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Mima

In Service
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Blurb:

Malla only wanted to serve a few good men. As a sexual companion that sustains Luo troops with human energy, she’s eager for her first assignment. Fresh out of training, she’s assigned to a hell of a team in a hellish situation and promptly falls for all four of them. Three of them accept her immediately, bound to her in the searing sexual circumstances of her arrival.
But Shon is her hard case. He accepts her body and her energy just fine, but holds his heart back. The team leader doesn’t trust his gift of berzerker rage, and his own team doesn’t trust him either. She’s happy to prove them wrong by taking all of him in his darkest moment…only to find the team doesn’t see it as the confirmation she does. When her men disagree despite the proof she presents, Malla sees she’s not really the equal partner she thought she was. If her team won’t trust her judgment, then she can’t trust them with her heart.

Excerpt:

“Lady.”

“Hmmphf.”

“Lady Malla.”

“Hunnh?”

“Malla.”

She was utterly warm, and perfectly lax. The bed under her was that perfect cross between support and softness, and something warm and silky covered her. She was nude, and it was dark. Only one muted, golden light glowed on a console across the room. She didn’t know where she was, but she knew she was with her Team. She was safe.

“Lady Malla.”

She stretched, pointing her toes, curling her arms up around her head. “Hmmm?”

Now that she was awake, the pestering voice fell silent.

She blinked at the silhouette of huge shoulders, the shaggy head. “Kor?”

He remained still.

“Did something happen?”

He let out a shuddering breath. “No.”

Malla lay in the dark, strange bed, and considered the person perched near her thigh. Mentally checking her energy status, she licked her lips to hide her grin. Poor baby. This one was the youngest on the team. This one was a bad boy. He liked it raw, and he liked it often. Three days without drinking wouldn’t be something he was used to. She shifted one leg, bending the knee in such a way her cover slithered off one breast. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, the position arching her back. The covers fell to her ribs.

“You woke me up.”

Another shaky breath. “Yeah.”

Curling one hand up from the bed, she feathered her fingers along the edge of one bulging breast.

“You wanted to meet me?”

He choked, biting out, “Yes.”

“Ah.” She moved her legs restlessly again, sweeping up and out so the covers were pulled down low on her belly.

“Well, I think you must know by now, Kor, that I’m your new server. An Elite.”

He stayed silent, but she heard him breathing.

She pulled her heels up to her ass, splayed her knees wide. The sheet pulled tight for a moment between her legs, then billowed gently down.

“Kor, you can fuck me as hard as you want, and I’d be able to get up from this bed and go straight into a full ritual for Vel. Nothing you could take from me would stop me from healing the whole team.”

She waited, but he remained motionless, silent. She kept stroking the sensitive side of her breast, both nipples beading. She didn’t feel entirely sloppy between her legs and guessed Grady had washed her. But she was definitely wet, and she could smell sex.

“Kor. Are you nude?” She could make out that he was topless, but wasn’t sure about his lower half.

“Yeah.”

“Then pull down this sheet and take me. Drink straight from my cunt if you want to. As much as you want. I took care of Grady already and I’m totally fine.”

He stood abruptly. “Shon’s on duty. I’m not even wounded. Vel will need so much –”

Voice hardening, heart pounding, she said, “Kor. I want you in my body. However you want, but I want you in me now.”

He ripped the cover away and was between her thighs, shoving his face hard against her. Her skin rippled in shock from the heat of him, the strength pinning her legs, the pressure and sudden, spiking pleasure. Damn. He could really deliver.

His teeth caught her clit, his hands wrapped hard up around her thighs from beneath. His mouth closed on her vagina, and he moaned, burrowing his face in harder as he began to suck. Between pulls, he spoke. “Keep talking. I’m going to fuck you, and I need to know it’s okay. Tell me.” His tongue traced where his teeth met her folds, and then began to flick at her hole.

“Ah, Kor. I love it. Suck hard.”

She let herself fall back off her elbows, reaching to grab her knees and pull them up and out, putting her feet on his incredible shoulders.

“Give me that hot tongue, Kor. I want it deep. As soon as you send me over, I’ll gush cum and feed you good.”

He grunted, and his tongue tunneled into the folds of her vagina. Malla rocked her hips up into his face, moaning hard.

Reviews:

2009 EPPIE Award finalist

Sensual (Donna) 5 Stars
“The love scenes are as varied as the characters and as hot as a star gone super-nova. Malla is a heroine of great integrity and so well written I keep expecting to look up and have a conversation with her. Why pick one lick-ably sexy hero when you can have four?”
Just Erotic Romance Reviews (Laura Scott) Rating: 5
“In Service was a powerful, well-written story with a detailed, complex plot that I enjoyed very much. The sex scenes were very steamy and arousing with their strong detail and variety of situations. They were infused with the sense that these men were falling in love with her, too.”
Romance Junkies (Natasha Smith) 4 Blue Ribbons
“IN SERVICE is a futuristic erotic novel at its best. Full of sexual tension and risqué love scenes, IN SERVICE is an original. Never before having read a novel like this, I found myself immersed in the tale and wanted Shon to be accepted into the fold as much as Malla wanted him accepted.”

Oh this was so nice to get this morning! Love’s Immortal received the wonderful rating of from Romance Junkies! Weeeeee! The full review will be available on the RJ site and on Amazon, but here’s a snip:

LOVE’S IMMORTAL PANTHEON consists of seven stories revolving around the Roman gods and the various other entities who inhabit Mt. Olympus.Each author brings these gods and goddesses to life and portrays them as flawed individuals with hopes, dreams and desires.The stories of this anthology are endearing, fast paced, humorous, memorable and incorporate everything I’ve always found so intriguing about the ancient gods and how flawed they really were.If you’re looking for a fun read that encompasses several different genres while still involving Greek gods and goddesses then this is the book for you.

Thank you Chrissy!

Ericka Scott
Tease, The Dark Tarot
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Blurb: 

Maxine Twilight’s life didn’t change significantly after her death. She manages Temperance, a historic Chicago tavern. She and her brother, Jimmy, have turned it into the hottest fetish club in the Midwest, a place where the rich and famous come to play with vampires. When her employees begin turning to ash, Maxine doesn’t know where to turn. She can’t call the police, for they refuse to recognize the rights of the undead. She’s emotionally unprepared to deal with the disaster, especially when she suspects the target of the next wooden stake might just be her!

Zachary Fox is a slayer with scruples. He only kills rogue vampires. If a vampire has found a way to make an honest living and eat an honest meal, his motto is to live and let live. But not all slayers live by the same rules. When someone kills a few vampires at a midtown Chicago nightclub, he really doesn’t want to be involved. But he owes his dead ex-wife, Tessa, a big favor—so he agrees to help stop the slayer. What he didn’t count on was his attraction for the classy and curvaceous Maxine. When it looks like Maxine is the intended target of the next wooden stake, he’s forced to put his life, and love, on the line.
Excerpt: 

“Welcome to Temperance.”
Victoria watched as Friday night regular, Mitchell Consuelo, guided his date into the brightly lit foyer of the club. For once, Mitch didn’t seem to be in a hurry to drag his date inside. Instead, he hovered at the woman’s elbow as they checked their coats and wandered around the reception area looking at the period artwork on the walls.
It had been a long time since Victoria had browsed through the lobby. She’d almost forgotten what a novelty the pictures were. Mixed in with the history of Temperance were historical pictures of the vampires who worked in the club. Hell, if anyone ever looked close enough at the picture of the grand opening in 1899, they’d recognize her standing right in front, her face shadowed by a huge calico bonnet.
Mitch’s appearance at the podium with his curvaceous date interrupted her reverie.
Victoria tipped her head so that her blond pageboy haircut swung forward. Then she smiled knowing her fangs sparkled in the light from the overhead chandelier. “Will you be dining with us this evening?” she asked.
The woman looked up at Mitch, her eyes wide, and then she giggled.
“Come on, it’ll be fun,” Mitch encouraged her. To Victoria’s knowledge, he’d only had one date flee before he’d gotten her inside. This luscious brunette looked too curious to flee.
Victoria dragged her eyes away from the man’s date; Mitch, however, was still ogling the woman’s breasts.
Okay, enough already. “Membership card please,” Victoria prompted.
Mitch jumped and fumbled in the pocket of his suit coat. He pulled out the stiff card and started to hand it to her.
“Oh, what’s that? It’s really pretty,” Mitch’s date asked.
“That’s our membership card,” Victoria informed her, handing her the card. “As you might know, Temperance was a Speakeasy during prohibition. The tradition of using the tarot card for admittance began, as the owner’s wife, Jezebel Twilight, was a well-known psychic. While she gave readings in the dining room, drinks and hors d’ouvres would be served in the private rooms away from prying eyes and the surveillance of the police.”
“How interesting.” The woman handed the card back over. “But I didn’t realize this was a membership club.” She turned to Mitch, and her voice held a suspicious edge to it. “You told me you hadn’t ever been here before.”
While Mitch reassured his date with some stammering excuse, Victoria resisted the urge to roll her eyes. The man was such a lying bastard. Hell, he was here every Friday night with a different woman. While the couple bickered, Victoria lounged against the podium. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of movement. Odd.
Turning, she saw nothing suspicious and only heard a quiet murmur of voices coming from the bar. From where she was standing, she could see her business partner, Maxine Twilight, mingling with customers. The petite redhead was all curves and class, and Victoria had lusted after her for years. Unfortunately, Maxine was straight. What a waste.
Dragging her attention back to the clientele, she conjured up a sexy smile for Mitch and his date. Reaching under the podium, she handed a heavy leather folder across the podium to the woman. “Would you like to examine the menu?”
Still giggling, the woman took the proffered folder and opened it. The first picture she’d see was the ‘Boris Karloff’ head shot followed by a tasty array of half nude body shots.
“Oh.” The woman made an appreciative sound and her eyes widened. She flipped the page. The ‘Vincent Price’ page showed the headshot of an all-American blond-haired god. His body shots were good enough to eat right off the paper. The facing page was the Van Helsing page, six hunky men for when a ménage a trois just wasn’t tempting enough.
The woman looked up at Victoria. “Which would you recommend?”
Victoria opened her mouth to reply but instead heard a funny whistling sound. Just as the meaning of what she was hearing sunk in, she was struck in the back.
*****
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Zachary Fox counted the cash in the envelope. A mere five thousand dollars. It didn’t come close to matching his usual price for a hit. However, it was clear there would be no more money forthcoming. This was all the cash the city of Poduncksville, Ohio, had in their pest control budget.
Pests? He shook his head. He’d had a bad feeling about taking this job, but had felt sorry for the town mayor who had been unable to find any other slayer willing to take on the job for that amount. The situation was dire. Rogue vampires had taken and turned two young girls. Then, the vampires had used the children to lure in family members for the vampires to feed upon.
After Zach performed his duty, disposing of all four vampires, he’d hoped they’d come up with a bit more cash, especially in light of the bruises, the black eye, and the cracked tailbone he’d suffered. However, this was it.
Damn, at this rate, he’d have to work three or four more jobs before he could retire. The colorful brochure propped open on top of his suitcase spelled it all out. Alaska, the land of the midnight sun. Even better, according to the advertisement, a land free of vampires. Zach wasn’t such a sucker that he believed everything he read. For in the winter, the darkness was unbroken for just as many hours. Darkness that would be a haven for the undead.
Hell, maybe he’d just go there anyway. Just for a change. He was tired. Real tired of nursing bruises and broken bones, late night trips to the hospital for stitches. Staying in cheap hotel rooms smelling of stale cigarette smoke and sex had become boring. He was especially tired of secretive meetings with petrified town council members and public citizens. Until society acknowledged vampires existence and held the undead accountable to the same laws as the living, nothing would change.
Along with the proliferation of the undead, there was now a whole new crop of slayers. Young, buff guys who healed faster. Zach grimaced. The scar on his arm, a parting gift from one of those young slayers turned vampire, ached. It was a ragged wound that had never healed pr
operly, and he hoped it wasn’t infected. If it was, he had pain pills and antibiotics galore from his many trips to the emergency room. When he got home, he’d just pop a few milligrams of penicillin to be on the safe side.
With one last look around the gaudily decorated room, where even the large black rotary telephone was chained to the wall, he tucked the brochure in his back pocket, picked up his suitcase in one hand and his slayer equipment bag with the other. At that moment, he noticed a white envelope slid half under the door.
Well, this was the first time he’d ever stayed in a cheap hotel that provided a bill for checkout before he’d even notified management of his impending departure.
He put everything down and bent over to pick up the envelope. Then jumped when the phone on the wall rang. Should he answer it or not? No one knew he was here. Even the men who had hired him didn’t know where he was staying or even what his real name was. Hoping it was either the hotel management or a wrong number, Zach let the phone ring. When it finally fell silent, he looked down at the envelope in his hand.
What the hell? It was addressed to him. There was no return address, just a postmark from Chicago. There was only one person he’d known in Chicago, and she wasn’t in any position to be sending him anything anymore. That left the conclusion that this was about another job. He pulled his pocket knife out and slit the envelope open and pulled out a tarot card. Temperance. He flipped it over and back. It was pretty, but didn’t mean anything to him.
With a shrug, he tucked the envelope in his back pocket where it made intimate contact with the brochure from Alaska. Looked like he might just be heading for The Windy City.
He picked up his bags again. Then, as if to torment him, the phone rang again. Thinking it might have something to do with the tarot card; he put everything back down and picked up the receiver.
“Hello?”
The voice that answered him was hollow and echoed eerily as if traveling from the other side of the grave. “Zach?”
Shit. He cloaked his travels in secrecy, used a fake name, and she still found him.
“Hello Tessa,” he grimaced, waiting for the tirade to start.
“How are you?”
“Cut the bullshit. What do you want?” Zach sighed and looked at his watch. He’d had high hopes that once Tessa was dead, he would no longer have to deal with her, especially as she was no longer eligible to collect alimony.
“I need a favor Zach.”
When Zach didn’t answer, there was an odd silence. He’d just begun to think they’d been disconnected, and he could escape this conversation. He’d just begun to think about hanging up when he heard an odd sound.
A sniff? Then, Tessa’s voice came back on the line. “You owe me this, Zach. I need you to come to Chicago.”
So, this was about the tarot card after all. Zach still hesitated. It was true he did owe Tessa. However, she’d always assured him it was a debt she’d never collect.
“I thought this was water under the bridge, and you were happy with the way it turned out. You said you’d forgiven me.”
“I did; I do. But I still need this favor. Please.” Tessa’s voice sounded odd. It almost sounded as if she was crying.
Did the undead cry?
* * * * *
Maxine heard a stifled scream and turned toward the sound. At the front desk, a couple stood staring at the spot where Victoria had been just moments ago. Then the man looked up, took a deep breath, and screamed like a girl.
What a nightmare.
In her mind, Maxine had prepared for this eventuality. She’d envisioned herself closing and locking the doors, calmly instructing the staff to conduct a swift and quiet search for the slayer, then she, personally, would dispose of the slayer, and the party would continue, so to speak.
Well, things didn’t exactly go as planned.
First off, Mitch’s caterwauling at the sight of the pile of ashes attracted everyone’s attention. Then, more people began screaming as they realized what had occurred. Vampires fled into the dark recesses of Temperance, and living patrons fled for the street. Thank the gods no one had been trampled in the pandemonium. Unfortunately, it looked like the slayer, whoever he or she was, had escaped.
Sorrow welled up inside her when she thought about Victoria, but she bit her bottom lip and carried on.
“I’ve called the police.” Jimmy, her brother, walked up behind her.
“And?” Maxine asked, although she knew full well what the answer would be.
“They pretty much said ‘good riddance’.” Jimmy replied.
“You’re surprised?”
“No, I guess not.” Jimmy shrugged and picked up a rag. “I had just hoped that since Temperance was a Chicago landmark that someone would be concerned.”
“The undead have no rights, Jimmy. But believe me, if one of the living patrons had been murdered here tonight, the place would be crawling with cops.”
“Maxine?” A tall, thin brunette woman interrupted.
Maxine looked up. It was Tessa, one of her newly hired employees. “Everything is under control Tessa. No need to be worried.”
Tessa shot her an impatient look.
“Could I speak to you…alone?”
“Sure,” Maxine gave her brother an apologetic look, but he just smiled and sauntered away in the direction of his apartment in the back. She turned her attention to Tessa and silently prayed the pretty vampire wasn’t going to turn in her resignation.
“I’m so sorry, we’ve never had a slayer invade Temperance, and I can assure you—”
Tessa held up a hand to interrupt her.
“I’m the one who needs to tell you I’m sorry. I made a call tonight after Vickie’s death.”
Maxine stayed silent, waiting for the other wooden stake to fall.
“I called my, well, ex-husband.”
Maxine was running out of patience while Tessa babbled on. Would the woman just come to the point?
“Zachary Fox. I phoned him this evening and called in a favor he owes me. He’ll be arriving sometime tomorrow.”
“Zachary Fox, the slayer?” Maxine shuddered. Was Tessa insane? Did she not think they had enough trouble with a rogue slayer in the club tonight? What was the woman thinking, inviting a professional killer into their midst? If the others found out, the club would be empty of vampires by nightfall, and Temperance would be closed for the first time in over 100 years.
“It’s not what you think. I know slayers, good ones and bad ones, hell, you probably didn’t know it, but I was one once. There was something off about the hit tonight. I have a really bad feeling. I think someone was sending you a message.”
“Tessa, I get hate mail and threats on a daily basis. If it isn’t the public shouting for me to close down, it’s the mob trying to hone in on the business. I don’t think Victoria’s destruction was anything more than a rogue slayer trying to make a name for himself.”
“Maybe,” Tessa said, but her voice sounded anything but convinced. “But I think we need a professional to investigate. Especially since the police have pretty much washed their hands of all of us. Damn them anyway.”
Maxine looked around her at the gleaming oak tables, colorful Tiffany lamps, and the huge bar her great-grandfather had carved by hand. Temperance was her life. Her mother had inherited it after her grandfather’s death ten years ago. It should have come to Maxine. However, she’d lost it all when she died. Thank goodness, Jimmy had no interest in running the bar. After a brief period of ‘remodeling’, she had reopened it as a fetish club and struck it rich. She couldn’t bear to lose it. If the living patrons didn’t come, the vampires would have no other way to support their blood habit but by…
No, she wasn’t going to let that happen.
“We’ll just have to be more careful tomorrow night when we reopen.”
“Careful? How? A metal detector isn’t going to do jack shit against a wooden stake.” Tessa argued. “Or are you going to have someone frisk everyone at the front
door?” She looked around. “Whoever killed Vickie was no amateur slayer, and if we don’t’ stop them, he or she will kill again.”
“And a professional slayer will do what? Help him kill us all?” Maxine shook her head. “No, we’ll handle the situation ourselves.”
Before Tessa could argue further, Maxine strode off. Her heart was beating fast with a fear she hadn’t felt in years. Was Tessa right? Could someone be targeting her and her club?
It had to be the mob. When she’d first opened, they’d sent a few muscle-bound ‘gentlemen’ around to talk to her. Threatened her that if she didn’t pay protection money, that ‘bad’ things were bound to happen.
She had sent the goons back to their boss with a few broken bones for their trouble. The mob had left her alone to some extent. She still got the occasional visit and letter from Mr. Poulos himself. But nothing like this.
Making her last rounds, Maxine paused at the front door. For the first time in six years, she locked the doors to Temperance before dawn. The clatter of the deadbolt left her with the uneasy feeling that she would never open the doors again.
No, she’d been killed, had fought the city for a liquor license, and had been threatened by the toughest man in Chicago. One measly murder was not going to force her to turn tail and run.
Striding down the hall on her way to her office, she passed a small cluster of employees. They looked up at her, and she stopped to talk, hoping to allay their fears. Even as she reassured them, she could see their doubts clearly in their eyes and expressions. If she didn’t do something and do it fast, they would leave. When they did, they would be easy game for anyone with a wooden stake and a Buffy-the-vampire-slayer complex. Here at Temperance, they were safe, they could earn a living, and with luck and Congressional lobbying, perhaps they could finally earn status as citizens again.
“So, what are we going to do, Miss Maxine?” a petite blonde vampire asked, her lips trembling with fear.
“Did you call the police?” Vincent Price, their headliner who’s name really was Vincent, put his hand on her shoulder.
Maxine could almost smell his fear, and she hoped her outwardly calm demeanor would give him some comfort. It was hard enough to have died once and been forced to give up friends and family, many of whom recoiled from vampires in fear and loathing. To die again, soulless, was a terrifying possibility. One that she had every intention of preventing.
Maxine chewed on her lip. She could lie, but they deserved to know the truth. “Yes the police were called, but they refused to help us.”
“So what are we going to do? I don’t have anywhere else to go. Temperance is my home.” Vincent’s friend and sometime lover, Marcus, known to his fans as Van Helsing, had tears in his eyes.
“We’re not going to panic, for one. And I’m not going to close the club. But we are going to take some precautions.” Maxine looked around at their worried faces and grasped at the only straw she had. “I’ve called in an, um, consultant. He’ll be here tomorrow to investigate.”
The relief in her employees’ faces was clear. Marcus even smiled.
Damn it all, a consultant? The man was nothing but a cold-blooded killer, a slayer. Instead of relief, Maxine felt a surge of fear. Hopefully she hadn’t invited the wolf right into the fold.

Reviews:  4.5 Tombstones from Bitten By Books http://bittenbybooks.com/?p=1163

4 Cups from Coffeetime Romance Reviews http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/BookReviews/Twilightsembrace.html

Cobblestone Press

The Vampire Oracle: Harmony by MG Braden

ISBN:   978-1-60088-290-6

Recently engaged, Kara Staten and Marc Brodeur are in love, and Kara has a brand new business. Life is good. When things start to unravel, they struggle for the harmony they once had.
Unbeknownst to Kara, Marc’s a vampire trying to live a normal life. When her skincare salon produces a special serum that results in several fatal love bites, she doesn’t know where to turn. Hoping to keep her safe, Marc runs away. As their lives spin into separate paths, they find that what could tear them apart is the one thing that will ultimately keep them together 

Read an Excerpt Content: Erotic Romance This title contains explicit language and graphic sex

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This was a different kind of story, but I felt it really could have been written with a little more depth into the characters. Such as how Marc lived (walked, moved, and slept) in what seemed to be daylight hours, even though he worked at night. Also he was known for consuming regular food. I didn’t mind that this broke the traditional mold for vampire stories. The lack of reasoning left it one-dimensional at best without explaining it at all. The supporting cast seemed on the mark and her tenaciousness to run her own business and see it succeed told me a lot about her.

I did like the way he “rescued” the situation at the end. However, the loss of memory because of inconsistent feeding could have been dealt with a little stronger. I also felt the Harmony card held little sway on the story. It felt as though it was written in as a prop. If it had meaning for the story, it went right over my head because other than her resemblance to the card, it wasn’t explained in the story why she held onto it, or what it meant to Kara.

I’d say this story should have in truth been a good bit longer to give more meat to the characters themselves. The suspense element of the mysterious bites had me until the very end. I honestly thought it was over-amorous couples until the point where people began to die. The means definitely supplied the suspense to the very end on that score.

Overall, the story is a quick read, romantic sensually written erotic. I read it straight through and enjoyed it quite a bit.

Desiree Holt
Total-e-bound

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The cabin in Maine her grandfather left her is the perfect place for Sierra Hart to take a good long look at her future. She’s just quit her job and ended yet another relationship. Surrounded by five thousand acres of pristine forest, the place  gives her the solitude she need. The only other sign of life is a gorgeous silver wolf hanging out at the edge of the clearing. When Luke Spencer knocks on her door, she has no idea he’s going to fulfil all of her erotic fantasies. But can she ask for his help when the lumber people become more aggressive or will he turn away because of the secret he’s hiding?

Excerpt:

When he lifted his head, she was panting, her brain foggy, her hands still clutching at him in an attempt to keep herself centred. Without saying a word, he slid the soft fabric of her T-shirt up until her pale blue, lacy bra was exposed. His head bent, and his mouth captured a nipple, fabric and all, the touch more erotic because of it. He nipped the swelling bud with sharp teeth, then soothed it with his rough tongue, and the tiny shards of pain were like little pinpricks of pleasure.

After he had teased one nipple to the point of almost painful hardness, he turned his attention to the other. Sierra tilted her head back, thrusting her breasts up at him. His large hand supported her at the middle of her back while his mouth worked its erotic magic. She couldn’t help wriggling on his lap, loving the feel of his rigid shaft against the cheeks of her ass.

What was happening to her? She had always enjoyed sex but never been suffused with such uncontrolled wantonness. She wanted to rip off their clothes and feel their naked bodies together.

As if he could read her mind, Luke chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers skittering along her spine. His nimble fingers unclasped her bra, then it was gone, leaving her breasts completely bare to his assault. He cupped one breast in his palm and took little nips of the creamy flesh, tiny bites that he then swept his tongue over, just as he’d done with her nipples.

By the time he finished his attention on both breasts, Sierra was a screaming mass of need, her crotch soaked and her pussy quivering to be invaded.

“Look at me, Sierra.” His voice was warm yet demanding.

She opened her eyes and stared into his golden ones. She could almost see her reflection in them.

“I’m going go take off the rest of your clothes now, so I can see every inch of your body. Every inch. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

As if in a trance, hypnotised by his voice, she nodded.

“Are you afraid of me, Sierra?”

“N-no.” She swallowed and tried again. “No. I’m not.”

“Good. Because if you to do everything I tell you to, I promise I will give you pleasure unlike anything you’ve known before. All right?”

“Yes.” Short answers were all she could manage. Her body was on fire, and she wanted him to stop talking and do something about it.

Liquid Silver Books
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Shar Brenna is a hard-working woman, a respected member of her witch Kin clan. At least until she’s held under suspicion of arson by the local police for the demise of Mystic, a Kin hotspot for the witch clans in Granier Falls.

As clues bring dangers bearing down on her and more of her friends begin to look as though they are in jeopardy too, she must find out who was behind the fire and then face the hunters who are determined to capture a witch.

Fleeing has never been her style when fighting back is so much more satisfying.

Read the first full Chapter here!

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A spicy read filled with heat and passion.
~Lauren Murphy, author

Excerpt: (erotic)

Leaning in, he found the corner of her mouth, discovered soft warm skin under his
tongue when he touched her lips. She trembled and the sensation seared his lips. Damn it.
She was taken! With a slow fog of need clouding his mind, that fact seemed to have less
and less importance.
Yellow lace hugged her breasts beneath a sleek leather half vest, the pale flash of
skin slipping beneath it when she moved. Deep gasping breaths made the material of both
jump. He bit his tongue when he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. Heat gathered and
spread like wildfire all over.
Her jeans clung like a second skin from her hips to her thighs. Casting a quick
glance, he spotted the same black boots she’d worn with the leather he couldn’t erase
from his memory.
He tossed a mental command. A click sounded behind him.
“What was that?” she said, breathless and surprised. Her eyes shot open, staring up
into his.
“The lock.” No sense in lying. He had to get her out of his system, or he’d never
sleep a sound night again. He was already in over his head. No point in trying to stop.
“Trajan?”
“Shut up, Shar,” he breathed just before he swept in and plundered her mouth. She
moaned, a low growling sound that enflamed him.
Don’t do this, he cautioned himself. She’s engaged. Anger at his lack of control
made him kiss her like his life depended on it, dominating her, rough and thorough. He
couldn’t keep doing this. The voice of reason tried one more time, weak and defeated. He
pushed it away with a quick snarl when it dared to speak at all. Her response to his kiss
was electric. She lifted her arms over his shoulders, pulling him closer, just as hungry for
his raging desire.
He dropped his hands into her hair, thrusting into her mouth, hearing her whimpers
grow. He shifted, bringing her flush against him, pinning her against the cabinet side. She
gasped when he ground his erection into her.
Plump breasts cushioned him and he dropped a hand cupping one in his palm. Her
shape filled his palm and he flexed his fingers around her, forming to her luscious
softness. She shuddered, a hot, panted moan rifling between them at the contact. He
caressed the hard peak with his thumb and she went liquid beneath him. “You’re so
sensitive,” he murmured against her lips.
She managed a half nod, lost in oblivion. He loved when a woman was sensitive to
his caresses. He released her enough to push the vest off her shoulders and lift her lace
chemise. Two peaked breasts appeared before him. He tore her top over her head,
uncaring of anything but the bounty he was about to feast on.
“Trajan?” she moaned, a sound of lust and confusion. The husky sound sent lava to
his groin.
He didn’t know how to answer. He didn’t know what he was doing either.
He did know what he wanted though. He bent and found one hard tip with his mouth.
She swallowed a shriek. Swirling his tongue around the flush nipple, he ran his hand
down her ribs, caressing her stomach. She quivered beneath the light strokes, holding him
tight.
She whimpered his name full of pleading desire and he froze, his fingers on the snap
to her jeans. He’d undone them, well on his way to making love to her, or at the very
least, finding some sort of relief. Deep breathing filled the office space, both of them
caught up in the moment.

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Well, I’ve sent in the last edits on The Librarian’s Secret. All I need is the line edits and the cover, oh, and a release date, and we’re good to go on it. I hope to have more updates on it soon.