Tuesday, November 20, 2018

The Beast In A Suit by Elena Kincaid #Romance @EvernightPub


The Beast In A Suit (A Contemporary Tale) By: Elena Kincaid




Thanks so much for hosting The Beast In A Suit (A Contemporary Tale). This story is an office romance with a modern twist on a classic tale and the first in a brand new series. The rest of the series will take on a different fairy tale and continue with the office romance theme.


BLURB:

She’s no damsel. He’s no prince. Can their love still be strength enough to save them both?

Twenty years later, and the hole inside Emeline’s soul only got bigger, mourning the loss of her mother and brother and what could have been. A stranger comes along with changes to a career she loves, but will it be for the better and will he end up changing her, too?

Adam has been closed off to the world for nearly two decades, existing but not living. He doesn’t even realize the shell of a man he’s become until a woman he’s slowly falling for makes him examine his own reflection.

A modern twist on a classic tale filled with desire, passion, and one dangerous obsession.

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  EXCERPT:

“You’re firing me?”
“Of course not,” he replied adamantly, finally turning to face her. “I meant what I said before. You’re very valuable to this company and you’ve more than proven it. I also meant it when I told you that you would do great on your own. I don’t want you to leave.” He took her hand in his. “I want nothing more than for you stay, but I don’t want to hold you hostage. That was unfair of me. Please, forgive me.”
The truth was, she had forgotten about his threat. With the way he turned the company around along with giving her his friendship, not to mention the fact that she was in love with him, she was happy there again. She hadn’t thought about quitting or about going out on her own. The fact that he remembered and was apologizing for it and even willing to let her go without any repercussions stunned her. She had already forgiven him a while ago.
She watched a sly smile form on his lips, a devilish gleam in his eye. “No one should have to work for an asshole.”
“Good thing I no longer think of you as an asshole.” She glanced down at their joined hands. “I would like to stay.”
“You would?” He sounded surprised, hopeful even, and the look on his face confirmed it when she raised her head.
“And what about you, Adam?” she asked. “Do you intend to stay?” She knew it was a premature question, given the fact that it would be some time before he could present a tempting sale, but she felt like she needed to know if he even considered the possibility of actually keeping the company and running it himself.
He reached out and toyed with a strand of her hair. “I’d gotten so used to working with soulless corporations, people who wouldn’t hesitate to stab each other in the back. I guess you can say I’m pleasantly surprised. Publishing Enchanted is more than a company. It’s a family.”
“You’re part of it now.”
“And I don’t think I want to give that up.” He let go of her hair and brushed his knuckles down her cheek. “I have too many reasons to stay.”
They were so close now, their faces mere inches apart. Emeline couldn’t even remember how they had gotten there, but now she only wanted to be closer. “Adam,” she whispered, right before he closed the final distance between them and kissed her.
His kiss was soft, tentative at first, as if gauging her reaction, but when she wrapped her arms around him, he deepened it, moaning into her mouth as their tongues finally met and entwined. Finally, she got her wish and fisted her hand in his thick locks. His hair was soft, just as she’d imagined. Even his beard was soft against her skin. And God, he was such a great kisser, exploring her mouth thoroughly, lips and tongues feverishly connecting.
It was her turn to moan when he pulled her onto his lap and his hands began to roam down her back, her arms, and skimming down the sides of her breasts. He stopped kissing her lips long enough to move down to her jaw, her neck, and then all the way down to that deep V in the center of her cleavage, eliciting another, much louder, moan from her.
She was so lost in him, she hadn’t even realized at first that they were no longer moving, had no idea when they had stopped. Adam took notice of it, too, and paused his attentions to her. They were both panting as they stared at one another, and this time it was Emeline who leaned in and kissed him. She whispered, “Stay,” against his lips, the ache inside her for him too great to be able to part with him.
He practically growled in response and the two of them poured months of longing into their next kiss.
“I’m going to devour every single inch of you,” he said.
Yes, please!



BIO:

Elena Kincaid is an award-winning and Amazon best-selling author. She writes Paranormal and Contemporary Romances with alpha males who stop at nothing to protect their women, heroines who are anything but damsels in distress, and stories where the only love worth fighting for is the forever kind of love.

She was born in Ukraine and raised in New York, where she currently lives with her daughter. Her desk is constantly cluttered with journals, sticky notes, and torn-out pieces of paper full of ideas. When not working, Elena loves to spend time with her family, travel the globe, curl up with a good book, and catch up on her shows.

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Monday, November 19, 2018

Golden: The Pride of Panthers 1 by Allyson Young #Paranormal #Romance


Golden: The
Pride of Panthers 1


Trace da Costa is determined to unite the nomadic and unsocial panther shifters of the Americas in order to add their voice—as a pride—to that of the rest of the world’s shifters. Humans are aware shifters exist which has led to innumerable problems, especially threatening the survival of the solitary big cats.
His followers have already embraced the idea of mating and staying together to raise their cubs and when he finds his mate he must convince her of the rationale behind the change in tradition.
Aura Maas has no interest in males, aside from the occasional one night stand and even if Trace da Costa is her mate she isn’t willing to give up her lonely lifestyle, having become inured to it at an early age. She is well aware of the risks with no one to have her back and resistant to the idea of being responsible for another—especially a cub or two.
But she’s impossibly drawn to Trace and when danger strikes they make a formidable team. Not to mention how great the sex is. She agrees to commit for a month, against her better judgment because her cat has already accepted him and her human side is fighting a losing battle.
But there are other forces at work, from traditionalists to hunters and it’s only when she flees on instinct and Trace follows her that she accepts her fate. She is claimed by him—and him by her.

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Excerpt:

“Where is she?” The tension in his voice betrayed his need.
Rock Gideon spoke from the side of his mouth. “Secured in the back room.”
His gut clenched as his entire body went on alert. “What do you mean, secured?”
“Tied, wrapped, and gagged. Secured. She should be waking up from the injection right about now.”
“You drugged and secured my mate.” A stupid man might have missed the dire warning in Trace’s tone. Rock was anything but.
Easing up on his elbows, the big male shook his hair from his eyes. Trace held his stare, their beasts close to the surface. The wolf broke first and dropped his gaze for an instant. “It took five of my pack to subdue her. Shade and Blaze are still recovering—in wolf form! It was a fucking bloodbath. Without the injection, you’d still be looking for her, and how I managed to administer that is a mystery.”
Despite the damage to Rock’s people, Trace couldn’t help but feel a frisson of arrogance and satisfaction. Aura Maas was worthy of him and his pride. Not that his loosely knit group of panthers were actually a pride, but they were still connected. And he required a mate to help bind them together before their kind faded into the mist. It was his lifelong ambition and one within his grasp.
He’d outlived his parents, and his sister… Well, he hadn’t given up hope for Ariana, not yet, but most everyone else had, and it was as if he was the last of his line. And so he was determined to build a larger family, both for safety and longevity of their species.
“I apologize for your trouble and offer my regards to your pack. I’ll also increase the prize money.”
With a huff, Rock turned back to his beer. His tone was admiring, if grudging. “Whoever tames that cat will have a lifetime of—”
Whatever the wolf thought Trace would have with Aura was clearly beyond his ability to describe. Trace hid a smug smile and said, “I’ll see her now.”
“Help yourself. Just keep between her and the fucking door once you cut her free.” Rock fished a key out of his shirt pocket. “New deadbolt. And the window is barred. We’ve kept … guests before.”

The information gave him pause but for a moment. Whomever Rock kept prisoner or in a way station wasn’t his business. The alpha wolf had a reputation of being on the up and up. Regardless, he didn’t have time to ponder. His mate awaited him.




About the Author:

Allyson Young aka Peri Elizabeth Scott lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada where she and her husband pretend to work well together in their seasonal business. 
She has always enjoyed the written word, and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at writing one. That effort was followed by a mix of spicy (Ally) and (sweet) Peribeth romances in various genres as well as a post apocalyptic adventure without a lick of romance by Peribeth. 
A best selling Amazon author, a hybrid and a co-author, as of October 2018 she has published seven series and several standalones-all available on Amazon-with others in the works.

Thursday, November 15, 2018

Throwback Thursday: PARTY ANIMAL #roosters #gayfiction #tbt




PARTY ANIMAL by Gale Stanley
Roosters 6

Casey Cox is a porn star legend. Life is a never-ending party and there’s always a hot guy or two willing to play. Then Casey meets the one man who isn’t interested and suddenly it’s a challenge he can’t resist.

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Excerpt

I stared at my reflection in the mirror and gave myself an eight out of ten. All those late nights were finally taking a toll. Would I give them up? Hell no! Life was a never-ending party, and the guest list changed every day. I liked it that way. Variety is the spice of life after all.

But right now, I needed to do damage control. I read somewhere that the eyes are the mirror of the soul. If that was true then my soul must be puffy, wrinkled, and bloodshot. It wasn’t a good look. Thank God for eye drops. A few in each eye made my whites pop. I practiced my sultry green stare in the mirror. Not bad, but the bags had to go. I reached for the Preparation H and applied it liberally. My sister swears by the stuff.

I’d showered and shaved at home, but my hair needed a redo. My trademark look is a messy bedhead, black locks flying every which way. I don’t like to disappoint the fans and it’s easy enough to get the look. It’s all about a good haircut and a few styling tricks, like gel.

I stepped back from the mirror to check out my body. No problems there. Six feet, two inches of lean muscle thanks to an exercise routine that keeps me camera ready. No matter how late I go to bed, I wake up early and use the small gym in my apartment building. A good workout always makes me feel better. Today, we’re shooting early, so I did a short routine, just long enough to break a sweat and get my blood pumping. Then it was SSME, and I’m not talking kinky sex. Shower, shave, moisturize, enema. I like to be clean for the close-up shots.

Yeah, I bare it all, but it’s all for the sake of art. I’m not kidding. One of my first jobs when I came to LA was as an artist’s model. At first, because of my strict upbringing, I was uncomfortable posing nude, but eventually I realized that the human body is a beautiful thing. It was a liberating experience.

Today, I’ve convinced myself that filming is an art form. There are thousands, maybe millions of guys out there staring at my naked body. What I do prompts an emotional response and gives them pleasure, just like other art forms. Art is in the eye of the beholder, after all. It’s one hell of an ego trip.



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Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.
Some things never change.





Thursday, November 8, 2018

Throwback Thursday: Down and Dirty #gay #shifters #tbt




Down and Dirty (Sanctuary 2)

Genres: Alternative (M/M, Gay), Paranormal, Shape-shifter
Length: 20,955

Blurb
Bear shifter Luke Reed is still licking his wounds after a bad breakup. Ally would have made a perfect wife, but their relationship was missing the passion. She was all about the romance, but sometimes a guy just wants to get down and dirty. Now Luke’s sex dreams are getting raunchier, and his costar is always a man. The shifter’s face is hidden, but when Sam Harper shows up in Sanctuary, there’s no mistaking his body.

Sparks fly between Sam and Luke and the sex is orgasmic. But Sam doesn’t want to be Luke’s dirty secret. He wants a commitment. Luke realizes that Sam is the soulmate of his dreams, but he’s afraid of disappointing his family. Can Sam convince him to come out of the closet and take a chance on love?

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Story Excerpt

Luke took a sip of his beer and watched the tall dark stranger spinning his ex around the dance floor. They made a striking couple. Ally’s low-cut top put her ample cleavage on prominent display and made it obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. But it was her partner Luke focused on. He turned to Becca. “Who is that guy dancing with Ally?”

Becca sported a mischievous grin. “Jealous?”

Luke frowned. “Curious.”

“His name is Sam Harper and he’s visiting from Idaho, but he wasn’t living there when we were.”

Still, something about Sam Harper was familiar. He was at least 6’4” and well built. Tight jeans hugged his ass, enhancing every move as he danced, and his unbuttoned shirt revealed a sexy smattering of dark hair between solid pecs. Dark intense eyes and a heavily stubbled face projected a masculine vibe.

Luke remembered all the times Ally had run her hands through his blond hair and raved about his blue eyes. Now she was dancing with Luke’s physical opposite. And Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome had to be a good dancer too, didn’t he? Luke tore his gaze away, but kept returning to Ally and her macho partner.
 
The beat slowed and the lights dimmed. Ally started to get freaky. She moved her hips in a circular motion. Then she turned her back to her partner and bent her knees in a sexy invitation. He put his hands on her hips, and Ally ground her ass against his crotch.

Surprise made Luke’s jaw drop. He and Ally had two years of backstory, and she had never acted that seductive with him. Yet here she was cozying up to a stranger. Why? Did she want to make Luke jealous? She couldn’t possibly want to get back together. Their breakup had been awful. Most likely, Ally wanted to bolster her ego, or show Luke what he was missing.

If she wanted to annoy Luke because he couldn’t dance, it was working. He would rather have his fingernails pulled out than get on the dance floor. Dancing made him feel self-conscious. He imagined he looked silly and everyone was laughing at him. It had always been hard for Luke to let loose and have fun.

Evidently, this guy had no such problem. He danced as if no one was watching, and he didn’t care if they did. Ally was eating up his sexy moves. She turned to face him, and they started rolling their chests and groins against each other. Ally had a goofy smile on her face, and her moves got more seductive. She licked her lips and eye-fucked the shit out of her partner.

Luke’s eyes popped. He clenched his teeth. Ally never acted that way with him. She must have had too much to drink. She never could hold her liquor.
Suddenly Ally stood on her tiptoes, gripped her partner’s neck, and fastened her face to his.

Ash came over to the bar to grab a beer. He took a sip and chuckled. “Now that’s one hell of a lip-lock.”

That was the last straw. They might not be together anymore, but Luke still felt responsible for Ally. He couldn’t stand by and watch her get into trouble. Luke pushed his way through the crowded dance floor and clamped a hand on the stranger’s shoulder. “What the fuck is going on here?”


Adult Excerpt

Ash sat on the floor between Sam and Luke. He downed his fourth beer and looked from one man to the other. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m horny as fuck. Anybody interested in buddy bating?”

Inside, Luke cringed. Damn Ash. He had a big libido and a bigger mouth, and when he drank, he’d say or do anything. Luke tried to deflect the conversation. “Sam must be tired. Why don’t we leave and let him get some sleep?”

“Sam’s a big boy. He can speak for himself.” Ash chuckled. “I know you’re a bator, Luke. What about you, Sam?”

“If you’re talking about self-gratification, that would be a yes, but you’ll have to enlighten me about buddy bating.”

Luke felt his face heat. He wished the floor would open up and swallow him where he sat.

“It’s pretty much what it sounds like. Masturbating with a buddy,” Ash said. “Without touching, of course.”

“Of course,” Sam muttered.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Can this get any worse?

“Luke and I like jacking off together. Watching him stroke that big dick makes me really hot. It doesn’t mean we’re gay,” Ash added quickly.
Evidently, things could get worse, much worse. Luke tried to catch his friend’s eye and warn him to shut the fuck up, but Ash just kept talking.
“We like to get off. Nothing to be ashamed of. We just do what bros do. It’s a bonding thing. It strengthens our friendship.” Ash looked at Sam. “It’ll make you one of the boys. Clear out any bad blood between you and Luke.”
“I’m more of a loner myself, but well, whatever turns you on.”

Ash grinned. “When in doubt, whip it out.” He released his prick and started pumping.

Luke started to get up. “This is crazy.” He looked to Sam for help, but the dark shifter had pulled out his dick and was watching Ash.

Ash’s eyes went wide. “Fuck, Sam, I think your dick is bigger than Luke’s.”
Luke clenched his teeth. No wonder Ash was impressed. The little shit had the smallest prick in the room, but he made up for it with his enthusiasm. He was really getting into it, pumping into his fist and moaning. He looked over at Luke. “What are you waiting for? Need some help?”

Despite his reluctance, Luke felt himself unraveling, a slave to his hormones, like a sow in heat. Hard as steel, his dick had already made up its mind to participate. Growling, Luke unzipped and pulled it out.

* * * *

Sam couldn’t help comparing as he watched Ash stroke his cock. Ash might be big by human standards, but he didn’t measure up here. Sam switched his focus to Luke. He had a beauty, almost as big as Sam’s.

“Oh, fuck. Oh my God!”

Sam and Luke both turned to watch Ash.

“Argh…” Ash’s hand was a blur as he pumped his cock. Suddenly his face scrunched up. “Kaboom!” He shot a geyser toward the ceiling. When it finally stopped, Ash looked dazed. “That’s a wrap,” he said and fell over onto the floorboards. It didn’t take ten seconds for him to start snoring.

Luke and Sam looked at each other and busted out laughing. When the laughter ended, there was an awkward silence.

Still hard, Sam wanted to come. “I think he’s out for the count. Whatta ya say we let him sleep it off and finish this in the backroom?”

Luke hesitated for a few seconds. “Sure, let’s do it.”

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Monday, November 5, 2018

His Tempting Love by Anya Summers #Western #Romance #Giveaway @GoddessFish



This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Anya Summers will be awarding a $15 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banners to see the other stops on the tour.


Cora Roberts has a plan: move to a new town and make a better life for herself and her son. As a single mom, she’s not looking for a relationship of any kind. But then she never expected to have the sexy Garrett offer her a night of uninhibited pleasure with no strings attached.



Garrett Brooks never expected Cora’s surrender to his touch to be so sweet – or tempt him to want more than just a single night with her. But as he pursues a deeper relationship with Cora, a threat from his past emerges.



Will Garrett be able to tempt Cora with his love, or will outside forces tear them apart?


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A pair of shirtless cowboys settled onto the stools at table ten in her station. Cora approached and couldn’t help but notice that the man with his back to her had one hell of a sexy back. Could a back be sexy? Because this one was. His muscles were defined, flexing with each slight movement. She had an image of herself dragging her tongue along the clearly distinct line of his spine, right down to the two dimples peeking above the line of his low-slung blue jeans.



She inhaled a steadying breath. Clearly her vibrator wasn’t getting the job done if she was having lusty thoughts about a strange man’s back.



The gentleman was a large guy—had to be at least six feet or taller—with dark chestnut hair peeping from beneath his ivory Stetson. His long, muscular, jean-clad legs were tucked beneath the table. The jeans rode low on his hips, even with the brown leather belt circling his waist, and the material lovingly cupped his behind. It wasn’t one of the flat butts so many men had but firmly rounded to give a woman something to hold on to as he thrust.



Clearly it had been far too long since she’d done the deed if she was envisioning holding on to his sexy butt while he had his way with her. She had to be careful or she’d wind up sleeping with someone she had no business getting entangled with.



The hot cowboy’s friend was an equally big fella. Although, for her at least, he was eclipsed by his friend.



Cora plastered a smile on her face as she rounded the table and faced the two Doms.



“Sirs, what can I get for you this evening?” she asked and finally lifted her gaze up to the man’s face. And holy smokes, what a face. Sinfully handsome didn’t even begin to describe her hot cowboy. Nor the fact that one glance at him made her skin feel three sizes too small.



“You’re new,” the cowboy said, and his voice reminded her of melted dark chocolate. Her gaze dipped from his ‘melt your panties off’ face to his brawny shoulders. Viewing them from the front, suffused with lines of ropey muscles, made tingles tighten in her core. Her gaze lowered to his solidly formed chest, the pectorals well-defined and liberally dusted with fine dark hair. Her mouth watered to taste the flat disks of his dusky brown nipples and then follow the singular line of his happy trail with her tongue over his ripcord abs. She inhaled a steadying breath. What the hell was wrong with her? She flashed her gaze back up to his face. His chestnut hair was shaded with hints of deep auburn and the color extended to the trim beard covering his square jaw. But it was the Dom’s eyes, framed by thick chestnut brows, the sharp cobalt orbs reminding her of the deep blue waters off the bay in Seattle, that caused her breath to catch in her throat. They stared at her, glittering with interest as they gave her body the same studious perusal.



“Perceptive,” she replied, as she attempted to reel her pulse back from its fluttering, thumping madness. Just because she found the cowboy sinfully attractive to the point that all her erogenous zones had taken notice, didn’t mean she could act on said lusts. “My name is Cora and I will be serving you this evening.”



“I’ve not seen you around here. New to the area?” the other cowboy said.



She directed her gaze his way. He was equally attractive, with his fawn-colored hair showing beneath the brim of his black hat and hazel eyes that leaned more toward brown with flecks of emerald and gold. His jaw was clean shaven, a bit more angular, and he had a slight cleft in his chin. The cowboy’s chest was certainly noteworthy, a tad leaner, his build more like a swimmer’s, and dusted with light fawn-colored hair. But this guy didn’t make a five-alarm fire ignite in her nether regions. Which made him safe territory, regardless of the fact that his eyes weren’t all that warm.



She addressed him and said, “Yep. Moved here two weeks ago.”



“From where?” Blue eyes asked and she swiveled her head, feeling her high ponytail swish against her shoulder blades. She was drowning in his stare, pin pricks of heat swarming her system. With a simple glance, the man caused every nerve ending to tingle with awareness. Her breath backed up in her lungs and she had to fight the very real desire to touch him. See if his skin would burn at the touch.



“Seattle. Would you two like anything to drink tonight?” she asked, wanting to steer away from her personal life.



“Quite a long way,” the other cowboy said, his stare assessing her, and she couldn’t help but feel he was attempting to divine all her secrets.



He had no idea. She missed her friends, she missed her tiny little house. She missed home. She shook herself. This was home now, whether she liked it or not.



“It is.”



Blue eyes said, “I’m Garrett and this is Jackson. Why don’t you bring us a bucket of Coronas to start?”



“Absolutely. Hungry? Anything to eat?” she asked.



“Not for anything on the menu.” Garrett gave her a lopsided, sexy grin. Laugh lines crinkled at the corners of his intense gaze. And Cora felt a resounding ache in her core. Smooth. This Dom was a charmer. A panty melting charmer, and by the wicked gleam in his cobalt gaze, he knew how to make a woman scream in ecstasy. And if she was reading correctly into his innuendo, sexy Garrett would only be too happy to show her just how exemplary he was in matters of the flesh.


About the Author: Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Anya grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Anya never did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with an M.A. in History.


Anya is a bestselling and award-winning author published in multiple fiction genres. She also writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance under the name Maggie Mae Gallagher. A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She currently lives in the Midwest with her two furry felines.



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