#FREE Read ♥ Forget Me Knot by Lori King

Forget Me Knot (Crawley Creek Book 1)

One look was all it took, and all Lacy’s good intentions went out the window…

Forget Me Knot (Crawley Creek Book 1) by [King, Lori]

She is a good girl, a smart girl, a logical girl. Vacation romances were never on the agenda. But from the moment Lacy Denvers’ locked eyes with the sexy ranch owner, Drannon Russo all of her good intentions flew out the window.

Drannon has one focus, making Crawley Creek Ranch a success. People depend on him, lives are a stake. He’d buried his dreams of a family of his own, knowing he had to keep his head in the game. Then Lacy arrives at his ranch.
Lacy and Drannon are soon caught up in a whirlwind of passion that leave them both thunderstruck. But what amazes them even more is emotional connection that they find in one another’s arms.

Snowbound, these two find their dance is the beginning of something magical, but as the snow melts will reality rear its ugly head or will this city girl find her heart’s desire on North Dakota cattle Ranch?

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Meet the Author

Lori King

Best-selling author, Lori King, is also a full-time wife and mother of three boys. Although she rarely has time to just enjoy feminine pursuits; at heart she is a hopeless romantic. She spends her days dreaming up Alpha men, and her nights telling their stories. An admitted TV and book junkie, she can be found relaxing with a steamy story, or binging in an entire season of some show online. She gives her parents all the credit for her unique sense of humor and acceptance of all forms of love. There are no two loves alike, but you can love more than one with your whole heart.

With the motto: Live, Laugh, and Love like today is your only chance, she will continue to write as long as you continue to read. Thank you for taking the time to indulge in a good Happily Ever After with her. Find out more about her current projects at http://lorikingbooks.com, or look her up on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/LoriKingBooks or Twitter: https://twitter.com/LoriKingBooks.

99¢ Sale! ♥ Dark Lovers by Elle Boon

Dark Lovers
Iron Wolves MC
Book 5

Raina wanted what every female wanted…As the only daughter of the vampire king, and a wolf shifter she was given everything she could ask for. Sheltered her entire life. Until her world was turned upside down as she was kidnapped to become Satan’s consort.

Creed was equal parts good and bad, or so he said…Being the son of Satan and an angel, he lived a life filled with death and battle. Each he excelled at, until he saw something he’d die for. Raina Cordell, his Chosen.

What would you do to save those you love? For Creed, he’d give up his eternal soul to the very being who’d relish in his blood. Raina had searched for hundreds of years for what her parents had, thinking never to find the one being who would complete her. Just as she finds him, she has a choice. Her life, or his. Will they survive the coming battle, or will the battle be more than either are willing to sacrifice?

The son of Satan and an Angel finds his Chosen in the last place he’d ever thought…his father’s chambers. A vampire/shifter hybrid stolen from her bed, Raina was sure her life was over, until she meets Creed, the son of the devil himself, now she’s found a reason to fight…her Hearts Love.

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~Night Owl Review Top Pick~ OMG Talk about a paranormal treasure trove! From Hell to Heaven and plains in between, this story has tons of imagination. Each setting has wonderful descriptions of its landscape and its inhabitants. Some are places that you may have visited before in other books by Ms. Boon because there are several characters from her other books in this one. She has a wonderful way of meshing her books so that they intertwine. It’s always a pleasure to see a loved character in a different setting. Raina and Creed are fantastic characters that are done with care. And, as in every book Ms. Boon writes, the sex is hot and there is a lot of it. However, don’t expect Raina and Creed to jump right into bed as they have just met.

Raina has no idea how she got to Hell nor how to get out of it. Creed never expected to find his Chosen in his father’s realm. Now, he has to figure out how to get them out of his father’s reach and then how to explain to Raina that she’s his Chosen. Nothing like having to do the impossible!

~The Book Chick~ I typically don’t enjoy angel and demon romances but Elle Boon’s rendering of this story was so well done that I was immediately immersed in the story when I started reading. You had an angel/demon hybrid who fell in love with a vampire/shifter who was rescued by wolves and assisted by the fae. This story could not be more amazing. I love the twists, turns, and connections to the Iron Wolves. Boon definitely continues to up her game with this series.

 

MEET THE AUTHOR

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Elle Boon lives in Middle-Merica as she likes to say…with her husband, two kids, and a black lab who is more like a small pony. She’d never planned to be a writer, but when life threw her a curve, she swerved with it, since she’s athletically challenged. She’s known for saying “Bless Your Heart” and dropping lots of F-bombs, but she loves where this new journey has taken her.

She writes what she loves to read, and that is romance, whether it’s erotic, Navy SEALs, or paranormal, as long as there is a happily ever after. Her biggest hope is that after readers have read one of her stories, they fall in love with her characters as much as she did. She loves creating new worlds, and has more stories just waiting to be written. Elle believes in happily ever afters, and can guarantee you will always get one with her stories.

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#Giveaway & #Excerpt ♥ Truly Helpless by Joey W. Hill

Being truly helpless is the only thing that can save him. But it’s the one thing he’s not willing to do.

Marius has all the things a Mistress could want in a one-night-sub encounter. Hot body, loads of charm and a willingness to get her off in any way she pleases. That’s his reputation at The Zone. But Marius has a dark side. When a Mistress pushes him for something deeper, he’ll push back, mess with her head. When he takes it too far one night, The Zone management has had enough. He’s kicked out of the club and there’s only one way back in—Lady Regina.

Regina’s been studying Marius for a while. She enjoys her submissives in all flavors, and she likes them challenging, though not usually the “knight-in-distress” type, so screwed up she’d need a backhoe to dig him out of his dysfunctions. But on that pivotal night, she sees something in Marius. He doesn’t know what it means to be truly helpless to a Mistress, but he needs it, more than any sub she’s ever encountered. And that’s a challenge this Mistress can’t resist.

Excerpt

Background: Regina is tending Marius after he competes in an illegal fight…

She stepped back. “You’ll do. I suppose you know a hot shower when you get home is the best remedy, on top of the ibuprofen you just took. Though I’d highly recommend a tetanus update and having your head examined.”

He kept staring at her. He wanted to make her nervous with his silence. Tough luck with that, boy, she thought. You want to self-gag, it doesn’t bother me.

Answering in kind, she tossed one final wipe into the trash and headed for the door. Embracing her Mistress side meant understanding there was an energy flow between Dom and sub once a connection was made, even if the connection was the rope in a tug of war. She rode that energy how it was meant to be ridden, not forcing her own expectations on it. It worked better that way. She’d accomplished what mattered most to her here, which was confirming he’d finally released that surfeit of potent energy from his session at the club earlier in the night. He was leveling out. While he could likely use a lot more aftercare, they were quite a distance from him earning that kind of treatment from her.

“You don’t want to talk about what happened in Tyler’s office?” he said abruptly. “Or why you followed me here?”

“No.” She continued to move toward the opening that would lead back to the ring area and then the parking lot. She didn’t need or want to stay any longer. She didn’t anticipate that he would do or say anything to hold her there longer, so it was a pleasant surprise when he did.

“You didn’t say what you thought of the fight.”

She pivoted and met his gaze. “No, I didn’t. Would you like to know?”

He could look wary, like an animal being baited into a trap. He had thick, dark lashes. His gray eyes were like the mirror surface of a lake. “Yeah,” he said at last.

“Okay.” She returned to him. There was a pen sitting next to the tray of gauze. Picking it up, she extended her hand, looking pointedly at one of his. When he offered it, she clasped his wrist and wrote an address on the inside of his forearm, along with Friday, 6:30pm.

His fingers flexed above her grip and she was aware of his breath stirring tendrils of hair against her cheek. Her hip pressed against his knee. She imagined sliding between his spread thighs, tasting the metallic flavor lingering on his lips, feeling the flex of his shoulder muscles under her splayed fingers and firm palms. His hands would curve over her hips, his own fingers digging in, showing he wanted and needed her.

Careful, girl, she thought. Don’t screw with your own head. He’ll do enough of that without your help.

“Meet me there and I’ll tell you.” Setting the pen aside, she laid a hand on the side of his face. His gaze lifted to her. “Get some rest. Take care of yourself.”

When he started to lift his hand to clasp her arm, she drew back and shook her head, a denial. His lips set in a thin line. “That a command, Mistress?” he asked tonelessly.

“Take it however you want.”

He curled his fingers around the edge of the table, body leaning forward, eyes suddenly cold and hard. “It wouldn’t matter, anyway, since you don’t really like me.”

“No. I don’t,” she responded frankly. “But I care about you. That doesn’t require that I like you.”

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Author Bio

Winner of the RT Book Reviews Career Achievement award, Joey W. Hill has published over forty contemporary and paranormal BDSM erotic romances, including six series. Her emotionally-intense love stories offer everything from vampires, mermaids, witches and angels, to boardroom executives, cops and simple housemaids. With her books, she suggests “don’t look past the sex; look in it, and find a wonderful story to touch the heart and soul.”

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#BookSale ♥ Twisted Honor by: Becky McGraw!

The last thing Slade wants is to be in charge of anyone but himself and his dog Lola. The military taught him the high price of being in command and he wants none of it. But Dave Logan, his boss and best friend, doesn’t care what he wants and puts Slade in the hot seat at Deep Six Security while he goes off the grid with his new bride. Just as Slade knew it would, a Charlie Foxtrot quickly follows and he loses the hard-won peace in his life when a high-profile client’s son is kidnapped from under their noses at a luxury hotel and Deep Six Security’s biggest contract in jeopardy on his watch.

With no leads in the case, Slade is desperate for help, so he hires Taylor Kincaid, the hotel’s small, but feisty former head of security when she gets fired over the incident. As the situation unravels Slade realizes hiring her has only added to his responsibilities, though, when someone takes pot shots at her and it doesn’t appear to be the kidnappers. Things go from bad to worse when a terrorist plot is uncovered and Slade has some tough choices to make fast. Does he save the child and the contract, the woman who ties him in knots but he might could see himself loving, or does he save the whole state before the grenade in his hand explodes?

Twisted Honor is the second book in a brand new erotic romantic suspense series, Deep Six Security, by New York Times, USA Today and Amazon Bestselling Author Becky McGraw.

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Till Death – Book One
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SEALed Fate (Deep Six Security/Hot SEALs Kindle Worlds Crossover Novella)

PLEASE NOTE: This book contains strong language and graphic sex. It is intended for mature adult readers only.

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Killing Secrets by: K.L. Docter ♥ Book Blast!

Killing Secrets

(Thorne’s Thorns Book 1)

by K.L. Docter

Some secrets are better left dead.

Rachel James’ ex-husband is released from prison determined to reclaim her and her little girl — the child is his key to controlling the James fortune. Frightened, Rachel flees to Denver with the child who hasn’t uttered a word since her daddy went to prison.

Contractor Patrick Thorne wants nothing to do with another of his parents’ charity cases. He failed his own wife so abysmally she took her own life as well as his unborn son’s. After two years, it’s time to concentrate on the bid he’s won and the saboteur trying to destroy his construction firm.

There is no room for trust in either of their hearts. But trust is all that will untangle the secrets that dominate their lives, free a little girl of her silent prison, and save them all from a serial killer who stands too close.

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Four weeks….

Two days….

Sixteen hours….

…‘Til death.

The first time he laid eyes on her, he stood on the threshold of a doorway he dare not cross. He fell into her fathomless dark gaze, unable, unwilling to shake his soul free and, in that one moment, he knew.

She was meant for him to love.

Untouched by the sordid life that flourished around her, she was sunlight in a gray existence. A smile in a dingy room. A joy such as he’d never known. She was a gift from a cold, unforgiving God. Forever innocent.

Why God would give him such a precious angel, he didn’t know. But he suddenly knew what he was willing to die for. What he’d kill for.

In that instant of clarity the monster that lurked in the dark recesses of his mind was freed. A creature designed to kill. To live and die. Over and over again. Until his angel ascended once more to her place in Heaven at God’s feet where he couldn’t reach her.

‘Til death parted them, she was his and his alone.

Certain she’d been lost to him, the shock of spotting her again in LoDo, a lower downtown section of Denver, nearly brought him to his knees. His brain tried to tell him he was mistaken. She had more curves than he remembered. Her hairstyle and clothes were different.

The others were different, too.

He shook his head against the monster’s treacherous whisper. He refused to listen. Couldn’t listen. His angel smiled at him. His soul recognized her. Somehow, some way, his fractious God had been appeased and given him yet another chance.

The past seven days were hell. Watching her. Wanting to take her. Knowing he couldn’t screw up and lose her again. Tonight, his preparations in place, she’d return to his side where she belonged.

Breathing slow and measured through the full-face ski mask he’d bought at a thrift store, he sucked in a lungful of musty stench. In this uncommon late-May heat wave, he was sweating bullets but the wool soaked it up before it could sting his eyes. The itching would drive him insane, though, if she didn’t come home from work soon.

The LoDo sports bar where she waited tables closed almost an hour ago. She couldn’t have gone on a date at two o’clock on a Thursday morning, could she?

Three times he’d entered her ground floor apartment after she’d left for work, and he’d seen no sign she was involved with anyone. No jockey shorts mixed with her panties in the hamper. No extra razor. The food in the refrigerator wasn’t enough to feed a cat, let alone her and a boyfriend, and the only scent on her pillows was floral. The sole message from a male on her answering machine had identified himself as a special research librarian from the Denver Public Library reminding her to pick up the copy of “The Warwick Genealogy” she’d requested.

That doesn’t mean she isn’t still involved with him, the almighty scion of Thorne Enterprises. She’s probably crawling into his bed like a whore right this minute, letting him do things to her, making her scream….

Screams.

Blood.

Death.

“No! Stop!” he whispered. “That was a mistake!”

Was it? The insidious question lashed him from the dark place in his pounding skull.

He rejected the smirking voice, the vivid images. Think of something else. Anything else. Forgetforgetfor—

A car alarm screamed at an outlying parking lot and dragged him out of his fugue. His eyes cleared. The pain behind them eased to a level he’d learned to carry over the years. He took a deep breath to smother his panic.

Soon, he would kill the nightmares forever. Patrick Thorne would die and the secrets with him. But the contractor hadn’t been punished enough yet. Before he finished, he’d ruin Thorne’s reputation, his livelihood, and destroy everything he loved most in the world.

Just as Thorne destroyed our lives. The man must die! Now!

Restless to escape its bonds the monster thrust knife-hot pain into his brain, but he wrestled it back into the shadows and locked it down. Retribution was almost at hand, but not tonight. This night was about her.

Where the hell was she?

There! Her tennis shoes slapped the sidewalk as she approached. He caught a flash of uniform—shorts and sports shirt, both too tight for decency. Then she walked out of the weak light that pooled across the commons into the dark well that led to her door. Her building superintendent had replaced her broken porch light this morning, but he’d smashed it again. He smiled when she cursed someone named Ronnie.

With a jingle of keys, she passed the niche he’d carved for himself in the shrubs. A bunch of adrenaline surged through him, made him light-headed with anticipation. He shook the buzz from his head and crashed out of the bushes with more noise than he intended.

Her head snapped left. She shot a glance over her shoulder. Her eyes widened. She lunged for the safety of her door.

He chased after her, grabbed her by the throat. A squeeze of her windpipe cut off her scream. He didn’t want to damage her too much. He just needed to get her alone.

To atone. To give him another chance.

With her soft body pressed against him, he groaned with pleasure. It had been so long! For a moment he forgot his purpose, lost in the new scent of her, in the innocent softness of her curves against him. Her breasts were full beneath his forearm. The sweet curve of her ass cradled his stiff penis. With another groan, his grip relaxed.

She screamed. Struggling, she broke loose of his hold.

Shit! Reaching out, he snagged her long ponytail and yanked her back hard. With his other hand, he strangled her next scream into a whimper. “Do that again,” he grated, “I’ll use my knife.” The honed blade was secure in his pocket but she didn’t know that.

“I have money,” she croaked. “Three hundred. Tips. In my pocket. Please! Don’t—”

“Shh. Don’t fight me. Shh,” he crooned into her hair. He tugged a chloroform-laced rag from his pants pocket and fitted it over her nose and mouth. “Just give me another chance, Angel, and everything will be fine.”

This time she’d make the right choice because, God only knew, he’d truly go insane if he had to kill her all over again.

 

Bestselling Author Karen Docter writes contemporary romance. When she feels the need to feed the dark side, she writes intense suspense thrillers as K.L. Docter. She’s an award-winning author, a four-time Romance Writers of America® Golden Heart® finalist, and won the coveted Kiss of Death Romance Writers Daphne du Maurier Award Category (Series) Romantic Mystery Unpublished division.

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Cop On Her Doorstep by: Karen Docter ♥ Release Tour!

Cop on Her Doorstep

(True Love In Uniform Book 1)

by Karen Docter

In the six years since her husband was killed by S.W.A.T., Carrie Padilla has spent long hours at work, rebuilding a life for herself and her son. The little time she has at home is spent keeping her eight-year-old son out of trouble, but he is all too eager to try to be the man in the house. When a handsome cop shows up on her doorstep, her errant son in tow, Carrie’s heart stutters. The sexy Italian cop sets off all kinds of bells in her system, and she knows there’s only one thing she can do to save what is left of her family, her husband’s memory, and her heart…avoid her new neighbor at all costs.

S.W.A.T. officer Jake Stefani already lost one little boy to gang violence, the dead boy’s older brother is missing, and Jake’s not about to let the same thing happen to a neighbor’s son. He drags the youngster home only to discover much more than a passing interest in the boy’s beautiful, but wary, mother. Forced to take a leave of absence after a bust goes awry, Jake can think of nothing better to occupy his time than to keep Carrie and her son safe, and locate the missing teen who holds the key to taking the gang off the streets, once and for all.

But Jake doesn’t count on his stubborn, intriguing neighbor distracting him from his job, or the passion that flares between them. He doesn’t expect her amazing son to steal a piece of his heart. Jake is ready to risk everything for Carrie, body and soul. But it’s not all up to him. If their new love is to survive, Carrie will need to be strong enough to see the man’s beating heart behind the badge, to look beyond the pain of her past, and decide that loving again is worth the risk.

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“I found your son in my back yard.” He glanced at Eric. “He was engaged in a potentially harmful activity I thought you should know about.”

What in blazes is a potentially harmful activity? “What was he doing?”

“Preparing to vandalize my house.”

“What?” She stared at Eric. “Is this true?”

Her son’s eyes dimmed behind a flood of tears. His head bobbed up and down. His mouth opened, but no explanation came out. He simply fell apart. In seconds, her little boy was sobbing as if his heart would break.

Carrie scooted from her chair, rounded the coffee table, and knelt at his feet. She enfolded his trembling body in her arms and castigated herself for not registering how abnormally quiet that he’d been since he entered the house. He was in shock. The last thing he needed was her yelling at him.

“Shh, baby. It’s all right. We’ll work it out. It’s okay.” She pressed a gentle kiss against his temple. “Ah, honey, don’t cry.”

Jake couldn’t decide which bothered him the most, the stricken look on Carrie Padilla’s face or the hopeless sounds ripping from Eric’s narrow chest. He’d always been a sucker for distressed females and kids, and these two served as a double-shot.

He couldn’t shake the similarities between Mateo Reyes and Eric. Neither did it help that Eric’s mom was one of the sexiest women he’d ever met. His tastes normally ran to tall, sultry brunettes, but there was something about this petite woman’s girl-next-door look that was firing his libido big-time.

Her eyes, a delectable shade of caramel with flecks of amber, drew him in deeper every time he looked at her. What her curvaceous body did to the sports tee and running shorts combo she wore should be outlawed. Clinging, damp material and flushed skin was a deadly combination. As if that weren’t enough, she had the most exquisite legs. The color of cream with a light splash of coffee. Smooth. Sexy. Nearly perfect.

His gaze dashed to her left ankle. The mole he’d noticed above her tennis shoe winked back at him, calling for his attention as a neon sign never could. It shouted, “Start here!” just like one of those connect-the-dot books he’d hoarded as a kid. He had a compulsive desire to follow the instruction, to nibble on that ankle and work slowly over the rest of her dewy skin to see if he could somehow develop a pattern.

Caught by the fantasy, his lips twitched. Who cared if there was a picture there? The seeking, all by itself, would make the trip worthwhile. In fact, his entire vacation might not be enough time to do justice to such an exploration.

Jake’s jaw clenched against the unreasonable cascade of desire. Was he nuts? This woman’s legs had nothing to do with his purpose here. And, if the impenetrable wall he’d watched form in her eyes a few minutes ago had meaning, he wouldn’t get a chance to go exploring in any case.

Bestselling Author Karen Docter writes contemporary romance. When she feels the need to feed the dark side, she writes intense suspense thrillers as K.L. Docter. She’s an award-winning author, a four-time Romance Writers of America® Golden Heart® finalist, and won the coveted Kiss of Death Romance Writers Daphne du Maurier Award Category (Series) Romantic Mystery Unpublished division.

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Tempt Me Twice by: Eden Bradley ♥ Re-Release Tour!

Tempt Me Twice

by Eden Bradley

Contemporary menáge m/m/f with a little spanking

In this greatly expanded and rewritten version of one of New York Times Bestseller Eden Bradley’s fan favorites can a romp in the woods with two sexy men turn into a lasting love with her best friend?

Jessie has been in love with her bisexual best friend, Paul, since college. But he’s never made a move on her, and they both value the friendship too much to take any risks with it—or so she believes.

When Paul and his stunning sometime lover Noah coerce Jessie into coming along on a camping trip to Lake Tahoe, she tries to refuse, but their will is stronger than hers. She ends up in a tent in the woods with the two gorgeous men, living out the ultimate female fantasy as their first night turns into a heated tangle of bodies that continues for days.

Jessie knows the intensely erotic—and intensely emotional—experience must come to an end when the trip is over, but when it does, will she lose her best friend, or can friendship turn into something more?

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Paul helped her to her feet, and his hand on hers was an electric shock—that jolting, that hot.

“Whoa, Jess. Hang on.”

“I’m fine. Just have a nice little buzz going.”

He grinned at her. “Maybe more than a little.”

“Maybe.” She grinned back, her body heating all over as he looped an arm around her waist.

A strong, muscular arm, and oh God, the way he smelled!

They moved to the tent, and Noah held the flap back for them. It was a large tent, almost tall enough for Paul to stand up in. Noah was already spreading out their sleeping bags, Paul’s in the middle. Jessie sat down on hers to take off her shoes.

Paul stretched, reaching out to ruffle Noah’s blond hair. “Anyone else tired?”

“A little sleepy from the wine maybe,” Jessie said.

“Me, too. A little.” Noah pulled his shirt over his head, revealing tight abs and a wide chest. A Japanese-style tsunami wave curved over one shoulder. She could make out his muscle tone even in the dim light of the single lantern they’d taken into the tent with them, and it was spectacular. He was spectacular.

It only made her wish that she had her own tent—because how could Paul not want to have sex with him tonight? But even from a neighboring tent, if she had to lie there listening to them have sex, it would be torture.

Paul stripped his shirt off, too. She’d seen him without a shirt before, but it was something she never got over. The lean lines of his body, his smooth skin, his dark nipples surrounded by a sprinkling of black hair. She wanted to put her mouth there, to suck. She wanted to put her mouth everywhere.

She curled her hands into fists, pulling in a deep breath, but it was filled with the scent of two hot men edged with pine and fresh night air, a heady combination.

Stop it. Time to sleep.

The men stripped down to their boxer-briefs as she knelt on her sleeping bag, pretending she didn’t notice. But it was impossible not to notice. Both were hard, both with impressive erections under the dark cotton. She squeezed her thighs tightly, her sex burning with need.

Oh yeah. Gonna die.

Paul glanced at her. “You’re not sleeping in your clothes, are you, Jess? It’s too hot.”

“Um…I guess not.”

She shrugged, wiggled out of her jeans, leaving her in her tank top and underwear. She tried to pretend they weren’t all nearly naked together. As Paul lay down on the sleeping bag next to hers, she could swear she felt the heat from his big body, his scent warm on the night air, and more faintly, Noah’s scent, fresh and all male.

How was she ever going to get to sleep?

When Paul leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, she had to bite her tongue to keep from groaning aloud.

“’Night, Jess.”

“Goodnight.”

“Sleep well,” Noah said.

She lay in the near-dark, moonlight casting shadows inside the tent, doubting she’d ever get to sleep as she listened to the rhythm of the two men breathing and the crickets chirping in the night. It was hot in the tent, and they were all laid out on top of their sleeping bags. She was far too aware of the two bodies next to her. Far too awake, despite the wine.

Squeezing her eyes closed, she tried to shut her mind off, trying to rid it of the images of Paul and Noah, the two of them touching each other. Touching her. But they kept coming, one sensual flash after another, until she was soaking wet, fighting to hold still, to keep her hand from creeping between her thighs, spreading her pussy lips apart to find the hard nub of her clit and bringing herself to a much-needed orgasm. But with the two guys right there and not even the sleeping bag to cover her, all she could do was bite back a moan.

There was a soft sound next to her, and she turned her head. Paul had his back to her, and she could see Noah’s hand resting on his side, then moving down, over the hard muscle of his buttocks. She could barely make out much more than their silhouettes, the shadows of hands, but she could tell they had them all over each other, stroking slowly.

Seriously? They were going to do this with her right there? There hadn’t even been time for her to fall asleep!

Kill me now.

© Eden Bradley 2016

 

New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author Eden Bradley writes dark, edgy erotica and erotic romance for Berkley Heat (as both Eden Bradley and Eve Berlin), Bantam/Delta, Harlequin Spice and HQN, and Samhain Publishing, as well as indie publishing. Two of her books have been Romantic Times Top Picks, and her novel FORBIDDEN FRUIT was profiled in Cosmopolitan Magazine’s Red Hot Reads column in 2008. More recently her BDSM book THE DARK GARDEN hit the top paperback fiction charts in the UK. She has received or been nominated for numerous awards, including the Holt Medallion and the Passionate Plume, and several of her books have been RT Book Reviews Top Picks. Her books have been translated into German, French, Romanian, Portuguese, Spanish, Italian, Czech, Polish, Indonesian and Japanese.

As someone who has been involved in BDSM practice for much of her adult life, she relates in particular to her BDSM and kink stories, infusing them with her own truth about kink practice from her life experiences.

Eden has appeared regularly on Playboy Radio’s ‘Night Calls’ and the Hollywood In the Flesh readings. She loves art, shoes, tattoos, her Boston Terrier puppy, reading smutty books, chocolate and sex, of course, not necessarily in that order.

 

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