Thursday, February 28, 2019

Rob Matthews ~ presents ~ I'm The One You Need

Out Now—
I’m the One You Need
by Rob Matthews
(@robandtina1) #cuckold #erotica #BDSM

‘That hurt. I didn’t know if I could take it. But, at the same time, it was reassuring to be in your arms. You helped me get through the pain, even though you were the one causing it.’

Cuckold and hot wife couple, Rob and Tina, are back together, but they have a rough path in front of them. Rob knows Tina will never be satisfied with him and will soon be on the hunt for another man. But now her interest in sadomasochism has been awoken, is she looking for a stud or a master?

Fortunately, sexy young goth Charlotte is on hand to be their guide into the world of erotic pain and humiliation. Will Rob and Tina’s marriage survive beyond this latest stop on their Cuckold Odyssey?

A Cuckold Odyssey, book 4.

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Her mouth was wide open and her breathing was getting faster. I knew what that meant, and I’m fairly sure he did too. His expression was one I’d seen on other men’s faces while they were with my wife. He was trying to keep going until she came. Tina’s body tensed. She was very close. ‘Dirty little slut,’ he said, fiercely. This was enough to push her over the edge. She came with a shout. On hearing that, he relaxed and groaned as he came inside her.

‘Let me feel it pumping into me,’ she said. After a moment, he pulled out and sat on the edge of the bed. She couldn’t speak immediately. Raising her head to look at him, she said, ‘That was fucking intense.’ He didn’t answer, so she turned to me. ‘What do you say to Nathan?’

This was one of the moments when I regretted doing this with a friend. Nathan and I had played pool together. We’d chatted many times in bars, restaurants, and at barbecues. We’d always interacted as equals. And now I had to look him in the eye and say, ‘Thank you for fucking my wife.’

‘And?’ prompted Tina.

‘And for doing it better than I ever could.’

Author bio:
Rob Matthews was born in London. He divides his time between Britain and the United States. He's the author of the Cuckold Odyssey series: Come Home With Us, I Can Do It Better, We Make Our Own Rules, and I'm the One You Need. He's also written the stand-alone book, Black and Blue - An Interracial Cuckold Tale. Rob is currently working on two more interracial cuckold tales, Talking Bull and Black Friday. Both are coming soon from Fanny Press, an imprint of Epicenter Press.

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Wednesday, February 27, 2019

LM Mountford ~ presents ~ Together in Sydney

Title: Together In Sydney
Author: LM Mountford
Genre: Second Chance Romance

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They were the best of friends. Then they shared a night of passion and in the morning she was gone.

Alex has spent years trying to forget his first love. But then an email arrives out of the blue and suddenly he finds himself boarding the first plane bound for Australia with nothing but his passport and an overnight bag. He's no idea what he'll do, or he's going to say, but one thing's for sure. He's not going home without her.

Time may heal all wounds. But the heart never mends easy.

Childhood lovers reunite on the sun-kissed beaches of Sydney Australia, yet will their reunion spark a holiday fling or summer storm?

About the author:
A self-confessed Tiger fanatic, L.M. Mountford was born and raised in England, first in the town of Bridgewater, Somerset, before later moving to the city of Gloucester where he currently resides. A fully qualified and experienced Scuba Diver, he has travelled across Europe and Africa diving wrecks and seeing the wonders of the world. He started writing when he was 14. Under the pseudonym Dark Inferno, he has written more than thirty Fanfiction stories.

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Tuesday, February 26, 2019

Ellie Danes ~ presents ~ Since Last Time

Title: Since Last Time
Author: Ellie Danes
Genre: Second Chance Romance
Series: Second Chance Romance #2

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It was a moment I’ve never forgotten.
A forbidden kiss.
A first and last kiss on my 18th birthday.
He was my brother’s best friend and should have been off limits.
And that one kiss cost him everything.

Banished from my family, hated by my brother.
Today he’s coming back from exile to mourn my father.
Dalton has been on my mind non-stop,
I’ve imagined him undressing me, tempting me, teasing me.
It’s the last thing I should be thinking about, but I can’t help it.
I’ve wished for the day to see him again, under any circumstances.

It’s my turn to make things different.
I’m not the same girl, and I hear he’s not the same guy.
Now he’s a bad boy.
He’s done time and bounced back.
He’s successful, tattooed and hot as hell.
…and we have a lot of catching up to do since last time.

Since Last Time is a full-length standalone novel, with plenty of bad boy and second chance romance. It is the second book in the Second Chance Romance series and can be read in any order.

About the author:
Ellie Danes is a romance writer that creates steamy stories with lots of twists and turns. When she isn’t plotting her next book she’s doing yoga, running or spending time with her author husband, Tristan Vaughan or their family.

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Monday, February 25, 2019

Paul Bridgeman ~ 2nd appearance and his novel ~ On Your Way Home

Paul Bridgeman

I have loved ghost stories from a very early age and by the time I was nine or ten years old I was scaring my brothers with bedtime stories of my own! I always wrote other stories but only really showed my brothers as I was too shy and worried that people would laugh. I was delighted to find creative writing an escape from daily life in my teens. I would often use my artistic skills to illustrate and even create cartoon strips of my stories. However, for many years my pleasure in art and storytelling was mainly shared with close relatives and lovers. I worked for both big soft drinks companies of certain colas and at Westminster, which meant that I have been lucky enough to travel all around the world, which does inform some of my stories, however most of my stories are based in Wales, which is my home country and the place I love best. I lived in Thailand for many years where I worked at Rayong University, teaching Business English. I learned to speak, read and write Thai and to cook their delicious food and to perform their unique massage. The culture of Thailand also sparked my art and writing like never before and I sold my art to clients in Thailand, Japan and the USA. When I returned to Wales I had a successful exhibition of surrealist art called “Genius? Genius!” and I decided to take a course in Art, Design and Illustration which lead to a Batchelor of Arts with honours in General Illustration. This was followed by an ignition of my passion for art and writing again and I began to write and paint with abandon. I was invited to exhibit at New Designers 2012, the most prestigious and largest illustration exhibition in Europe. I was very proud of this and my work received good attention, I even signed autographs, which felt surreal.! A few years ago, I met author David Owain Hughes (Look him up!) and he introduced me to Ravenwood Publishers and the lovely Kitty. It still took a huge nagging session from my Mother Rose and my husband Damian to make me offer up my stories for publication. To tell the truth I had forgotten about sending the stories out at all. So, when I received the email from Kitty offering publication I almost gave Damian a heart attack with the noise I made. When I told him and my Mother they almost deafened me right back! Imagine my delight when I found that other people liked my stories. I sometime wonder where all these dark, spooky and kinky stories come from, I am just glad that they do come to me I hope that you will enjoy my stories and check in with me now and again. I will put up descriptions of my stories and maybe even excerpts of them, I will share my own artwork for characters in my books on my blogg at and also keep you up on gossip and future publications. I really hope we will become friends and then I want to thrill and scare you all to death Mwaahaha Love to you all Paul Bridgeman.

Q: Dress up or dress down?
A: Happy to do dress up or down, but down is better

Q: Dine in or dine out?
A: Out

Q: Coffee or Tea?
A: Tea

Q: How do you feel about exercise?
A: What’s that? Seriously though walking my dog is my only exercise

Q: Texting, love it or hate it?
A: Love a text with a purpose, hate pointless self absorbed texts


Q: Have your characters ever taken the story in a different direction than you had originally planned? Do you have a for instance, for us?
A: There is a character in my forthcoming book series “Anydea, The Lost Land” that was originally a villain, but turned into a hero. I can’t tell you his name, but my friends hated him, but after a certain point they began to grudgingly like him a little.

Q: What geographical locations are your favorite and why?
A: Wales, as this is my home country. I have been lucky enough to travel well and so I like to use lots of places Bangkok, Paris and New York are other favourites.

Q: Which holiday celebrations do you like to incorporate into your stories and why?
A: Hallowe’en, but Christmas can be spooky if you do it right!

Q: Generally speaking, is your work based on real life experience? If it's not would you want it to be?
A: I don’t base it on life experience, but I sometimes hold it up to my experiences as a litmus test for believability.

Q: How long does it take you to create a novel?
A: I work on The Numb, Passion Illustrated and The Gullz for 26 years before I was happy, but luckily most take six months to a year

Q: Do you like to read the genre that you write?
A: OhYes!! Stephen King, Clive Barker, John Saul, Dean Koontz fill my book shelves

Q: How does the man/woman in your life feel about the genre you write? Has he read any of your work?
A: Damian hates horror, he has read my stories and enjoys them, but I know that Horror is not his genre, he tends to go for more political/ self help and motivational books.


Q: What are you working on now? Would you like to share anything about it?
A: I am working on a full length novel called “Bringing Them Back”, I can’t say anything about it because it isn’t finished, but my trusted friends and family that read for me are all nagging me for more, so it’s on the right track and writing it feels so good! I’ll tell you about it when it’s due out

Q: Do you have a new book coming out soon? Tell us about it.
A: “On Your Way Home” is my next Book. It’s the story of a young boy who moves back to his parents village and is horrified to find that the road home from his friends house has no street lights. As he walks up the lane he begins to feel a pull in his stomach and the hairs on his neck stand up. A feeling of horror is emanating from a side road and he tries to resist, but in the end the fear wins and he runs the whole mile home. That night he wakes to find a figure standing in the corner of his bedroom, a total absence of features,but red glowing eyes glare at him and from that moment the battle lines are drawn, but can a Twelve year old boy beat an ancient evil? Out next year! Lol

Q: How can we find you? Do you have a web page, FaceBook page or any buy links?
A: Yes, I do. Here are the links. 

Twitter @NightwalkerPaul
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Who has not had to walk home alone at night and felt that sense of unseen company? Who has not found particular areas to be charged with menace and to hold a bounty of nameless terror. The place that gives us the heebee geebees may not even be dark, or it could be an alley on a well lit road that is dark. A stand of trees that by day is pleasant and inviting, at night is home to watching horrors and serial killers. Perhaps an empty swing park where the swings sometimes sway on a windless night. Our own footsteps echoing back to our ears? The triggers real or imagined are endless for this fear.

Imagine then a full mile of country lane, without street lights with lanes leading off into dark woods. Yes, even in these modern times there are roads like this. Roads with high hedges just waiting to rustle in a breeze. The only light provided by stars or on fortunate nights a bright moon. Imagine then the horror for a teenager who had always lived in the city, for whom the countryside is strange enough without being there alone, in the dark.

EXCERPT On Your Way Home
Warning - adult language.

James had moved to the country bare weeks before, the village they had moved to was beautiful, surrounded by mountains and rolling hills, but as so often is the case it was uninspiring and joyless for a bored teenager. The sky was often low and grey and rains that blew in from the sea could lash and freeze your face in seconds and send you rushing to your destination soaked and cold. Welcome to Wales.

It might have been better for James if there had been kids in his age group, but he fell into a gap in the village and the only young adults his age were a year older or a year younger. It was months before he had made any friends, he had to fight the boys before they befriended him and the girls would tease him unmercifully should he encounter a group of them. At least now he was back at school he had made some friends, they were down in the next village. James felt some relief while he was there, they had a chip shop and four shops and three pubs and a green with a bench, where a lot of kids his age hung out, even better it was only a mile down the lanes to Kyles’ house.

James was naturally funny, so he soon fell in with a clique who liked his impersonations and funny voices. Any diversions in Pen-Y-Cae were happy ones. The walk home was okay too, until October when the clocks went back. It wasn’t every day he could afford the bus and eventually the day came when he had to walk. The idea didn’t bother him too much. He felt confident until he turned into the last stretch of road that lead home and realised that the lights ran out at the end of the street. He had never noticed this before and It was as if the cold wind of premonition washed over him, he actually stopped walking as the realisation hit him. Reaching into his pocket he took out his cigarettes, he only had two left, but whether to have it before or after the walk. “What the fuck!” he growled Swchartzeneger style and lit the cigarette and began to walk.

It really wasn’t too bad at first the diminishing light from the last street making things visible, but just over the first rise of the lane the light disappeared. James had to stand still for almost five minutes to get even rudimentary shapes and vision. Still, he sensibly realised that the fear he felt was simply the fear of falling or hurting himself in the dark and walked on. Without knowing it he had started to sing as he walked up the lane. His eyes roved everywhere and despite trying to stop and tell himself to chill out he spoke and his voice sounded dry and scared.

Suddenly the air chilled, James looked behind himself and then around but it was useless. Whatever eyesight he had been granted just wasn’t enough, he hesitated and then walked on. Something, a rabbit perhaps rustled the undergrowth and made his heart pound for a moment. The cold was getting deeper, but seemed to come in waves. Up ahead there seemed to be a darker point within the darkness. As James approached it his eyes adjusted enough to see it was a lane turning off from the main road to Pen-Y-Cae, all the same he crossed the road from right to left. The cold was emanating from that place. As he passed he felt a pull down low in his stomach, as if something had linked to him, pulling him towards the inky black lane across the road. There was a cough from beside him, he jumped and turned to see the vacant features of a cow. Before he could rationalise this his feet picked up and he ran up the road until he fell. He barked his shins and fell into the hedgerow scratching his face as he did so and tearing a hole in the knee of his jeans . His Mum would have a shit fit when she saw them, money doesn’t grow on trees. He stood up and went cold to his core, the feeling of being watched was insanely real. He looked around and called out “Who’s there?” The silence seemed to mock him as if the person were enjoying that he couldn’t see them. Turning he ran again until he got home. The hairs on his neck were standing up, he shuddered and went inside.

He gave his Mum a kiss on the cheek “Hello Babe. Did you get the bus?” she asked. He thought about lying but admitted he had walked. “Now I don’t want you walking home in the dark, those lanes are fatal, cars can’t see you Babe”, she looked genuinely worried and he almost wished he had lied. “What have you done to your jeans James? You know money is short!” she glared at him. “Sorry Mam , I heard a noise in the lanes and ran, I couldn’t see and I fell over” he said. His Mum smiled “Made you jump did it Love?” she asked. He laughed “Just a bit” A shadow passed over her face, “Well just be careful when you are walking home, there have been so many youngsters die on that road”. “Hungry then Road Runner?” she asked tousling his hair and laughing. He nodded and within minutes the taste of cheese on toast and a cup of tea made his fears in the lane seem both remote and silly. He wondered whether all Mums knew how to make you feel this good or was it just his?

When he went to bed that night he fell into a deep dream of darkness, like falling through a vast starless space. It was relaxing, nothing like the darkness of the lanes just peaceful drifting weightlessness and a feeling of safety. As he moved he began to hear a noise. A high pitched broken tone, almost like Morse code, in fact almost exactly like it. With each noise a broken silver line appeared, bright in itself, but not shedding light and once it appeared it moved across his vision. As the tones became longer, the line solidified and he wondered what it was. The line now stretched across the whole horizon of this black place and a voice said, “Touch it!” and although he didn’t seem to have a body in this place James reached up to touch the line of light with his mind.

As his mental fingers touched the line he was grasped and yanked violently out of his body. He flew towards the wall so fast that he jerked awake! What the fuck! He was terrified. He was soaked with cold sweat, even his hair was drenched, he pulled it out of his eyes and stood up. He hoped that he hadn’t screamed out loud and the fact that he couldn’t hear anyone coming suggested his hope was good. His breath froze in his throat in the frigid bedroom air and his heart leapt! At the door to his bedroom stood a silent figure all in black. It was wearing a cape with a hood, it would have seemed ridiculous in a film, but this was no film and he was wide awake, the feeling of power that emanated from this figure was indisputable James began to shudder with fear. He felt that same pull in his guts as he had in the lane. He squeezed his eyes shut and when he opened them the figure was gone. He sighed with relief and went to the bathroom to get a drink and more urgently take a piss.

When he returned to bed, he was unable to sleep. He picked up the book he had bought from a charity shop last week. It was called “The Fog” and was by James Herbert, more from a need to be distracted than actual interest in reading he read until he was tired again. The book had gripped him and supplied the necessary fatigue to allow him to sleep again. He felt ashamed of being so traumatised by a piss-dream, closing his eyes he slept until his Mum woke him.

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Thursday, February 21, 2019

Dani Gray ~ 2nd interview and her novel ~ Tomorrow's Today

Dani Gray

I’ve been an avid reader for as long as I can remember. I still remember one of the first books I read, it was the Bobbsey Twins. As I got older, I moved into more the interesting books, but some of the typo’s made me nuts! So, after contacting writers I started a career of where I began editing, beta reading and brainstorming. After being harassed for a couple of years by some of the writers, I gave in and have now begun to write.

I live in central Canada with my hubby of over 25 years, 4 kids, and 5 grandkids. We have a collection of pets, including our guard cat. I love nothing more than curling up with a good book, or my laptop to work on the next thing that catches the muse. I would love to hear from readers, you can find me at



Q: List these in order of preference, French food, Chinese food, Italian food, Indian food, Home cooking, backyard BBQ.
A: Home cooking, backyard BBQ, Italian food, Chinese food, French food, Indian food.

Q: Coffee or Tea?

A: Tea

Q: How do you feel about exercise?

A: Do I have to? I’m good just pretending I’m getting the same exercise as I write my characters working out.

Q: Texting, love it or hate it?
A: Depends on who I’m talking to and if they are pissing me off.

Q: Pets? Do you have any?

A: Yup, about to get 2 more kittens. Cat count will be up to 4.


Q: What geographical locations are your favorite and why?
A: Don’t really have one, if it suits the story, then that’s where it going to be.

Q: Which holiday celebrations do you like to incorporate into your stories and why?
A: Any and all, but since there are some I might not know enough about, I will spend days researching to make sure I try to get it as accurate as I can.

Q: Generally speaking, is your work based on real life experience? If it's not would you want it to be?
A: Some of my character quirks are based on people I do know, but experiences, sometimes even painful ones have been added into my books. Life isn’t all sunshine.

Q: How long does it take you to create a novel?
A: Depends on the hamster, my first 2 books took me 3 weeks to write, Cupid’s Valentine took 3 days.

Q: Do you like to read the genre that you write?
A: Yes, but when I was a kid and ran out of books to read, I started on the encylopedia’s.

Q: How does the man/woman in your life feel about the genre you write? Has he read any of your work?
A: My hubby hasn’t really read my books, but I have his 1000% support.


Q: What are you working on now? Would you like to share anything about it?
A: I’m actually working on 3 books at the moment, the one really speaking to me started on Stormy Glenn’s Manlove blog.
          This is the one that I didn’t even know that one of the characters is a shifter. Mind you, I like going with the different, so he’s a Fenric Fox shifter.

Q: Do you have a new book coming out soon? Tell us about it.
A: I’m hoping to have the current book out in time for Halloween, my problem, still don’t have a title for it.

Q: How can we find you? Do you have a web page, FaceBook page or any buy links?
A: Blog:


Adam Richards was a normal guy, out with some friends, and in a drunken dare wrote the rules for the Church of the People. After being attacked for being gay, his parents put him into cryogenic sleep until medicine could find a way to help him heal from the damage done to his body and brain.

Enath Rozokad was the commander of the demon warriors sent to protect the pod with the Supreme Leader in it. Unfortunately at the time of the rescue, the kidnappers detonated some explosives, including one on the pod.

When Adam woke up, in an unknown future as the religious leader, looking at all the different species in this Empire he suddenly found himself in, Adam didn’t know if he could live in tomorrow’s today.

Adam couldn’t take his gaze away from Enath. While the man was huge, and very purple, he was beautiful. Somehow Adam didn’t think he would like be told that.

“What happened after they set off the bomb?” Adam looked into the black eyes, so very different from any human’s eyes. There was no white to them, just pure black.

“Thankfully, we had planned anticipated them destroying your pod.” Enath said. “We had some medics with us and something we were able to transfer you into. We also had the medic pod work on you to make sure we could wake you. From what we understand, the church was afraid to wake you because they were concerned for your safety. Once you had been rescued from them, we sought their approval to treat and wake you. We were sure they would have attempted to either kill you or sabotage the pod, so we went in prepared for most any outcome.”

“How long did it take to get to me? Was I okay when you found me?” Adam was holding his breath, wanting to know what happened. Which he found odd, since it was about him.

“Well,” Enath continued, “once we got the debris moved out of the way, the alarms were going off, telling us that the temperature was rising in the pod. We waited until it was safe to open, then transferred you to our medical pod. While it was doing the repairs from the damage your body had from the beating, it was also making sure that you would be able to wake up in a safe manner.”

“How bad was the damage to my body from the beating? I don’t even know what happened to me?” Adam turned to look at Airden, hoping he could tell him what happened.

“Well, I was one of the healers who went on the rescue mission. What I found after we transferred you to the medical pod was that there were quite a few broken bones, as well as some major trauma to your brain. Thankfully, our pods are equipped to help repair the damage using nano robots. Once they are finished their job, they will leave the body.”

“You had robots in my body?” Adam didn’t know if he was happy with that or scared shitless. “Are you sure they are gone?”

“I am positive they are gone. Part of the programming of the pod is to confirm that they have all left the body. They are then purified for the next person who might need the pod. We try not to perform any type of surgery because of the increased risk in accidental damage to the body. Also, the chances of any type of infection are greatly reduced by using the robots and the medical pod. At the same time, the medical pod can stop any type of disease from spreading to a population that might not have a way to combat it. It prevents a civilization from being destroyed.”

“That is so cool!” Adam enthused. “That could have saved so many lives back on Earth.”

“It’s now a technology that we have shared with Earth’s medical personnel. We have also been showing them that using herbs instead of making a chemical medication is so much better for the body.” Airden was getting into lecture mode. “The body isn’t designed for chemicals. So, by using the nano robots and herbs, we can help someone who is hurt or ill much better than trying to poison the body with chemicals.”

“Wow,” Adam looked at Airden in awe. “That is so amazing.”

Adam grinned at the disgruntled sound that he heard from Enath.

“Don’t worry big guy, I think you’re pretty hot. I just find it fascinating that they are able to help people so much better these days.”

Adam was sure he was able to see a blush creeping up Enath’s face, but it was hard to tell.

Looking back at Airden, he quizzed him. “When can I get out of here? Where am I?”

Adam looked around, trying to see if there was a window he could look out of.

“Also, what date is it on Earth?”

Airden looked down at his device, that Adam personally thought looked like a tablet.

“Today is October thirty-first, two thousand, five hundred and ten.”

“Wow today is Halloween on Earth. It’s also my birthday, today I’m five hundred and twelve. Damn, I’ve aged better than some wines.”

He glanced at Enath when he gently squeezed his hand. “Would it bother you to know you are no longer on Earth?”

Adam sat back and thought about it for a moment. He always loved anything science fiction, movies, books, anything. He always wished he could see other planets.

Grinning at the other two men, Adam began to laugh.

“I love it!”

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Wednesday, February 20, 2019

Julia Kent ~ cover reveal ~ Fluffy

Cover Reveal
by Julia Kent

Release date: April 30, 2019
Genre: Romantic Comedy, Contemporary Romance 


An all-new STANDALONE from New York Times bestselling author Julia Kent

It all started with the wrong Help Wanted ad. Of course it did.

I’m a professional fluffer. It’s NOT what you think. I stage homes for a living. Real estate agents love me, and my work stands on its own merits.

Sigh. Get your mind out of the gutter. Go ahead. Laugh. I’ll wait.

See? That’s the problem. My career has used the term “fluffer” for decades. I didn’t even know there was a more… lascivious definition of the term.

Until it was too late.

The ad for a “professional fluffer” on Craigslist seemed like divine intervention. My last unemployment check was in the bank. I was desperate. Rent was due. The ad said cash paid at the end of the day.

The perfect job!

Staging homes means showing your best angle. The same principle applies in making a certain kind of movie. Turns out a “fluffer” doesn’t arrange decorative pillows on a couch.

They arrange other soft, round-ish objects.

The job isn’t hard. Er, I mean, it is — it’s about being hard. Or, well… helping other people to be hard.

Oh, man…

And that’s the other problem. A man. No, not one of the stars on the movie set. Will Lotham – my high school crush. The owner of the house where we’re filming. Illegally. In a vacation rental.

By the time the cops show up, what I thought was just a great house staging gig turned into a nightmare involving pictures of me with an undressed naked star, Will rescuing me from an arrest, and a humiliating lesson in my own naivete.

My job turned out to be so much harder than I expected. But you know what’s easier than I ever imagined?

Having all my dreams come true.

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“It is time to DANCE! Find a partner and hold each other’s hands, facing one another.”

Five women start walking toward Will.

“Mal?” Shyness infuses his question, sending chills up and down my arms and legs. They settle at the base of my neck, riding shotgun next to the arousal centers of my nervous system. He’s adorable, one hand out to me, eyebrows slightly up, blue-green eyes asking to dance with me but hinting at more.

Or... am I inventing that part?

“Sure,” I say, instantly regretting my answer. Does it sound grudging? He doesn’t seem to think so as I take his hand and stand before him, tall in my high heels but he’s even taller. Looking at him from this height makes him even more human, more masculine, more real.

My heart skips a beat.

But the music sure doesn't.

“Now, the ‘man,’” Philippe starts, using finger quotes because there are several female-only couples in the class, “puts one hand on the woman’s waist. The right hand.”

Will complies.

It’s like sticking my finger in a light socket and orgasming at the same time.

His left hand takes my right hand and he holds it, strong and firm, smiling at me with a boyish grin that makes me feel instant remorse for hurting him today.

“I’m sorry I bashed your head in,” I whisper, moving near his ear, our mouths inches apart.

There is a gap between us. My lungs live there, in that space. They breathe. I don’t make a move. My autonomic nervous system works without intention. If it didn’t, I’d die.

Because I would hold my breath forever in Will’s arms.

Philippe is moving from couple to couple, adjusting positions, commenting and correcting.

“Closer,” Philippe says right behind me, the press of his firm palm against my lower back a shock as he pushes me into Will, closing that gap.

My autonomic nervous system gives up entirely.

“Look into each other’s eyes,” Philippe commands, his accent making this even sexier. “When you dance, you show your love with your hips, your eyes, your languid grace. You are making love in public with your bodies, fully clothed.”

Is Will holding his breath, too?

“Your hand goes here, Mallory,” the teacher says, taking my left hand and putting it on Will’s shoulder. My breasts brush against his chest, our breathing ragged. I try to look away, but we’re too close. All I can do is look at his eyes or his mouth, and right now, both are so, so dangerous.

No one else in the room exists. The light that bounces off the polished floors is ours. The murmurs and giggles in the background are ours. The way he breathes my air and I inhale him is ours, too. We’re touching, my thigh against his, and every warm part of Will Lotham’s front half that is decent to display in public is rubbing against me.

Except his lips.

“Now, take one step forward,” Philippe says. “Together.”

Will steps on my foot. Hard.

I make a very unfeminine sound and start to pitch backwards. Tightening his grip on my waist, his hand sliding, open and splayed, across the small of my back, he saves me from a complete wipeout.

But that save has its costs.

In an instant, all traces of that teenage girl in me are gone, disintegrating, turned to stardust that sweeps off me like a fine spring breeze. I am all woman now, mature and wanting.

All I want is this. Now. The man before me, his arms warm and assured, grasp confident and bold.

And very much wanting me back.

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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a men's room toilet (and he isn't a billionaire). She lives in New England with her husband and three sons in a household where the toilet seat is never, ever, down

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Tuesday, February 19, 2019

Crimson Syn ~ presents ~ Devious Heart

Title: Devious Heart
Author: Crimson Syn
Genre: Dark Romance

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One Night.
That’s all it took for Lilith’s world to be destroyed.
Ever since, living life has become a soulless, mind-numbing task.
That is until she meets a dark, handsome, mysterious stranger.
Adrien’s the only man she’s spoken to, much less connected to, in months.
The only one who seems to care enough to notice her through the walls she’s built.
But learning how to trust again, especially with a man she’s barely spoken to, is a battle.
Falling in love with him, a war.
Because Adrien also holds a dark, terrible secret--one that could destroy every hard-fought step Lilith has taken since that night.
And though kindred spirits may drift towards one another, there’s no telling how explosive this truth may be.
With a secret that could shatter them both, it might take more than love to set them free.
Then again.
Some secrets are best kept hidden.
This book contains certain themes and situations which may be severely triggering to some readers. Proceed with caution.

About Crimson
Author Crimson Syn was born and raised in New York City to two wonderfully witty and loving Colombian parents who have only shown their support for her throughout the years.

She started writing at the age of sixteen as an outlet for being bullied in high school. It's probably the best thing she’s ever done in my life.

The first romance she ever read was Stephanie Laurens’ Devil’s Bride and since then she has been influenced by dozens of flourishing romance authors and even more dashing and daring rogues. Authors like Mary Balogh, Elizabeth Hoyt, Lisa Kleypas, Bertrice Small or A.N. Roquelaure’s Sleeping Beauty trilogy were her sweet introductions to erotic romance and have inspired her to this day.

So here she is, after reading so many wonderful stories and living out so many fantasies, she now has too many sinful tales of her own not to share. Her alphas are rough and possessive, and her wicked pen delves into any little niche of kinkiness that will fulfil your reading pleasure. Her heroines are independent, bright women with lots of sexy curves who know how to handle these naughty boys.

She had delightfully wicked teachers growing up, their books took her to new worlds and brought her new loves. So, she wants to do the same for you. She wants to indulge her readers in those steamy reads that will send you into the arms of dangerous alphas and deliciously sexy rogues without leaving the confines of your nice warm beds. If she is able to entice your inner goddesses, then she has done her job and she is satisfied.

Her Hellbound Lovers series is one of the proudest moments in her life. Wolf was her first published work and she has to say he's opened so many amazing doors for her, and publishing him has taught her that if you set your mind to something you can accomplish anything.

She writes her characters and stories for you, her lovely readers, and she hopes she can take you away to those page turning, lip biting, bookmarking passionate tales.

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