Friday, March 5, 2021

Teaser ~ for Dulce Isle (A Mystic Museum Novella) by Loc Glin


Dulce Isle 
The Mystic Museum Series 2
By Loc Glin 
Genre: Erotic Romance 
Word Count: 22,360
Heat Rating: SEXTREME

Categories: Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre (M/M/F), paranormal elements, HEA

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Adrian Asorio can't seem to move on after the death of his beloved wife Angelina. While trying to fill the lonely hours in his empty life, he discovers Minerva's Mystic Museum. A painting of a female artist painting a nude male model fascinates him. He finds himself thinking about, and wanting, the male model. He begins to question his sexuality.

Adrian is chosen as this full moon's mystic walker. He is transported to Dulce Isle where he meets Jon and Rosa in the flesh. Adrian must confront his newly discovered sexual orientation and overcome the guilt he feels.

Rosa DeVario and Jon Balentine shared a life with Rosa’s husband, Leon. When Leon died, both were heartbroken. Without Leon as their common denominator, Jon has reverted to his "loving men only" lifestyle, leaving Rosa without a partner.

Will Adrian's arrival on Dulce Isle be the answer that mends three tattered and broken lives? The universe has provided the opportunity…Adrian's heart holds the key.

Here is the premise for the Mystic Museum Series

Minerva’s Mystic Museum is located in New York City. Every full moon the “powers that be” choose someone from the visitors of the museum. This someone, known as the mystic walker, will be the hero/heroine of the novel. The “powers” select someone they feel deserves a second chance, or just a chance to follow their destiny. Minerva, the curator and caretaker of the museum meets the chosen mystic walker. Through the magic that has been entrusted to her, Minerva supplies them with the opportunity to change their lives.


“Hop in,” Rosa said as she pulled the Ferrari out of the garage. “It’s high time I showed you our little island. You haven’t been out of the villa for weeks.”

“A Ferrari…holy shit, you own a Ferrari?” Adrian exclaimed.

“And a Fiat and a vintage Volkswagen Beetle.”

“Adrian laughed. “A Beetle?”

“It was mine before I met Leon. It has sentimental meaning for me.” She patted the passenger seat.

Adrian opened the door and slid into the seat. “Nice.”

“Yeah, this baby purrs.” She drove through town waving at and greeting almost everyone they passed.

“You know a lot of people.”

“Leon was a very important man in this community. You might even say he was the founder.”

“From what I can see, he left you very well off.”

She smiled, a sad smile, and that sentiment was reflected in her eyes when she glanced at him. “I’d trade it all in a heartbeat just to have him back. His money never meant anything to me.”

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Monday, March 1, 2021

Lucy Felthouse ~ presents ~ The Long Night



The Long Night by Lucy Felthouse

(@cw1985) #PNR #vampire #paranormal #reverseharem #whychoose #rhromance #reverseharemromance #military #uniform



Forever is a long time for a vampire… but is all that about to change for Lailah?

Lailah’s neighbour, Loulou, is well known for hosting wild, extravagant events, so as Lailah heads over there for the much-anticipated annual Halloween bash, she thinks she’s prepared for pretty much anything. Soon after arriving, though, she discovers Loulou has outdone herself—and presented Lailah, who, as well as being an actual vampire, has come in fancy dress as one, with the opportunity to have a little joke at her own expense.

What Lailah’s not prepared for, however, is the appearance of three gorgeous men in uniform. Their out-of-place getup piques Lailah’s curiosity, and as polite conversation turns to flirtation, Lailah gets the weirdest feeling nothing is ever going to be the same again.

But how will Luke, Leo and Jack react when they discover Lailah’s vampirism isn’t just for Halloween?

Note: This novella has been previously published as part of the Duty Bound with Bite anthology.

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I’m prepared for pretty much anything on my way to my next-door neighbour’s house for her Halloween party. Loulou is well known across north London for her wild, extravagant events, a few of which I’ve had the good fortune to be a part of—they’re always good fun. So I’m expecting something spectacular—she wouldn’t let me help, or even have a sneak peek at the decorations, so whatever she’s gone for will be a complete surprise to me.

The nearest streetlamp to our houses is providing just enough light to show off her outdoor decorations. I smile as I push open her fake-cobweb-covered front gate, duck as a plastic bat swoops toward my head, then make my way up the garden path, which is lined with creatively carved pumpkins, the tealights nestled inside each helping to illuminate the way to the door.

For all intents and purposes, I’m walking through a graveyard. Headstones in varying states of decay litter the grass. Noises ring out periodically—the hoot of an owl, the howl of a wolf, the yowl of a cat. There’s even a dry ice machine secreted somewhere, as a sinister, low-lying fog hovers over the ground.

I jump and gasp as I pass a large tree to find a decrepit, bloodstained zombie grinning at me from behind its trunk. Tutting, then chuckling at my own silliness, I mount the three steps up to the porch, where more of the same greets me, as well as some macabre smiling skulls, blood dripping from their mouths and spiders crawling from their eye sockets. It’s great, it really is, but there’s nothing unusual about any of it. This is Loulou we’re talking about—I’m waiting for the ‘wow’ factor, that extra something she’s thrown in to make her party an event that’ll be talked about for weeks, maybe even months, to come.

A sign with Gothic blood-red print is fixed to the door.


Obviously, I dare. With a roll of my eyes, I depress the door handle—which has a large plastic spider hanging off it—and step inside. It’s only a few minutes past the official start time for the party, so it’s still pretty quiet. I’m fine with that—it gives me the opportunity to have a good look around at what Loulou has done with the décor before it gets too busy, too heaving with bodies. Live ones, that is. The dead ones dotted around the place don’t seem to care one way or the other.

I don’t bother announcing my presence to my neighbour—we’ll find each other before long. Instead, I immediately start exploring, exchanging the occasional polite nod with other early partygoers as we pass. The scent of pumpkin spice hangs in the air. So far, so typical—more cobwebs, spiders, pumpkins, skulls, bats, black cats, ghosts, witches, zombies, black floaty material draped everywhere, creepy music…

Then something catches my eye. Toward the back of what is usually Loulou’s enormous living room—the properties in this area, including mine, are huge—is a sectioned-off area. A partition, designed to look like an old stone wall. It’s dark, gloomy, spooky. I love it. And that’s before I notice the sign affixed to the arched doorway embedded in the wall.


A snort escapes me, and I quickly look around to make sure nobody noticed. I’m alone, thankfully—probably the others are diving into the drinks and snacks which are most likely laid out in the dining room, getting their hands on all the best stuff before other people arrive.

I open the door carefully, since I don’t know how sturdy this whole shebang is, and I don’t want to wreck it—Loulou’ll kill me—and enter, eager to find out exactly what Loulou thinks a vampire lair looks like.

You’d think she’d have an idea, really, given she lives next door to one. Not that she knows, of course—I don’t make a habit of announcing my true nature to people. It just results in disbelief, asking for proof, which then often leads to screaming and freaking out. I just can’t be doing with that kind of drama. Therefore I keep my supernatural status to myself, and move around just often enough to ensure people don’t start to notice I haven’t aged a day since they first met me.



Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award), The Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight, and The Heiress’s Harem and The Dreadnoughts series. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 170 publications to her name. Find out more about her writing at, or on Twitter or Facebook. Join her Facebook group for exclusive cover reveals, sneak peeks and more! Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter here:


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Friday, February 26, 2021

Teaser ~ for Howling at the Moon (A Mystic Museum Novella) by Loc Glin


Howling at the Moon 
The Mystic Museum Series 
By Loc Glin
Genre: Erotic Romance 
Word Count: 21,593
Heat Rating: SEXTREME 

Categories: Erotic Romance, Ménage a Trois/Quatre (MFMM), Paranormal, Shape-shifter, HEA

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Carolyn, lonely and heartbroken after being dumped by yet another boyfriend who told her she needs to loosen up in bed, escapes her empty apartment. On the night of a full moon she visits Minerva’s Mystic Museum.

Minerva recognizes her pain and provides her with the opportunity to change her life. The full moon has chosen Carolyn as a mystic walker.

Carolyn’s dormant sexuality is awakened by three handsome shape-shifters. Jacob, caring and nurturing, lures her into his world. Milo, impetuous and rough, awakens unknown desire. Sven, cold and reserved, tests her mettle. Will she choose to walk on the wild side with the wolf pack and become their female? Will she be able to convince Sven that she is worthy and should be given the opportunity to join the pack? Will Sven’s fear of losing another mate destroy the future of the pack? Or will Carolyn choose to return to the normal life she’d come to see as her due?

Here is the premise for the Mystic Museum Series

Minerva’s Mystic Museum is located in New York City. Every full moon the “powers that be” choose someone from the visitors of the museum. This someone, known as the mystic walker, will be the hero/heroine of the novel. The “powers” select someone they feel deserves a second chance, or just a chance to follow their destiny. Minerva, the curator and caretaker of the museum meets the chosen mystic walker. Through the magic that has been entrusted to her, Minerva supplies them with the opportunity to change their lives.


Carolyn watched the man, wolf…man, walk away. What the hell was he anyway? His clothes just appeared as if by magic. The red-and-black checkered flannel shirt and jeans looked just as good as his naked body. The shirt did nothing to hide those broad shoulders. The tight jeans hugged his muscled ass. God, what she’d just done with that man, and she didn’t even know his name. He was right, though. It had been f**king amazing. She couldn’t believe it, and even harder to believe, she was thinking about doing it again. She wanted to do it again. “Wait,” she called. He turned his head, never slowing his pace. She was going to follow this man. She felt a connection with him. She couldn’t explain it. It was the natural thing to do, the right thing to do. Every cell in her body agreed with her decision. 

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Monday, February 22, 2021

Tarrah Anders ~ presents ~ Love on the Sidelines


Title: Love On The Sidelines: A Quick Snap Novella
Author: Tarrah Anders
Genre: Sports Romance
Publisher: Lady Boss Press

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Tarrah Anders’s Love on the Sides is a hot, steamy and heartfelt sports romance written in part of Kristen Proby's With Me in Seattle Universe.
“I'm Mila Rossi and this is Sideline Sports.”
I’ve worked hard to make a name for myself as more than just the pretty girl on the sidelines doing bits to keep the audience entertained. I earned my spot as a Sideline Sports anchor. I made sure nobody can claim nepotism because I’ve told no one that Randall Harris, the star Quarterback of Los Angeles's Football team, is my big brother.
I wanted to succeed on my own merits and thanks to my hard work over the past year, I've not only snagged a trip to the Super Bowl, but exclusive interviews with each playing team. Finally, all my dreams are coming true.
“The guys call me Coach Wilkens, but you can just call me Toph.”
As Seattle’s Offensive Line Coach, I’m thrilled that our club is playing in the biggest game of the year and that we have a chance to take home the trophy. That should be enough to keep my mind on the job at hand, but when I find out a perky little sports anchor will be spending two weeks with my team during that time, I can’t help but worry. I’m divorced, not dead, and she’s not just gorgeous, but also whip smart and knowledgeable about the game. She’s the total package and a total distraction.
This is the biggest game of my career. It could make or break me. So imagine my surprise when I realize, so could she. I've always been able to separate the personal from the professional.
Until now.



About Tarrah

I am a contemporary romance author who is all about the feels, with the twists of sexy mixed in between. I have been writing since before I can remember. Writing has always been a passion, that was kept it under wraps, stayed on the back-burner and never vocalized or followed through with my desire to be a writer, until I read a horrible book and thought: ‘I could do better than that!’
I am originally from the San Francisco Bay Area, but living in beautiful San Diego with my little family while working during the day as a social worker working with the homeless.

My writing style is that I try to write realistic characters and situations. I want my books to be relatable and not to create too many eye rolls.

Thematically, the novels are friends to lovers, random hook-ups and office romances mixed with a whole lot of fun in the middle.


Friday, February 19, 2021

Teaser ~ for The Curse of Winford Manor by Loc Glin


The Curse of Winford Manor 
by Loc Glin 
Genre: Mainstream Romance 
Heat Rating: SENSUAL 
Word Count: 44,821 
Categories: Historical Paranormal Romance (MF), Time Travel, HEA

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 Leslie Braddock feels responsible for her husband’s death. She is having trouble reentering the dating scene. Leslie travels back in time where she meets Sir James. 

Sir James Winford is a three-time widower. He believes he is cursed, and is certain death to any woman he loves. He has vowed never to love again. 

Emily, the ghost of Sir James's first wife has unfinished business, and still lingers at Winford Manor. She wants to see her husband happy, and she wants to bring her murderer to justice. 

Rose has loved Sir James since childhood. She must live with the unspeakable things she has done trying to make James see her as more than a child. She believes she is close to achieving that goal when Leslie shows up. 

Leslie and Sir James share the experience of losing a loved one. Will Leslie be the woman to break the curse? Or will she be just another victim.


Margaret watched as Leslie moved fully into her line of sight. “My,” Margaret said, suppressing her surprise. “I hadn’t realized fashion has changed so much since I was last in town.”

“I, umm.” Leslie looked down at her jeans.

“Never mind, dear, we will find something for you.” She turned to her son. “Have the maid go into the attic and bring down Emily’s trunks. They are about the same size.”

Sir James frowned but pulled the cord for the butler. “Must it be Emily’s things, Mother?”

“Yes, dear, she has no use for them anymore.”

“Quite right, Mother,” the ghost standing behind Margaret agreed. “I never did like them rotting away in the attic.”

“Yes, I know, dear,” Margaret replied.

“What did you say, Mother?”

“Nothing, dear.” She turned her head and glanced at Emily. “I simply must remember not to answer you. Everyone thinks I’m going senile,” she mouthed. 

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Friday, February 12, 2021

Teaser ~ for Anonymous by Loc Glin


By Loc Glin
Heat Rating: SCORCHING
Word Count: 21,305 words
Categories: Erotic Contemporary Romance (MF), HEA

Jennifer Hartstrum has trouble with men. Her relationship with an abusive father left her with a speech impediment that flares up only when she dates. Her friend talks her into trying an exciting new dating experience, the Anonymous Club, a place where a date is an adventure and fantasies can come true. One must choose an alias, and anonymity is guaranteed. 

Andrew Martin is looking for a woman who can keep up with him outside of the bedroom as well as in bed. He tries the Anonymous Club with low expectations. 

When Jennifer and Andrew meet, it is Chemistry 101. Have they found what they are looking for? In a world of aliases and mystery, is anyone really who they say they are? What happens when anonymity is good for one but not the other?


“What did you choose for tonight?” Megan asked, standing in the doorway to Jennifer’s bedroom.

“The Librarian.”


“What do you mean by that?” Jennifer asked as she stepped on the stool and reached for the top shelf of the closet.

“Where do you work? Oh that’s right, a bookstore.”

“Cut me some slack. I’ve tried The Stewardess, On the Ranch, and The Fireman. I think I deserve a break from the unusual,” she said as she grabbed the shoe box.

“I’m sorry they didn’t turn out very well for you, Jen. They sounded like fun to me. “

“They weren’t that bad. I just wasn’t expecting the guys to be ‘acting the part’ so to speak. Once I got past that I was okay. I’m just glad you can blackball names. I don’t want to waste my time with any of them again. At least they were all gentlemen and accepted no for an answer when the subject of sex came up at the end of the night. ”

“I knew they would be. I’ll see you later. George is waiting for me. Good luck and have some fun tonight. I won’t wait up for you this time.”

Jennifer envied Megan her relationship with George. It wasn’t perfect, but they did seem to be able to talk to each other, and they had things in common. She hoped to find that someday.

She left the house in her sweatpants and T-shirt. The makeup and wardrobe artists would change it all anyway.

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Friday, February 5, 2021

Teaser ~ for Mission Almost Impossible by Loc Glin


Mission Almost Impossible
By Loc Glin
Genre: Erotic Romance
Word Count: 13,206
Heat Rating: SCORCHING

Categories: Erotic Romance (MF), Action/Adventure – Futuristic – Science Fiction

Published By: Luminosity Publishing
Available in: Adobe Acrobat, Epub, Mobipocket (.mobi)

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The odds are against him, but Jerin will find a way! With or without the gene Kaley will be his…

On Setera, only one in four hundred thousand is born possessing the cryan gene—a gene essential to the survival of the Seteran race. Jerin and the others like him are duty bound to find the match to that gene somewhere in the universe, for it can no longer be found on Setera. With no clear instructions on how this task is to be accomplished it is a daunting undertaking, like finding a needle in a haystack.

Jerin’s assigned quadrant is Earth. After twelve years of searching he is beginning to lose hope, until the answer hits him over the head with a frying pan. Now all he has to do is convince this beautiful, feisty woman to follow him to another universe in a galaxy far far away.


Set up for the teaser – Jerin has just regained consciousness.


She looked like a warrior goddess standing above him on the landing leading into the living room. Her dark auburn hair was pulled back severely from her face. The long wavy strands flowed freely from the hairpiece gathering the locks together at the crown of her head. She wore a deep purple, tight fitting, one-piece Lycra bodysuit and was barefooted. Eyes the color of dark emeralds flashed a moment of defiance, and then took on a softer more apologetic light.

“That.” She pointed to his left.

He didn’t want to take his eyes from her, but his curiosity got the better of him. Cautiously he turned his head.

“That would explain it.” He smiled. “So, my warrior goddess’s weapon of choice is a frying pan?”

“Your what?” she stammered and then continued, “And no, a frying pan is not my weapon of choice. It was all I could find.”

The timbre of her voice lured his attention back to her. She sounded more insolent than contrite. Something about her spirit made him forget the throbbing in his head. He stood and chuckled. “Then, what is your weapon of choice?”

She sputtered.

“I don’t have a weapon of choice! Do you think I’m a bloody bloodthirsty gang member or something?”

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