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The Natalie’s Edge Series

R.B. O’Brien

Author: R.B. O’Brien
Series: The Natalie’s Edge Series
Genre: Erotica Romance Suspense
Each book in the series is now available for $2.99

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Series Overview:

Twenty-seven year old former ballet dancer, Natalie Smith, thought she had everything she needed in life: A successful business, devoted boyfriend, and loving best friend. But when she meets the mysterious environmentalist, Michael L. Black, Natalie’s ascent into self-discovery begins.

Michael introduces Natalie to a world of dominance and submission filled with lust and passion. But Michael walks a fine line between his dark and light sides as he comes to terms with his past. It will test their relationship, and all they have worked so hard to achieve, a true bond, may leave them on the edge of destruction.

Natalie’s Edge 1: Tempatation Natalie’s Edge 2: Fall Natalie’s Edge 3: Redemption

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Temptation, Natalie’s Edge Book 1
Synopsis:

He didn’t think he was capable of love; she thought she had everything she ever needed. But when former ballet dancer and entrepreneur Natalie Smith and environmentalist Michael Black meet, they are thrust into a headlong relationship that may devastate them both.

Falling almost too fast for this enigmatic, controlling man, Natalie is both excited and terrified by the fine line Michael walks between his dark and light side, as he introduces her to a world of games, bondage, and punishments. And to her surprise, she likes her submission. She likes the control he wields. And he cannot have it any other way. He likes to bring Natalie to the edge, and she likes the edge he brings her to. Pleasure has never felt so good.

But can Michael fully let go of his trust issues and fall in love? Or will his past leave Natalie on the edge of pain?

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Excerpt from Natalie’s Edge 1: Temptation

He brought my iPhone into the bedroom, found the ballet Giselle, and let the music play. It put me in a state of deep emotion when I listened to it. My feelings about dance were as mixed up as my feelings were for Michael. Pain and beauty wrapped into one unfathomable emotion. He removed his blue t-shirt and jeans, boxer shorts the only thing remaining on his perfect body as he sat next to me on the bed. He was so sexy. I began to kiss him as if my life depended on it.

“Roll over and let me massage you, Natalie.” His tone created a trance-like reaction in me.

I rolled over onto my stomach. He began kneading my neck, then my shoulders, working his way across my back, stopping just above my ass. The music engulfed me and his touches were sensual but relaxing. I was in a state of euphoric relaxation. He began to kiss me lightly, first behind my ears and then over my neck, moving down to trail kisses over my back. Goose bumps appeared all over my body.

“Spread your legs a little for me, Natalie.”

I did, embarrassed at how wet I already was. I tried not to squirm or moan. I wanted it to last, last the whole night.

“I love the way your lower back gathers in this indentation above your ass,” he breathed, kissing the spot. “There’s so much I want to learn about you.”

“Aaah,” I let out, moaning into the pillow. “There’s so much I want to learn about you,” I echoed.

He continued down my legs, first the outside of my thighs all the way down to my calves, lightly tickling my feet, as I moved a little, giggling.

“You’re such a ticklish woman, Natalie. Yet another thing that turns me on about you. So responsive, so sensitive. I like that.”

His fingers stroked the insides of my calves simultaneously, moving slowly up my thighs, stopping just short of my pussy. Skipping over my pussy, he began to lightly tease my ass cheeks with his fingers, kissing me ever so lightly all over my ass, my back, my neck.

“I can taste your saltiness. You are delicious.”

I blushed. “I told you I needed to shower.” A moan escaped my lips again as he continued to kiss my ass, his fingers touching between my legs, lightly brushing my pussy like feathers.

“Maybe later,” he said languidly. “I like the way you taste. Now roll over,” he demanded. “Put your arms above your head and clasp them. Don’t move them. Now, cross your legs and put them in the air, straight up.”

“Michael,” I groaned but did as he asked. All the relaxation was completely gone now. Desire pooled in my lower abdomen and beyond, and I began to tremble.

He began to lightly stroke my pussy in this uncomfortable, yet erotic position, and juices streamed out of me. “Next time, I’ll tie your legs like this, so you can relax more. But I can see the strength of your legs. You are so sexy, Natalie.”

I couldn’t say anything as his feather-light touches moved directly onto my clit, and I felt like I might come any minute.

“Michael.” I wanted him desperately. I began to pant. A scorching heat coursed through my body.

He stopped and spread my juices over the delicate, sensitive under skin of my pussy lips, gently rubbing up and down my slit with the pads of his fingers, over and over, on either side of my clit, never making contact with it.

“Oh god, Michael. Let me come. Please.” I was begging and couldn’t have cared less. I began to squeeze my legs together more tightly. Being in this position made it easy to do. Release would be only moments away, if he would only touch my clit.

“Keep your legs like that,” he said, but stopped touching me. I breathed rapidly, frantically, as he moved up under my arms and lightly tickled down the sides of my stomach, where my back and stomach connected. I wiggled and laughed a little. It tickled in the most sensual way. He said nothing and found my breasts. “Keep your arms above your head for me. I love when you obey me. I’m impressed that you’re showing a little restraint tonight. Breathe.”

And I was. I was really trying to control my reactions, to be in the moment, to not fall apart at the seams but to absorb his touch fully. He lightly stroked the under part of my breasts, then circled the outer parts of them, ever so slowly, honing in closer and closer to my center, my nipples. I moaned and tried to stick my chest out for his touch.

He took the bait and lightly brushed my nipples with his thumbs. I squirmed. It was impossible not to. He took each nipple between his thumb and pointer finger and used feather-light pinches to tease me. My pussy ached and pulsed with need. I begged, “Michael. Please.” But I kept my hands above my head and my legs in the air, trying to do as he asked.

He smiled down at me before moving back to lick my pussy. I moaned. “Yes, Michael, oh please.”

His licks became more intense, more focused on making me come. “Oh Natalie,” he whispered. “I do love to hear you. It’s such a turn-on when you lose control to me, when you beg me.”

He took first one finger and then a second and thrust them into me, and I yelped out, ready to come. I was panting. I was borderline hysterical with need.

He stopped and said tenderly, “You can lower your arms and legs now.”

I looked into his eyes. He had promised to make me come the next chance we got. Those were his exact words. I looked at him pleadingly. I was becoming confused. I was losing all control. I felt tears building.

“No worries, Natalie. I promise. You know I am a man of my word.” He winked. “Patience. I love seeing you like this. I love making you feel like this. I can’t help it.”

He grabbed my face between his hands and slowly, deeply, intensely kissed me. I ravaged his tongue, his mouth, I sucked his lips one at a time, his teeth, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as tightly as possible. He took my face between his hands again and looked into my eyes. “Get on your knees, Natalie.” He smiled, and I complied willingly.

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Fall, Natalie’s Edge Book 2
Synopsis:

As Shakespeare wrote, “The course of true love never did run smooth,” and the love between Michael L. Black and Natalie Smith is no exception.

Having fallen deeply in love with one another, Michael and Natalie’s passionate and, at times, tumultuous relationship continues to teeter on the edge of happiness as they explore their deepest and sometimes darkest desires of games, bondage, and sex. Michael’s dominant tendencies thrive as Natalie craves to submit her body and mind to him, bringing her to sometimes excruciating pleasure. Love never felt so right.

But their relationship will be tested. Truths are hidden. Secrets are revealed. And when Michael’s insecurities inflame his penchant for control and punishment, all the trust and love they have worked so hard to build dismantles itself within one split second. Will they forgive and trust one another again? Or will the betrayal leave them on the edge of devastation?

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Excerpt From Natalie’s Edge 2: Fall

He pushed me away slightly and took my hand and brought me into the suite overlooking Boston. The view was beautiful as the sun finished setting behind the postcard-picture buildings. He placed me on the bed and began to kiss me between his short, breathless sentences. “I missed you too. My trip couldn’t have gone better. I want you naked. Now.”

I lost my steady breathing to sporadic breaths. “Michael, I don’t have time. I have to get ready. I need to dress for the party…unless…unless…you’d like to skip the party?” I asked with a hopeful innuendo in my voice.

“You come here late. You’re not ready. Now you want to argue with me?” He seemed angry yet playful. A deadly combination. “Don’t make me more disappointed than I already am.”

He began by first removing my black ballet flats, kissing my feet as I moaned.

“No time, Natalie?” he quizzed, looking up into my flushed face. “Mmmm. I have missed that moan.”

I breathed far too erratically. “Plenty of time, if you don’t mind being late to your party,” I managed, as he unbuttoned my jeans, pulled down my zipper, and yanked them off roughly.

“Oh, plenty of time, yes, Natalie. But we will not be late…” Oh no. I knew that inflection, that smirk.

“Aaah,” I groaned, my panties completely thrown to the side of the bed.

“Spread your legs for me, Natalie.” His eyes were that dark, sexy, sinister shade.

“Michael.” I shook quietly spreading my legs.

“I’ve missed you,” he said, slowly, delectably kissing my inner thighs and running his tongue in circles on my clit, lapping at me leisurely, torturously.

“I’ve missed you, Michael.” I panted, barely able to catch my breath and thrust my fingers in his hair again, trying to push my pussy up into his mouth. I was so wet, too wet.

“I can see that.” He smiled up at me, straddling me to remove my t-shirt. “Cute t-shirt.” He stared at me, leaving me lying on the bed in only my pink lace half-cami bra. I knew what he was about to do. I struggled to remain calm, still.

His fingers started on my sensitive, erect nipples, as I brought my legs together and his face to mine, kissing him passionately, moaning, diving my tongue into his mouth aggressively, tasting my juices on his tongue.

“Slow down.” He laughed. “So eager for someone who couldn’t find the time to see me earlier today,” he said sarcastically. “On your belly,” he ordered.

I complied. Before I knew what was happening, he handcuffed my hands behind me and swiftly turned me back over onto my back.

He began to tease my overly sensitive nipples as I squirmed beneath him. He sat on my pelvis. “Spread your legs, Natalie,” he ordered again. I paused, unable to pry my legs open. A climax was building inside of me. Jesus. How was that even possible?

“Michael.” I moaned. “Fuck me.”

“Natalie. That moan. What it does to me.” He was so intense. “Now how can I fuck you if you don’t spread your legs?” And I knew that tone all too well. I knew he was teasing me and I wondered what he was planning.

I squirmed unsuccessfully and let out an agonizing breath, opening my legs, but he didn’t stop tickling my nipples through the lace material that intensified the sensation.

He thrust his knee between my legs, forcing them to stay open, as the rest of his body’s weight held me captive, helpless, and vulnerable under his touch. “Do you like this, Natalie?” he coaxed, using his knee to not only prevent me from squeezing out an orgasm but also to stimulate my clitoris ever-so-lightly.

I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t concentrate to answer him.

“Answer me. Do you like this?”

“Yes.” I confessed.

“Good.” He kissed me passionately, moving his knee out of the way to stroke between the wet folds of my pussy, brushing my clit ever so lightly, so that I whimpered.

At least five long excruciating minutes went by as he tormented me with languid teasing.

“Please,” I begged.

He just smiled cruelly into my eyes. He was going to tease me, and I was going to remain helpless.

“You are so wet,” he teased. “If only you had come earlier. Now there’s no time to come.” He emphasized the last word. “What a shame.”

“Michael…”

When he released me, I was delirious, panting heavily. He said, casually, “Now go get ready. We’re going to be late. I don’t do late.” And he undid my handcuffs, taking them with him as he stood up.

The minute he removed them from my wrists, I realized how much I wanted them back. I was insane with lust, and it made me incensed, enraged. How dare he? “Michael!” I yelled at him. But he had shut the bathroom door to get ready, throwing me a white, terry cloth robe right before closing it.

I realized I had little time to do my make-up, style my hair, and dress myself, or I might have pleasured myself just to spite him. I decided to do my make-up and hair first. Dressing in this heated, soaked condition would not be a good idea. When I heard the bathroom door open, I said angrily, sarcastically, not even bothering to look up, “Such a gentleman to let a woman use the bathroom first.”

When I turned around, he grabbed my chin to look into his eyes, and I melted. All I saw were his overbearing, piercing blue eyes through his mask. I knew I should still be angry with him and his childish behavior, but he was so fucking sexy. I wilted and lightly touched his lips through the black material. His chest was muscular as it was, but in his costume, he looked even more so, impenetrable, masculine, in control. I wanted to fuck him more now than I did earlier. “Hello, Batman,” I purred up into his face.

He licked my upper lip and then my lower lip, as I felt my head hang back in total submission to his cupped, strong hands. All anger I had felt toward him evaporated and I drew myself against him. He was being a childish brat, but I missed him too much to care.

“Why aren’t you dressed?” He stopped his delicious invasion of my mouth and stared down at me. I was a dripping pool of desire and his persona only enlarged it.

“Because someone rudely took over the bathroom,” I barked and began walking into the bathroom. I gave pause. It was time for me to win a game or two with this controlling, irresistible man.

I stopped and placed my costume down onto the bed that he had just used to tease me. Turning my back to Batman, I slowly let my robe fall to my feet. I heard him gasp, and I could feel his stare blazing right through my back side. I almost lost my courage and trembled at what he must have been thinking, but I continued my show.

I stayed facing away from him, more so that I didn’t lose my nerve. I unclasped the little lace that covered my breasts and tossed it onto the bed. I bent the upper half of my body over the bed so that my ass hung in the air in front of him, slowly put on my sexy white lace hip-hugger undies, and retrieved my costume. I opened the package of my new pink tights and turned around to sit on the bed. I didn’t dare look into his eyes. He could have done anything he wanted to me and I knew I would let him. I needed to stay focused on teasing him, for a change. Focused on pretending I was the one in control.

I spread my legs slightly and snuck a glance in his direction. His mouth, under his superhero mask, was slightly open, incredulity evident in his eyes. I first lifted the right foot, pointed it straight up into the air, and peeled the first leg of the tight up to my knee. I repeated the process on the left foot, stood up, turned back around, and bent over, exposing my lace-covered ass as I gingerly and slowly folded the tights up over the cheeks of my ass.

I felt him move behind me, and I withdrew a breath, shocked and nervous my seduction would be taken over by him. In truth, I hoped it would. Having him in me would be delicious. He kissed my neck, fully exposed from the tight bun I had twisted atop my head, and whispered, “Games, Natalie? Are you sure you want to go down that road?”

The bastard. His voice undid me as my body quivered, causing him to chuckle and take a seat across the room to finish watching the silly girl put on her costume. I was flushed, hot, and longing.

I tried to regain confidence, trying to ignore the gaping stain of my arousal on my tights between my legs. I exhaled shakily and continued to dress myself under his watchful, slightly intimidating stare. I could see his cocky grin, which only forced more juice to drip out of me. His arrogance was such a turn on for me.

As I put on the pink leotard adorned with feathers around the collar that rose up into my neck, I noticed him shift in his chair, cockiness turning into desire. Yes. I thought to myself. I’m back in the game.

I looked down to my chest, ensuring the crystals were properly placed above my breasts under the white and silver feathers, but all I could see were my engorged nipples, begging to be touched and fondled.

A red rush of embarrassment engulfed me as I realized that the top had never been allowed to sit so firmly against my flesh. I had always been wrapped. It was borderline transparent. I blushed. If I wore the cami, it would show through and completely ruin the costume. Nope. He would have to stare at my swollen breasts all night, but so would everyone else. I flushed, embarrassed at my oversight.

I finished with a short pink pancake skirt, put a feather collar around my neck with matching feather cuffs—how ironic—and sat to lace up my pointe shoes. I felt special, beautiful, sexy. I felt like dancing. I only wore my pointe shoes occasionally at my summer camp to show the young girls. Wearing them made me feel a little too nostalgic.

“Ready,” I announced, standing on my tippy toes, then balancing on one toe as I dipped down to the floor, my right hand touching his foot, my left leg and arm straight out into the air.

He stared at me, stood up, and bending down to grab my chin he said, “I don’t think I want to let you out of this room. My god, Natalie, you have literally taken my breath away. God. Your legs.”

I froze, feeling guilty about the way I had just acted, and pushed my feet back into a flat position. Shyly I replied, “Thank you,” and did a small curtsey. I shrank at his sweetness. “The same could be said of you,” I added.

“Yes. Touché, Natalie.” But his tenderness was quickly replaced with a glare. “Beauty in every way aside, we are late, you are a tease, and you will pay on all counts. Come. Let’s go.” His dark side was back in full force, and somehow it made everything inside me tighten.

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Redemption, Natalie’s Edge Book 3
Synopsis:

The road to love for Michael and Natalie has been a treacherous one. Lies and secrets have kept them apart and in darkness. But out of the darkness shines a light on understanding, self-discovery, and forgiveness. Natalie’s sexual awakening teeters on the edge of completion as she and Michael come to fully embrace and understand the bond they truly share.

But their undeniable bond will not come without more tests. Nothing is easy. And nothing seems to be working in their favor. When a secret is revealed that even Michael doesn’t know existed, it seems fate is out of their hands. All of the peace and self-acceptance they have worked so hard towards leaves them right back to the edge of darkness again. Can they find redemption together, or are they doomed to live a life apart forever?

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Excerpt From Natalie’s Edge 3: Redemption

He made his way back over to the bed and pulled all the covers off of me, exposing my body, which revealed my erect nipples through the sheerness of my lace bra. Just his mere proximity excited me. I shivered.

“Are you cold?” he asked facetiously. My apartment was warm, the heat paid for by the landlord.

“Slightly,” I said in the same tone back to him.

“Hmmm. Let me see then. Let me warm you.” He sat back down on the bed and took my coffee mug and placed it on the floor.

“Lie back,” he ordered. “Let’s see if I can’t make you warm again.”

“Michael,” I whined.

“Ssssh. Not a word, Natalie. Let me make you feel good. I owe you that. I hate to see you cry, especially over me.”

“I… I… have to get ready for work.”

“Not yet,” and he pulled out one of my scarves. “Wrists.”

Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.

“Michael…”

“Trust me. You need this.”

I squirmed and shook my head, no, but oh how I wanted to say yes.

“Wrists, Natalie.”

I closed my eyes shut and held them out in front of me.

“No. On your belly.”

I flipped over and extended my arms back to him. He tied my wrists together tightly with the scarf. My breathing hitched and my pussy became moist almost immediately. He flipped me back over and kissed me.

I involuntarily moaned and he smiled. “Yes. Just the way I like you. Moaning and wet. I’m going to kiss and suck you to orgasm, Natalie. I want all your worries to wash away.”

I arched my back up and squeezed my legs together. “Michael.”

“Yes, baby. But lie back down. This is going to take a while.”

Oh god.

“Only think about every kiss. Every touch. Every suck and what it’s doing to your body. Like a form of meditation. Block out every worry. Every fear. And focus on that one spot of desire and the need that I’m going to create in it. A craving so strong. An almost cruel itch that only I can scratch. Focus on that ache. And only that. Let it build to an unbearable need so strong you almost can’t take it. But take it you will. And then… focus on the pleasure. Only that. That release I’m going to bring you.”

I couldn’t think as he began to remove my panties, drenched already with arousal and anticipation. He pulled them down to my knees, then holding my gaze steady, he began to kiss between my legs, blowing hot air on my pussy. His tongue found its way between my folds almost immediately and again, I arched my back up.

“Down, baby,” he ordered gently and I complied.

His tongue danced around my clit as I moaned and writhed to get closer and he stopped, licking his lips and staring at me. “Focus on the feeling. Absorb it.”

My eyes rolled into the back of my head and his tongue began a leisurely lick up and down my swollen clit and I groaned deep and loud, causing him to chuckle. “My itch. And only I can scratch it. And it’s going to be a while before I do.”

“Michael,” I breathed, panting. “Please.”

His eyes taunted me as he got up and made his way up my body. Licking. Biting, Nipping. Sucking. I squirmed and moaned and begged.

He kissed me and I could taste my juices on my tongue. “Do you like the way you taste on my lips?”

I flushed, embarrassed.

“It’s okay to admit.” He unsnapped my bra from its front clasp and I gasped as my breasts broke free from the tight confinement. “Mmmm. Beautiful.”

He rolled me over on my side to face him and positioned his face against one nipple. A hand found my other nipple and I yelped out. It was so sensitive. So alert. So in need of his touch. “Michael,” I moaned again as he put the other nipple in his mouth. His tongue snuck out and began to lick the tip of it in earnest. “Oh, Michael!” It felt so good.

One hand held the lower part of my back to push my body against his as his tongue danced over my nipple. Using the fingers of his other hand, he pulled, pinched, and tickled my other nipple. I became delirious from the attention given to my nipples, yelling out his name, begging for mercy, pleading for more.

“Mmmm,” was all he said. “Mine.”

“Yes. Yours,” I admitted.

He switched sides, licking the tip of my other nipple, which he had made beautifully tender and sensitive from his pinching and fondling, and pulled and twisted the other. It was almost unbearable, the need between my legs flaming, pulsing, begging for attention.

“Please,” I begged. I couldn’t help it.

“Yes. Natalie. In due time. Are you warming up?” he said between licks and pinches. “I love your sensitivity. It’s been too long since I’ve given them the proper attention.”

“Michael! Please.”

“Answer the question. Are you warmer?”

“Yes,” I panted. “Too warm.”

“I’ll decide when you’re too warm. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I said, just barely.

“Yes…”

“Yes, Sir,” I said without flinching at all.

He smiled. “Mmmm. I like the sound of that.” He licked his lips. “And I’ll see right now if you’re too warm.”

He brought his mouth down my body as he pushed me onto my back again. He kissed and licked down my belly as I squirmed and writhed, anticipating how good it would feel when his lips and tongue found and relieved the ache between my legs.

“Yes. Please.”

He pushed my legs open and thrust two fingers into my wet hole and pumped hard and fast.

“Oh my god!”

“My itch to scratch,” he said, pausing to curl his fingers to find my g-spot. My toes curled as I felt an impending orgasm on me. “Itchy, baby?” he taunted.

“Yes! Yes. Please.”

“Not yet. I haven’t given you permission. I’m not done with you. Not quite warm enough for me yet.”

I felt those familiar tears overwhelming me again. The pain. The pleasure. The emotional turmoil and carnal lust I felt for him. I both loved and feared the reckless abandonment of giving up control to him. His dominance. I trembled.

“Ssssh. I’ve got you. I promise. Breathe… and trust me.”

He kissed my inner thighs as I moaned. His thumb lightly grazed my clit, up and down, leisurely, slowly, as his kisses tickled up and down my thighs, occasionally moving up to kiss the wetness of the lips between my legs. I didn’t think I could take much more.

“Michael. Please. I can’t take anymore.”

“Yes. You can. You don’t have a choice. You. Are. Mine. And I know you like it. So enjoy it and put away your guilt.”

He continued his torture upon my searing body, every nerve ending, every fiber attuned to his touch. His hands made their way back up my body, tickling lightly as he went, playing with the soft skin under my breasts. Finding my nipples, he pinched them, causing me to yelp out as his tongue licked strong and fast against my clit.

“I’m going to cum, Michael. I am. It’s coming. May I please cum?”

But he wouldn’t answer me. He licked my clit and darted his tongue into my wet hole as his fingers pulled and twisted my nipples. I was in pure ecstasy as the wave of orgasm began its point of no return.

I could feel his mouth smiling between my legs as he relentlessly licked and probed with his masterful tongue. He paused, “Not yet.”

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Author Bio

R.B. O’Brien has always been drawn to the more taboo side of storytelling, even as a young adult, from hiding books from strict Catholic parents as a teen to getting lost in the erotic sections of bookstores for hours. As a writer, O’Brien explores the darker, erotic nature of relationships, those riddled with the reality of insecurities and human folly, exposing the vulnerability, emotional turmoil, and occasional pain that can come from losing oneself in the heat of passion.

O’Brien holds a degree in English literature and happily resides in the Northeast of the United States. Her first series, the highly acclaimed Natalie’s Edge trilogy, is now available in ebook format and print. THORNE, O’Brien’s anticipated dark romance series, begins with Rose’s Dark Contract, a tale where things are not what they seem.

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Book Sale ♥ Saving Angels Series by: Annie Rose Welch!

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Annie Rose Welch – Saving Angels Series

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Marigny Street – Saving Angels #1

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SYNOPSIS:

Do you believe in the power of dreams?

Way down south on Marigny Street in the heart of New Orleans, the land of Catholic intercessions, purgatory, and supernatural superstitions, young Evangeline Chenier dreams of a radiant boy who saves her from a storm.  She takes the dream seriously – in her family, dreams are sometimes more than dreams.  Sometimes they foretell the future.  Sometimes they create it.

Years later, Eva is no longer the same wistful girl but a hardened woman who no longer believes in dreams. Losing faith in her gift, she becomes lost in a nightmare of emotion, mourning her son, separating from her husband, and stewing in a dead-end job. And then fate brings her an unlikely surprise: one of the most famous movie stars in the world, Gabriel Roberts.

Caught by something in his eyes, Eva agrees to show him the real Big Easy on his last night in New Orleans—an evening that turns into four dreamy days spent recapturing lost faith and discovering a love neither expected. Realizing Gabriel is the boy from her childhood dream, Eva must leave everything behind—her husband, her family, her history, and the beautiful city she calls home—and gamble it all for the dream that has saved her on MARIGNY STREET.

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I shook my head. “Tell me, Gabriel, what are your dreams about?”

“Nothing. I never dream.” He shrugged.

“Never?”

“I’ve never once in my life had a dream.  And I never look in a mirror – or I try my hardest not to anyway.”

“Why?”  How could you never dream?  Or look in a mirror?

He sighed.  “I believe the only things in this life that can truly show your reflection are the things you love the most in this world.  And I don’t love myself enough to want to look in the mirror.”  He laughed.  “But when I look at you I can see myself perfectly. And even though I never dream, I do pray.  Do you want to know what I prayed for before I met you?”

I nodded.

“I prayed for an angel – to save me.  I asked for a little help from up above, and now you’re here.  You are cake and ice cream; sugar and spice, and everything nice.  And when you smile, you make me feel the way the world looks when the sun shines through a foggy day.”

All I could do was smile.

Red Dirt Road – Saving Angels #2

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SYNOPSIS:

The Saving Angels Series continues…

A new cast is introduced, while journeys already taken start to merge with the present, leading you down the old Red Dirt Road.

Death has always seemed just one step behind Layla Hill, taking almost everyone she’s ever loved. After she loses the love of her life, Layla vows to never love again—how could she, when she’s a death magnet?

Trying to outrun fate traveling with her uncle Willie and his band, Layla meets Michael Roberts, a beautiful Irish boxer as gentle on the piano as he is brutal in the ring. He proves as relentless in life, fighting for a place in her world even as she pushes him away, trying to protect him from her killer tendencies.

But neither foresees the sinister presence waiting for Layla at the end of the Red Dirt Road.

EXCERPT:

“Yes, you do.  The games we both play.  The way you constantly run away from me.  How you hide in your office and watch me from afar, from behind the window blind.  Do you need me to point out the indention you’ve made?  I see you, just like you see me when I’m watching and looking for you.  I refuse to love you from afar anymore.  This is ridiculous!”

“No, it’s not!  Yes, okay, I admit, I do watch and dream about you, because it’s the only thing I can do, the only way to keep you safe and satisfy myself.  I refuse to lose you.  I won’t.”

“You’re not going to lose me.  Please, stop putting those thoughts in your head.  I cannot promise you that I’ll live forever, but I’ll try my hardest to stay with you for as long as God’s willing to allow me.”

“Which won’t be long when the universe confuses you for me and takes you from me.”

The honesty was spilling out – slightly slurred but freely given.

“There is no force in the world that could take me away from you.  I was meant for you.  I was created for you.  I can feel it.  I come alive when you’re near me.  Can’t you see that?”

He pulled my face toward his, forcing me to look at him.

“You’re killing me by forcing me away, yet you worry about my life being taken.  You can’t see that you’re doing that yourself by pushing me away!  You need to stop living life this way.  You’re wasting your gift.  Before you know it, your life is going to be over and so is mine, and there will be no going back.  So please, it would be an honor to love you, freely, without any hesitation.  You’re going to have to decide, right now: what do you want.  Do you want me to leave?  Or do you want me to stay and love you?  Let me love you!”

The choice seemed so easy – it was either life or death – but I was so confused.

“I don’t know…”

He slammed his hands against the wall.

“Tell me!  What do you want, Layla?”

Lotus Blossom Lane – Saving Angels #3

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SYNOPSIS:

Life after Yuma was blissful for Layla and Michael.  After the turmoil of the old Red Dirt Road, their journey seemed to be moving them in the right direction, leading them to Ireland, Michael’s birthplace, where history runs deep and secrets run even deeper.  As the road to happily-ever-after leads them down Lotus Blossom Lane, years of entombed history starts to emerge, changing the course of their lives forever.  And the person waiting for them at the end of Lotus Blossom Lane, one of the biggest starts in the world, will bring them to the Crossroads of the Saving Angels Series.

EXCERPT:

“Can you believe this?” I closed my eyes, and the tiny specks felt like confetti falling delicately on my face.

He turned my face toward his. “Look into my eyes, Mrs. Roberts,” he whispered. “There’s nothing on this earth more gorgeous than you, in this moment. I refuse to take my eyes away from you.” He continued to search my eyes, just as if he was seeing me for the first time. “From this moment on, you’ll never be alone. Never, for as long as we fly together, will I ever let you fall.” He rested his forehead against mine.

“I love you,” I breathed onto his lips as the snow continued to fall around us, turning the earth bright white in the pitch-black darkness.

The Crossroads – Saving Angels #4

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SYNOPSIS:

How do you get there, darlin’? Well, na’, you start by taking Brighten Place.  Follow that road all the way down to Marigny Street.  After you travel a little distance you’ll come to an old Red Dirt Road, and that road will take you even further, to Lotus Blossom Lane, but you’ve already been that way.  Na’ you’re exactly where you should be, darlin’.  You’ve arrive at The Crossroads of your life.

Gabriel Roberts is the most famous movie star in the world.  He has everything one man could ever want.  He has everything except the one thing he feels will fulfill his purpose and complete his life.

Raphael Rose is dying of pneumonia.  As he waits on the waning clock of mortality to chime, he has a story to share.  One of star-crossed lovers he has never lost hope for.

Two doors down, Madam Catalina has her own story – a shocking past, a love of a lifetime left undone.

Locked behind the doors of Charity Hospital during Hurricane Evangeline, the tangling of souls has unraveled and left each of them at the crossroads of their life.  And in the end, whichever road they choose will lead them home.

EXCERPT:

But there is a charge between us that cannot be ignored.  It’s too strong, and there seems to be a light created from the two of us.  I don’t know if it’s the tension of issues, the heat, all of the strange occurrences and discoveries over the last couple of hours, or all of the above, but I throw myself on her.

I crush my mouth against hers, forcing her back to the wall. A slight moan escapes her mouth as she pulls me closer, runs her hands through my hair. She leaps up, her legs wrapping around my waist, her hands somehow lifting my shirt. The momentum sends me crashing into the shelf behind us. Things fall around us in disarray. But nothing else matters. She has something I desperately need.

I feel her body, all of it, her tender flesh, her nirvana curves as I run my lips back and forth against the base of her throat. I can feel the beat of the pulse beneath her skin throbbing against me. I can taste the salty sweat on her skin, but it’s mixed with sweetness, like delicious wild honey. And I can’t seem to get enough, as my tongue finds the delicate skin just above her breasts, making a trail back to her lips.

She pulls away from the kiss, my teeth lightly biting on her bottom lip. She sways back and forth with the rhythm and the rocking of our bodies moving in perfect harmony. She comes toward me again, our lips meeting in some desperate plea. Her hair falls wildly around us, only making her seem unreal. I moan into her mouth, knowing she can feel the vibration of my need against her tongue, while my fingers get lost in the thickness of her hair. I can spend my forever kissin’ on her this way, buryin’ myself, losing myself in her this way.

Sparrow Way – Saving Angels #5

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SYNOPSIS:

The final journey of the Saving Angels series has come to an end.  All roads have led you to…

“What’s the address?” she asks.

“Eleven Sparrow Way.”

She closes her eyes for a moment. “I like that. Our journey has flown us here, flown us home…”

Gabriel Roberts found his happily ever after at The Crossroads of his life. He found his brother, Michael, his history in the Legion, and the love of his life, his Evangeline. He has finally arrived at the place he always yearned for—home.

But time stops for no one; not even an angel.

For years Gabriel has guarded what is most precious to him, Evangeline and their transcendent love story. When the opportunity presents itself in an unexpected way, Gabriel decides to tell his story, and in doing so, answers the riddle of his heart: If life is the journey of years, perhaps love is the journey of a lifetime?

EXCERPT:

The concierge had arranged for us two cruising bikes so that we could explore the area and voyage to the famous restaurant that we had heard so much about.

Eva hops on the purple one, sticking me with the pink one that has a wicker basket attached to the front.

“That’s for the fly comment.” She snickers.

“Real men work pink,” I say. “Or so Brad says. He told me my coloring is perfect for pink.”

We cruise into the misty day, the sun barely shining through the many Monterey cypress trees that line the hilly area. Eva steadies her bike and releases the handle- bars. She spreads her arms wide like a bird spreading its wings.

As we peddle, I hear music in the distance floating from one of the houses on the opposite side of the street. I listen harder, trying to place the beat.

“Do you hear that?” I bounce a bit from the turbulence of the tires.

Eva grabs the handlebars. “I would never leave you alone…something, something, something.”

“Hell yeah!” I beat the handlebars with my thumbs to the heavy pace of the drums. “Eva, ‘I’ll be’…” I sing some of the song. “I love The Karate Kid! This place reminds me of the movie.”

“That’s about the only movie you do like.”

“It’s a classic, like Rocky. And if we weren’t riding these bicycles, I’d show you my karate moves! Hi-ya!” I chop the air. “What are you laughing about? You just don’t know the moves your husband has!”

“Hold on, Gabriel-san! Banzai!” Eva shouts, before we go flying down a steep street.

“I love it here. I feel like I can breathe better! The air seems lighter.”

“Don’t get used to it. “We’re not taking up permanent residency in the big shake.” I take the camera from the basket as the bole straightens out. I slow down a bit, getting a prime shot of her butt bouncing up and down on the seat. “The scenery is quite beautiful, though.”

She looks behind for a second. “Race you!” She starts going faster and I have to take the camera and throw it in the basket to peddle harder.

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Born and raised in New Orleans, Annie has a habit of shortening her words and telling long stories. She speaks with a southern flair and cooks with it too. At the tender age of twenty- one, she hitched up her wagons (took her first plane ride) and moved out west to the big shake (California).

Her writing career began one sleepless night when she imagined a gorgeous woman and a man with maniacal hair floating above her like lightening bugs falling from the sky. Curious about them, their story, and why they were floating around in her head, she sat down and penned (typed) her first novel, Marigny Street. A dream come true for her, she hasn’t stopped writing since. She loves a damn good love story, always has, no matter what the genre. She is particularly moved by imperfect love that in its own unique way is perfect, the notion of love at first sight, soul mates, and things that are generally out of the norm.

When she’s not writing she enjoys dabbling in photography and finding new, inspirational music to add to her collection. Deciding on a whim to hitch up those same wagons, Annie currently resides in Texas (where everything is bigger) with her husband, daughter, and their two peculiar dogs, Boudreaux and Tabasco (who, call her crazy, bark with an accent).

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Sometimes a Reaper has to do what a Reaper does. It would be wise for a life-mate to remember that!

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Two college basketball players find themselves alone on V-Day evening. (M/F)

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All I want for Valentine’s Day is to get barbed by a feline shifter and act out a few of the naughty twin fantasies getting me hot and bothered.

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BOOK INFORMATION

TITLE – Her Dream Lover
SERIES – The Darkest Legion Series
AUTHOR – Siren Allen
GENRE – Paranormal Romance
PUBLICATION DATE – October 21, 2015
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 117,000 words
PUBLISHER – Driven Independent Media
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EDITOR – Gina Fiserova


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BOOK SYNOPSIS

Every time she closes her eyes, he’s there…waiting for her.

Working night shift at a mental hospital was never Brandi Connelly’s dream job, but in order to pay her grandmother’s medical bills she’s willing to do whatever she has to. Her new job seems like a piece of cake, there is only one thing keeping her from enjoying it – Draken Barrand, a patient.

Thoughts of her patient haunt her night and day and she’s too embarrassed to tell anyone about the strange dreams she’s having about him. Partly because she’s afraid they will think she’s crazy…mostly because the things that go on while she’s sleeping make her blush.

As the nightly visions become all too real she’s afraid they’re not dreams at all. If these nightly fantasies are real, that means everything her dream lover has told her is real, which means that the little mating ritual she so excitedly participated in was real. Soon she will change into a demon and there’s nothing she can do about it.

Claimed and marked, she now belongs to a creature of the night. There’s just one upside to this – he’s trapped behind the walls of a mental institution. That means she has time to figure out a way to stop the change… well, she would’ve had time, if her mate hadn’t broken out of his cell.

He’s tired of being alone.

Draken Barrand is determined to claim his mate. There’s just one problem – he’s unlawfully trapped behind the walls of a mental institution. The only way he can reach her is through her dreams, where he claims her and marks her as his own. But his mate’s life is threatened when the Leader of his Legion finds out about his unlawful mating.

Will Draken be able to break free of his cell in time to save his woman? If he does, will she finally accept him as the man of her dreams and her reality?


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EXCERPT #1

“Brandi Connelly, I fear you have stolen my heart right from my chest.” He was so close to her she could feel his breath on her lips. “From this day forward I will never be the same.”

Neither would she. With her eyes still closed Brandi felt a lone tear escape from her eyes and travel down her cheek.

Draken wiped it away. “I am yours forever,” he whispered and he sounded so sincere.

Opening her eyes she stared up at him while he caressed her cheek and stared down at her with an expression of amazement on his face.

“Wish I’d found you sooner,” he told her. “Before I became the broken being I am today.”

EXCERPT #2

Though his demon couldn’t fully emerge, Draken still pulled back and stared down at his woman. She blinked up at him. The lust she felt showed in her expression. He wanted to satisfy her, wanted to slate her lust then tease her body until it returned.

“Why did you stop? I didn’t want you to stop.”

Both man and beast growled with pleasure. She didn’t want him to stop. Her confession made his confidence soar. It was a miracle he hadn’t scared her away with his inexperience. If he did it right, maybe she wouldn’t notice that this was his first time.

Taking a deep breath, he silently begged his beast to be patient. There was something he wanted to do to her, something he’d dreamed of doing since he first smelled her scent. He would do it now, before he lost the nerve.

“Lie down on the pillows,” he told her. “I want to taste the rest of you.”


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♥ My Review ♥

Title: Her Dream Lover
Series: The Darkest Legion
Author: Siren Allen
Genre: Erotic Romance / Paranormal
Rating: 4 ‘s

If you’re a fan of demons, you’re going to love this book! A word of advice: skip the glossary. It was a thoughtful gesture, but the author explained everything so well in the story, it was unnecessary. All of the characters were fleshed out nicely, offering a variety of good, bad and evil to look forward to learning more about in the rest of the series. My personal favorite sub-character is: [insert drum-roll] Rage. He’s definitely the comic relief in the plot, and quite good at it!  Now, on to the details…

Draken Barrand has been imprisoned in a special cell inside of the Lakefield Mental Hospital for ten years. The only problem is he isn’t ‘criminally insane,’ as his file would suggest. He’s half-demon. His only crime was being a threat to his uncle’s position as the Leader of the Legion. After losing his father to murder, he’s content to spend his time in a drug-induced stasis, where he doesn’t have to feel anything… until he smells his mate. For the first time in a decade, his demon stirs and refuses to be subdued again. Weakened by the specific metals of his cage, the only thing Draken can do is call out to his mate telepathically and remember what it is to be a Dream Chaser.

To say Brandi Connelly had a horrible childhood is the understatement of the century, but thanks to her grandma she’d managed to grow into a fairly decent adult. And adults have to pay bills. That was the only reason why she applied for a job at the Lakefield Hospital, because her history with hearing voices soon resurfaces, reminding her that a mental institution… probably not the smartest place for her to be. Especially, when she meets the only patient kept in the basement. Mr. Barrand is nine kinds of crazy, and ten kinds of hot. Every time she closes her eyes, he’s right there with her, making her fall for him by being the perfect dream lover. Unfortunately, their sleepy-time rendezvous are so vivid, Brandi starts wondering if it’s her own loneliness making it difficult to separate fantasy from reality… or if something far more sinister is at play?

There was a lot of repetitive information that could have been completely cut out, without ruining the story a single bit, because that was simply amazing! The plot is unique and kept me reading the whole way through. It touched on all my fave’s: Great dialogue, snarky comebacks, witty banter, macabre, actual villains, sweet romance, and some wickedly hot erotica that even crept into super-extra naughty a few times!

Both Draken and Brandi have their moments where you absolutely love them, and then they have their moments where you wish you could reach into the pages and strangle them. A few times, I had to stop and remind myself that, as much as I wish she wouldn’t, Brandi was reacting exactly like any normal, sane human being would react – and trust me, Draken sometimes deserved it!  In the end, I felt satisfied with the characters’ developments and I can’t wait to see where the next book takes them!

Reviewed for My Family’s Heart


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Draken Barrand:

Trapped in a mental institution, Draken has never experienced the outside world. There’s been no first kiss for him, no first job, no first crush. The poor demon hasn’t even tasted chocolate before. All of that changes when he meets Brandi. With new sensations coursing through his body, he’s determined to claim her. First, he has to break out of the psych ward. Second, he has to learn to calm his inner beast. Both man and beast want a taste of Brandi. They refuse to let an annoying thing like cell bars and demonic rules keep them away from her.

Brandi Connelly:

Curvy with a hint of sass, Brandi has spent most of her life hiding in the shadows. Picked on as a kid because she was a little heavier than the popular girls, Brandi believed she would never meet a man who would appreciate her, curves and all. To her surprise, she finds that and more in Draken Barrand. Too bad he’s a patient in the psych ward. Oh yeah, and he’s a demon. Go figure. Did I mention she’s his mate?

Josphe Barrand:

He’s the Leader of the Legion. He doesn’t have time for love, friends or even family. The only thing on his mind is getting the job done. He’s willing to kill to make sure he achieves his goal. The only thing in his way is his cousin Draken and Draken’s new mate. But they won’t be in his way for long. Killing them will be easy. Or so he thinks…


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AUTHOR BIO

Siren Allen is a writer and lover of all things erotic and romantic. She resides in southern Mississippi where she writes steamy romances that are guaranteed to make you blush. When she’s not listening to the characters in her head and jotting down their adventures, she’s busy working as a Clinical Laboratory Technician.

Her weekends are spent writing and having sleepover’s for her wonderful nieces and nephews. She loves to travel, preferably with her husband, so he can do all of the driving. She enjoys time with her family, who are just as silly as she is. She doesn’t have any children…yet!

Her hobbies are reading, writing and shopping, though she hates trying on clothing. If she wasn’t a writer or a Laboratory Professional, she swears she would be a Secret Agent. But that’s the beauty of being a writer; you can create your own world and be whoever you want to be. In her imaginary world she is Queen and her siblings are her minions.

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Three very different girls searching for love.

Everyone deserves a happy ending, that’s what Penny Stanton thought. Only her ending was anything but happy after her husband died. Her friends had been an amazing support system over the year following Maxwell’s death, but there was a hole in Penny’s heart she felt would never heal. Can an old flame reignite her passion and make her take a second chance on love?

Mattie Irons was rambunctious, charming, and smart. She was the apple of her parents’ eyes until her baby brother was born. Her parents, especially her mother, spent more time cooing over the infant than paying attention to Mattie. Now Mattie is feeling unloved, leaving Sebastian and Tess searching for a way to abate their daughter’s fears.

Kate Hamilton has made the move to England to be with her daughter and son-in-law. Her new upper-crust English lifestyle is a long way from middle class suburbia in America. She volunteers at the local children’s hospital and helps Tess raise the children. Yet Sutton castle is a large building and it, along with its butler, are very intimidating. Can she adapt to this new life as her daughter did and find love again?

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BLURB – The CEO and The Cowboy

The whole thing about relationships and feelings confuses the heck out of Calhoun. He’s a simple cowboy and he’d been planning to marry a long-time friend for a while. When he finally realizes it doesn’t feel right, he lets her go. He probably shouldn’t have gone to her wedding to another man, but she wanted him there. But that’s when he really gets confused. His eye is drawn to a seriously hot businessman…and that sure does unnerve him…and yet….

Emotionally burned by the last man he thought he’d loved, Daniel isn’t anxious to replace him. But there is something about the proud, bedroom-eyed cowboy who shows up at his friend’s wedding. The CEO isn’t even sure if the cowboy’s gay, although the heat firing between them makes him wonder….

What he does know is that he plans to find out.

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Rancher Calhoun Cordell and businessman Daniel Patterson have struggled for almost two years as a couple, with careers and goals often in conflict. A tragic fire, leading to a traumatized valuable breeding mare, has Calhoun sending for a well-known horse whisperer. Except the man is dead. His daughter, Ruby McMurtry, shows up for the job instead and complicates their lives even more.

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Genre: Contemporary, erotic romance, GLBT, gay romance, western, ménage

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Excerpt from The CEO and The Cowboy (PG13 Rating)

“Want a tour?” He desperately wanted to get him up to his bedroom. He wanted to strip him out of that Western-cut suit, find out if he was a boxers or briefs man. He was curious if those pecs were as muscled as he suspected, if the abs were six-packed. He longed to….

“Why did you really bring me here?”

Surprised, he stood quietly for several long seconds, debating how to answer. Then he decided actions might just be better than words at the moment. If he had the nerve. Yes! Yes, you do.

He moved directly in front of him, watched the man’s nostrils flare, and his eyes widen. But the cowboy didn’t step back, and he didn’t look ready to send a fist into his face. Nerves tangling in his stomach, he put his hands around Cordell’s neck and leaned closer.

The big man tensed, but still didn’t tell him to back off. He didn’t say a word, just stood there looking wary, but determined. Clearly curious. Cautious, too.

Unable to resist any longer, he slanted his mouth over the tempting lips. Fire seared him. Need. Desperation.

Cordell stiffened even more, and he was pretty sure his cowboy had never done this before. He appeared uncomfortable, and his heart pounded so hard he could feel it. Yet he didn’t pull away.

Not wanting to frighten the man off, he gently slid his tongue along the crease of those lips until, finally, they opened. He had to have more, but he had to go slowly.

Surprising him again, he felt Cordell put his arms around his waist, pushing under his suit coat, pulling him closer. God, yes!

Heat raged through him, and he felt the warmth of the body pressed against his. Their hearts thudded, chest against chest. Then the man shuddered even as they tangled tongues.

Excerpt from For Ruby’s Love (R Rating)

The quiet opening of the drawer on Daniel’s nightstand captured his focus. Damn! In a panic, he hurried over, knowing there was a selection of intimate toys inside and unsure how she would feel about finding them. Why couldn’t she have opened his nightstand drawer on the other side of the bed? All his held were condoms, lubricants, and massage oils.

His face flamed as he blurted out, “I don’t think—”

“Oh my!” She lifted out two of their most used toys, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You guys must have a good time together.”

“Yes, but….” Talk about uncomfortable! A hell of a turn on, too. Just seeing her small hands holding the items made his heart race. He’d no doubt think about this whenever he and Daniel dug into the drawer again.

He started to reach for the toys, but she grinned and pulled them close…right next to her breasts. An action that made his raging erection grow even more.

She held out their newest purchase, one his lover had used on him last week. Sitting the smaller one down beside her, she admired the black, anatomically-designed, five-inch-long tool. Her fingers danced over the vinyl stimulator as she studied it. “And this is? It’s too short for a dildo.”

To prove her point, she picked up the ten-inch Bad Boy dildo she’d set down and held them side by side. She cocked her head and waited for his answer.

He fought the urge to rip them from her hands and toss them back into the drawer. But she looked interested, not judgmental. Sighing in resignation, he said, “The black one is a plug.”

“That means?” She appeared thoughtful and admitted, “I’ve read about dildos, so I sort of understand them. I’ve even been thinking about getting one.” Her cheeks turned pink.

Starla Kaye wears many hats professionally and as a writer. She is the community coordinator for a Midwestern accounting firm, a gerontologist who volunteers with an active group of senior adults, a mentor/teacher of writing, and a multi-published author. She dabbles in writing romances of many sub-genres: contemporary, historical Western, medieval, sci-fi, fantasy, paranormal, and Regency. To date she has published 20 novels, 38 novellas, 8 anthologies, and 18 short stories. You can learn more about her work at http://starlakaye.com

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♥ Perfect Imperfections by: Cardeno C. ♥ Excerpt & Giveaway! ♥

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Cover - Perfect ImperfectionsHollywood royalty Jeremy Jameson has lived a sheltered life with music as his sole focus and only friend. Before embarking on yet another international concert tour, he wanders into a bar in what he considers the middle of nowhere and meets a man who wins him over with his friendly smile and easy-going nature. Accountant slash bartender slash adventure-seeker Reg Moore has fun talking and drinking with The Jeremy Jameson and can’t say no when the supposedly straight rock star makes him a once in a lifetime offer: keep him company on his tour by playing the part of his boyfriend.

Listening to music, traveling the world, and jumping off cliffs is fun. Falling in love is even better. But to stay with Jeremy after the stage lights dim, Reg will need to help him realize there’s nothing pretend about their relationship.

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After a mutual laughing fit about yet another of Reg’s college tales, Reg put an end to Jeremy’s joy by saying, “Hey, Jeremy, man, I don’t want to rush you out of here, but we usually close at midnight during the week, and it’s almost one.”

“Oh.” Suddenly feeling sober and tense again, Jeremy rubbed his hand over his nose and reached for his leather jacket, which he’d tossed over the empty barstool next to him hours earlier. “Sure. Yeah. Sorry about that.” He pulled a handful of bills out of his wallet and threw them on the bar, not bothering to count them. “Keep the change.”

Keys in hand, Jeremy climbed off his stool, planning to leave the bar. He was surprised when Reg darted his upper body forward and snagged his keys.

“Hold on, man. It’s late and you’re drunk. Is there someone who can come pick you up?”

Jeremy snorted. “No. I’m in, uh….” He tried to remember the name of the nothing little town. “Whatever Park.” He rolled his eyes. “Why would I know anybody here?”

“Wow. I’ve had people turn into violent shitheads when I cut them off, but snobby diva is new.” Reg flung his everpresent towel into the bar sink and locked up the register. “I was going to offer you my couch for the night, ’cause there aren’t any motels in walking distance, and I have better beer than we serve here, but you can go ahead and sleep it off in your car, superstar. I’ll bring you your keys in the morning.”

“Oh.” Hearing that Reg hadn’t been throwing him out but had, instead, been trying to change locations, vanquished Jeremy’s resurfacing tension. With that relief came the realization that he had acted like all the stuck-up assholes he couldn’t stand. “Crap.” Falling into a nervous childhood habit he hadn’t been fully able to shake, Jeremy tugged the collar of his salmon-colored T-shirt into his mouth and chewed on it. “I didn’t mean to, uh…” He rubbed his palm over his eyes. “I’m sorry that I…” A thought slammed into him, making him flinch and then gape at Reg. “You called me superstar.”

“I also called you a snobby diva.” Reg arched his eyebrows. “Are you ready to earn a spot on my couch and a bottle of Kilt Lifter by playing nice?”

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Cardeno C. – CC to friends – is a hopeless romantic who wants to add a lot of happiness and a few “awwws” into a reader’s day. Writing is a nice break from real life as a corporate type and volunteer work with gay rights organizations. Cardeno’s stories range from sweet to intense, contemporary to paranormal, long to short, but they always include strong relationships and walks into the happily-ever- after sunset.

Cardeno’s Home, Family, and Mates series have received awards from Love Romances and More Golden Roses, Rainbow Awards, the Goodreads M/M Romance Group, and various reviewers. But even more special to CC are heartfelt reactions from readers, like, “You bring joy and love and make it part of the every day.”

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ONE DAY BLITZ STARTS TOMORROW!!!

HAPPY NEW YEAR WOW!!!

(World of WordPress… hehehe)

First, I really hope that everyone had a wonderful holiday!  Ours was great, hectic, fun and then I got a little stomach bug right afterward, or I would’ve been back sooner.  I do have an exciting announcement, though, so I am keeping my fingers crossed that everyone’s hangovers aren’t too bad in the morning, because…

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It’s time for The Zen Lounge’s one day blitz hosted by My Family’s Heart Book Tours! Starting tomorrow morning and spanning 28 blogs, you’ll have the opportunity to catch exclusive author interviews, character bios, never before released excerpts and of course, a rafflecopter for prizes – to include a FREE e-book copy of The Zen Lounge!

I will be keeping my Twitter (@AuthorACMelody) and Facebook pages updated all day long with links to each of the different blogs that have been amazing enough to host this event!

Hope to see you there!

Calling All Voters!

As smart-alecky as I can be sometimes – I gotta give the Instigator credit for coming up with some pretty awesome ideas… This one requires the help of all of you out there in the blogging community.  What I’m looking to propose is a popularity contest.  Over the next few days, I will post an excerpt from 4 different stories that I have in the works, and on the last post, I will attach a poll, so that everyone can vote for their favorite one.  I’ll leave the poll open for two weeks,  for I know people are busy traveling and visiting with family for the Thanksgiving holiday.  Whichever excerpt has the most votes by December 7th will be the first story I finish and attempt to submit to a publisher!

What do you get out of it, you ask?  Well… the satisfaction of knowing that the story you want to read will be done before everyone else’s!  High-five, you!  Now, you can do the happy dance and be all “In your face, biotches!” – Okay, that probably isn’t a very good incentive.  Tell you what, I will answer one question (keep it nice, ya’ll) from everyone who voted for the winner – or I will write a blog-post about any subject you want (within reason), even if that means I’ll have to research my little bum off in order to do it.  Of course, I’m always open to other suggestions.  Thanks in advance to everyone who ends up participating, I really appreciate it!