During her darkest hour, will she find the courage to seek the light?
Marjorie has eluded both capture and death yet again, but her days are numbered. The old threat has resurfaced to endanger everyone she cares for and only a forged alliance with a member of royal blood will guarantee their safety and hers.
However, in the midst of accepting who she is, Marjorie has to come to terms with the fact that those she considered friends may be anything but, and the mother she thought dead may have been missing against her will.
A relationship in turmoil, a storm brewing in the distance, a shattered tranquility…will she find the courage to save her loved ones even if that means losing her humanity? Buy Links: KoboAReBarnes & NobleAmazon
I sat on the edge of Kyran’s bed, with the huge book containing historical facts about the ValKhazar family on my lap, turning page after page, skimming through the contents of the first 100 pages. A lot of the written material was in reference to the queen, Ellora ValKhazar. Apparently, she was the one suspected of passing down her genetic differences to her descendants. Beginning with her sons Dorian and the infamous, Lykos.In reality, I was only reading about Ellora because I was trying not to turn to the page where my mother’s painted portrait supposedly was. After Bray shared one of the many memories he had of Mom, I was more than a little hesitant.
Seeing it would confirm what I already suspected. Bray was being truthful. Mom was his cousin, granddaughter of the queen herself. Denying our bloodline seemed pointless. Chances that Mom kept her identity secret along with mine in order to protect me—well, that was something a concerned, caring mother would do for a child.
Did she leave to protect me? Or was I trying to cover the sun with one finger?
Deep down I wanted to believe her departure had everything to do with this war brewing and her need to protect her only child, but doubts filled my head with all kinds of different scenarios and what if’s.
Alone, I could finally release some of the pent up anger and frustration I’d been feeling for a while now. My mother? An immortal descendant of a royal werewolf family? Of all the scenarios I’d imagined, this had honestly never crossed my mind as being the reason why she abandoned me.
Kristy Centeno is an author of paranormal romance, young adult, new adult, horror, and contemporary romance.
She has always had a passion for books and after years of being an avid reader, she decided to transform her desire to write into a reality and thus, her first novel was born. In her journey to create memorable reads, she has delved into several genres, creating fictional characters meant to entice readers and captivate the mind.
She is currently working on finishing off the Keeper Witches series among other projects, which include sequels to her published work. When she’s not busy taking care of her five children or holding down the fort, she finds time to sit and do what she loves the most: writing.
One woman…two men. Who will she choose? The father or the son?
Lilli Daniels has been down on her luck for quite some time. She’s been homeless, hungry and alone for far too long. When an intriguing, older stranger enters the strip club where she’s waitressing her life takes on a new direction.
Successful attorney Jackson Avis maintains complete control of every aspect in his life. When he sets his sight on the beautiful, young Lilli he’s captivated and has to have her. He tempts her with a life of privilege and security. He introduces her to a world she never knew existed. Complications arise when Jackson’s son Cameron expresses an interest in his father’s girlfriend.
Lilli fights the attraction, but Cameron wants to give into his heart’s desire. He’s the complete opposite of his controlling, manipulative father and will stop at nothing to protect the woman he’s falling in love with. Even if it means suffering the wrath of his father.
Sometimes life leads you down one path only to bring you to your true destiny. Can Lilli come to terms and figure out exactly who her heart belongs to?
“It’s nice to meet you, Lilli,” he said. “Do you have a last name?”
“I do.” She was too busy gazing into his eyes that he thought maybe she forgot to finish answering.
Jack smiled and cleared his throat when he realized she was staring at him longer than necessary.
“Oh, it’s Daniels.”
“What do you do besides work here, Lilli Daniels?”
“I work at the bookstore over at the community college,” she said. “I’m hoping to save enough money to take a few classes there in the fall.”
“It’s only January,” Jack said. “Why wait so long?”
“Classes are expensive.” She nervously fidgeted with the cocktail napkin sitting on the table. “So, what do you do?”
“I’m an attorney. I have my own practice in the city.”
“Oh, that sounds interesting. I’d like to study law someday, too.”
“A pretty ambitious goal.” He teased. “How old are you?”
Well, at least she’s legal. For a girl working in a strip club trying to save money for school, she seemed awfully naïve. He briefly wondered if it was an act to get men to feel sorry for her. Maybe she knew exactly how to get a bigger tip out of her customers.
“Getting a bit of a late start with school, aren’t you?” Jack asked. “My son is about your age and he’s in medical school.”
“My father’s not an attorney.” When she ran her fingers through her hair, Jack immediately recognized she was uncomfortable when she mentioned her father. The lawyer in him needed to investigate a little further.
“What does your father do?”
“Are you ready to order?” she said. “I should be getting back to work.”
“Not just yet.” He wondered why she changed the subject so quickly. “I’m curious why a girl like you is in a place like this.”
“Me too.” She looked around the dark room. “I fell on some hard times and I’m just trying to get my life back together. It’s honest work.”
“What kind of hard times?” He was trying not to interrogate her, but he wanted to know more about her.
“I can tell you’re a lawyer.” Her full pink lips curved into a smile. Jackson wondered what it would feel like to have her mouth against his. She was probably soft and warm.
“It’s in my nature to ask questions.” He wanted to know more about this beauty.
“Do you always get your answers?”
“I always get everything I want.” He let his eyes wander down her flawless body. He shouldn’t have been entertaining any possibilities at all, but then again, when did he ever let anything stop him from getting what he wanted?
Jack reached into his pocket, pulled out his business card, and handed it to her. He couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. “I have to get back to the office now, but I’ve rather enjoyed your company. If Pat gives you a hard time, please give me a call. I’ll set him straight.” He should leave her alone. He wasn’t interested in getting involved with a girl in her situation, but he wasn’t ready to walk away. Not yet.
She glanced down at the card. “I went to high school with a Cameron Avis.”
“Did you date?” That would be far too amusing.
“Oh, God no.” She laughed as she stared at his card. “He was a year older than me, popular, and would never give a girl like me a second glance. I was from the wrong side of the tracks.” She rolled her eyes. “But you can probably already see that.”
“Hmm.” Jack had a clearer picture of who Lilli was.
“I was shy and kept to myself,” she continued. “He was gorgeous, smart, and came from money. Definitely not my type.”
“Really?” Jack grinned as he got up from the table. “It seems to me I’ll have to have a talk with my son about not recognizing a good thing when he sees it.”
He saw the look of horror cross her face as he threw a twenty down on the table and headed for the exit. “Take care, Lilli Daniels.”
Ella Jade has been writing for as long as she can remember. As a child, she often had a notebook and pen with her, and now as an adult, the laptop is never far. The plots and dialogue have always played out in her head, but she never knew what to do with them. That all changed when she discovered the eBook industry. She started penning novels at a rapid pace and now she can’t be stopped.
Ella resides in New Jersey with her husband and two boys. When she’s not chasing after her kids, she’s busy creating sexy, domineering men and the strong women who know how to challenge them in and out of the bedroom. She hopes you’ll get lost in her words.
A lethal injection looms in Amber’s future for the alleged murder of her family. To avoid it, she will appear on a reality show in which contestants vie for a bachelor’s love. The winner is granted freedom. The catch – the bachelor is an S&M fanatic who practices his arts on the contestants, and the penalty for losing on the show can be death. Amber knows there are tremendous risks in being a contestant, but she didn’t think one of them would be falling in love.
A lethal injection looms in my future.
During the first few months, public opinion was evenly divided: fifty percent believed I murdered my husband and daughter, fifty percent thought I had nothing to do with their disappearance. But of course, that was before the media began their relentless invasion into my story and my past.
I broke a boy’s ribs with a baseball bat when I was a high school student in Japan. We had been at a party, and he had tried to rape me, or at the very least put his hands where they did not belong. I defended myself. No charges have ever been filed.
Then the media learned about Carl, and the affair.
Eventually, they found out about the man I was seeing back in my early twenties when I was living with my mother and step-father in China. I was the last person to see him alive. He disappeared. By the time he was legally declared dead, I was safely back in the United States.
Public opinion turned. I was guilty. What had been a regional story spread like wildfire throughout America. Nightly media feeds would focus on the continuing investigation and the evidence mounting — against me of course.
Then came the leak of the mental health expert’s findings. Of course, this only added to the frenzy. Hired by the prosecutors — without examining me in person — he concluded I had the capacity to shield myself from normal feelings. So I could kill someone, and live with it.
It was just a matter of time before they finally arrested me.
I’ve been in this cell for the past six months, getting out only for an occasional visit with my lawyer in the interview room, to make a few brief appearances in court, and for my daily hour alone in the exercise yard. No one wants another inmate to kill me before the trial. I sit on a narrow bed with a thin, smelly mattress in a ten-square-foot cell, with a camera trained on me from outside the steel bars twenty-four hours a day. When I’m in the courthouse, the guards let me put on business attire; otherwise, I wear orange jumpsuits. I tell the guards they’re tight around my hips. They joke that the custom-fitted jumpsuits will be delivered shortly.
I’m guessing I should feel depressed or anxious or just plain terrified. Mostly, I just feel numb.
It’s so hard sometimes to stay strong and be optimistic. I close my eyes and see my daughter’s face on the day when she and I were last together. Still a toddler, she was learning to wobble about the house, laughing, her eyes blue and bright, smiling, always smiling at me. Her face haunts me in my dreams.
Fortunately, I enjoy reading, because there’s not much else to do. Although I never had much interest in science before this all began, nowadays I’m drawn to articles about biology and physics and astronomy. In a magazine recently, I read how human beings can never actually perceive the real world. Instead, the real world enters our senses and is translated by our brains in ways evolution dictated would be best for our survival. The reality that we believe exists is actually just a simulation created by our own minds. We can never comprehend the true nature of the universe, because our brains get in the way.
I think about that now, sitting in my prison cell, awaiting trial. I wonder if, somehow, some way, none of this is real.
I sometimes wish that what my mind perceives as reality is completely wrong, and that some of the things I have done or seen never happened at all.
Richard L. Becker graduated from Lehigh University and Yale Law School, and currently practices family law and writes fiction in Kansas. Richard’s fiction ranges from dark comedies to supernatural horror, from historic fiction to erotic thrillers. His work has been published by Midnight Frost Books.Author Links: SiteBlogFacebook Twitter
Are you looking for a series that will not only make you swoon, but also heat you up? Look no further. The Hot Bods Series is a collection of four novellas, each one containing a feisty heroine and a hero who’ll steal your heart. So come along with Skylar, Amy, Jane, and Francesca as they find their happily ever after, even when they feel like it will never happen. After all, it can’t be as simple as falling in love, can it?
Fool Me Once:
Skylar fell for Drew once and he left her heartbroken, so when he shows up in her life again, wanting another chance, she isn’t easy to convince. After all, fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice…
More Than Useful:
Amy has admired Adam for quite some time, and when he finally asks her out, she couldn’t be happier. But all Adam wants is a little fun…can Amy settle for that?
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. She just has to make sure she doesn’t fall for him.
Francesca thought she knew what she wanted in life until one stormy night when she got a blast from the past. When her car breaks down and the sexy tow truck driver who rescues her turns out to be her first love, she realizes she wants another chance with him, but Randy’s still carrying a grudge about the way she dumped him.
Content Warning: contains explicit sex and adult language
Lacey Wolfe has always had a passion for words, whether it’s getting lost in a book or writing her own. From the time she was a child she would slip away to write short stories about people she knew and fantasies she wished would happen. It has always been her dream to be a published author and with her two children now of school age, she finally has the time to work on making her dream come true.Lacey lives in Georgia with her husband, son and daughter, their six cats and one black lab who rules the house.Author Links: SiteFacebook Twitter
Sometimes Neverland isn’t the place you go to stay young; it’s the place you leave to grow up.
Claire Baker is an orphan who has always been afraid to open her heart – that is, until she meets Jake Holland, the Boy with the Acorn Tattoo, who sweeps her off her feet with his ocean-timbered voice and sheepish Lost Boy grin. Consumed by their budding romance everything seems to be perfect for Claire, completely perfect —
– Except for Davie, Claire’s childhood friend who’s always held a corner of her heart – the dark, somber-eyed boy who has grown into a handsome, enigmatic man – and who has hooked himself so deeply inside of her she cannot escape him. When Davie professes his love in an unexpected burst of loosened passion, Claire finds herself torn between the two men: the one that’s stolen her heart and the one who’s held it all along.
Now, Claire must navigate through the purities and passions of love and accept the consequences of finally letting her heart take the lead.
Lost in Neverland, how does a girl choose between the Pan and the pirate?
A third pebble clinked against the glass and Claire hurried to the window. Standing directly below her second-story bedroom, painted in the dancing rays of disappearing sunlight like a watercolor silhouette, Jake looked up at Claire. Wearing his trademark charcoal-gray pea coat, Jake looked like a shadow set against fading colors of yellow, orange, and red in the dimming light. The ends of a red scarf blew out in the cool wind while pale tendrils of his sandy hair curled out beneath his aged leather newsboy cap. A glossy red leaf was tucked behind one ear, as though it were unwilling to fall to the ground. He arced long fingers over his eyes and looked up at Claire as she peered over the window, looking down at him. With a handful of pebbles still clasped in hand and his Lost Boy grin on his lips, Jake waved up at her from a ground sprinkled in the disheveled brilliance of fall.“Come out to play, Claire Darling?” Jake called. Claire grinned and bit her lip.“Is that you, boy?” she returned. The setting sun lit his blond hair in a halo around him.Jake laughed, a warm, rumbling sound, and tossed the handful of pebbles up in the air. He pulled his newsboy cap from his tangled hair, releasing the red leaf into flight as he tilted his head back and crowed.
Alyse Miller is a fiction writer in New York. She can often be found writing in dimly lit coffee shops while drinking chai tea. She is a member of Romance Writers of America (RWA), the Women’s Fiction Writers Associations, and Author’s Guild.
The first two books in Kitsy Clare’s new adult Art of Love romance series are together in this boxed set. Readers are along for Sienna Karr’s exhilarating ride as she juggles friends, relationships and a fledgling art career. Kitsy knows the painting world, having shown her work in galleries, and she loves writing about its sexy intrigue.
In the novella Model Position Sienna finishes art school and longs to make her painting debut. Forging the right connections is critical in her competitive industry. Handsome classmate Dave is heir to the hippest gallery in Manhattan and he could be her much needed entree. Then, there’s Erik, the drawing muse and struggling artist whose nude modeling pays for his paints. Sienna and Erik have an unexpected connection, but his hot body attracts everyone in the class. Who will she pick and will she ever get that break she needs?
In Private Internship Sienna lands an internship with Casper “Caz” Mason, a famous sculptor worth millions. With her boyfriend working overseas for a year the job becomes all consuming. Caz puts Sienna through a series of strange yet alluring games and tests. She knows she should get away. But by the time Sienna sneaks into his locked storage room and unravels his terrifying secret, she’s fallen way too hard.
“A must read!” – Amazeball’s Book Addicts
“Original, fresh, vivid” – Marked by Books
“I didn’t know art could be so hot!” – Ashelyn Drake
“I fell in love with the characters. Sienna had me cracking up, in tears and smiling. My favorite though was Caz because who doesn’t love a bad boy?” – Breezy Book Reviews
Two teaser excerpts from Model Position (book one):
It’s his eyes that strike me most; they’re emerald green with a slight upward slant toward each cheekbone, as if he hiked all the way here from a northern land of sun and wind. He arranges himself on a leopard-skin rug, wearing only a suede thong, and glances around at us artists.
I’m getting turned on for real from stroking on the creamy paint and layering the second denser areas of muscle. It’s as if every stroke of paint on canvas is really a stroke on his warm flesh. When I hit my twenties, I was supposed to have a tidy love life with predictable hugs and predictable orgasms achieved only in a neatly made bed of thousand-count Egyptian cotton. Not a “near-climax” in a paint-spattered chair in a studio full of earnest, disorderly artists, and not just by thinking about my guy.
Two teaser excerpts from Private Internship (book two):
He locks his rich, hot-chocolate eyes on me, and studies my every curve and angle, seems to be piercing right through my skin into the alleys of my mind and heart. Curious, he’s so curious. I sense him asking where I’m from and why it took me so long to find him, and what kind of art I do, and whether I’ve ever sold it or gotten a review, or who I know, who I hang out with, and how much experience I’ve had in galleries, in school, in the world, in bed. My neck heats up. Did I just think that?
This is dangerous. He’s my boss. I’m committing professional suicide here. Caz runs scalding hot and icy-cold, he’s bound to turn on me. Is this what happened with Harper? She got too close and then . . . “Hey, I tagged you,” I whisper into his hair. “What do you intend to do about it?”
Kitsy Clare writes contemporary and supernatural romance. Books include her Art of Love series, Model Position and Private Internship. She loves writing about the sexy intrigue of NYC, and particularly that of the art world. Kitsy knows it well, having shown her paintings here before turning to writing.
She also writes YA as Catherine Stine. Novels include her Amazon bestselling and award-winning futuristic thrillers Ruby’s Fire, Fireseed One and Dorianna, which won Best Horror Book in the Kindle Hub awards. She teaches creative writing at venues such as The Philadelphia Writers’ Conference. Visit her at catherinestine.com for details on her books and upcoming appearances.
Can a long lost love mend a grieving heart?
Widowed at twenty-three, Savannah Grant is devastated and consumed with grief, a grief that she can’t seem to move past. When her high school sweetheart, Lance Peterson, re-enters her life, Savannah struggles with the feeling that she would be betraying her deceased husband by moving on. Plus, she can’t forget the way Lance broke her heart all those years ago.
Lance never stopped loving Savannah. He wants a second chance, and he’s willing to do anything it takes to convince her to give him one. Will she give in and let Lance love her, showing her a passion beyond anything she thought possible?
Content Warning: adult language, explicit sexual situations, anal play
“Southern Embrace is a wonderfully written erotic romance.” The Book Maven
“Emotional based love story dealing with a hard issue of lost love and finding a way to move to the future.” Romance Book Scene
“[Soana] does a remarkably amazing job with this story. I think everyone should try it if they aren’t afraid of real emotions.” For the Love of Bookends
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Naughty Little Bedtime Stories contains twelve short stories that will arouse your senses. You’ll find stories that contain light bondage, food play, ménage (m/m/f), and other erotic events. Each story has a different setting and couple who explore all things naughty in and out of the bedroom.
Content Warning: adult language, graphic sexual situations
“Naughty Little Bedtime Stories left me smiling and satisfied. If you’re looking for some fun before bed I highly recommend this erotic anthology.” Sizzling Hot Book Reviews
“If you’re looking for a little love, a lot of heat, and some good writing, I recommend this one.” Lindsay’s Scribblings
“Are you looking for some sizzle before going to sleep? Then this is the perfect book to read.” The Bunny’s Review
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Tamaria Soana writes contemporary romance stories with a high heat level that always end with a ‘happily ever after’. Growing up, she loved to read and make up new places in her head to escape to. In her late teens she began writing short stories and poetry. It wasn’t until her late thirties before she began to spin a full story.
She’s married and a stay-at-home mom of two beautiful young girls. They reside in Western New York. Cuddling up with a good book under an electric throw is her way to escape the cold Buffalo nights.
Four sexy heroes, four strong heroines, four stories of love and romance in one box set.
Twenty-six-year-old Seth Reynolds finds his fresh start as a bartender at an exclusive resort in Jamaica. One night he meets the very sexy and much older, Sylvia Radcliff.
When Seth sets out to seduce the most enchanting woman he’s ever met, he never expects an island romance to change his life completely. Vows
Addison Klein’s marriage is falling apart. She’s contemplating whether she should fight to keep her family together or walk away. After the sudden death of her best friend, Peyton, and a vicious fight with her husband, Tyler, Addison knows she needs to decide what the future will holds.
Just when Addison feels she’s alone in making this life altering decision, she gets a little guidance from her guardian angel and rediscovers herself
With a new outlook on life Addison sets a plan in motion to seduce her husband. Justice Jackson P.I.
Sultry waitress Andrea Bloome serves cocktails at The Lounge, the hottest jazz club in Chicago. When her life is in danger, she turns to charismatic P.I. Justice Jackson for help.
Can he save her from the people who are meant to protect her? Or will he be blinded by the overwhelming attraction between them?
Set in the 1940’s.
The Calm Before the Storm
The last two years of Erica Bloom’s life have been spent looking over her shoulder. Sawyer Marsh promised the day she filed for divorce and left him, that if he couldn’t have her no one would. The news of Sawyer’s engagement allows Erica to finally let her guard down and enjoy her new life and budding relationship with Brock Maxwell.
While away relaxing at Brock’s vacation home on the Willow Lake, the past comes back to haunt her. Were the past few years just the calm before the storm?
Warning: Contains Domestic Violence
Warning: Adult language and explicit sexual situations
Tamaria Soana writes contemporary romance stories with a high heat level that always end with a ‘happily ever after’. Growing up, she loved to read and make up new places in her head to escape to. In her late teens she began writing short stories and poetry. It wasn’t until her late thirties before she began to spin a full story.She’s married and a stay-at-home mom of two beautiful young girls. They reside in Western New York. Cuddling up with a good book under an electric throw is her way to escape the cold Buffalo nights.
Genre: steampunk/historical Aether Psychics, Book 1
If love is the ivy, secrets are the poison.
After enduring heartbreak at the hands of a dishonest woman, Edward Bailey lives according to scientific principles of structure and predictability. Just the thought of stepping outside his strict routine raises his anxiety.
Adding to his discomfort is Iris McTavish, who appears at his school’s faculty meeting in place of her world-famous archeologist father. Worse, the two of them are to pose as Grand Tourists while they search for an element that will help harness the power of aether.
Iris jumps at the opportunity to prove her worth as a scholar—and avoid an unwanted marriage proposal—while hiding the truth of her father’s whereabouts. If her secret gets out, the house of McTavish will fall into ruin.
Quite unexpectedly, Edward and Iris discover a growing attraction as their journey takes them to Paris and Rome, where betrayal, blackmail and outright theft threaten to destroy what could be a revolutionary discovery—and break their hearts.
Warning: Allergen alert! This book was produced in a facility that handles copious amounts of wine, tea and baked goods. May contain one or more of the following: a spirited heroine, a quirky hero, clever banter, interesting facts both made-up and historical, and lots of secrets. It is, however, gluten free.
The train slowed and rolled into a coal yard in a deserted area. Iris thought she saw some hints of blue in the gray-brown haze above the train, but she had no desire to go outside. Then she observed something very strange—the maid and the men who must be conducting and fueling the train walking around with long-handled hand-looking devices and looking on and under their cars. The men also had long-barreled steam rifles, which from the glow on the handles had been turned on and primed long enough ago to be ready for immediate use.“What are they doing?” Professor Bailey asked.
“I don’t know.” Iris tried to angle herself to get a closer look at the proceedings, but she bumped her head on the window and rubbed her forehead. A thunk and other sounds above her told her someone climbed on the roof and walked across it. The crack of a steam rifle made her jump.
“Are we under attack?” Iris asked at the same time Bledsoe sat straight and asked, “What the hell…?”
More rifle shots made them all duck and cower below the window line so as not to be easy targets. Iris found her head cradled against Professor Bailey’s chest, which felt broader and stronger than she had estimated.
“Miss McTavish, your hair is tickling my nose,” he said.
“Stop complaining or I shall poke you with one of the pins from Bledsoe’s friend.”
“That would be worse,” he agreed. “No telling what diseases an actress’s pins harbor.”
“I can hear you, you know,” Bledsoe grumbled from somewhere near Iris’s bustle, and she became aware of the weight of his head on her hip.
After about twenty minutes of awkward silence during which Iris heard people moving around outside and a few more shots, the train moved forward again. Something crunched under the wheels.
The maid, unencumbered by the clawed device, wheeled a lunch cart into the room, and her eyebrows raised when she caught sight of the three of them on the floor.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Miss, Professor and Maestro,” she said. “What are you doing on the floor? Do you need me to return later?”
“Certainly not.” Iris scrambled back onto the bench she had been sitting on, and the men did likewise. She narrowed her eyes at the maid, who looked like she tried not to laugh at them.
“What were you doing?” Iris asked. Both of the men looked at her, and she guessed they were irritated by her speaking first. It was bad enough her reputation would be at risk for traveling with the two of them unchaperoned, she didn’t need to be caught in any compromising positions. Therefore, she needed an explanation to put the situation in context.
“It’s the Clockmakers’ Guild, Miss,” the maid said. “They send little toys to crawl into Mister Cobb’s and other gentlemen’s trains to annoy them but also gather information. We take advantage of the stop for coal to clean ’em off.”
“How do they work?” Professor Bailey asked.
“Some of ’em have cylinders in them like player cylinders, but made of wax, that they transfer information on. It’s too complicated for me, but I’m sure Mister Cobb will be happy to explain on his airship. The blast from the steam rifles shuts them down, or we catch ’em with the claws and squeeze them out of shape so they can’t move anymore, and the train wheels grind them into uselessness.”
Cecilia Dominic wrote her first story when she was two years old and has always had a much more interesting life inside her head than outside of it. She became a clinical psychologist because she’s fascinated by people and their stories, but she couldn’t stop writing fiction. The first draft of her dissertation, while not fiction, was still criticized by her major professor for being written in too entertaining a style. She made it through graduate school and got her PhD, started her own practice, and by day, she helps people cure their insomnia without using medication. By night, she blogs about wine and writes fiction she hopes will keep her readers turning the pages all night. Yes, she recognizes the conflict of interest between her two careers, so she writes and blogs under a pen name. She lives in Atlanta, Georgia with one husband and two cats, which, she’s been told, is a good number of each. She also enjoys putting her psychological expertise to good use helping other authors through her Characters on the Couch blog post series.
To buy her books, you can get them in trade paper and all ebook formats from Samhain Publishing.
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This cowboy lands the girl of his dreams, but he’s got one little secret…
Courtney Johnson, single mom and bar owner, hasn’t had much luck in the dating department. That all changes one evening when Braden Carver asks her out, and she decides to take a chance with him, even though she’s ten years older than him.
Braden’s always felt like he lived in the shadows of his two older brothers, never really being noticed. Before he knows it, he’s on the dance floor with the girl he’s liked for years, calling her ‘sweetheart’. Finally, life is looking up for him. However, his mother isn’t pleased when she finds out he’s seeing Courtney.
As their relationship heats up, one thing still lingers—Braden’s a virgin. How will Courtney react when she learns of his innocence? Will it be enough to make her walk away, especially with his disapproving mother?
Content Warning: contains adult language and sexual situations
Braden was quiet as he closed her door then went around to the driver’s side. He ran his hands along his thighs, and Courtney suspected his palms were as moist as hers. Thinking back to what Dana had said about him not dating much, she thought this was probably harder for him than her. Together they would do this.
“What’s the plan for tonight?” she asked as he backed out of the driveway.
“Well, I hope you don’t find it corny, but I knew we’d have limited time. So, I…uh, packed a picnic and loaded a movie on my tablet. I figured we’d park someone on the ranch, eat, and watch a movie in the truck bed.”
She chuckled, and regretted it when he blushed. “I think it’s a cute idea.”
“You do?” He glanced at her.
“I do. Much better than sitting in a theater. At least we can talk and get to know each other better.”
A grin crossed his sexy face, but he was still quiet on the short ride to Carver Ranch. He turned down a private dirt road that was wooded with tall pine trees. A few minutes later, he parked his truck in a clearing where little lights of sun shone through.
“It’s pretty here.” She opened her door and climbed out.
“There are a few special places on the property.”
“How many girls have you brought here?” She cocked her head as he pulled a comforter from the truck and placed it on the bed of the vehicle.
“None, to be honest.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
He rolled the blanket out. “I haven’t dated much.”
She sauntered up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. There was something so innocent about him that excited her, but also raised a red flag. She had no idea what to do with a sensitive man who wore his feelings on his sleeve. Now that she was alone with Braden, something stirred inside her. A need to find out more about him and why he was the way he was.
Maybe a sweet boy was what she needed. The complete opposite of her father, who never let any emotion show on his face.
He froze as she moved her hand up his neck and pulled him to her. The effect she had on him flattered her. Licking her lips, she lifted up on her toes and placed her mouth just inches from his as she stared into his eyes.
“Courtney,” he whispered.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to kiss you.”
With their gazes locked on each others, he asked, “Are you sure about this?”
She brought her mouth to his, needing to see if the charge that seemed to pull between them would ignite the way she thought it would when they kissed. It did. Something rushed through her, giving her a primal need for more.
She thrust herself against him, holding both sides of his face. Braden groaned and wrapped his arms around her waist, snuggling her into him.
Oh my, if she’d know kissing him was going to be like this—so earth-shattering, world-stopping good—she wouldn’t have resisted for so long. She had no idea the quiet cowboy would have this much effect on her.
She pulled back, breaking the connection. Braden’s blue eyes were dark with need.
Clearing her throat, she said, “Sorry, I just wanted to get that out of the way.”
Lacey Wolfe has always had a passion for words, whether it’s getting lost in a book or writing her own. From the time she was a child she would slip away to write short stories about people she knew and fantasies she wished would happen. It has always been her dream to be a published author and with her two children now of school age, she finally has the time to work on making her dream come true.Lacey lives in Georgia with her husband, son and daughter, their six cats and one black lab who rules the house.