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Thursday, 18 December 2014

Take Over with - Peribeth Scott

Hello and welcome back.

Today I have a new fellow Author from Siren Bookstrand, telling us all about her new release Overheard.


Bronwyn Campbell is a contract lawyer who mixes business with pleasure when she is assigned to sculptor Aedan MacGregor. Alone in the world, Bronwyn finds herself head over heels in love with the taciturn Scot, and believes he feels the same about her, despite his single-minded focus on his art. Until she overhears a conversation between Aedan and his agents. 

Her perception of their relationship is challenged, hearing that while Aedan wants her in his life, it is as his lawyer—with benefits—and nothing long lasting. He doesn't require her in any other way. Falling back into old, learned behavioral responses, Bronwyn withdraws, and takes advantage of a job transfer opportunity while Aedan is overseas. Feeling she doesn't owe him an explanation, and in an effort to salvage some scrap of pride and assuage her broken heart, Bronwyn arranges to move to Atlanta.

But when it comes to eavesdropping, sometimes one doesn't hear everything…

A BookStrand Mainstream Romance




It shouldn’t feel worse than losing her parents, but it did, albeit in a different way. Certainly different than when Rodney kicked her to the curb, her heart already chastened and raw from being orphaned. She could excuse her need for Rodney, then desperate to have someone in her life to keep her afloat. She’d used him as he’d used her, and it was her pride that took the minor hit that time around.

The cab navigated the thronged streets of downtown and headed west toward the small suburb where her family home was located. Maybe that was the first indicator—Aedan never stayed over at her place. She’d inherited the two-story home when her parents had passed in that train accident in Europe, just after she’d graduated college, and while she rattled around in the commodious structure, she’d never thought to sell it. It was all she had of them aside from her memories, and thus far the commute wasn’t too onerous, if a long drive. In any event, Aedan had been there only once, when she needed to pack a bag for an unanticipated weekend trip with him. They’d saved time by sharing the car instead of meeting at the airport.

Reflecting on her alone state in an effort to avoid thinking about him, she supposed her antipathy for relationships was learned, modeled by her parents who’d shunned their own families. They’d married late in life, expressly against the wishes of their parents, some kind of Montague-Capulet scenario Bronwyn never really understood. She knew she lacked the extended family many other kids had while growing up, and the grandparents were now gone, the two cousins she knew of working overseas. Working in the very country Aedan was heading off to in the morning. Europe seemed to take people from her, but perhaps with an ocean between them she could manage to do what needed to be done.

Muted jazz emanated from the car’s speakers, and the driver’s head twitched along with the irregular beat. Her whole self felt irregular, and she slipped slightly out of focus as she recalled the remainder of the evening when she was faced with her actual place in Aedan’s life.

Rena and Craig had accompanied them back to his condo following the show. As his agents, the couple were all too willing to continue to celebrate the lucrative evening. Bronwyn would rather have celebrated it alone with Aedan, in a very different manner, but resigned herself to a much later night. Maybe that was her problem—she always took a backseat to other’s needs.

They’d sat around in his well-appointed living room, drinking wine and discussing future shows while she and Aedan exchanged glances full of promise. Or so she thought. Bronwyn had excused herself to the restroom, and on the way back to join them discovered for herself that old adage about eavesdroppers never hearing anything good about themselves.

She hadn’t meant to listen in, but when she heard her name mentioned, her footsteps had slowed and she hovered just out of sight in the hallway. She could hear the conversation now as if it were playing out right in front of her, set to the beat of the jazz the cabbie clearly enjoyed.

“She’s been nothing but good for you, Aedan.” Rena’s clear voice carried, and Bronwyn could detect nothing other than sincerity in her tone. It had warmed her heart, because she’d never been certain she had either Rena’s or Craig’s approval, and she wanted his friends to like her. Lord knew she had scarcely any of her own. As in one. That was her parents’ influence as well, isolationists. They were a close-knit unit of two, grudgingly opening up to include her on occasion. She’d worked so hard for their attention she lacked the energy to seek it out from others. No wonder she was stunted and couldn’t read people well in social situations. No wonder her world consisted of sterile, exact contracts. A person didn’t have to deal with emotions and people if they stuck to paperwork. Oh, how she wished she had stuck with that.

Aedan’s reply to Rena had shaken her a little, but he was such a practical man, and it had been her life’s mission to get him to express himself outside of his favorite medium of sculpting. She’d been tutoring herself in that regard, and thought it to be a pleasant learning experience together. Now she winced to think of just how expressive she’d been with the man she loved and believed loved her back. So she’d told herself his immediate answer felt like he was keeping their relationship private, as was his custom.

“Bronwyn’s been invaluable. Her ability and professionalism astounds me.”

Rena had laughed. “I’m sure, honey. But she’s also good for you personally.”

“She’s more than my lawyer,” Aedan admitted. “And that’s not a lifelong arrangement.” What? Was he thinking of a future without her? Without them?

Craig snorted. “You’re her biggest client and don’t ever think her firm hasn’t noticed all those billable hours. It doesn’t hurt that she worships the ground you walk on, buddy.”

“I didn’t ask for that from her, Craig. I don’t require it.” The ice in Aedan’s voice chilled her to the bone before her heart seized up. She’d made an involuntary noise and forced her feet to propel her forward to join them. It had taken all she had to smile faintly, and present herself like she hadn’t just heard herself being compartmentalized. Lawyer with benefits, short-term at that.

Rena and Craig looked uncomfortable, Rena shooting Craig a dark glance, but Aedan had no visible reaction to the conversation, other than a telltale tick in his jaw. Bronwyn pretended she hadn’t overheard anything. She knew Aedan was further annoyed when she avoided seating herself close beside him, but she’d made her way to the kitchen on the pretense of locating another bottle of wine. She formulated a plan to make her escape whilst staring into the depths of a cupboard, carefully keeping her back to the three of them, willing herself to breathe and assume a normal demeanor.

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Until next time, take care.
Jessica xXx

Tuesday, 16 December 2014

Michelle Roth Take Over - In Full Bloom

I have another treat for you today. The fabulous Michelle Roth has a book out today, and you are about to get a sneak preview. I know. I'm so good to you.

Book Blurb:


From the moment that Taryn Michaels runs into her new landlord, Evan Connolly, on the stairwell, she is dangerously attracted to him. She's starting her career as a veterinarian at the Los Angeles Zoo and isn't looking for any complications. The more she gets to know him though, the more she realizes that he might be worth the risk.

Evan Connolly has moved back to L.A. to pursue his lifelong passion for growing exotic orchids. When he buys a florist shop, building and all, he gets far more than he bargained for when it comes with a gorgeous, feisty tenant. As the sparks fly between them, he's finding her more and more difficult to resist.

When they finally give into temptation, it quickly develops into something deeper. As the truth of Taryn's past comes back to haunt them, will Evan be able to break down the walls she's built around her heart? Will she let him?


Adult Excerpt:


Her eyes never leaving his, she reached to the zipper under her arm and drew it down. Sliding the straps of the dress off her shoulders, she pushed the dress slowly down her body until it fell to the floor. Stepping out of it, she kicked it aside. She stood before him now in a black strapless bra, matching thong, fishnet thigh highs, and heels.


Her breathing was rapid as she waited for him to speak. Finally he said, “I don’t even have words…”


Reaching out, she grabbed the buckle of his belt and pulled him toward her. Repeating her earlier request, she said, “Touch me, Evan.”


Quickly closing the remaining space between them, he lowered his mouth to hers. The kiss started out gentle, but quickly grew out of control. He nipped sharply at her lower lip, then stroked his tongue over it to soothe. His hand slid up her rib cage to cup her breast, squeezing it. Taryn sighed against his lips and pressed herself into his palm, clutching his shoulders.


He slid his arms behind her back and deftly unclasped her bra. When he leaned back, his eyes were heavy lidded as he took in the sight of her bare breasts. On a groan, he leaned down to take one tight peak into his mouth. She was unable to look away as he flicked his tongue against it. The sight of her nipple disappearing between his lips and the sure strokes of his tongue were almost too much to bear.


When he grazed his teeth over her nipple, she cried out. Feeling his teeth nip at her more sharply, she moaned his name. After a few moments, he moved to her other breast and gave it the same treatment. She was almost incoherent with want now, her nails digging into his shoulders.


The hand cupping her other breast drifted lower, his fingertips brushing gently over her thighs. When his fingers shifted the crotch of her soaked thong aside, he groaned against her breast. His fingers teased the bare outer lips of her pussy.


He released her from his mouth and said, “Fuck, Princess. You’re so wet. Is this all for me?”


Taryn pressed herself shamelessly against his hand and said, “Yes. It’s all for you.”


She almost gave a sigh of relief when he slid a finger between her wet folds and stroked it over her clit. Tilting her head back, she let out a soft whimper as she flexed her hips and pressed against him. She felt that familiar tension start to bloom low in her belly, and was surprised when he tilted her chin down to say, “Look at me, Princess. I want to see.”


She looked at him, for the first time uncertain. His voice thick with desire, he swept his thumb over her lower lip and said, “I want to see you come for me.”


She sucked in a ragged breath as he continued to slowly rub tight circles against her. Working her hips against his hand, she felt the tension build to an almost unbearable level. Still, she hovered right there at the edge.


Maybe he sensed that she needed the extra push because a moment later he slid his hand further into her panties and pressed two fingers inside her. He fucked her with them as he ground his palm against her aching clit.


“Oh. Oh, god. That’s it,” she moaned. Seconds later, she came apart, shuddering and crying out, as she bucked against his hand in release.


He continued to slide his fingers into her until she stopped rocking against him. Watching her, he slid his fingers out of her panties and said, “That was so sexy.”


Still panting, she said, “My legs are jittery now.”


She picked one of her legs up to slide off her heels and saw him shake his head. Grinning wolfishly, he said, “I’m going to need you to leave those on.”


Moving forward, he swept her into his arms and carried her toward his bedroom. She clutched onto him dizzily as he walked into the bedroom. He set her on the center of his bed.


She propped herself up on her elbows, watching him as he shed the rest of his clothing. Sporting a massive erection, he crawled on the bed toward her like a predator stalking its prey. His eyes flared as his body slid over hers. He took her mouth again, as he trailed his fingers lightly across her skin.


She shifted underneath him, feeling the beginnings of arousal again. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing to her, because he shifted his thigh slightly to hold her in place. Breaking away from her mouth, he nibbled a line along her jaw.


Lifting his head, he said, “You’re so responsive.”


She grinned at him and then said, “You’ve got talented hands.”


Evan took his time working his way down her body, nipping and sucking until she was writhing underneath him. By the time he had reached her navel, her arousal was at fever pitch again.


He propped himself up on an elbow and said, “Lift your hips up. I don’t think you’ll be needing these anymore.” He gestured to her panties.


She complied, lifting her hips. He slid her panties down and over the heels of her shoes. Tossing them aside, he moved further down her body until he was eye level with her pussy. Sighing, he said, “On second thought, let’s take off the shoes so you don’t stab me with them.”


Turning around, he removed one shoe, and then the other. Resettling between her thighs, he turned his head, placing kisses against her thighs. Each time his warm mouth settled on her, it was pure torture.


Taryn pressed her hips up, desperate to feel his mouth on her aching core. Finally, he worked his way up to her pussy. He licked the wetness away from the outside but didn’t give her what she desperately needed.


Panting, she begged, “Please. Don’t tease me anymore.”


His gaze flicked up to hers and must have seen the desperation on her face because he leaned back down, and parted her folds with his fingers. He swiped his tongue over her, sucking and flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue. When he slid two fingers into her and curled them upward, she cried out in relief.


Bookstrand Author Page Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/michelle-roth



About the Author:

Michelle Roth is a novelist from Los Angeles, California. When she’s not disappearing into foreign lands, or making two perfect strangers that she invented fall in love, she’s probably curled up somewhere with a glass of wine and a good book.
In her spare time she is typically hanging out with her awesome boyfriend and their two equally awesome cats. She likes taking road trips to nowhere in particular, cooking elaborate meals then making other people do the dishes, and being nerdy on the internet. Her books are currently available on http://www.bookstrand.com/michelle-roth
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Twitter: @mroth_author


Friday, 12 December 2014

Jingle Balls Blog Hop 12th-17th December

You better watch out
You better not cry
Better not pout
I'm telling you why
Sexy Santa's coming to town
He's making a list
And checking it twice;
Gonna find out who's naughty and nice
Sexy Santa's coming to town
He sees you when you're playing
He knows when you're aroused
He knows if you've been kinky or sweet
So be kinky for goodness sake

Can you believe that Christmas is now only 12 days away? I can remember the fun we had last year putting up the tree. My youngest was just 14 months old and was busy taking off all the baubles the other two had painstakingly put on lol. I fear we may have the same problem this year too :-)
So as you can see I am taking part in the Jingle Balls blog hop, where a number of authors have got together to give you a little something to help keep you warm on those cold winter nights.

  • The Hop will run from 00:01 (GMT) on the 12th of December until 11:59 (GMT) on the 17th of December 2014.
  • In order to win one of the amazing prizes up for grabs you MUST be a follower of each blog participating in the hop.
  • You MUST comment leaving your email address so we can get in touch with you should you win.
  • Winners will be announced on the 18th of December.
Giveaways are open to all US, Canadian and International followers.
I will be giving away a copy of my book Alana.
“What the fuck was all that about?” he demanded, trying to stand up straight. Alana didn’t respond, just stood and glared at him.
“Your crazy fucking wolf nearly caught me,” he continued, trying to justify his aggression. He searched her eyes for an insight to what she was thinking. He hadn’t meant to change on top of her, it just happened.
Alana moved across the room to his pile of clothes. She picked them up and threw them at him. “Deal with it,” she stated with such coldness that he could feel the temperature in the room drop. Nick was suddenly aware of his naked state as his clothes flew in his direction. His t-shirt, being lighter, only made it halfway between them, whilst his jeans connected with his feet. He scooped down to gather them from the floor, closing the gap between them.
Alana turned on her heel and marched out the door into the hallway. Nick followed after her, clothes still in hand.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he shouted after her, as she started to climb the stairs.
 “That’s none of your business, Nick, just leave me alone.”
It hurt Nick that she didn’t even turn to face him as she spoke. She just continued to run up the stairs. It wasn’t his house to just follow her, but his gut assured him it was the right thing to do. He took the stairs two at a time and closed the gap between them, just as she tried to close her bedroom door in his face.
“Leave me alone!” He could hear the tears in her voice and he pushed open her door with a little more force than he intended. She jumped around as the door banged into the wall.
“Get out,” she screamed at him, but Nick refused. He walked over to her slowly, his voice very calm and soothing.
“No.” Nick stopped right in front of her. The ice he saw in her eyes before had been replaced by pain. Instinctively, he reached out to touch her face, but she turned away from him. Gently, Nick turned her head back to face him and he took another step closer to her. Their bodies met with the rise of their chest as they breathed. The atmosphere was much calmer, as if time itself was slowing down. Nick kept his gaze on Alana as he moved his face closer to hers, her eyes slowly closing in response to his gesture. He waited a moment to see if she would pull away, but she didn’t. Now he understood why she got so upset. She was just as attracted to him as he was to her.
Their lips met, soft and lightly, as Alana took that final step to close the gap between their bodies. Her hand caressed his chest as Nick dropped his clothes on the floor and tangled his fingers into her hair.
“Alana,” he whispered as he pulled back, putting a little thinking space between them. He knew his body, and finally having her in his arms, stopping wasn’t going to be easy.
“I want this, Nick,” she answered, as she pulled off her T-shirt to reveal smooth, silky skin. Nick’s gaze went directly to her abundant breasts, encased in white lace. The feel of her body against his made his erection more evident. Then Alana smiled nervously at him as she started to unbutton her jeans. Impatience got the better of him as he pulled Alana against his body. This time he kissed her deeper, putting his hands inside the waistband of her jeans as he edged them down over her hips. Alana stepped out of them as he fumbled with the back of her bra. It was when he started to pull at it with force that Alana stepped back from him. As she raised her hands to her breasts, Nick watched in shock, not quite sure what she was going to do.
He had never taken her for the “touch yourself” type, yet here she was. He swallowed hard at the devilish smile on her face. Then she undid the clasp at the front of her bra. With both hands reaching out for her shoulders, Nick slowly pulled the straps down each arm, pulling her warmth back to him as he did.
Naked, but for her matching white panties, Nick backed her against the wall. He kissed her neck and cupped her breast, relishing the sound of her sharp intake of breath as he teased her nipple between his fingers. Then he kissed his way down to her breast as he helped himself to a mouthful. Alana moaned as his teeth grazed her nipples and his long, hard length pushed against her moist panties. She lifted one leg allowing him to move against her as her breathing became deeper and irregular. The heat of passion made their skin glisten as Alana gripped Nick’s hips and pulled them against her.
They both moaned out as the tip of his shaft pushed into her wetness slightly. Her panties prevented him from going deeper. She rocked against him, her hands sliding over his chest and around his back before they came to rest on his ass as she thrust against him harder and faster. Nick couldn’t wait any more. He lifted her up and walked over to the bed. With her legs wrapped tightly round his waist, he crawled along the bed before laying her down on her back. He pulled out of her as he leaned back, his hands sliding down her body to guide her panties down her legs.
His face stopped at her neatly shaven mound. Nick lowered his head and licked between her swollen lips, tasting her arousal as he sucked her nub into his mouth. He felt Alana’s fingers grip at his hair on either side of his head as she squirmed and moaned beneath him. He drove his tongue into her again as he lapped at her juice.

I will be giving away one free copy to a reader that leaves a comment. Names will be put into a hat and the winner drawn on 18th December.
Don't forget to hop over and visit all the other Authors taking part, with even more freebies to give away. Just click on the names below to find them.

Merry Christmas
Jessica xXx

Tuesday, 9 December 2014

Doris O'Connor Take Over - Bought For Christmas

I am so excited to have Doris here today with her just released book, Bought For Christmas. It only released yesterday, and already has a 5 * review on Amazon!  If that hasn't convinced you enough, read on. This is a truly heart warming story where two people come together by circumstance and overcome insecurities whilst exploring each other with mind and body.

Thanks so much for having me on your blog today with my Christmas Story, Bought for Christmas.  J

Emilia Duncan is in sore need of a miracle this Christmas, never more so then when she finds out that she has been sold to The Beast to save her father’s company.

Not honouring the contract is out of the question. Besides, she has been lusting after Hunter Monahan for as long as she can remember. Her father’s former friend has starred in every one of her erotic dreams, since she was old enough to have them.

A weekend of debauchery is what she signs up for… She doesn’t count on falling in love with the man behind the scars. This man she cannot resist, and as secrets spill and emotional walls come tumbling, maybe she will get that miracle she needs.

It is Christmas, after all…


~Editors Pick~

I’m the beast, haven’t you heard….

Christmas is supposed to be a time for miracles and one will surely be needed when Emilia Duncan finds herself sold to the beast to save her father’s company. Having lusted after the much older, enigmatic man for as long as she can remember, spending the Christmas weekend as his submissive will satisfy her raging libido, but can she protect her heart?

Bear Shifter Hunter Monahan cannot stand idly by when Emilia is thrown to the wolves. There is only one shifter who will get his claws into her and that’s him. The contract ensures her submission for the weekend. Too bad his bear wants much more than that.

Hunter is used to hiding behind his gruesome scars, but in the bid for Emilia’s heart, that is not an option this time.  Isolated in his cabin, it’s not just the snow that melts. 




“I said you’re mine, kitten,” he finally said, and Emilia’s heart leapt for joy. “You always will be, but I want to see you happy. You don’t need to be settled with a cynical, scarred bear shifter like me, especially as your father will never talk to you again, if you do.” He put his hand up when she was going to interrupt him, and continued.

“No, let me finish. He is your father, and I know you well enough to know that you love him and that good for nothing brother of yours. Despite what you said to them when you left, you could no more turn your back on them than you could stop breathing, and that’s one of the many things about you that I…”

His bear growled, and Emilia forgot to breathe at the struggle she sensed in him. She scooted closer and put her hand on his tense thigh.

“You what, Sir? Please don’t clam up on me now,” she said.

A grim smile kicked up the corner of his mouth, and she leant in closer to kiss that spot. A growl erupted from his chest, and before Emilia could blink she was on the floor with him towering above her. Right now he didn’t look very much in control of his bear, and that thought sent adrenaline coursing through her body.

Holding himself off of her with his hands placed next to her head, and his arms locked, he ground his groin against hers and the solid heat of his erect cock meant that Emilia’s hormones took over. Moisture flooded her underwear, and her nipples tried to poke through the soft fabric covering them. As comfortable as her jumper was the fabric chafed against the sensitive peaks, and Emilia bit her lip to stop from whimpering her need.

Hunter groaned and bending his head claimed her mouth in an earth shattering kiss that left her breathless and so needy she was going to scream if he didn’t do something other than kiss her.

He pulled away, and the heat in his gaze sent her arousal into fever pitch. Emilia shifted her legs wider, and they both groaned as he settled himself right between her legs.

“Fuck it, Emilia. I can’t do this anymore. I want you too damn much.”

Hunter’s voice came out distorted, and more of his bear showed as his muscles expanded and he grew bigger above her.

“Then have me, all of me, please.” Emilia gasped her reply, all too aware of the barely leashed aggression that poured out of his very pores. It should send her running, yet it had the opposite effect on her. Beads of perspiration slid into her eyes, clouding her vision. Trapped as she was under his bulk, her clothes felt heavy and restrictive, and Hunter seemed to burn hotter still, as he grew perfectly above her. His nostrils flared and he inhaled roughly, as though he, too, had trouble drawing air into his lungs. Emilia blinked to clear her vision, and she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the sight of his fangs. His incisors grew longer, more menacing somehow in the orange glow from the fire, and she didn’t dare breathe when he dipped his head and ran those lethal teeth along her neck.

“This is your last chance to cry red, kitten. This time when I fuck you, I will claim you, body and soul. You will be mine, to carry my mark, so that everyone will know who you belong to. I want to cover you in my cum, bite you all over, and leave my marks on you forever. Do you understand me?”

Emilia nodded, utterly unable to get her voice to work, and Hunter threw his head back and roared. The vibrations of that growl shook the very ground they lay on, and she locked her ankles behind his ass to enable her to grind her hips against the solid bulge in his jeans. So close. God, she was so close already, if only….

Hunter bucked and dislodged her, until she lay winded, face down on the rug. Hunter yanked her jumper up and her leggings down, and the first hard, stinging swat of his hand on her ass took her breath away. Several more followed in quick succession, and then he lifted her on her knees, and pushed her upper body back down into the rug. Her jumper gave way with an audible rip, as he used his claws to get if off her.

“Do. Not. Move.” Every growled word was accentuated by another swat to her ass. Heat spread across her skin, and she jumped when he replaced his hands with his teeth, while pushing several fingers into her wet pussy.

Emilia whimpered and mewled like the kitten he called her, as he fucked her with his fingers, while marking her body with his teeth just like he’d promised, until her skin was just a mass of hot sensation. Up and down her spine into the hollow of her back, over her ass and the insides of her thighs, until she didn’t know which part of her he hadn’t reached.

Pinned in place by his clawed hand on her shoulder, and his fingers buried deep inside her, keeping her teetering on the edge of her release, she had nowhere to go.

Emilia whined when he withdrew his fingers, and Hunter pushed his digits, slicked by her arousal, into her mouth, and smacked her ass again. Emilia bit down, and the taste of her arousal mixed with his blood, and Hunter grunted his approval.

“Fuck, yes. Do that again.”

His claws sliced through her shoulder, while he dug his fingers deeper into her mouth and jaw. The pain just added to her arousal until her whole body felt on fire. Teetering on the edge, she screamed, as he ran his thick cock through her wet slit and then drove in deep.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby. You’re mine.”



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Author Bio


Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

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