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Vampire Mayor Draven desires mortal Rose. Her rebuffs excite him. When she finally gives in to his advances, their coming together is explosive, and their passion is more than he could?ve anticipated.
But a serial killer divides his attention. Can he keep his town safe from this mysterious menace and convince Rose that they belong together despite her reservations?
As a new resident of Draven’s Crossing, all Rose wants to do is her job. Draven could be a distraction she can’t afford, but she can’t ignore him or her arousal.
“Yes. Drink me.” Her pussy rippled around his cock as she rocked her hips. Desire seared through her veins as the heat inside of her increased. She moaned, pressing her throat closer to his lips. “Please,” she pleaded. “Want it.”
Every cell in her body hummed for this moment. Draven’s hands massaged her breasts harder. His hips moved faster. He pressed a kiss over her pulse point.
Her heartbeat seemed to triple by that one act. She moved her hands up and gripped his hips, her nails digging into the skin. He growled low, the sound rough and dark as if it came from a shadowed place within him.
“Mine,” he whispered before biting down. Intense pain burst in the center of her chest. She released his hips and reached up to claw at his biceps as tears slipped down her cheeks. Her mouth dropped open in a wordless cry as the center of her world came down to that one act. The throbbing, pulsing ache turned into a hot thread of fire that burned through her, singeing her right down to her soul. The backs of her eyeballs felt hot. Her lips, fingertips and toes tingled. Fires exploded in small bursts through her body like fireworks. She shook as her cunt contracted.
Rose felt as if she balanced on a knife’s edge with darkness hovering just on the other side. The sensation of falling filled her as she screamed. Each tug of his lips pulled at something deep inside of her. He drank and drank and drank. The desire increased, multiplying tenfold until she sobbed. Their bodies continued to move. Her breasts slid against his chest. Electric strings shot straight to her core. Heat ebbed through her body as the orgasm welled up inside of her. The wave broke. She came on a cry, drowning in pleasure, pain, and darkness.
Draven released her neck and continued to thrust into her until he found his climax. Body straining, his cock thickened and pulsed inside of her as he came. He continued to thrust into her through it all. Rose collapsed on him, breathing hard. Her heart raced. She felt lightheaded. The edges of her vision became black.
“Rose?” Draven murmured. “Rose?”
“Hmm?” She lifted her head a small bit. It felt so heavy. It dropped back to his chest.
“Shit.” He struggled beneath her. She wasn’t sure why. It was so comfortable to lie there. Sleep tugged at her. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to drift. The blackness closed in. Not afraid, she allowed it to cocoon her.
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Hockey player Brice Douglas has never gotten over the Christmas he spent with Ava Johnson back in college. Now, years later, he’s in trouble with his team, the Witch Fields Prowlers. Desperate to keep their rabble-rousing player’s head in the game, they hire a babysitter to keep his ass out of a sling and home in his bed at night: Ava. He’s determined to make up for lost time, while convincing her he’s not the man the team made him out to be, using every dirty, sexy trick he can.
Ava just got out a relationship with a cheating fiancé. She needs time to rebuild her life and babysitting her old college crush maybe the answer to her prayers–so long as sex isn’t involved. Yet, with his sexy nightly self-pleauring sessions and dirty talk her resistance quickly starts wearing thin. With every day that passes, she’s growing more comfortable with him and his desire for her.
Will she be putting Brice on ice, or will he end up thawing Ava?
She shifted in her seat and looked down at the counter. “Okay, deal. So are you too tired for…?” She wasn’t sure she wanted to finish that sentence.
“Say it, Ava,” Brice ordered.
Heat flared in her face and prickled along her ears. She licked her lips. “Um, are you too tired for what you promised me?”
Brice shook his head, and her heart sank. “Ava, be explicit. Tell me what you want.”
“Do you want to tie me down on the bed and use sex toys on me?” He hadn’t talked about vibrators and dildos, but she decided to throw that in there and see if he’d be put off. Brice had mentioned that he wanted to watch her masturbate, to see how she liked it, but this was putting her pleasure completely at his control.
The room grew hotter, and the fireplace wasn’t even on. She toyed with her phone. His gaze weighed on her, caressing the column of her neck, swirling around her breasts, and slipping down her stomach to whisper against her thickened labia. She could feel his fingertips ghosting over her flesh.
“Look at me, Ava.” Brice’s voice was deep, dark, hardened with command.
She met his gaze. “Yes?”
“I told you before you never have to feel ashamed with me over your desires and needs. You have to be honest with me and me with you. Now using sex toys on you—do you want me to use the ones I have, or do you want to use yours?”
He had sex toys? “Why would you have sex toys?”
He chuckled and replied, “I always wanted to be prepared in case I found a lover with my interests. If we came back here, which was rare, if ever, I’d be ready. Good enough explanation?” He moved around the counter.
She reached out and gave his hand a squeeze. “Yes, and thank you for not getting defensive with my asking.”
“Another Perry thing?” His eyes narrowed, and anger flared briefly before it disappeared to be replaced by an emotion she couldn’t identify.
She nodded. “Yes, but I want to move on from there, do things I was denied, and finally acknowledge and give in to my desires.”
He cupped her cheek and gave it a stroke before he stepped back. “Good. Just let me take a shower, okay? Marsh talked me into a workout while analyzing my games. I feel like I’ve pushed myself so hard that I’ll need some massage therapy tomorrow. Sex will help, though.” He gave her a kiss on her cheek, finished his slice, then went into the bathroom.
Anne Lange Sliding Into Home Character Interview
Hi! Welcome and thank you for taking the time to do this interview. Please tell us a bit about yourselves.
Jack: *turns to Devyn* Hey, babe. Why don’t you go first?
Devyn: Now you’re being all gentlemanlike? *rolls eyes.* Hello Selena. Thank you for inviting us here today. We really do appreciate it. It’s not that often we get to do this. It’s usually Anne. Let’s see. I’m a journalist/writer. Or, at least I’m attempting to write. It’s been a dream of mine for a long time. Right now though, it’s just a hobby. During the day I’m an editor for fashion magazine. Other than that I spend my time tending to this guy’s every whim.
Jack: *snorts* don’t lie to the woman, Devyn. Like I could get you to succumb to my every wish. Hello, Selena. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I used to play professional baseball, but I had to retire following an injury that took me out of the game way too early. Now, I coach and teach at the high school level. I love working with the kids. It was always an interest of mine, and it keeps me involved in sports.
Jack, what convinced you to go on this blind date? You’re flying to Vegas for goodness sake!
Jack: Convinced? Try coerced. Tricked. Blackmailed.
Devyn: Hey, it turned out okay for you.
Jack: *Jack smiles and takes her hand, kissing her knuckles.* Yes it did, sweetheart. Actually, I lost a bet and my brother-in-law set the whole thing up.
Devyn, I so hear you don’t like going on blind dates. Friends think they know what’s good for you but you always end up disappointed. Why did you go along with this one?
Devyn: Because it was winter at home. The weather sucked and I really needed to get away. And they’re my friends. I know they were just looking out for me. But I didn’t expect what happened. I thought it was just a weekend with friends and I’d have dinner with this guy while I was there. I certainly had no idea they planned for Jack and I to share a suite.
Jack, I suspect that you pulled out every dirty trick in the book to get Devyn to stay. Can you give us a few hints on what you used that’s not in the book?
Jack: My good looks and my charm?
Heh. Devyn, you know this man and here he is walking back into your life. I’m sure you wanted to deck him but revenge can be oh so sweet, right? I’m sure you had a few aces up your sleeve to bring him to his knees. Want a share a few helpful hints on how to make him sweat?
Devyn: *smiles gleefully* You could ask him about how he wears his underwear.
Well now! Vegas can be a fun and sexy place. Did you find a few nooks and crannies to help keep up the romantic and seductive mood?
Devyn: Unfortunately, I…ah…*smiles sheepishly* I don’t really remember. I wasn’t feeling all that well, and I was sort of…
Understandable, it is Vegas after all. Jack give us one word to describe how you felt upon seeing Devyn after all these years?
Awww, Devyn give us one word to describe why you would want Jack back after all these years?
*Grins* Okay, Jack, what advice do you have for readers on how to keep up the sexy in their lives?
Jack: Make it fun and spontaneous. Do wild things. Try getting married in Vegas…right, babe?
Devyn, Jack looks like trouble, what advice do you have to make sure he behaves? Or doesn’t?
Devyn: Behaving is not an option, I’m afraid. That’s too boring, and Jack is not meant to be boring. Don’t get me wrong, he can be serious and professional when it’s called for. But I have to admit, I like him better when he’s just being himself. He’s actually very sweet and caring, and that’s probably why I stuck around when all my instincts told me to go throttle my friends for setting us up.
Okay, give me the pitch, why should readers check out your story and where can they find it? Maybe give us a sexy snippet too, please?
Jack: Well, Anne’s tag line is
Can an injured ex ball player convince the woman he wakes up married to in Las Vegas to take a second chance on him?
But seriously, it’s fun. Vegas is fun – it’s called Sin City for a reason. Anne doesn’t go into our whole life story, so it’s a short novel that’s a quick read. At the heart it’s a reunion story and we all love a happily ever after don’t we?
Devyn: Wow, aren’t we sappy all of a sudden.
It’s available everywhere, from the publisher – Totally Bound Publishing, at Kobo, Amazon, B&N (I think) and All Romance Ebooks
As for a sexy snippet? Okay, here you go.
More than he could know.
Maybe they shouldn’t take this further. The thought of where this was going frightened her. The feelings he’d dredged up scared the bejeezus out of her. The mere idea of their marriage planted all kinds of seeds in her brain—and in her heart—of a happily ever after with the one person she’d always wanted. It was like throwing gasoline on a fire. She knew, without a doubt, that if they continued this game, she’d be begging him to take her, to further bind her to him so that no other man, or judge, could come between them, and declare them not husband and wife.
Passion wasn’t the problem. Commitment was.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
She dropped her gaze to her lap. With her right hand, she clutched the stem of her champagne flute—her knuckles white. The left she clenched in a fist on her thigh. She relaxed her fist and raised her head to stare him in the eye. “I want you to make love to me, Jack,” she whispered.
Then I’ll figure out how the hell to walk out of the door.
He nodded, once, and reached to remove the glass from her grip. He placed it on the table then removed the dessert from between them, setting it aside also.
Without a word, he reached out to undo the buttons on her blouse. She watched as, with slow precision, he pushed each button through the holes until her shirt gaped open. He sucked air through his teeth, releasing it in a slow exhale. Covered in a light pink push-up bra, the tops of her breasts were plumped up, her nipples hard beneath the silky material. He pushed the garment from her shoulders. With a little help, it fell from her arms to land in a heap at her feet. His chest rose and fell with each breath. Then he reached around her back to unclasp and remove her bra.
“You know. I’d bet your breasts would taste delicious smeared with sorbet.”
Oh, and always a happily ever after.
Shifter U, Book 1
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Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Line: Decadent ROAR
Avery Hillman has one year of college left. Once it’s over, she has plans. BIG plans. A job managing her family’s medical practice, an apartment of her own, and a new life where she’s the one in charge. No hovering family, no annoying siblings, and no mate to distract her.
Declan Weller is about to cross one more thing off his ten-year plan. One more class and he can transfer to the sheriff’s job and new life waiting for him. He isn’t looking for his mate and, as far as he’s concerned, finding her can wait another two years.
The Fates have a plan of their own. One that includes throwing Avery and Declan together. It’s high time those two found each other and learn the most important thing of all…. Sometimes, plans need to shift.
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Avery Hillman pulled open the heavy wood back door to her home away from home and breathed a sigh of relief. Tension knotting her neck and back eased. The numbness in her ass started to dissipate.
River Rock, the home of Shifter U, may technically be two hours away from her home in Mischief, Wyoming, but this time the trip felt like it took forever.
The summer break with her pride had been filled with bickering siblings, rambunctious cousins, and near nonstop work at the Hillman Family Medical Clinic.
Working her butt off at the clinic, she could handle. All day, every day. It filled her with a sense of accomplishment to help others as the behind-the-scenes girl. The one who made sure appointments ran smoothly amidst the chaos of emergencies and various unexpected complications. The master’s in health services management she would receive at the end of the school year would be the last item in her toolbox, the final key she needed to solidify her position in the family business.
With her father’s promise, she would take over the management and running of their clinic completely upon her return. Six grueling years of schooling and she would travel home one last time to start her new life. A small thrill skittered through her at the idea of settling down on her own. The comfort of familiarity mixing with the prospect of doing things how she wanted, when she wanted, and with whomever she wanted. She would be a bona fide adult, able to make decisions, whether good or bad, that would dictate her future.
Clearing the visions of life after college from her head, she sucked in a deep breath, allowing the scents and warmth of the house to calm her, bringing her back to the present.
“This is it. My last year,” she announced to the empty townhome as she closed the back door.
She knew there wouldn’t be anyone else in the house. Her roommates from the previous year had either graduated or found their mates, leaving her the last woman standing.
The word whispered across her subconscious as she moved through the kitchen. She had yet to find the guy who called to the lioness within. And trust her, she had looked. At home. At school. At bars and parties. Well, the few she had gone to when not studying.
She even checked the patients coming into her father’s practice over the summer. Nothing. Not a twitch or a nudge. Her lioness lazed about not caring whenever presented with someone new.
She wasn’t in a hurry to find her mate. At least she tried to tell herself that each time disappointment spiraled through her when it didn’t happen. At twenty-five, she felt like an on-the-shelf spinster, destined to live a life of solitude with only her nieces and nephews to keep her young.
I might need to cut back on the historical romances. That’s a bit dramatic even for me.
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Bad Blood (Latter Day Olympians Bk 1)
Tori Karacis is a little more than your average private eye. Among other things, her family line may or may not trace back to a drunken liaison between the god Pan and one of the immortal gorgons. It may be just coincidence that her glance can literally stop men in their tracks, or that her family sports enough irregularities to keep the Rialto Bros. Circus in business. Then again, maybe not.
Tori’s debilitating fear of heights has kept her out of the family acrobatic troupe, but her extreme nosiness fits right in with her Uncle Christos’ private investigation business, where she was apprenticing when he disappeared on an Odyssean journey to find himself. Muddling through on her own, she’s reduced to hunting (not stalking, as that would just be weird), brass-bra’d Hollywood agent Circe Holland in order to deliver her a message…only to witness her murder by something that looks like the creature from the black lagoon.
Suddenly, all of her family’s tall tales seem a bit more believable, especially when Apollo—the Apollo out of myth and legend, though now hiding out among humans as a star of stage and screen—appears in her office, looking to hire her. She knows the stories and that tangling with gods never works out well for their human lovers, but she’s drawn to Apollo in a way she can’t resist, even given her feelings for one very hot and hardened cop.
Her love life has to take a backseat to the danger at her door, though it’s a toss-up which will kill her quickest.