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Steamy Excerpt – Business and Pleasure by Emily Wood

Can mixing business and pleasure ever result in a happy ending?

When sexy, rich Lawrence Russo asks Mia to come and work for him in Italy for two weeks, she jumps at the chance. After all, it beats pole dancing, and the salary he offers her is practically obscene.

A relationship quickly begins to develop between the two, but Mia can't help but wonder if Lawrence's feelings for her are genuine or if he feels he's just paying for a service.

Even if their relationship is strong enough to survive her insecurities, what will happen when somebody from her past shows up and threatens to reveal her deepest, darkest secret?

Content Warning: explicit sex




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"What are you smirking about?" Lawrence asked.

"Oh, nothing." Mia downed the rest of her glass of wine as she finished her meal. Lawrence leaned across to pour her another almost instantly. "I hope you're not trying to get me drunk, Mr. Russo."

Lawrence cocked his head to the side. "I don't think there will be any need for that."

Mia bit her lip, making sure she kept eye contact. It was on.

"Why don't I get the dessert?" He got up and cleared the plates. Mia wouldn't have minded having him for dessert; his ass was just so hot in those jeans.

They kept the conversation light through dessert, but as the wine continued to flow, electricity began to build when their knees grazed under the table or their hands accidently touched. This definitely felt much more like a first date than Mia's first day of employment.

"Do you want me to wash the dishes?" Mia asked as they sat in a loaded silence.

"No, that's why I have a housekeeper. Nicola will do it in the morning." Lawrence's eyes were intense as they stared at her and Mia shivered in excitement.

"Then I think I'll go freshen up." She got up from the table and left the room. As she walked up the stairs to her bedroom, she glanced around to see if he'd gotten the message. He obviously had, he was at the doorway watching her.

So what now? Mia wondered as she finished up in her en-suite. She slicked on some extra lip gloss and pouted at herself in the mirror. Hesitating for a second, she slipped off her panties and bra so that she was just wearing her light dress and heels. There was no denying what was building between them.

As Mia left her room, she heard a soft whisper beckoning her from down the hall. "Mia." She turned to see Lawrence leaning his back against a doorframe, looking uncharacteristically boyish. His face was playful. "I don't believe I showed you my room when I gave you the tour earlier."

Mia felt a wave of desire wash over her, but there was also something else, not so pleasant, which she couldn't quite place. She swallowed and tried to forget about it, it was too late to turn back now.

Lawrence's room was huge, and she swore he must have gotten his bed custom made, because she didn't even know that they came in that size. Like the dining room earlier, the room was filled with candles and smelled faintly of vanilla. Lawrence sat on the edge of the bed and reached for her hand, pulling her toward him. He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her gently on the mouth, his eyes burned into her with longing, triggering her own reaction. She felt a tingling between her lips and kissed him back with vigor.

"You're so beautiful." Lawrence breathed in her ear. "I wanted to take this slow, but…" He didn't need to explain as she touched the hard-on straining against his jeans. He groaned quietly and traced his finger up the inside of her thigh. When he realized that she wasn't wearing panties, he pulled away from her with an expression of mild shock. But he seemed pleased and, holding her gaze, he teased her opening with his fingers. "You're wet."

Suddenly, he pushed her off him, and with one movement, he pulled her dress over her head so that she was standing naked in front of him.

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Steamy Excerpt – Make Me Stay by Ella Jade

Can the sub teach the Dom to play?

Natural submissive Gracie Miller thought she had found her other half in Cade Jameson. Not only did he help her through a difficult time in her life, in the bedroom he brought her more pleasure than she could have ever imagined. They seemed perfect for each other.

Cade knew what he wanted in the bedroom. Gracie brought out his domineering side and ignited his passion. But he feared he was too dominant for this beautiful, naïve girl, who was so young and impressionable, so he ended their relationship.

Two and a half years later, Gracie returns to town a new woman. She had moved to the city and found a "Master" who showed her what she was truly capable of. Now she's back and wants to show Cade exactly what kind of submissive she could be for him.

But after hearing all that she's experienced, Cade now wonders if he's dominant enough to satisfy her. Can he be the man Gracie needs him to be?

Content Warning: graphic sex, BDSM themes


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"I've only ever wanted you to be happy." Cade's warm breath caressed her face. "Are you?"

"I am now." Gracie pressed her lips to his and slowly inserted her tongue into his receptive mouth.

This was why she'd come. To reconnect with him. To prove to him she could handle whatever he threw her way. She could submit to him without any problems or reservations, and he should feel no shame in that.

He twisted his fingers in her hair and tilted her head back so he could gain access to her neck.

Yes, be rough.

She moved to straddle him. He stopped kissing her to look in her eyes, seeking permission. She nodded. "It's been too long."

He trailed his hands down the sides of her body and then quickly tugged her silk blouse from her skirt. She smiled as she lowered her lips to his sweet mouth and attacked with a force she didn't know was possible. She'd waited years for this moment. They'd have time for slow later. She undid his tie and worked at the buttons of his shirt as she ground her hips against his arousal.

"Gracie," he whispered against her lips.

"Don't think, Cade. Just do what you want, take what you want." She moved from his lap and crawled to the armrest of the couch, arching her backside in the air and bracing for what was to come.

She heard him unbuckle his belt and lower the zipper. She jumped when his shoes hit the hardwood floor. The cushions sank under his weight as he joined her on the couch. He moved behind her and slipped his hand under her skirt.

"Gracie." He ran his palm over her bare ass.

"I left my panties in the car because I know how much you hate them." Her voice was laced with desire. She wanted to please him. She needed to show him why she was there.

He ran his fingers over her moist entrance. "You're soaked."

"You do that to me." She pushed against his fingers as he plunged them inside her. "Oh God, so good." She rocked into his hand, trying to relieve the fire between her legs. There was no hesitation. No inhibitions. "I'm on the pill and I'm clean."

"You're the last woman I went bare with."

"What are you waiting for?" Before she even finished the sentence he slammed into her. "Cade." She gripped the armrest so tightly her knuckles were white. His thick, long erection filled her in one thrust. Calmness swept over her at the serenity she knew she'd find once they were joined.

"So tight, so wet." He grabbed her hips and pushed deep inside her.

She squeezed her eyes shut and focused on the way her body felt in that moment. She was made for him. He had to know by the way his own body was responding to her that this was right.

"Such a bad girl." He swatted her backside. "So presumptuous to show up here with no panties."

"You're balls deep inside me, aren't you?" She felt him tense up, and then he pounded harder. "Yes, Cade! F*ck me the way you want."

He growled against her neck. "I'm close." He slid his hand around her body and moved his fingers along her cl*t. "Come for me." Pulling her upright, he pressed his chest against her back. "Please."

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Steamy Excerpt – Accidental Love by Lacey Wolfe

Has Jane accidentally fallen for the decoy?

Sometimes there is only one thing to do when you get dumped—make the ex jealous with someone new. Which is exactly what Jane plans to do with Ben, an older, handsome man who has agreed to act as her new love interest.

When Ben meets Toby, Jane's unruly dog, he offers to help her train him. But as Ben helps Jane gain control of her dog, he realizes he's lost control of his feelings, and he's beginning to fall for the much younger woman.

Suddenly, Jane can't seem to remember what she ever saw in her ex. All she can focus on is the way Ben makes her feel each time he kisses her. But now the ex has decided he wants her back, and he's willing to play dirty to make it happen.

Content Warning: Explicit sex



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After getting the drinks Jane headed back to the living room and found Ben sitting on the love seat. She had options at the moment. She could sit on the couch next to the love seat or she could take the spot beside him. What the hell, you only live once. She sat next to him, handing him his drink.

"Thanks for your help today."

"You don't have to thank me," Ben said.

"Yes, I do. You didn't have to help." She stopped a moment. "Wow, I'm so rude. I've been so caught up in myself I haven't even asked why you called. There must have been a reason. Was there something you needed?"

"Actually…" He set his glass down on the coffee table. "I called because I didn't want to have to wait until Thursday to see you."

He didn't? She was off work today and tomorrow. So, she hadn't expected to see him again until sometime on Thursday.

"I like you," he said, taking her hand in his.

She set her glass down now.

"I wanted to see if you might be interested in going on a real date with me."

"You like me?" she repeated.

"Is that so hard to believe?"

"I didn't think I was your type. Don't you usually date women like Francesca?"

He chuckled. "Usually, yes."

"Well, as you can see, I'm nothing like her." She motioned toward her clothes. She wore a baggy t-shirt and a pair of jeans from the local superstore.

He pulled her toward him. "I like what I see."

"Are you okay with me being only twenty-seven?"

"Age is just a number, and when I'm with you, I feel as though I'm in my twenties again."

Her heart did a somersault and right as she was about to speak, he kissed her. She wrapped her hands around his neck and scooted closer to him. His body was rock hard, and her hands ached to explore it.

His tongue thrust into her mouth, and once again it was as if fireworks were going off behind her eyelids. She was ready to burst with desire. She had to have him. It was crazy and forward, and maybe in some way it was some fantasy she had to play out. She'd never been with an older man, and she wondered just how much more he knew than the men her age.

"You taste like heaven," he murmured.

How he was able to speak, she didn't know.

His hands teased the bottom of her shirt. "Are you okay with this?"

She nodded. Please, she thought.

He yanked her shirt off and tossed it across the back of the chair. His eyes devoured her breasts. She realized then she was wearing a plain, white bra. Why hadn't she opted for the lacey black one that morning? Though Ben didn't seem like he cared. He planted light kisses to her cleavage and let his tongue dance around the top of the bra. Her eyes closed and she decided to just feel what he was doing. To enjoy the pleasure he was willing to give.

A finger dipped inside and swirled around her nipple, then he lightly pinched it.

"Does this feel good?" he asked.

The way his hot breath felt on her skin was about to have her come right there.

"Talk to me, Jane."

Did she have to? "Yes, it does," was all she was able to get out.

His mouth claimed hers again, and he pushed her back against the couch. He wasn't gentle about it, and that turned her on even more. He was a take charge kind of man, and Jane was realizing more and more that she got a kick out of that.

Her legs spread open so he could easily position himself between them. She tugged at his shirt and let her hands slide underneath it. Rubbing her palms across his chest, she moaned. He was so hard and built. This was a man who took care of himself. Damn, she couldn't wait to see him out of his clothes.

"Uh, Jane," he said.

Realizing he was no longer feasting on her, her eyes opened and she stared up at him.

"By any chance, your feet aren't wet, are they?"

"Huh?" What was he talking about?

"I didn't think so." Ben pulled away from her and Jane looked around him. Toby had joined them at some point and was licking Ben's back.

"Oh my God!" She jumped up off the couch. "Toby, no! Bad dog! Oh my God, I'm so sorry," she shrieked.

Could this get any more humiliating? She glanced at Ben and saw he was laughing.

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Steamy Excerpt – Given by Ashlynn Monroe

In a world without choices, one woman will find herself caught in the middle of six men and the emotions they develop for her.

Krista Damiani is one of the last women on Earth, and her patriotic duty is to make babies. On her twenty-first birthday, the government holds a lottery drawing to determine the men who will control her destiny. Her "six", the men who win the right to call her their own, know they have to impregnate her quickly or risk losing her to a new "six".

As society fills with additional violence and unrest, her men keep her sheltered in a fortress of maximum security. When a mysterious man arrives and offers her the chance for freedom, will she be willing to leave the life she knows behind or will she remain "given"?

Content Warning: contains voyeurism, multiple partners, and anal sex




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Jared was the first to move. He sat down on the couch next to her. "Can I touch you?" he asked.

Krista didn't trust herself to speak, so she just nodded. Jared's hand slowly began to caress her back. Light strokes skimmed her body so gently that his soft touch caused her to relax a little. With the eyes of so many men on her, she couldn't enjoy the tender caress as much as she might have in private.

"Your skin is really soft." Jared's voice sounded strained. He began brushing the hair off her forehead. "Can I unhook your bra?"

Krista jumped. The question took her by surprise, which was ridiculous, but still the query shocked her inexperienced sensibilities. She gave him a single, tense nod. She heard the subtle sound of the stays unhooking as he pushed the small hooks apart one-by-one. Jared was infinitely tender as he pushed the lace straps off her shoulders and arms. The insignificant bit of fabric fell to the floor unceremoniously. She heard a moan and a gasp from the group of men, but she wasn't sure which ones had made the noises.

Krista managed to look at Jared. His reverent gaze made her flinch; no one had ever looked at her like that before. Prickles tingled inside her core. The first hint of excitement caused her heart to pound. Jared leaned close to her and placed a delicate kiss on her shoulder. He sat up and looked into her eyes. "You have beautiful breasts. May I touch them?"

Her heart was beating so ferociously it hurt. She couldn't speak, couldn't nod. She wasn't sure if she was ready for such an intimate touch. Her back was one thing, but her breasts were entirely different. She cleared her throat. "Start slow," she uttered quietly.

Another groan came from the voyeuristic group still huddled in the doorway. She heard the cracking sound of one of the men hitting the groaner. "Quiet," Max commanded in a loud whisper.

Krista's cheeks were burning again. She refused to let herself look at the other men and focused her attention on Jared.

"Let me know if you want me to stop, okay?" He tilted her chin so that she'd look into his eyes. "I want you to like what I'm doing. If you don't, I will stop."

Her lips pressed together tightly and she nodded, holding her breath. His fingers skimmed the flesh of her nipple so lightly she wondered if she'd imagined his touch. Then he pressed the pads of this thumbs against her skin with more pressure. She groaned.

"Do you want me to stop?" Jared asked quickly.

"No," she croaked out the word with effort.

He gave her a small smile and knelt on the plush carpet in front of her. His precise movements and quiet voice reminded her of someone trying to tame an animal. Am I becoming a tamed creature, a wild thing that needs to be broken for them to ride? Before she could let her mind go to some place dark, Jared's voice interrupted her introspection.

"Thank you for letting me touch your breasts. Can I kiss them?"

Once again, the escalation of his actions caused her a moment of panic. This time she glanced at the group standing in the doorway. They were still dressed, but she could see the evidence of their erections in the bulges of their pants and the hungry looks in their eyes. She turned her attention back to Jared, who was gazing at her anxiously. Reaching out, she touched his face softly. "Okay," she whispered, then took a deep breath, which she held.

He took her small breasts into his hands, and this thumbs swirled around the areolas and nipples gently. The sensation built inside of her and she let go of the breath she was holding. When he leaned forward and placed his lips very softly against her left nipple, she gasped, and then he sucked it into his mouth. She felt the hot wetness against her skin, and as he suckled, he varied the pressure until she cried out again. She looked down, watching his face pressed to her chest. His eyes remained closed, and she reached out to trace his eyelids softly. She ran her fingers over his cheekbones and finally allowed her hands to come to rest on his shoulders. He began tweaking her other nipple with his fingers. Krista closed her eyes and a quiet, albeit slightly primitive, noise issued from her.

She felt heat and her body seemed to hum with need. She realized she wanted more and liked the sensation. "Jared, you're wearing too much clothing," Krista told him, and she could hear the huskiness in her own voice. He glanced up at her and she saw surprise in his eyes.

He pulled away. "Are you sure?"

Shyly, she looked at him through the veil of her eyelashes. "Yes," Krista whispered.

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Steamy Excerpt – A Clockwork Butterfly by Tabitha Rayne

Lovers torn apart by duty…will Angelo and Lena be reunited?

Mankind is close to extinction. Toxins have all but wiped out the male population. The remaining fertile men are housed in manors where their seed is collected.

Lena Lee is a new collector with a rare pheromone believed to reignite human fertility. She's assigned a male who's predicted to be her perfect match.

Angelo, a clockwork butterfly maker, is held captive, his essence harvested daily by Lena. Over time, the couple begins to fall in love, something which is strictly prohibited. When their forbidden love is discovered, Lena is banished from the manor.

Torn apart by the duty that brought them together, Lena and Angelo must find a way back to each other. But even if Angelo manages to escape, he doesn't know where to find Lena. Will following the path of the clockwork butterfly lead him to his true love?

Content Warning: strong language, BDSM, and graphic sexual content, including m/f, f/f, and f/f/m sexual interaction


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Lena picked up the copper butterfly carefully in her fingertips. It was exquisite, and she never tired of studying Angelo's craftsmanship. It gently, as if it were real, flapped its wings to reveal a new delicate carving on them.

"What's this?" She sat up, tucking her legs underneath her, and tried to coax them open again. Angelo was smiling beside her.

"Touch the proboscis." He motioned and Lena reached out to the feathery spiral. As her fingertip made contact, the wings opened again and rested there for her to see the new artwork. In the most intricate script were carved the words I love you.

Lena didn't quite know what to do, say, or think until Angelo lifted the butterfly from her and tossed it up in the air, then pushed her on to her back, showering her with ferocious kisses. She watched the tiny creature flutter this way and that around the room while her body melted into Angelo's embrace.

"I want to eat you up, ravish you, and come inside you," said Angelo into her peaking flesh. When he was working her with his agile tongue, her entire skin became erogenous and she could barely think for the pleasure. Stars twinkled and burst wherever he kissed and Lena wriggled as his teeth joined in, raking her flesh and arousing every part of her.

"Angelo, stop. You've paralyzed me! Let me pleasure you now." But the truth was she could have lay there for all eternity, succumbing to his loving.

He slipped his hands up underneath her back and pulled her robe over her head, using it to pin her to the armrest. Her arms and face were wrapped in the silk while the rest of her was exposed and naked. She arched her back, knowing that he was drinking in the sight of her. A throaty groan was released from him as he touched first one nipple then both, circling them with his fingertips and then grabbing her breasts and kneading them. It was sublime and every now and then, he would lean in a little further, allowing her to feel his rock hard erection against her upper thigh. Liquid trickled from her down into the crack of her buttocks then on to the velvet sofa. She was hot and sticky and needed to part her legs and open herself up to him. Angelo had other ideas.

"Are you hot, my love?" he asked.

She could hear in his voice that he was smiling and made ready to spread her thighs for him. She couldn't. Angelo had another strap. She thought it must be the obi from his own kimono, but then realized it felt thick and lush, like velvet. A curtain tie? Lifting both her legs with one arm, he pushed the strapping under her and then over the top, winding and winding it around her thighs then knees then all the way down to her ankles.

She wriggled in her restraints, enjoying the feeling of being bound. She couldn't quite understand how he would make love to her with her legs welded together like this.

The strap was finally knotted with a snap and Angelo snaked his way back up to her breasts, caressing and teasing her. Her breath was fierce and hot and held close to her face by the silk bindings over her arms and head. Arousal was taking over and her sex felt so empty. She coiled herself around his embraces and he kissed her neck near her ear.

"Angelo, I need you." Lena was gasping and grinding her own juices into her thighs, soaking her tight constraints. "Take me, Angelo. Release me and take me!"

"I'll never release you," he said wickedly, and as if she was a rag doll, flipped her swiftly over onto her front.

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Steamy Excerpt – Forsaken Paradise by Elise Whyles

What could be more dangerous than loving a rogue?

Condemned as a rogue and punished by his master, Angrail, one of the Seven Paradise Walkers, has wandered mortal and immortal worlds for centuries. He's determined to find those responsible for killing an innocent woman and the child she carried, no matter the cost to himself.

Ephynia, a demoness with scars, has spent a lifetime serving Nerafail, Lord of the Dead. When she unwittingly stumbles upon the one being who can end her loneliness, the battered Angrail, her life changes forever.

Unknown to Angrail and Ephynia, evil lurks in the shadows. There are those who believe Angrail and Ephynia are the key to preventing a coming war—a war that they need to take place—and they seek to end their lives.

Can Angrail find love in the arms of a demoness at war with herself? Or will the secrets hidden within the bowels of their worlds destroy them before they can find peace?

Content Warning: contains violence, demon temper tantrums, graphic sex, and anal sex


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"Hurt you?" Angrail's low groan slipped through the haze in her mind.

Ephynia shook her head. It didn't hurt. Rolling her hips, she sighed as her body relaxed, accommodating his size. "I've never been with anyone as large as you." The admission was forced from her.

She moaned with the roll of his hips, the press of his thighs against her ass, his knees against her back. A faint twinge rolled along her nerves before heat suffused her body. Grinding against him, she whimpered, her eyes rolling back in her head at the waves of pleasure coursing over her.

She'd never taken a lover so deep, so hard, and the quick tumble in that tiny hotel room hadn't hinted at this. Her teeth sank into her lip, drawing a drop of blood. It rolled down her lip, dripping onto her chin and then her nipple. She swallowed a scream as his tongue laved at the nipple, swirling, teasing.

"More," Ephynia pleaded, rising and sinking, embracing the length within her. Passion flowed like wine through her veins as she worked her hips. Muffled grunts and groans from the man beneath her acted like tiny whips driving her headlong into the race for completion.

Her head thrown back, Ephynia bit back a cry at the scalding pulse of Angrail's orgasm. The rhythmic shudders, the flashes of movement from his cock, the waves of his ejaculate as it hit her cervix. Leaning forward, she met his stare, her hips rolling, grinding her cl*t against him as she sought her own pleasure.

Her teeth sank into his shoulder as her orgasm hit. Waves of color washed over her. Her body trembled, bucking against her lover. Nails scored deep furrows along his shoulders, his chest, as she hovered on the precipice of darkness before falling into the abyss.

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Steamy Excerpt – Forsaken Heart by Elise Whyles

Punished for sins not her own, can a mortal claim her vampire mate?

The world of immortals must unite to save both themselves and the mortals they co-exist with from an ancient evil.

For Bede MacTaggert this means trusting in the warrior sent for her sister—a man of mystery, of power, and one who could easily sweep her into a world she's destined to be part of.

An imperial guard to the king of vampires, Gawain has always tuned out the needs of the flesh. Dedicating himself to the service of the royals, he's lived on the fringes of his people for centuries. Now he's forced from the shadows and into the arms of a woman who will awaken his heart and body to a passion unequaled.

Content Warning: sexy alpha vampire, explicit sex, violence



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Lost in the sensations, Bede barely registered the sound of the door closing. Whimpering Gawain's name, she arched against her hand, seeking something. A muted growl drew her attention a split second before she felt someone grab her wrist. Her eyes flew open to meet Gawain's dark stare.

"Please." Her legs spread, wrapping around his leather encased hips. A sharp tug and he fell forward, his hands bracing his weight next to her head. "I need you."

"Gods above, woman, you'd be enough to tempt even the most stalwart man." Growling, he bent his head, his mouth so close she could feel his breath dance across her face. He pressed his lips to her, his tongue tracing over her lips. Sharp teeth tugged on her bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth.

Bede groaned, her hands reaching for him, arms tangling behind his head. Her tongue pushed his tongue out, sneaking into his mouth to clash with his. Hot and slick, their tongues dueled, thrusting passionately. The faint sweetness of blood on his tongue eased the hunger within her only to wake another. Her hips arched, pressing into the hot, hard press of his c*ck beneath his trews.

"Yes," he hissed, his hands shredding the bed beneath her. He groaned as her fingers pulled at his shirt, baring his chest to her gaze, her mouth. Licking along his chest, she nibbled at the exposed flesh. Her tongue swirled around his nipple, drawing it into a hardened nub.

His groans of pleasure echoed deep within her, stirring the embers of her own lust. Desire coiled within her belly, and she hovered on the edge, her mind flooded with yearning as she wiggled beneath him. The scent of her arousal filled her head, the musky scent of his lust competing to drive her to the brink.

She cried out when he pulled away, his head dipping so he could lick along her throat. He bit at the flesh of her neck, his teeth scratching the surface before his tongue laved the wound. Throwing her head back, she moaned as he trailed kisses down to her breasts, his hands cupping them. Mouth closing over a puckered nipple to lavish it with heated licks, pressing it against the roof of his mouth.

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Steamy Excerpt – Falling In Danger by Kaylie Newell

A journalist stumbles onto the story of a lifetime. And finds herself falling in danger…

When young, naïve reporter Jessica Brady is kidnapped and held for ransom by the head of an illegal dog fighting organization, undercover police officer Ian Cole realizes he's got his hands full. He's on the verge of busting the ring when he's assigned to babysit her, which isn't an easy feat. She's neurotic, feisty, and also happens to be scared to death of dogs. Now he has to figure out a way to get them both out alive.

Jessica has no idea the thug she's becoming attracted to is actually a cop, but it's clear he's not like the rest of the men in the organization. Particularly Albert Mancini, the disturbed only son of the ring boss, who has an appetite for alcohol and women. Especially Jessica.

When Ian's cover is blown, he's forced to bust the ring early. Weeks later, Jessica can't stop thinking about the experience that has changed her forever. She wonders about the tall, sexy detective who saved her life. And the mobster's prize-winning pit bull, Bruta.

An idea for a story is born. What if these dogs were given a second chance at life?

As Jessica digs deeper into their troubled world, she ends up falling for the police officer who rescued them. And discovers layers of her heart she never knew existed.

But when Albert escapes from jail, her happiness turns to terror. He hasn't forgotten about the detective who put him behind bars. Or the beautiful young woman whose every move has become his obsession.

Content Warning: Contains sensual sex and explicit language


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"You don't know me," Jessica said. "You know nothing about me, except what you saw for a few days when you were pretending to be someone else."

"I know enough." His voice softened and so did his expression. He reached out and she ducked away.

"Don't touch me."

Ian reached for her again, this time catching her by the arm. She tried yanking free, but he held on. He was strong and big and warm. Pulling her close, his eyes moved over her.

"Let me go."

"I may have been pretending to be someone else, but it wasn't all an act, Jessica."

She squirmed, her breasts pressed against the unyielding muscles of his chest. "Oh, yeah? Like what?" Her pulse hummed in her ears. One of his arms snaked around her waist, and she instinctively arched her back.

"We almost kissed. Remember that?"

"Barely." She'd always been a terrible liar.

"And I saw you naked. What about that?"

Her body was beginning to react on its own. She let him pull her closer. And didn't turn away when he lowered his mouth to her ear. The lingering effects of the margaritas warmed her blood, even as he warmed her body.

"I remember," he said, his voice husky against her earlobe. "I remember every detail."

Her belly tightened. Her heart rammed itself against her chest bone as if looking for a way through. He moved his lips across her cheek, the stubble from his chin leaving her skin tingling.

She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, a tiny sound escaping her throat. The wind caught her hair and whipped it across her face. He brushed it away and tilted her head back.

"Look at me," he said.

She opened her eyes, every ounce of anger gone, leaving only lust to fill the void. She wanted him. Probably more than she'd ever wanted any man in her life. And she didn't care if he saw it all over her face.

"Say my name," he said. "I want to hear you say it."

Her eyes dropped to his parted lips, the top slightly thinner than the bottom. Strawberry blond stubble darkened their edges. She'd wanted his kiss for so long she could almost taste it.

He remained just a few inches away, his eyes roaming her face, her neck, her hair, as if committing them to memory
"Ian," she said. Oh God.

With that, he slid a hand under her tank top, trailing it slowly up her bare spine. At the same time, he bent to kiss her, softly, until she whimpered for more. Closing her eyes, she breathed him in. She caught the faint scent of cologne mingled with the sea air. As she touched her tongue tentatively to his lips, she tasted a hint of the dark, amber beer he'd had with dinner. He caught his breath and opened his mouth wider, luring her tongue in with his own.

She could scarcely believe she was kissing him, here, on the cliffs of the Pacific Ocean. It was like a movie, the moon hanging like a spotlight in the star-speckled sky, the parking lot suddenly the most erotic set on the face of the earth.

His arms were strong and steady around her back, the hand which was up her shirt, warm and rough against her skin. She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, something she'd wanted to do since she'd sat across from him in his office, all cockiness and sex appeal. The soft blond fuzz tickled her fingertips.

Groaning, he pulled her closer, moving his hips against hers until a slow throbbing built between her legs. She reached down and touched him where he strained beneath his clean, starched khakis.


She smiled against his mouth and caught his bottom lip in her teeth.

Making a raw, visceral sound, he pulled away long enough to look down at her. His eyes were the exact color of the water behind them. Deep and blue, and full of the unknown.

"I can't stand the thought of anyone hurting you," he said. The wrinkle between his brows was back, and he looked so incredibly handsome that her breath hitched in her throat.

She swallowed, trying to choose her words carefully, wanting him to understand and knowing how much rode on this moment. "I'm just…tired of being afraid. It's more than wanting to prove that I'm not like my dad. I need this. For me."

He searched her face and after a long minute, nodded solemnly. Still holding her around the waist, he reached up and brushed her cheekbone with his thumb.

Below, insistent waves crashed against the dark, rocky shore and the breeze kicked up a notch, as if wanting to fill the silence.

"Just promise me one thing," he said.

"Name it."

"Promise me you won't do anything careless."

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Steamy Excerpt – The Cowgirl's Christmas by Patricia Bates

A sexy cowboy to unwrap…what more could a girl want?

For Holly Walker Christmas is about more than just flashing lights, it's about having some sexy time with her husband. This year, however, she's got a secret that could destroy everything…or save their future.

Content Warning: explicit sex






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"So, cowboy, what did you have in mind for this date?" The conversational tone was at odds with the lust in her gaze and her short, shallow breaths. Her red-tipped nails traced invisible lines along her cleavage, dipping down under the fabric before trailing back up.

"I thought we could stay in." Tyson reached out with a finger and eased the strap of her dress down a little further on her shoulder, leaving the silk hanging off a turgid nipple. "After all, I'm starving."

Throaty and flirtatious, her chuckle warmed him and he shifted, his hand going to adjust his erection. Tyson reached for her glass and sat it on the table next to his. He stepped closer to her, his gaze darting over the uncovered flesh. One hand moved up to trail across her graceful neck and tangle in the mass of curls behind her head. He felt the shudder that raced through her body. Her flesh puckered into gooseflesh when he blew across it.

Tyson met her eyes, watched the pupils dilate even further and the lust stand out. Her lashes lowered to half-mast. A flush climbed her cheeks. A tiny gasp escaped her as he leaned forward, the stubble of on his chin scraping along the column of her throat.

Spicy and erotic, the aroma of her perfume rose in a cloud around him. He breathed it deep into his lungs and wallowed in the familiarity. He trailed his lips across her jaw to her ear. The lobe slipped into his mouth easily. He nibbled and suckled it until she clutched at his biceps. His tongue tangled with the diamond stud in her ear, moving it within the small hole delicately. With his teeth nipping at the flesh, he chuckled at her moan. A tortured groan slipped past her lips as he pressed a hot, moist kiss below her ear. He trailed down the smooth skin, his nose buried in her hair. Suddenly, he grabbed at the tender flesh and bit down gently.

A small cry of pleasure echoed in his ear as her nails dug deep into the muscles of his arms. Her hair cascaded over his arm as his fingers crawled into the knot of hair to knock the pins loose. He pulled gently, tilting her head to expose more of her pale neck. He nibbled down the column to lick at her pulse.

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Steamy Excerpt – A Heart's Endeavor by Mary Wehr

There are times when it's best to allow your heart to overrule your head.

Being diagnosed with depression not only messed up Melanie Manning's life, but her marriage as well. Her husband made it very clear that he considered her "damaged goods" and he didn't have time to coddle a mentally ill wife. After his sudden death, Melanie knew she was destined to be alone. Loneliness sounded a hell of a lot better than exposing her illness to another man. Her self-esteem couldn't survive another blow.

When state trooper Jack Horan meets Melanie, the attraction is immediate. Her deep blue eyes make him weak in the knees, but those eyes also hold a hint of sadness. Jack is determined to wipe away her pain, but how can he do that when Melanie refuses to let him get close to her?

Can Melanie learn to face her fears and trust her heart in the hands of another man?

Content Warning: some strong language, spanking, and sex play with a piece of fruit wielded by a hot guy in uniform.


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Mel's heart beat a furious tattoo all the way home. She couldn't wait to see Jack. The last few hours at work seemed to drag on forever. She pulled into her driveway and saw him leaning against his Durango. His arms were folded over his chest and his legs were crossed at the ankles. He pushed away from the vehicle and was by her side as soon as she switched off the ignition. He opened her car door and held out his hand. Mel placed her hand in his and allowed him to pull her to her feet. He fit his body flush with hers.

Mel basked in the warmth of solid muscle and sinew. He smelled so good and felt even better. She rubbed her lower body against the hard bulge pressing against her belly. A low growl reached her ears. She threw back her head and asked innocently, "Is there a problem, officer?"

Jack narrowed his eyes. "You know damn well there's a problem, young lady." He pushed her gently in front of him and smacked her on the behind. "That's for teasing me." They reached the front door and he drew her to a stop. He cupped her jaw and kissed her mouth. "Hmm, you taste like vanilla." He licked her throat and nibbled at her ear. "All over."

Mel grew hotter by the minute. That smack on her butt had not only warmed her backside, but had the pulse between her legs doing a tango. She angled her head to one side so he had better access to her skin. "All over?" she asked breathlessly.

Jack switched his attentions to her other ear. "Yep, all over, and as a matter of fact, I'd like to reacquaint myself with that taste." He continued to ply her throat with kisses. "I'm hungry." Those two little words sent a pierce of white hot heat to Mel's womb. "Come on, let's go inside. I can't wait to get my hands on you and my mouth on your sweet flesh. Then I want to make love you."

Oh God. Mel fumbled with her keys. Her heart pounded with such force it was a wonder it didn't pop out of her chest. The minute she unlocked the door Jack yanked her inside and backed her against the wall. With one hand he captured both her wrists and pinned them high above her head. He slammed his mouth onto hers and slid his knee between her legs.

A myriad of sensations assaulted her body, but Mel centered her attention on the solid length of muscle wedged against her vagina. She arched her back and pressed closer to his heat.

"That's it, baby." Jack's breath fanned her ear. "Rub that sexy body against mine." He ground his thigh against hers. "Come on, show me how much you want me to make love to you."

Mel's breath came out harsher and harsher at his coarse language. Higher and higher she climbed. "Oh God, Jack. I'm coming." She let out a wail as a wash of fluid flooded her panties. Her knees buckled, and she would have fallen if not for Jack's strong arm around her waist.

He hurried her into the kitchen and pulled her shirt over her head. With nimble fingers he unhooked her bra and cupped her breasts. He suckled her nipples. Mel had barely enough strength to lift her arms and lock her fingers around his neck. She held on for dear life as he lavished her breasts with his tongue.

"I have to taste you again, Mel. Please, let me taste you again."

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