Sunday, September 29, 2019
Out Now! Eyes Wide Open by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #BDSM #MMF
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Friday, September 27, 2019
Lone Survivor (Crescent City Kings Book 1) by Anya Summers #NewAdult #Romance #Giveaway @GoddessFish
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She needed a fresh start…
ICU Nurse Sadie Montgomery moved to New Orleans after her entire world fell apart. The idea was borne of desperation as she sank further into a depression so deep and dark, she had stopped feeling. It isn’t until she crosses paths with Ram that she finally feels a spark of life return. The only problem is, she doesn’t want to be dependent upon anyone. The pain of losing it all is still too fresh. Not to mention, in Ram’s world, the women submit themselves body and soul.
He wasn’t looking for love…
Former Army Ranger, Ramsey O’Malley, is not looking for a long-term commitment from a woman beyond a scene or two at Club Underworld. He doesn’t have the time nor the inclination to begin something he cannot finish, not as a single dad with a thriving psychology practice. Except, he is drawn to his newest patient. She’s forbidden, like the apple in the garden of Eden, and all he wants to do it take a bite.
But they could not deny their desire…
When Sadie makes a surprise appearance at Club Underworld looking to take a walk on the wild side, Ram knows he cannot let another man have her. He wants to be the one to introduce her to submission. But can he convince her to submit to his brand of lovemaking? And will just one night be enough?
Publisher’s Note: This steamy contemporary romance contains elements of power exchange.
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Ram arrived at his office and had just finished getting everything in order, when the door chimed in the waiting room. Taking a deep breath, he opened it and had to stop his tongue from hanging out. Sadie was wearing a breezy, seaside blue sundress that ended just below her knees. The halter top framed her breasts as if they were a gift tied up in ribbon. The color complemented her golden, sun-kissed skin, and it made him wonder what color her nipples were beneath the cotton material.
Fuck, he had it bad. Especially when he glanced at her hair in a thick braid over one dainty shoulder and envisioned it wrapped around his fist as he pounded into her from behind. Down, boy. She had him nearly coming out of his skin, his dick twitching in excitement at her nearness.
“Come on in and take a seat,” he said, holding the door open. She brushed past him with a tremulous smile and he caught a whiff of her scintillating ginger scent which made him want to bury his face between her pert breasts and inhale it.
Instead of taking a seat in one of the chairs by his desk, she walked over to the two leather easy chairs with the cedar wood end table between them, and sat. Interesting choice. He did it on purpose: not indicating where the person should sit but allowing them to choose.
The leather seating was more intimate, less formal, and he found patients typically sat there when they felt comfortable enough with him to start dredging up the depths of their trauma.
It meant she trusted him. If she were a sub, he’d reward her with an orgasm. As she was not, he would make sure he complimented her efforts.
He closed the door. Then, with his clipboard in hand, he joined her, sitting in the other chair.
Before he even opened his mouth, Sadie started. “I know what you’re going to ask. Yes, I have set up some fun for this afternoon.”
He cocked his head as he settled himself. “Good. And what did you decide?”
“To spend the afternoon at the Hotel Monteleone’s spa—you know, facial, body wrap, pedicure. Girl stuff,” she said with such a dazzling smile, he was charmed.
He hid his grin, feeling the corners of his mouth twitch. “And what else?”
“That’s not enough?” Some of her smile slipped, concern scrunching her brow.
“No, not when you have been using work as an escape and forgetting that you need balance. One afternoon is a start. It’s a good start. But I want you to start thinking about adding stuff that you do each week that is not work. Take it from me, you need more than work in your life.”
“And do you have more than work?” she asked, nibbling on her lower lip as she studied him. There was an impudent gleam in her gaze.
Some of her enthusiasm over her feat had dimmed. She was a fighter, and wasn’t going to surrender easily. He liked the challenge she presented; so did his dick. So much so, he shifted in his seat to hide his growing erection. The women who fought against their nature and needs—when they finally did surrender, it was infinitely sweeter than submissives who did as they were told all the time. And he ached for her, both physically, which was startling, and in his chest as she struggled with her emotions. “Yes, I do have more in my life than work,” he said. “It’s a balancing act and one I don’t always manage well. No one does. I think you are off to a great start. But it’s just the start. You and I both know there’s no quick fix. And Sadie, you must want the zest back in your life above and beyond holding on to the past. You must want to let go of the crushing guilt that you survived the accident. I know first-hand it’s not easy.”
“How would you know?” She sniffed, trying to hold back her tears.
“Because twelve years ago, my Army Ranger unit came under heavy fire in Afghanistan. As we were trying to evacuate, our team came across some roadside bombs. I was the only one of my team who made it out alive.” Most of him had made it out. His left foot had died on that road too.
She gasped, her hand went to her mouth. “How did you survive?”
“Not well, at least not the first few years. It takes time. You must have patience with yourself. It’s a baby step process. So, what you have so far is great. I’m proud of you for making those strides with a bit of pampering for yourself today. But instead of thinking short term, maybe we can make a weekly chart. And I want you going out at least once a week to do something enjoyable. It can be antiquing, or going to the movies, or meeting a friend for dinner, or spending the afternoon at a bookstore. It doesn’t have to be grandiose, but it will get easier the more you do it.”
Her lower lip trembled, and she glanced away, but not before he spied the sheen of tears. In a broken whisper, she said, “I don’t know how. I thought moving here would help, make me less afraid of going out, but it hasn’t. If we hadn’t been heading to the musical that night…”
Oh, baby!
Ram had to fight every urge and Dom instinct inside him that demanded he scoop her up, hold her in his lap, and soothe her. Offer her his shoulder to lean on and allow him to carry the weight of her sorrow.
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, paranormal romance, and contemporary 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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Thursday, September 26, 2019
Running from the Cyborg (Terras Five – Book Five) by Anne Kane #SciFi #Romance @ChangelingPress
Running
from the Cyborg
(Terras
Five – Book Five)
By Anne Kane
Genres: Sci –Fi, Cyborgs, romance
Blurb:
She can run but she can’t hide from the
sexy cyborg who has her in his sights.
Caitlyn: Gorgeous. Feisty. Human. A survivor in
an unforgiving galaxy. Running from an enemy she can’t see for reasons she
doesn’t understand. Whoever he is, he’s trying to kill her.
Jakob: Large. Mouthwateringly sexy. Loyal.
Cyborg. Determined to find the female who seduced him, gave him a night he’d
never forget, then disappeared before he woke. When he finally manages to catch
up to her, he intends to do whatever it takes to keep her at his side.
Excerpt:
Jakob stalked toward her, two hundred plus
pounds of naked rippling muscle and attitude. His stiffly erect cock outlined
in mouthwatering detail beneath his flight suit left little doubt as to what he
wanted. Unfortunately, the glare he directed at her said he probably wanted to
tan her hide first.
Not that she didn’t deserve it. She had
snuck out on him without any explanation the last time they were together.
Caitlyn had a feeling that cyborgs didn’t appreciate being tricked. Something
to do with their manly image and all that.
She stood her ground, eyes darting wildly
in all directions, seeking an escape route.
She let out a long sigh. Not happening.
Not this time. He’d caught up to her on one of the smallest and most crowded
space stations in the sector, leaving her with limited options. Only one viable
one, really. Try to deflect his anger with sex.
Hey. A girl had to use whatever worked.
He
stopped a bare arm’s length in front of her. If looks could kill, she’d be dead
at his feet. He was still glaring when he pulled her into his arms and covered
her lips with his mouth.
Damn
he tasted good. Too good. If she weren’t careful, he could be her downfall. She
wanted to run away and hide almost as much as she wanted to spread herself
naked beneath him.
This
was crazy. Totally, completely, utterly crazy. She was acting like some
lovesick idiot, not a grown woman who had been taking care of herself since she
was orphaned at the age of fourteen.
Jakob
gentled his hold and ran his tongue across the seam of her lips, coaxing her to
open. When she complied, he took immediate advantage, plundering the depths
with his tongue.
She
resisted for the merest fraction of a second before melting against his warm
bulk, reveling in the feeling of his hard body against her.
Her
reaction to Jakob confused her. She’d never felt this kind of connection to a
male before, cyborg or human. Never cared beyond the gratification of the
physical act of joining. Too much was at stake to let herself get carried away
with sentimental nonsense like love and happily ever after.
Hell,
that was one of the reasons she preferred to satisfy her amorous side with
cyborgs. Cyborgs were sensible when it came to sex. They were generally happy
to play; love them and leave them. Cyborgs didn’t do forever, which left a big
question unanswered.
Why
had Jakob pursued her across the vast reaches of the galaxy? This wasn’t
supposed to happen.
She
sighed, stretching her arms up to wrap them around his neck. Lust swept through
her in a deliciously warm wave. To hell with expectations and unanswered
questions. She wanted him, and by the size of that bulge in his flight suit, he
wanted her just as much. She could afford to take the time to satisfy that need
before she abandoned him again.
As
if sensing her surrender, Jakob scooped her up in his arms, striding through
the crowd on the automated walkway. The tavern just beyond had private rooms
available. It looked like that was where they were heading, which suited her
just fine. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to make it all the way back to his
ship without doing something deliciously naughty.
$Like
sticking her hands between them and stroking that monster of a hard-on?$
Jakob
lifted his head. Something dark and dangerous glittered in the depths of his
eyes. “What the hell were you thinking, running off like that? You didn’t even
bother to say goodbye.”
So,
he hadn’t quite gotten over that yet. Caitlyn raised her brows, refusing to
surrender to his anger. “Goodbyes are overrated. I’m not one of your Terras
Five breeders. I can take care of myself just fine, and I don’t owe you any
explanations.”
“The
hell you don’t.” He looked magnificent in that moment, exuding a raw sexuality,
that sent a frisson of lust curling through her belly. Holding her close, he
kicked the door to the tavern open and made straight for the back rooms,
nodding to the barkeep on his way past. “I wasted the last moon cycle tracking
you down.”
Shouldering
his way into a private room, he lowered his head, reclaiming her lips. The kiss
was pure alpha male, dominant and demanding. He ravaged her mouth, tasting,
exploring, leaving her no doubt as to his intentions. Growling low in his
throat, he set her on her feet, letting her slide down the length of his body.
Holding her tight against him with the thick bulge of his cock pressed into her
belly, his hands roamed her body. He pushed her shirt aside to explore the
naked skin beneath.
She
sighed, melting against him as she realized just how aroused he was. Angry and
aroused. A very dangerous combination in a cyborg. She should be scared, but
the heat radiating up from her loins left little room for anything but lust.
She’d had other lovers, but none had ever left her feeling this raw hunger.
She
moved against him, shaping her body to his as she returned his kiss with an
intense passion. Rubbing her body against his, she played a dangerous game,
taunting him with her own lust.
She
didn’t care. She wanted him, wanted to feel his hard cock inside her, wanted to
feel his hands moving over her burning flesh. She moaned and squirmed against
his hard body.
Consequences
be damned. She needed this.
He
pulled his mouth away from her lips. “Strip.”
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Author Bio
Anne Kane lives in
the beautiful Okanagan Valley with a bouncy little rescue dog who’s breed
defies description, a cantankerous Himalayan cat, and too many fish to count.
She spent many years trying to fit in and act normal, but finally gave up the
effort. She started writing romance in 2008, and her fate was sealed when she
won a publishing contract with Red Sage Publishing and just a month later
Changeling Press accepted her first submission. Since then she had published
more than thirty stories in a variety of sub-genres, all with a happily ever
after.
Her hobbies, when she’s not playing with the characters in
her head, include kayaking, hiking, swimming, playing guitar, singing and of
course, reading.
You can find Anne around the web at:
Website: http://www.AnneKane.com
Twitter: www.twitter.com/annekane
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/anne.kane.author
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/Annekane
Tuesday, September 24, 2019
The Alpha's Demiwolf (Utopia 1) Now available for preorder #PNR #Romance @ChangelingPress
The Alpha's Demiwolf (Utopia 1)
Author: Gale Stanley
Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Art: Bryan Keller
BIN: 009067-02934
Genres: Paranormal, Romance, New Adult,
Single Parent/Pregnancy Romance, Voyeurism and Exhibitionism, Werewolves
Blurb:
Kya: I’m a
demiwolf -- half wolf, half human, and both species despise my weird mix of
genes. Despite the fact I strip for a living, I’ve hung on to my virginity for
twenty-two years. Until I got knocked up by a big, bad wolf. Now, I’m going to
bring another demiwolf into the world, but his father will never know.
Levi: I’m all
wolf, and Alpha of my pack, committed to keeping our bloodlines pure. Then on
the night of my bachelor party, I hooked up with a stripper. I just wanted to
teach the demiwolf a lesson, but the sex set me on fire. My wolf claimed her
and now I can’t get her out of my head. But what if she won’t accept me?
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Excerpt:
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file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find
offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press
E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in
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The
Alpha's Demiwolf (Utopia 1)
Gale Stanley
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2019 Gale Stanley
Gale Stanley
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2019 Gale Stanley
Kya
I cringed
when I saw the billboard proclaiming, Girls! Girls! Girls! It
was a tacky way to get attention, and I hated it. Averting my eyes, I turned
the corner, pulled into the lot, and parked my old pickup behind the club. It
was my first night at Show ’n Tails, and a definite step down from my old job,
but I’d been fired and needed a gig ASAP.
The incident
wasn’t my fault. There were two of us on the stage and Brandi was so sloshed
she invaded my space and fell on her ass. As if that wasn’t enough, she accused
me of tripping her. Well, one thing led to another and we both got canned.
Another girl told me that Show ’n Tails was hiring and I went for an audition.
The manager was an asshat, but he doesn’t ask too many questions. I like to
keep a low profile.
This isn’t
the life I wanted, but taking off my clothes pays the bills, and I won’t
apologize for trying to earn a living. At least I’m not selling my body, just
the illusion of sex. A lot of girls up their game, but not me. My virginity is
the last piece of self-respect I own and I won’t give it up to some creep for
any amount of money.
The heavy
backdoor slammed shut and locked behind me and the manager shot me a dirty
look. “Hey, Kya. You’re late.”
“Sorry, it
won’t happen again. And my name is Raven when I’m working.”
Marty’s lip
curled in a sneer. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. You better get dressed. I mean
undressed.” He snickered.
I ignored his
disrespectful ass, and walked over to the dressing room. A row of dented
lockers lined one wall. A wide counter with a lighted mirror behind it ran the
length of the opposite wall. Everything stunk from sweat and cheap perfume. The
long vanity was cluttered with makeup and no one made room for the new girl, so
I started changing next to my locker. When a spot at the mirror opened up, I
grabbed it and started working on my wild black curls.
Marty stuck
his head in the door. “Hey, fresh meat, you’re on next.”
I knew he
meant me. I was the newest girl there. Half of me cringed, the half that’s
wolf. The half I keep hidden. Or is it a quarter of me I keep hidden? I guess
it depends on how you look at it. A full-blooded wolf-shifter is already half
human, although they’ll never admit to it. My father was a wolf, but my mother
was human.
Does that
mean I’m… Oh,
fuck the fractions. No matter how you look at it, I’m a demiwolf.
But I look
human. I checked my body in the mirror. Yep, a hot as hell human female stared
back at me. Tacky, but sexy. Nothing says stripper like stiletto platform heels
and a thong that shows off a girl’s booty. I slipped on a white, halter
mini-dress with a drape-neck, an open back, and a side slit. Then I ran my
hands through my curls and gave my lips one last swipe of purple-plum gloss.
It’s so much
easier to call myself human and blend in with the majority. The humans are
clueless. They know we exist, but they believe we keep to our own side of the
tracks. The wolves are a different story. They can smell my lupine pheromones,
but they don’t want me. I’m not pure. Fuck ‘em. At least I can make a living among
the humans. Stripping might be a trashy job, but it pays for the life I’m
trying to live. It’s not the life I want, but it’s all I’ve got. I used to
dream about being accepted by my father’s people. Fat chance. They wouldn’t
even accept him because he had a human lover and a half-breed kid.
My parents
never married, but they lived together -- sometimes. When my father was around,
I was daddy’s girl. But all too often, he would disappear as if he had no
family. My mother would drink and tell me that he liked to hang out with his
own kind in places where we weren’t accepted. When he came back from his trips,
he’d act cold and resentful, but it wouldn’t last long. Eventually, he’d tell
me he loved me and everything would be okay again. I thought nothing would keep
us apart for good. I was wrong.
One day he
didn’t come back. We found out he was killed in a bar fight. One of his
so-called friends called me a mongrel and Dad died defending me. My mother
cried and cried. She said this was why they never wanted kids. So I was what…
an accident?
I couldn’t
blame them. Not really. Life was hard enough without being born with this weird
mix of genes. I hated myself, too. I wished I’d never been born. At least I
could make things easier for my mother. As soon as I finished school, I left
home and never looked back.
While waiting
to go on, I thought about my routine -- floor work, then pole dancing, then
back on the floor. I’m not nervous anymore about being naked in front of a
roomful of men. I was at first, but now I focus on my moves. I’ve been scorned
and dehumanized all my life, so I like to emphasize something I can do well --
dance.
I peeked
through the curtain and watched Candy finish her routine. There’s a mirror
behind the stage and a pole in the center. Chairs surrounded the stage for
customers who wanted direct contact with the dancers. I watched one of the men
put a bill in his mouth. Candy shoved her breasts in his face and used them to
grab the money. There were hoots and hollers and more men waved bills at her.
She collected all of her tips, then picked up her clothes, and ran off the
stage.
The DJ,
sitting in an alcove nearby, introduced me. “Next up is a beautiful lady who’s
new here. You’re gonna see her naked for the first time tonight.”
Well, it’s
not a complete lie. It’s my first time naked on this stage.
“Give Raven a
nice warm welcome.”
My heartbeat
skyrocketed as I stepped through the curtains and climbed the three steps to
the stage. The opening bars of my music started up and I began to move.
* * *
Levi
My
anticipation ran high. I’m always excited to see new talent. Samson made a joke
about the taste of fresh meat and we all laughed, then I looked up at the stage
and my eyes practically popped out of my head, like in one of those old cartoons.
The new girl… what’s her name? Raven. She took my breath away. Her curvy shape
and that thick black mane had me salivating. From what I could see, everything
looked natural, and she had the best set of legs in the club.
“That is one
hot piece of ass.” Samson stood up. “I need a closer look.”
Samson walked
over to the stage and we all followed. Raven smiled in our direction and my
heart took a leap. Her white mini dress emphasized all that golden skin, but it
was her eyes that really stood out. Almond in shape and color, they seemed to
be staring directly at me.
Fire Song by Tanya Anne Crosby #Historical #Romance #Giveaway @GoddessFish
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Praised for her beauty and grace, deep down, Seren Pendragon fears a tempest rising inside her. Her mother is a witch, her sisters are in peril, and she has been promised to a beast of a man who's already murdered one king. When she and her youngest sister seize the opportunity for escape neither realizes how much their struggle will cost, and it will take a terrible tragedy to unleash Seren’s inner fire and true nature.
The Bastard of Warkworth is no stranger to misfortune. Everything he held dear vanished one night in a wisp of smoke and fire, and he has been scarred by his encounters with Seren's own mother, Morwen Pendragon. Even so, when one of the witch’s daughters finds herself in trouble, Wilhelm must find the champion within and ride to her rescue.
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If you have not guessed, my true name is Cerridwen. Creirwy, Morfran and Taliesin are all children of my blood. I took this body, thinking it might serve me, but I chose wrongly. I chose the sister, not the brother. Those two scarcely knew what mysteries they would reveal… but I thank them, nevertheless.
Emrys. Poor Emrys. Would he have lain with his sister had I not inhabited her body? I think not. And Morgan? How did she learn? Well, I suppose… a mother always knows.
Stealing over to the cauldron, I peer inside. Empty at the moment, but there lies residue and I reach down to taste the blend.
I need more coltsfoot, I think. And, of course, blood…
Mentally, I pore over the faces I saw in the tavern … a man and woman traveling together, a trader and a thief. These are my choices, and perhaps I should have them all…
Incidentally, do you how the fae were created?
They were cauldron borne to serve the Sylph.
So, you see… my daughters are gifted with fae blood, but I am born of the essence from which they draw. They are whispers of the wind from which I am formed. They are breeze-kissed whilst I am the storm. They are sparks, I am the flame. They are demigods, like the fae. But I… I am a Goddess, and once the light of this world has been extinguished like the flames of a thousand dying stars, and the hearts of men are stillborn in their cradle of night… here, I shall remain.
Fools.
Kill me?
I’d like to see you try.
About the Author:
Tanya has been featured in magazines, such as People, Romantic Times and Publisher’s Weekly, and her stories have been translated into eight languages. Her first novel (Angel of Fire) was published in 1992 by Avon Books, where she was hailed as “one of Avon’s fastest rising stars.” Her fourth book (Once Upon a Kiss) was chosen to launch the company’s Avon Romantic Treasure imprint. She and her writer husband currently split their time between Charleston, SC, where she was raised, and northern Michigan, where the couple make their home.
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/tanyaannecrosby/
Website: https://www.tanyaannecrosby.com/
Buy Links:
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Thursday, September 19, 2019
Kingdom Cold by Brittni Chenelle #YA #MulticulturalFantasy #Giveaway @GoddessFish
This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Brittni Chenelle will be awarding a free e-book version of the box set to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.
Kingdom Cold
The Complete Collection
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Book I: Kingdom Cold
Book II: Kingdom Soul
Book III: Kingdom Untold
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Beware: a binge awaits.
Deliciously dark, romantic and gripping, the Kingdom Cold trilogy now can be yours in a dazzling collection.
Kingdom Cold follows the impulsive, teenage princess, Charlotte, as she attempts to murder her betrothed. But an arranged marriage is only the beginning of her problems, for the world as she knows it is falling apart. Her kingdom faces total destruction at the hands of Merlin and Lancelot, leaders of power-crazed Camelot.
Will wicked King Arthur prove, once and for all, that ruthless deeds create the legend? Can Princess Charlotte sacrifice love to save her home?
Only one can reign.
Read an Excerpt
A thud sounded on my door. My shoulders tensed. I hoped it was one of my maids—I needed to get out of this thing. I hurried to the door and pushed it open. Prince Young stood in my doorway.
"Charlotte," he said. I looked into the hall behind him to see if someone else was passing, anyone who could help me—but it was only him.
"Please pardon me for coming to your chamber. I wondered if I might be able to have a word with you before the—"
Grabbing him by the shirt, I pulled him into my chamber. "Get in here," I said, shutting the door behind him. I took two steps toward the center of my room and said, "Quick, untie it. Help me take this off."
"Well... this is going better than expected," he said, half under his breath.
"Hurry, I can't breathe," I shouted.
Young's hands moved clumsily over the ribbons. "Sorry, I've never done this before," he said, "Uh-uhm. I mean—"
"That's okay. Neither have I," I said without thinking. What did I even mean by that?
"How do I do this?" he whispered.
I said, "Just try to loosen it. I just need a deep breath."
He pulled at the ribbons and I felt a slight release around my waist. I exhaled. "So, what was it that you wanted to talk about?" I asked as he continued pulling aimlessly at strings behind me. He let my question hang there. I wasn't sure if he would answer.
"I wanted to know if you're happy with Emmett."
I opened my mouth to answer. "A-"
"No, that's not what I wanted to say. I guess what I mean is, do you still want to marry me? No, I guess you never really did want to. What I'm trying to say is, I miss Vires."
My heart thudded and I felt my corset tighten.
He continued. "Now that I'm free, I can return there, but for some reason, I can't—and I think that reason is that I want to marry you. Still."
My heart slammed into my ribcage. Was this a proposal? I turned to face him, holding the front of my dress up with my arm. It made no sense. "Why? There's barely a kingdom left. You know what Emmett will do if I don't go through with this."
"I don't care." He stepped closer. My eyes disobeyed me and my gaze slipped to his lips for a fraction of a second. His eyebrow raised slightly. He'd noticed. As if he was reading my curiosity, he leaned in.
The door swung open, "Brother! Emmett is headed this— Oh," Minseo said, eyeing my half-untied dress. I sprang back from Young in a panic. Minseo grinned. "Wow, that really went better than I expected." My face exploded with heat.
"Minseo, she can't breathe. How do I untie this?" Young said, gesturing to my back. With three quick fluid motions, Minseo untied my entire corset. One thing was clear: Minseo had done this before.
About the Author:
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Monday, September 16, 2019
New Release! Love by Accident by LM Spangler #Romance @EvernightPub
Blurb:
She wasn’t looking for love, but sometimes fate has a mind
of its own.
Newly divorced Haven DeGrace had no intention of finding a
new man, but an accident on a snowy road changed that.
Ford Mahoney had been her saving grace after her accident.
After agreeing to meet for drinks upon his return from a west coast book tour,
sparks flew. But, she had plans for her life and he wasn’t part of them.
Ford watched the first woman who’d ever gotten under his
skin walk out of his life. A chance meeting in the vacation beach town she’d
moved to brings them back together. Sparks fly again and love flares to life.
Will they act on their mutual feelings or will they walk out
of each other’s lives? Again?
Excerpt:
“What am I doing
here?” Haven mumbled to herself as she stirred her cocktail with the tiny
little straw.
She had no idea
why she’d agreed to meet Ford for dinner. Sure, they’d talked at least every
other day for the past three months, but she’d just finalized her divorce.
She’d only made it that long before accepting a date outside of her parents’
house. What kind of floozy did that? Her heart raced despite taking discreet
deep breaths, trying to calm herself. The last thing she wanted to do was
hyperventilate in the swanky French, five-star restaurant they’d chosen to
meet.
She had come to
enjoy their conversations while he was gone. For the first time, she realized
she liked a man for his personality and the way he treated her. Not based on
just looks. Asshole was one hell of a handsome man, but that’s where it
stopped. Ford, on the other hand, had a beautiful heart and she appreciated
that a lot more than Asshole’s good looks.
A small gasp
passed her lips when a single red rose suddenly appeared in front of her. “The
rose pales in comparison to you.”
She spun to face
Ford, seeing him for the first time. Her eyes swept up and down his tall frame.
The man was the hottest thing she’d ever seen on two legs. Sure, when she could
see again, she’d looked him up after she found out who he was. But the pictures
did not do the man justice. His dark hair was swept back off his face,
accentuating strong cheekbones and his angular jaw. His dark eyes glittered in
the dim light of the bar.
Haven rose,
praying she wouldn’t tangle her feet. The five-inch heels she’d chosen to
accompany her silver-sequined tank dress were treacherous to say the least. She
hadn’t worn heels since her wedding. Mark had called them “come fuck me” shoes
so they were strictly prohibited by asshole husband law.
His eyes did
their own quick assessment. When they met hers again, his pupils dilated and
his nostrils flared. Approval? God, she hoped so. Heat rushed her core—a
reaction she hadn’t had in longer than she could remember. And it felt amazing.
He offered his
hand and she slid hers into it. A flash of electricity sizzled between them,
felt only by them. A small grin spread across his face and he nodded as if
acknowledging that something was happening, something primal.
Haven’s stomach
took flight on the wings of a thousand butterflies and she thought, This is what attraction feels like, what
pure, unadulterated, animalistic lust feels like.
The connection
was immediate. Undeniable.
He leaned down
and whispered in her ear, “Let’s skip dinner.” His breath fanned her neck and
goose pimples erupted on her skin. Erotic images raced through her mind,
sending a wave of liquid heat to her core, setting her aflame.
She leaned into
him. “I’m not sure I’m ready for you.” The words were whispered from her heart.
“No strings. Just
us, tonight. The two of us.”
She tilted her
head back, her eyes meeting his. “Yes.”
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Evernight Publishing: https://www.evernightpublishing.com/love-by-accident-by-lm-spangler/
About the
Author:
I live
close to the Maryland border in South Central Pennsylvania. My husband is
wonderfully supportive of me in all aspects of my life. I have a son who is
currently serving our country in the U.S. Navy. My daughter is still in school.
I’m blessed to have the three of them in my life.
From a
young age, I remember burying my nose in a book. A love that my mother and
father passed onto my brother and myself. From my passion for reading sprang my
love of writing. My mind is so often full of story ideas from the wildly
paranormal to contemporary. I have notebooks lying about with story outlines
and character descriptions. A song or TV show can spark an idea which circles
my mind until I put the idea on paper.
When I’m
not writing, I enjoy spending time with my family, burying my nose in a book,
and watching a vast variety of television shows from crime dramas to 1970’s
game shows. I even dabble in crafting. My favorite craft would be jewelry
making. Nothing like creating wearable art.
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