New Release! The Billionaire and the Wild Man by Lucy Felthouse and Victoria Blisse (@cw1985 @victoriablisse) #romance #erotica

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Blurb:

Flynn Gifford is enjoying a simple existence in a rural Derbyshire village when Caroline Rogers crashes into his life, barefoot and panicked.

Their lives could hardly be more different—she owns a successful luxury hotel chain, and he’s a penniless nomad who’s off the grid—yet neither can deny the attraction that burns between them. As Caroline reluctantly starts to open up to him, Flynn finds himself divulging some secrets of his own, secrets he thought he’d take to his grave.

But can a billionaire and a wild man ever make a relationship work, or will their secrets keep them apart?

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Excerpt:

I’m busy minding my own business, clearing up litter in a field on the outskirts of Hartington when what can only be described as a crazy woman appears, seemingly from nowhere. She’s all wild-eyed, and her blonde hair looks damp. Her outfit is unremarkable, except for the fact she’s got nothing on her feet. Bright red toenails seem massively out of place in this rural village. She seems out of place. I’m not sure why I think this, but somehow, she just doesn’t appear to belong. So what the hell is she doing here?

Normally, I steer clear of other folk unless it’s absolutely necessary, but this woman looks like she needs help. Serious help. If she’s crossed the road with her feet like that, then they’re going to be scratched to buggery, maybe even cut.

Taking a deep breath, I chuck the empty crisp packet I’ve been holding into my rubbish bag. Then I place it next to the tree I’m standing beside and step out into the woman’s path. I’m used to people not seeing me—or behaving like they haven’t seen me, anyway—so I’m not surprised when she lets out a shriek that could wake the dead and freezes in front of me.

“Hey, hey,” I say gently, holding my hands up placatingly. “It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. I just wanted to come and see if you were all right. I can’t help but notice you’re not wearing any shoes. You’re not hurt, are you?” The concern in my voice confuses me, but then my brain catches up. If this chick is so desperate to get away that she’s gone without shoes, then something’s wrong. Seriously wrong.

I look around, half-expecting to see an angry husband chasing after her, or maybe even a shopkeeper. She could be a thief. Glancing at her again, I realize that can’t possibly be the case, unless she’s stolen something invisible. All she has are the clothes on her back.

She still hasn’t spoken, so I try again, attempting to make myself appear friendly, welcoming. Not an easy thing when you’re over six feet tall and pretty wide, too. Also, the fact I haven’t had a change of clothes, shave, or a haircut for a while won’t help. I wouldn’t blame her if she ran away, to be honest. I must look a fright, but I haven’t peered into a mirror—or even a window—for a good few days, so I can’t be sure.

“Sweetheart, please answer me. Are you hurt? Is there someone after you?”

She looks around, then back at me. Shakes her head. I’m confused—if there’s no one after her, why did she look behind her?

I crouch down. “Are your feet okay? Cut?”

Finally, I get a verbal reply. “N-no. I mean, yes. They’re okay. Not cut. At least … I don’t think so.”

She lifts each foot in turn, checking the soles. They’re fine. Now she’s answered another of my questions, too. Her accent doesn’t sound local. More like southern England. London, perhaps.

I suppress an involuntary shudder. The thought of London, the big, dirty, smoky city, does not impress me. Horrible bloody place. But at least it explains why the blonde doesn’t appear to fit in. She’s not from around here.

*****

Author Bios:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller) and The Persecution of the Wolves. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 150 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

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Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Author and all round Cheeky Wench. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut AlfrescoSmut by the Sea (Vol.1)Smut by the Sea (Vol.2)Smut by the Sea (Vol.3), and Smut in the City Anthologies.

She is the mistress of Smut UK putting on Smut Events, Days & Evenings dedicated to erotica, socializing, fun and prizes. Check out Smut NightsSmut by the Sea: Scarborough, and Smut Manchester for more info.

Born near Manchester, England, her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories along with her own particular brand of humour and romance that bring laughs and warm fuzzies in equal measure.

Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

You can often find Victoria procrastinating on FacebookTwitter and Pinterest.

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New Release! Vampire, Blue Moon House, 6 by Angelica Dawson

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Find out how each of the characters in the original novella, “Blue Moon House,” became a member. Read the trials and tribulations they had to endure, the kinky sexual acts, and wickedly wonderful ways required for entry. Discover what the big secret is all about.
Don’t miss each new book by Angelica Dawson as she takes you back to where it all began…

A vampire on the run, Nicholas has the opportunity to make a home at Blue Moon House if he is able to curb his killing tendency and learn a new way of living.
Is there anything he won’t do to stay? What will he do when he inevitably fails?


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Angelica Dawson, bestselling author of the Blue Moon House series, has been writing for several years and having sex a lot longer than that. Angelica is a wife, mother and environmental consultant. Her love of plants and the outdoors is not diminished by the bloodsucking hoards — mosquitoes and black flies, not vampires. She is active on Twitter (@angelicadawson) and Facebook (facebook.com/authorangelicadawson)

Nick shrugged off his coat and worked open the buttons on Luke’s waistcoat. Neither man gentle, or patient with the other. Luke tore open his coat, the last button flying off.
Nicholas attempted to save his clothes from the same fate by falling to his knees. He freed Luke, stroking him while licking his own lips.
“Do you suck like a girl?” Luke asked, his fingers curling in Nicholas’ blond hair to hold his head steady. Luke rocked his hips, thrusting into Nick’s mouth.
Nick sighed at that first taste; male musk, and something else—something distinctly Luke flooded his taste buds. Tonight, he took his time, sharing the pleasure. It reached a deep, haunting ache inside him. He rolled his tongue over Luke and opened his throat to the other man’s thrusts.
Luke pulled out quickly, stopping his climax. “I want more,” he declared, pulling Nick to his feet. Luke’s fingers fumbled with the remaining buttons of Nick’s fly.
The door opened and both men turned to find the lady of the house, and her maid, standing in the doorway. The lady’s eyes brightened. “Well, it seems we’ve arrived just in time. Undress me, Lilian.” The maid set to work unpinning the woman’s curls and removing her dress.
“Don’t mind Beatrice,” Luke said, releasing Nick’s pants. “She likes to watch.”

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Alpha Shifters After Dark: Werewolf, Werecat, Werebear, Dragon Shifter Paranormal Romance and More! #99cents

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Strangers in the Night (Desert Wolf 2) by Anna Lowe
Nothing has ever scared this big, bad alpha as much as his mate’s pregnancy, especially when their quiet weekend getaway doesn’t go exactly according to plan. A whimsical and sexy tale of hope, fear, and undying love, featuring wolves you’ll love and a whole new shifter species that bursts onto the scene.

 

Carpathian Wolf (Shift Your Fate, Book 0.5) by Cara Wylde
Curvy Becca has a great career but no luck when it comes to men. A trip to Europe throws her in the arms of hot, mysterious Emil Severin. She wants him and he can’t keep his hands off her, but he has a secret that forces him to hold back.

 

Once Bitten Twice Shy by Phoenix Johnson
Can Derek stop his canine self from hurting his ex, returned to claim him back? Who is the mysterious stranger on his way to Derek’s apartment? Will Krissy and Derek ever get to lead a normal life?

 

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Annabella Raven has spent years hating Phoenix Whiteoak and his pack, while he’s spilled blood warring with hers. They’d both do anything to protect and care for their families, even if that means marrying the enemy.

 

Secret Desire by Crystal Dawn (Erotic Fantasies Series Book 2)
Kimmie is twenty-eight, the youngest of the white wolf cousins that agreed to stay away from werewolves. She’s a lighthearted party girl, hiding her sorrow at staying away from Paul just because he’s a wolf. She wonders if it’s worth all her misery to stay human.

 

The Vampire’s Witch (At War in the Willows Book 1) by Kiki Howell
Amberlyn’s vampire brother, Isaac, always one to kick ass first and deal with the consequences later, kidnaps a witch, Winter. He intends to find out what type of retaliation the witch clan is planning against the vampires and werewolves.

 

Matching Dragons by Rachael Slate
Being teamed up with Kadence Thorne brings exiled dragon-shifter Lok dangerously close to exposure. But the treasure inside her is one that he—and every other dragon—will do anything to possess.

 

Rebel Howl by M. Corchis
Rebel Howl rule the record charts and all the benefits that go with being Rock Gods are in endless supply for the five-man band. Booze, sex and women are always ready and available. Lincoln Cruz is the lead singer and Alpha to his small pack. He’s crude, possessive, arrogant, demanding, cocky and sexy as hell—the Ultimate Alpha Male.

 

Woman’s Best Friend by Angelica Dawson
Loren can’t explain what it is about Judy that brings out the animal in him. When that is literal, things are bound to get hairy. Can this mature woman be his Beastmaster?

 

Once Bitten Twice Smitten by Ariana Hawkes
When curvy roller derby chick Aspen Richardson was a kid, two werewolf pups chased her in the forest and one of them marked her. Years later, and on the cusp of her first shift, she’s tracked down by the two alphas, both desperate to claim her as their own.

 

Gabrielle’s Cauldron by Ann Gimpel
With sex as a lure, Gabby is drawn into a deadly game of intrigue that started over a thousand years before. The stakes are high and the timing abysmal, but she falls in love in spite of herself.

 

Shifter Unleashed by Amber Ella Monroe
Brock Justice is a wolf shifter and an outlaw. He and his band of brothers cultivate a plan to raid the governor’s possessions, take anything of value, and leave a ransom note. In a twist of events, Brock ends up kidnapping the governor’s daughter.

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Out Now! Cupid by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985 @evernightpub) #holiday #shifter #pnr

Lucy Felthouse is back in my ehouse with her brand new release! Cupid is from one of my favorite lines at Evernight, Romance on the Go! 😀

Please give her a warm welcome.

Enjoy! ❤


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As a postman by day, and one of Santa’s reindeer on a single very special night, Cassius Cupid eats, sleeps, and breathes deliveries. He doesn’t mind, but sometimes wishes that someone would send him something more exciting than bills and junk mail.

One cold January morning, Cassius gets his wish. A young woman arrives with a parcel. Turns out it’s for his housemate – but Cassius doesn’t care. All he’s interested in is Carina – the beautiful female courier.

Has Cupid finally met his match?

Buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/cupid/

Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27255784-cupid

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Excerpt:

Cassius Cupid woke with a start, and then sat bolt upright in his bed. Shit, I’m going to be late! was his first thought.

Milliseconds later his brain switched on, and he remembered. He was on holiday. Flopping back onto the warm mattress and pillows with a contented sigh, he smiled. No work for fourteen whole days—it was going to be utter bliss. He stretched, relishing the feeling it created in his sleep-softened muscles. Ahhh…this is the life.

He knew he wouldn’t go back to sleep—hell, it was eight o’clock, which was practically the middle of the day for someone in his profession—so Cassius fell to thinking about how he was going to spend his day, not to mention the several others in front of him. God knew he deserved to relax and have some fun. He’d just emerged from the busiest part of his year, and he was more than ready to do some chilling out.

He enjoyed his job as a postman—he really did—but the Christmas period was a total killer. He idly wondered how many cards and presents he’d delivered over the past few weeks. It didn’t bear thinking about. Once you factored in the festive period itself, the weird few days between Christmas and New Year, and then the flurry of mail that got sent when everyone went back to work properly at the beginning of January, he’d racked up some serious deliveries. And that was before you even thought about his other job—which was for just one day a year, but was arguably more important than the other 364 put together.

Cassius—or Cupid, as he was known to his boss and colleagues in his second, but most important job—was not only a regular postman for the Royal Mail, but also a reindeer. For a single day of the year, Cassius had the supernatural power to transform into one of Santa’s faithful steeds and help pull that famous magical sleigh, delivering presents to excited children the world over.

Therefore, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that Cassius really did eat, sleep and breathe deliveries, but not for the next fourteen days. All he planned to do was watch some TV, read some books, maybe go out hiking, meet some friends… basically anything that wasn’t delivering something to someone. Hey, he might even receive something through the post himself—preferably not the usual crap; bills and junk mail. He didn’t hold out much hope.

He lounged in bed for another ten minutes before realising he was lying there just for the sake of it. Being on holiday didn’t have to equal staying in bed all day—and certainly not for someone as active as him. He reached over to his bedside table, grabbed his glasses and put them on. Throwing off his thick duvet, he walked to his bedroom window and peeked out through the curtains, immediately glad of the effective central heating he and his housemate had forked out to have installed the previous year.

The outside world was covered in a thick layer of snow, and Cassius was mightily glad that he wasn’t out delivering letters and parcels. The stuff was treacherous enough without having to carry a heavy bag up and down driveways, paths, and pavements — most of which either hadn’t been cleared, or had been cleared badly, leaving incredibly slippery patches of ground for an unsuspecting postie to come across. God knows he’d gone down enough times, but, much to his relief, nobody had ever seen him do it. He’d always been relatively unharmed—excerpt for his pride, of course—and had been able to scramble back to his feet and carry on.

The eerie silence outside was broken by the rumble of an engine, and Cassius turned his head to look up the street—he lived in a cul-de-sac, so he knew that’s where the vehicle would come from—and watched as a delivery van made its way slowly and carefully down the road. He hoped the driver was sensible enough to try and steer over the thickest parts of the snow—the more people went over and over the same patches, packing it down, the more the road surface resembled an ice rink. And since the cul-de-sac was on a slight hill, it was easy enough to get stuck. He’d seen it so many times—even going outside one time last winter to suggest the driver go down to the bottom of the road, turn around and try reversing up the hill—an almost foolproof plan for vans with rear-wheel drive. He’d gotten a big thumbs-up for that suggestion as the driver finally got to the junction where the road became flat, and went on his merry way.

As the van drew closer to his house, he saw that the driver was a woman. That would explain her cautious driving—he’d never admit it to one of his drinking buddies, but women were far superior when it came to driving in adverse weather conditions. He even thought he’d seen some survey containing statistics that proved it.

*****

Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 140 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

Available Now! Eyes Wide Open by Lucy Felthouse #erotica #romance #bdsm #menage #mmf

I have Lucy Felthouse in the ehouse today! Woot!! 😀

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Blurb:

A standalone novel from the Totally Five Star imprint.

An ordinary girl catapulted into an extraordinary world meets two even more extraordinary men—but what will she do when she discovers their sexy secret?

Fiona Gillespie moved to London shortly after graduating to take advantage of the opportunities the capital could offer. However, months later, she’s still living in a horrid flat and working in a grimy East End pub. The problem is, she doesn’t really know what she wants to do, career-wise. So when she happens upon an advertisement for a job at a plush Mayfair hotel, she jumps at the chance. A great deal of determination and a spot of luck land Fiona her dream role.

But working at the Totally Five Star London is just the beginning. She adores the role and flourishes, impressing her bosses and making her increasingly determined to climb the career ladder.

While her career is flying, though, her love life is non-existent. She hasn’t even thought about men, never mind met or dated one for months, so when she bumps into two gorgeous businessmen in the hotel, she’s surprised to find her head has been well and truly turned. Even more surprisingly, they flirt with her—both of them! She’s drawn to James and Logan, despite feeling that they’re way out of her league.

When a misunderstanding leads Fiona to James and Logan’s sumptuous top-floor suite, she has no idea what she’s about to uncover. Scenes of people-trafficking, drug-pushing and wild sex parties all appear in her active imagination. Yet what she actually sees is something she’d never even considered before, something that piques her interest.

After discovering their sexy secret, what will she do with this new-found knowledge?

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of anal play, spanking, sex toys and bondage.

Buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/eyes-wide-open-totally-five-star-london/

Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26080607-eyes-wide-open

Book trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ld7t_6fL46w

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Excerpt:

Continuing to surreptitiously peer at the men over the rim of her glass, it hit her that this was the first time in months that she’d looked at a man with interest, much less two men—and at the same time! But, ready to snatch her gaze away if one of them happened to glance at her, she realized that it wasn’t surprising that the pair had attracted her attention.

The tailored business suits would draw the eye even on an ugly guy. But on these two, the fine clothing was practically an orgasm for the gaze. They sat opposite each other, and their angle to her meant that she had a view of both their profiles—lucky her.

The one to her right had very dark, almost black hair, with a bit of a curl to it, a long straight nose, a trimmed goatee and, if she wasn’t mistaken, deep blue eyes. It was hard to tell for sure from this distance and perspective.

The one on her left had lighter, shorter hair, stubble that by some magical feat still looked smart, and the most sinful lips she’d ever set eyes on. And speaking of eyes, she thought perhaps his were green. What she wouldn’t give to go and check both of them out close up, preferably naked.

Shocked at her own sudden lustful thoughts, she inhaled more than drank another sip of the juice. Unfortunately, it hit her throat all wrong and she almost slammed the glass down as she started to cough. She tried so hard to suppress the cough, eager not to draw attention to herself, that she made it worse. Snatching up the thick linen serviette from the table, she held it to her mouth as she spluttered in a most embarrassing manner, and tears began to roll down her cheeks. By now, she was sure that the whole damn restaurant was staring at her, and she wished the tablecloths reached the floor, like the ones in the restaurant upstairs, so she could hide under the table until she regained her composure.

Swallowing repeatedly to try to soothe her irritated throat, she gasped as a gentle hand laid on her shoulder, which set her off all over again.

“Oh God,” came a voice. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you jump. I just wanted to make sure you were all right. See if I could help.”

Unable to speak, Fiona waved a hand to try to signal that she’d be okay, but unless the guy was a mind reader, he’d have no luck figuring that out. Blinking through the tears that marred her vision, her urge to hide underneath the table grew stronger. Christ, it was only the hottie with the blue eyes. And, if she wasn’t mistaken, his sexy friend with the green eyes was also hovering close by, concern etched into his handsome features.

Managing to drag in a breath, she huffed out, “Thank you.”

Just then, Jeremy arrived with a carafe of water, complete with ice, and poured her a glassful. “Here you go, Fiona. Drink this. Are you all right? Anything else I can get you?”

 

Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

 

New Release! Native Tongue – M/M Erotic Romance by Lucy Felthouse #erotica #romance #military #interracial

Out Now – Native Tongue – M/M Erotic Romance by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) 

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They may be back on British soil, but the battle isn’t over.

When Captain Hugh Wilkes fell for his Afghan interpreter, Rustam Balkhi, he always knew things would never be easy. After months of complete secrecy, their return to England should have spelt an end to the sneaking around and the insane risks. But it seems there are many obstacles for them to overcome before they can truly be happy together. Can they get past those obstacles, or is this one battle too many for their fledgling relationship?

Author’s note: Although this story does work as a standalone tale, it’s recommended that you read the first instalment of the characters’ journey first—Desert Heat, which is available from all good retailers.

Buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/native-tongue/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25462496-native-tongue

**For those of you that haven’t yet read Desert Heat either, there’s a great value double pack containing both books available exclusively on Amazon (from 14th May), which is available for lending, and for Kindle Unlimited members: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/desert-heat-native-tongue/ **

*****

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Excerpt:

Captain Hugh Wilkes drummed enthusiastically on the steering wheel of his car as he drove it up the M3 towards London. He sung loudly and tunelessly along to the song on the radio, too, but it didn’t matter. No one could hear him.

He’d surprised himself by being so chilled out about the volume of Friday evening traffic. He wasn’t the most patient of people, so the slow progress should probably have been increasing his blood pressure, if not leading to full on road rage. But, although he’d have loved to be actually achieving the speed limit, not bumbling along at a mere fifty miles per hour, Wilkes was just glad the traffic was moving at all. Britain’s roads, the motorways in particular, soon came to a standstill if there was so much as a tiny bump between two vehicles. So any progress was better than none.

Besides, what could he do about it? His only other options to get to London from his base in Wiltshire were a train, or stealing a plane, helicopter or tank. The latter might just cause a little bit of bother, and mean the end of his army career, not to mention criminal charges. The former meant cramming in amongst sweaty, disgruntled commuters. If that wasn’t bad enough, he’d be charged an extortionate amount to do so, probably wouldn’t even get a seat, and would likely be subjected to delays.

At least driving took him from door to door, with plenty of personal space. And if there were delays, well, he could sit them out from the comfort of his own vehicle, with the climate control set to the perfect temperature, and the radio blasting some of his favourite tunes.

The next song was even better, and Wilkes’ tuneless wailing became more enthusiastic, as did the drumming on the steering wheel. He was in one hell of a good mood, and if he was truthful with himself, he knew it wasn’t just the fact the M3 was moving at a nice pace. It wasn’t the Friday feeling, either. Sure, both of those things were contributing to his happiness, but the main reason he was grinning like a buffoon was the thought of what awaited him in the capital. Or rather, who.

Rustam Balkhi. His gorgeous Afghan boyfriend, whom he’d met out in Afghanistan while they were working together for the British Army. Now, with their tour of duty over and the forces’ presence pulled out of the country, the two men had returned to England. Wilkes had gone back to his regular army life in Bulford Camp, near Salisbury. Balkhi was in London, where he’d recommenced the medical training he’d postponed to become an interpreter for the Brits.

The past few weeks had been somewhat of a whirlwind. Wilkes’ return to the UK had been straightforward, but Balkhi had had to jump through some hoops in order to get back onto his medical course. He’d been willing to start from scratch, but it’d seemed like an awful waste of time, so Wilkes had spoken to his superiors, who’d explained to the university what important work Balkhi had been doing. Fortunately, they’d been persuaded of Balkhi’s commitment and character, and allowed him to pick up where he’d left off. That settled, Balkhi had to pack up, travel back to the UK, find somewhere to live, move in… and all before the start of the next academic term.

Wilkes had felt terrible. His return had taken place a few weeks before Balkhi’s, so although he’d been granted some leave for R&R, he hadn’t been able to either spend it with Balkhi, or to use it help him with his relocation. By the time Balkhi had set foot on British soil, Wilkes was back to work. And, given nobody knew about the two of them, or even that Wilkes was gay, he couldn’t exactly ask for more leave in order to help his boyfriend move into his new flat.

Life had conspired against them ever since, so this was the first opportunity they’d had to see each other since saying goodbye in Afghanistan all those weeks ago. They’d communicated via email, text message and phone calls, but it just wasn’t the same. Especially since they’d gone from seeing each other every single day for the best part of six months to not setting eyes on each other for weeks on end.

Wilkes had struggled terribly in the interim. Life had been tough enough while they were still out in the desert. After weeks and weeks of trying desperately to ignore their growing attraction, they’d finally given in to it. It had been stupid and risky, but, having quickly realised there was more to their attraction than the physical, they’d decided to carry on their relationship in secret while they were in Afghanistan, see how it went, and figure things out once Wilkes’ tour of duty was over. Balkhi had always intended to return to the UK for his studies, so they would, at least, be living in the same country.

*****

Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

 

New Release! Blue Moon House: Slave by Angelica Dawson

Blue Moon House: Slave by Angelica Dawson – Limited Time Price of $0.99!

Will has no interest in women. He thinks them all animals to be trained, beaten. It doesn’t take him long to discover his preference for men, but time and error reveal how wrong view toward women is. Before long, he is able to separate the way he treats women, which is still horrific, from the way he regards women, as fellow human beings.

How does a slave become an equal? What does it take for a young man to see women in a new light?

In the fourth installment of her Blue Moon House series, Angelica introduces Will, a slave boy from the early nineteenth century.

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All Romance Ebooks and Naughty Nights Press.

Angelica Dawson is the author of Blue Moon House, which has been in the top ten best-selling titles at Naughty Nights Press for over six months. She has also written two short stories, “The Highest Bidder” and “Leave Taking” which were each included in anthologies.
She contributes flash fiction to several blogging collectives and excerpts from work in progress can also be found on her blog. She is active on Facebook and Twitter.

She has been writing for several years and having sex a lot longer than that. Angelica is a wife, mother and environmental consultant. Her love of plants and the outdoors is not diminished by the bloodsucking hoards – mosquitoes and black flies, not vampires.

Here is an excerpt from Slave:


“Are you sure you haven’t had practice?”

Will shook his head. “Only the knowledge of what I enjoy.”

“Well, I enjoy it too.” Nicholas gave a hearty laugh. “Where’s that dildo? I’m going to return the favor.”

“Um, would you… I’ve never had a man suck me,” Will said. “Bart’s wife did, a little. It was very nice, but not right.”

Nicholas nodded. “Of course I will.” He lay down on the bed with his head hanging down the side. Will watched him, puzzled.

“Well, get over here,” he called, waving a hand.

Will moved to stand over Nicholas’ head, which was nearly level with his hips. Nicholas, reaching over his head, took hold of Will and stroked him. His hands were still slippery with oil, and Will leaned forward instinctively.

Nicholas opened his mouth and Will slid over his tongue, deep into his mouth. Will watched in amazement as his entire length slid down into Nick’s throat. It felt very different from his ass, but just as tight, just as constricting. He was swallowing, somehow, and it brought Will a little closer to the edge.

“Oh, Master. I’m close.”

Holding lightly to Nicholas’ ears, he thrust, afraid he would injure the man. It was the last push he needed, and he pulled out slightly, afraid of hurting him or getting bit. Nicholas grabbed the base of him, holding most of Will’s shaft in his mouth and swallowing two mouthfuls of him.

Will shook a little, falling forward and bracing himself on the mattress.

“Good?” Nicholas asked, sliding onto the bed to look up into Will’s eyes.

“Better than good.” Will let himself fall to the sheets beside Nicholas, his head near the other man’s hip.

An Interview with Muffy Wilson author of Memories and Kisses

It’s special treat day!! I finally got my amazing and talented friend, Muffy Wilson to stop by and chat with me. It’s my pleasure to help her promote her new book, Memories and Kisses. So fasten your seatbelts and grab your fan, we’re in for Muffy Wilson’s astonishing world of erotic fiction.

Welcome Muffy……..

SJ: I’m so glad you’re here. 🙂 Let’s dive right in. Could you reveal any personal juicy stories about you?

Muffy: Thank you, SJ, for opening your cyber-home to me. It is a pleasure to be here with you, my dear friend. Well, I was raised in a military family. My father was a USAF Colonel whose work took us to all points from Alaska to France. We moved every two or three years, so I don’t have what most would refer to as a traditional childhood, more like Leave it to Beaver meets the Jetsons.  Many of my ‘firsts’ were in France as my formative years developing were north of Paris. So, my first kiss, my first taste of escargot, my first hot dog on a French baguette was at the top of the Eiffel Tower, my first bikini (I was thirteen) was on the French Riviera and I fell in love with a thirty-something lifeguard named Aldo. I thought my father was going straight to an early grave. My mother thought it charming and funny since I wound up looking like a blistered, crying lobster with the worst sun burn ever. No need to worry about Aldo. A few years later, my mother and I were shopping in Paris; it was the day she bought me an alligator handbag, a small one, with a bright red leather interior. I still have it. We were on the Champs Elysees on a corner and everyone was wailing and crying. It was 22 November 1963 and I was 14 years old. It was the day John F Kennedy was assassinated and I witnessed as the world was crushed and Camelot fell. I think I grew up a lot that day. We had to hurry home, 90 miles north. The Base was on lock-down and red alert. It was a day the world stood still yet was fiercely frantic beneath the surface.

SJ: I wasn’t yet born, but I get the chills every time I read about that day. Wow, Muffy. I know you’re a mother. I can only imagine how all those experiences have influenced you. Could you tell us about your role as a Mom?

Muffy: I met my husband in California, on a day that I was none too happy with men. I was working in San Francisco as a Sales Manager for Honeywell and my father had a heart attack in Georgia.  I wanted to explore the possibilities of transferring to Georgia to be closer to the first man I ever loved. My boss, “The Silver Fox” made a pass at me and told me why bother as my dad wasn’t going to live forever. I was stunned and profoundly moved by a myriad of feelings. Funny that I should meet the two most important men in my life from that day forward on a day like that—my husband and his youngest son, then 13. It was the greatest gift. We got married three months later and the three of us honeymooned in Niagara Falls. My husband is from Buffalo, NY, and had been married twice before (his first wife died and the second, VJr’s mother ended in divorce when he was just 6). I had never been married, so they were my first. When I was very young, and in college, I got pregnant. He was my first lover and for all my worldly experience, I was still pretty naïve—even in the ‘70s. I had an abortion and dropped out of college. The gift of my husband and his son, my son, I felt was God’s way of forgiving me. So, my role as a Mom is one I cherish, given it was my second chance and my redemption. Life has been good to me because of them. He has enriched my life beyond measure.

SJ: I’m glad his risky statement paid off and that he’s been so good to you. Bless him. You have a very long list of projects consuming your time, but I would like to offer you the chance to show off and promote your writing career. 

Muffy: I have three more books that will be released by March 2015, if I am lucky. Beyond that, I have a control list of about fifteen projects which will be concluded by mid-year and 25-30 projects that will require my attention. Only another Virgo will appreciate how organized I am about my work. Some refer to it as being obsessive compulsive. I can role with that.

SJ: Wow. As a Project Manager I can appreciate what it takes to manage each project. Bravo, Muffy. I knew there was a reason why I’m always so impressed by you. It’s all coming out. 🙂 When did you decide to write? And what genre and style did you prefer when you first started? What style and genre do you prefer to write currently?

Muffy: I have been in sales and marketing my entire business career. Writing was a necessity and I was good at presenting technical detail. English was a love and focus of mine throughout my education, but I only wrote proposals, technical material and project material. I really never thought about writing ‘personally’ until I met up with an old school chum, and old boyfriend. It was never a calling to me as it is for some writers. He wrote and it spurred me on. I slipped into the world of Erotica, not by choice or design, but quite by accident…and I loved it. Turns out I was pretty good at it, too, or so people commented. But, my style has changed, developed a lot since then.

SJ: That was a lucky slip for sure. You’re very good at it, Muffy. What genre, books, and authors do you like to read?

Muffy: I love crime, thrillers, edge-of-your-seat whodunits. I also love period pieces, non-fiction and autobiographies. When I was very young, when we lived in France and there was no television, I read everything, absolutely everything. I wanted to be a criminologist or a medical examiner. Or a veterinarian.  As well an actress and Ella Fitzgerald! But, I do love to read good literotica. I am not a fan of jump-and-pump but a love story with great, eloquently involved sex is a real page turner for me.

SJ: Agreed. Give me the romance. Muffy, you’re so interesting. Do you have a person, real or fantasy, you would like to be?

Muffy: Barbra Streisand. I always wanted to sing. My aunt sang torch songs and played piano in smoke filled supper clubs and piano bars. I always wanted to do that.

SJ: You have experienced many adventures in your life and have lots of energy, but what would you like to do if you had any free time? Lol. If anyone can find free time, it’s Muffy.

Muffy: I would love to learn to play piano, learn Spanish and brush up on my French. But I am enjoying my life now. I work in Real Estate in SW Florida and try to find time to straighten my office. There’s that Virgo nag again.

SJ: I’d bet your office is already neatened. 🙂 Could you tell us about your new book, Memories and Kisses, and the story behind it?

Muffy: Old memories are like old red wine – all the richer for time passed. And the kisses taste sweeter too. Three romantic and very sexy stories take us back to things as they once were, and forward to the wonderful times to come. Memories & Kisses has three stories of old loves remembered; a grieving woman rescued from the sea, two childhood friends growing old friendship into passionate loving, and two long separated teenagers finding that time has mellowed them both and maturity has brought a passionate intensity they had never imagined. All three stories are of rekindled love that survived decades of longing and is now ready to burst into flame.

9780992455750-420Blurb:

The Storm ~ a newly widowed woman unable to face the world alone and lonely, buries her husband. Overcome by grief, she walks into the rough, grinding pitiless surf in an effort to blend the gray in her heart with the gray on the horizon. She is saved from the crashing waves by a man, a bearded white haired man who brings her back to life and gives her a reason to live again.

The Park ~ two childhood friends, now adults, reunite on the eve of the dedication of their once favorite playground now slated to become a high-tech water park. The destruction of their favorite playground makes them melancholy; reliving their dreams as children in this park inspires them to greater, more passionate long buried desires they never responded to as teens, but knew existed but in their memories.

The Story of Us ~ high school friends, once nearly sweethearts, reconnect in their sixties. The Internet removes the veil of uncomfortable shyness. They are open and revealing in emails about their youthful teenaged desires for one another. They discover what we all hope is true: that love is eternal. Surviving decades, not only in the shadowed recesses of our memories, but in a kiss, a touch, a magnetic embrace love thrives.

Do you have memories of a love that once was?…of a love that was lost?…of, perhaps, a rekindled love that survived decades of longing?  ……..Read More on my blog Muffy Wilson

SJ: Where can we purchase Memories and Kisses?

Muffy: Thank you for asking, I would be honored. If readers are interested, they can buy my work at:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/author/muffywilson

Ganxy:    https://ganxy.com/i/97419/muffy-wilson/memories-kisses

XinXii:    http://www.xinxii.com/en/memories-and-kisses-p-355588.html

Kobo:      http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/memories-kisses

iTunes:    https://itunes.apple.com/au/book/memories-and-kisses/id924012792

SJ: Do you have future writing projects you plan to publish?

Muffy: Tons. My brain explodes with ideas and always when I don’t have a pen or paper handy!

SJ: I bet! Please share your recent publications.

Released 3 October 2014:

Also featuring Muffy’s work in this anthology of of adult Grimm’s Fairy Tales, Once Upon a Menage: An Anthology of Fairy Tale Threesomes edited by Rachel Kenley (Ravenous Romance), Muffy has two erotic adaptations, The Prince, The Mermaid and The Siren (‘The Little Mermaid’) and The Prurient Puss (‘Puss and Boots’). They are sexy, just a little naughty and best of all, they are threesomes!!

Buy Link at Amazon

SJ: How may your fans contact you? Tell us the many links where you can find Muffy Wilson?

Website | Blog | Twitter | Email |  Facebook | FB Fan PageGoogle+ | Amazon | Ganxy | XinXii | Kobo Books | iTunes Books |Yellow Silk Dreams Publishing |

MuffyBio:

Muffy, author of erotic, romantic stories about love, sex, hope and passion, was born in San Antonio, Texas, to traditional parents. With two older brothers, she was the youngest, the family “princess,” indulged and pampered. She adored her older brothers, following them everywhere and was surrounded by love, stimulation, and pets. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force which required the family to travel extensively. The family lived in most points between Alaska and France. Muffy spent her formative years in Europe and came of age in France.

Returning from France with her family, Muffy finished high school in Northern California and attended the University of California, Davis, and majored in Business Management. Muffy entered the work force, independent with a fierce work ethic, and retired at 39 from IBM as a Mid-West Regional Director in the Real Estate and Construction Division. She and her husband moved to a small Island in northern Wisconsin where they owned a historic tavern, restaurant and resort business which they since have sold. They now live a charmed life by the water in SW Florida. Muffy pretends to be a serious real estate business person but, in real life, indulges her private interest in writing sexy short stories and sensual literotica ~ Live, Laugh, Love with Passion.

Muffy: Thank you, XXXXXX, for hosting this wonderful interview. It was very kind and generous of you. I appreciate the time your fans and readers have spent with me, sharing my life, my family and work, sharing my inspirations and life.

SJ: It’s been my ultimate pleasure to have you here. I hope everyone will take some time to look at your newest release, Memories and Kisses, and all of your other books the next time they’re able to add to their TBR list. Thank you for spending some time with me today. I wish you much continued success.

(((hugs)))

Love Out of Lust Series -parts one through four- by Ray Sostre

 

 

Story written by: Ray Sostre
Edited by: Elicia Stoll
AfterDark Press 2013, 2014

Daryl and Marisol grew up together as best friends and now live together as roommates. The two suffered losses in their lives; Daryl went through a sad divorce, while Marisol lost her brother and Mother in the same year, and gone through a relationship issue with her ex-boyfriend Jose.

 When Marisol talks out her problems with Daryl, she not only shares a drink with him, but her most intimate secrets with Daryl, leading to a sexual encounter at home.

 When the two realize what they’ve done, they take precautions with their friendships, hoping not to hurt one another, but their lustful passions soon turn into love, and both Daryl and Marisol discover a purpose for each other.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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About
Ray Sostre:
Ray Sostre was born in New York, raised throughout the east coast (New York, New Jersey,
and Pennsylvania) for much of his life, until he moved to Nevada in 2005. His passion to write erotica happened by accident in the summer of 2010, but since then he’s been writing
stories (m/f contemporary, lesbian, and ménage). At that same year, he established a website, specifically for erotic authors — AfterDark Online, giving a voice for authors of erotica and erotic romance to be heard. He lives with his longtime girlfriend of nearly ten years, and is an avid listener of electronica, hip hop, and R&B.
Ray jokes, “I’m always looking for writing material.”
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Twitter: @anarchy0029
Google+: Ray Sostre

 

Inside Look with Casey Moss author of Open World (C.O.V.E.N.)

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I have a new guest for you today, Casey Moss. She’s is fellow Evernight Publishing author and a participant in the Mid Week Tease. I love her teases. So, when her latest book released, I jumped at the chance to have her here. I had her answer a couple questions so we can get to know her better.

Welcome, Casey! I’m so glad you’re here. I want you comfortable. So, let’s start with you picturing your favorite place in the world. Now, can you tell us a little bit about the place you’ve pictured?

I love the beach. Any beach really from the white sand, turquoise waters, palm trees swaying in a gentle breeze ones to the feisty northern pacific coast beaches with the chilling breezes, rocky coves and deep blue waters. Yet somehow I ended up living in the desert.

Lol, I love the beach too. The moving water always calms my nerves. Tell us about yourself: Who are you and why did you start writing? Also, when did you first consider yourself a writer?

Currently a resident of the hot, high desert in the southwest, I knew I wanted to write at a young age, as early as I learned to read, cooking up stories to entertain myself in the rural area I had lived in. But I took a roundabout way to settle down as a fiction writer, having worked in the corporate and real estate realms writing newspaper articles, press releases, corporate newsletters, etc. Now that I’m settled in the desert, I’ve returned to my first love: creative writing.

I received “the calling” to be a writer in the sixth grade, though I had been writing earlier than that and always had a sense that’s what I’d do when I grew up. Back in middle school, I remember getting an A on an English project and that’s when my inner voice/sixth sense said I would definitely write for a living.

I’ve been studying the craft of writing since my early teens. It started with working on the school newspaper in middle school to creative writing classes and Teens Art Festivals in high school. I received my BA in Communications, Information and Library Studies from Rutgers College with a strong concentration in English Lit/Writing and Interpersonal Communications/PR. Studying under the mentorship of Terri Valentine (author of ‘Sands of Time,’ a Zebra Historical Romance), I honed my novel writing skills. Now I find myself taking the occasional online class and devouring all the writing how-to books I can get my hands on.

What do you do when you’re not Writing:

When I’m not working at my computer cooking up another tale, I can be found hanging out with my husband and cat, reading a book, chillin’ in front of the TV, or working on a craft project. I’ve also been known to play WOW and other computer games.

Describe your writing space.

I have a room in the house that’s dedicated for me. I have a huge desk with cubby holes, cabinets and a drawer. My monitor and screen is on it and the computer tower is on a tall shelving unit on the left of the desk. On the right side of the desk, there’s a bookcase on top of a two drawer filing cabinet. Behind me, I have a fouton couch that I’ll crash out on if it’s late at night (or in the early morning) and I’ve been writing and don’t want to disturb hubby by crawling into bed and having the cat announce my presence. Hell, I’ll even crash on the couch during the day if I need a nap. I have a second monitor that doubles as my television on the filing cabinet to my right. There’s a Queen Anne table which functions as an altar and houses my incense and candles to my left. Let’s not forget my closet that’s full of craft material, my print books I use for signings/sales, and yarn…lots and lots of yarn…for when I get in the mood to crochet. Print outs of some of my book covers are framed and hanging on the walls as are my college degree and writing courses certificates. Oh, and I have a three drawer plastic container tower which has a bunch of books in it. More books fill the bookcase and line the top of my desk.

Now that sounds like a place I could get comfortable in. 🙂 Which one of your characters would you most like to meet in real life?

As far as a male character goes, I’d love to meet JT. He makes a brief appearance in Open World and will be one of the main protagonists in the next C.O.V.E.N. book. When it comes to female characters, I’d like to meet Cassandra. She’s in Open World and will be one of the main protagonists in the book after JT’s.

What is your favorite music (genre/artist/album/song)?

My favorite music group is Rush. As for listening to music when I write, I’ll listen to spa music, alternative or country.

Rush! Wahoo. I thought I was the only girl who enjoyed them, lol. Tell us a bit about the projects you’re working on now?

I’m working on the next books in the C.O.V.E.N. world. So far there are four more planned for after Open World. I have a long story arc weaving through all the stories along with whatever the characters are experiencing in the game & 3D worlds in each book.

Speaking of Open World, here’s the book information…

openworld_CMoss_400x600Available now at Evernight Publishing ~ Open World – C.O.V.E.N. by Casey Moss

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The world of C.O.V.E.N. (Clans of Vegas – Endless Night) first appeared in Evernight Publishing’s anthology Keyboards & Kink (available here: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/keyboards-and-kink/ & at other fine e-tailers) in Casey’s story, AFK.

In AFK, we saw a peek into I-D-8 Entertainment’s in-production MMORPG: Clans of Vegas – Endless Night, also known as C.O.V.E.N. when Beth and another gamer got sucked into the game for real.

Now, when it comes to Open World, it’s actually made up of parts from two novellas that had been previously published. Those stories were my very first published ones released in 2008 under my alter ego’s name. A few years ago, I received the rights back on them, and they sat in a file until this year. There’s been some major work done to revamp them from a sci-fi’ish plot to the computer gaming one present in the book today. I am so excited these stories, and more to come in the C.O.V.E.N. world, have found new life and a great new home with Evernight Publishing.

In the story, Open World, some of the employees of I-D-8 have joined together for a LAN party to test the game. For definitions on the computer gaming term: open world, check out http://www.techopedia.com/definition/3952/sandbox-gaming).

Blurb

The world has broken out in wars. Las Vegas has been ravaged by chemical warfare and is now home to several clans and creatures.

Welcome to I-D-8 Entertainment’s newest game: Clans of Vegas—Endless Night.

Friends and family have gathered for a crunch time playtest of C.O.V.E.N.. When a horrible thunderstorm hits, everyone’s sucked into the game for real. In the MMORPG, Hope Collins is kidnapped by Buzz and forced to submit to his whims. Her boyfriend, Alden, has to delay his quest of defeating a clan’s prince to save her, but time and circumstance don’t seem to be on his side. Faith Collins is bombarded by strange dreams brought on by Buzz. Her boyfriend, Tavis, learns to dream walk, but can he help break the spell she’s under and save her before she’s lost to him?

C.O.V.E.N. is more than just a game. It’s a whole other world.

Excerpt

“You’re right. But you don’t know how much I want you right now. I want to feel you against me, your hot slick body sliding against mine.” To bring the point home, she stepped forward and laid her hand on the bulge in his pants. Just as she expected, it was hard.

He detached her hand from him and held it. “You know we can’t do anything right now. Not with the LAN party about to get underway.”

Hope frowned and batted her eyelashes. “Can’t I have even a little kiss?”

As she desired, Den yanked her against his body, cupping a breast in his hand, and claimed her mouth. With a happy sigh, she relaxed and molded into him. His mouth sensuously moved upon hers and, when it parted, she followed suit, allowing his tongue access to search and conquer. Hungrily, wanting him more than ever, she matched his movements, undoing his ponytail and running her fingers through his long, soft hair, reveling in its silkiness. She moved her hand down to the front of his pants where she’d been before. Again she cradled him and massaged his cock through his shorts. His tongue delved deeper into her mouth. His fingers tweaked the growing nipple beneath her shirt and bra.

Happiness, combined with a feeling of forbidden pleasure, created a stormy sea of sensation within her. She was lost and found in his kiss. With him she truly believed she was safe, secure…cherished. When he pulled away and looked down upon her, she knew she had found her prince charming, her proverbial knight in shining armor.

Den clasped her in his arms. She nuzzled her cheek along his chest again and, as she gazed upon the community’s pool area, movement caught her attention. She could have sworn she saw Mr. Jenkins duck behind the corner of the building.

Bio

Casey Moss delves into the darker aspects of life in her writing, sometimes basing the stories on reality, sometimes on myth. No matter the path, her stories will take you on a journey from the light-hearted paranormal to dark things unspeakable. What waits around the corner? Come explore…

Casey Moss Links

Website: http://caseymossbooks.com/

Blog: http://caseymossbooks.blogspot.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/author.CaseyMoss

Twitter: https://twitter.com/CaseyMoss_

~ Buy Links ~

Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/open-world-by-casey-moss/

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Open-World-C-O-V-E-N-Casey-Moss-ebook/dp/B00KCE12JW

All Romance eBooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-openworld-1514409-147.html

BookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/open-world

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Thanks for visiting, Casey and congratulations on your new release. 😀