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Except Reveal – HIDDEN BEAUTY by Amelia Wilde

HIDDEN BEAUTY (Beauty and the Beast Trilogy #2) by Amelia Wilde

Release Date: May 11th

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Leo holds me in place, close enough to kiss me again, while he explores under the gown for confirmation. The gold in his eyes flares bright when his fingertips meet the soft wetness he’s been searching for. “And you call me the filthy one.” He clicks his tongue. “The panties I sent weren’t good enough for you?”

He pushes my thighs farther apart, pushes his fingers inside me, in the space it takes for me to catch my breath. “I thought you would like it better this way.”

“I do.” Leo’s expression is playfully solemn, but what takes my breath away isn’t the pad of his thumb against my clit. It’s the raw emotion in his eyes. It’s habit for him to keep his walls up, to keep himself locked behind his anger and his power, but he’s consciously keeping them down. For me. “But you know what this means, don’t you, darling.”

“That you’re going to fuck me?”

“That there’s a price to be paid for coming to dinner missing articles of clothing.”

I can’t catch my breath, not with him slowly finger-fucking me under the dress, not with his thumb winding me up. “Tell me what it is. I’ll pay it.”

“You’ll work this sweet, wet pussy down over my cock. And you won’t make me wait.”

The air around us bursts into hot flame, or maybe it’s just my skin. I scramble up off his lap and he puts both hands on the arms of his chair. He could be a prince, a king, but he lets me see the bare need in his face. He doesn’t bother to put on his mask of anger and indifference as I work at his belt and make frantic pulls at his pants until his cock springs out, thick and hard.

I bundle my gown into my fists and am about to climb on top of him when Leo stops me with a hand between my legs. He slicks his touch through my folds, his eyes on where fingers meet flesh, then flicks his gaze back to mine. That’s how he makes me straddle him—his hand on that hot place the entire time. I fit my knees beside his strong thighs in the chair and angle myself over him. Leo uses two fingers to spread me open. I can’t get enough air, and I’ve simultaneously never taken a breath so deep in all my life as when he puts a hand on my hip and guides me down to meet him.

Sinking down onto his length inch by inch feels as new as the first time. The stretch is just as intense as it was in the library, but there’s no pain, only a slow unraveling of the terrified knot that formed around my heart the day he was shot. It wound tighter and tighter after we came home. 

All that fear, all that hope, and he was the solution all the time.

“Fuck, darling. Keep holding your dress up so I can see.” My hand trembles around the fabric. Both hands on my hips, Leo watches as I take the rest of him and seat myself fully against his hips. He shudders, pleasure rich and dark in his eyes. “Good girl. Now drop it. I want your hands on me.”

I reach for his shoulders and find myself unable to stop. I want skin, I want pulse. I stroke the sides of his neck and run my fingertips under the neck of his shirt. I skim the pads of my thumbs over his cheekbones. His lips. His jaw. He must feel how much I need this, because he helps me, taking the uncoordinated rhythm of my hips and making it steady under his palms.

Touching him with my hands isn’t enough. I need him to know, need to tell him how I feel. I chase my touches with kisses. Please stay with me, I beg the curve at the side of his jaw with a brushed kiss. Please don’t ever leave, I plead to his bottom lip. Please, I pray to his tongue, kissing him as hard as he kisses me. Be mine.

Leo wraps a hand around the back of my neck and traps me in place so he can kiss me back. It’s a claiming, his kiss, but he’s not done when he pulls back. No. He’s not done. He peels down the neckline of my gown, peels down the bra underneath, and toys with my nipple until it rises against the cooler air of the dining room. 

Then he leans forward and bites.

He’s left other marks with his teeth.

These are different.

Leo makes it hurt, makes it sting, and I grind down on his cock in a wild attempt to escape the pain. Or to increase it. I can’t stop pulsing around him, can’t, can’t, can’t, and he makes a noise against my skin that’s a brutal prayer. It answers mine. I’m not leaving, that sound says, because I will never leave what belongs to me, and you are mine.


Is Leo Morelli a beast or a prince? He locks Haley in his castle for her own safety. She sees only the best in him, but the worst is yet to come.

HIDDEN BEAUTY is the second book in the Beauty and the Beast trilogy from USA Today bestselling author Amelia Wilde.

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Amelia Wilde is a USA TODAY bestselling author of steamy contemporary romance and loves it a little too much. She lives in Michigan with her husband and daughters. She spends most of her time typing furiously on an iPad and appreciating the natural splendor of her home state from where she likes it best: inside.

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New Release – Bossy Brothers: Joey by JA Huss

Title: Bossy Brothers: Joey
Series: Bossy Brothers #2
Author: JA Huss
Genre: MMFM Erotic Suspense
Release Date: July 29, 2019


Six years before my phone rang and changed my life forever, I made a mistake.

I met a girl, we had some fun, and then we had a baby. And I fell pretty damn hard for my daughter. I was going to be there. I was going to give her everything I never had. I was going to have a family.

And then her mother disappeared and took my baby with her.

And now she’s done it again. Because that call that changed my life was from my five-year-old daughter asking me if I knew where her Mommy was.

Then came the lawyers. And the demands from her super-rich, super-powerful messed-up family. And the little fact that my ex didn’t just “disappear” she was “presumed dead”.

I don’t live a traditional lifestyle and I’m not in a traditional relationship.

But I can pretend if I have to.

And that was the plan when my two “best friends” and I decided to hire “professional liar” Brooke Alder to be my fake fiancée.

It’s totally gonna work.  As long as MY super-rich, super-powerful, messed-up family doesn’t get in the way.

Bossy Brothers: Joey is book two in the Bossy Brothers series and features a delicious, burning hot, MMFM, surprise-baby, fake fiancée story with a twist that proves committed couples don’t just come in two’s, mistakes can be a good thing, and for some people, non-traditional love is exactly the kind they should fight for.

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They’re on the loveseat facing the window and in profile from my view. Huck is down on his knees, head between Brooke’s legs. She’s gripping his hair, head thrown back, eyes closed, and her plump mouth open to allow the moans to escape.
Huck reaches up, grabs the front of her sundress, and drags it down so her bra is exposed. He does that again with the bra, and her tits bounce out. All the while he’s licking her pussy.
One hand grabs one breast and squeezes. Hard. Hard enough to make Brooke whimper. And the other one slides between her legs.
He fingers her as I watch, my dick getting hard at the sight of them.
Footsteps on the stairs make me look over my shoulder. Wald comes up around the banister. Saying nothing, but looking me dead in the eyes.
He licks his lips and I turn back to keep watching.
Wald’s hands slide around my hips and his chest presses into my back as he reaches for my already hard cock beneath my slacks.
“Wald,” I say. But it’s so soft, I don’t think he hears me.
Lie. It’s a lie. He hears me.
They planned this.
He and Huck planned this on the way over.
Wald grabs my hand and reaches for his dick, placing my palm over his growing hardness under his pants. He squeezes himself using my hand to do it and I fucking moan. I can’t help it.
Then he’s kissing my neck, whispering, “Come on, dude. Play along. You know you want to,” in my ear as he begins to unbuckle my belt.
I suck in a breath of air, thinking up a reason why I should stop him.
But there’s no good reason. We’ve already crossed the line again.
Where did I really think this day would end up?
I brought a girl in. I let them both have their fun. And I had mine too. Then I gave her a ring and bought her a house and told them they were staying here with us.
I can say it’s all for Maisy. And that might still be true.
But this is the real me, isn’t it?
This is the reason why I never settled down. Why I let Charlotte leave me behind the day Maisy was born. Why I never came back here to the city where I was raised. Where my brothers still live.
It’s because I have always wanted more than I have.
I’m a selfish, greedy motherfucker and that’s never going to change.
Wald has my zipper down now. I’m still holding his cock through his jeans. He’s hard, and I’m hard, and there’s no way we’re not doing this.
He pulls my cock out and starts to jerk me off. Leaning his chest into my back. His lips kissing my neck.
“Come on,” he says.
I turn my head a little. I can feel his breath on the side of my cheek. His lips drag along the stubble of my jaw until he catches the corner of my mouth with his teeth.
Brooke is moaning in the other room and I turn my head back to watch. Huck is climbing up her stomach, kissing it as he unbuckles his belt and gets his pants open. He pulls his cock out and fists it, her looking up at him. He takes her hand and wraps it around his shaft and gives her a little push. A little encouragement.
Brooke begins to tug on him, their eyes still locked together.
Wald squeezes my dick, reminding me who I’m with right now.
I lean into the doorjamb. My right hand behind me, squeezing Wald’s dick as he gets his pants undone and pulls himself out. He hands it to me.
That’s the only way to describe that move. He takes my hand and places it over his cock and I automatically begin to mimic Brooke as she jerks Huck in the other room.
She’s got her mouth open now. Still looking up at my friend like he’s got all the answers.
Wald’s hands are on my hips. He presses forward until his cock is rubbing up against my ass. One hand slides down along the diagonal muscle of my waist and grabs my balls.
I suck in a breath of air and close my eyes. Holding in the moan that wants to escape.
But Brooke is giving Huck a sloppy blow job and I want to watch it.
So I open my eyes and see Huck staring back at me.
“Come here,” he whispers.


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JA Huss is the New York Times Bestselling author of 321 and has been on the USA Today Bestseller’s list 21 times in the past five years. She writes characters with heart, plots with twists, and perfect endings.

Her new sexy sci-fi romance and paranormal romance pen name is KC Cross and she writes novels and teleplays collaboratively with actor and screenwriter, Johnathan McClain.

Her books have sold millions of copies all over the world, the audio version of her semi-autobiographical book, Eighteen, was nominated for a Voice Arts Award and an Audie Award in 2016 and 2017 respectively. Her audiobook, Mr. Perfect, was nominated for a Voice Arts Award in 2017. Her audiobook, Taking Turns, was nominated for an Audie Award in 2018. Five of her book were optioned for a TV series by MGM television in 2018. And her book, Total Exposure, was nominated for a RITA Award in 2019.

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New Release – Surprising Their Mate

Surprising Their Mate (Tharan Warrior Menage 7)

by Kallista Dane
Available Now – Only $0.99
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It’s almost Christmas! Here’s my to-do list:

Bake cookies with my blue-haired daughter from another world. Check

Find the perfect gifts for my dominant oh-so-sexy cyborg mates. Double check

Explain holiday traditions to my alien family. Still working on it.

I never dreamed I’d be celebrating Christmas for the first time on a strange planet halfway across the galaxy.

Growing up back home on Earth, it was just another day. After my parents died, the Institute fed me, clothed me, educated me. But the administrators didn’t believe in coddling their charges. There was no Santa Claus, no tree. And definitely no presents.

Maybe that’s why I’m determined to make my first Christmas with my new family special. So far, the cookies I’ve baked either look bad or taste awful. And my warrior twins would rather have kinky Tharan sex with me than shop for gifts or make ornaments to hang on a tree.

Don’t get me wrong. I happen to love kinky Tharan sex. But I’m still learning how to be a proper submissive mate, so I spend a lot of time bending over with my skirt pulled up while my alien mates turn my bottom cheeks as red as Santa’s hat.

Who knew celebrating Christmas would be this hard?

“We have been waiting for this night a long time, my love. Tonight, I hunger to taste your juices. My brother is eager to take a kiss while I run my tongue deep in your pussy.”

His raw words sent a stab of lust through my core. It grew into a raging inferno when Jax loomed over me. His eyes devoured me as he slowly, deliberately brought his mouth to mine.

Jax was eager to “take” a kiss.” That’s what Jynn had said. Not “give” it.

And he did. From the moment our lips touched, he took. Demanded my submission with dark intensity.

I closed my eyes. Surrendered my will. He carried me to the bed, shoved my dress up to my waist, and urged my legs apart. He bent his head to kiss me again, and his lips stifled my moan when I felt Jynn’s tongue running up the inside of my thigh. He pulled away, and I gave a wild scream when Jynn rammed that tongue deep into my pussy.

“Yes. Scream for us,” Jax demanded. “You don’t have to be quiet anymore. Tell us how much you like it. Beg us to do wicked things to you.”

I shivered. They knew just where to fondle and caress me. How to make me gasp and quiver with need. More important, they knew when to assert their mastery.

“Oh, please, my lord,” I said. “Make me your slut.”

“Roll over.” Jax ordered. “Strip off that gown, then get on your knees and stick your ass high in the air. I’m going to spread you apart while my brother runs his tongue around your tight little hole to get you ready for my cock.”

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USA Today Bestselling author Kallista Dane’s steamy romances have hit #1 in Amazon’s Sci-Fi and Western Erotica as well as making the bestselling lists in Sci-Fi Romance, Historical Romance, Contemporary Romance, and BDSM.

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New Release – Drilled

Drilled (Hard ‘n Dirty) from Ava Sinclair.

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Iris Tremaine is rich, sexy, beautiful, and way above my pay grade. But that’s not about to stop me.

The attraction is mutual and intense. Iris has never been with a man like me, a man who overwhelms her, a man who says and does things to her that her pedigreed boyfriends never dreamed of.

If her oil baron father finds out, losing my job will be the least of my worries. Roger Tremaine will never accept the thought of a common roustabout putting big, dirty hands on his little princess.

When Iris gets pulled into a plan to cover up the company’s poor safety record, she needs my help to expose the truth. Getting involved raises the stakes for both of us. When it comes down losing her inheritance or the rough love of the only man who’s ever given her real pleasure, which will Iris choose?

“Do you want me to fuck you?” His voice is deep and warm in my ear, a molten growl. “If you want it, you have to say so.”

I can smell the musk of my arousal on his hot breath. His chest is slick and hard against my back.

I can still walk away. There’s still time. He’s giving me an out. I can feel his strength, but also his restraint. I feel something else, too- the sharp stab of shame at how deliciously filthy it feels to have the spike of his cock pressing into my ass through his pants. The fabric is all that separates me from the feel of him thrusting into my drenched pussy, from being claimed by a man I’ve only just a met, a man from a world so different than mine. I feel like a fawn in a tiger’s grip.

Do you want me to consume you? The tiger is asking.

“Yes,” I say. “Yes, please.”

I expect him to take me from behind. I hope he will. But he is going to make me face what I’m asking for, to face him. Cal rises from the bed, turning me around. His eyes command me to lie down. I obey, reveling in his dominance. I look down at my own body. There’s a smudge of grease on my side. The insides of my thighs are slick. The room smells like sex. I’m still wearing my pumps. Who knew daddy’s girl could be such a little slut. I almost climax again from the thought of the change that’s come over me.

Cal is beside the bed, those big hands slowly undoing the clasp of his belt. I’m mesmerized by those hands, by what they have already done. My ass aches slightly from their squeeze; my nipples tingle as if those calloused thumbs are still abrading them.

He pushes his pants and briefs down together. His cock, released from its confines, springs up in freedom amid a thicket of dark curls. It’s huge like the rest of him, the knobby head crowned with a drop of pre-cum, the length mapped with a network of thick raised veins. My lips part, as I imagine him holding my hair and shoving that beautiful cock in the back of my throat as I whimper in submission.

What is wrong with me? I’ve always given head as a perfunctory act, but I want to taste Cal like he tasted me, want to know if his flavor is as salty and earthy as I imagine it would be. I don’t get the chance, though. As soon as Cal steps out of his pants, he lowers himself over me, and I feel the power of his naked body against mine. I’m delicate next to him, my skin slick with sweat. The whine of the air conditioner is barely a hum, the hot air of the room pressing us together. The only illumination is a shaft of early evening light coming through the slit in the room’s blackout curtains.

Cal lowers his mouth to mine. The tongue that just delved between my nether lips now parts the lips of my mouth, fencing with mine as his hands roam my body.

“So beautiful,” he says. “You’re so damn beautiful. Spread those legs for me, baby.”

It’s the same commanding tone he used when he told me to get in the truck, the simple comment stirring something in me that I didn’t even know existed, something manifest now as I part my thighs, crying out with something deeper than fulfillment as he pushes himself into me. His girth stretches me to the point of pleasure pain. I whimper as my legs go around him, sinking my teeth into his shoulder as our sweat-slick bodies begin to move, sliding against one another. I close my eyes, imagining our bodies as some kind of carnal machine, his cock a drill, plumbing and plumbing my well of pleasure. The sound of his breath, his moan…it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. I hug his slim hips with my thighs, the heel of one shoe spurring his back, urging him to fuck me harder. He heeds my wordless request, his hips moving like a piston, his heavy balls slapping against my ass.

“Come for me. Come for me now!” His tone is intense, the dark eyes more so. I can’t breathe, can’t speak. I can only fall into the void opened by the quaking climax. The shockwave that starts as a quiver becomes a strong ripple that milks his cock. He tenses just before I feel the sensation of his hot seed washing into me. My legs squeeze in time with his spurts. I hear a cry and realize it’s mine, realize that whoever is in the next room must have heard.

I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care. When it’s over and I come back to my senses, I will. But for now, for the first time in my life, I feel free.

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Variety is the spice of life and Ava Sinclair writes a little something for everyone, from dark romance to menage to kinky AF age play. But the one thing that is consistent in her books are strong storylines, alpha males, and strong women whose hearts and bodies aren’t given up without a fight.

Ava lives in southern Virginia, where she enjoys hoarding books, hiking, running, spoiling her cats, and spending time with her Eurasian eagle owl, Lucius.

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New Release – Foundations

Title: Foundations
Series: The Power of Three Love #1
Author: Leigh Lennon
Genre: MMF
Release Date: September 12, 2018


My career took focus in my life while trying to make a name for myself in a male dominated field. I kept my gender under wraps until I was able to let my expertise speak for itself. But I was knocked off my axis when I ran into Arden, the man I had compared all men to since our one night together. Now he was taken—by another man—a very dominant man.

The love I had for my man ran deep. But I’d never forgotten her. From the very beginning, Daimen and I agreed to our non-traditional life—two men loving one another until we found that woman we could claim as ours. Now, she was standing in front of me, unaware she was a marked woman.

I had loved my best friend from an early age. The day Arden submitted to me, was a dream come true. That was until a sexy and sassy blonde entered our life and turned it upside down. I see something in her that scared me. But I would make her mine, mine and Arden’s. Claiming hatred would follow us everywhere, Elliot fought us at every turn.

Will the three of us create our own unconventional happily ever after or will she leave us heartbroken?

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(Daimen’s POV)
I woke suddenly to Arden’s touch. “I need you so fucking much, right now, honey.”

Arden’s grin told me exactly what he wanted—pure fucking. I took him by the hand and led him to the couch that was in our room close to the foot of the bed. “Thank fuck! I told you I wanted to partake in a little bit of voyeurism.”

“You’re a dirty man, you know, and I can’t get enough of you.” Arden grinned. I took the lube next to the end table by our couch. “You’re my life, Daimen. It’ll always be you and me,” he said, holding my face. “And when Elliot is ours, my love for you won’t change, but seeing you the way you were with her tonight will make me love you more—kind and sweet and so not like the hardass I fell in love with.”

“Oh, you’re a sweet-talker, aren’t you?” I goaded, pushing his body against the couch. With one thrust, his moan elicited a desire to go deeper and explore every part of him. “You feel so good. Fuck.” My movements increased, but I had to let loose—it was going to be one of those nights between us. Circling one hand around him, I stroked his cock fast. My teeth sank into his skin, a little love bite that caused him to grow against my touch. Arden loved it rough like that.

“Mark me, bite me, hurt me—I’m yours.” The sound of rustling sheets had Arden whipping his head back. “Um, babe, I think we have company,” he interjected, his eyes, following the shadow behind us.

With the thought of Ell watching me, it took me no time to find the sweet spot in my man. With one last thrust, I came so hard, and it set off Arden too. With both of us working through our orgasms, I brought Arden with me as I turned to Ell. “Beautiful, you okay?” I asked, casually, in the hopes that we didn’t send her running for the hills. “Ell, I hope we didn’t scare you.”

“You guys are beautiful making love to one another,” she simply stated. “You love each other so much, that’s obvious, but seeing it like this, wow.”

Bringing Arden into an embrace one last time and kissing him on his neck, I let go of him, closing the space between Ell and myself. Holding her close to my naked body, I asked, “It didn’t freak you out?”


Leigh Lennon is mother, veteran and a wife of a cancer survivor. Originally with a degree in education, she started writing as an outlet that has led to a deep passion. She lugs her computer with her as she crafts her next story. Her imaginary friends become real on her pages as she creates a world for them. She loves pretty nails, spikey hair and large earrings. Leigh can be found drinking coffee or wine, depending on the time of the day.


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New Release – Bound to the Hilanders

Bound to the Highlanders

by Katie Douglas

When Fiona’s third husband showed up, she knew she was in trouble…
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“I’m going to claim your beautiful pussy, then, I’m going to take it some more, whilst William claims your rear. Say, ‘yes, sir’ if you understand.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

Martin ran a finger down the length of her slit then pressed it against her bottom hole. Fiona gasped as the dewy finger gradually worked inside her.

His thrusts were gentle but firm. She was filled with sparkles as new nerves were awoken by this treatment.

Then, just as quickly as he’d penetrated her, he withdrew, leaving her panting on the bed and needing more.

He climbed onto the bed, straddled her, and positioned the head of his cock at her slit. She gasped in amazement as his huge member moved inside her. It pressed against her sheath in a way that seemed to fill her with tingles.

“Oh, please,” she moaned, pulling again at the bindings holding her wrists against the headboard.

“Please what?” he prompted.

“Please, take me hard.”

Her words seemed to awaken something in him, for he pulled out nearly all the way, then thrust back in again, going so deep he touched against her cervix and she squeaked at the sudden pain, then moaned as it turned into desire.

“That’s it. Take my big cock in your tiny opening. Lie there, bound and helpless, while I fill you.”

Martin set a brisk pace and Fiona felt herself surging toward a great climax. As her sheath tightened around his cock, he seemed to get even larger. Then, she had fallen into the abyss and was coming undone, moaning and crying out, arms quivering against the silk tie that held her to the headboard, as her third husband consummated their wedding.

After a moment, he slid out, and she pouted.

“Is this a private function or can I join in?” Graham asked from the door. Fiona reached out for him, even though he was fifteen feet away.

“The more the merrier, apparently,” William said dryly. Fiona smiled. This was better. Now she had all of her husbands. Her nervousness had faded away and been replaced by excitement at the prospect of what they were about to do with her.

Graham reached over Fiona’s head and unfastened the silk tie. She felt a little disappointed to no longer be bound and at their mercy.

“Fiona, get up a moment,” Graham said, and in his eyes she saw that he was machinating. She scrambled to her feet as quickly as possible. “Good girl. Now, Martin can lie on the bed; yes, just like that, and you can get back on his cock.”

Fiona felt a sense of joy as her pussy was stretched around Martin’s big cock once more. Then, hands gripped her hips and she felt someone else’s cock pressing against her rear.

“Good girl,” William murmured. “Let it in. Tell me if it gets too much.”

It felt like his cock was drilling into her as he kept up the pressure against her opening. When she thought something might break, it finally started to yield, and then he was inside her, past the tight ring of muscle that seemed to want to keep him out.

“How are you feeling, Fiona?” he asked tenderly.

“So… big…” she breathed. The two cocks inside her were stretching her more than anything in her life, and touched parts of her that had never been awakened before, and sparks of pure sensation seared through her core. She whimpered a little as William pressed in further.

“Such a good lass,” William remarked.

“Aye, I think that deserves a treat,” Graham said. Then, before she knew what was happening, Fiona had Graham’s cock at her lips. He ran his fingers through her hair, then gripped a good handful of her tresses and thrust deeply into her mouth.

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Welcome to Glenash: The cozy Victorian Highland village where one woman marries three husbands!

In 1875, Fiona Magellan moves from London to Glenash as she mourns the loss of her mother and father. Her kind aunt, Trina, insists it would be good for her to go to the annual Highland Fling, to meet more people from the village.

Little do they know that Fiona will accidentally marry two huge Highlanders. Then her love from London arrives and convinces her to elope, but the Highlanders catch up with them, and the mayhem really begins. But how can one woman navigate the joys and pitfalls of being married to three men, when she still doesn’t know how to bake bread?

Caution: This light-hearted Scottish historical romance with a liberal helping of myth is a reverse harem. There are elements of menage and domestic discipline. And there’s a HEA. This is NOT a serial, but it is a series of standalones.

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Katie Douglas is a number one and USA Today bestselling British author of romance and erotica. Katie is an incorrigible romantic and her books reflect that. Especially the incorrigible part. In her spare time she likes to run headfirst into impossible projects, especially if those projects involve travel and good food. Her other love is shoe shopping. If you want to find her, look for the nearest natural disaster. She’s probably in the Starbucks closest to it.

She also writes dark romance as Aria Adams.

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Blog Tour – Envy

ENVY_BT_BANNEREnvy, an all-new emotional and romantic standalone from Dylan Allen is available NOW!


If envy is a sin, then let me be damned.

Graham was born to be a star.

Once upon a time, that star shone only for me.

Now, I have to share him with the rest of the world.

For a while, I thought I could do it. Because, beneath the hypnotic smile, gorgeous body and God-given charm that made him famous, I still caught glimpses of my best friend.

Of the boy who called me sunshine and loved me.

I wore that love like a crown . . . until he placed it on another’s head.

Losing him was agony, distance felt like the only cure.

When tragedy reunites us after years apart, it only takes one touch to erase the past. Just like that, I’m back in his arms.

He promises this time will be different. But I’m afraid to believe him.

Because behind his star’s blinding brilliance is a darkness that doesn’t want to let him go.

I know a star that bright can’t belong to just one person, but my jealous heart doesn’t want to share him.

I want all of him . . . even if wanting what doesn’t belong to me leads me to ruin.


“I’ve been saving something for you,” he says softly. His breath is warm on my mouth, and I part my lips.

My pulse is thudding in my ears, but I hear myself ask, “You have?” right before his lips touch mine. It’s just a touch, reverent and tender and it says …

He lifts his lips off mine and breathes. “Can I do that again?”

“Oh, God, please do it again,” I say in between gasps of air.

This time, his lips linger, and when I kiss him back, he groans and drags his lips away. He presses his forehead to mine, his breathing ragged.

“I ache, Apollo. I’m fuckin’ dying.”

His voice is making me ache.

Inside and out.

From the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes. I wonder briefly if it’s possible that my legs are dissolving because, standing up suddenly feels impossible.

As if he can read my thoughts, he grasps my waist and holds me fast to him.

His hands. His touch. They are my body’s favorite. It’s been far too long since I’ve felt the addictive pulsing between my thighs that only Graham has ever inspired.

My nipples pucker so fast and tight that it stings.

“Graham, I need … I’m …” I can’t form a coherent sentence.

“Shhh, I know baby,” he whispers before his tongue sweeps my bottom lip. I press myself into him and whimper when I can’t get close enough. His powerful hands cup my ass, and he grinds himself into me.

I lift my leg and hook it around his waist in a desperate attempt to get closer.

More,” I moan.

“Everything,” he whispers. Then he lifts me off my feet and walks us until my back hits the wall.

He pins me there, both of his hands on either side of my head.

He holds me up with the deliciously warm and heavy weight of his sexy as fuck body and captures my mouth again. It’s messy, greedy, uncoordinated. All of our kisses are like this. Desperate attempts to make up for all of the ones that we should have already shared.

Graham’s lips pull away from mine, and they travel down my chin. I throw my head back, and Graham nips my neck before he sucks it so hard that it stings. And then he works his way down my chest, sucking, biting.

He presses his hand to the space between my breasts and with one swift yank, rips my shirt right down the middle.

“Fuck, I’ve been dreaming about these sweet nipples,” he growls before his mouth closes over one of my aching peaks. The moan that tumbles from my mouth is guttural and comes from an untouched place inside of me. I look down and gasp as waves of pleasure catapult through. The sight of his head at my breast. His eyes closed while he suckles, licks, bites, and kneads my breasts.

His hair skims my collarbones; his fresh, clean scent surrounds me. His mouth is devouring. I feel like I’m being consumed by the collective force of all of our longing and need.

Surely, it can’t be a good thing to feel so much all at once. I haven’t felt this way since …

It’s time for you to leave.

The words that I’d managed to forget now barrel through the thick haze of lust clouding my brain.

No, I can’t do this.

The master of my ruin is ravishing me, and I’m letting him.

Even as I shove at his shoulders to push him away, I writhe against him. “Babe?” He releases my nipple with a pop and looks up at me through those eyes that just make me want to forget everything and give in.

I look down at myself and stare at my still wet pulsing nipple. I want to put his mouth back. I also see the small, already dark bruises his mouth and teeth have left all over my shoulders and chest. The stinging on my neck tells me I’ll find the same thing when I look I the mirror.

“Apollo, what’s wrong?”

“Let me down.” I unhook my legs and shove at his shoulders.

He doesn’t move.

“Please,” I beg. I can’t meet his eyes.

He swears under his breath and steps away from the wall and lets me hop down. I clutch my torn tank top, mortified at how easy that was for him to walk in here and just have his way.

I step around him and run to the kitchen. I pick up one half of the stupid spatula and hold it in front of me.

“Oh, Apollo,” he sighs, his mouth turned down in the corner. “Tell me what you’re afraid of.”

“I’m not afraid. I just don’t like it.”

He throws his head back and laughs.

I see red.

“Why are you laughing? You’re ruining my life! Again!” I scream at him. I am wild with frustration and fear. Worst of all, I’m so turned on I want to shove my hand into my panties and finger my pussy until I come.

I want to do it right now. And, I want him to watch.

Oh my God.

What is wrong with me?

He’s turned me into a sex crazed exhibitionist who is ready to abandon every single one of my principles and let him fuck wherever he wants, however he wants.

All in less than four hours.

I don’t want to imagine the rubble I’ll be reduced to if I gave him more time.


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New Release – The Belle Jar

The Belle Jar
Darkholm book #2

by Aria Adams

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“Stupid girl,” Coal began, “The only way you can leave is if you surrender your soul to us. The door is a one-way ticket into this hell. And you got left on the doorstep by the villagers. If you try to leave, it saps the life force from everything inside the castle to maintain the magic that binds us here.”

Marea was too afraid to take in everything Coal said, and her eyes were fixed on the wand, with its lightning bolts. She was sure that she didn’t want it anywhere near her.

“Scream all you like, there’s nobody coming to save you,” Coal added, and Marea couldn’t look away as he moved the wand toward her. When he touched her belly, just to one side of her belly button, she shrieked as a white-hot jolt of pure agony burst through her body. It was like the wand distilled pain into its purest, strongest form and channeled it straight into its victim.

Before she got a handle on what was happening, the pain was gone, leaving an echo that lingered where the wand had touched her.

He touched it to her left nipple, and this time the pain seemed to radiate out like a gloved hand ensconcing her breast, then traveling through the rest of her body, until it converged again inside her clit. It burned unstoppably, and Marea screamed. As the pain overwhelmed her, there was nothing she could do.

The wand touched her other nipple, sending out sparks of lightning as it did, and this time, she shook as the searing agony shot through her.

“You never try to leave the castle again,” Coal told her. “Do I make myself clear?”


“Yes what?”

She stared at him, mind blank, and with no idea what the correct response was. Sir? Master? Lord? As she tried to figure it out, he walked around to where her legs were spread.

“Yes, sir,” he growled, then touched the lightning wand to her unprotected bottom hole. She screeched, then, a high-pitched keen of terror as the pain seemed to fill her entire body, outside and in, and her whole world trembled. Her ass winked and tried to clamp down on something that wasn’t there, and as she shook, a glowing sensation appeared in her pussy.

“Try again. Yes what?”

“Yes, sir!” she squeaked quickly.

“I don’t think you understand how serious this is,” Coal growled, his voice barely intelligible. “Disrespect me again, or try to escape, and I’ll attach this lightning wand to your clit, and I’ll leave you there for hours. Here’s a taste of what that would feel like.”

With icy dread, Marea tried to close her legs but she couldn’t. Instead, she scrunched her eyes up.

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The beasts want to destroy her. The mirror-world won’t let her stay. The castle hides too many secrets. What’s a girl to do? And when Marea finds out how to break the curse, is she willing to do whatever it takes to save two creatures of pure evil, to whom she is nothing?

Marea Belle was doomed at birth. In Darkholm, having red hair means only one thing: Witch.

After her parents are executed in a witch hunt, the only thing that saves Marea is the chastity device that proves her purity. Spared the flames, Marea is dumped in a sack at the doors of a cursed castle; a sacrifice to appease the monsters within.

The denizens of the castle want nothing more than to devour Marea’s soul. The huge, terrifying beasts within take her to an underground experiment room and make her their plaything. Somehow, she survives and escapes the monsters, hiding deep within the castle, where she finds a magic mirror which becomes her sanctuary.

Inside the looking glass, she falls in love with two men. But she can only remain there for a few hours at a time before she has to return to the castle and the inevitable horrors within. No-one can escape the castle, and no-one can survive the beasts within. When Marea is forced to give herself to the beasts, she risks losing herself forever, but will her sacrifice be enough to break the ancient curse?

This full-length story is grim and a little complicated. This is a dark fairytale that tiptoes on the boundary between horror and romance. It is disturbing, bleak, and certainly not for the faint-hearted.

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Aria is an author of dark erotic romance that dances on the boundary between horror and romance. Her heroes are not always immediately obvious, and neither are the villains. Her books often have elements of horror, and the characters at the end of a story are forever changed by the events that befell them. But she always makes sure there’s a happy ending, even if the characters have to work for it.

Aria also writes the warm fuzzy romance stuff as Katie Douglas, and writing as Katie, she has had USA Today and multiple number 1 bestselling books in the US and worldwide.

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New Release – Mastering Her Heart

Mastering Her Heart

from Lesley Clark

Now Available

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She captured his heart…can he become the Master of hers?

When Lainie Bryant heads to Texas to rebuild her existence, love is not on her agenda, but the hot cardiologist with the ripped abs pushes all her buttons.

Doctor Matthew Taylor, rugged and handsome, has waited years for the woman meant to be his. Lainie’s as vanilla as they come, but there’s something about her that keeps him intrigued, and when he finds out she’s more than willing to give him the control he needs, things seem perfect.

When a secret obsession comes to light, they only have each other to count on. Matthew is left wondering if he can keep her safe from his past, so they can have a future together.

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“I’m proud of you for not arguing with me, little one. Maybe you’re starting to learn,” he chuckled his response before bending to kiss her, but this was no mere kiss. The earth stopped on its axis. Her heart began to race, and she could feel it in her ears, but that didn’t matter while he was kissing her. Eventually, he pulled away and looked her in the eye, both of them breathing heavier than they had been.

“You are a gift to me Lainie, and I can’t wait to explore this lifestyle with you. I want you to get cleaned up and get the paperwork filled out. Then after you send it to me, go to bed early. You’ve had a big day, and tomorrow night will be even more.” He walked away before she could answer his demands. After a few steps, he stopped and turned. “The questions will turn you on. You are not to touch yourself tonight. Do I make myself clear?” he asked with his right eyebrow raised.

“You can’t be serious,” were the only words she managed before he was chest to chest with her, leaning over to speak directly in her ear.

“I am totally serious, Elaine. After today, you are mine. That pussy of yours is mine, and all of your orgasms belong to me.” With that, he turned and walked away, taking her breath with him and leaving her unable to argue. So, she did the only thing she could. She did as she was told.

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Lesley is first and foremost a wife and mother. She has been married for 26 years to a wonderful guy. Not bad for the marriage that nobody thought would last longer than 6 months. She has 2 beautiful daughters in grad school who have both kept her on her toes since entering this world. She has been a RN for the last 12 years and truly enjoys taking care of her patients.

Since learning how to read, Lesley has always had a love affair with words. Through childhood, she wrote short stories and always had a book in her hands. So, now that her nest is empty, she is following my dream, of becoming an author, and dreams do come true! My first novel releases April 19th.

Lesley writes stories with hot alpha men and sexy sassy ladies that will keep you on the edge of your seat from start to finish.

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New Release – War Bride

War Bride

A Reverse Harem Dragon Fantasy

from Ava Sinclair.

Now Available

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Three dragon lords saved me. Now they plan to make me their own.

When the ShadowFell dragon destroyed my village, I alone survived the slaughter. A Drakoryan rescued me from where I clung to life in the bottom of a well. From the moment Lord Turin saw me, he was determined that he and his brothers would take me for a mate.

To do so would mean breaking the rules. Drakoryans bring mates to the empire only by special permission of the witches. But as war begins with the ShadowFell, everything has changed. The villagers from across the mountains have been brought here for protection. The time of sacrifice is at end, and the Lords of Za’vol are being allowed to take me as a specially designated mate – a War Bride.

I should be grateful that the Drakoryans saved me. But I know what they are. They are drake shifters. How can I accept their dragon side, when it was a dragon that robbed me of everyone and everything I held dear?

The Lords of Za’Vol are determined to mate with me, to form a lasting bond despite my fear of them. But I want something in return. I want to be brave, so brave that no man or beast can ever hurt me again. If the Drakoryans are to claim me, they must train me to fight.


“What do you know of coupling, Isla of Branlock?” His voice is thick with desire. His cock bobs towards my hand, as if encouraging me to reach for it. I think of my mother, who raised me and my sisters to be of good character, and how she would chide me for my boldness. Still, I was always curious, and prone to eavesdrop on the young wives who went to the well to draw water.

“I know that is a cock.” I nod towards the eager rod of flesh. “It goes between my legs. Some of the women of the village said the first time hurts.” I feel my brow furrow with sudden misgiving. “Will it be worse for me? The men of my village were not so large as you, so their cocks …”

He sits up, his eyes flashing. “What do you know of their cocks?”

I pull my hand away, angry at his tone. “Women talk. All I know I learned from listening.”

Turin sighs. “Forgive me. Dragons are jealous of what is theirs.” He lifts a hand to cup my face. “There may be pain, but it will be lessened if your body is properly prepared.”

He raises himself to his knees. His cock juts from his groin like a fleshy sword. Turin reaches for the hem of my shift and lifts it over my head. His eyes caress my naked body. He trails a finger from the top of my shoulder downward, mimicking how I touched him. I feel a tingle along the path of his finger. The soft throb between my legs increases. I am wet.

“That feeling is your woman’s desire.”

I look up at him curiously. “How do you know where my desire is hidden? It is easy to see on a man.”

He chuckles. “A Drakoryan’s sense of smell is as strong as his sight. I can scent your sweet arousal, Isla of Branlock, the ambrosia of your honeyed musk. It’s but a trickle now. Let me make it flow.”

Turin wraps an arm around my waist and lowers his huge head. I feel a sudden hot, wet pressure on the right nipple of my breast. Pleasure tears through me like a spear that lodges in my quivering core. I understand now. I feel a ripple low in my belly and a steady throb that corresponds with the pulses of his mouth. The room resounds with a woman’s lusty cry. I realize the cry is mine. My head is thrown back. My long hair tickles the back of my calves as I arch my body towards the huge man holding me. The pad of his forefinger slips through the seam of my pussy, stroking the swollen folds of my inner flower. At the apex of my cleft, Turin’s deft touch finds a spot that has me moving hungrily and mindlessly against his hand.

I want to ask him what he is doing, but the words don’t come. While the women of my village spoke of pleasure, nothing could have prepared me for this. Turin’s lips press against my neck. He moves around to clutch the pale mounds of my buttocks, squeezing and spreading them. A finger slips between to caress the rosebud of my anus.

His hands are everywhere. His mouth is, too. I am helpless again as he lays me on the bed, but this is not a fight I want to win. I think of Jayx’s words and realize he was right. In this moment, the burdens of my past are lifted as I find solace in pure, feral pleasure that drives everything from my mind, even if for just a moment.

Turin spreads my legs. He is between them, peering down. His finger presses against the entrance of my virgin pussy. He looks at me with slight concern. “You are well guarded here, too, my little warrior. You will have to be brave as I shatter this shield.”

What does he mean? He does not give me time to question it. Turin slides between my legs. I feel the head of his cock press against the sensitive bud of flesh. It nudges and moves like a finger, hot and quivering, teasing the need from within. He takes my hand and lowers it so that I grip the length of his cock. I feel the surface change from smooth to ridged under my hand. I feel his girth diminish, compressed under my touch.

“I don’t want to hurt you any more than I have to.” Those are the last words he speaks before pulls both my hands above my head, before the cock teasing the tiny pleasure center of flesh slips down and slides into my need-slick pussy. My vision goes red from a sharp, unexpected pain and I scream into the mouth that has found mine.

I’m angry. I feel betrayed. He hurt me. I pull my hands from his grasp and he rises up on his arms, absorbing my pain as I pummel his chest with my clenched fists.

“Sssshhh,” he says, even as he allows me to thrash him. “Wait, my little fighter. Wait.”

My blows grow less violent as the pain recedes to be replaced by the soft throb that made me open my legs in the first place. Hands that struck now move to claw at his back with renewed need. I am mewling like a hungry kitten as Turin begins to move, his deep, certain laugh mingling with my animal cries of desire.

There is a shadow of soreness, but it is eclipsed by the pleasure as his cock soothes me with its first strokes. I feel my hips move of their own accord, following his motions with clumsy sweetness. Turin is smiling down at me. His golden eyes are gray again, and filled with caring. I close mine, unable to take all of what he offers. It feels like too much.

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About Ava:
Variety is the spice of life and Ava Sinclair writes a little something for everyone, from dark romance to menage to kinky AF age play. But the one thing that is consistent in her books are strong storylines, alpha males, and strong women whose hearts and bodies aren’t given up without a fight.

Ava lives in southern Virginia, where she enjoys hoarding books, hiking, running, spoiling her cats, and spending time with her Eurasian eagle owl, Lucius.

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Teaser/Excerpt – Night Of The Drakoryans

Night of the Drakoryans

A Reverse Harem Dragon Fantasy

from Ava Sinclair.


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I see something in her eyes now, something encouraging. It is the first glint of curiosity.

“Syrene, my beautiful Syrene. Let me show you.” As I speak, I reach for the hem of her gown and pull it up. I can feel her tremble. I can feel her tense. I hold my breath, fearing that she will bolt. But she stands still. I put my hand on the curve of her hip, and my cock bobs at the feel of her soft, bare skin. I slide it down to the front of her thigh, then to the inside, higher and higher until my hand meets tight, downy curls. I slip one finger into the seam of her pussy, dragging it upward until I find the fleshy hood at the apex of her cleft. I slide my other arm around her waist as I touch the hard knot of her clit, moving my finger in slow, circular motions.

Syrene’s eyes open wide. She rises on her tiptoes, emitting a little “oh” of surprise. I tighten my grip as she begins to wriggle.

“Oh,” she says again.

“Let yourself feel,” I say. “Let me take care of you. Let me give you the pleasure that is your birthright as a woman.”

She is panting in my grasp and moves her hands up to my chest as if to push me away. Her pupils are dilated in excitement, her full lips parted. But she is on the cusp of resisting, and I know this is because she has been conditioned to deny her own needs. I must take control, and I do. I begin to move my finger back and forth, manipulating, teasing. I am rewarded by a surge of wetness, the sweet dew of her first arousal. I sink down to my knees, grasping her hips. I cannot stop myself now, and I sense if I do, she would flee. I must take her over the edge.

I hold her tightly as my tongue dances through the seam of her pussy, lapping velvety petals blooming with arousal. I lathe her aggressively, hungrily, and she cries out. Her hands, which had been pulling my hair, now grasp it, and to my sudden surprise I feel her not pushing me away but pulling me to her. I find the little nub of her pleasure, fully emerged now, and seize it in a gentle sucking bite.

Syrene’s moan becomes a wild scream of pleasure. I grab her round ass, squeezing as I lick and suck and feast on her sweet pussy. I feel her tense and shudder with the force of her first orgasm, but I keep my face pressed tightly against her until the shudder slows to a gentle spasm. Her knees buckle as I stand, and I catch her in my arms and lay her on the bed.

I slide my body over hers.

“What was that?” she asks.

“That was pleasure’s peak.” I smile down at her. “And it was my distinct honor to guide you there.” I smooth her hair away from her face. “Did you like it?”

“Can you do it again?”

I almost laugh from happiness.

“I can do it as many times as you would like me to.”

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About the Author:
Variety is the spice of life and Ava Sinclair writes a little something for everyone, from dark romance to menage to kinky AF age play. But the one thing that is consistent in her books are strong storylines, alpha males, and strong women whose hearts and bodies aren’t given up without a fight.

Ava lives in southern Virginia, where she enjoys hoarding books, hiking, running, spoiling her cats, and spending time with her Eurasian eagle owl, Lucius.

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