Good Luck Daddy is FREE until 9/23/19!

About the Book:
I've known Keely for her whole life. She's my deceased best friend's little sister, now my best friend by default, and the closest thing I have left to anything resembling family. She’s off limits. Too bad she didn't get the memo.

After leaving the military, I came back to the only place I had never known as home-hers. With her brother gone, she’s in a rough spot. She needs me more than ever. Watching out for her should be easy. Second Nature. Something I've always done. Why, with Austin gone, does it suddenly feel so different?

I tell myself she's off limits on a daily basis- but there is one tiny problem.

Keely is all grown up, and she doesn't feel the same way.

She's smart, funny, smoking hot, and desperately trying to get into my pants-and my heart.

Moving in with her was a really bad idea.

About the Series:
Good Luck Daddy is Book 1 in a hot new Rom-Com series about a group of friends, bonded over their love of dirty books with drool-worthy heroes, who eventually get their own hot, hilarious, happily-ever-afters

About the Rayanna:
Writing has been a passion of mine since I was 9 years old, and I always dreamed of becoming an author, but life happens and sometimes that first step seems like a giant leap. I credit a life changing move from the Oregon to Utah in the fall of 2013 as the catalyst that began my writing career.

I now reside in Southern Utah with my husband, my two children, two dogs, my mother, my 90 year old grandfather and a lizard named Leo.

I write what I love to read, which is fun romantic stories about submission in its many forms, and often joke that my stories get slightly dirtier with each one I write. When I am not writing, I enjoy my passions, which include cooking, drinking good coffee and good wine, shopping for crazy knee socks, celebrating with sushi for every occasion, and most of all spending time with my friends and family.

About the Allysa:
I am a full-time mom to two sassy, strong-willed, loveable little girls. What can I say? They take after their Mama. I'm on the wrong side of 30, and I have been married to my best friend for over ten years and I couldn't imagine doing life with anyone else by my side. We are Southern California transplants, currently residing in a very rural part of the east coast. I have two crazy dogs that I adore, even though they drive me out of my ever-loving mind most days.

Writing and graphic design consume all of my spare time and I could not be happier. This journey I am on is a crazy one, but I wouldn't trade it for the world.

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. 
Only problem?
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.

Excerpt:
Blindfolded. Bought.
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. 

“Noah?”

“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.

Come discover the kinky side of romance  aubreycara.com

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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.

Excerpt:

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? 

Excerpt:
   “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.