Another great LGBTQ romance from Emily Carrington! #GayRomance #Magic #FantasyRomance

A Singer draws energy from within to work what others would consider miracles: soothing the sufferer, tending the grief-stricken, and defeating enemies.

When Blagden, a Night Wanderer-Singer, meets Caleb, he is drawn to the Grand Fae’s struggle to accept his new life as a member of SearchLight. Caleb’s son is blind and the grand Fae have cast out all disabled children… and those who support them.

But Blagden has a terrible secret. He inadvertently steals energy from those he loves. When SearchLight is attacked, Blagden must choose between the Fae he loves and his resolve never to steal energy again.

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EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2021 Emily Carrington

Caleb was one horny bastard. Not to mention exhausted. And that was not the right way to start this interview. Sure, the potential teacher sitting across from him was easy on the eyes. Tall, muscular, and big like a football player, his face showed intelligence instead of… Well, what exactly had Caleb been expecting? Something dopey?

No, but he hadn’t expected to feel like he was being studied in return. Not by a totally blind Night Wanderer.

His compatriot cleared her throat. “Welcome to Mojave Valley, Mr. Graywolf.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Pennyworth.” Blagden Graywolf smiled, and even though his eyes remained closed, the honest pleasure shone in every plane of his face. If he was nervous, he hid it well.

“To my right is Caleb Cartwright, the head of our program for the visually impaired.”

Blagden extended his hand after touching the side of the desk discreetly. He held his hand higher than was usual, but Caleb assumed that was because he wasn’t sure what obstacles he might bump.

He grasped Blagden’s hand and found the other magical creature’s grip strong and dry. “Pleased to meet you,” he murmured, embarrassed by how gruff he sounded.

“Tell us a little about yourself,” Mrs. Pennyworth invited.

The Night Wanderer settled back in the chair, clasping his hands in his lap. He turned his head toward her voice, but occasionally… He wasn’t actually glancing at Caleb to keep him in the conversation, but the tilt of his head gave that impression.

That’s something I need to teach Nat. His son had a tendency to address a random corner of whatever room he sat in or sometimes his shoes or his hands. Blagden Graywolf looked thoroughly invested in this interview.

He told them about growing up on a reservation in Utah, about being born totally blind, and how he’d decided to pursue being a teacher of the visually impaired because he loved all the tricks he’d been taught over the years.

“I thought the reservations didn’t have as ready access to teachers of the visually impaired as most schools,” Caleb put in. It was his understanding that Native American children weren’t given the same advantages. They were often overlooked or underserved. Of course, Night Wanderers weren’t exactly Native Americans, although their appearance had fooled many over the centuries. But since he’d been living on a reservation, he would have been subject to the same prejudices.

“My grandmother, uncle, and older brother are all blind,” Blagden said comfortably. “My grandmother went to the Perkins School for the Blind. She made sure we were all braille readers. And I attended a public school in Salt Lake City to make sure I got all the vision services I needed.” His dark eyebrows rose over his closed eyes. They were feathery and narrow, those brows. Elegant. “I had a series of three great TVI instructors during my school years.” Then he returned his attention to Mrs. Pennyworth. His focus was a little off to her left, but not tremendously so. “Ma’am, before I ramble too much, is there anything you’d specifically like to know?”

“What made you leave the human sector and seek a job with SearchLight?”

Blagden tensed. His hands in his lap, formerly folded together, knotted into a tight ball. “I’d prefer not to say.”

“We received glowing reports from your former colleagues and principals,” Mrs. Pennyworth said smoothly, as if he hadn’t just refused to answer a question during an interview. As she progressed into familiar territory, including asking what Blagden’s greatest strengths and weaknesses were, Caleb found himself daydreaming about his head teacher-to-be. Despite his refusal to answer a basic question, he was years more qualified than any of the other magical creatures they’d interviewed. Many of those would find jobs here, but as paraeducators and other instructional aides, not as the lead teacher.

The man began talking with his hands as well as his voice at one point, and Caleb interrupted a nice fantasy about kissing the Night Wanderer to ask, “Are you actually using tactile sign language?”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Emily Carrington is a multipublished author of male/male and transgender erotica. Seeking a world made of equality, she created SearchLight to live out her dreams. But even SearchLight has its problems, and Emily is looking forward to working all of these out with a host of characters from dragons and genies to psychic vampires.

Child of the Sea #paranormalromance #urbanfantasy

Mara has a surprise for her men — she’s pregnant! But Aaron doesn’t seem as happy as he should be. In fact, he fears the baby’s life may be in danger depending on which of them is the father: Aaron, who was born to the ocean, or Chris, who was born half human.

Together, they visit the underwater city where Aaron’s people live to find out if his fears might be valid. With few answers, they await the arrival of their new family member, hoping the bond of their love will keep the baby safe as it enters a world above the sea.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Faith Talbot has been a body double, a prima ballerina, and a forklift driver. In her spare time, she likes to knit and play the zither. Sometimes she can be found at rock concerts not being the least bit stalkery at all.

Mara by the Sea #romance #shifters

Since her divorce, Mara has been moldering. Or at least that’s what her best friend tells her when she drags Mara to Cancun for a pick-me-up.

Mara finds more than a pick-me-up. On the beach, she meets two beautiful men who, though they’re obviously into each other, are very much into Mara, too. And when they invite her into their unique world, it’s an experience unlike anything she could ever imagine.

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EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2021 Faith Talbot

“Do you know what your problem is? You don’t know how to have fun. Plain and simple. You are funless.”

Mara gaped at her friend Cor, offended. “I am not funless. I’m… funful. I have lots of fun.”

“No, you don’t.” With a slight flip of her shoulder length chestnut hair, Cor looked pointedly at Mara’s Diet Coke. Cor herself was drinking a margarita. “Seriously, when was the last time you had fun?”

“I went to the movies last weekend,” Mara shot back, defensive.

“Wow.” Cor’s voice was deadpan. “Really daring.”

Mara sank back in the booth, annoyed and chagrined at the same time. “Well, what would you suggest, Miss Ultimate Fun?”

Cor looked smug. “That actually is my name, you know.” She drew something out of her purse, holding it hidden under the edge of the table. “So of course I have ideas.”

“Of course you do.” Mara stared at the edge of the table as if she might suddenly develop X-ray vision and be able to see what her friend was hiding. “So what are these ideas? Should I be scared?”

“Of course you should be scared. I’m going to push you right out of your comfort zone.”

“I like my comfort zone. It’s comfortable. That’s why it’s called a comfort zone.”

Cor leaned over the table, a conspiratorial gleam in her eyes. “You know what else is comfortable? Hot guys fucking you senseless” — she revealed the envelope she held — “on the beach at Cancun.”

Mara stared, then reached out to take the envelope. “You didn’t.” She opened it hesitantly, as if a poisonous snake might leap out and bite her. Inside the envelope were two tickets to Cancun, one for her and one for Cor. Mara sighed. “I hope my passport’s up to date.”

“It is. I checked.” She grinned brightly and snatched the tickets back. “You’ve been moping around for eight months, ever since the divorce was finalized. This will do you some good. Trust me.”

Mara looked mournfully at her Diet Coke, then Cor’s margarita. “I guess I’ll have to.”

Cor’s grin turned to a smirk. “Damn straight.”

* * *

The sand between her toes and the mojito in her hand helped a bit, but Mara still felt out of sorts. This just wasn’t the kind of thing she did. It wasn’t a Mara thing.

That’s the point, her little voice said. Doing Mara things isn’t going to get you anywhere. Mara things are boring.

She took another sip of the mojito, enjoying the tang of mint and citrus. Maybe that little voice was just the rum talking. Maybe she should quit worrying so damn much about it and just enjoy herself. She might not break down and have a crazy sexual fling, as Cor insisted she should, but at the very least she could relax for the weekend. God knew she could use some relaxation.

She took another sip of her mojito, then leaned back in the beach chair and closed her eyes. The sun was warm, the breeze off the ocean vaguely cool, and the rum was working its way into her system, leaving her nicely limp and relaxed.

Somebody giggled.

Mara wasn’t sure why that particular sound, out of all the sounds around her, caught her attention. She wasn’t alone on the beach, after all. There were couples all around, lotioning each other, running up and down the beach, smooching, doing God only knew what under beach blankets, kids tossing beach balls and squeaking like kids do — but that giggle rose above everything else and set something off in her brain. Maybe because of the incongruity. It wasn’t a woman giggling, or a kid. It was a man, the sound of the giggle strange when paired with the deepness of his voice.

The sound came again, this time a bit more toward the laugh end of the spectrum than the giggle end. Mara turned her head and zeroed in on the source.

Two young men were sprawled over a blanket not far away. The giggling seemed even more incongruous now; the giggler was a big, lanky man, easily six feet three. And young. He’d be lucky, Mara thought, if he’d seen his twenty-fifth birthday yet. The other man looked to be a few years older and a few inches shorter. He sat bent forward a bit, a wry smile on his face, while the younger man slathered suntan lotion over his wide, muscular back. The younger man’s hands were huge, engulfing the older man’s broad shoulders. As Mara watched, he leaned forward to kiss the hollow of his friend’s shoulder, then laughed again. The sound was deep and melodious, and made Mara strangely warm. Friend, hell. Lover, more like. The older man reached up to cup his friend’s face, smiling, and Mara gulped down more mojito.

They were just so… pretty. Unselfconscious, relaxed, obviously enjoying each other’s company. She remembered feeling that way once on a beach with David, curled up into his wide body on a beach blanket while he combed his fingers through her wet hair —

She pushed that thought back. No sense thinking about that right now. She was here to have fun, to forget about the divorce and everything having to do with David.

The men moved closer together, the taller one draping his arms over his friend’s chest. They looked happy to her.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Faith Talbot has been a body double, a prima ballerina, and a forklift driver. In her spare time, she likes to knit and play the zither. Sometimes she can be found at rock concerts not being the least bit stalkery at all.

Dirty & Sweet by Megan Slayer

#romance #bdsm #contemporary #ebooks

Alex Malachi wants a sub, but not just any girl. He needs the right one. The moment he sees Jessie, he knows he’s found the perfect sub. He won’t stop until she’s his.

Jessie Brown’s been in lust with Alex Malachi since she started working at his BDSM club, Indigo. When he requests her services, she can’t refuse. Jessie’s always had a thing for older men, and Alex fits her bill. But when Alex realizes Jessie’s father owes him over a hundred grand, will the offer involve paying the bill with her heart?

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EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2020 Megan Slayer

Alex Malachi ran his fingers through his hair and debated his next move. He’d been without a woman for a year now and wanted companionship. Strike that. He wanted a playmate. Someone soft and sensual. Someone who could handle his dark side and still come back for more. Someone who wasn’t interested in giving him shit because of his profession.

Did she exist? Fuck if he knew.

He strode through the Indigo Club to his usual box. Most of the time he wanted privacy at the club. Tonight, he wanted to switch things up. He had a good idea what kind of woman he preferred, but not who.

Dante, his younger brother, stood at the entry of the private box. “Here again?”

“You’re here, too, aren’t you?” He didn’t dislike his brother, but of his two brothers, Dante drove him the craziest. “So?”

“What are you trying to do? Bankrupt the family?” Dante followed him into the box. “Or are you here for a business deal?”

“If I said deal, you wouldn’t believe me.” He sank into his favorite blood-red overstuffed chair. “Why are you here?”

“I’m overseeing the goods and the take.” Dante sat beside him. “This is our highest profit club, and I want to see how I can replicate it over in Worthington Heights. I’m seeing a lot of tits and bare asses, but no sex. Is that what draws them in? The lack of sex? Or is it that the customer thinks he can join and will eventually get a chick to fuck him?”

Alex gritted his teeth. His brother lived to make a buck. Alex did, too, but he wasn’t as bold about his intentions. Money made the world go ‘round, but a firm grasp on the club and power helped. “Guys come to the club because they want to get their rocks off. They want a fantasy. The girls are hot, the spankings hotter, and there are a bunch of subs dying for a master. That’s what keeps the money rolling in.” That and the booze sales. Fuck. He knew damn well they’d get shut down if the Feds found out not everything they sold was strictly legal, but the money was good, and it kept the clients happy.

Besides, what the Feds didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

Dante opened the curtain. “There are some real lookers out there tonight. Lots of paying customers, too. I hear there’s one hell of a whipping demo going on later.”

“So I’m told.” He sipped the whiskey left for him and swept his gaze over the girls. None of them caught his fancy. Maybe he’d been to the club too many times. Maybe he didn’t want to meet any of them.

A thin girl strutted across the edge of the main playroom. Her navy-blue pasties glittered as she moved. Her breasts weren’t large, but enough to hold on to during sex. The thong left little to the imagination. She’d pulled her blonde hair up in a ponytail with a blue ribbon. The look screamed wholesome, yet sexy as fuck. His mouth watered. He must’ve missed her when he’d appraised the room. Something about her called to him. He opened his mouth to request her, but realized he wasn’t alone. “Dante, blow.”

“Excuse me?” Dante crooked his eyebrow. “You’re dismissing me?”

“Yes.” He glared at his brother. “Check the stocks of whiskey and champagne behind the bar. See if we’re low.”

“No.” Dante folded his arms. “I saw who you were staring at. She’s young.”

“Go away.” He wasn’t good at being nice to his brother, not when Dante didn’t cooperate. He snapped his fingers. Lloyd, the bartender for the private boxes, arrived a moment later.

“Sir?” Lloyd brought in a tray with a fresh glass of whiskey.

“Take Dante back to the bar for a check of the stocks.” He accepted the drink and resumed staring at the skinny blonde. She did appear young, but she wouldn’t be working at the Indigo if she were underage.

Dante growled, but followed Lloyd out of the box. Alex relaxed. He did better with women when his brother wasn’t lingering. He strode to the edge of the box and sipped his drink. The moment she strayed over by the box, he’d summon her.

The blonde picked up two empty wine glasses and a bottle. When she strolled up to the box, she stopped short. “Sir?”

“Put those down. I want you.” Alex leveled his gaze. “Now.”

“Yes, Sir.” She abandoned the glasses and bottle in the nearby bus tub, then wiped her hands on the towel and joined him in the box. Her breasts jiggled with each step, and the pasties caught the light.

Christ, he wanted to touch her.

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 white hot 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 nominated at the LRC for Best Author, Best Contemporary, Best Ménage, Best BDSM and Best Anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on various e-tailer sites.

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.

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Northern Rockies Pack #3

Taming Taelyn

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BLURB:

Taelyn: Abandoned by her parents. Raised in the uncaring foster system. Taelyn finds out she isn’t truly human when fear triggers her first shift. Adopted by a pack of gray wolves, she knows she isn’t truly one of them either. When she feels the pull of the mate-bond, her world changes forever.

Dylan: Dylan is more at home in the woods than the city. Working for the Forestry Services, he sets out to catalog the endangered grizzly bear population in the Interior of British Columbia. What he didn’t expect was to find his bond-mate running wild with a pack of gray wolves.

Taming Taelyn is a challenge Dylan is determined to win.

EXCERPT:

The wolf part of him wanted to claim her, to force her to submit to him. The human part of him knew better. Long gone were the days when a female felt the need to do whatever her mate told her to. The last thing he needed was for his new mate to think he was a jerk who just wanted to dominate her. He wanted a whole lot more from his mate.

He needed to keep his lust in check while he wooed her and convinced her to accept the mate-bond. He’d watched his packmates with their better halves long enough to know that when it came to females, compliments and presents went a whole lot further than issuing orders. It just hadn’t occurred to him that when and if he found his mate, she’d run as far and fast as she could to get away from him.

Not exactly an ego booster.

The little female slowed, glancing back over her shoulder at him. He wanted to think she was making sure he was still there, but he couldn’t shake the niggling doubt that said she was hoping he’d given up.

He lifted his head and let out a gruff bark, acknowledging her attention.

She ignored him, turning her attention to the tree line looming just ahead. She didn’t even slow down, he noted, darting between two towering pines and disappearing into the shadows beyond.

He plunged in behind her. There was no chance he’d lose her with her tantalizing scent strong in his nostrils. He slowed for a moment though, stumbling as his eyes adjusted to the dim light.

In this section of the old-growth coniferous forest, the trees had grown tall and majestic. Their thick upper branches allowed only a thin filter of light to shine through and as a result, there was little undergrowth. Decades of fallen needles cushioned the ground making for soft footing. He lifted his head, hoping to catch a glimpse of her.

There. Off to his right. Although he couldn’t see her, that irresistible scent was strong. And getting stronger. She’d stopped moving away from him. It took a moment for that to register. He moved in her direction. Slowly now, stalking carefully. It was too much to expect she’d suddenly become enamored of his awesome wolf, so her sudden change of tactic made him nervous.

He heard rustling sounds coming from just over the rise, and the realization hit him. She was shifting. Hope welled up inside him. She wanted to talk!

He looked around wildly, spotting a hollow with a few scraggly shrubs. Not much for cover, but it would have to do. Hurrying over, he crouched down and prepared for the change. It came quickly, hurried by the adrenaline still pumping through his system. He lay still for a moment, waiting for the disorientation of the change to subside.

Damn. No clothes. Then again, most werewolves were used to seeing each other in the nude, but convincing a female he’d only just met that his intentions were honorable was going to be difficult given the massive hard-on that he couldn’t control. The fact that clothing didn’t shift along with the wolf could be inconvenient at times like this. Maybe he’d get lucky, and she’d consider it a compliment? He could always hope.

Rising to his feet he strode toward the knoll. And stopped.

She stood on top of the small rise directly in front of him, legs akimbo and hands placed on her hips. She was as naked as he, and magnificent with curves in all the right places, and a shiny mane of dark hair cascading down her back. Even the stormy look on her face didn’t distract from her allure.

Her lips curled in a snarl. “Go away and leave me alone!”

Not exactly a declaration of undying love, but then he hadn’t expected one.

“Not going to happen, darling.” He took a cautious step toward her. “I know you can feel the mate-bond. We’re destined for each other.”

The dark-haired goddess lifted one imperial eyebrow and snorted. “Does that line usually work for you?”

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ThrowBack Thursday – Accidental Pets (from 2009)

Sassi on the day she adopted me.

This is a little bit of a different Throwback Thursday. I was going through files on my hard drive and came across this one from 2009 called Accidental Pets. The little Jack Russel I wrote about passed away in 2018 at the age of 18. It hurt more than I can say to let her go, and despite my two new companions, I still miss her. She had an amazing personality and absolutely refused to believe there was anything she couldn’t conquer. Note the picture of her on the big bed while the great dane (Athena) is relegated to the small one.

What can I say? She was sure she was the biggest dog in the building!

Accidental pets…

My friend tells everyone that she has the perfect boyfriend. Tall, dark, handsome and he never ever disagrees with her. She’s  not lying.  His name is Berkley and he’s a black lab.

Can you see the little princess? Hint: Why would she sleep on the floor like a dog?

My best friend and constant companion is a female Jack Russell Terrier. She’s short, cute and very active. I like to refer to her as my little exercise plan. She can also be very pushy at times.  There’s a game we play, when she gets just a little too insistent on getting her own way. I call it – Who’s the Boss?  Occasionally, she lets me win that one.

She loved her tennis balls, and was happiest when playing fetch.

Sassi adopted  me at the local  shelter. I think the fates combined to throw us together. I picked out a nice quiet male spaniel  cross, but someone mixed up the paperwork. When I went to pick him up, the volunteer produced this under-nourished critter with the saddest brown eyes I’d ever seen. She wagged her tail and tried to bounce up high enough to lick my face. I was very doubtful, but the nice lady, after apologizing and explaining that the spaniel had gone elsewhere, told me that I could take her home and try her for a week. If it didn’t work out, I could take her back, no questions asked. Can you believe I fell for that?!

I really did try to tell her to stay off the desk. Obedience wasn’t her strong point.

Well, I took her home and she ran around in manic circles for several hours before throwing herself on my bed and going to sleep. The  shelter had named her Dash, but after watching her take over my house in less time than it takes me to  cook dinner, I dubbed her  Sassi. Since that day,  she’s become the office greeter, the kayak club mascot and my sounding board when I’m plotting a new story. . She makes me laugh, and adapts to just about anything I decide to do. She can swim, ride on the motorcycle, and walk for endless miles on those short leg. She knows how to be gentle with small children, and when the kids are old enough to play fetch she patiently teaches them what to do. My youngest grandson spent countless hours chasing her around the house to put the tennis ball back in her mouth after she’d dropped it at his feet.

As she got older, she mellowed and allowed visiting dogs to share their beds with her

Sometimes, when we’re sitting on the sofa sharing a snack in the evening,  I wonder if she snuck into the office at the shelter and switched that paperwork herself. I wouldn’t put it past her!  

Happy Reading!

Anne Kane

STEAM PUNK!

The Turquoise Spider by Mikala Ash

#Steampunk #MurderMystery #Romance

Armed with an inquisitive eye for detail, the capacity and boldness to ask obvious, if blunt, questions, and most importantly of all, her ability to keep her mouth shut, Elizabeth is quickly immersed in a case of kidnapping, smuggling, murder, and general mayhem. With guns blazing, steam-cars steaming, and clockwork automatons of a salacious nature going clickety-clack, can she save the son of a violent industrialist? Can she recover the priceless Turquoise Spider from the vicious clutches of underworld thugs behind one of Victorian London’s infamous Houses of Introductions?

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Cuff Me, Sir

Bonds of Worship 3

By Lynn Burke

Release Date: November 19, 2019

Blurb:

He promises distraction from her grief. She falls captive to his heavy hand. Luna fulfills Rian’s desire to be needed, but will the truth of who he is break her trust? PURCHASE LINKS: Amazon Universal: http://mybook.to/CUFFMESIR B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/cuff-me-sir-lynn-burke/1134460936 Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/cuff-me-sir iTunes: https://books.apple.com/us/book/cuff-me-sir/id1485424927 Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/988435 Books2Read Universal: https://books2read.com/cuffmesirbow3 GOODREADS LINKS: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/48569866-cuff-me-sir

EXCERPT:

Natalie all but pulled Luna toward me in a pile of tulle and silk, one a fluff ball of white, the other wrapped in a horrid shade of yellow. A purposeful stride and determined glint carried Jordan’s new wife toward me. I focused on the woman whose hand she clasped, dragging her along through the tent. My gaze finally connected with Luna’s for the first time, and I damn near lost my breath. Little Luna Perez, petite Latina with lush tits spilling from that golden dress that tucked neatly around her tiny waist. Too damn young, but too damn hot to ignore. My dick swelled, and I turned my focus back on Natalie, raising an eyebrow. “What the hell?” I’d forgotten Brock stood beside me—a close friend of mine and the JAG owners—and our pilot. “Thought she was off-limits,” he muttered when I didn’t respond. “I thought so, too,” I mumbled a second before the two women approached, Natalie yanking Luna forward to stand before me. I lost myself in her amber eyes with their flecks of gold. But, Natalie had put her in front of me—I wasn’t about to ignore the gift of being allowed to look my fill. “Luna, this is Rian,” Natalie said, not sounding pleased in the least over the introduction. “Rian, my younger sister.” She huffed an exasperated sigh. “She needs a distraction.” I jerked my focus toward Natalie. “Excuse me?” “A. Distraction.” Her dark eyes glinted as she scowled up at me. “I trust you can give her something to think about?” Her words settled into my brain, jerking my dick in my damn pants. “I thought she was off-limits.” “I changed my mind.” Natalie didn’t sound too happy about that fact. “But if you hurt her—and you know what I mean—I’ll make you beg for death before I’m done with you.” Brock chuckled. I didn’t. I knew exactly what Natalie was telling me, and it wasn’t hard to understand why. My stomach fucking fluttered like it did when I used to be a kid and was about to try something new. I shifted my attention back on Luna to find her peering up at me with blown-out pupils, the pulse in her neck throbbing, her brow furrowed. Satisfaction sped through my system, hardening me to the point of nails. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” “You, too,” she said, her voice full of husk and lust. I clenched my teeth against a groan wanting to rumble up from my chest. “What are you doing, love?” Jordan asked from the other side of Brock. I hadn’t even realized he’d approached us. “Probably making a mistake.” Natalie released Luna’s hand, wound her arms through Jordan’s and Brock’s, sandwiching herself between the two men. “You have my blessing,” she told me, her pointed chin lifted and eyes flashing. “Just make sure you have her permission first.” “Of course.” “I better not regret this,” Natalie grumbled and turned, pulling my friends away in a rustle of silk. “Kick his ass if he doesn’t deliver,” she shot over her shoulder at Luna. Jordan glanced over his shoulder at me, his eyes full of threat. Hurt her, you hurt my wife. I dipped my head in acknowledgment of his unspoken threat and turned to find Luna glancing between Adam and me. “Well, that was awkward as hell,” she muttered, craning her head back to peer up at me once more. I studied her face, the freckles on her nose, her pouty lips, and the slight indent in her chin. Flawless—hot as fuck—and young enough I wondered if she knew what her sister had just done, what she’d given her blessing for me to do. Having a green light, however, I wasn’t about to waste time wondering. I handed my drink to Brock without looking at him. “Lucky fuck,” he muttered, taking the glass from me. Ignoring him, I held out my hand to Luna. “Care to dance?” She studied my hand, then my eyes. “Somehow I get the feeling booze might be safer than touching you.” I laughed loudly and when I sobered, I found one of her dark eyebrows arched with the kind of sass that shot an ache through my balls. “Give me your hand, little girl,” I said, my tone one most didn’t deny, “and I promise I won’t hurt you—unless you ask me to.” © Lynn Burke 2018 Cuff me teaser 2

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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. Website: https://www.authorlynnburke.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Author-Lynn-Burke-555282497937461/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorLynnBurke Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/authorlynnburke/ BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/lynn-burke Lynn Banner

Follow Your Heart (Lust Bites)

Blurb:

She left love behind, but he followed his heart…and her.

Paige Havalland left her career as an attorney in her father’s law firm and the older man she loved for small lake-town living. She thinks love is something she can never have because of her new career. Then Ben shows up at her bed and breakfast, throwing all her preconceived notions about love and life topsy-turvy.

Benjamin Beckett has a plan for a future in the small town of Riverbend, Pennsylvania. The possibility of a new law office and being with the woman he loves calls him from the hustle and bustle of big city living. He’s sure he can reignite the fiery passion he and Paige shared two years before but convincing her that they can overcome her notions about their relationship will be a different story.

This is Paige’s one shot at true happiness. Will she push Ben away or follow her heart to have the life of her dreams?

Excerpt:

“You can’t leave,” he objected.

I sighed. “Why does it matter so much?”

“You know you mean a lot to me, Paige.” Benjamin ‘Ben’ Beckett ran his hand through his silver-toned hair.

“My body is important to you, nothing more than that. My father left me their old house in Riverbend. I’m going to turn it into a bed and breakfast. This law shit has never been for me, I’m not lawyer material.” I faced the window.

The sun had begun to hide behind the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink, purple, orange and blue. The end-of-the-workday whiskey I sipped burned a path down my throat into my empty stomach.

Ben grabbed me, spun me around and deposited my ass onto my desk.

“What the fuck?” I sputtered.

He pulled my skirt up my thighs and stepped between my legs.

I opened my mouth to object to the rough handling but stopped when our gazes collided. Heat smoldered deep in the depths of his blue eyes. “Look,” I said finally. “We had a lot of fun with each other, a lot of great sex. But you knew that was all it could ever be…just sex.”

Who was I kidding? I’d been head over heels in love with the man for three years, but we could never be more than what we were. I wasn’t lawyer material. I never would be. Staying on with the company after my father had passed wasn’t in the cards and I’d known for the last two and a half years that I wouldn’t stay here.

The blue of his eyes deepened in color, something I couldn’t read reflecting back at me. Lust pooled low in my belly, sending a wave of liquid heat through my core, dampening my panties. “What?” I finally questioned when I found my voice.

“Is that all I am to you, Paige? A good fuck?” He grasped my hand and placed it over his erection. “See what you do to me?”

“No, Ben. You aren’t just a ‘fuck’, as you so eloquently put it. But it can’t be more than that. It can’t.” I shrugged my shoulders.

He glared at me before crushing my body against his. “Fuck it.” He captured my lips, robbing my mind of sanity. My blood whooshed in my ears as passion flared to life. “Let me have you one last time.”

“Yes. Come to my place tonight,” I murmured between kisses.

Stepping back, he allowed me to slide off the desk and readjust my skirt.

“See you later,” I said over my shoulder.

With that, I walked away, fighting the urge to run. What have I done? I’d just invited the hottest man I’d ever known to my place this evening for what I hoped would be a marathon of sex.

I entered the ladies’ room, moved to the sink and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My doe-round blue gaze stared back, my pupils dilated. Pink flushed my pale cheeks. My chest rose and fell as my breaths came rushed.

My appearance matched my mood…horny.

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About the Author:

I live close to the Maryland border in South Central Pennsylvania. My husband is wonderfully supportive of me in all aspects of my life. I have a son who is currently serving our country in the U.S. Navy. My daughter is still in school. I’m blessed to have the three of them in my life.

From a young age, I remember burying my nose in a book. A love that my mother and father passed onto my brother and myself. From my passion for reading sprang my love of writing. My mind is so often full of story ideas from the wildly paranormal to contemporary. I have notebooks lying about with story outlines and character descriptions. A song or TV show can spark an idea which circles my mind until I put the idea on paper.

When I’m not writing, I enjoy spending time with my family, burying my nose in a book, and watching a vast variety of television shows from crime dramas to 1970’s game shows. I’m also a graphic artist. You can see my works of art at www.designsbl.wordpress.com.