Cover Reveal! In Between by Lynne Burke

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By Lynn Burke @authorlynnburke

Cover Artist: FuriousFotog/Golden Czermak @furiousfotog

Release Date: June 17, 2019

Keywords: MMF, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Menage, HEA

 

Blurb:

After his stepfather nearly ruins both his family name and business, Damien Fiorenza becomes suspicious of everyone—except for his long-time partner, Ethan Lord. He doesn’t trust people in authority, much less the woman who weasels her way into his walled-up heart alongside his lover of fifteen years.

Ethan dislikes his empathic abilities, especially since they allow him to feel his mother’s indifference towards him, her only son. Damien, however, has always made Ethan feel needed. Appreciated and protected. But, he can’t voice what Ethan is desperate to hear. Falling for their new secretary is unexpected, but she encourages and supports him in ways Damien won’t.

Shaylia Bright’s father chose his secret family over her and her mother. Ever since, she’s striven to be the best she can be, unable to stomach being second best. Although an office romance is taboo, she can’t deny the passionate chemistry among the three of them and finds herself drawn to both her bosses.

Problems from their pasts threaten to block the happily ever after they’re heading toward. Will Shaylia be able to accept herself as less than perfect, and will Damien lower his defenses? Ethan holds the key to their healing, but can he overcome his own demons before it’s too late?

 

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ABOUT LYNN BURKE:

Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

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My Lawnmower saga

I know, this is supposed to be a blog about my writing and all the things that make up an author’s life. And it is. Sort of. You see, even us authors have to cut the lawn.

I’ve never been a fan of cutting gras1909013s. Over the years, as I’ve battled one badly behaved lawn cutting instrument after another, I’ve learned to hate the fact that grass, well, it GROWS! I’ve tried various ploys to avoid this hated chore. I made the kids do it, but they grew up and left home and seem to feel it is not their job to come back every week (or less) and trim the green stuff back down to a manageable height. 

I’ve tried the environmentally friendly options ie letting the neighbors cows munch on the lush greenery, and then shooing them back into their own field once they complete their task. In my defense, they escaped their pasture themselves. Even a cow can tell when the grass on the other side of the fence is greener. I’ve also tethered the kid’s pony around the yard to graze but alas, the kids got bigger than the pony and she went off to live out her retirement on a farm with a few elderly buddies of the equine variety.

Enter, the lawnmower from hell. In order to avoid a lawsuit from an enraged lawnmower manufacturer I won’t tell you the make and model of this particular medieval torture tool. And, I will admit a fair number of people gush over it’s ability to cut and mulch and mow lawns brilliantly. Mine didn’t do any of those things without an all out battle that I only occasionally won.

Personally, I think my particular lawnmower was possessed by evil spirits. It hiccuped. It balked at cutting the grass. It threw things at me. It damn near yanked my arm out its socket when I tried to start it. It just plain HATED me! And it knew how to drive me insane. This spring, after the first bout of grass cutting torture, I seriously considered getting rid of the darn thing and buying something that actually worked for me.

BUT

Lawnmowers are expensive. I’m a single working gal with a limited income. I just payed for a snowblower last fall so my outdoor equipment budget is kind of shot for a little while. I gave myself a stern talking to. Suck it up, I told myself. You can do this. It’s just a little machine. It’s not capable of hating you or doing things to annoy (or terrify) you. You’re just being silly.

Bolstered by this pep talk I headed out to trim the green stuff Saturday afternoon.  I prepared as best I could. I put high grade gas in the mower. I added fuel stabilizer (per mechanic’s suggestion) I pulled and pulled and finally got the darling little thing started. I cut a few swaths of grass without incident. I started to feel a little sheepish about my whining. I am a grown woman after all. But then…

KABOOM!

The oil cap blew off, sending hot oil spurting all over the place, including on me.  And where it landed on the hot motor, it caught on fire. Thick black smoke billowed up, with the odd flame showing through the dark cloud. Keep in mind, I just filled this thing with gas! I panicked. I pushed it onto the cement parking pad and ran for the house where I watched from relative safety of the house as it burned rather impressively. ,

Mindful of my earlier self lecture, I got in my car and drove as fast as I could to the nearest Home Depot. I now own a nice battery operated lawn mower with no oil, not gas and no chance of exploding on me (I hope)

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….and I’m back!

Wow! I can’t believe it’s been almost 2 months since I posted anything on this blog! Actually I can, if only because it feels like forever. My mundane you-need-to-make-a-living-and-pay-the mortgage life took over entirely, and I have to tell you that is not the best part of my existence. After two months of no writing I think I’m going crazy. Really. Completely. So, here my promise to myself. I will write each and every day. It may only be ten or twenty minutes but I will do it. My sanity depends on it! Also, the dog is annoyed because he likes my writing space much better than my serious accountant space. The writing space has cushy furniture and a bigger window.

In case you need something to tide you over while waiting for my next new release, how about a collection of older stories from Changeling Press featuring on of my earler shifter stories? If you live anywhere near the flatlands, you know about prairie dogs. Cute, quick to jump down a hole in the ground, and very prolific. Very VERY prolific. They live in “towns”  populated by dozens and dozens of the little rascals in one location. Now what if that praire dog town was actually a town full of shifters?

Author: Anne Kane, Camille Anthony, Carlanime Bligh, Dawn Montgomery, Lena Austin, Marteeka Karland, Mary Winter, Tuesday Richards

Cover Art: Renee’ George

BIN: 06932-02234

Genres: Box Sets, New Releases, Paranormal, Romance, Wildest West

Themes: Bisexual and More, MC Romance, Multiple Partners, Second Editions, Shapeshifters

Series: Dawg Town Multi-Author (#1)

Book Length: Box Set

Page Count: 172

One very special town. A whole lot of very bad — and very hot — Dawgs. Prairie Dawgs, that is…

Anne Kane — Hustle: A game of pool turns into a sexy seduction, Prairie Dawg style.

Lena Austin — Bad Dawg: One OTR trucker. One leather-clad biker. One very special town.

Marteeka Karland — Hot Dawg: Selene’s hot pink Harley is pointed straight to adventure, Dawg Town style.

Mary Winter: Chip & Dale: Usually a prairie dog colony is one male, several females. Tusa wants it the other way around.

Dawn Montgomery — Playing for Keeps: Riley holds all the cards, but Tara’s playing for keeps.

Camille Anthony — Puppy Dawg: It’ll take both hell and high water to set two stumbling lovers on the path to each other.

Tuesday Richards — Mad Dawg: Bryce’s bad started when he dodged a prairie dog and laid down his prized motorcycle… Can the day get any worse?

Carlanime Bligh — Prairie Rose: There’s a hunky new librarian in town, the moon is full, and Rose is in heat!

 

Trials and tribulations of a writer’s life. (Or why my manuscript isn’t finished yet)

21151378_10213695198592440_2925865773603312114_nIt seems the PTB (Powers that Be, whatever you might believe them to manifest as) have conspired to make my writing life as difficult as possible. Now, I’m not sure if they are mad at me, or annoyed that my characters all get to live happily ever after, or if they are bored and just like to watch me squirm.

Late last year I came down with the first actual case of Writer’s Block in my life. I had a story about half written, and I just couldn’t seem to get any further on it. I’d open the computer and stare at the page. Write a sentence or two. Erase them. Do it again. And again. And again. You get the picture. (BTW, that one’s on the back burner for now, but at some point in the future, you’re going to hear about a feisty female who decides to seduce a cyborg so she can kidnap him and force him to help her escape.)

I confessed to my editor and my publisher that I wasn’t going to make the publishing deadline and they were very understanding. The publisher suggested I give it a break and write a short story for the ezine she manages. Great idea! Writer’s Block banished! New storyline emerged. The short story reads like the prequel to a whole new cyborg novella. I’m going to post it up on the free reads of my website later so you can go read it if you want.

So, I had a new story and it was going great for over a week until a company I won’t name decided that it was time to update their software. Read that to say update the operating system for my laptop. Not sure why. It worked just fine before the update. Afterward, not so much. I now needed a new laptop. **headdesk**

For those of you who are going to say use a pencil and paper – No. I don’t do that. I get cramps in my hands after the first hour or so and that HURTS! I’m allergic to pain.

I’ve had good luck with Dell laptops so I went online and ordered a fancy new laptop with all the bells and whistles and sat back to wait for it to arrive in 10 days. You’d think that would be the end of it, right? Wrong! Nine days later, I got a call from a very nice man in Toronto who identified himself as a Dell representative. Seems there had been a problem in the production of my laptop. They tried to install two operating systems and that didn’t work so they pulled it from the production floor and canceled the order. (Can you hear the PTB laughing their damn fool head s off??) He offered to give me nice credit if I would reorder the same machine. Of course, it would take a few more weeks since they’d have to start from scratch but hey, it’s what I wanted so I said sure. Go ahead. I can wait.  I gave him all the information again and he put in the order. I got a confirmation email and everything. Now I can rest easy and wait.

Or can I? Yesterday I get the news that this order too has been canceled.  It snowed here on Friday. I think that moisture was actually the physical manifestation of the PTB laughing so hard they cried. And at -20 degrees, it doesn’t rain, it snows.

I didn’t want to keep going in that endless circle so I give up on Dell online orders. I decided what I needed to do was go to a brick and mortar store and purchase a laptop over the counter. Sounded like an amazingly simple plan.

Hah!

My friend and I drove to the closest town with a store that sells computers. My town doesn’t have one, we barely have a supermarket.  My friend and I  browsed. We wandered. We compared prices, and specs and pros and cons. We finally decided on a nice HP laptop with a 17inch screen. We loved the specs, the price, the looks….  We cornered a sales rep and indicated we had cash and were willing to spend it. She was thrilled. (I think they work on commission) She went to get it from the back room since we’d been looking at the floor model.

(At this point, the PTB were giggling like a bunch of teenagers watching a very explicit  chick flick.)

She came back empty handed. Seems the inventory count was off. They didn’t have that model in stock, but she was determined. She called seven (yeah, the PTB are now rolling on the floor laughing their heads off)  of the affiliate stores across the province and managed to locate one for me. It’s being shipped down her store and should be here Tuesday. Only three days! I can hardly wait!

Of course, the route my shiny new laptop needs to traverse in order to be united with me,  is through an area known as Three Valley Gap. I’m not sure how many times that road has been closed for avalanche control, or because of an avalanche this winter alone. I can safely say more than once. Or twice. What do you suppose the chances are of my new laptop being delayed due to a natural disaster are?

Do you think the PTB might just move on to torment someone else one of these days? Like maybe an innocent guy trying to catch a fish? Or a lawyer with a shifty client? Anyone but me!

Come back next week and see if I’ve possted a picture of my new laptop, or if I’ve decided to stock up on aspirin and tylenol and go the pen and paper route. Till , then…

 

Happy Reading!

Anne Kane

www.AnneKane.com

Meet Cynthia Sax and her stable of Sexy Cyborgs!

choosingchuckles_ebookx2_500x750Why I Don’t Plan To Ever Stop Writing Cyborg Romance by Cynthia Sax

I was a cyborg romance reader long before I was a cyborg romance writer. Series like Laurann Dohner’s Cyborg Seduction and Eve Langlais’ Cyborgs: More than Machines got me hooked. I continue to read awesome cyborgs series like Anne Kane’s Terra Five and Naomi Lucas’ Cyborg Shifters.

I also write cyborg romance. I’ve written 15 cyborg romances, plan to write dozens, perhaps hundreds more…depending on how long I live. (grins) I don’t foresee a time I will ever not write cyborg romance.

Why?

Well, first, let’s talk about what a cyborg is. According to Wikipedia ( https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cyborg ), a cyborg is “a being with both organic and biomechatronic body parts.” He is part man, part machine. Many of our wounded warriors are technically cyborgs.

(As an aside, I once told a wounded warrior that I wrote about cyborgs, about military men who were part machine as he was. That blew his mind. He couldn’t believe that women would read, would fantasize about men like him, men with robotic legs and other parts. It totally changed his view of himself.)

How much man and how much machine a cyborg is can vary. My cyborgs are about half and half. Some writers’ cyborgs are more machine. Some writers’ cyborgs are more man.

The machine component can be fairly standard (My cyborgs do vary with their different models. They have evolved over the years.) but the human part guarantees that every cyborg hero or heroine is unique. No two humans are alike. No two cyborgs are alike (unless they are clones but even then they might vary).

That means every cyborg romance is different also. Yes, there are often themes we can expect. Usually there’s that delicious conflict between man and machine, emotion and logic that I love. Will the cyborg set aside logic and love, making decisions based on an emotion that often doesn’t adhere to rational thinking? Because every cyborg is unique, they will deal with that conflict in different ways.

The uniqueness of these characters ensures I am unlikely to ever grow restless writing OR reading cyborg romance. There are SO many stories I want to write and read. I can’t wait to enjoy them!

What do you love about reading or writing cyborg romance?

 

Bio:

USA Today bestselling author Cynthia Sax writes SciFi, contemporary and paranormal erotic romances. Her stories have been featured in Star Magazine, Real Time With Bill Maher, and numerous best of romance top ten lists.

Sign up for her dirty-joke-filled release day newsletter and visit her on the web at http://www.CynthiaSax.com

Website:  http://cynthiasax.com/

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Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/cynthia.sax

Twitter:  @CynthiaSax

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Blurb:

Choosing Chuckles

A Cynical Cyborg Meets A Bad, Bad Female.

Chuckles hates all humans. In the past, humans betrayed him. That treachery caused permanent damage to his muscular form, resulting in a lifespan of pain.

When the primitive D Model cyborg answers a distress call sent by a pink-and-blue haired, sparkly human female, he knows it’s a trap. He still has to respond to her fake cry for help. She belongs to him, is the one being genetically fabricated for him. But he plans to be her captor, not her captive.

Bettina, aka Bait, works with a team of females, snaring sexual predators in space, seizing their ships and transporting them to primitive planets. As soon as she speaks with Chuckles, she knows he’s not like the others. He has honor, is a being worthy of respect, of caring.

But she can’t let him go. She has to trap him. His dominance thrills her. His deep voice evokes desires she’d never experienced in the past. She’ll risk it all, breaking every rule for one wild encounter with the male she calls Sir.

Pre-order Now:

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https://www.amazon.com/Choosing-Chuckles-Cyborg-Space-Exploration-ebook/dp/B07MXQ13WS

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https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/choosing-chuckles/id1450000541

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https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/choosing-chuckles-cynthia-sax/1130326339

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https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/choosing-chuckles

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https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/918618

Enjoy #Throwback Thursday with A Deliciously Bothersome #Cyborg.

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Author: Anne Kane

Cover Art: Bryan Keller

BIN: 08190-02644

Genres: Action AdventureFuturisticRomanceSci-Fi

Themes: Cyber-PunkMen and Women in Uniform

Series: Terras Five (#3)

Book Length: Novella

Page Count: 53

Price: $3.99
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Bed of my Truck by Megan Slayer

bedBed of My Truck by Megan Slayer

Publisher: Megan Slayer Publications

ISBN: 9781370970513

Contemporary

Short Story

M/M, Anal Sex, Spanking

Can he have the house, the dog and the lover of his dreams or will it all fall apart right before his eyes?

The one Carson never thought he’d see again could be the one to save his life.

Carson never expected to see his dog or a man from his past ever again. His ex took Dragon when he left, then carelessly lost the dog.  Dragon’s been found and in the last place Carson expected to find him—a vet’s office.

But, the surprises just keep coming.

Carson hasn’t seen Alec since school, but the feelings he had for the man haven’t abated. When he’s reunited with Alec at the veterinary office, Carson’s got to face his feelings.

Includes scenes of spanking, oral sex, anal sex and male-male sex. This book has been re-edited and re-issued in this edition.

 

Search Terms: explicit, spanking, masturbation, dogs, pets, dirty talk, oral sex, reunited, artist, medical personnel

 

Available now at major retailers where ebooks are sold.

Universal Link: https://books2read.com/u/3LrLk1

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01N9Q3204/

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/bed-of-my-truck/id1193602593?mt=11&ign-mpt=uo%3D4

BN: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/bed-of-my-truck-megan-slayer/1125461145?ean=2940154238875

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/bed-of-my-truck

Excerpt:

©2017, Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved

“I never got a chance to give you his rundown.” Alec grinned. “Since the waiting room is empty, I’ll just tell you now. No worms, no fleas, but I’d give him a bath. The weight loss helped but I’d also suggest getting Dragon on a tooth brushing regimen. He’s been eating things he probably shouldn’t that did a number on his gums. I ran a heartworm test which was negative and I’ve given him a pill for this month. When you come in next we’ll set you up right. Call, okay?” He winked and walked back into the closest exam room.

We’ll set me up? Call? He wanted me to call him? I hadn’t heard those terms in such a long time. Maybe my assumption more than fifteen years before had been more on the money than I thought. I shrugged him off back then. I could be over-thinking. Again.

I looked down at Dragon, who was sprawled on his side on the floor.  He gazed up at me with his droopy eyes and his tongue sticking out of his mouth. At least I had him back. What I’d do about my overzealous crush on the vet and his advances, well I hadn’t figured that out yet. I stress yet.

 

 

About the Author:
Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com.

When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. She’s an active member of the Friends of the Keystone-LaGrange Public library. Find out more about Megan and Wendi at: http://wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm Sign up for the newsletter here: http://ymlp.com/xgjmjumygmgj