Beg for Daddy is a HEA standalone in the Domum Deorum Doms & Daddies world.
About the Book:
Unattainable. Off limits.
The second I laid eyes on her, I knew she was my endgame.
She was my best friend’s wife.
Even after he died, I swore to stay away from her.
For my own sanity, I was going to stay away from her forever.
Then she offered herself up at my club’s auction.
Fate never plays out as you think it will.
Sometimes it throws you curveballs in tempting packages.
Sometimes it has blush pink tits, pouty lips, and calls you Daddy.
But fate needs to learn a thing or two about me.
Never, ever try to push Daddy past his breaking point.
I wanted this. This control in having zero control.
Submitting to the unknown. To be an object. A fuck toy.
I wanted to be forced to feel so much I could forget how lonely I’ve been.
I’m definitely feeling a lot of things now.
Lonely is not one of those things.
Something is snicked onto my sparkly silver collar. I’m yanked forward.
“Hello, baggage,” he says in my ear and my toes curl even as my heart plummets to my stomach.
“It’s Ares or sir to you, princess. Unless you’re prepared to call me master? I do own you now. And I am planning to have you trembling on your knees more often than not.”
My knees in question, threaten to go out.
Ares. He would be called Ares. The god of power and vengeance. The god of war. That’s how he’s always been with me. An immortal looking down his nose at me. His silvery gaze, wrathful. I can practically feel his piercing stare raking over me with disdain.
What had the girl said? A little scary, but a lot sexy.
Yeah, I have to disagree. Noah is a little scary the way a wolf kept in captivity is. It’s not until there’s no barrier between you and the wild animal that you feel the full extent of the danger you’re in. The terror that courses through your veins and locks you in place.
By then it’s too late. The wolf has you by the jugular.
I reach for the blindfold but he grabs my wrists.
“Blindfold stays on, baggage.”
About the Author:
Author of kinky characters, life enthusiast, and supporter of afternoon naps. Aubrey Cara enjoys long walks in the park, trying to master hula hooping while skydiving, and writing about the dirty, sexy kind of love that is as rare and beautiful as the Cebu flowerpecker. Aubrey's books range from kinky contemporary to downright indecent sci-fi.
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Reefcake is book one in the Wild Menage Series.
About the Book:
A steamy mermen novella with sword fights, ship battles, and a sexy ménage with a prince merman, his most trusted bodyguard, and a woman who refuses to belong to one man.
Joanna fears her life is over when her father, the Governor of Havana, forces her onto a ship for Spain. She will be wed against her will. In the midst of a pirate attack, Jo's salvation comes from under the seas. She wakes from her rescue to find two delicious men who need her.
Namhu is the serious, life-saving protector, with a body that could walk through a wall. Enki is a beautiful prince of the sea with green hair, a twinkle in his eye, and a tender charm. Both are ecstatic to share in Joanna in this ménage story under the sea.
Enki asked in a haunted and concerned voice, “Are you well?”
Yes. No. Everything was wrong, but it was the first taste of hope in months. How could she explain it? How could she explain any of it to these two strangers?
“She is cold,” Namhu explained. “The wet cloths upon her.” He mispronounced clothes while pointing to her dress. A simple explanation, one much easier to give, so Joanna nodded. Yes, that was it. She was cold.
“Ah,” Enki smiled bright, his soothing hand curling over her back. She wanted to lean against his strong chest, to luxuriate in the warmth and feel of his breaths matching her own. “I will help,” he announced and before Jo could gasp, his fingers tugged on the right shoulder of her dress.
“No, no,” Namhu announced, the man used to human customs quickly stopping his prince. He marched towards the two huddled in the sand and bent to a knee. “There are small knobs on the back you must undo first.”
Jo wanted to laugh at the thought when the man’s wide hands swept across the small of her back. A single one could nearly canvas the entire width, leaving her gulping in air as he began to undo each pearl button upwards. All the while, Enki kept watch, his lips pouted in concentration as if ladies fashion was fascinating. As if her body could be fascinating.
The dress’ bodice bowed outward, dragging to the sand from the water drenched into its fibers. Namhu’s hands curled around the outside of her waist, his hot breath dancing against her cheek as he said, “Raise your arms.” Rather than wait for her to comply, he helped guide hers up, barely a glance of the back of his hands skirting against her trembling skin.
It was Enki’s turn to take control. As Namhu placed his open palms to her elbows, the prince picked up the bottom of her dress and began to tug it high over her head. Jo gasped as the formality of civilization flew off her body. While Enki flapped the wet cloth around, Namhu’s tender fingers curled down her elbow tracing the line of her now nude arms and dipping back to her shoulders. Even with the chemise in place, she could practically feel his body heat touching hers.
“There is more?” Enki asked, abandoning the dress to size up Jo’s corset and underthings. She was still on shaky but good standing with being a proper lady. The dress was soaked and needed to be dried. If she remained in her chemise none could think her dishonorable.
That inquisitive grin rising, Enki placed a hand to her stomach and asked, “How does this one work?”
“I have no knowledge of it,” Namhu admitted. He leaned back to stare down the knots of the corset, then rose upon his haunches to stare at his prince over her shoulder. In doing so, she felt a stiff rod glance across her buttocks. He wasn’t as put-off by land-walkers are he liked to pretend.
A giddy thrill shivered through Joanna’s body. She could stay dressed, tell the mermen that it didn’t come off, sit by the fire. It was what a lady would do.
“Let me show you,” Jo said, reaching behind her to fumble for the knots.
About the Author:
Ellen Mint adores the adorkable heroes who charm with their shy smiles and heroines that pack a punch. She has a needy black lab named after Granny Weatherwax from Discworld. Sadly, her dog is more of a Magrat.
Her first two books, Undercover Siren and Fever are available in both ebook and paperback. Gettin’ Lucky and Reefcake are two of her newest paranormals in the Wild Ménage series. Her next book Pride & Pancakes is to be released by Totally Bound. Look for it Christmas 2019.
Twisted Temptation is the third novella in The Climax Chronicles Series.
About the Book:
Creed Dawson is most women’s idea of the perfect man. Tall, sexy and rich as hell, he has a little black book of women clamoring to be at his side. Jillian Perkins isn’t one of those women. The adjectives she would use to describe Creed are arrogant, rude, and annoying AF. Even his money can’t redeem him in her eyes, because, like she so boldly told him, unlike him, she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth.
Unfortunately, she does need Creed to feature one of her plays at his new mega-hotel, which will never happen if her temper keeps getting in the way. Creed just rubs her the wrong way, and the right way too, which is a serious problem for her. It goes against everything she believes in to fall for a rich bastard like Creed.
As these two fall into bed and fall deeper into each other, dark secrets come to light. Will the bright lights blind them to the truth of what they really mean to each other?
“So are you single, lesbian, bi or none of the above?”
Jillian gasped. “Don’t you think that’s a little too personal?”
“So you don’t know the kind of women I date?” he asked skeptically.
Jillian sat up straighter. “At least I have enough manners not to bring it up the first time I meet you.”
Creed shrugged broad shoulders. “I like to get things out of the way, so we both know where we stand. I don’t mix business and pleasure, so I like to set those boundaries from the beginning.”
Jillian laughed. “You think that I want to sleep with you? That’s not how I do business, and besides, you’re not my type, Mr. Dawson.”
Creed smiled. “Well, one of the good things about potentially working with you is that I already know that you’re a terrible liar.”
Jillian sputtered.”God, your ego is almost as big as your bank account.”
Creed flashed a smile. “So you’ve studied my bank account also?”
Jillian wiped her mouth on her starched white napkin and then placed it over her food. She glared at Creed, and this time the green flames had ignited into an inferno.
“The only thing I want from you, Mr. Dawson, is a chance. I’m not impressed by your looks. A woman who looks like me is used to getting good looking men, and unlike you, I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, so your money doesn’t impress me either. Please excuse me.” She got up from the table and walked away.
Creed picked up his drink and took a huge gulp, punishing himself with the burn. The meeting hadn’t gone as he’d expected. He’d been a jackass because he didn’t know what to do with his attraction to Jillian. She wasn’t like most women who young or old, he could charm. Jillian wanted something from him, but she wasn’t willing to beg or sleep with him to get it. She’d truly seemed utterly unimpressed by his looks and his money, and that was so refreshing that it only made him want her even more.
He got up from his table and went in search of her. He caught a hint of yellow just as it disappeared up to the rooftop deck. He stalked up the steps behind her.
About the Author:
Garnell Wallace lives in the Bahamas on a tiny little island pirates Blackbeard and Calico Jack once called home. Sitting at the tip of the Caribbean, a region steeped in romantic ideals, the Bahamas continues to lure those in search of their own treasure.
Though the reality of any place is always more complex than the usual touristic jargon, it is still easy for her to find the magic of a laid back island lifestyle when sitting on a white sand beach with her laptop and characters. She loves using the rich, exotic cultures of the many countries which comprise her little piece of paradise in her stories and venturing to new places around the world.
She often writes about the shades of gray between people, creed and cultures in an effort to find the human experiences common to us all. She loves writing paranormal and erotic romances about deeply flawed characters who sometimes take unconventional paths to love.
She has been published in various paranormal and erotic anthologies including Making the Hook-up, Obsessed, and Best Women's Erotica, all from Cleis Press. She also has one title, Forever My Demon, published by Blushing Books. All of her self-published books can be found on Amazon. She loves getting reviews, feedback and opinions from her readers.
Ties That Bind is book three in the Club Risque Series but can be read as a stand alone novel.
About the Book:
Luanna Morgan has worked hard to brush off the stigma and scandal of being a single teenage mother. These days, she is better known for her calm composure and serene disposition, but despite that, things start to sizzle between Luanna and her company's legal director, Logan Thornton.
Logan might seem like a mild-mannered corporate lawyer, but in BDSM circles, he is better known as Master Baku, the Shibari expert. His dream is to publish a series of artistic poses which incorporate his three loves—Shibari, suspension, and photography, and he has his sights set on Luanna as the model.
But Luanna has led a deliberately quiet and modest life. She knows nothing about bondage or the intricacies of D/s relationships. She's always had to rely on herself, and her current reputation has been hard won. Even if she decides to throw caution to the wind and finally live a little, is there really any room left in Logan's life for yet another love, especially if she can't find it in herself to share the ones he already has?
Logan has Luanna tied up in knots, both literally and figuratively. Is it possible to find a compromise or will circumstances conspire to pull them apart?
Excerpt: (rated R)
"I'm going to make love to you, with or without," he told her in a low voice. "But if you really don't like this, I'll free you right now. Just nod to continue, or shake your head, and it's gone."
It was Luanna's turn to take a leap of faith. He'd taken her by surprise, but she didn't hate the sensations already coursing through her heated blood.
Finally, she nodded her head. She saw the lust and also the relief that fired in Logan's eyes, but still, he gave her another out. "Are you certain?"
Luanna nodded again.
Logan closed his eyes and tucked his head into the crook of her neck. Then he sucked at the delicate skin on her collarbone and lifted his head once more. "I won't do anything unexpected," he promised her. "I just want to make love to you like this, give you a little taste of being bound. I want to fasten your wrists to the headboard, too; you okay with that?"
Luanna's breath caught at the thought. It was strangely erotic, and she nodded once again in consent.
Logan was surprised at the slight tremor in his hands as he secured Luanna's bound wrists to the convenient wooden crossbar at the head of the bed. He'd bound a woman hundreds of times in complex and contorted poses, for his sexual and aesthetic enjoyment. But never before had it ever meant as much to him as this simple, improvised act of bondage.
Logan sat back on his haunches and admired his handiwork, makeshift as it was. Luanna looked beautiful, restrained. She would look even more magnificent in his ropes. Just the thought had his cock throbbing. She would suit a colour that was strong, like her. Not red, that would clash with her hair and overpower her pale skin. But still something bold, brighter than black. Purple, perhaps, or yellow. God, he hoped she would allow him to tie and bind her. He could start with something unrestricting and erotic like the karada, or rope dress, to introduce her to the art of Kinbaku. And from there, once she was comfortable, maybe she would permit something more intricate and confining—something that would allow the rope to pose her body, and finally, perhaps she would agree to be suspended, modelled like a ballerina, frozen mid-jump. Eventually, she might even allow him to record those moments for posterity.
The thought had him sucking in a harsh breath, and suddenly, he couldn't keep his hands off her for a moment longer.
About the Author:
Poppy Flynn was born in Buckinghamshire, UK and moved to Wales at eight years old with parents who wanted to live the 'self-sufficiency' lifestyle.
Today she still lives in rural Wales and is married with six children.
Poppy's love of reading and writing stemmed from her parent’s encouragement and the fact that they didn't have a television in the house.
"When you're surrounded by fields, cows and sheep, no neighbours, no TV and the closest tiny village is four miles away, there's a certain limit to your options, but with books your adventures and your horizons are endless."
About the Book:
Lucas and Catherine have been happily married for several years. As the years passed their love and need for each other grew. Everything seemed perfect until Jase, Lucas brother, came home from the military.
Catherine’s feelings for Jase overwhelmed and confused her. She was terrified her feelings for Jase were going to destroy her marriage.
Jase was huge, hard, gruff and had problems with PTSD, but Catherine couldn’t ignore the feelings he brought out in her. She thought if she couldn’t overcome her feelings for him, she’d lose the best thing in her life.
He was finally home, a little battered, but alive. Jase’s first look at Catherine, in person, drove all the emotions he’d had for her into overdrive. The main feeling battling to take over his control was lust and the need to get her under him and he buried as deep as he could inside of her. The speculated that wasn’t going to happen anytime in the near future. Now he just had to get her to see him as something other than her brother-in-law. Her other husband.
Lucas’s dream for his family was finally starting to come true. His biggest obstacle was getting his wife to accept his brother as the third part of their family and marriage.
About the Author:
Lara Jones was born and raised in Iowa and still resides there with her husband and children. She's an author of erotic romance novels and devotes hours to creating steamy novels with happy endings that she hopes entertain people, make them laugh and sometimes cry, but always ends the book feeling good.
Lara started writing when she was thirteen. She found writing was a way to comfort herself during her rough teenage years, and she never stopped. It was only when her mother and sister pushed her did she finally send in a novel, and to her surprise, people enjoyed it and asked for more.
You can usually find her at her home in the country surrounded by her family and many animals and the majority of the time in her quiet little office, conjuring up whole new interesting families and communities.
Some of Lara's favorite things are spending time with her family, her dogs, riding horses, gardening, cooking, hiking and, of course, writing and reading romance novels.
Due out in MARCH!
About the Anthology:
In each other they found the piece pf themselves they hadn't even realized was missing.
This D/S anthology was put together by writers who hold author Doris O'Connor near and dear to their hearts because the genre is one that was near and dear to Doris.
Stories and Authors:
You Belong to Me by Lynn Burke
My entire life is one bold-faced, fucking lie. Son of Victor Laurent and sole heir to the entire Laurent fortune built up from a few great grandfathers back in the Civil War times, I’ve been raised—groomed—to be the perfect Southern gentleman. Proper and full of self-control, a man who can keep hold on the vices that help me live my daily life of pure, fucking drudgery.
I know what it means to be controlling not just of myself but of the woman who will one day kneel at my feet. The one who belongs to me, however, is promised to another—and claiming what is mine could cost me everything.
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.
Alabaster by Kastil Eavenshade
Alixandre Chastain enjoys the darker side of Paris. A Libertine by trade, no flesh is barred from his roaming hands, no matter what lay betwixt their legs. Except when news of his lustful ways reaches his God-fearing parents, they strip him of title and cast him out. Alixandre’s now adrift and with an uncertain future, but an interesting proposition by Comte Phelipe Richelien promises to replace everything he lost with a new world of decadent pleasure like no other. But can Alixandre submit to his new Master? And will his guarded heart be laid bare by one spoken word—Alabaster.
Kastil Eavenshade is multi-published author pandering her romantic shenanigans. When not catering to the whims of three rescued kitties, she’s dreaming up her next heart-beating tale. No period in history–past, present, or future–is safe from the clutches of her muse.
Her passions beyond writing are drawing, cooking, and watching Pittsburgh Penguins hockey. She credits her parents for her free spirit as they’ve always supported her in every aspect of her life. Without them, she wouldn’t be here. She finds pleasure in writing anything from fantasy to romance-which sometimes parallel each other.
Risqué by London Saint James
Camilla Maria Campanelli. I’d caught glimpses of the woman when she popped into my Manhattan gallery—there to collect a commission for the paintings we sold for her. So let’s just say I never expected the wet-dream version of Camilla to sashay into Indigo House, an exclusive member’s only club that catered to very specific clientele with extremely particular desires.
The night I stepped out on my balcony, I hadn’t intended to be a voyeur though I ended up being one. And what shocked me even more than my uncharacteristic behavior? I’d actually been aroused watching two strangers get their kink on. But I wasn’t into D/s. I’d never even read those Fifty Shades books all my sisters went on and on about.
So why was I affected?
I needed some real, solid answers. And there was only one way to do that.
London Saint James has lived in many places but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.
As an award-winning, international bestselling author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.
Back on Top – A Wylde Shore Novella by Jan Graham
Barry Reid never imagined becoming friends with three Doms and their subs would change his life so dramatically. When he settled into marriage and family life with his wife, Meg, he set aside his dominant tendencies, happy to lead a vanilla life. With Meg’s newfound interest in BDSM it’s up to Barry to connect with his inner Dom and figure out how they can make the lifestyle work for them—even if it’s only in the bedroom.
Jan Graham is an author of Contemporary Romance and Romantic Suspense. Her stories contain erotic elements, with some including elements of BDSM. She has numerous published titles to her credit, with more to come once she overcomes her current bout of procrastination. Jan lives in Newcastle, Australia where she writes, reads, feeds her Netflix addiction and drinks coffee with friends.
For those who enjoy labels and tags, as well as being an author, Jan is a submissive, an aunt, dyslexic, a lover of all things tempting and naughty (including chocolate), a participant in the BDSM community, a widow, an orphan, and sometimes a wild child.
In short, she is generally a bit of an eccentric who lives her life slightly left of center. You can find out more about Jan and her work by visiting the following links.
Hell’s Mercy by Katherine Wyvern
Wealthy, charismatic, influential and damn near immortal, Lukan Løvensgård looks like natural Dom material, and in fact he has never, but never submitted to anyone in his long life. But among all the bizarre and fantastic people roaming the far planet of Cydonia, there is one who stole his old, cold heart.
Her love comes at a price. Complete surrender.
With her impressive presence and unusual equipment, Helenay is the hottest and trendiest professional Domme in Neu Venedig and she hardly has the time to top for pleasure these days. But she knows what her old friend Lukan needs, something he never suspected. Release from power.
I have entered that age when looking at beautiful male models in their prime probably makes me a cougar, ahem.
Almost all my heroines are short: that’s because I look at the world from hobbit level. Being so small I am three times more concentrated (read: obsessive) than anybody I know. I am exhaustingly creative in writing, arts, crafts... Sometimes my brain gets friction burns from hurtling at such speed from one universe to the next.
I love animals, plants, and occasionally even people.
Like Highlander I come from a lot of different places. I was born in Italy but lived here and there and consider myself simply and deeply European. I love Europe passionately, its antiquity, its diversity, its quirkiness. All my books are set in Europe, or alternate versions of it.
I have been writing since I can remember.
Deb by Name, Sub by Nature by Raven McAllan
He can command his men…
But can he command Deborah?
Major Oliver Cantor, newly back from the continent, has always wanted Deborah. However she is an innocent. A lady who has no idea just what Oliver wants, needs and desired.
Or does she?
She knows he is dominant and wants someone to be his submissive.
She also knows it should be her.
Now all she has to do is persuade him of that fact.
You’d think it would be easy, but…
Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.
Her very understanding, and long-suffering DH, is used to his questions unanswered, the dust bunnies greeting him as he walks through the door, and rescuing burned offerings from the Aga. (And passing her a glass of wine as she types furiously.)
Once Upon a Time by Erin M. Leaf
Charlie has never been in love because he’s never believed in happily ever after. He prides himself on being a good friend and a good Dom, and that’s always been enough for him, except lately nothing feels right. He doesn’t know if he’s having a mid-life crisis or what, but his best friend suddenly looks hot as hell, and nothing about that is normal.
Ryan’s straight friend Charlie has always had his back: when he came out, when he got married, and when his husband died. He’d do anything for the guy he’s been secretly in love with forever. So when Charlie suddenly proposes a spanking scene under the guise of “relaxing” him, he almost runs the opposite direction. Except, what if this is his one chance to finally show Charlie what real love feels like?
Erin M. Leaf is a romance novel devotee, the steamier the better, with a specialty in edgy erotic tension.
Shade Addiction by Lea Bronsen
Ex-boxer Mike Logan struggles to put a brutal past behind and make ends meet as a bus driver. When a young runaway settles for an all-night ride, he seizes the chance to do a good deed—get her home safely. But first, they’ll drive around and talk.
What he doesn’t anticipate is that this broken night angel is also a sexy little minx needing a lot more…and not just the gentle kind.
Award-winning author Lea Bronsen likes her reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strives to give her own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with her debut novel Wild Hearted, she divides her writing time between psychological thriller, romantic suspense, historical romance, and dark erotic romance.
Yes, Governor by Lesli Richardson
As chief of staff to the governor of Florida, Carter has a well-deserved rep as a bastard extraordinaire. But when he’s dealing with two governors for the price of one on Christmas Eve, will the Master find himself outmatched and outmaneuvered by his wily political pets?
Note: This standalone short story takes place after Chief (Governor Trilogy 3) and can be read as a standalone independent from the trilogy.
Author Lesli Richardson, who is better-known by her more prolific wild-child Tymber Dalton pen name, lives in the Tampa Bay region of Florida with her husband (aka “The World’s Best Husband™”) and too many pets. She writes a wide variety of heat levels and genres, from mainstream sci-fi all the way to scorching ménage.
The two-time EPIC award winner and part-time Viking shield-maiden in training loves to shoot skeet and play D&D with her friends. She’s also the bestselling author of over one hundred and fifty books and counting, including The Reluctant Dom, the Governor Trilogy, the Suncoast Society series, the Love Slave for Two series, the Triple Trouble series, and many others.
She lives in her own little world, but it’s okay—they all know her there.
Entwined by Elyzabeth M. Valey
Mallory Brown doesn't go home with strangers, and while she's all for a great spanking, she doesn't do BDSM relationships. Fantasizing is more her speed. And when she catches a glimpse of Master Murphy, fantasies fill her brain.
But Master Murphy has other plans. He enters her life full-steam and won't take no for an answer. While she's compelled to say yes, is she really ready to say goodbye to her world as she knows it to become permanently entwined with His?
Ely Valey is a writer of sizzling, sexy romance who firmly believes in happy ever after. From paranormal to contemporary, fantasy, or historical, she enjoys exploring her characters' darker side and writing stories about tortured heroes, strong heroines, and all that comes between them and their love.
When she's not writing, she can be found walking in the Spanish countryside with her black Lab and Golden Retriever mix, exploring castles, or enjoying some tapas with her friends and family.
Burn by D.C. Stone
Cain Silvers is the Captain of one of the nation’s best Hotshot fire fighter groups there is, and his world has turned upside-down when his best friend’s kid sister, Chloe Crowley joins the team. Chloe has always made him uneasy with her attraction to him, something he refused to act on because of who she was and how innocent she is.
Chloe wants to make a difference in the world, and following her passion to become one of the few females in an all-male industry is just the start. She’s set on proving herself to her team, but still follows her own rules, ones that could get her into a lot of trouble.
Passion collides with desire in their story, leading up to actions that could burn everybody.
DC Stone has over sixteen years of investigative experience, including working as a criminal investigator in the United States military. She currently works as an internal affairs investigation manager by day and a romantic suspense author by night. She has her Master’s degree in Criminal Justice and is dubbed, “The Investigative Whisper.” She provides numerous workshops that help authors gain insight into “digging” into a character’s mind to better understand motives, create suspense, and help maintain conflict.
When she isn’t trying to solve a new puzzle in the world of fraud, she is engulfed with coffee, her laptop, and all those crazy characters in her head. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, New Jersey Romance Writers, RomVets, RWA Kiss of Death, and the Liberty State Fiction Writers. She served as the 2014 Vice President and Conference Chair for NJRW.
About the Book:
Love Under the Western Star is Book Three in the Passion Quest Series but can be read as a stand alone book.
The peace of Pleasant Valley has been shattered. The feud between the Tewksbury and Graham families has escalated from a sheep versus cattle dispute to a war over access to the only water in the valley – the Wide Muddy River. Hope Tewksbury and Joseph Graham have found love in the midst of this war, and now they must find peace.
Dr. Amy Toller is an alien anthropologist studying the fourth planet orbiting the star Chi. – the one the locals call Zona. She is searching the Galaxy for clues to humanity’s past, and the mythical planet called Earth. She and her fellow scientists infiltrate Pleasant Valleythe Zona society, which mimics the American West of the 1880's. Their goal is to discover what these distant cousins know of humanity’s birthplace. But first, they must end the bloodshed.
Will Hope and Joseph's love be thwarted by the hatred their families have feel for each other?
The train hissed, then squealed to a stop, its doors sliding open. A porter stepped out and placed a small footstool on the ground; then he reached his hand to help a woman and her three children step off the train and onto the wooden platform.
Readying herself to board the train, Hope grabbed her carpet bag and ticket in one hand, and resolutely gathered her skirt and petticoat in the other.
“Miss,” the porter said, touching her elbow. He guided her up the steps and onto the train.
“Thank you,” she said, entering the car. Surveying the interior, she noted the scarcity of vacant seats. She slowly made her way along the aisle. A tall man with a winsome smile rose. He removed his hat and motioned for her to approach.
“Miss, there is a seat, next to me.” She took in his visage. Even though Caine had often cautioned her against talking to strangers, this man had an authoritative look, and his military uniform added a trustworthy air.
“Thank you, sir.” She noticed the captain’s bars on his shoulder boards. “I am not displacing you? Surely you'd like to sit by the window?” Hope asked.
“Not a problem, miss. A gentleman would never let a lady sit on the aisle.”
Hope shrugged and nodded as she slid into the seat, settling next to the window.
The man waited while she put her bag on the floor at her feet. “My name is Joseph,” he said, replacing his hat, gliding over to sit beside her.
“I'm Hope.” She smiled a greeting.
“Hope. That is a lovely name. May I ask where you are headed?”
At that moment, the conductor made his way down the aisle. “Ticket, ma’am.” She handed hers to him, and he punched it with his hand-forged nippers as the train lurched out of the station.
Hope returned her attention to Joseph. “I'm heading home, to Payson.” She removed her bonnet, and placed it on her lap. She gave her curls a gentle shake and waited for the breeze to cool her. “And you, sir? What is your destination?” She asked, not needing conversation, but not wanting to be impolite.
“I am also headed to Payson.” Seeming to need to explain, he added, “I've been discharged from military service, and am looking to purchase a small farm with my earnings.”
“I see. But, the war is not over, is it?” In school, they had studied about the war. It had been raging for several years, but it seemed so far away in the books and maps her teacher used as she tried to explain it. Now, it was up close and personal, sitting right next to her.
“No, it is not. I was honorably discharged. I was injured; my leg is no longer fully functional.”
“Oh, I'm sorry.” She glanced and saw how he held his leg out straight, then quickly redirected her gaze out the window.
“You don't remember me, do you?” Joseph asked.
Hope turned in her seat to study him. His skin was tanned, indicating many hours spent outdoors. He had a healthy head of long brown hair. His upper lip was capped with a dark bushy mustache. His sturdy chin and neck were covered by a thick bristly beard. Underneath wide and level brows, his silvery eyes were framed by the thickest, longest lashes she had ever seen. Aware she was staring, she flushed slightly.
“No, I'm sorry, should I know you?”
“I remember you. Hope Tewksbury. The little red-haired, freckle-faced girl, with her nose always in the books.” Joseph chuckled. “I was six years ahead of you in Mrs. Greenwood's class. I often got into trouble. Wound up getting paddled at the pillory a time or two.”
“I'm sorry, I don't recall. My mother told me to stay away from boys like you.” She chuckled. “And, in all the commotion, I wouldn't have recognized you.”
Joseph laughed. “No, I suppose not. My backside, more than my face, was visible to most townspeople. Well, not to worry, my dear. My time in the Army has changed me for the better.”
Hope's heart fluttered a bit as she thought, he called me dear. “So, have you been in the Army all this time?”
“Yes, I've been in Bama these last six years. My Pop thought the experience would make a man out of me, so he encouraged me to enlist. Then the war started. I did my duty, and did it well enough to move up to the rank of captain. But, after I was shot, they decided to send me home. Can't say I'm sorry. I've seen enough death to last me a lifetime.” He shuddered.
Hope nodded. And, now he's coming back to Payson—and the feud.
About the Author:
Sahalie Blue was born and raised in the Midwestern US along the shores of Lake Michigan. She now lives in the Pacific Northwest, treasuring the great outdoors of her new home.
Sahalie loves hiking in the region's majestic Cascade Mountains, dense mossy forests and sagebrush-filled deserts. Her revered, special place is Sahalie Falls, a roaring waterfall that pounds the McKenzie River into a rainbowed mist.
She's been married for several years to a computer guy who loves to tell jokes. She appreciates laugh-out-loud moments. She enjoys reading just about anything, but mysteries, romances, and science fiction are her favorites. She is passionate about expressing her thoughts and feelings in her writing.
About the Book:
Book 3 in the Absolution Series
Out of the madness came something extraordinary. But not without a price.
An innocent crush
Turned into a rush
When he gave me the attention I craved
His touch became vile
Like a turn of the dial
The path down the rabbit hole he paved
Carrick came along
Told me I belonged
In this world to be cherished and loved
When life spun out of control
It crushed my soul
My fate written in the stars above
Due out October 11th!
Excerpt:"I brought you out here..."
"Fine, demanded you come out here so you couldn't say no to my plans to take you out."
She pushes off the car and prowls over until she's standing toe-to-toe with me.
"Does your plan involve taking me for a ride?"
"Is that what you want?"
The corners of her mouth kick up like she's losing the battle to stop herself from smiling. From recent experience I know something smart ass is going to pass through those luscious lips.
"I think I like the idea of you taking me for a ride as long as it's long and hard." She bites on her tongue and winks.
As she steps around me, I let out the breath I'd been holding, feeling her body so close to mine. I turn around to see she's already straddled on the bike, patting the seat in front of her.
Running my hands through my already messy auburn hair, I pick up the helmet and offer it to her. "Safety first."
"You always play safe?" Grabbing the helmet and sliding it on her head, she does the clip under her chin and leans forward on her hands, pushing her tits together.
Fuck me, this girl is going to kill me.
About the Author:
Joz Maxel is a married mother of three living in Western Canada. Falling hard into the indie world four years ago, she has been an avid reader, pimper and blogger.
When an opportunity to write a short story for a contest presented itself she thought "Why not?" and went for it. Her debut novella, My Absolution, was published in August 2017.
When not writing or juggling her house of mayhem, she yells at the television while watching her beloved Edmonton Oilers or binge watches Supernatural, Stranger Things and Riverdale, just to name a few.
About the Book:
Samantha Hillis, a widow of three years, has just begun to put her life back together when a shooter in the parking lot of the mall destroys dozens of cars and causes multiple injuries. Sam is pulled into the arms of Adam Stapleton, a handsome lieutenant of the Highway Patrol, and she feels for the first time in years what it’s like to be held in a man’s arms. And it’s wonderful.
But Adam has his own set of rules, intended to keep her safe. As a series of double-takes and other events happen that make her doubt her own judgement, she realizes she’s been drawn into a web of suspicion. She’s now the object of a murder investigation, of stalking, and her own home has been broken into and ransacked. The only one she can trust now is Adam.
He paused after taking a sip. “It was time, Sam. I loved her desperately, but I’ve finally arrived at the conclusion she isn’t coming back. They say it takes two years. I’m not sure yet I made the right decision. But there was an opening here, So here I am.”
“With no furniture.” She was grinning now.
He gave her a wink. “That amuses you, doesn’t it? Brat.”
She rose as the washer finished its cycle, and stuck her tongue out. “I can be.”
“Can be a…?”
“A brat. If you want.” She was throwing things into the dryer and looking around for something to add. “Dryer sheets?”
“What’s a dryer sheet?”
She stared. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Yes. They’re in the cabinet above your head.”
She reached up. And up. She finally got the door open. She could see the box, but couldn’t reach it. Finally, she gave him a withering glance and came over to drag the barstool to it. Climbing on top of it, she opened the cabinet.
“Determined, aren’t you?” he said, frowning. “Sam? I’d really rather you didn’t do that.”
“Well, you don’t seem to be offering to get it.”
“I’m waiting on you to ask. Nicely.”
She turned to face him. But her scowl had increased. “Never mind.” She pulled the box of sheets out and dropped them on top of the dryer with a thud.
As she moved her foot backward, however, it slipped off the stool and she fell—straight into Adam’s embrace. The air whooshed out of her lungs as she found herself cradled in his arms and staring up into his face, inches away.
He stood there, holding her, for several minutes, and she began to grow uncomfortable under his scrutiny.
“Now,” he said finally, in a voice that was not at all amused, “shall we try this again?”
She looked away, nodding.
“Did you ask for my help?”
“You didn’t offer—”
“—Did you ask?”
“But you knew what I needed—”
“Sam? Answer the question.”
She gulped. “No.”
About the Author:
An assignment by my elegant and sweet fifth grade teacher was what started it all. The assignment? To write a short story and read it aloud to the class.
Enter a story about a group of fifth grade kids camping in the woods who were attacked by a Grizzly; add body parts everywhere and kids being mauled to death one by one, and pile on top one horrified teacher (Poor Mrs. J!). The kids thought it was cool, however, and I was hooked.
Writing continued throughout Junior and Senior High, in the form of space stories, then spy stories, and by the time I reached high school, had turned into romances! Every year when spring fever hit, I would take my notebook outside at lunchtime, and soak up the sun, and write. Then I would take it home and type it up on onionskin paper, on an old Underwood typewriter (Yes, I know I'm old!)
One day a few years ago while cleaning, I came upon a tote containing a wad of onionskin paper, rolled up. I was delighted to find a story that I had written when I was about eighteen, and thought, "Hmm, I wonder what would happen if I sat down and re-wrote this? And submitted it?”
My favorite Heroine? One with intelligence, integrity, courage, and firm determination. I love to have the heroine and hero ‘make a difference’ in the surroundings and lives of others in the story. And needless to say, my favorite hero is an "Alpha male" who loves his woman to distraction, but is smart (yes, in my opinion, smart is extremely sexy!) stern, and willing to be as strict as necessary to protect her from danger, even danger from herself.