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Sweet Sacrifice

Title: Sweet Sacrifice
Author: L.D. Rose
Genre: Fantasyy/ Paranormal

Blurb: Former navy SEAL Sebastian “Bash” Lockard died in Afghanistan after leaping on a grenade to save his comrades. Little did he know his act of heroism would grant him a ticket into Heaven’s elite army as one of the few and powerful Archangels. Struggling with his new existence, Bash still retains his human memories, leaving behind a wife he loves with all of his heart. Although he’s forbidden to see her, he can’t resist her lure, or the mortal desires he harbors for her.

As a young widow and nurse, Irene Lockard still mourns her husband two years after his untimely death. His absence is everywhere, and when her best friend weds, she hits an emotional rock bottom. As if summoned from the skies above, Sebastian appears before her, and they share an unforgettable night. But when he once again vanishes, she wonders if she’s truly gone mad with grief.

The only way Sebastian can remain with Irene is if he makes the ultimate sacrifice. But will she overcome her fear of losing him again to another war?

Sexy young couple kissing and playing in bed.

Excerpt: Bash’s gaze caught on a couple on the dance floor, the sight of her sinking into him like hooks and bringing him to a standstill.

With her dark curls springing over her shoulders, she spun across the hardwood, her pale gray dress flowing around her. Much like in his recent vision of her, she tipped her head back and laughed, beautiful, stunning, her smile as bright as the yellow calla lilies tucked in her hair. She swayed with a man in dress whites, a Marine, another fucking soldier she didn’t belong with. And as the rain of realization became a downpour of comprehension, he remembered the engagement, where Claude proposed to Lucille—at their wedding—right before Bash left for another tour of Afghanistan.

“Bash?” Gabriel stepped in front of him, blocking his view, pale eyes narrowed.

Bash’s hand slammed into Gabriel’s chest, pushing him away as he lurched forward. Gabriel reacted faster, though, snatching his arm and wrenching him back at least four feet. Bash lunged again and the Arc’s hand fisted in his white button-down shirt.

“Don’t,” Gabriel growled, all humor draining from his angular face and setting his expression in stone. “Do not.”

Bash’s heart punched at the angel’s fist, every fiber of his being burning with the urge to run to her, to wrap his arms around her and feel her body against his one more time. Envy, rage, longing, and sadness blasted through him in a toxic tornado of emotion ready to whip this place into oblivion.

He nearly ground his molars into pulp. “Let. Me. Go.”

“You are dead, Sebastian. You’re no longer part of this world. All you’ll do is bring her pain, bring yourself pain. Don’t do this.” Twin streams of air whistled from the Arc’s nostrils as he shook his head. “I should’ve never brought you here.”

Bring him pain? More pain than he’d already endured? No.


Review by Amber: I am going to give this novel 4.5 out of 5 stars. This is another wonderful book in the Soulmate Tree series, where the tree actually takes more of an active role in the plot.
WE get to meet Sebastian, who was recently raised up from Purgatory and is having a hard time adapting to becoming and Arc Angel. He is paired with the Arc Angel Gabriel, while he is in training. He feels like a failure when he is hunting for daemons, since the particular demon he is hunting keeps eluding him.
The author does a great job of showing his frustration, his feeling of worthlessness, and his awe and confusion he feels around Michael. Things get worse for him when he is forced to go to a wedding with Gabriel to get his mind off his recent failure and sees his wife.

There is no way he can stay away from her, and violates one of the biggest rules of angels, don’t reconnect with your past. His wife Irene has been suffering ever since her husband was killed in the war. When she sees Sebastian at the hotel she is staying at, where he caught her after she threw herself of the balcony of the hotel, she believes she is having a psychotic break. The love between these two people is strong enough to conquer even death.

Sebastian finds that he cannot just leave her after one night, although that does put her at risk from the demons and other nasties that he is fighting. This is brought to reality when the demon that he was hunting takes on her shape and he finds himself unable to kill it.

When he is going to be honored by becoming a full Arc Angel, he is thrown into turmoil. He will have no freedom and will constantly be fighting. When he is caught with his wife, he is brought before the angels for judgement. Irene does not expect him back, and the soulmate tree appears bidding her to climb. She tries to throw herself into the river from the branches but finds herself back in bed. When her husband appears and both are drowning, the tree offers a root to help them up.

One of my favorite moments is when he kneels in front of her at the ocean and tells her that he would love over everything. If he had a choice he would stay with her forever.

What I found a little difficult is the fact she believed it was her husband almost right away. But other than that, it was a great read with deep emotions flowing through it. Friendships, romance, confusion, and duty before love.

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Par For Cinderella

Title: Par for Cinderella
Author: Petie McCarty
GENRE: Contemporary Romance

Billionaire Aidan Cross longs to escape his life of celebrity and become a regular guy, if only for a brief time. His chance comes when his yacht breaks down near quaint Cypress Key, Florida—the site of his planned five-star golf resort. The golf resort no one in town wants.

Casey Stuart has given up her dream of escaping to the big city. She refuses to desert her uncle, even when he hires the new stranger in town to replace her at their golf course. Casey vows to steer clear of the stranger called Aidan and the danger their inescapable chemistry provokes. Aidan’s stay is temporary, and falling for him promises only heartbreak.

When Casey discovers Cypress Key’s mayor is making underhanded business deals, she ends up on the wrong side of the powerful autocrat. Aidan steps in to rescue her, but secrets from his past threaten to bogey their new-found relationship.

Excerpt: Aidan hurriedly finished his sandwich and chips, anxious to get back to the clinic to check on Casey, Frank’s warning notwithstanding.

Frank got the message. They swiftly locked up, climbed into the truck, and hustled back to the clinic. Oddly, the back of Aidan’s neck prickled like it always did when danger lurked nearby. He glanced over at Frank, but the man just looked grim again, seemingly as anxious to get back to Casey as Aidan was. He tossed off the weird prickling sensation as leftover adrenaline and nerves. Until he and Frank stepped into the clinic.

A barrel-chested, gray-haired law officer stood in the middle of the waiting room. The embroidered stitching over his pocket read, Sheriff Sam Watson. “You Aidan?” he asked.

He nodded, the neck-prickling expanded to full danger mode.

“What’s your last name?”


“I need to see some identification.”

“Why?” Aidan asked again.

He probably wouldn’t have been difficult if he didn’t have a crack team of lawyers in his back pocket, which was all his back pocket held at the moment since he’d gone and left his ID and wallet on the yacht.

“Because I asked,” Watson snarled.

Aidan didn’t care for the belligerent attitude. “It’s Doe,” he said, just to be stubborn.

The sheriff glowered. “Aidan . . . Doe, you’re under arrest for assault.”

Watson handcuffed him, read him his rights, and then marched him straight out the door to the waiting cruiser.

Aidan didn’t know which felt worse. Being arrested for the first time in his life or the look of anger and betrayal on Frank’s face.

Review by Emily: This is an awesome book, full of action and passion and so much romantic tension. I loved it. Five stars!

If you like golf, or even if you don’t, this is a great book that brings tension to a normally (to me) boring game. And it does it in a way that makes the reader feel like golf games are the place to be. The two main characters, and all the rest, are believable and three-dimensional.

If you’re interested in a new take on the Cinderella story, complete with a godmother and evil stepmother, check out “Par For Cinderella.”

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Petie spent a large part of her career working at Walt Disney World — “The Most Magical Place on Earth” — where she enjoyed working in the land of fairy tales by day and creating her own romantic fairy tales by night, including her new series, The Cinderella Romances. She eventually said good-bye to her “day” job to write her stories full-time. These days Petie spends her time writing sequels to her regency time-travel series, Lords in Time, and her cozy-mystery-with-elements-of-romantic-suspense series, the Mystery Angel Romances.

Petie shares her home on the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee with her horticulturist husband, a spoiled-rotten English Springer spaniel addicted to pimento-stuffed green olives, and a noisy Nanday conure named Sassy who made a cameo appearance in Angel to the Rescue.

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Taken by the Beast

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Author: Anya Summers

GENRE: Erotic Paranormal Romance


Gemma’s life was nearly perfect. She’s just graduated from college and is heading off to graduate school in the fall. She and her best friends are taking a trip she’s always dreamed about. Only, nothing goes as planned. After being chased on the streets of Dublin by a freaking monster, they get sucked into a portal and wind up on another world. As in, not Earth. Now she can’t find her friends, but there is this really hot, naked guy who calls himself a king and is offering her aid.

There’s only one teensy little problem: He says she’s his mate and is planning on keeping her—forever. Oh, and there’s one more thing: He’s a beast most of the time. And Gemma has to decide if she’s willing to give up everything for the one man she’s meant to be with in the universe.

Excerpt: Moira’s scream joined Anna’s. It wasn’t a hallucination. It was a fucking monster, its wingspan wider than the street as it hovered above their heads. Great charcoal leathery wings flapped, generating enough wind to power a turbine. Its body was large, at least seven feet tall, its chest wider than a doorframe and completely bare. Its arms were muscular and thickly formed; she could imagine the thing benching tractor trailers as if they were toy cars. Its legs were hewn like tree trunks and covered by some sort of black material. But it was its hands that drew her attention. They were huge and tipped with claws. Its face appeared hard as granite, with two black horns curling at its temples. The thing’s eyes flashed with an inhuman silver.

It wasn’t human.

Well, duh? Score one point for the scientist.

It took every ounce of self-preservation inside Gemma not to upchuck. The Guinness still swimming in her veins, which had been warming her from the inside out, turned to frost. She shook. Fear unlike anything she had ever known settled over her. What the fuck was this thing? Why was it hovering over their heads?

“Run,” Gemma cried. She grabbed Moira’s and Anna’s hands when they didn’t move, too frightened by what they saw. Not that she blamed them. Gemma was terrified. Wanted to pee in her pants, she was so scared. But her survival instinct kicked into overdrive.

Perhaps it was the fact that Gemma had always been on her own. As an orphan, she’d had to rely on herself for the first half of her life. If Anna’s parents hadn’t fostered her and brought her into their home her freshman year of high school, she wouldn’t have known what a real family was supposed to be like.

She gripped her friends’ hands, tugging them with her. Their cries shuddered on weak gasps as they followed. Gemma took the right turn Anna had suggested moments before, hoping it would lead them in the direction of their hotel and safety.

Panic gripped her. The street they’d taken, that she had dragged her best friends down, wasn’t an escape. It was a trap.

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Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Anya grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Anya never did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with an M.A. in History.

Anya is a bestselling and award-winning author published in multiple fiction genres. She also writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance under the name Maggie Mae Gallagher. A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She currently lives in the Midwest with her two furry felines.

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Priscilla Widows of WIldcat Ridge

Priscilla, Widows of WIldcat Ridge Series, Book One
Author: Charlene Raddon
GENRE: Historical Romance (Western)


After losing her father and husband in a mine disaster, Priscilla Heartsel faces poverty and eviction from her home by a heartless mine owner. Tricked into a bank robbery gone wrong, Braxton Gamble finds himself shot and unconscious in Priscilla’s bed. Can they survive long enough to find a love more precious than gold?

After the disaster, the women had acquired a school bell which they mounted on a pole in the center of town by the jail, with a long rope hanging down so anyone could ring out a warning if trouble showed up, like outlaws or Indians. But the bell was too far away, and her problem less serious than outlaws or Utes.

Or was it? She had no idea who might be in her room. The erratic footprints indicated the intruder was ill or injured. How dangerous could an injured man be?

A dash to her father’s room armed her with his army revolver from his desk. Her husband had taught her to shoot. If the intruder intended to ravage her, he would be disappointed. She’d shoot him before she’d allow that.

A cautious peek inside her room showed nothing, only half the space being visible from where she stood. Taking a deep breath, she slipped around the corner, gun held ready.

A strange man lay on her bed, face-down, asleep or unconscious. His boots, coat and shirt lay crumpled on the floor. A gun-belt encircled his hips, the gun beside his hand. Congealed blood pooled beneath him staining her coverlet. He appeared dead.

A scream rose to her throat. She swallowed it. One did not scream indoors.

She picked up his Walker-Colt six-shooter and deposited it in a drawer of the bedside table and slipped her father’s gun into her skirt pocket.

Standing back from the bed, she prodded him with a cold poker from the small stove in her room. “Mister? Can you hear me?”

He didn’t stir.

“Mister?” She stepped closer and poked him again, terrified he would jump up and grab her.

Nothing. Lord have mercy, she had a dead man in her bed!

She returned the poker to its place by the stove. A blanket. Or a sheet. She needed something to cover him with. A summer blanket from the trunk at the foot of her bed would suffice. As she laid it over him, he moaned.

He was alive!

Unconscious, but alive.

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Charlene Raddon’s first serious attempt at writing fiction came in 1980 when a vivid dream drove her to drag out a typewriter and begin writing. Because of her love of romance novels and the Wild West, her primary genre is historical romance. Kensington Books originally published five of her novels. These were later released as eBooks by Tirgearr Publishing. Currently, Charlene is an Indie author with . She also designs book covers, specializing in western historical.



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Powerful Destiny

Title: Powerful Destiny
By: Tricia McGill
Genre: Historical/reincarnation

Blurb: Can love span time?

It is 850 AD and Norse warrior Rolf lands on the shores of East Anglia determined to take revenge on a Celtic clan. Following a fierce battle, where the Celts are savagely killed, Rolf comes face to face with the daughter of the slain Celtic leader. So, stunned by the beauty, along with the courage of Brigid, he is convinced that his Three Fates of Destiny brought them together. Resolved to make this woman his own, he spares the lives of the captured Celtic women and children and takes them back to his homeland across the ocean.

Strangely drawn to the Norseman who is so sure they are destined to be together, Brigid must fight against succumbing to the wishes of the man who killed her father. Nevertheless, to save her fellow Celtic captives from slavery or worse, Brigid must keep a bargain with the Norse leader—a bargain that will see her tied to him forever.

In present day Cornwall, naturally shy Rolf shares his secluded lighthouse with his wolfhound. An artist, he delights in the rugged scenery and ever-changing weather. While in the nearest bookshop one day, he meets a newcomer to town. Brigid’s unusual personality strikes a chord with him. Not only are both convinced they have met before, but their fascination for Viking and Celtic history forges an unusual bond between them. Outspoken and forthright, Brigid sets out to break down the barrier of reserve and caution Rolf has erected over the years. Is it simply whimsy or can lovers across centuries be reunited?

Excerpt: She made a small sound of derision before muttering, “You have already harmed us by taking away my father and our brothers and kin.” The forlorn note in her voice made him want to console her.
But even if he wanted to, Rolf knew that he must not show this woman tenderness in front of his fighting men. “We are men; it is our way to fight. Your men knew this fact also and fought valiantly. And be warned, my men will take what is rightfully theirs if you do not order your women to come out now. I am sure none wish to die, and you will find that Norsemen are not wicked.” Some were, but he was not about to admit to that. The other Celtic women must take what was their fate and make the best of it.

Review: I am going to give this wonderful novel 4.5 stars out of 5. You are drawn into the wonderful, rich history of the Vikings and Celts. The only issue I had with the book was that it was too short and so the love story was hurried.
I enjoyed the strong character of Brigid, who would have rather fallen upon a sword then be captured by Rolf. Her loyalty is clearly shown when she is given a choice to either become Rolf’s woman or her countrywoman would be allowed to become slaves and no longer under his protection. This meant they could be either ravished or sent out as slaves. She is very much surprised on how much her passion is aroused when they make love.
Rolf is portrayed as a different type of a Viking, he cares for what happens to those that are weaker then him. His fascination and love for Brigid is fated to be. He makes sure that she is comfortable and all her needs are met. What he doesn’t know, even though there was an oracle who predicted something would happen, was a woman who tried to poison Brigid. She thought that if Brigid was out of the way, he would marry her daughter.
Hen we are brought to the future to two people who have he same name, and both have a fascination with Viking and Celtic history. When they meet in the book store the author does a great job of showing their attraction to each other and the confusion as to why they should feel like this. Neither one wants to let the other leave their sights, and both feel the pull that is like they knew each other from long ago.
This is full of such romance, loyalty, and history that I would highly recommend it to anyone who enjoys these topics.
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Author Bio and Links: Award winning author Tricia McGill was born in London, England, and moved to Australia many years ago, settling near Melbourne. The youngest in a large, loving family she was never lonely or alone. Surrounded by avid readers, who encouraged her to read from an early age, is it any wonder she became a writer? The local library was a treasure trove and magical world of discovery through her childhood and growing years. Although her published works cross sub-genres, romance is always at their heart.
Tricia’s love of animals has always shown up in her books. Tricia devotes as much time and money as she can spare to supporting worldwide conservation groups and is passionate about supporting those who do all they can to preserve our wildlife for future generations, especially elephants and orangutans who seem to be getting the raw end of the deal even in this enlightened age. She also volunteers for a local community group that helps disabled adults and children to connect to the internet with provided computer equipment. When people ask what she does in her spare time she is heard to ask, “Spare time, what is that?”
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Title: Crimson
Author: Tamela Miles

Review by Emily: I am giving this book 4.25 out of five stars. The two main characters and the villain were all believable.

However, I found some of the secondary characters to be lacking motivation. For example, Delilah‘s younger brother is described as a gambler. A compulsive gambler. And yet he gives up his gambling without any qualms or resistance. This seems unbelievable to me.

Also, while the two main characters are believable as I said, they seem to have no life beyond the page. They are not three dimensional. That being said however, if you like fast paced action and a love story that is believable and intense, this is the book for you.

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Another Five Minutes

Title: Another Five Minutes
Author: Destiny Booze
GENRE: Romantic Suspense

Loving him is easy.

Fearing him is necessary.

Trusting him could be a deadly mistake.

Born deaf and living with an anxiety disorder, Brooke Hartley manages life in five-minute intervals. It’s all she can do to get out of bed each morning. She’s hidden inside her sister’s apartment for over a year.

Everything changes when Brooke’s sister goes missing. Her fragile world crashes. She is desperate to find her, and she’ll need help.

Haunted by a past he needs to forget, Scott Derrico keeps to himself until his gallery manager, Autumn Hartley, suddenly disappears. He is forced out of his isolation to help a woman that needs him with a terrifying intensity.

Scott tries to deny his attraction to Brooke. He doesn’t want to get emotionally involved but he craves her like nothing else. And, for her, he is a dark and sexy diversion to overcome her fear.

With a genuinely flawed and relatable heroine and a mysterious and protective hero, you won’t want this love story to end. You’ll beg…for another five minutes…

Scott stopped so he could stare at Autumn’s sister. He’d forgotten—again—that she was coming. Maybe if he’d remembered, he would have been more prepared.

Brooke was absolutely beautiful.

Her eyes met his, and he couldn’t look away. Those large, gorgeous eyes held him in place better than steel bars could have. He could stare at those eyes for the rest of the day, or week, or longer.

He suddenly remembered his manners. He’d told Autumn he would make this easier for her. He forced a polite smile, completely aware his behavior was not going unnoticed.

With a pointed stare, Autumn stepped toward him. “What’s wrong? And don’t answer where she can see you. She reads lips.”

He turned sideways, away from Brooke, opened his mouth to respond, and shrugged instead.

“Did you change your mind about her working here?”

“No, of course not.”

“Okay. So why are you looking at her like that?”

Again, he shrugged. What was he supposed to say? Sorry, but I don’t want to have the hots for your sister. You should have told me she was so beautiful.

“Oh,” she said, her eyebrows lifting.

Oh? What the heck did she mean by that?

“You realize I have a picture of my sister on my desk, right? It shouldn’t be a surprise to you that she’s pretty.”

He hadn’t noticed the picture. Obviously. And, she was way more than pretty.

Her look of surprise suddenly changed. “Scott, don’t you dare make a move on my sister. I mean it. That’s the last thing she needs right now.”

“That won’t happen.”

“Good. Now, please turn back around and say hello. I want her to feel welcome.”

Right. He turned back, shoved his hair away from his face, and instantly went right on staring. “Hey. Welcome to the team.”

Was that his voice? It was much softer than normal. He had to snap out of this.

She gave such a small smile that he wondered if he imagined it.

Had she understood what he’d said? Maybe he hadn’t spoken slowly enough?

He looked back to Autumn to make sure she wasn’t still glaring at him. She was. Oh hell. He walked away to his studio. This day was not going to get any easier.

Review by Emily: No doubt, Five More Minutes deserves five (5) stars. Great depictions of disability (speaking as a disabled person) and debilitating panic. Excellent plot, passion, and character development.
This being said, I have two issues with the story, neither of which is major enough to interfere with the full five-star rating. When the main female protagonist, Brooke, has her ribs injured, she gets over it awfully quickly. Quicker than should happen outside a paranormal story. My second issue is with the stalker, Vicky’s, reaction to being stopped. According to my research, stalkers will *not* stop unless someone stops them and Vicky just gives up.
These are minor issues, however. The rest of the reactions are believable and true-to-life, including the sister accepting her neglectful boyfriend back into her life at the end. I liked that everything wasn’t “happily-ever-after” for everyone. It made the story more authentic.

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Destiny Booze is an interesting name, true? Destiny’s mom found her first name in a romance book. Her last name was a gift from the man she loves.

She writes novels with intense conflicts, ongoing suspense, romance, and happy endings. She grew up at a campground where she spent her summers working long hours mowing, cleaning bathrooms, lifeguarding, and leading activities.

Destiny resides in Botetourt County, Virginia where she strives to be the best wife, mother, and writer that she can be. Her family is always priority number one. Other things of great importance to her are friends and her readers!

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A Match for the Marquess

Title: A Match for the Marquess
Author: Lillian Marek
Genre: Historical Romance (Regency)

Blurb: Decisions, decisions…

Should Lady Anne Milhaven marry the wealthy and handsome young marquess, or should she resign herself to living out her life in poverty and disgrace, exiled from the world she was born to?

Should Philip Tremaine, the new Marquess of Penworth, redeem his honor and marry the proud and beautiful earl’s daughter whom he has unintentionally compromised, or should he prove himself as dissolute as his contemptible family?

They are not fools, but marriage is only the beginning. Now can they learn to work together and thwart the vile plots of their scheming relatives?

A Match for the Marquess is the prequel to the Victorian Adventures series.


Lady Hadlow arrived first. The feline smile she turned on Anne was clearly not intended in friendship.

“My dear child,” she said, “you must be quite overwhelmed with all that is happening. It hardly seems right for such a little innocent to be married off to a man of such wide experience as Penworth. Do feel free to ask if you have any questions about how to please a man.”

Anne started to freeze up so she could allow the comments to slide past without touching her, the technique she had perfected while coping with the Craddocks. Then she realized that she did not have to retreat. Thanks to Penworth, she now had a place of her own, a standing quite as secure as that of Lady Hadlow.

She offered a smile as sincere as Lady Hadlow’s. “Oh thank you so much, Lady Hadlow. Not every older woman is generous enough to offer the fruits of her experience to the next generation. I am sure we could all profit”—here she gestured at her new friends, who were listening avidly to the exchange—“from the lessons of your many years in…society.” She lifted her hand to her breast so that her betrothal ring glittered in the candlelight.

Lady Hadlow had not been expecting any riposte, and since she was staring, mesmerized, at the ring, it took a few moments for the import of Anne’s words to sink in. Her eyes widened, and her fingers curled. “Next generation! Why you little chit…”

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Don’t Let Go

Title: Don’t Let Go
Series Title: Darkest Desires #1
Author: Lynn Burke

Blurb: Troy Jenner’s ex called his desire to be dominated sick. Divorced, shamed, and stripped bare of his assets, Troy is gifted a three day pass to Monique’s, Baltimore’s elite sex club. He hopes to discover the depths of his desires, not fall for the Domme with a turbulent past in her eyes.

Barista by day, Mistress by night, Jaycie Atkins is the Domme assigned to fulfill submissives’ fantasies of pain with pleasure. To conquer her childhood trauma, she learned to be powerful and prudent. Always giving, never receiving. Always in control—until Troy’s grateful groans after every whip of her flogger threaten to slip past her Domme defenses. The warmth in his eyes tempting her to trust him like no other.

Will Troy’s patience and persistence in breaking down her walls pay off, or will he be forced to accept the fact Mistress will never let go and give him the collar and second chance at love he longs for?

Fiery First Chapter:

Don’t Let Go
Darkest Desires 1
By Lynn Burke

Chapter One
I knelt in the middle of the dungeon-like room as I’d seen on the countless BDSM websites I’d been studying the past month, exactly like they’d shown us new subs at the introduction class the evening before. Butt naked, dick already at half-mast because I finally had the chance to explore the darkness inside of me that had killed my ten-year marriage.
As CEO of a prominent software company, I took pride in my self-control and stoic nature. Being a bastard had gotten me up the rung to where I sat comfortably behind a glass desk with windows overlooking Baltimore’s skyline. It had also earned me a nasty divorce a year earlier when my ex-wife took over half of what we owned, leaving me with a broken heart and near-empty bank accounts. At least a constant work load since then had gotten me closer to where I’d been before she’d attempted to wipe me out.
I studied my hands resting on my bare thighs. Springy hair tickled my palms. While the hair on my body remained a dark blond, the previous two years of hell had shot gray through the thick strands on my head and the scruff I couldn’t keep from lining my jaw.
Forty-three and already fucking gray. Wouldn’t help my chance at dating — if I ever got the balls to put myself out there again. I’d been celibate for over a year. Dead inside, unable to give two shits about anything but work, unable to get it up, too. I also didn’t have the energy to get involved, let alone think of dating.
Familiar exhaustion tugged on my eyelids, and I let them close while waiting for the Domme the club’s owner had booked me with for the night — Mistress Jaycie. A woman I’d never met, a woman I was going to let control me in whatever way she wanted.
Time to give over. Time to explore my lust for pain and hopefully float into that mysterious subspace I’d been reading about.
My dick twitched at the thought of pure, empty-headed euphoria.
Would the Domme I’d been paired with have a heavy hand? Would she be beautiful? Did I even care? I just wanted — craved — submission, the type that would erase the shit in my mind for a while and maybe get my rocks off.
My ex had been vanilla, same as I’d always been, and when I got the urge to introduce something new in the bedroom, she’d looked at me with disgust. Hell, I’d only suggested handcuffs and ropes, hoping she’d agree so we could eventually move on to what I really wanted.
No such fucking luck.
I breathed deep and exhaled my thoughts along with the lungful of used-up air. The silence coating the dim, private scening room at Monique’s club in downtown Baltimore soothed me. Even if it turned out the BDSM lifestyle wasn’t for me, I’d at least have gotten to experience a semi-hard dick again.
A click sounded as the door opened, and I kept my head and gaze lowered as I’d been instructed in the class. Awareness crept over my skin like an electrical charge as heels clicked on hardwood. My heartbeat accelerated. The subtle scent of oranges hit my nose as black leather stiletto boots came into my line of sight.
Hot as fuck. I bit back my groan as my cock thickened. I swallowed against sudden nervousness, something I hadn’t experienced since my teenage years.
“Hmm…” she murmured. The boots rounded to my left, disappearing in my periphery. “On your feet, slave.” Her low, husky voice prickled my skin, bringing my dick to full attention.
I rose with as much grace as I could, hands at my sides, erection sticking up close to my navel.
A soft inhale tickled my ears as I straightened completely.
I knew what she saw — what she probably didn’t expect for a man teetering on the brink of the downslope from his prime. Daily yoga, running, and weight training kept my body looking the same as it had at twenty-five.
Something trailed down my backbone and across the top of my ass cheeks, lacking the warmth of skin. Crop? Cane? The urge to know made me want to shift my stance, but I held still.
She rounded to the right and stopped in front of me.
From my height, most of her body came into view even though I kept my head lowered. The black leather of her boots hugged defined calves, stopping just above her knees. A good twelve inches of smooth, pale skin gave way to a tight leather skirt — also black — over flared hips, ending at her tiny waist. She held a crop in her right hand.
My dick actually jumped, bumping my abs.
I glanced up through my lashes, filling my eyes with the corset-cinched tits threatening to spill over the top. The milky-white globes set my mouth to watering.
“You will call me Mistress.”
Christ, that voice… I bit back another groan. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Look at me.”
I lazed my gaze over her lush breasts, up her neck, to her lifted chin. Lips perfectly bowed on top and bottom with a slight under bite. Pert nose and high cheekbones, long blonde stick-straight hair in a high pony tail… but her eyes.
Wide and blue, they held no warmth, no hint of flirting or desire. Cold and distant, closed off just like her stiff posture, but that didn’t stop the rush of awareness from sweeping through me again. My body didn’t give a shit that I had a good twenty or so years on her. For the first time since I’d met my ex, I felt inexplicably drawn to a woman.
I smiled, hoping to crack her façade with my charm and dimples. “I’m Troy.”
Her gaze narrowed, glints of ice shooting from her eyes, and she moved closer until mere inches separated her breasts from my chest. “Your name is slave.”
My smile faded, but my dick remained ready and at attention. “Yes, Mistress.”
“I’ve read your file.” Her cold gaze slid over my face. “No hard limits?”
“I didn’t check any because I don’t know what they might be, Mistress.”
“You enjoy pain.”
She hadn’t voiced a question, but I felt the need to let her know where I stood. “The thought of pain, but this is my first time in a submissive role, so…” I let my voice trail off with a shrug.
Taking a step back, she glanced downward. “We’ll see.” Her attention returned to my face without a hint of what she thought of my stiff dick. “You will not touch me without my verbal permission.”
Well, that sucks — “Your safeword?”
All business. I could handle that. “Red, Mistress. Green is good, yellow means I need time to process.”
She turned and strode toward a table that had all sorts of fun-looking stuff laid out. I’d taken a good peek at the toys before kneeling in the center of the room fifteen or so minutes earlier. Her hips moved with a tantalizing sway, and my gaze glued to a peek of ass cheeks beneath her short skirt.
“You took the introduction class yesterday?” she asked, her back still toward me as she set aside her crop.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“So you’re well hydrated and aware of what subdrop may entail?”
“I am, and yes, I listened closely, Mistress.”
She picked something up, and turned. Nipple clamps with a thin, silver chain connecting them.
Mine pebbled at the thought of the metal teeth digging into my tender flesh.
Mistress moved to stand in front of me and quickly — without her fingers touching my skin — closed the first over my right nipple.
Pain zinged through my pec, and I clenched my jaw along with my fists resting against my hips.
“Green,” I replied without hesitation.
The other bit into my flesh. I swallowed the need to groan as my dick jerked.
“You like that.”
Not a question, but I couldn’t help but answer while glancing up at her. “Yes, Mistress.”
Steely gaze, unmoved, unfazed. Fucking ice queen. “Let’s see how much you actually do enjoy pain, shall we? Eyes down, slave.” I obeyed without hesitation.
“Crawl to the cross.”
I slid back down to my knees at her command, breathing deep as my face passed less than a foot from the leather hiding her pussy. No hint of musk, nothing but oranges swarmed my nose. I’d never been so thirsty for a glass of juice in my life.
The heavily-padded cross sat to my right, and like a dog, I crawled on all fours. I should have been embarrassed, felt degraded considering my social position outside of the room, but I longed to please my mistress. Make her smile. Bring light to her cold eyes. I decided halfway to my destination that would be my mission every chance I got to scene with her.
“Stand up. Face the cross. Arms up and legs spread.”
I did as told, and her warm breath slid over my skin while she buckled my wrists and ankles to the cross with only the slightest brush of her fingertips. She reached around me, the leather covering her breasts caressing my back. The tug on the nipple clamp chain shot biting pain through me clear to my dick and I hissed, closing my eyes.
“Color, slave?”
“Green, Mistress.”
Her body heat disappeared, sending a shiver through me. She moved across the room on clicking heels, and I remembered her round ass with its sensual sway. Pre-cum formed on the head of my dick, and I bit down on my lower lip, fighting the urge to hump the damn cross as she drew near once more.
“Are your restraints too tight?” she asked without a hint of concern lacing the words.
“No, Mistress.”
The same cool touch from before slid down my spine… the crop. Over my ass, down my thighs, back up through my ass crack. I never expected to be turned on by that touch, but I found myself wanting the crop to return to my ass hole as Mistress slid it up my side.
Thoughts and images crashed into my mind, desires I’d kept suppressed for so long because of her.
Mistress stepped back, and a sharp crack registered in my ears before the sting snapped my right ass cheek.
Damn, she has an arm on her…
“Color?” she murmured, her husky voice twitching my cock.
She let loose again, and a shudder rippled down through me, bringing a smile to my lips.
Oh, yeah. This…
My brain fuzzed around the edges, and I relaxed in the restraints as she hit me, wanting more. Needing it as bad as my leaking cock needed to be jerked off.
Mistress used the crop down my thighs, across my ass, and every time she asked me a color, I fought to keep from groaning my answer of “green” and begging for more of the bee-like sting. Blood roared in my ears as fire raced across my thighs. Adrenaline pumped through my system, but I floated on the sensual pain, imagining every smack a caress of her hand, marking my soul, filling me with… something unnamable.
My skin burned.
“Please,” I heard myself moan, past the point of caring about anything but blowing my load.
Another crack to the inside of my thigh, and I humped the cross, needing fucking release. Silence settled, and I swam in the buzzing of my brain.
“Please, Mistress.” I ground my hips again even though there was no softness — only hard — to press against. “Touch me.” I imagined the soothing hands on the red marks that surely covered my backside. I hoped for caresses and oil massaged into my skin to ease the ache.
The bindings fell off my ankles and wrists, and I slumped onto the floor, panting for oxygen through dry lips.
“Face me.” Still fucking cold. Not even out of breath from the exertion of beating my ass.
I turned on my knees and fisted my hands to keep from grabbing my throbbing, leaking cock as a tremor ripped through me.
“You have permission to touch yourself.”
Thank Christ. I wrapped my hand around my pre-cum-slickened dick and stroked down to the base and back up. “Can I come?” I whispered, my eyes glued to her sexy-as-fuck stilettos in a wide stance two feet away.
“Yes.” She leaned down and tugged the clamps off my nipples.
Fire raced through my tender nubs, and my hips thrust into my hand, my climax slamming into me and drawing a deep groan from my lips. I stared at the ropes of cum jetting from my cock, every stroke of my hand bringing another to shoot across the distance to coat her boots. I’d never experienced such a powerful, consuming climax. My breath caught, and I bit on my lower lip until I tasted blood.
One last groan, and I slumped on my free hand, closing my eyes and sucking wind. My thighs and ass burned. My nipples throbbed. Every muscle in my body trembled.
I fucking loved it.
Heels clacked, but I didn’t move. I couldn’t remember my name. Where I was.
“Sit up,” Mistress said while placing a bottle of water on the floor beside me.
I did as told and stared as Mistress used a warm, wet towel to wipe me clean. Twice, her fingers brushed against my semi, sending a twinge through my cock. She’d already wiped off her boots — something I had hoped to do for her.
I held up my right hand, and she wiped the cum from my fingers, keeping our flesh from touching. Longing to caress the hand that had given me what I’d craved rolled over me.
“Can I touch you?” I heard myself ask through the ringing in my ears.
“How are you feeling?” she asked rather than answer, her voice softened as she once more stood over me.
“Shaky. Euphoric.” I tilted my head back on a heavy sigh.
The ice had melted in her gaze, giving her a fresh-faced youthful look with pinktinged cheeks and eyes like the summer sky. No upturned lips, but a step in the right direction.
“You’re beautiful,” I said with a smile.
Her expression shut down as the fifty-foot wall rose up over her face.
So much for that D/s bond I’d wondered over, with all the gentle caressing and snuggling afterward. While I had wanted to wipe my cum from her boots and kiss her feet, the aloofness in her eyes spoke volumes about her expectations.
I’d gotten off for the first time in Christ knows how long, so I wasn’t about to complain. I’d also found I enjoyed pain a hell of a lot more than I’d expected. Sure as shit wasn’t going to complain about that either since I’d found a place to explore my darker cravings.
Mistress moved back across the room and wiped down her toys, the silence tense between us.
I grabbed the bottle of water and chugged, my gaze glued to her legs and ass as my breathing returned to normal.
“A long, hot soak in a bath might be in order later tonight,” she said, her back still toward me, her voice void of emotion. “There’s no broken skin, but the welts might sting for a couple of days. Make sure you drink lots of water. Omega-3’s like they suggested in class will help as well.”
All business… again, I didn’t give a shit. My emotions still floated on a massive high even though my body wanted to curl up and sleep.
“I hope you enjoyed your session this evening, Mr. Jenner.”
I considered the burn still biting at my ass, and half-smiled as my dick twitched at the thought of another round. “Yes, Mistress.”
She finally turned around. Her guarded eyes held a hint of wariness. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Never better.”
Lips pursed, she nodded and left without another word.
I had every intention of writing out a check for ten grand before leaving, making myself the newest submissive client at Monique’s sex club. Sure, I’d been let down in the whole aftercare aspect, but hell… I had set my eyes on the woman who needed her walls toppled to the ground. The mistress I wanted to get inside of — in more ways than one.

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With This Heart

Title: With This Heart
Author: Red L. Jameson
GENRE: Paranormal romance (more specifically military/fantasy romance)


Talk about a killer kiss…

Being a former soldier with PTSD takes its toll on Aaron and has wiped him clean of optimism along with having dreams. But he’s no longer sure if he’s living in reality or fantasy after he tries to save a friend and finds his world filled with women who have wings and…Valkyries.

Adala kills. Not on purpose. She’s a Valkyrie—from just one touch, she takes warriors to the afterlife. Oh, but she’d give anything for a break, for normalcy, to have one day of not wearing her legionnaire uniform. When she’s asked to talk to the human Aaron to help him understand just what he’s in for when he tripped into her world, she jumps at the chance, even though she knows Aaron more than she cares to admit, even though she has an insane crush on him, even though she can’t touch him at all. But she gets to wear jeans and talk to a man—a real-life, hero of a man.

From her adorable made-up swearwords to when she wears his clothes, from the fact that she’s hundreds of years old to her pet Pegasus, Aaron falls hard for the shy Valkyrie. Dare he risk his life for a kiss? He’s thinking about it, because already he’s given her his heart.

With This Heart is a standalone story, that’s part of the With These Wings Series—books that mix rock-hard military men with feathered-fantasy femme fatales for a sizzling hot adventure to find love. Join Chanticleer winner, Red L. Jameson, for more of this heart-tugging fairy tale series.

“So…you want to come inside?” He asked. “I’m burning dinner.”

“You’re cooking something?”

“Probably burning something at this rate.”

“You need help?”

He nodded. “Yeah. And, ah, you want to eat with me?” This was so odd, asking a Valkyrie to dinner. Spaghetti because he didn’t know how to make much else. He hadn’t been expecting her. Well, yeah, he had. But he figured the Norns, those little teenagers, would call him first to let him know Adala was on her way. But, nope, she just poofed into the backyard.

The Valkyrie placed a hand on her stomach. “I haven’t eaten all day.”

“You hungry? Do you eat?”

She smiled and his heart lurched to a stop. Jesus, she was gorgeous when she grinned. So beautiful it hurt to look at her. His lungs burned like when he ran flat out for more than thirty seconds. His heart raced, an ache with every beat. That ache spread through his limbs, not sure if he felt too powerful or too weak. Not sure if he wanted to sit down or run to her and pick her up.

“Yes, I eat.”

“So you should be hungry.”

“I am hungry.”

He backed up again, tired of hollering over the backyard. “I got enough for you and me and whoever else might pop in.”

She glanced around. “Are you expecting someone else?”

“Nope.” He turned and hoped she would follow him into the house.

****Review by Emily: I’m giving this story a five (5) star review. It was fabulous, from the deep, intense beginning to the fulfilling, happily-ever-after end. Both main characters, Adala and Aaron, are believable and perfectly flawed. They’re excellent for each other…and learning about their first meeting is heart-breaking.
If you love military, read this. If you love fantasy, do ye likewise. As long as happily-ever-after is your thing, you’ll love this book.

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Red L. Jameson lives in the wilds of Montana. While working on a military history master’s degree, she doodled a story that became her bestselling, award-winning romance, Enemy of Mine, part of the Glimpse Time Travel Series. After earning her gigantic master’s—the diploma is just huge, she couldn’t stop doodling stories, more Glimpse stories—because she can’t get enough of hunky Highlanders and buttoned-down Brits—and other stories, a paranormal romance series and contemporary series, which grew into the pen name R. L. Jameson, under which she writes cerebral and spicy erotic romance. She’s currently working on another master’s degree, so who knows what she’ll doodle next!

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