: Bondage, anal sex, sex toys, fetish
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance, BDSM, Short Stories, Series

SoundCloud Audio Clip of Dark Tales Diaries: Volume One: https://soundcloud.com/londonsj/dark-tales-diaries-volume-one-audio-clip

Buy Links for Volume One:
Audible: http://www.audible.com/pd/Erotica-Sexuality/Dark-Tales-Diaries-Volume-One-Audiobook/B00T3DDZE8/
Audible UK: http://www.audible.co.uk/pd/Erotica/Dark-Tales-Diaries-Volume-One-Audiobook/B00T3D2ZJO/
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00T569MI6
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Dark-Tales-Diaries-One-Unabridged/dp/B00T3DDLO2
iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/audiobook/dark-tales-diaries-volume/id964292937

Title: Dark Tales Diaries: Volume Two
Written by London Saint James
Listening time: 1 hr. 41 min. 55 secs.
Narrated by John Thrust

Blurb for Dark Tales Diaries: Volume Two

Blackthorn Printing made a splash in the publishing world with the introduction of Dark Tales Diaries, yet despite his efforts, Tristan Blackthorn isn’t any closer to finding the woman he seeks. Unwilling to give up on his lost love, his search for Keira continues in Volume Two.

A voyeuristic moment leads an astronomy professor and his assistant to a steamy endeavor on The Observation Deck.

An invitation for cocktails has the reclusive woman who lives in 204-B pondering why the handsome, wealthy owner of her building would invite her to anything. Does she have enough guts to go to The Top Floor?

And a Maestro strikes the right cord with a young and talented cellist who is trying to find her passion.

Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, public exhibition, voyeurism, sex toys, spanking
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance, BDSM, Short Stories, Series

SoundCloud Audio Clip for Dark Tales Diaries: Volume Two:
https://soundcloud.com/londonsj/dark-tales-diaries-volume-two-audio-clip

Buy Links for Volume Two:
Audible: http://www.audible.com/pd/Erotica-Sexuality/Dark-Tales-Diaries-Volume-Two-Audiobook/B00T56GNRO/
Audible UK: http://www.audible.co.uk/pd/Erotica/Dark-Tales-Diaries-Volume-Two-Audiobook/B00T569BUU/
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Dark-Tales-Diaries-Volume-Two/dp/B00T8591XU/
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Dark-Tales-Diaries-Two-Unabridged/dp/B00T5MGAGC/
iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/audiobook/dark-tales-diaries-volume/id964949109

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.

As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.

Web: http://www.londonsaintjames.com
Blog: http://londonsj.blogspot.com
Twitter: http://twitter.com/LSJRomance
FB Author Page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/London-Saint-James/154331444626603
TSU: https://www.tsu.co/Londonsj
google.com/+LondonSaintJames
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/LSJRomance

You can also e-mail London with any questions or comments at London@londonsaintjames.com. She loves to hear from her readers.

Would you like to know more? Join her mailing list for her monthly newsletter http://eepurl.com/6P2on. Or, join her book group on Facebook, Slip Between the Pages with London https://www.facebook.com/groups/SlipBetweenthePageswithLondon/

About the Narrator John Thrust

The path that lead me to record erotic literature would make a pretty good story in itself. I may write it someday.  It involves a cyber-relationship with a virginal gal whose secret goal in life was to become a full time sex slave. True Story. Her family would have NEVER guessed! I’d been recording regular “vanilla” type books prior to that, as a hobby, with an eye toward becoming a “real” voice actor. This gal pointed me to a specific book and in so doing introduced me to the world of BDSM literature (this, by the way, was right BEFORE “50 Shades of Grey” broke huge).  Rather than just read the book, I recorded it.  I shared it with her and with some other gals I’d met online. The response was startling to me. For the sake of modesty, I’ll spare the specific accolades. The one book led to the recording of another and then others. The feedback continued to be really, REALLY positive. So much so, that it occurred to me that this ‘erotic genre’ may be a niche I should pursue. So here I am pursuing it. I still record other books as well… but these books are the most fun *sly grin*. My background started in radio in college. I toyed with theater, did some plays – even did a short stint in Chicago’s famed Second City training program. LIFE intervened however and I got ‘a real job’ supporting computer networks in Chicago. Eventually that career ran its course and I decided it was time to do what I really WANTED to do – Voice Act. I enjoy it and I hope to help you enjoy your listening experience too.

– John

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5 Reasons @JorjaLovett loves Erotic Romance #7SinfulSecrets #Anthology

5 Reasons I Like Erotic Romance by Jorja Lovett

  1. Well, we have to start with those sex scenes – they’re fun to read and write. When we’re following the journey of our lead characters we want to follow it right to the end and that includes what happens in the bedroom.
  2. You learn something new every day! Whether it’s picking up new tips and tricks during research for my books, or from other authors, there’s always something fun to introduce into your own sex life ;)
  3. There’s a fabulous community which has built up around the genre with so many people sharing their stories and supporting each other.
  4. The covers! Okay, there are a few dodgy ones out there but generally they are hot, hot, hot! I’ve been very fortunate with my cover art, with some beautiful work from Evernight Publishing and Totally Bound and there’s nothing like that feeling when a new one hits your inbox.
  5. Erotic romance incorporates so many different areas – shifters, menage, BDSM, m/m, m/f –  there’s no chance of ever getting bored.

Book Title: 7 Sinful Secrets
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Genre: Erotic romance,
Anthology, Short stories

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OVERALL BLURB:
Seven marriages—seven sinful secrets.
Marriages shouldn’t have secrets, should they? Follow our seven couples, as they come to terms with the fact that their partner has been holding something back from them. Will it make or break their relationship? Read on to find out, and have your fan at the ready, because these secrets are hot!
THE KNICKERS by +Doris O’connor 
 Discovering frilly French Knickers in your husband’s dry cleaning can only mean one thing, right? They’re certainly not Mareijke’s! Devastated at this find, she returns home early and walks in on the unmistakable sounds of Stefano in the throes of passion… but things are not what they seem…
 
BEHIND THE MASK by +Raven McAllan 
 When Daisy went on holiday she did not expect to return with a drop dead gorgeous husband. Life is great until she meets a masked stripper at her belated hen night. She knows the eyes behind that mask, doesn’t she?
 
BIT ON THE SIDE by +Jorja Lovett 
 Helen thought she’d lost her husband to depression after he lost his job. Now he’s back, happy, horny and ready to play. But Carl’s spending so much time on his
computer she’s worried he’s got something to hide. Will his secret tear them apart, or bring them closer than ever?
 
DOMINATION DREAMS by +Michaela Rhua 
 Nicholas Cole has been married to Marissa for twenty years, and he dreams of being dominated by his vanilla wife. When he returns from a business trip, he is in for one heck of a birthday surprise.
 
ANNIVERSARY GIFT by +cherie nicholls 
 Cleo knows her wife is up to something, and she is determined to find out what it is. When she walks in on Marie and some bloke at a hotel room, she thinks all is lost. And then Marie orders her to stay… And when your Domme gives you an order…
 
SEX TAPE by +Kiru Taye, Author 

Juan Roberto’s unexpected arrival home turns on its head when he discovers his wife Noni has a mind-blowing surprise she’s been hiding from him. Discovering secrets and sex tapes have never been hotter or more pleasurable…
Contains: a naughty video and an even naughtier married couple rediscovering each other.

TASSELS by +Alannah Harte 

Harrington loves his new wife Penny. So much so that he puts his own desires for a more excitingsex life to one side. Their lovemaking may be vanilla, but it’s all he needs, or so he thinks, until the suitcase breaks and he discovers her secret.

 
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Excerpt from The Knickers by Doris O’Connor

“Because seeing you dressed like this makes me horny as hell.”

He had to be hearing things. She could not mean what she had just said. However the short bursts of her warm breath against his neck and the hardness of her nipples against his arm confirmed the truth behind those words, as clearly as the musk of her arousal. There was no doubt in his mind that she would be wet for him. Her body gave her away, as surely as his own responded to her. The dominant in him rose to the fore, and he halted the upwards progress of her hand with a growled, “No.”

She froze, and he fisted his hand in her hair, pulling her head backward to enable him to study her face. Stefano lost himself in the tender and hopeful expression mirrored in her beloved features, and he kissed the tears still clinging to her eyelashes away.

Mareijke sighed in submission, and he smiled into the kiss he slanted across her lips. How he had missed her, the simple act of kissing, tentative strokes of her tongue matching his forceful ones, as he took the kiss deeper, angling their bodies until she was lying underneath him on the bed. He yanked the cushion still between them away with an annoyed growl and thrust his frill covered cock into her groin.

She gasped into his mouth and clung onto his shoulders. Arching her hips to meet him thrust for eager thrust, she locked her ankles behind his ass, and Stefano grunted his approval. This is what he needed, this reassurance that she still wanted him as much as ever, and suddenly he couldn’t wait anymore. He wanted her bound and naked, the silky walls of her tight pussy milking his cock, as he fucked her hard and fast.

He broke the kiss with a bite to her lower lip that made her squirm, and he cupped her mound. The damp fabric made him smile almost as much as her hiss of pleasure when he pressed against her clit. A shudder went through her, and her eyes went wide when he straddled her legs.

“Grip the headboard for me, and don’t let go.”

She complied immediately, and he grabbed the ends of her sensible blouse and yanked hard. Buttons popped and fabric ripped as he pulled the thing clean off her, and his breath stalled in his lungs at the vision in front of him. His wife’s ample breasts were barely concealed by the scraps of red lacy scaffolding covering the heavy mounds, and he ran his knuckles across the hard nubs clearly visible through the see-through fabric. They firmed even more, and she arched into his touch. Her little teeth made imprints on her bottom lip, swollen from his kisses, and her whole body shook in need when he ran a finger under her bra cup. He pulled it down freeing that breast to his gaze and with a grin at her bent down and sucked the rosy tip of her nipple into his mouth.

“Stefano … please…” Her lust-filled moan shot straight to his cock, and he suckled harder, kneading the other nipple between his fingers. He knew how responsive she was to this kind of stimulation, and helplessly trapped as she was under his legs, he could feel the rising tension of her body, her desperate need to come. Breath coming in short gasps, her auburn hair feathered across the pillow, she held onto the headboard with a white knuckled grip, as her body clambered towards release. She screamed her annoyance when he released her nipple and bit down hard, causing her to pant harder.

With an audible rip the delicate lace of her bra gave way under his ministrations and her bountiful curves spilled into his waiting hands. Stefano pushed them together and blew across her distended nipples. Mareijke squirmed underneath him. A fierce blush spread across her sweat-slicked skin, and her head rolled form side and side. He drank in the sight of his wife lost to her arousal, and a sense of calm settled over him, like it always did, when he gave her pleasure. Even without the discussion that they would have to have soon, he knew that all would be all right between them. Stefano lifted himself off her and pulled her pants off, taking her lacy thong with them. The musk of her arousal drew him, and he left the trousers dangling just under her knees. Pushing her knees up, he angled her lower body until she was half lying on her side. With her hands still clutching the headboard and her legs trapped inside her trousers she had nowhere to go, and he ran his hands down the curve of her hip and kneaded her ass cheeks. She pushed into his hand with a small moan, and he brought his hand down on one shapely ass cheek.

“Yesssss, again … Please, Stefano … I need.” The rest of whatever she was going to say was lost in the sound of his hand connecting with her milky flesh, and his cock threatened to split its lacy covering, seeing the red marks of his possession. Hearing Mareijke’s needy sighs in his ears he couldn’t wait one minute longer. The sheets of the bed were stained with her arousal, and without further ado he freed his throbbing dick and aligned himself with her wet entrance.

“I’m going to fuck you now, cara. Is that what you want?” He growled his question into her shoulder and bit her ear, soothing the sting with his tongue.

 

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#Sexy #Thriller Let Mercy Come by @ZeeMonodee #BookReview #Giveaway

BOOK REVIEW
Zee delivered on the final book in this series in this story that kind of reminded me of Burn Notice. This books asks the question: When you’ve been a spy and part of the Agency, is it possible to be ever rid of your involvement? Will it shadow you for the rest of your life? And by the way, why did you get burned in the first place?
I love that the lid is lifted on some of the Agencies secrets that have been hinted at previously. Change is afoot and heads will roll, literally and figuratively. Is Valeriya about to be oen of those heads? Not if Graeme can help it.
If you enjoy spy thrillers, then you really have to grab the books in this series.
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Let Mercy Come by +Zee Monodee 
Corpus Brides #3: The Conclusion
Romantic Suspense
 
Let mercy come…and wash away our
sins…
A woman on the run
Valeriya Morozova has managed to carve out a do-over for herself away from the clutches of the Corpus agency. The one formerly known as Anastasiya still lives on the edge, paranoid anyone will bust her secret and turn her in. Agency leaders believe her to be at the heart of the failed mutinous plot to overtake command, and the price of that betrayal—never mind that she is innocent—will be her life, paid in blood.
A man who’s always followed orders
In his decades inside the Corpus agency, case officer and former super-spy Graeme Whitman—aka Scott—has always paid heed to rules and obeyed all his orders. When he is chosen to bring the traitor Anastasiya back into the fold, Scott knows it will
be just one more job he will successfully complete. After all, doing the right
thing is atonement for your past mistakes, right?
Secrets running deep
Scott has secrets; who doesn’t? But he isn’t prepared for
the full cupboard of skeletons Anastasiya carries with her…starting with the
reason why she ran away from the agency. The more he digs, the less he is
certain of, until he comes to ask himself why everyone has falsely painted her
as a hard-hearted sociopath.
But is Anastasiya a victim, or a skilful manipulator? When
her past collides with her present, the future as both she and Scott conceived
it shatters. They’ve answered the call of duty all their lives—will they have
to make the ultimate sacrifice in the name of love?
EXCERPT
She closed the distance between them to go stand right in front of him. She had her out; would he listen to her, though?
“Then let us go, Scott. Antonia and I can disappear. You don’t need to put your life on hold because of us. Seth, your son, he needs you.”
“I can’t do that,” he murmured.
“Why not? If this is atonement for you, then I’m asking you to let us go. Do this and you’ll be free.”
“I don’t want to be free.”
She blinked. “What?”
“Not when you are, too.”
He’d completely lost her there. She glanced up into his face, and the breath whooshed out of her at what she saw on his face. Pain, but of a different kind. The type that accompanied unrequited longing for another person.
She shook her head. I must be getting delusional. Why would Scott—
All thoughts screeched to a halt when he brought a big hand up and gingerly cradled one side of her jaw in that warm palm.
“Forgive me for saying this, Ana, but I’ve wanted a future with you ever since the first day I saw you.”
A small puff of air escaped her.
He smiled as his eyes took a faraway glint.
“You looked so prim and proper in that white lab blouse. Still so young, but
your eyes… They said you had lived a long life already, that you had a lot
concealed behind the façade you showed the world. Then you looked up and asked
me—”
“…did you have a choice to be here?” She remembered that instant probably more vividly than he did.
He gave a lazy blink, as of coming back into the moment to stare at her in the now. “I had one back then, and I have one now. That day, I chose duty. Today, I choose you, Ana.”
“Scott—”
“Graeme. My name is Graeme.” He rubbed the pad of his thumb along her cheekbone. “Say it. I want to hear you say it.”
She parted her lips. He’d trusted her with his real identity, and if she believed all he’d said until now…
“Graeme,” she said softly.
He closed his eyes as he took in that sound; at least, that’s what it seemed like to her.
“Graeme, please…”
He opened his eyes and peered at her. “What is it?”
When his touch on her cheek lost some of its pressure, all the life inside of her ebbed away like the tide gathering for a tsunami. It took everything from her. If she lost him now, when he’d showed her how much he wanted—no, needed!—her, she would die.
She had to show him. That’s when she reckoned her body had gone stiff from the second he’d touched her, petrified in surprise, and he must have gathered her response as being this aloofness in her body language.
He was wrong. Oh, so wrong!
First step; she’d have to take it.
So Valeriya listened to her heart, and she brought a hand up to clasp his where it had started to recede from her jaw. She pressed her cheek into his palm, soaking in his warmth.
“Graeme, please…” She glanced up into his eyes. “Kiss me.”
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Zee hails from the multicultural, rainbow-nation island of
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This quest for ‘finding your place’ is what she attempts to bring
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#BookSpotlight Filthy Marcellos: Lucian @BethanyKris #Erotic #Suspense

Filthy Marcellos: Lucian
Book One in the Filthy Marcellos Trilogy
Genre: Contemporary, Erotic Romance, Organized Crime, Suspense
Length: 98k, full length
Release Date: February 2nd, 2015
Blurb:

Lucian Marcello is aware of the expectations following him as the oldest son of one of North America’s most infamous Cosa Nostra Dons. Family in his world is more than blood and sharing a last name. It’s the honor, respect, business, and the life. Being a Capo is just a stepping stone until it’s time for him to take on the role of underboss but a chance meeting with her could be the one thing he’d risk it all for.

She is exactly what he didn’t know he was looking for.

Jordyn Reese spends her time trying to stay under the radar of a man who wouldn’t think twice about killing her. Unwillingly affiliated with a dangerous MC gang, her life is dominated by the men surrounding her and her future rests solely in how useful she can be for them. The last thing she needs is some Mafioso gaining her more unwanted attention from the club.

He is everything she should stay away from but can’t.

Notoriously violent when it comes to getting what he wants, Lucian will stop at nothing to make the target on Jordyn’s back disappear. But sometimes the worst threats are the ones you can’t see until it’s too late. The truth behind Lucian’s history is about to take center stage in more ways than one, and it’ll either save him … or kill him.

This world leaves everyone a little filthy.

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Out of the corners of his eyes, Lucian did see part of her bare shoulder and the black curls hiding her face, though. It wasn’t so much the amount of flesh she was showing as it was the peeks of what looked like a cherry blossom tattoo crawling over her shoulder and dipping down her back where it disappeared from his sight.

“Hello, guys. I’m Jordyn. I’ll be serving you tonight, or something close to it. What’ll it be?”

The sultry tone of her voice was something Lucian and his body noticed the moment she spoke. It was almost like a mixture of innocence and experience, if that were possible. She didn’t sound entirely bored, but she didn’t sound like she was in it to win it with her job, either.

Dante looked to his father, his earlier comment about not consuming the drinks being silently said again. Antony must have took note.

“A bottle of Jack, unopened. Four—” Antony stopped up short, his lips tugging down into a frown as he passed a glance towards Gio. The youngest brother certainly didn’t need to be drinking tonight. “Make that three glasses. We’ll pour.”

Leaning forward was the worst mistake Lucian made since waking up that day. He certainly hadn’t expected to see her again. At least not in a place like this. She was on his mind all damned week, those eyes of hers, cream-like flesh, and a mouth that just at the sight alone, make his own water.

What’d she call herself? Jordyn, was it?

Merda.

Shit was right—he was in so much of it.

Suddenly, Lucian was not in the zone like he needed to be.

He was so incredibly fucked.

Also, Lucian realized he was right about his first assumption when he thought she had ink under her dress that day at the confessional box. Cherry blossoms started somewhere beneath the lace and leather bottoms she wore and trailed up over her side, before crossing over her left breast which was also covered by nothing but a lace and leather brassiere, and then curved over her shoulder.

There was another tattoo, too, but in the darkness, Lucian couldn’t read the scripted words.

Strangely, the immediate rush of possessiveness that flooded his veins surprised him. She was still so beautiful, like crazy. The more skin his gaze crawled over, the tighter his pants became. Lucian caught himself wondering what those blossoms would taste like under his tongue.

Yeah, he was not where he needed to be. This unknown woman knocked him off kilter and she probably didn’t even know it. What was wrong with him?

Unfortunately, his father seemed to realize his son’s abrupt change in posture and mood. “Lucian?”

At the sound of his name, the girl’s—Jordyn, he reminded himself—eyes flashed to meet his in the corner, those dark lashes of hers blinking rapidly like she also didn’t believe what she was seeing. Lucian swallowed the thickness building in his throat. Thankfully, Jordyn didn’t act like they had ever met or seen one another before. She simply went on doing her own business.

“Unopened bottle of Jack and three glasses. Anything else?” she asked, avoiding Lucian’s piercing gaze.

“Yes,” Antony said, still watching Lucian closely. “The owner is Ron Daney, correct?”

Jordyn stood a little stiffer, her shoulders squaring. “I beg your pardon?”

“The owner is Ron Daney, Vice President of the Brooklyn chapter of The Sons of Hell,” Lucian said gruffly, trying to swallow back the huskiness forming. “We’re not ATF or the feds, let’s just be clear on that, sweetheart. Ron, he’s in tonight, yes?”

Jordyn nodded warily. “Always is.”

“Good,” Antony replied with a grin. “Send him a drink, whatever he likes. Do be sure to tell him it’s from a guest. Antony Marcello and his crew. Do not mistake my name when you tell him. Be sure to point me out so he sees me. Understood?”

“Got it.”

With that, the woman Lucian simply needed to glance at to turn his skin ablaze and his heart stuttering, was walking away.

She didn’t look back.

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Filthy Marcellos:

La Cosa Nostra is not just a choice of regime and routine, it’s a culture. Born as mafia royalty, the Marcello brothers were raised ingrained with the beliefs and rules of what it meant to be a Mafioso prince. It is for life. Their status is considered a given right. They will always be these people. They will always be Marcellos.

 

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Dante, Book Three

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Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to three young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.Find her on Facebook, Twitter, her blog, Pinterest, Goodreads, or Amazon.

Top Ten Characters from The Essien Trilogy @KiruTaye #BookSeries

Meet the Essiens

The Essiens are the kings of African finance. A close family, their father is the patriarch of a finance dynasty that ranges from retail to investment banking spanning the African continent. Yet all is not as it seems as the three brothers—Felix, Mark and Tony—soon discover when their family is rocked by secrets and scandals.

FELIX: The oldest son of Chief Aloysius Essien. His mother died when he was a boy. Crashes his Bugatti Veyron on his wedding night and ends up in a coma. When he wakes, he cannot remember his arranged marriage. (Keeping Secrets)

EBONY: Visiting Nigeria after a failed relationship and is persuaded by Felix to wed him on a special arrangement. When her husband wakes seemingly a different man to whom she married, she can’t help wanting the new man. (Keeping Secrets)

MARK: Second son of Chief and half brother to Felix. Haunted by being the result of his mother, Angela’s affair with a married man (Chief) and being born out of wedlock. So when his affair with Faith results in a pregnancy, his determined not to repeat his father’s mistakes. (Making Scandal)

FAITH: Successful career woman. Member of her firm’s executive board. Haunted by her non-existent relationship with her father. Last thing on her mind is making a family. Until Mark and his baby. J (Making Scandal)

TONY: Last son of Chief and Angela. Not involved in the Essien’s finance empire. Movie producer. Rebel. Bad boy. Biker. When he sees Rita at a movie premiere after-party, he sees his next conquest. (Riding Rebel)

RITA: Recently lost her father and dealing with changes in family’s circumstances. Jumps at the chance to get her big career break when her boss offers her a chance. But when she meets Tony, she realises she’s in way over her head as Tony takes no prisoners. (Riding Rebel)

KOLA: Chief’s adopted son and head of security for the Essien Empire. Ex-military. Solid and dependable. Features in all 3 Essien Trilogy books. Gets his own spin-off book later in 2015.

FREDDIE: Personal bodyguard and Tony’s confidant. Tony sees him as much a brother as any of the Essien brothers. Get’s his own spin-off book.

CHIEF: Aloysius Essien. Patriarch to the Essien finance empire and family. Married twice. First wife was Margaret (Felix’s mother). Regrets his extramarital affair and subsequent death of first wife. Loves all his sons, including adoptive ones. Appears in all the books in the series.

ANGELA: Second wife to Chief and mother of Mark and Tony. Hung up on appearances and societal demands. While her sons indulge her sometimes, they have no problem shutting her down when she steps out of line. Feature in Making Scandal and Riding Rebel.

I can’t talk about this series without mentioning the series villain.

PETERSEN:  Kris Petersen had a vendetta against the Essien family and features in all 3 books. He can be mean and manipulative and will stop at nothing to break up the Essien family and get his way. His comeuppance comes from a source he least expects.

 

Title: Riding Rebel
Author: +Kiru Taye, Author
Series: The Essien Trilogy #3
Genre: Erotic, Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Publication date: January 26, 2015
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Seen as the rebel Essien, Tony has always felt like an outsider. With a daredevil lifestyle, he’s more at home in leathers than in a suit, and more likely to be seen gracing the red carpets at a movie premiere with a starlet draped on his arms than in a boardroom. Still, he’s determined to prove himself to his family and build a successful movie business. Spotting Rita Dike at an event, he sees the potential star of his new movie and his next pleasure conquest.

Rita is a journalist looking for her big break. When she inherits the journal of her late best friend who claims Tony is not an Essien, she spots the perfect scoop. Her acting classes come in handy when she has to pose as an actress to get closer to Tony. Succumbing to the charms of dark and brooding Tony might just be the only way to get through the close ranks of the Essien family.

But as she gets closer to the truth, Rita risks losing the riding rebel who’s raided her heart. Can love heal hearts or will deceit break them?

Tagline: Love. Lust. Deceit

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EXCERPT

His grip on her arm tightened and he increased his pace as they headed across the polished marbled floor of the lobby to the lifts. She stumbled. He swivelled, grasped her shoulder, and pulled her into him to save her from falling over. He’d forgotten she was tottering on sky-high-heeled shoes. He really shouldn’t be such a bastard no matter how pissed off he was at the situation.

His panting breath mingled with hers, their faces only an inch apart. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she whispered in a breathy voice, surprisingly subdued.

The urge to kiss her rose, watering his mouth. They stood in the middle of a busy lobby with prying eyes and mobile phone cameras. Tomorrow, their pictures would be splashed all over the Internet. It never bothered him when that happened. However Rita’s artless demeanour indicated she wasn’t used to the limelight. Something in him wanted to shield her from the exposure.

So he tamped down his desire and tilted her head up so she had to look into his eyes. Her soft, smooth skin felt warm and beautiful brown irises met his hesitantly. “I’m going to call the lift and go up to my room. It’s your choice if you want to come up or not.”

“What…” She sucked in a breath as if gathering strength to say what she needed. “What do you want from me?”

“I want to fuck you,” he said in low voice meant for her ears only.

Her lips parted, her breath hitched. The pulse on her neck thundered and her throat rippled as she swallowed. But she didn’t back away and her saucer-wide eyes turned molten brown with lust.

There. He had his answer. She wanted him. Would she let him fuck her? Because that’s what it would be. In his world, sex was about fucking. Wild, animalistic, unrestrained rutting. He would see to her pleasure again and again. Still, it wouldn’t be sweet and it wouldn’t be loving.

A lift opened and a man stepped out. Tony released her and walked into the lift.

Turning, he faced her. Enough game playing. She had to come to him of her own volition.

She stood there looking sexy as sin as she bit her bottom lip and her forehead puckered in a frown as if she wondered why he’d left her in the lobby.

“I’m not going to drag you into the lift, if that’s what you were expecting.” His fingers itched to do it, though. He didn’t want to contemplate that she would turn around and walk away. Yet he had to give her the opportunity. “You have to walk into this lift yourself if you want me.”

She glanced behind her and took a hesitant step backward.

His heart thundered. She was going to run. He held his breath and counted to ten to stop from stepping out and grabbing her arm. Instead, he jammed his finger into the door hold button and waited. Seconds ticked by that felt like hours. Sweat beaded his forehead.

She looked up and met his gaze. “Can you make the pain go away?”

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What do people have to say about The Good Sister Series?

  1. “A series you won’t soon forget.”
  2. “I adored the good sister part one, trinity’s story captivated me as soon as it started but this second part is totally different but impressive as well.”
  3. “Erotic, romantic, funny, sad and smexy! Words escape me on how great this is!”
  4. “Loved 1&2 a beautiful love story with a twist.”
  5. “The Good Sister – Part One is an astronomical piece of contemporary erotic romance that will suck you in from page one and hold you there long after you should’ve turned the lights out for the evening.”
  6. “The Good Sister – Part Two is the perfect ending to this erotic Cinderella story.”
  7. “The love between Lord Archer and Trinity is heartwarming.”
  8. “This two-part Cinderella story has a great ending to it.
  9. “The Good Sister: Part One – I am blown away by this book. I was drawn in from the beginning by this wounded girl and the man she fell for. It was a journey of the soul.”
  10. “The Good Sister: Part Two -Wow! I really loved this book just as much as the first part. Just as emotional and intense, it is the perfect continuation. Trinity continues to grow and mature. The love she shares with Ashton (Lord Archer) is soul wrenching.”

Title: The Good Sister: Part Two
Written by: London Saint James
Narrated by: Kitty Barclay
Length: 8 hrs and 52 mins
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Trinity Lane Winslow stepped out of her fantasy world and into the real one on a quest to obtain the object of her desire—Reid Addison. The pursuit led her to the infamous Madam Jacqueline Claudette Rousseau, the man she craved, and the debonair Lord Archer, the man who offered what she really longed for—love.

When Reid revealed his dark side, he knew he’d sealed his fate and pushed Trinity into the waiting arms of Lord Archer. Can he live with his decision?

Lord Archer would do anything for his beautiful Trinity, but is he strong enough to hold onto her with all that conspire against them?

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If Amelia Jamison is the female Jason Bourne (see Walking The Edge) then Rayne Cheltham must be the female Ethan Hunt. Move over Ludlum and co, we have a new Spy Thriller author in town.

What I love about this fantastic and intriguing series by Zee Monodee is that she writes female characters that are both enviable and aspirational. These women kick ass. For real. They are tough and are not afraid to show it. In their line of business, the only way to be is tough.

Saying that, the men are by no means push overs. Ash is brilliant as a tortured hero. Just the way I love them. LOL. The romance between Ash and Rayne sizzles and trust me, you won’t be able to put this one down. The action is practically non-stop. You’d think you were watching a movie unfold. Just brilliant.

ABOUT THE BOOK

Title: Before The Morning
Author: +Zee Monodee
Series: Corpus Brides Book 2: The Prequel
Genre: Romantic Suspense
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BtM1600x2400In this stand-alone prequel to the explosive Corpus Brides romantic suspense/espionage series, found out how everything started when one of the agency’s deadliest became the target of a rogue faction.

Before the morning

…is the time of greater darkness…

A trained killer with borderline sociopathic tendencies

Rayne Cheltham traced out her life’s path when she was twelve: she would marry her best friend and bear his children, and in the process, stifle the restless edge in her. When he vows never to marry, she gives in to the darkness and becomes a clandestine agent—until the day he walks into her world again, and her carefully fabricated façade crumbles.

A former cop burned by life and his personal demons

When Ash Gilfoy meets a woman who reminds him of his childhood best friend, he starts upon a path that leads him down into the abyss once again. The day Rayne waltzes back into his life, he knows she is his second chance, and the one who will save him.

Each thinks the other is their redemption…until they discover how deep darkness goes inside both of them

The secrets between them make them sit on a keg of gunpowder with a lit fuse in their hands. Rayne’s whole life is built on a lie, and the truth is threatening to explode in their faces. But that is not the only menace they have to face. Someone is out to get Rayne, and she must disclose her secret past before it is too late.

Can Rayne and Ash survive all that’s thrown in their path? Can they hang on to the last thread of their relationship, and can they emerge, still together and still alive, in the morning after the deepest darkness?

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Ash blinked. He had to be dreaming. Except that the metal band on his finger felt all too real—heavy, smooth, warm, and tight. He glanced at the ring, then at Rayne. It took two people to get married, and she must be the other half of the equation. He didn’t need to see the glinting, burnished piece of gold on her ring finger to put two and two together.

Except, here, two and two equalled a whole muck up of twisted shit. They were married? Since when? How? And worse, had they consummated the union?

He snorted softly. Who was he kidding? Of course they’d consummated their wedding. The only thing between him and Rayne lately amounted to sex, the strings of their friendship just pale, sketchy ghosts grappling for hold where none existed to be grappled.

As he raked his gaze over her, he caught sight of the deep red hickeys on her neck. The confirmation he sought. Damn. He clearly remembered lowering his head to kiss the unmarred column of her neck earlier during the evening when they’d stopped in front of the Bellagio to watch the play of the water fountains. These love bites had happened sometime between leaving the Vegas strip and him waking up with a headache, and he doubted they’d done the deed in public. They must’ve slept together once back at the house.

The pounding in his head intensified to a persistent throbbing against every square inch of his skull. Seeing this ring on his hand had relegated the pain to oblivion—he’d heard shock could do that to a person.

But, married? “What the hell is this, Rayne?”

His voice sounded flat, and cold. She blinked; her eyes then grew wide, and she parted her lips. He thought he saw the lower lip quiver. She brought her arms up, wrapped them around her in a protective hug.

“I…I knew you’d think we made a mistake.”

The shimmer of tears glimmered in her big, blue-grey eyes. Damn it, she wouldn’t cry, would she? Because of him? He’d just been curt with her, but he’d woken up to find out he’d gotten married. Try as he might, he couldn’t remember getting hitched, or even proposing, or agreeing, to marry her. Bloody hell—most men would’ve gone bat shit ballistic for less.

She gave a small hiccup and brought her hand up to rub her open palm against her nose. Bad signs—she would soon unleash the waterworks. Damn.

“Rayne…” He pulled himself up on the mattress, into a sitting position. Reaching out, he placed his hands on her shoulders and squeezed gently. “Calm down. Just give me a minute here, okay?”

She nodded, let her arms drop to her sides and blinked hard a few times, as if to keep her tears in check.

“Tell me something,” he said as he released her. “Are we really married?”

She bit her lip, and nodded.

AuthorBio

ProfilePicAuthor, editor, smitten wife, in-over-her-head mum to a tween boy, best-buddy stepmum to a teenage lad, bookaholic, lover of all things fluffy & pink, chronic shoeholic, incompetent housewife desperate to channel Nigella Lawson (and who’ll prolly always fail at making domestic goddess status)…

Zee hails from the multicultural, rainbow-nation island of Mauritius, in the southern Indian Ocean, where she grew up on the figurative fence—one side had her ancestors’ Indian and Muslim culture; the other had modernity and the global village. When one day she realised she could dip her toes into both sides without losing her integrity, she found her identity.

This quest for ‘finding your place’ is what she attempts to bring in all her stories, across all the genres she writes. Her heroines represent today’s women trying to reconcile love, life, & relationships in a melting pot of cultures, while her heroes are Alpha men who often get put back into their rightful place by the headstrong women she writes. Love is always a winner in her stories, though; that’s a given.

 

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