About S.J. Maylee

S.J. Maylee fell in love with storytelling at a young age and with it came a deep-seated desire for everyone to find their happily ever after. She’s finding the happy endings for her characters one steamy story at a time. When she’s not reading or writing, you can find her caring for her garden, laughing with her two young sons, or dancing to her husband’s music. She’s a PMP (Project Management Professional), Nia instructor, and coffee addict. As a writer she has a tendency to break hearts, but she always glues them back together

Cover Reveal! Unexpected Destiny, Assassins and Sweethearts Series 3 by S.J. Maylee #RomanticSuspense

Posted on August 20, 2016 by S.J. Maylee

I have exciting news to share. Not only do I have a cover to share today, but I can tell you its release date. It’s August 25th! 😀 Also, Tuesday is my 3rd Authorversary. ❤

That’s right. It was three years ago when the first Love Projects Series story released. Taking Chances will always have a special place in my heart. Jake and Lydia took incredible chances and I keep doing the same thing with each story I write.

Unexpected Destiny continues that same journey. Elizabeth and Aidan are stronger and more fearless than they know. Writing their story empowered me. I got swept away by their love and hope you will too. This is my best AND longest story to date. I’m super proud of it and extremely thankful for everyone who helped me get it ready for release.

Without further ado, here’s the cover for the next book in my

Assassins and Sweethearts Series.

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Book Description:

Elizabeth Martin thought she had her happily ever after, until her husband mysteriously disappeared. Aidan Clery is a skilled assassin for hire who wants nothing more than to find the love of his life. Fate throws Liz in his path and everything is perfect, except Aidan just won the contract on her life.

The truth surrounding Liz’s estranged husband takes the pair on a dangerous journey. Nothing in their lives will ever be the same. Destiny may be unexpected but it will be up to Aidan and Liz to discover the truth and claim their real happily ever after.

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Mid Week Tease! Unexpected Destiny, Assassins and Sweethearts Series #RomanticSuspense

Posted on August 17, 2016 by S.J. Maylee

Happy Hump Day!

Big THANK YOU to Angelica Dawson for keeping us going each week.

❤

My next release will be here soon. In fact, I saw the mock up of my cover yesterday. So pretty. 😀

This will be the third book in my Assassins and Sweethearts Series and it tells Aidan’s story.

❤

I’ve backed up a bit in the story. Liz has run from Aidan. She might have had a good reason, but she has no idea about the evil chasing her.

Aidan has just discovered Liz’s whereabouts and is off to find her. Let’s hope he gets there in time.

Enjoy!

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It took longer than it should have to get down the few floors to his bike. It roared to life on his first try and off he flew. He weaved in and around traffic, wasting too much time keeping everyone else on the road safe. Liz’s life could be in jeopardy. Every minute it took him to get there was too many.

He pulled to the rear entrance to her building and got off his bike. Security measures appeared to be completely missing in the back which pissed him off and pleased him at the same time that there were no hindrances to keep him from her. Just inside the back door was the elevator.

On the ride up, he received a text from Sam. Two men, one with a rather long list of breaking and entering convictions, had entered her building. Aidan guessed at least one of them had torn through Liz’s place last night. So much for the good security she thought her building had. He shifted his weight back and forth and rolled his shoulders.

The second the elevator doors opened, he shot through them. He didn’t stop moving until he got to her front door. With eyes closed, he listened for movement inside. Nothing seemed to be coming from the front room. He’d only gotten a glimpse of it last night but he remembered seeing a piece of a mirror still hanging on the wall that reflected the next room.

He turned the still unlocked handle and pushed into the room. The broken mirror piece hung on the wall where he remembered and showed a dark figure moving about the kitchen.

Maneuvering across the room, into the kitchen, he grabbed a hanging pot on his way, and clocked the intruder across the head. The man fell hard, shaking the whole room. Shuffling from the bedroom had him turning around and blocking a blow from a second man. He took a ruthless jab to the ribs but returned with a shattering upper cut to the man’s jaw. When the man fell, a knife flew from his hand and skidded across the floor.

Aidan blew out a shaky breath. Knifes were often the great equalizer in fights. He had firsthand experience with the damage they could do. He swiped both men with the gel Sam had given him and prayed they woke and led them to some answers. Of course, if either of them had laid a hand on Liz, he’d end their ability to breathe.

Picking up the knife, he set out to find Liz. Each step added a brick to his already heavy chest.

He closed his eyes for a second and returned his thoughts to the mission. A clear head would get her out of this. The apartment needed to be analyzed. It held endless clues about what was really going on here but now was not the time to collect them. Enough was enough. Liz was leaving with him and staying by his side until this mess was over. He’d keep her safe whether she wanted his help or not. No more defense. He wanted back on offense.

Once inside her bedroom, he spotted a bag by her purse on her bed. She was getting ready to run from the evil chasing her. Pride lifted his spirits. He may not like her decision but it was smart.

“Elizabeth.” Be alive. My God, please, Liz. Be alive.

Book Description:

Elizabeth Martin thought she already had her happily ever after, that is until her husband mysteriously disappeared. Aidan Clery is a skilled assassin for hire who wants nothing more than to find the love of his life. Fate throws Liz in his path and everything is perfect, except Aidan just won the contract on her life.

Be Warned: light BDSM, bondage, anal play

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New Release! Dance with Me by Hazel Hughes

Posted on August 16, 2016 by S.J. Maylee

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Product Description:

Reporter Sherry Wilson-Wong knows she’s crossed the line. But playing Alexi Davydenko’s drinking game—a shot and a kiss for every answer—is the only way to loosen the bad boy’s lips. She gets her story, he gets his fun. But his answers only lead to more questions. And Alexi wants more than fun.

Digging into the ballet company’s shadowy secrets, Sherry learns that the beauty on stage masks some ugly dealings. The more truths she exposes, the more lies she’s forced to tell herself—investigating a company with ties to the Russian mob isn’t dangerous, and licking every inch of Alexi’s naked body while hunting down evidence of his guilt isn’t a conflict of interest. With each touch and each kiss, she’s falling deeper in love with the very man who could destroy her.

Excerpt:

Alexi put his mug down and stood in front of her, tilting her face up with one hand. “Yes, I must rehearse, and yes, you must write. But there is no need to run away like a scared little girl from the wolf.” He bent over to kiss her.
Sherry wanted that kiss more than she wanted her venti skim latte, and with her throbbing head, that was a lot. But she put her hand on his bare chest, stopping him.
He looked at her, confusion dawning in his eyes, followed quickly by hurt. He stepped back. “Oh. I see. You have your story now.” His voice was cold.
“It’s not like that,” she said. Was this just a case of bruised ego, or was he genuinely hurt? She flashed back to what the bartender said about the type of girls Alexi normally brought to the bar. Party girls, he said.
“So what is it like?” He turned away from her, looking out the window.
She reached out a hand to put it on his shoulder, the one with the tattoo of Tolstoy’s face on it, but thought better of it. “Look, Alexi. I’ve already crossed more ethical boundaries than I’m comfortable with.”
“To get your story.” His voice was flat, his arms crossed over his chest.
“Hey, it’s my job to get the story. I came ready to interview you like I interview all my subjects. The vodka, the kisses, that was your game.”
He turned suddenly, his green gaze pinning her. She couldn’t look away. “You didn’t want to play?”
“No. I mean, yes. I did…” she started.
He moved closer to her, his hand cupping her jaw. “I know you did. I think you still want to,” he whispered, his breath warm on her cheek. His lips touched hers, softly at first, questioning. When she parted her lips in response, he opened them wider, reaching for her tongue with his. Liquid. Melting. From her mouth all the way down to her softest, most private parts.
He pulled back slightly. “Do you want to play, Sherry?”
She was having a hard time regulating her breath. He was so close. She put her hands on his chest, but not to hold him back. She ran her hands over his chest, nipples hard under her palm, then down over the ridges of his abs. She hooked her fingers into his waistband, pulling him toward her in response to his question. She wanted to play any game he had in mind as long as it involved what was under his pants, ethics be damned.
“Yes,” she said.

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New Release! Cowboy Dreamin’, Thunder Creek Ranch Series by Lorraine Nelson #western

Posted on August 15, 2016 by S.J. Maylee

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Blurb:

Jack Grayson finished university and was ready to go home and take over the family spread.

Allison Wakefield is the new vet in town.

When they first meet, sparks fly and tempers soar.

Then Jack enters her life again at a vulnerable moment and their attraction blooms.

Jack and Allison are both plagued with vandalism, which accelerates to attempted murder.

Somebody doesn’t want them together. Can they figure out who has it in for them before someone gets killed?

BUY LINKS:

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Excerpt:

“Jack, what are you doing here? I thought you had work to do.”

“I do, but I also need to eat and, knowing the current state of your larder, I decided to buy for two. What took you so long?”

“I fell asleep in the tub. What a lovely way to relax. Those jets gave me a great massage.”

“I give a good massage,” Jack suggested with a lascivious grin, envisioning her in the tub with his hands molding her body.

Allison giggled. “I just bet you do. Come on in. Is that chicken I smell?”

“Yep.”

“Take it to the table. I’ll get dressed and be out in a second.”

“Hmmm, I kind of like the way you wear that towel.”

She smiled and headed for her bedroom, firmly closing the door behind her.

Jack shrugged, set the food on the table, and waited. It wasn’t long until her door opened and he watched as she made her way to the table. She walked with such grace and economy of movement that she seemed to glide across the room. The pink shorts she wore were barely there and the matching tank top easily told him that she’d forgone a bra. His throat closed off, and he wanted to take her right there and then. To hell with the food.

“Thanks for bringing dinner. I’m starving,” she said.

He swallowed hard and pulled out a chair for her when what he wanted to do was carry her right back into her bedroom and make love to her. He eyed the table. It was a heavy, sturdy piece of walnut furniture. Maybe …

Nope. She was already digging into her dinner. His lust would have to wait while they ate. He took a seat and dug into his chicken dinner. He really hadn’t known how hungry he was until he’d started eating. All he’d had today was coffee for breakfast and the pizza at lunch. Still, every time he glanced over at Allison, he wanted her more.

Like now. She was licking the grease off her fingers … Such a sensual act, and so distracting, he almost choked on a fry. But he shouldn’t be surprised. She’d kept him in a permanent state of arousal all week as he worked in the clinic. If it hadn’t been for her home visits in the evenings, they probably would’ve indulged themselves by now. Instead, he’d gone home every day to a cold shower.

“Do I have ketchup on my nose or something?” she asked.

Her jerked back to reality and realized he’d been staring. “Not on your nose, but…” He reached across the table and rubbed his thumb slowly beneath her bottom lip. “There. Got it.”

Before he could pull his hand back, she put her lips over his thumb and sucked off the imaginary ketchup.

“Funny, but I can’t taste any,” she said, a teasing glint in her eyes.

“You caught me.” He grinned at her. “I needed to touch you. Is that so bad?”

“No, not bad. I’ve finished eating. Have you?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He pushed his unfinished meal away and rose to walk around the table to where she now stood. Their gazes locked as they stood facing each other, not touching. “That sounded like an invitation. Are you sure this is what you want?”

“I’m sure. Shall we adjourn to the bedroom?” she asked as she took hold of his hand.

“With pleasure.” He allowed her to lead the way. If she slowed, hesitated the slightest bit, he’d be one sorry excuse for a man. But this had to be a mutual coupling. He wouldn’t settle for anything less.

Only she didn’t hesitate. She walked straight to the bed, stopping only long enough to drop her shorts and pull her tank top over her head.

He couldn’t move. All he could do was stare at those perfect rosy tips until his mouth watered. Then his eager gaze took in the rest of her. All she wore was a pretty pink thong. “Lady, you’re going to kill me,” he said as he moved closer, feeling the weight of her breasts as he cupped them in his hands. “You are so beautiful.”

“And you have too many clothes on.” She turned and flipped back the covers on the bed and then slipped beneath the sheets.

Jack didn’t waste any time. He stripped in a nanosecond, his erection springing up as his boxers went down, and he joined her, hugging her close and enjoying their nakedness, skin to skin, except for her thong. “Oh, my. What have we here?” she asked as she took him in hand, her thumb caressing the tip.

He sucked in a ragged breath as she began to stroke up and down his shaft. Two could play that game. He ruthlessly ripped the thong from her body, and his hand rubbed her mound of curls until she writhed beneath him. But he wanted more of her breasts first.

His hands cupped them again, bringing first one and then the other to his mouth. He laved and suckled and nipped at her turgid nipples. She tasted delicious, and he feasted until she pulled him up and away, securing his mouth to hers in a kiss filled with rapture.

“Make love with me, Jack.”

“Oh, yeah,” he managed to say. Then he remembered protection. “Just give me a sec.” He reached over the side of the bed and grabbed his jeans off the floor, extracting his wallet from which he removed a small foil packet. He tore it open, and she reached for it.

“Let me.”

Oh boy. He should have said no. Her gentle hands made long, slow smoothing motions as she worked the condom over the swollen tip and down his hardened length. He wanted to lie back and enjoy the sensation. He wanted to tell her to hurry. But most of all, he wanted to be inside her.

Jack got his wish, only not in the way he’d thought. She straddled him and impaled herself in one fell swoop. He gasped in pleasure.

“I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” she asked.

“Allison, the only way you could hurt me right now is to stop. Now move.” He thrust upward and she moved with him, riding him, thrust for thrust, and taking him to the limit much too fast. “Whoa, girl, slow down or this’ll be over before we’ve properly begun.”

“No worries. We have all night.”

He groaned as she rotated her hips and pressed down on him. Surely, he couldn’t get in any deeper, but he did. Her inner core was like a warm velvet glove, silky soft and tight as she encased him. He was on fire. On fire for Allison.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Lorraine Nelson is a multi-published, award-winning, bestselling author who lives in rural New Brunswick, on the east coast of Canada. Always a bookworm, she’s read many novels of romance and mystery over the years, finally deciding to put her pen to work at writing one. At time of publication, Lorraine has 33 titles available.

“To write romance and romantic suspense is my dream come true, although my mom says I was born with an avid imagination and pencil in hand, crafting stories from an early age. Now my children have grown and have lives of their own, I have time to indulge my passion for writing.”

Lorraine enjoys spending time with her three sons and six grandchildren. When not at the computer, you can find her spending time with family, gardening, baking and, of course, reading.

Lorraine’s books are listed on her website where you’ll find blurbs, excerpts, reviews, and more. http://lorrainenelson.weebly.com

She loves to hear from readers. You can email your comments to: lorrainenelson_author@hotmail.com or use the contact form on her website.

Mid Week Tease! “I’m sorry I ran.” Assassins and Sweethearts Series #ComingSoon

Posted on August 10, 2016 by S.J. Maylee

Happy Hump Day!

Big THANK YOU to Angelica Dawson for keeping us going each week.

❤

My next release is coming soon. Edits landed in my inbox last week. Reading this MS with fresh eyes was pure joy. I LOVE this story.

This will be the third book in my Assassins and Sweethearts Series and it tells Aidan’s story.

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I’ve jumped ahead a bit again. This part takes place in the middle of the story. Liz is recovering in Aidan’s bathtub after a rather scary moment. Hope you enjoy!

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Her breathing picked up and she rubbed her chest. She’d had it all wrong. It was Aidan who had saved her not only last night, but today too. Her body lit up with the idea of trusting him completely. He was the one who’d gotten her to forget all her troubles last night. He was the one who’d saved her today. Maybe he really was her hero. Her body lit on fire.

But she’d yelled at him and accused him of all kinds of terrible things. Was he even still here? In an effort to save her life, had she ruined something real? She leaned forward over her knees. The bathwater had turned cold and she knew only one thing could warm her now.

She climbed out of the tub. “Aidan,” she called. Her voice came out brittle. Chilly air floated over her rapidly cooling skin. She grabbed the towel he’d set on the chair for her. Its fluffy warmth doing little to prepare her for what she was about to ask.

The door opened and he appeared. The same deliciously handsome man she’d been with for an entire evening. Damn, she wanted to sink back into that moment, a perfect moment of luscious luxury. She took a step forward and stumbled. In two large steps he was in front of her and he clasped her waist. The heat took her by surprise.

Once her feet were stable, she said, “I’m sorry I ran.” She clutched his shirt and focused on his mouth.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the truth earlier.” He brushed her dripping hair from her face.

“Oh, Aidan.” She gazed up into his blue eyes and saw everything she’d dreamed of. His strength, worry, and passion swirled together giving her something to cling to.

Book Description:

Be Warned: light BDSM, bondage, anal play

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New Release! R.I.L.Y. Forever by Norah Bennett @TheRealNorahB

Posted on August 9, 2016 by S.J. Maylee

Julia and Ethan meet at the age of sixteen and are drawn to one another, first as friends then as lovers. When everything and everyone Julia holds dear is threatened, Julia is forced to do the unimaginable. Under a veil of secrets and lies, the young lovers are violently separated. The last time Julia sees Ethan, he gives her a heart-shaped silver locket with the inscription, R.I.L.Y. Forever.

Twenty-two years pass before Ethan and Julia’s lives intersect again in a small town in Northwest Jersey. Their reunion is unexpected and emotional. Their passion reignites and their relationship flourishes despite Julia’s abusive ex-husband and Ethan’s possessive ex-wife. But the past rears its ugly head and the lovers soon discover that a foundation built on secrets will always crumble. Can Ethan and Julia overcome their painful past and learn the lessons of honesty, trust, and forgiveness in time to save their love?

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Excerpt

Julia stopped walking, thinking, breathing! Her world narrowed to him—his tousled, thick, brown hair, his mesmerizing gray-blue eyes that changed with his every mood, and his long, thick lashes that were the envy of every girl in high school. Julia devoured Ethan with her eyes. She couldn’t help herself. She was starved. He was taller and more built than she recalled, but his handsome face with its square chin, slightly crooked nose from years of playing football, and full, sensuous lips, was the same image that visited her dreams nightly.

Julia knew the instant he became aware of her. He stopped answering Aimee as his gaze shifted and centered on her. His pupils widened and his eyes darkened to a smoky gray. Aimee followed his gaze. Her brows furrowed and she took a step toward Julia. But Ethan grasped her elbow and shook his head.

Julia’s eyes never left Ethan’s tall, muscular frame as he walked toward her. The room and all its inhabitants fell away until there was only him. The soft caress of his eyes touched every inch of her. She studied his face, but his expression was neutral. He stood silently examining her and it was left to Julia to break the silence. The problem was she had no idea what to say. No words were adequate to express how she felt. But as her eyes locked with his, she hoped they voiced what her lips couldn’t. She missed him. Missed him every second, minute, and hour they were apart. When he was hers, he was her best friend, her lover, her confidant. He was her everything. When she lost him, the ground beneath her feet shook so violently, it brought her to her knees and it took years to learn how to stand on her own, without him.

Tears pooled in Julia’s eyes and spilled down her cheeks. She wrapped her arms around herself. Ethan’s assessing gaze tracked her every movement and then his eyes, followed by his mouth, softened.

He remembered.

About the Author

Norah is a contemporary romance writer living deep in the woods on a lake in NW Jersey. She has been married for thirty years to the love of her life. She has two adult children, a Great Dane, a Maltipoo, and a Cockatoo. There is never any peace in her house and she likes it that way.

By day she is a serious professor and administrator at a university in the Northeast. By night she lets her imagination flow as a romance writer. Although it is incredibly hard to balance both worlds, it’s a hell of a lot of fun walking around having this delicious secret, this alternate life that few people know about. Welcome to the world of Norah Bennett.

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New Release! Shifter Trials by Shari Elder @ShariElderBooks

Posted on August 2, 2016 by S.J. Maylee

Please help me welcome my new Evernight sister, Shari Elder! ❤

Thank you so much for hosting me. I’m thrilled to be here and have the chance to share my story. Shifter Trials is a modern day rewrite of the Atalanta myth, the strong Greek woman who would only marry the man who beat her in a foot race. In this case, Talia is an alpha shifter, and Hayden is her vampire trainer. Put them together, turn up the heat and watch what happens.

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Title of book: Shifter Trials

Author: Shari Elder

Genre: Paranormal (Shifters/Vampires)

Type of story: Novella

Sexual orientation: M/F

What’s hot: Seriously buff vampire with a secret, oozing enough dominance to win a female alpha.

Shifter Trials Blurb

On the night of the full moon, any male shifter can call the Trials to race against Talia Orion, alpha of the united wolf-eagle clans. Clan law requires Talia to marry the winner of the Trials, a grueling twenty-mile marathon through dangerous, rugged terrain. The product of an unhappy, political alliance masquerading as a marriage, Talia trains obsessively to ensure she avoids her parents’ fate. Her newest vampire trainer, Hayden Mitchell, makes her powerful even as he knocks down her defenses, and finds his way, first, into her bed then into her heart.

Hayden has loved Talia since the first moment he saw her. As the destined ruler of the vampire clan, he has another agenda – to politically unite Talia’s clans with his own—what Talia fears most, and will never forgive him for.

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Excerpt:

“I hate swimming.” Talia plopped on her back on the hard, packed dirt at the lake’s edge. Droplets of water glistened on still sun-bronzed skin, even as the world inched toward winter.

“I know how you feel,” Hayden said as he lay on his side next to her, his head held up by a bent arm. With his free hand, he pushed her wet locks behind her ear, letting his fingers glide along the soft silk of her cheek. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered, his gaze holding on to those mesmerizing eyes he could not get enough of.

“You don’t shrink from my eyes, my dominance.” She arched up, as if offering her firm, cream-puff breasts to him to worship. He bit his cheek to stop from leaning over and taking the gift he wanted with every fiber of his being.

“Why?” she continued.

He wanted to tell her the truth, to show her who he was and how good they could be together. But too much was riding on the plan. “I respect strength in any form.”

Her voice lowered, husky, seductive but also a little sad. “I like it. It makes me want things I thought I could do without.” She pushed the strap off her left shoulder exposing one creamy breast, the rose pink nipple bullet hard. “I can’t anymore.” She snaked one hand through his hair and led his mouth to her exposed peak. “I know you want this.”

The spicy scent of her arousal was an aphrodisiac, weaving through his senses, tensing his body until he thought he’d snap if he didn’t take her. Weakened by desire, he didn’t resist the treat teasing his lips. He lapped the peak with his tongue, then lashed and suckled it harder or softer, in response to Talia’s throaty moans. The salty sweet taste of her skin was a delicacy he’d been dreaming about sampling for so long.

Her hand stroked the skin on his back. Her thigh rubbed against his thickening erection, until he howled. “Pleasure me.” It was an order.

The authority in her voice hit him like a bucket of ice water. “Not now, not like this.” He moved away, and pulled the strap back up her arm. She was so surprised she let him.

“You’re turning me down?” Anger punctuated her words, but the longing in her eyes told another story. “It’s been so long since someone touched me,” she murmured, as if she forgot his hearing picked up every whisper, exposing her vulnerability to him, a gift he would treasure and protect.

“No, not at all.” He gripped her chin in his hands. “I intend to make love to you. Hard and fast. Slow and easy. Over and over again.”

Her eyes widened, and she swallowed hard. “Why not now?”

The yearning in her voice almost broke him. Her longing for touch washed over him, called to him, but he wouldn’t settle for just a physical coupling. Her beasts would never accept a non-dominant mate.

“I say when,” he said fiercely against her throat before licking gently at the pulse throbbing in the carotid artery. “I say how, and for how long.”

His hands stroked gently down her arms, calming her anger, as he flamed his own passion. Reaching to the steel-hard discipline that allowed him to survive, he nipped her neck and pulled away.

“Still no kiss?” Talia arched up again, her face flushed with hunger.

He shook his head, stood up and pulled her up with him. “We head back.” He was playing a dangerous game. If he could not win her love by the next full moon, he’d earn her hatred forever.

About Shari Elder

By day, Shari Elder saves cities. By night, she builds them—on Saturn’s rings, under a lilac bush, in a coral reef – then packs them full of shifters, vampires, Olympian gods, extra-terrestrials or whatever else comes into her head. In all these wondrous worlds, romance and passion blossom, since she cannot resist writing a happy ending, especially for those who have given up on ever getting one. Now that’s satisfaction.

Raised on science fiction and fantasy, fueled by coffee and red wine, Shari writes early in the morning, late at night, and in between crises at home. She lives, contentedly albeit crazily, with her teen-age daughter, teen-age dog, and the elderly cat who rules the roost.

Shari loves co-creating stories and ideas, so the blog comment section is always open.

Find Shari

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Shari-Elder-Stories-541817856021514/

Twitter: @ShariElderBooks

Blog: www.theothershari.wordpress.com

New Release! His to Punish, The Cleaners by Doris O’Connor @mamaD8

Posted on August 1, 2016 by S.J. Maylee

Thanks so much for having me on your blog today with my new release His to Punish, book two of my dark romance series The Cleaners. This is the story of Ren’s second in command Ty Mason. Ever since I wrote Book one in the series, His Prize, I’ve been itching to tell Ty’s story.

Ty seemed much softer than Ren, when we first get to know him, and to an extent that is certainly true. Ty though, like all of the cleaners to be fair, has many layers. He’s just as deadly as Ren; ruthlessly protective of those he cares about and deeply loyal.

I had great fun unravelling the truth behind who is Ty Mason, and there were a few surprises in store, I tell you. Subsequently this story is much longer than the first book in this series. It has many twists and turns as my too-feisty-for-her-own-good heroine goes looking for revenge… Which places Ty in somewhat of a dilemma.

Ren is like a brother to him, and he will do anything to protect his family, but what is he to do when the one woman who gets under his skin seems determined to threaten that family.

Well, you’ll have to read the book to find out what happens, I’m afraid. 🙂

Blurb:

Revenge or love…either choice will sacrifice her freedom.

Dance teacher Jeanette MacArthur has one thing on her mind when she auditions for a job at La Masquerade—revenge. She couldn’t protect her sister from the criminals she now seeks employment with, but she can ensure that justice prevails.

If only her body wouldn’t melt at the touch of one of them. Ty Mason, second-hand man of the Cleaners, oozes dominance, aggression, and danger. He stands for everything she ought to despise, yet this unwanted attraction threatens to ruin her.

Ty can’t take his eyes off the new dancer, not least because he senses the threat she represents. Only one thing for it—claim her for his own, and torture the secrets out of her—if need be.

Her unwilling submission, however, means he discovers more than her secrets. His heart and their future are on the line.

Be Warned: BDSM, forced seduction, rimming, spanking, sex toys

18 + Excerpt:

Ty’s hands went to his belt, and she jumped when he spoke again.

“I said strip, girl, now.”

Jeanette complied with shaking hands, and another one of these deep, dark growls rumbled from Ty’s chest, when she stood before him naked. Try as she might she couldn’t bring herself to look at him, had to fight the insane urge to sink to her knees, in fact. Lord only knew what was happening to her. She was losing the plot, because she could swear she could feel Ty’s intense gaze like a physical touch, as he ran it over her naked body.

She jumped again when he cracked the belt through the air like a whip, the resulting snap far too loud in the quiet room. He stepped around her, running one finger along her skin. From the tip of her nose, around her mouth, down her neck, and along her collarbone into the valley between her breasts, he continued the silent exploration, the contrast of his much paler flesh next to hers a heady aphrodisiac indeed. When he cupped one of her breasts in his hand and lifting it, bent his head to suck her hard nipple into his mouth, Jeanette couldn’t stop her whimper of need. Unbidden her hands tangled in his hair, to keep him there, as every hard suck made her pussy quiver in need. She could smell her own arousal in the air, as her juices slowly trickled down the inside of her thighs.

Ty bit down hard on the breast in his mouth, and the sharp pain of his bite made Jeanette cry out. Not in pain exactly, because she was far too turned on and already teetering on the edge of an orgasm.

“Please…”

Ty soothed the leftover ache from his bite by licking it, before he abruptly withdrew.

“I haven’t given you permission to touch me, girl.” He reached up to grasp her wrist, and Jeanette immediately let go of his hair. She caught a glimpse of his stern expression before he swung her around.

“Face the wall, and spread your legs, girl.”

It didn’t even occur to her to disobey, and when he joined her moments later his clean male musk enveloped her. He crowded her against that wall, the coolness of it against her skin a direct contrast against the heated male body pressing against her from behind. The feel of his chest hair against her back made her hyperaware of his harsh breathing. She closed her eyes against her shame, when he reached around and between her legs. There was nowhere to hide now, as confirmed by his next words.

“So fucking wet for me. You’re mine now, girl.”

A bite to her shoulder followed that possessive claim, and Jeanette cried out in surprise when he shoved two fingers into her pussy at the same time. Wet as she was they slid right in, and her internal muscles clamped down on the invaders. Ty thrust those digits in and out of her channel and adding another one, finger-fucked her with merciless precision. His cock was a hard, solid ridge against her hip, and he groaned into her neck again, when she spread her legs wider for him.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, your body knows who you belong to, doesn’t it?”

Jeanette tried to respond, but nothing but a keening sound came out, because Ty curled his fingers to massage her G-spot. Pleasure surged through her hard and fast, and her hips took on a life of their own as she rocked herself against his hand, desperate to gain the friction she needed to her clit to get over.

Before she could get there, however, Ty withdrew his fingers, and slapped her ass hard. Jeanette moaned her denial and shoved her ass back into him in a silent bid for him to continue, but she should have known that was a useless exercise.

“No, your orgasms belong to me now, and you will not come without my permission.

One hand fisted in her hair, he pulled her away from the wall and marched her across to the cross. Jeanette’s heart missed a few beats, and then turned into a jackhammer when she caught side of their reflection in the mirror on the wall.

She looked like she felt, a woman on the edge. Her eyes were too wide, her mouth, still swollen from his earlier kisses slightly open, her breasts swaying from side to side, and shaking with every harsh breath she managed to draw into her lungs, as he half dragged her along. Her skin already showed the marks of his possession, his bite marks clearly visible, and she groaned when his arm came round her waist, and he kicked her legs apart. It meant her swollen most intimate parts were clearly visible. Jeanette ought to be ashamed at how wet she was, at the needy sounds that immediately spilled from her lips, when Ty yanked her head back further, and rubbed his jaw along her neck. His breath singed her skin, and their gazes locked. His dark eyes flashed with dangerous intent, and Jeanette’s internal muscles clenched in response, sending more moisture to her swollen lips. Ty smiled when he noticed, and his voice dropped even further, sending yet more shivers of dread, or was it anticipation, down her spine. Her clit quivered, the usually tiny bud clearly visible at the top of her hood.

“Take a good look, titch. Your body doesn’t lie. You want this, need it, even, and I’m just the man to give you what you need. All you have to do is ask.”

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About Doris:

Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, Time Travel, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.

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New Release! Destiny’s Chance by Cara Bristol #spanking #pnr

Posted on July 28, 2016 by S.J. Maylee

You’re in for a real treat today. Cara Bristol has re-released Destiny’s Chance. This is a fabulous read. ❤ ❤ ❤ You can read my 5-star review here on Goodreads. Cara’s also sharing a bit of her experience with unrequited love and how it has touched the heroine in this fascinating read.

Enjoy!

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A chance for love, but can she accept the kink?

Book: Destiny’s Chance by Cara Bristol

Genre: paranormal spanking romance

Release date: July 25, 2016

Amazon Link: http://hyperurl.co/r7apeo

Guest blog: The heartbreak of unrequited love

By Cara Bristol

Have you ever secretly loved someone, but didn’t dare tell him/her?
During my teenage years, I crushed on a number of guys in secret. In a few cases, the infatuation lasted for a couple of years. In a couple instances, we were “just friends,” but I harbored a secret hope. In other cases, I hardly knew the guy, but admired him from afar.

Once, after college, I did put myself out there and asked a guy I liked to lunch. He said yes – then later had his administrative assistant call and cancel. Ouch.

I’m married now, and thankfully, I don’t have to date anymore. Lol.

The heroine of Destiny’s Chance knows the heartbreak of unrequited love. She has crushed on Chance Everett for as long as she’s known him. She has good reason for not opening up about the way she feels, so she has resigned herself to loving him from afar.

And then a tragic accident brings them together and she has the “chance of the lifetime” to make him hers. But they both harbor secrets that might bring their new relationship to an abrupt end.

Destiny’s Chance Blurb:

Fate gave her a chance for love. Is she brave enough to accept it?

Destiny Grable has loved Chance Everett for as long as she could remember, but he was never interested in her until a tragic act of fate grants her heart’s desire. Now Chance is all hers—body, mind, and soul. But once they’re together, she discovers he has a kinky side she never knew about. Is she ready for it? Can she handle it? And Chance isn’t the only one with a secret. If he discovers what she’s hiding, will he still want her?

Destiny’s Chance was previously published in 2013. This is a re-release.

Destiny spanking graphic

Excerpt:

A silk kimono slithered off a hanger to land on a chest on the floor of the closet. She hung up the robe and eyed the trunk. Made of aged, saddlelike leather, it had thick rawhide handles and brass hardware.

She dropped to her haunches. “Probably locked anyway.”

She pressed the button. The latch popped. She wavered, then surrendered to curiosity and lifted the lid.

“Oh my God!” She clapped a hand over her mouth and fell on her ass. “That’s his kink.” She stared at the treasure trove of spanking implements. Paying attention to how she removed them so she could replace them exactly as she’d found them, she examined the items. Several paddles of different shapes and sizes in both leather and wood. A pom-pom-like flogger with supple soft leather strands and a stiff wooden handle. Some common items: a hairbrush, a wooden spoon, a ruler. And a strop resembling a belt split into two parts. A tawse! She’d heard of them but never had seen one until now.

She smacked her palm with it. Biting. How would it feel against a bare bottom? She pictured herself laid out like an offering over Chance’s lap as he spanked her bottom until it was supersensitive and then stung her cheeks with the tawse.

Her pussy cheered with a twitch.

She fantasized often about being spanked but had no idea if she’d like it if she experienced it. However, she loved leather—appreciated its hard and soft textures, its masculine scent, the snap it made. Such a versatile material. Sensual. Sexy. She stroked the soft strands of the flogger, then whacked her palm with the tawse again.

She sat cross-legged on the floor like a little girl playing with grown-up toys. All she required for some really wicked games was a playmate named Chance.

Author bio

USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol writes contemporary and science fiction romance and has topped the Amazon sales charts in science fiction and fantasy romance and erotica. No matter what the romance subgenre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven, seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.

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Mid Week Tease! “You’ll get to kick ass.” Assassins and Sweethearts Series #ComingSoon

Posted on July 27, 2016 by S.J. Maylee

Happy Hump Day!

Big THANK YOU to Angelica Dawson for keeping us going each week.

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My next release is coming soon. The edits will land in my inbox any day now. This will be the third book in my Assassins and Sweethearts Series and it tells Aidan’s story.

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I’ve jumped ahead a bit. Liz and Aidan are standing outside her apartment. She’s been telling Aidan about her self-defense classes. Enjoy!

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“Keep taking the classes. You’ll get to kick ass.” He rubbed her arms and she wished the chill of terror would leave her alone for good. “It’s important you understand when to let go and the time to fight back. It will save your life.”

“That sounds important. But I’m going to tell my instructor I get to kick ass.” She held up her fists and threw a couple tiny punches.

“You must be his favorite student.”

“You know it.” She giggled. With a shake to her hips, she turned to her door. What she wanted now was simple—a long hot night with an intoxicating stranger. She pushed her key to the lock and the door drifted open. “What the hell.” Her quiet voice shook. “I locked the door when I left.”

He yanked her behind him. Silence filled her ears except for the racing of her heart. Before Aidan pulled her back, she’d caught a glimpse of her apartment. It was a disaster. Someone had been inside her home and torn it to shreds.

She stepped in behind him and pressed her cheek to his back. A crunchy sound broke through the silence as she followed him into her apartment. It was like walking on little pebbles that broke and cracked with each step. She glanced down and saw shattered glass for as far as she could see. All except for the television. It sat eerily undisturbed in the corner.

“Stay back.” His hand came around her.

“What the fuck, Aidan.” Another scan of her apartment and not a single item seemed to be in the same place. The pictures had been torn from the walls. All the furniture ripped to shreds with the stuffing scattered everywhere, feathers and fuzz floated through the air. “They were just here. Weren’t they?” A dark haze drifted over her. “I thought I could at least trust this place to keep me safe.”

Aidan turned and took hold of her hands. “We need to get out of here.”

Book Description:

Be Warned: light BDSM, bondage, anal play

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