Spotlight: Stepbrother Mine, by Mandy Lou Dowson Reply

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**This book is a stand alone. It is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18, due to explicit scenes, language and situations.**

They were always taught that family was about more than blood, but when step-siblings Sophie Ellis and Logan Castle meet for the first time, their attraction is instantaneous. Forever trying to keep each other at arm’s length, they discover that sometimes the best laid plans fall apart, when lovers fall together. He’s everything she’s ever fantasized about, and everything she can never have. She’s all he’s ever wanted, but never hoped to have. Trying so hard to be his stepsister, she can’t shake the attraction she feels. He decides it’s best to leave, but when circumstances see them reunite, and he discovers their initial attraction is still there after all the intervening years, he can’t help himself. He has to have her. Running scared, she cuts all ties. Left behind, his bitterness grows. When again circumstances force her back into his arms, her past comes back to haunt her. He’s determined to make her pay for leaving him. Desires are forbidden. Loyalties are tested. Hearts are broken. And in the end, is love strong enough to conquer all?

 

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Mandy Lou Dowson was born and raised in a small town in Ireland, in 1983. Family is a huge deal to Mandy. She has three wonderful children, and a Siberian Husky who only does what she’s told if there’s something in it for her. When she’s not writing, reading, or plotting her next book – or, you know, world domination -, she likes to relax with a few glasses of wine and some karaoke. She has a keen interest in special effects make-up and is part of a dramatical society which puts on one show and one concert each year. Mandy started reading at quite a young age and her appetite for the written word has only increased with time. It would not be at all surprising to find her reading anything and everything from shampoo bottles to Edgar Allan Poe. She is the author of two distinct series of books. The Moon Bound series, which is in the Paranormal Romance genre, and is gathering rave reviews, and the Taboo series, which is Contemporary with a hint of the forbidden.

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*Warning – although this novella is entirely consensual, it contains sexual practices some readers may find offensive. It is a step-romance containing punishment and discipline, and group encounters. All characters are responsible adults, but please read at your own risk. Most certainly 18+*

“You’ve been a very, very, naughty girl, Georgia Catherine Tate.”

Spoiled little rich girl, Georgia, has it all. Showered in gifts by a jet setter mother who’s never home, her pretty little ass has received far too much kissing, and far too little spanking.

But that’s all about to change…

Andrew Priestley may be saintly by name, but certainly not by nature. When marrying Cynthia Tate to a backdrop of sun, sea and sangria after a holiday romance, he wasn’t aware that living with her petulant 20 year old daughter would drive him quite so close to insanity.

He’ll teach Georgia some manners, and he’ll teach her good.

Spare the rod and spoil the child, that’s what Andrew Priestley believes. And after all… Daddy knows best

 

 

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When Harper Perry’s latest Hollywood debacle blows up the internet, the fallen starlet returns home to Nashville…and the man she left behind. She needs someone to make her Tennessee home livable–someone who will be discreet while she lays low and lets all the negative press blow over. Former lover Dan Ryan is just the handy man for the job.  With her personal life being primetime tabloid fodder, her career on the skids, and her concert tour facing cancellation, Harper has a lot to figure out. The last thing she needs is the irresistibly sexy handyman working his way back into her life…and her bed.

Dan Ryan has never forgotten the girl who left town the second he confessed his feelings for her ran deeper than the sizzling hot hours they spent burning up the sheets. And with half a dozen women on speed dial, he’s tried! But once he sees Harper again, he knows why no other woman has ever touched his heart–he gave it away to Harper years earlier. Now that she’s back in town, however briefly, Dan is determined not to let Harper get away a second time…even if he has to give up everything he’s worked for to keep her.

 

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Bethany Michaels is the author of over a dozen steamy contemporary novels as well as a few Regency-set historicals and light paranormals. The first book in her “Naughty in Nashville” steamy country music series, Nashville Heat, was a finalist in RT Magazine’s Reviewers’ Choice awards for Best Small Press Erotic Romance.

She also creates cover art for indie authors through Dragonfly Press Design (www.dragonflypressdesign.com).

When not writing, Bethany enjoys movies, travelling, the outdoors, volunteering with her kids’ scout troops and visiting the cool places around Nashville where her books are set. A native Hoosier, she now lives in Nashville, Tennessee with her husband and children.

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Spotlight: Erasing Faith, by Julie Johnson 1

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“You can’t erase your soulmate. The marks they leave are etched in permanent ink.”

WES

Weston Abbott is a ghost.

I like it that way. Floating from place to place, I slip seamlessly into other people’s lives and destroy them from the inside out. I’m untouchable. Untraceable. Until her.

She’s in my head, under my skin. I can’t shake her — I don’t want to shake her. She’s the best thing that ever happened to me. And I’m her worst nightmare, come out to play.

FAITH

Faith Morrissey is dead.

I killed her. Well, that’s what it feels like. For three years, I’ve lived as “Fae Montgomery” in a city of strangers, licking my wounds and trying to forget. It’s pointless. No matter how many times I change my name or vanish around unfamiliar street corners, I’ll never stop seeing that foolish, naive girl whenever I look in the mirror.

I know it wasn’t real — that he wasn’t real — but that doesn’t make it any easier. I can erase myself.

I can never erase him.

 

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Julie Johnson is a twenty-three year old Boston native suffering from an extreme case of Peter Pan Syndrome and an obsession with fictional characters. When she’s not writing, Julie can most often be found daydreaming, drinking too much coffee, striving to conquer her Netflix queue, and stalking Goodreads for new books to add to her ever-growing TBR list.

Nothing makes her happier than talking with her readers! So please, please, please feel free to add her as a friend on Goodreads, Facebook, Pinterest, Twitter, or whatever form of social media floats your boat.

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“I have to get back to my life. People will be looking for me in New York.”

Shit. I hadn’t meant to tell him where I was living.

Tension saturated the room, denser than morning fog. “Who?”

My back went ramrod straight as I listened to his footsteps crossing the room back toward me.

“Who’s waiting for you, Faith?” His tone was deceptively soft, but I could hear the strain beneath his words. “A boyfriend? A husband?”

I didn’t answer, but my hands curled into fists by my sides. He had no right to know the answer to those questions — not anymore.

“Is it the man who helped you disappear? The one who turned you into Fae Montgomery? Because whoever he is, he has connections. Even I couldn’t find you. And, believe me, I looked.”

My stomach clenched at that admission.

“Someone helped you vanish off the face of the fucking earth, without a single trace. No mere name-change could’ve erased you so thoroughly.”

I bit my lip to keep from answering as Conor’s face flashed in my mind.

“Someone taught you to shoot.” His words slithered around me like a snake, moving in for the kill strike. I tried to ignore him, but the closer he moved toward me, the harder it was to remain unaffected. “Someone helped you change into this… new person.”

I spun around so fast, I nearly knocked noses with him. He edged back until our faces were a few centimeters apart, and I glared into his eyes, suddenly furious.

“You want to know who changed me?” If looks could kill, he’d be down on the floor, bleeding out. “You. You changed me.”

His jaw clenched.

“You broke me, Wes-whatever-your-real-fucking-name-is-Adams. You ripped my life to shreds and walked away.” I shoved his shoulders with both hands and screamed a little when he barely even rocked back. “You don’t get to know about my life after you wrecked it. And you certainly don’t get to judge me for how I chose to put myself back together after you shattered me.”

I shoved him again, fighting the tears that were suddenly threatening to pour, and continued to berate him.

“If you don’t like the girl you see in front of you, you have only yourself to blame. You feel like I’m a new person? Good. I don’t want to be that fool who believed your lies ever again.” Despite my efforts, I felt a tear slip out from beneath my lashes. When I shouted at him again, my voice cracked with emotion. “You don’t recognize the woman I’ve become? Perfect. Now you know what it feels like to look at someone you thought you understood, and realize you never knew them at all.”

“What do you want from me?” he growled, his dark eyes narrowed in anger. The careful restraint he always used was stripped from his voice.  “Do you want me to pinky fucking promise that I’m not going to hurt you again? Because I can’t. Grow up. This is the real world, Faith. I’m not accountable for your happiness — no one on this godforsaken planet is.”

“I don’t want anything from you!” I screamed, shoving him again.

My fists pounded against his arms, his shoulders, anywhere I could reach. I was crying full-out now — a sniffing, sniveling mess — and I couldn’t stop the tears streaming down my face any more than I could stop the words flowing from my mouth.

“You’re the devil.”

My vision was blurred, my voice clogged with grief as I struck him again and again with balled fists. He didn’t move, didn’t speak; he just stood there and let me hit him.

“You’re the worst thing that ever happened to me.”

My voice broke on the last word and I felt something deep inside me break, too. Anger dissolved as quickly as it had materialized, replaced by sorrow so deep, shouldering it instantly fatigued me.

Strength sapped from my limbs, my blows subsided into feeble strikes against his chest. I thought I might collapse under the weight of my own broken heart.

“I hate you,” I whispered weakly, the heat of my anger gone. “I hate you so much.”

I’d never been a very good liar.

 

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Spotlight: Hard Ride, by Opal Carew 1

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Liv never expected to find herself trapped in a dark alley facing a band of rough bikers. And she certainly never expected to see him again. Back in college when they dated, he was heir to his family’s business empire–and their fortune. She expected him to become a billionaire. Instead, he’s the heavily muscled, tattooed member of a rough biker gang…and just as sinfully sexy as ever.

When Shock sees Liv again, he’s ready to pay any price to have her in his bed and on his bike. Shock has his own scars to deal with, but he soon learns that Liv is in desperate need of financial help, though she won’t tell him why. So he offers her a sensual deal: his help for her complete submission. Can Liv entrust Shock with her secret…and how can she stop herself from falling for the hard rider?

This is part one of HARD RIDE, a three part novel.

 

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Hi. I’m Opal Carew, a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. I write erotic romance for St. Martin’s Press and Samhain Publishing, and I self-publish stories. I also write romance as Amber Carew.So why do I like writing erotic romance? I like being able to push beyond traditional boundaries. I like dealing with a female character who is growing and evolving – questioning her sexual boundaries and pushing past them. My stories usually include menage a trois. It is great fun to write a heroine choosing between two equally appealing heroes… or more.These aren’t women who just jump into bed with anyone. They find themselves in an unusual situation – something exciting and erotic – but a situation where they have to push themselves beyond their comfort level. As a result, they grow as a person. So often fear holds us back – of what others will think of us, of what we will think about ourselves – and we don’t follow our hearts. These women push past that fear.

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Once out on the street, which was pretty deserted at this time of night, Liv started walking down the road.  She wanted to grab a cab, but there were no cars at all on this road right now.  After a few minutes of walking, heading toward a busier street, she started to get nervous.  It was at times like this she wished she still had her car, but with the drain on her finances, it was a luxury she could no longer afford.

There were some men hanging out on the corner ahead.  Rough-looking men.  Maybe she should go back inside and have the bartender call her a cab.

She turned and started to walk back, but as she got close to the bar, a few more rough-looking types exited the bar and started walking toward her.  Their gazes locked on her.

Her stomach clenched and a chill quivered through her.

Damn Carl for leaving her stranded here.  Ordinarily, she would never come to a place like this, especially alone, but Carl had insisted the only time he could meet her was after his shift as a bouncer at a nearby bar.

She turned down an alley beside her.  She was pretty sure it led to the next block and she could probably catch a cab there.  Or at least slip into the all-night diner she’d seen on the way here this evening.

But as she walked down the dimly lit alleyway, she wondered if she’d made a grave mistake.  She couldn’t see very far ahead, but shouldn’t she see streetlights from the next block?  Or headlights of cars driving by?

She heard a sound behind her and glanced over her shoulder as she picked up her pace.  Her breath caught at the shadowy shapes of three men behind her.  She lurched forward and ran smack into a big, solid body.  She gasped as she pushed herself back from a man with a broad, muscular chest and thick, tattooed arms.

Oh, God, the guy from the bar.

She gazed up at him, expecting to see the leering face of the man called Crow, but her eyes widened.  In the dim light of the alley, she couldn’t make out much of his face, but this tall stranger wasn’t Crow or any of the men who’d been with him.

He grasped her arms and propelled her backward toward the building, then she felt the brick wall at her back.  All she could see of his face was the steely glint of his eyes.  Her heart pounded.

“Do you really think it’s a good idea to be walking through a dark alley alone at night?”  His words came out low and fierce.

Tears threatened at the dire situation she found herself in, but something about his voice nagged at her.  There was something about it that was . . . familiar.

He leaned in closer.   “But you always were lacking in common sense.”

Shock vaulted through her.  That was it.  That voice unmistakably belonged to—

“Devin?”

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Welcome to B’s Book Labyrinth and Bistro! The first novelette in this SilkWords Shared World Series, Sweet Trouble is the story of smart and feisty bookstore owner Bronte and sexy Seattle-area rock musician Brody.

Brody appears at the store’s grand opening to pick up a book recommended by an ex-girlfriend — and to meet the woman responsible for him losing his apartment.

The awkward first meeting does nothing to dampen the instant chemistry, but with Bronte wrangling menus, book buyers, and the resident ghost, and Brody’s rockstar-complicated past, can either of them afford even the sweetest kind of trouble?

 

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Heading for the stairs, I met Trissa coming down. “You’ll never believe it!” she whispered urgently.

“What’s up?”

“I think Lenny Kravitz is here.”

Having Annabelle on my mind, I had braced myself for news of mischief directed at customers. Relieved, and feeling a little mischievous myself, I raised my eyebrows and replied, “Who?”

She groaned and rolled her eyes. “God! Do you do anything but read?”

As the grin I’d suppressed broke free, she frowned in annoyance. “B! You have to go talk to him.”

“It’s not Lenny Kravitz.”

“Come on.”

She grabbed my arm and dragged me upstairs to the fantasy section, where she gave me a shove toward a man in distressed denim and black leather. He stood eyeing a shelf on the L-through-P aisle.

To be fair, he could’ve been Lenny Kravitz — like twenty years ago. This guy’s denim was truly distressed, not distressed by machines for that perfect, overpriced lived-in look. And the cracks in his leather jacket traced a map of a rugged landscape in some unknown, dark country. The heel and sole of one of his motorcycle boots were held together by duct tape. He was as poor as I used to be. Maybe poorer.

But his sculpted features were framed by a glorious but compact starburst of spiky dark hair bleached burnt-orange at the ends. And I’d stake my store on him being a musician.

As I stood there studying him, he looked up, and I took a few steps forward. “Can I help you find something?”

His eyes moved over me, but not in a way that felt creepy. He was studying me back. And what he was probably seeing was that the money I’d spent on my outfit would have bought him groceries for a month. It wasn’t the way I usually dressed. Well, it was now. But a year ago my clothes were all the same vintage as his.

“You work here?” he asked.

“I … ” I couldn’t bring myself to say I was the owner. “Yes. Can I help you?”

“Do you have sci-fi? This is all fantasy.”

I nodded. “We’ve got them in two sections. If you’ll follow me … ”

Chill bumps washed over my back as I listened to the thud of his boots against the hardwood floor behind me. I was suddenly self-conscious about the length (or lack thereof) of my skirt. No way of knowing whether I was imagining his eyes on my ass, but I was glad he couldn’t see my face, because the heat there confirmed my belief that they were.

“Here we are,” I said, waving at the first of the sci-fi shelves. Alpha by author. Is there something specific you’re looking for?”

He considered me a moment, delicious chocolate eyes fixed on my face. He was intense about eye contact. Finally he gave a slight nod. “Solaris.”

“Oh yes,” I said too eagerly, “that’s one of my favorites.” I walked to L through P and sank down to study the bottom shelf. “Looks like we have both a used and new copy.” Solaris was on the obscure side for sci-fi, and now my curiosity was piqued. Or rather more piqued.

“I’ll take the used,” he said quietly.

“Of course,” I said, again in a quick, nervous voice, as I slid the book off the shelf.

I held it out to him, and he said, “What do you mean?” Something dark flashed in his eyes.

I felt my smile slipping. “I’m sorry … ?”

Clearing his throat, he shook his head. “Nothing. I’ll take it.”

I handed it to him, annoyed that my heart felt like a box of wrestling kittens. The guy had spoken a handful of words, and he had me completely unsettled.

“What interested you in the book?” I asked, trying to sound casual and friendly rather than neurotic or stalker-like.

He hesitated, studying the cover. “My girlfriend recommended it.”

“Ah.” I swallowed hard to prevent any more words from coming out.

“Ex-girlfriend, I mean.” He glanced up, and a slow smile swung one corner of his lips up. “She left me for a guy with a PhD. I decided it was time to educate myself.”

“Ah.” I didn’t have to swallow this time. There was no way to reply to that without ending up a mess of blushing awkward.

“You’re Bronte, aren’t you?” he said, tucking the book under his arm. “The owner.”

I cleared my throat. No avoiding it now. “Yeah, that’s me. But it’s just ‘B.’”

“Nice to meet you, Just B.”

I tried and failed to stop the eye roll. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard that one.

He grinned. “Sorry. But I can’t call you that.”

“Why?”

Encore of the intense chocolate stare. “It’s a less than perfect grade, and that’s not you.”

I was so startled by this I forgot to notice that it sounded an awful lot like a cheesy pickup line. “That’s exactly what my moms say.”

He lifted an eyebrow. “Your moms?”

Now the pickup line thing sunk in. “Yeah. You got a problem with that?”

“No,” he laughed.

No one here was ruffled but me, and I felt like a jerk. I couldn’t think of a single word to say to him now, except “if you’ll excuse me,” which at this point would only emphasize my discomfort. Luckily he took pity on me.

“I’m Brody, Bronte. Thanks for helping me with the book. Good luck with the store.”

Grateful to him for coming to my rescue, I smiled. Genuinely. “Thank you. I hope to see you here again.”

He gave another shake of his head, and his gaze slid around the second floor. “I don’t read much. But I had to see if it was worth it, me getting kicked out of my apartment because some rich kid wanted to open a bookstore.”

 

 

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An RWA RITA Award finalist and a three-time RWA Golden Heart Award finalist, Sharon Lynn Fisher writes stories for the geeky at heart — meaty mash-ups of sci-fi, suspense, and romance, with no apology for the latter. She lives where it rains nine months of the year. And she has a strange obsession with gingers (down to her freaky orange cat). In addition to her SilkWords stories, she’s authored three science fiction romance novels for Tor Books: Ghost Planet (2012), The Ophelia Prophecy (2014), and Echo 8 (2015). She’s also the editorial director for (and a partner in) SilkWords! Visit her at http://www.sharonlynnfisher.com.

 

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by: Vina St. Fran
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Publication Date: April 15, 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Suspense
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Good lovin’ is easy…But true happiness is harder to find… To anyone on the outside looking in through the door of Cyndarella Worthy’s life, it looks like she’s got it all. At thirty-two, she’s beautiful and successful, with a handsome brother lover, Thad Mitchell. But deep in her heart, she holds a candle for Bashar Bazzi, the Chaldean immigrant she loved ten years ago. Bashar left for Iraq and she never saw him again, and she assumes he made a marriage within his own community without a backward glance.

Cyn’s girlfriends, Tavie, Denise and Vette, know that their sister still carries the scars of Bashar, but they pray she’ll find love and peace with Thad. Anyway, they’ve got issues too: Tavie’s dating smart school principal, Mack Dooley, but she can’t escape the rumors that he’s playing around; Denise’s marriage to Sean is under pressure because she hasn’t conceived a second child; Vette’s dating an older guy, Louis Burns, but wonders if she’ll ever get a ring on her finger.

When Thad proposes to Cyn and she accepts, it looks like this sister’s finally on her way to true happiness. But no sooner are the celebrations done, when there’s trouble—Bashar Bazzi is home, and he’s ready to settle his unfinished business with Cyn…

Book #1 in the The Amorous Trilogy

 

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Hi. I’m Vina St. Fran, a Michigan native and I write contemporary romance stories for a mature audience. I am also Political Contributor for Examiner.com, which is an online news publication.

Let me expound upon what drives me to write as an author. I like creating stories about powerful, kick-ass women who make it happen in the boardroom and the bedroom without apologies. You will find my novels may contain characters of different ethnic backgrounds who add spice to the plot, and makes for interesting reading.

My female heroines are confident and charismatic, yet they are vulnerable when it comes to matters of the heart. The realism is heartfelt, for to love is to risk. They find certain situations push them to the brink of despair, yet in the middle of it all they manage to enjoy amazing, fulfilling sex lives with their significant others, which is thrilling and downright erotic. The end result is that the characters mature, and develop into stronger women.

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Spotlight: Toxic Bad Boy, April Brookshire 1

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This is the third book and conclusion to the Beware of Bad Boy series.

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Caleb and Gianna’s lives were ruined by a brutal attack. She ended up in the hospital and he was thrown in juvie.

For Caleb, being apart from Gianna is worse torture than being locked up. He’s unable to help her through the aftermath of the assault and dealing with the confinement of youth corrections.

Gianna is lost, her mind going to dark places. She loves and misses Caleb, but doesn’t know how to deal with the upheaval and panic attacks. Emerging, are new threats to her safety and her relationship with Caleb.

While Gianna struggles with her ability to be Caleb’s girlfriend after he’s released, Caleb struggles to hold on to the only girl he’s ever loved.

 

 

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April Brookshire  is the author of the Beware of Bad Boy and Young Assassins series. She also co-authors the Dead Chaos series. She writes under the contemporary romance and apocalyptic fantasy genres and has a few projects in the works for 2015.

Growing up with four brothers, she doesn’t like chick flicks but devours romance books of all genres. A book addict, she’s read almost two thousand books to date.

April lives in a suburb of Denver, Colorado, where she raises her young son. When she isn’t writing, she’s usually reading, but also enjoys attending concerts and plays in the numerous venues of the city.

 

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I loved reading “In The Age Of Hysteria!” At first I though it was about something else. I was intrigued to find it really being about a disease that many women have had. Very interesting book. I give it a 5 star for the in depth description in treatment for Hysteria. Oh, and Joseph can be my doctor anytime!
I really recommend reading this one!  You won’t be disappointed.  Except for maybe the last bit, I wanted more!  Will be buying more of Thomas Briar’s books.
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Dr. Joseph Brenner, a twenty-two year old graduate of medical college, has a natural gift for treating hysteria, circa 1878. The only problem is none of his peers in Boston, Massachusetts will offer him an assistantship due to a supposed moral indiscretion on his part. Without obtaining an assistantship he cannot enter the medical field to build a reputation as a competent doctor. Or, so he believes.

The beautiful and affluent Ms. Mary Pyre, a twenty-six year old businesswoman, has heard whispers of Joseph’s proficiency in treating the disease. She seeks Joseph out and hires him as the attending physician at her Women’s Health and Revitalizing Spa. Though Joseph and Mary are attracted to each other, unfortunate circumstances make them keep their romantic feelings for one another at arm’s length. It is only when he learns she needs his expertise to overcome her chronic sexual impotence toward men that their relationship has an opportunity to move forward.

 

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Joseph realized Laura had become relaxed in his presence and more in tune with his own emotions since he’d become personable. He casually stood up and extended a hand. “Would you mind taking a seat in the treatment chair?”

“Okay.” Laura accepted Joseph’s hand to stand up and let him direct her over to sit back down in the treatment chair. She shifted her naked buttocks around on the V seat, before automatically opening, lifting, and extending her legs so they lay on the thigh and calf supports. Her hairy nether region was now on display. She evinced no sense of embarrassment, only a compliant smile.

“Thank you, Laura,” Joseph said. “Now I’m first going to recline the chair, and then I’ll strap you in for safety reasons. At any point if something starts becoming uncomfortable, please tell me and we’ll fix it. Okay?”

“Okay.” Laura nodded her head of black curls at Joseph.

He engaged the appropriate lever on the side of the chair to let the back of the chair gradually recline until it made contact with the built-in stoppage. Pushing on another lever, the seat and legs of the chair glided forward and slightly upward to cradle Laura’s body in a reclined position.

“How are we doing?”

“It’s more comfortable than I thought it would be.” Laura’s face betrayed her surprise. “I kind of like it, I think.”

“Good. Now I’m fixing to pump the chair up to the necessary height. You’ll feel a series of gentle bumps, but don’t worry; it’s not fixing to dump you out. So you don’t have to hang on. Okay? Just stay relaxed.”

“Okay.”

Joseph pumped the foot-mechanism causing the hydraulic cylinder underneath the chair to extend so Laura’s body rose upward to a height where Joseph knew his hand could easily reach her pubic region without him having to stoop.

Next, he started fastening the restraints, beginning with the waist and chest belts, careful to get both snug, yet, not so tight as to cut off circulation. The restraint of Laura’s right leg followed, before he stepped around her feet to repeat the procedure along her left leg. He saved her arms for last. He reached across her body to buckle the left arm first, and then finished up with the right arm, being very circumspect in buckling the elbow and wrist cuffs so she couldn’t snatch an arm free in the frenzy of orgasm.

With the restraint of the patient accomplished to his satisfaction, he asked, “How does it feel, Laura? Everything seem okay?”

Again, Laura nodded her head, only this time she discreetly licked her bottom lip.

Joseph counted this as a positive sign. He used his fingers to move the stray hair away from Laura’s face. He made sure his fingers gently brushed against her delicate skin. As suspected, he discovered the surface temperature of her face hotter than his fingertips. This declared her body was awakening to sexual arousal; the dilation of her pupils heralded this truth as well. He kept looking directly in her eyes.

“Now Laura, I want you to think of these straps holding you in place as if they were a strong man’s embrace,” Joseph voiced lowly. He gently caressed the soft contours of Laura’s forehead and cheeks. “It can be any man you want it to be. You are safe and sound within his embrace. He’s holding you in place because you are precious to him. He would never do the least thing to hurt you, or let anything happen to you. He only wants to discover your body’s secrets and make you feel good.”

Laura’s eyes closed under Joseph’s soothing ministrations, then flickered back open to stare at him more intently than before. She murmured softly under her breath.

“That’s right, Laura. You like him caressing your face. He’s such a strong man. He only wants to make you feel special, and he knows how to do this. He knows the kind of gentle touching you like.”

Laura offered a slight nodding of her head. Her breathing became slow and deep. She did not close her eyes again; neither did her gaze wander from Joseph’s face.

Joseph realized Laura now stared into his eyes without really seeing him; the duel orbs of jet blackness were glazed over in fantasy. He had her now, wholly and completely, her burgeoning arousal keeping an even pace with his verbal and physical ministrations. He began caressing Laura’s neck and shoulders, careful to move his hands slowly to cover every inch of soft, warm skin.

“He loves the softness of your skin under his hands. The way you look, feel, and smell. You are the woman he has always wanted to be with. He is so pleased you agreed to take a carriage ride with him.” Joseph moved his hands down to caress Laura’s upper torso, to finally cross over the chest strap and massage her breasts without ever touching her distended nipples. The teasing of her nipples would happen only when she wanted and needed the sensations. Right now he was intent upon seducing her into wanting orgasm, not trying to force orgasm onto her.

 

About the Author:

Edgy and provocative in his writings, Thomas Briar strives to exalt the virtues of love and lust in every erotic story he creates. To date, he’s garnered eleven publishing contracts with three different publishers and has seven published books in the marketplace.

When he’s not writing, he enjoys spending time with his wife, reading, taking long walks, and people watching. Yeah, he’s always wondering what makes people do the things they do. He knows it’s usually something hidden in plain sight. He just has to figure out what it is, much like the motivations of the characters in his stories.

 

Five Revelations from Thomas Briar

  • I was once a very religious young man. The ladies in the church I attended wore their hair in buns and their dress-tails brushed against the hardwood floor. Considering the explicit sexual content in my books, who would ever suspect that I came from such an austere environment…right?
  • At twenty-five years of age I discovered Zalman King’s Red Shoe Diaries and Anais Nin. The course of my life was forever altered. However, due to my religious upbringing, I suffered quite the emotional dilemma: either reinvent myself into who I wanted to be or continue to live out my life in religious austerity. I honestly believe I made the right choice.
  • My wife is the most fun I’ve ever had. And I suspect she always will be. I met her when I was twenty-two and she was nineteen. I knew I was going to marry her three weeks into our relationship but I waited eight months before I actually asked for her hand in marriage. We’ve been together twenty-one years. She’s the love of my life.
  • I’m no stranger to manual labor. My father put me to work at six years old. I chuckle now whenever I think back at how I considered it a travesty that my younger brother didn’t have to start working until he was seven. My brother and I are still the best of friends all these many years later.
  • I love writing erotica and erotic romance. Every time I publish a new story I feel like I’m doing exactly what I’m supposed to be doing with my life.

 

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Brigid Roan is a graduate student at the University of Texas. She had no trouble getting her thesis approved, but finding a Hill Country motorcycle club willing to give her access to their lifestyle had started to seem impossible. Then she got a lead. A friend of a friend had a cousin with ties to The Sons of Sanctuary.

What she wanted was information to prove a proposition. What she didn’t want was to fall for one of the members of the club. Especially since she had set out to prove that motorcycle clubs are organized according to the same structure as primitive tribal society.

Brash Fornight was standing in line at the H.E.B. Market when his world tipped on its axis. While waiting his turn to check out, his gaze had wandered to the magazine display and settled on the new issue of “NOW”. The image on the cover, although GQ’d up in an insanely urbane way, was… him.

After reading the article, Brash threw some stuff in a duffle and left his club, The Sons of Sanctuary, with a vague explanation about needing a couple of days away. He left his Jeep at the Austin airport and caught a plane for New York, on a mission to find the guy who was walking around with his face.

Two brothers, one a player, one a playboy, are on a collision course with destiny and a woman who thought she won a prize when she was allowed a look inside the Sons of Sanctuary MC.

 

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“Sir?” Brash Fornight gradually became aware that someone behind him in the grocery checkout line was trying to get his attention. “Sir?” He refocused and glanced behind him. The woman leaning on a cart overflowing with chip bags and cookie boxes nodded toward the cashier indicating that it was his turn to move forward. Brash looked her in the eye and had to give her props. Most people wouldn’t have the balls to try to herd a guy wearing Sons of Sanctuary MC leather.

The club employed a woman who cooked and did grocery shopping several times a week as part of her job description, but Brash didn’t like to explain his relentless craving for peanuts and he liked being teased about it even less. He didn’t know whether it was the Vitamin B or the fat or just because he liked the taste, but he couldn’t imagine going a day without them.

That’s how he came to be standing statue still In the grocery checkout line, being prompted by some woman with more nerve than sense. While he was waiting, his eyes drifted over the magazine display and settled on the cover of “NOW”, on the Most Eligible Bachelor edition no less. The debonair figure staring back was wearing Brash’s own face and body. He looked different with short hair and a four thousand dollar suit with the shirt fashionably open at the neckline, but the similarity was inescapable.

On impulse he grabbed the magazine and tossed it onto the conveyor belt with his week’s stash of peanuts.

He stuffed the bags into the saddlebags of his bike and roared toward home, nervously tapping his fingers on handlebars at red lights, riding on shoulders to keep from slowing down. He was anxious to get to the privacy of his own room and read about Branach St. Germaine.

Two beers, one jar of peanuts, and one “NOW” article later, Brash was sitting on the edge of his bed looking at the wall, seeing nothing but his own heavy thoughts. He pulled out his phone, looked up a website, and waited on hold for ten minutes to hear the time of the next flight from Austin to New York.

 

There was a flight to Newark in a little over three hours. He looked at his watch and calculated the time it would take to drive from Dripping Springs at that time of day. As he booked the flight, he stood up, walked to the small closet, grabbed a duffel bag, and began shoving stuff into it. Ten minutes later, he closed his door and locked it, threw the duffel over his shoulder, and headed straight for the office downstairs. He dropped the duffel on the hallway floor beside the closed door and knocked.

“Yeah?” Brash looked inside, glad that his dad was by himself, and stepped in. “What’s up?”

“I’m takin’ personal time, Pop. Gonna be gone for a couple of days.”

“What the hell is ‘personal time’?”

The gruffness made Brash smile. “It means I’m not gonna be here if you call and I’m not tellin’ you why.”

The Sons of Sanctuary President looked up at Brash, over the top of his readers, and narrowed his eyes. “You got a secret?”

“Everybody’s got secrets.”

Brandon Fornight studied his son for a minute. “True enough. Is it the kind of secret that could affect this club?”

Brash shook his head. “Don’t see how.”

“Well, then. See you… When did you say you’d be back?”

“I didn’t.”

“Bein’ purposefully vague, are you?”

Brash grinned. “That’s why they call it personal time. But I expect to be back Friday.”

“You gonna have your phone with you?” When Brash nodded, Bran looked back down at his ledger in a deliberately dismissive gesture. “Well, get outta here then.”

Brash parked his bike in the airplane hangar. The structure had already been on the property when the club had bought it and turned it into a compound twenty years earlier. They used part of it for vehicle maintenance and repair and part for parking.

Some of the guys who were working looked over and shot curious glances his way when Brash threw his duffel into his pickup and started it up, but it wasn’t their way to ask questions. The Sons figured that if somebody wanted you to know something, they’d tell you.

Brash took a cab to a midtown hotel, wondering all the way why human beings would choose to live in such a place. As he slid his credit card across the hotel counter to the agent on duty, he glanced at the name, Brandon Fornight. It seemed unlikely that it was a coincidence that that the mysterious look-alike’s first name began with the same four letters. He ordered room service and pulled out his laptop.

Getting intel on the guy didn’t take advanced ops. Within an hour Brash knew where Brannach St. Germaine worked, what kind of car he drove, what kind of women he dated, who his tailor was, and where he liked to dine. There was no shortage of photos online, but the one that grabbed his attention wasn’t one of the many with starlets or debutantes on his arm. It was the one taken with his arm around his mother as they were arriving together for some red carpet fundraiser. Brash had an almost irresistible compulsion to reach up and touch her face on the screen in front of him.

The knock on the door signaled that room service had arrived. It cost a fortune, but looked and tasted like shit. So he closed the computer and went out for a walk to clear his head and find something edible.

 

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About the Author:

USA Today Bestselling Author, Victoria Danann, is making her debut into Contemporary Romance with releases in May and June 2015, after taking the world of PNR by storm.

Her Knights of Black Swan series won Best Paranormal Romance Two years in a Row (2013, 2014). ~Reviewers Choice Awards, The Paranormal Romance Guild.

Victoria’s paranormal romances come with uniquely fresh perspectives on “imaginary” creatures, characters, and themes. She adds a dash of scifi, a flourish of fantasy, enough humor to make you laugh out loud, and enough steam to make you squirm in your chair. Her heroines are independent femmes with flaws and minds of their own whether they are aliens, witches, demonologists, psychics, past life therapists, or financial analysts from Dallas. Her heroes are hot and hunky, but they also have brains, character, and good manners – usually – whether they be elves, demons, berserkers, werewolves, or vampires.

The first book of the Knights of Black Swan Paranormal Romance Series, My Familiar Stranger, was nominated for Best Paranormal Romance of 2012 by both Reviewers’ Choice and Readers’ Choice Awards. All of her books have opened on the Amazon Best Sellers list and earned Night Owl Reviews Top Pick awards.

Many have appeared on Listopia Book of the Month as #1 across all genres.

For books published in 2013, Black Swan won three awards.

  1. Best Paranormal Romance Series
  2. Best Paranormal Romance Novel – A SUMMONER’S TALE
  3. Best Vampire~Shifter Novel – MOONLIGHT.

In 2014, Solomon’s Sieve won Best Vampire Novel.

 

Photo- If you’re interested in me personally, I am also a classically trained musician who defected to Classic Rock and that’s my first love. Yeah. Even more than writing.

This is Roadhouse, the very best in Classic Rock, taken near The Last Concert Cafe, Houston Texas, 2011. I was the utility player which means I played rhythm guitar, keyboards, sang backups and a few leads.

 

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