a look at N.J. Young & 'Fierce Temper' @NeilaRocks @evernightpub #Erotic #Romance

Fierce Temper (Ozark Magic, #2)

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Fierce Temper             

Ozark Magic, Book 2

By: N.J. Young

Genre: Menage, Contemporary, Erotic Romance, Rubenesque, BDSM

Release Date: August 3, 2016

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Blurb

Tessa Lawson has a secret… actually, she has a few. Not only did she used to be known as adult film star Temper Jazz, but she is also on the run after witnessing a murder and stealing $250K from a drug lord. She moved to Magic to hide, but will she be able to hide her heart?

Milo Livingston has his own demons. His guilt over a horrible accident that injured a friend has left him thinking he doesn’t deserve happiness. He surely doesn’t think that Tessa could ever love him.

When Milo’s friend, DEA Agent Archer Collins comes to town searching for Tessa, the trio’s world is thrown into upheaval. Archer is intent on bringing down the drug cartel responsible for his sister’s death. He never expected to fall in love with the key witness he’s been searching for.

After an attempt is made on Tessa’s life, Milo and Archer join forces to protect the woman they care about. Will both men be able to overcome their own demons and trust Tessa with their hearts? And will their love be enough to protect her from the dangerous people who want her dead?

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About N.J. Young

I'm a Midwestern girl and a lover of coffee, live music, and horror movies, not necessarily in that order.

I've been writing all my life, and I honestly can't remember a time when I wanted to do anything but write. After many years spent suffering the trials of corporate America and writing about everything from financial risk management to software user manuals to website copy about radiators (sadly, I'm not kidding), I decided take the plunge and start writing books.

I love a good love story with super hot alpha males, strong heroines, a little humor, and a lot of suspense. Sprinkle in some sexual fantasies and a few BDSM aspects, and Boom! These are only a few of the themes you'll find in my books.

When I'm not writing, I'm probably at Starbucks, or fighting evil with the help of my husband, two children, and our houseful of animals. 

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Fierce Temper (Ozark Magic #2) Excerpt

Tessa swallowed, the heat from Archer’s touch sizzling through her. Milo’s hand slid to the back of her hair as if he wanted his own turn running his fingers through it. He caressed her hair gently, and she nearly moaned in pleasure.

This was a bad idea. A voice in her head kept saying it. But an even louder voice seemed to be kicking that little voice’s ass. Maybe the timing wasn’t ideal, but she was tired of holding back and putting up walls. She’d tried for so long not to let anyone get close enough to hurt her. Maybe it was time to just let everything go, just let herself go, even if it was only for one night.

“I uh, I mean, I’ve seen just about every emotion on your faces tonight. Anger, concern … desire? At least I think this is what desire looks like.”

“In case you’re unsure, let me clear things up for you.” Milo pulled her up so she stood in front of him. Even though she thought of herself as big, she felt dwarfed next to Milo.

When he leaned into her, her first instinct was to pull away, but Archer had backed up against her, cutting off any escape route. She began to wonder if the two of them had done this together before. They were gentle, but both of them held her firmly enough, making it clear she wasn’t going anywhere.

The heat from their bodies made Tessa’s heart pound and her entire lower half throb. It had been a long time since she’d felt this way. Archer’s hands rested lightly on her waist as he leaned in to nuzzle her hair. Milo’s big hand cupped her cheeks, his thumb rubbing sexy little circles. She swallowed hard, and suddenly found it difficult to breathe. Ever so slowly, he reached up to slide her glasses off. He folded them and handed them to Archer who placed them on the bedside table.

“What are you doing?” she managed to croak.

His hands immediately returned to cup her face, tilting her head up until her eyes met his. Those blue eyes had taken on a smoky tint, and she felt a shudder go through her body as she saw herself reflected in them.

“This. We’re doing this.” He bent his head slowly, giving her time to stop him, time to say no. But she didn’t want to stop him.

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a look at April Zyon & 'A Christmas Home' @aprilzyon @evernightpub #shifter #paranormal

A Christmas Home

www.shifters-match.com book 1

By  April Zyon

Genre: Paranormal, Rubenesque, May-December, Shifters

Release Date: December 15, 2015

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Blurb:

Ophelia Lambros thought her life was in order, until she lost her fiance and job all in one day.

She couldn’t return the honeymoon trip she'd been given so she takes the opportunity to find herself on the slopes of Wyoming on the back of a snowmobile.

Jagger Morris was perfectly happy running his repair shop in Shifter Falls, his home for years. As the Kodiak Bear Alpha, he has a lot on his plate. When a new pack asks to join them, Jagger’s hackles rise, but he doesn't know why.

When he meets his fated mate, Ophelia, she shares a piece of herself that confirms his suspicious nature was spot on. As a seer, she can see death coming their way. Can she make her new mate and his friends understand the risk before time runs out?

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Excerpt:

Throwing the wrench down onto the tool pad, Jagger scrubbed a hand down his face. There were days he loved being a mechanic. Then there were days like today where he knew he should have listened to his mother and gotten into something else. Not that he’d ever tell the woman, even if he was still speaking to her. She already thought too highly of her own opinions. Gods only knew where the woman was today, at least she wasn’t in Shifter Falls giving him even more trouble so that was good.

He grabbed the bottle of water he’d been working on and took a long haul while staring at the engine in question. He was missing something, and it was really starting to piss him off that he couldn’t figure it out.

For the last ten years, he’d been head mechanic at the only automotive shop in Shifter Falls. They were the only one there because they only hired the best and did the best work. Competitors didn’t stand a hope in hell. There had been a few other places that had tried to start up in the Falls. But they’d all shut down within a year because they hadn’t had what it took to work in such a closely knit town. That and they’d been outsiders, something that didn’t go over well with the very private residents who ran the town.

Founded by a shifter pack more than two hundred years prior, the town was home to six different types of shifters. Only through harsh laws and firm hands at the helm of each pack did it work. Especially considering the mix the Falls had running around.

There were plenty of humans living and working there, too, but the majority of the population was other. Sometimes there were problems. Sometimes there were all-out fights, but in the end they all knew they had to live together so things had better damn well work out. Which they usually did, eventually.

Moving to the open door of the bay he was working in, he stared out at the falling snow. The weatherman had predicted another couple of inches throughout the day, and more overnight. Great for all the tourists currently running around Shifter Falls in search of as many wintertime activities as they could find. It also had its perks for the business. It was amazing how many out-of-state tourists had no idea how to handle driving in snow.

He spotted a friend and lifted a hand in greeting. Conroy Hayden was the owner of On The Plate, one of four restaurants in Shifter Falls. The guy was a damn connoisseur when it came to flavors. Likely why his restaurant had managed to get rave reviews in several travel and food magazines. Since then people had come to Shifter Falls not only for the events held but in the hopes to get a table in his restaurant.

“Con, good to see you. I have to admit I didn’t think you’d actually get out during the lunch rush.”

The large redhead shrugged and shot him a smirk. “Figured I should bring you something to eat or you’d forget. Again.”

Jagger spotted the bag then and felt his belly rumble. He’d only had a piece of toast and several cups of coffee for breakfast that morning. It was already one in the afternoon and he wasn’t exactly a small guy. Waving Conroy into the bay, he followed behind the man, shooting the troublesome engine a glare. He cleared off a spot on his work table before grabbing a couple stools to set in front. He took one while Conroy unloaded the bag, hitting Jagger with the scent of cooked meat and spices. His stomach let out a hungry snarl that earned him a knowing look from his friend. Jagger held his tongue, knowing anything he said would only provide Con with more ammo to use against him at a later date.

He accepted the plate from his friend and unwrapped it. A huge pile of roast beef he knew was slow cooked, mashed potatoes, and seasonal greens from the greenhouse at the end of town. Con handed him a little container which held gravy, utensils, and a napkin.

“Thanks,” he said. Cutting off a piece of the beef, Jagger slowly chewed the perfectly cooked meat. It practically melted on his tongue. “Damn this is good,” he practically moaned. Another bite he chewed slowly. He knew better than to shove Con’s food down his throat as fast as possible. The man would beat him silly. And Con was nearly as large as Jagger. They’d both taken boxing as kids, but Jagger had plain meanness on his side. Con was a good soul who wanted to help others, which was why he’d gotten into feeding folks. He said the food was good for the soul and part of why On The Plate did the soup kitchen for those who needed a helping hand.

After finishing the meal, Jagger wiped his mouth while Con packed up the dishes. The secondary dish caught his attention. “What’s that?”

“Dessert,” Con told him.

Accepting the dish, he pulled the top off and inhaled the scent from the hot dessert. It was a crumble of some sort. Rhubarb, for sure, definitely strawberries, but there was something else. He took a bite and let out a moan of pleasure.

“I’m going to assume you like it.”

“Dude, this is spectacular. What all’s in here?”

“The usual, but I threw in some cranberries this time for a more seasonal flavor. Gives it a different taste.”

He nodded, it did at that. Scraping out the last, he licked off the spoon under Con’s knowing watch and passed it back. Another wipe with his napkin before he tossed it into the garbage closest and leveled a look at his friend. “I guess this wasn’t just your need to feed me, since you usually dump and run. What’s going on?”

“Don’t know yet but figured I’d give you a heads-up. The sheriff and a couple deputies were in for lunch today and we got to talking. Apparently there are rumblings from the city council about another pack wanting to set up shop here. They’re calling an emergency meeting tomorrow night to discuss it with the alphas and their seconds. You’ll be getting the call soon, but I wanted to let you know before you got it. I know how much you hate surprises.”

That was an understatement. The last surprise Jagger had gotten was his parents divorcing, his father leaving the Falls, and his mother hooking up with the first of many younger males to keep her bed warm. Since then he’d managed to avoid being surprised with the help of those he called and considered to be true friends, like Conroy. Without them, he’d have been caught with his pants down more than once. But they looked out for him, and he helped look out for them in turn. They were more his family than his parents ever had been.

“I’ll be ready, thanks.” Standing, he gave his friend the quintessential man hug and walked him out of the bay. He stayed there a moment longer to watch the comings and goings of the locals and tourists before turning to face his current nemesis. One way or another he was damn well going to get this thing running. Then he could take it over to the hotel and return it to the tourist to which it belonged.

“All right, you giant hunk of metal, let’s get down to business.”

a look at Jocelyn Dex & 'First Class Filthy' @jocelyndex @evernightpub #erotic #BDSM #BBW

First Class Filthy by Jocelyn Dex

BBW Billionaire Romance

Release Date: December 14, 2015

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Blurb

Shay is terrified to fly, but when Max, a sexy-as-sin man, sits next to her in first class, he provides a distraction that changes her outlook on flying and leaves her longing for more.

When she meets up with him on the ground, his sexual dominance and dirty talk bring out her inner submissive, and drive her to heights she’s never known. When she begins feeling like a prostitute instead of a sexually progressive woman, she decides to put a stop to the sexcapades.

When Max turns on the charm, will she stand her ground or bend to his will? 

Warning: Dominance, Dirty Talk, Light Anal Play, Light Choking, Unprotected Sex, and a Happily-Ever After

Rated R Excerpt

        Max pushed Shay back just enough so that he could grab a handful of her dress and pull it up, then slowly slipped his hand beneath her panties until he found her wetness. Air hissed from between her clenched teeth as he slid a finger between her swollen lips.

        “Fuck, I love how juicy you get for me. Do you know what I would have done to you if I’d caught up with you at the hotel?” He twirled the tip of his finger around her opening. Her hips jutted forward trying to make him slip inside. “Hmm?”

        “Please,” she breathed.

        “Yes,” she huffed. “Now.”

        He tilted his head back so that he was staring into her eyes, his gaze bordering on ominous. “Are you sure? You need to understand that when I fuck you, I own your body. You take what I give. I might even scare you, but I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

       Scare her? Oh hell, she should be scared that he’d said that, but with his finger stroking her clit, she couldn’t muster up the brainpower to be anything but needy for his cock.

       “I’m sure.”

        He spun her around, grabbed the back of her neck, and forced her facedown to his desk. “Don’t move,” he said. He flipped her dress up and grabbed handfuls of her ass cheeks as he ground his dress pant-covered erection into her crack. “Your ass is so sexy. So round and thick. Perfect.” He peeled her panties down her legs, and when her boots prevented him from getting them all the way off, he simply ripped them from her.

        He kneeled, spread her ass cheeks, and shoved his face between her legs, licking her from pussy to ass as he’d said. She jumped at the sensation and pushed off the desk. He instantly stood, reached his arm around her, and gripped her throat. “I said not to move. Face on the desk.”

        Not used to being bossed around like that during sex, a feeling of indignation, humiliation, maybe even shame spread through her as she obeyed. When she heard him unlatch his belt and drop his zipper, she dismissed those feelings.

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Jocelyn writes paranormal and contemporary romances that include humor, lust, love, and four-letter words on the way to a Happily-Ever-After.

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A Look At London Saint James & 'Dark Tales Diaries, 3' @LSJRomance @evernightpub #BDSM #ROTG

Today we have author London Saint James visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* London Saint James is an award-winning, bestselling author. She lives in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them. You can find out more about London and her work on her, website, her blog at http://londonsj.blogspot.com, or follow her on Twitter @LSJRomance.
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A look into...

~ Blurb ~ * For thirteen years, Tristan Blackthorn has searched for his lost love, Keira. Has the time for their reunion finally come?
* When the ball-busting Patrice Wyngate figures out she's not happy, she does what she does best—takes control. Yet hearing, "Dance for me" completely changes her life, and nothing will be the same again.
* For Zoe Harper, there would be no more dieting. The plain truth of the matter was, her no-good cheating boyfriend could kiss her size fourteen ass. Because quite simply, she found a man who was happy to show her Big Girls Do It Better.
* Hadley Cooper, Eric Williams, and Jude Jamison had been best friends forever. Yet, at some point, their time living together would end, each of them finding "the one." Only, Eric and Jude had other thoughts. They intended to make Hadley understand—Three's Not a Crowd.
Be Warned: ménage sex (MFM), BDSM, floggers, spanking ~ Excerpt ~ Everyone knows heartache. This seems a harsh statement, yet it is the one fundamental truth all of us have in common. We may allow religious beliefs to separate us. Fall behind the dividing wall of the social classes. Have varying shades to our skin. Maintain different political views or sexual orientations. We may see the world through diverse eyes and hail from dissimilar backgrounds. However, the one thing each and every single one of us comes to understand-to live is to know pain. There's no escaping. Whether we know the sorrow and grief of losing someone we loved dearly, the disappointments of deceit and lies, or the devastation of a broken heart, all of us, no matter who we are, will eventually become acquainted with heartache. The question then becomes; what do we do to survive?
-Tristan

* I placed my favorite Mont Blanc pen atop my scribbled thoughts, and stared out the office window. The setting sun backlit the city skyline in a splash of burnt umber. In just a few hours I'd be donning my Armani tuxedo and joining my audacious sister, as well my mother who flew in from France, in order to co-host the gala marking a milestone for the company Adelle and I run. The company my late father started forty years ago. But here's the thing. While most of the New York publishing world will be in attendance, armed with their celebratory faces and platitudes of well wishes, I'll be there going through the motions-forced to appear happy.
* With a heavy sigh, I rolled my leather chair back from the desk. I wasn't in the mood to celebrate. Quite the opposite in fact. After the call I received earlier today from my P.I., informing me the lead on Keira's whereabouts was another dead end, all I really wanted to do was settle into my penthouse to read some of the newest submissions to Dark Tales Diaries, and drink single malt scotch until the words blurred upon the pages. This seemed the more appropriate thing to do since the date on the calendar also marked another occasion-thirteen years to the day since I last saw Keira.
* I could still remember the facets sparkling in her aquamarine eyes. They were eyes so deep I could get lost within the depths of them. So sharp, they slayed me. So soft, they comforted me. Trust me when I say, I'm well aware thirteen years is a long time to be apart. Nonetheless, it seems only yesterday I was basking in her happy laughter. Tasted the sweetness of her lips. Felt her delicate body pressed firmly against mine. Heard her soft voice whispering naughty notions in my ear, and felt her warm breath gust across my skin. Yet, in other ways, every single minute of every single day of my unwanted separation from Keira has eroded at me like a slow drip of acid.
* Squeezing the back of my tense neck, I wondered if perhaps I should listen to Wade, and call off any further investigation into Keira's disappearance. After all this time, how could I not consider it? Maybe my sister, Adelle, was right when she said Keira didn't want to be found and I needed to let my obsession go. Could I do that? Did I even want to give up? Or was I doomed to endlessly search for answers and an unobtainable dream?
* Almost absentmindedly, I ran my fingers over the stack of mail which contained the words of so many, and plucked a pink envelope from the pile. I read the return address. Seattle, WA.
* "Are you in there, Keira?"
* Shaking my head, I sat the letter aside. I knew the truth. Regardless if I found the girl turned woman amongst the erotic tales of others or not, it didn't really matter. Simply because, what I was doing now, what I'd started with Dark Tales Diaries, was so much more than a possible means to finding her. It was my way of dealing with the loss-my way to survive. Buy Dark Tales Diaries, 3 here... Evernight Publishing | All Romance eBooks | Amazon | Amazon UK | Add on Goodreads Thank you for joining us here today, London Saint James! It was a pleasure getting to know you and your story.

A Look At Tamsin Baker & 'Stalking the Pharmacist' @evernightpub #TamsinBaker #menage

Today we have author Tamsin Baker visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* Umm…. I love writing my books and I hope you enjoy them too :)

What book are you going to tell us about today? Is it part of a series? If so, what's the order the books should be read in?
* Stalking the Pharmacist, and yes, it’s the second book in my series- ‘Perfect Pairs.’ Although you don’t ‘have’ to- reading Prowling the Vet- book 1, would make everything easier.

How'd you/your muse come up with this story?
* The perfect pairs men are all based on my very multi layered partner. The idea came from a conversation I had with him about why women like reading ménage. I believe what we are really looking for is enough sex, enough love, and men with personality traits that don’t often exist in one person. This story is based around the parts of my man that have been tortured by his past, and yet he maintains an amazing amount of humour and love in his life on a daily basis. The shifter part just came with it. I love shifters.

Describe the heroes in five words.
* Jack- Funny, crass, sexy and dominant. Scott-tortured, sensitive, loving, gentle.

Describe the heroine in five words.
* Ash is smart, loving, affectionate, sensual and a little insecure.

Who's your favorite character in the book & why?
* Oohhh…. That’s a hard one. I love my boys, and I find it hard to choose. Jack is just so hot. Talks sexy, impossible to upset and always says the right thing. But Scott is broken, and needs lots of love and affection- all traits I just adore in my men.

What's your favorite line in the story?
* Hmm….this is the set up
* (“My sons are a perfect pair. Which means that they are perfect compliments to each other, in both looks and personality. Pretty much think of it as your perfect man, divided into two.” Ashleigh laughed, the bubbles spreading through her belly and out. She had to cover her mouth with her hand, she was so loud.)
* (The line I love) :
* “Well, in my experience that would be the only way to get a halfway decent man.”

A look into the story

~ Blurb ~ * The voluptuous Ashleigh flies into a small town at the base of the Rockie Mountains for two reasons; One, a holiday to clear her head and give her some space from her abusive ex-husband. Two, to attend her gorgeous cousin’s wedding. The last thing she expects to see is her beloved cousin Laura marrying two men, and to find herself irrationally attracted to another pair of twins.
* Scientist Scott and Football-coach Jack are a perfect pair of Rockie Mountain lion shifters, who made the horrible decision when they were young to break from tradition. They each married a woman who made their lives miserable rather than search for their destined mate, and now into their mid forties they’re struggling with their everyday life.
* All the signs show them that Ash is their true mate. Jack is eager and ready to chase, but Scott’s scars run deep. Will they be able to overcome their past to create a new future? ~ Excerpt ~ * Ash let her mood sway her whole body, music in her head making her hips swing from side to side. She hummed a little and smiled to herself. Maybe she could make them some dinner? What did Jack eat other than steak?
* “You look happy, beautiful girl.”
* Jack’s deep voice slid into her ear as his arms embraced her in their strength and warmth. Fresh, spicy scents filled her nostrils. He smelled great after his shower.
* “Hmmm, I am.”
* How could she not be happy? Her body was still singing from the orgasms Jack had caused within her, and it looked like her beautiful, damaged Scott wanted to love her too. It seemed ridiculous that her life had taken such a massive shift, but she was going with it and wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
* She wiped down the clean bench for the second time, feeling the need to nest already. She could do so much with this house.
* “Hey, Jack—” She opened her mouth to ask him about the boundaries of his property, when sounds of a loud commotion outside the house reached her ears and she turned toward the sound.
* What the hell is that?
* The back door burst open and a rather red-faced teenager huffed her way into the room, followed closely by Scott, looking just as disgruntled.
* “Her? You cannot be serious, Dad!”
* Ash blinked at the younger, female version of Scott. This was obviously his oldest daughter. She had his gorgeous green eyes, square jaw, and flowing brown hair.
* “Meaghan, stop being so rude!”
* “She’s not even a shifter! How can you guys be so stupid?”
* A shifter? What the hell was a shifter?
* Meaghan growled and stamped her foot like a toddler.
* Okay, so maybe she looked like her dad, but, from what Ash had heard about the girl’s mother, she obviously had a temperament like her mum.
* Jack growled back and stepped closer, the tension in the room painfully high as the three family members postured and snarled at each other.
* That was just plain weird.
* Meaghan turned back toward Scott.
* “You’re supposed to be with mum! You never even worked on it. You’re not supposed to just give up on your marriage.”
* Scott groaned and threw his hands up in the air.
* “Meaghan, I worked on it for twenty years! I did everything I knew how to do to keep us all together. There was nothing left for me to do.”
* Meaghan growled again, louder and deeper this time, and when she spoke, her words were garbled.
* “No. It’s her fault. She broke up our family. You would have come back to mum if it wasn’t for her.”
* Scott shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest.
* “Meaghan, the marriage ended five years ago and you know it never really should have begun. Your mum and I never suited each other.”
* The teenage daughter growled in an inhuman way. “That’s not true!”
* Ash’s heart jumped in her chest as Meaghan began to change. Her body grew more hair and her face transformed into an ugly, grotesque mask. Then she was gone, and a mountain lion stood in her place.
* “Oh my God!” Ash screamed and jumped back as the animal surged toward her.
* Her men disappeared and suddenly there were three very large, cinnamon-colored cats circling each other, growling and hissing.
* No fucking way!

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Haven’t you heard about The Beast? ~ @mamaD8 @evernightpub #MWTease #holiday #BDSM

Welcome to the middle of the week!
Mid Week Tease is an event where authors are spotlighting a few lines or a paragraph or two from their stories. Readers, you get to sample some delicious snippets and be teased, titillated and tantalized into the weekend!

This week I'm happy to give my blog over to Doris O'Connor, author of Bought for Christmas. She's going to share some information before her tease. Enjoy!

* Thanks so much for having me on your blog today with my Christmas Story, Bought for Christmas. :)
* Emilia Duncan is in sore need of a miracle this Christmas, never more so then when she finds out that she has been sold to The Beast to save her father’s company.
* Not honouring the contract is out of the question. Besides, she has been lusting after Hunter Monahan for as long as she can remember. Her father’s former friend has starred in every one of her erotic dreams, since she was old enough to have them.
* A weekend of debauchery is what she signs up for… She doesn’t count on falling in love with the man behind the scars. This man she cannot resist, and as secrets spill and emotional walls come tumbling, maybe she will get that miracle she needs.
* It is Christmas, after all…

~ Blurb ~ * ~Editors Pick~
* I’m the beast, haven’t you heard...
* Christmas is supposed to be a time for miracles and one will surely be needed when Emilia Duncan finds herself sold to the beast to save her father’s company. Having lusted after the much older, enigmatic man for as long as she can remember, spending the Christmas weekend as his submissive will satisfy her raging libido, but can she protect her heart?
* Bear Shifter Hunter Monahan cannot stand idly by when Emilia is thrown to the wolves. There is only one shifter who will get his claws into her and that’s him. The contract ensures her submission for the weekend. Too bad his bear wants much more than that.
* Hunter is used to hiding behind his gruesome scars, but in the bid for Emilia’s heart, that is not an option this time. Isolated in his cabin, it’s not just the snow that melts. ~ The Tease! (a.k.a. Excerpt) ~ * “I said you’re mine, kitten,” he finally said, and Emilia’s heart leapt for joy. “You always will be, but I want to see you happy. You don’t need to be settled with a cynical, scarred bear shifter like me, especially as your father will never talk to you again, if you do.” He put his hand up when she was going to interrupt him, and continued.
* “No, let me finish. He is your father, and I know you well enough to know that you love him and that good for nothing brother of yours. Despite what you said to them when you left, you could no more turn your back on them than you could stop breathing, and that’s one of the many things about you that I…”
* His bear growled, and Emilia forgot to breathe at the struggle she sensed in him. She scooted closer and put her hand on his tense thigh.
* “You what, Sir? Please don’t clam up on me now,” she said.
* A grim smile kicked up the corner of his mouth, and she leant in closer to kiss that spot. A growl erupted from his chest, and before Emilia could blink she was on the floor with him towering above her. Right now he didn’t look very much in control of his bear, and that thought sent adrenaline coursing through her body.
* Holding himself off of her with his hands placed next to her head, and his arms locked, he ground his groin against hers and the solid heat of his erect cock meant that Emilia’s hormones took over. Moisture flooded her underwear, and her nipples tried to poke through the soft fabric covering them. As comfortable as her jumper was the fabric chafed against the sensitive peaks, and Emilia bit her lip to stop from whimpering her need.
* Hunter groaned and bending his head claimed her mouth in an earth shattering kiss that left her breathless and so needy she was going to scream if he didn’t do something other than kiss her.
* He pulled away, and the heat in his gaze sent her arousal into fever pitch. Emilia shifted her legs wider, and they both groaned as he settled himself right between her legs.
* “Fuck it, Emilia. I can’t do this anymore. I want you too damn much.”
* Hunter’s voice came out distorted, and more of his bear showed as his muscles expanded and he grew bigger above her.
* “Then have me, all of me, please.” Emilia gasped her reply, all too aware of the barely leashed aggression that poured out of his very pores. It should send her running, yet it had the opposite effect on her. Beads of perspiration slid into her eyes, clouding her vision. Trapped as she was under his bulk, her clothes felt heavy and restrictive, and Hunter seemed to burn hotter still, as he grew perfectly above her. His nostrils flared and he inhaled roughly, as though he, too, had trouble drawing air into his lungs. Emilia blinked to clear her vision, and she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the sight of his fangs. His incisors grew longer, more menacing somehow in the orange glow from the fire, and she didn’t dare breathe when he dipped his head and ran those lethal teeth along her neck.
* “This is your last chance to cry red, kitten. This time when I fuck you, I will claim you, body and soul. You will be mine, to carry my mark, so that everyone will know who you belong to. I want to cover you in my cum, bite you all over, and leave my marks on you forever. Do you understand me?”
* Emilia nodded, utterly unable to get her voice to work, and Hunter threw his head back and roared. The vibrations of that growl shook the very ground they lay on, and she locked her ankles behind his ass to enable her to grind her hips against the solid bulge in his jeans. So close. God, she was so close already, if only….
* Hunter bucked and dislodged her, until she lay winded, face down on the rug. Hunter yanked her jumper up and her leggings down, and the first hard, stinging swat of his hand on her ass took her breath away. Several more followed in quick succession, and then he lifted her on her knees, and pushed her upper body back down into the rug. Her jumper gave way with an audible rip, as he used his claws to get if off her.
* “Do. Not. Move.” Every growled word was accentuated by another swat to her ass. Heat spread across her skin, and she jumped when he replaced his hands with his teeth, while pushing several fingers into her wet pussy.
* Emilia whimpered and mewled like the kitten he called her, as he fucked her with his fingers, while marking her body with his teeth just like he’d promised, until her skin was just a mass of hot sensation. Up and down her spine into the hollow of her back, over her ass and the insides of her thighs, until she didn’t know which part of her he hadn’t reached.
* Pinned in place by his clawed hand on her shoulder, and his fingers buried deep inside her, keeping her teetering on the edge of her release, she had nowhere to go.
* Emilia whined when he withdrew his fingers, and Hunter pushed his digits, slicked by her arousal, into her mouth, and smacked her ass again. Emilia bit down, and the taste of her arousal mixed with his blood, and Hunter grunted his approval.
* “Fuck, yes. Do that again.”
* His claws sliced through her shoulder, while he dug his fingers deeper into her mouth and jaw. The pain just added to her arousal until her whole body felt on fire. Teetering on the edge, she screamed, as he ran his thick cock through her wet slit and then drove in deep.
* “I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby. You’re mine.”

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About Doris O'Connor

* Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
* There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
* She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

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