Book Five (sort of) in the Sturgis Rally Riders Series
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Jet Ryan’s haunted by the memory of one night in the arms of a sexy tattoo artist who pushed all the right buttons before she shoved him out of her life. No one else seems to measure up. He needs her out of his system or in his life, preferably the latter. But, he’ll settle for one more night with her or a reasonable facsimile as long as he can touch her again.
Ink Monroe avoids expectations that might get her hopes up, doesn’t believe in endless possibilities, and has absolutely no room in her life for a guy who wants to take care of her. But damn, it would be nice to have all those things for a little while. So when a customer gives her a business card for a woman named Madame Eve, she asks for a man to solidify the hazy memory of a single night of passion followed by the best night of sleep she’d had in years.Both have tall orders for a single evening of passion, but one night can lead to endless possibilities. Madame Eve promised.
~Excerpt~
“Hello?” She looked around but there didn’t seem to be anyone inside. A breeze filtered through the screen leading to a spectacular view. She opened it and stepped out, breathing deeply of the pine-scented air.
Then she saw him. A long, lean cowboy type stretched out in a cushioned chair, boots propped on the railing. Sleep softened what would otherwise be a rugged face. Wheat-colored hair fell over his forehead and brushed his shoulders. Gold-tipped lashes hid his eyes. Unable to resist studying him as she had his truck, she moved closer, eager to see what kind of date Madame Eve had sent.
A crisp white button-up, opened slightly at the throat, covered his broad, thick chest and disappeared beneath snug jeans. His narrow hips contrasted sharply with the width of his shoulders, and long legs seemed to go on forever. His boots had been polished to a fine sheen, but they bore the signs of wear.
Everything about him looked solid, reliable…safe. A shiver ran through her. What would it be like to awaken in his strong arms, pillowed on a chest made hard by work? The thought tantalized with the impossible. To be as well-cared for as his boots or his vehicle, to be appreciated scars and all, it would be a fantasy beyond even Madame Eve’s talent.
Still, she wanted it. For at least one night she wanted to be worthy of such tender care.
She hadn’t bothered to read his profile. The 1Night Stand service had sent it to her, but she didn’t want to know. She’d asked them not to send hers, but she had no idea if they’d done so. Expectations led to disappointment and could distort appreciation of reality. Though she doubted the gorgeous male stretched across the lounger was anything but what he seemed—deliciously sexy and rock steady.
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Blurb: Runaway Virgin
Neva Falk has spent her life beneath the loving thumb of a police chief father and four overprotective brothers. Seizing a chance to escape, she runs across the country to the motorcycle rally in
Grant Larson wants the innocent hottie behind the bar. How could he resist when she asks him to give her a ride?
Excerpt:
The earthy scent of leather and man filled the space between them, and her pussy clenched and released in anticipation. “So are we going for that ride, Grant?”
“In a minute.”
“In a minute.”
He stood and looked over her shoulder into the darkness. She turned to see what he was searching for. A few security lights shone near the main building, but mostly the place was deserted. In fact, she wasn’t sure they’d be able to get out. Was the entrance gate locked at night? She couldn’t remember.
“Neva ?”
“Hmm?”
“Looks like we’re all alone, and I’ve been waiting a very long time to taste you. Up for allowing me a pre-ride snack to tide me over?”
A laugh burst from her throat before she could swallow it down, but he sounded so earnest she couldn’t resist teasing him. “Depends.”
A thick eyebrow arched. “On what?”
“On whether you’re a vampire or something.”
Grant chuckled and stole a kiss that curled her toes and left her clinging to him. “How about if I’m just a horny bastard?”
“That’s all right then.”
Blurb Whipped PuppyKatalina Ferth desires sensual release and a sweet pet to train, one who will obey her every command, but the sexy singer she stumbles upon might be more than she can control. Still, she cannot resist the chance to make him quiver beneath her touch.
Desire for the dark-haired beauty who offers to teach him how to be a good sub sends shivers through John, but her demands unsettle him more than he cares to admit. Left with nowhere to run and nothing to hide behind except the power of her gentle command, can he be all that she needs without losing himself, or will he become nothing more than a temporary plaything to be left behind with the rally rubbish?
Genre: Contemporary, erotic, BDSMHeat level: 5Word count – 5kCover art by Fiona Jayde
~Excerpt~
He made it. Even though she had set the time as a test, Katalina had not wanted him to fail.
“Come in, puppy.” Once she closed the door, she ran her hand up his slender back, relishing the slight dampness that said he’d run to avoid displeasing her. His beautiful baritone still floated in her head, the plea for domination irresistible. “Undress and come down the hall.”
She offered nothing more. Merely walked away to see if he would obey without question. Then smiled with satisfaction when she heard the rustle of his clothing as it fell to the floor.
Hurry, my pup. Don’t make me wait.
By the time he joined her in the bathroom, she was ready for him. A razor and shaving cream rested on the counter. Hot water ran in the sink and a fluffy washcloth lay at the ready. Unfortunately, he was not naked as instructed. Navy blue boxer briefs clung to his thighs and cock like a second skin.
“Did I ask you to keep your underwear on?”
A blush tinted his fair skin so adorably she almost forgave his slip. “I’m sorry, Ma’am.”
She should enforce the use of Mistress, but his preferred term of respect rolled from his tongue with aching sweetness.
He reached for the offending clothing, but she stayed his hand. Perhaps he needed them to quell his fear of the unknown. “I’ll remove them when I’m ready.” She wet the wash cloth and beckoned him closer. The hot water stung her hands.
When she laid the cloth against his chest, he sucked in a breath but didn’t pull away. She wet his chest and stomach, paying special attention to where the hair grew thickest.
Tossing the rag aside, she squirted a generous mound of shaving cream into her palm and smoothed it over his pecs. The cool menthol foam contrasted sharply with the heat, and his breath hissed again.
Her body tightened in anticipation of when she would make him scream his pleasure. With infinite care she scraped the hair from his body, washing away the cream to confirm she’d left nothing behind. Once his chest was bare, she repeated the process on the few hairs at the small of his back before turning her attention to his underwear. Taking a pair of scissors from the drawer, she slit the fabric up each side and allowed the boxers to fall away.
Nothing to hide behind anymore, puppy.
Blurb Public Adoration
Jonas Wright wants his wife back in his arms and in his bed where she belongs. Grief and weight gain have skewed her body image until she cannot see the sexy woman he desires with his every breath. Nearly out of time and out of options, he risks losing her forever in a desperate, public attempt to show her how gorgeous she still is. If it takes the groans of strangers to make her realize the truth, so be it, as long as she offers her soft body to only him.
Genre: Contemporary romance, erotic, interracialHeat level: 5Word count – 5kCover art by Fiona Jayde
~Excerpt~
“Why do you look like you’ve been crying?”
Jonas Wright wants his wife back in his arms and in his bed where she belongs. Grief and weight gain have skewed her body image until she cannot see the sexy woman he desires with his every breath. Nearly out of time and out of options, he risks losing her forever in a desperate, public attempt to show her how gorgeous she still is. If it takes the groans of strangers to make her realize the truth, so be it, as long as she offers her soft body to only him.
She shook her head though he’d know she lied. “The wind. I forgot my sunglasses at the campground.”
Taking his own off, he settled them over her ears. “Can’t have that.”
Her heart swelled with love. Always considerate, he never hesitated to think of her before himself. “I can’t take these. You won’t be able to see.”
“It’s fine.” He opened his windshield bag and pulled out the goggles he wore in the rain or on high pollen days. It took him seconds to switch the clears for tinted lenses.
“You hate those.”
“Yeah, but I have a thing against my princess looking like a frog.” He slipped the strap over his head and adjusted it. The mirrored finish gave him a distinctive bug-eyed appearance.
She couldn’t help but laugh when he wiggled his eyebrows and croaked at her.
He tugged her off balance and against his chest. “Give this frog a kiss. Maybe I’ll turn into a prince.”
“Not possible.” Reaching up she ran her thumb over his lips. He could not become something he already was by nature, but telling him so would embarrass him. Although he never hesitated to kiss her or tell her he loved her, any sentiment she voiced aloud sent him stumbling to change the subject. “There’s no way I’m kissing a toad in public. What would people think?”
“They’d think I was a damned lucky amphibian.”
Too many days of living on soda and energy drinks have left Ink Monroe too keyed up to sleep. She needs a good ride to release her sexual tension so she can get some rest, but when the perfect hottie turns her down flat, she’s too pissed to keep looking.
Hooking up with a stranger is not Jet Ryan’s style but when he rescues the beautiful tattoo artist from the groping hands of a drunk, his personal boundaries fall to a desire to make her scream. He just needs to get past her anger, prove he’s not a serial killer, and show her what letting go is all about.
Genre: Contemporary, erotic, BDSM, biker romance
Heat level: 5
Word count – 5kCover art by Fiona Jayde
~Excerpt~
Jet Ryan leaned on the deck railing of the Easyriders Saloon. The human mass pulsed below, dancing to the beat of the eighties rock band dominating the stage at another bar down the street. The smell of leather and motorcycle tainted the air, accented by the stench of burnt rubber from the burnout pit some tire seller had set up across the way. Sturgis, South Dakota throbbed with the influx of bikers, tattoo artists, and vendors for the largest motorcycle rally in the world, and he wanted them all to get the fuck out of his hometown.
He sipped his whiskey and water and wondered again how he had let his buddies talk him into coming to town. Everywhere he looked, people swarmed like damned locusts. Half naked women strolled up and down the sidewalks while rowdy idiots hooted and hollered and took their pictures.
Human beings packed too close together generated a stench no one should have to suffer. A man ought to be able to breathe without smelling some guy who hadn’t had a decent bath in nearly a week. The bikes were cool and the music not half bad, but crowds in general set his teeth on edge. He should have stayed at the ranch where he belonged.
“Jet!” His friend Luke slapped him on the back with a laugh. He had one arm draped around a hot young blonde in a barely there top and even smaller skin-tight shorts. “You look like someone shot your dog. Cheer up! It’s a party!”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m outta here in twenty minutes if not sooner.”
“God, when’d you become such a stick in the mud?”
Jet glanced at the woman and shook his head. “’Bout the time you became a man whore.”
Luke grinned and hugged the girl closer. “Don’t mind him, baby. He needs to get laid.”
Why the hell do I
torture myself? Sitting in the sun and hiding a hard-on from his best
friend is not Tucker's idea of fun. He’d rather drink beer and fantasize
than destroy what he and Jase have.
A good fuck between friends, that the hell’s wrong with
that? Heat and lust make a man do crazy shit, but Jase intends to prove he
and Tuck can be lovers and friends.
Excerpt:
Why the hell do I torture myself? Tuck
lay back on the chair, eyes closed, and settled his sunglasses more firmly on
his oversized nose, one more reason why the perfect man next to him was off
limits. Why would a Roman god look twice at a guy who had the schnozzle of an
elephant and a body like a snake? “So how did last night with Candy go?”
“Cindy. It was all right.”
The snap of a plastic top caught Tuck’s attention and he opened his eyes
as Jase smeared sunscreen over his high cheekbones and across the tops of his
shoulders. When a drop of lotion dripped onto his stomach and slithered down
toward his waistband, Tuck’s dick lifted the latest issue of Computers
Quarterly. Shit! He rolled away from
the too tempting sight and dug a water bottle from the cooler, burying his
hands in the ice to cool off. Maybe if he accidently spilled water on his
crotch, his cock would quit acting like a jack-in-the-box on steroids. He
adjusted himself then turned onto his back once more, carefully ensuring the
magazine did its job. “Just all right? We are talking about the same
woman—tall, blonde, and built like a six-hour hourglass?”
Jase laughed and tossed his empty beer bottle it the nearby trash. His
short blond hair curled damply around his ears. “Yeah. Turns out she’s not my
type.”
“Since when?” Tucker handed him the water. No use risking dehydration.
“She’s pretty much identical to the rest of the bedroom brigade that I’ve seen
stroll in and out of your life in the eight years. What’s changed?”
“She’s…well…damn, I’m sick of this heat.” Jase tossed the water on a
nearby table and stormed into the house, hauling out a stand fan and pointing
it toward the chairs. The short cord and the odd location of the outlet meant
it wouldn’t do much good. “Why the hell aren’t we in the house with the air
on?”
“Because my air conditioner broke and the repairman can’t deal with it
until Monday. I told you that you didn’t have to come.”
“Like I’d leave you out here to suffer alone. Get up, Tuck.”
I can’t. “Why?”
Jase didn’t answer, just jerked his own chair around and closer to the
fan before grabbing the back of Tuck’s and doing the same.
“Hey!” Tucker caught at the sides of the lounger to keep from tumbling
off but the magazine slid to the floor in a heap, leaving him exposed to Jase’s
knowing green gaze. “Sorry, thoughts of Candy’s boobs and all….”
“Cindy.” Jase reached out, almost as if to touch the damning erection,
but continued down to grab the cooler handle and roll the beer within easy
reach. “And you can quit with the macho shit. No one believes that you’re not
more of a fairy than Tinkerbelle, Tuck.” Jase straddled the lounger and slid way
too close for comfort, his thighs nudging Tuck’s toes. “Stop hiding who you are
from me.”
The temperature
shot from way too fucking hot to nearly unbearable despite the fan blowing on
high straight between his shoulder blades. Well
shit. Now what?
Blurb:
Excerpt:
Neva Falk has
spent her life beneath the loving thumb of a police chief father and four
overprotective brothers. Seizing a chance to escape, she runs across the
country to the motorcycle rally in Sturgis
SD Neva ’s mission? Lose her virginity to
someone who could stand up to the men in her family even if she has no intention
of ever introducing him to Daddy and the boys.
Grant Larson wants the innocent hottie behind the bar. How could he
resist when she asks him to give her a ride?
Excerpt:
The earthy scent of leather and man filled the space between them, and
her pussy clenched and released in anticipation. “So are we going for that
ride, Grant?”
“In a minute.”
He stood and looked over her shoulder into the darkness. She turned to
see what he was searching for. A few security lights shone near the main
building, but mostly the place was deserted. In fact, she wasn’t sure they’d be
able to get out. Was the entrance gate locked at night? She couldn’t remember.
“Neva ?”
“Hmm?”
“Looks like we’re all alone, and I’ve been waiting a very long time to
taste you. Up for allowing me a pre-ride snack to tide me over?”
A laugh burst from her throat before she could swallow it down, but he
sounded so earnest she couldn’t resist teasing him. “Depends.”
A thick eyebrow arched. “On what?”
“On whether you’re a vampire or something.”
Grant chuckled and stole a kiss that curled her toes and left her
clinging to him. “How about if I’m just a horny bastard?”
“That’s all right then.”
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Blurb:
Ginger Burke considers herself a hard-assed bitch. She
micromanages every aspect of her world, including the subs she controls as a
part time, professional Domme. No one has ever been foolish enough to think she
has a soft side.
Selleck Mathews knows what it’s like to hide behind what
others expect, letting down his guard only around the gentle compassion of his
partner, Neil Trygstad, who wants nothing more than to love and be loved.
Together they are nearly content except they long for someone to laugh at Neil’s
jokes and crave Selleck’s gentle dominance.
Ginger’s needs ring in her voice and shimmer in
her expressive blue eyes. Once the guys decide to break through her shell and
find the sweet center, they have no intention of letting up until her control
snaps and she settles in their arms for the ideal holiday, perhaps even the
perfect forever.
Excerpt:
“We haven’t been properly introduced. I’m Neil
Trygstad.”
Trygstad? As
in the young man who within two years of opening Trygstad Technologies had
catapulted it to one of the top twenty tech companies around the world and
practically owned a monopoly on business security and communication in half the
U.S? No wonder he was so cocky. Something inside her softened. Surely, everyone
would understand the need to yield to such a man. The instant the thought rose,
she shoved it down. “I think you should leave.”
“Have dinner with me.”
She swallowed her frustration. If she moved in any
direction, she would have to brush against him. Desire hummed in her chest and
swept lower to warm her body and melt resistance. Would he taste as good as he
smelled? Feel as firm and manly as he appeared? “You’re out of your mind.”
“Lunch tomorrow?”
“No?”
The irresistible grin returned in full force. Good God! She wanted to smile back, to
savor that impulsive delight, to lick the curve of—
“How about a late supper and even later breakfast?”
She bit the bullet and risked touching him. He
resisted her hand on his arm a moment before he stepped aside with a small bow.
Heat flared at the power beneath her fingertips. Her phone buzzed in her
pocket, reminding her of the coming meeting. Everyone would filter in soon and
she’d be caught unprepared. She scowled and pointed toward the door. “I have
too much to do to play games, Mr. Trygstad.”
“Neil.”
Ginger shrugged off the reminder and stepped
farther from his broad, welcoming chest. She didn’t have time for a cute guy
with an adorable smile regardless of how much she wanted to spend the day doing
nothing more than tasting his lips beneath her own. “I don’t care if you’re
freaking Santa Claus, I want you out.”
When Madame Eve and her 1
Night Stand offer a chance at escape, Daniel Long drops the yolk of submission
and runs to the Castillo Resort, Grand Turk
and the hope of a future without repression. Everything on the island steals
his breath including the gorgeous hotel owner, Jagger Castillo. Daniel quickly
discovers he’s out of bondage and way out of his comfort zone.
Jagger isn’t expecting the gift Madame Eve drops on his
doorstep, but once he realizes how precious the present is, he won’t let go
without a fight. The only question is, can he claim Daniel before the night
slips away and cheats them both of paradise.
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His date’s slow southern drawl announced his presence as he entered the
candlelit restaurant, and the mother from the pool stopped him. In a nod to Hermana’s dress code his lightweight,
tan sport coat fitted his body to perfection, kissing the edge of wide
shoulders and nipping in to a relatively narrow waist. A pale lavender shirt,
unbuttoned at the throat, finished his casually elegant attire. Jagger wasn’t
the man’s intended date, so he had no right to fantasize about slowly stripping
away the trappings of civility, but that didn’t stop the longing coiling low in
his gut. The mountain of a man equaled his every fantasy since coming to terms
with his sexuality. Eve could not have sent a sweeter treat had she handpicked
him with Jagger in mind.
Daniel patted the mother’s hand and squatted to appear less intimidating
as he spoke to the little boy. For the first time since his arrival, a smile
lifted the corners of his mouth and weird, unexpected emotion sparked to life
in Jagger’s chest. He wanted to be the one to put that look on the big guy’s
face, wanted to erase the sadness permanently.
When Daniel continued across the room, everyone noticed or acknowledge
him in some way, a smile and nod or an appreciative once-over, whatever the
reaction, no one missed him. Pausing to help Mrs. Schneider with her chair and
offer a quiet comment to her husband, Daniel oozed shy charm. He even paused to
return a dropped credit card to a waiter hurrying through the room. Every
action showed consideration for those around him, a natural caring and
attention to detail too rare in the world.
Jagger stood as his date finally entered the semi-private alcove. A
confused look flitted over the man’s face. “I’m sorry. I thought…the hostess up
front said I should come back here….”
“You’re in the right place. Have a seat.” Jagger gestured to the vacant
chair and waited while Daniel settled in. “Can I get you anything to drink?”
“No.” His scowl deepened. “I was supposed to meet someone.” He glanced
toward the main dining room, searching for his unknown date.
“That’s me.”
A different expression flashed a second before the big man schooled his
features. “The profile said Jagger Allen, not Castillo.”
What? Confusion quickly gave
way to pleased understanding. That
conniving, wonderful, little bitch. “Allen’s my middle name. Madame Eve is
very cautious with how much she reveals at times. Perhaps she didn’t want you
to be intimidated.” Or disappointed if I
refused to show.
“Oh.”
The reserved response did nothing for Jagger’s ego. “Listen, if you’re
not interested, you’re free to go. No need to follow through with this if I’m
not what you expected…or hoped for.”
“No!” Daniel’s eyes dropped to the table. “That’s not it, Mr. Castillo.
I’m just nervous, I guess.” His long lashes lifted. “I’m not what most people
anticipate.”
Jagger smiled, anxious to ease the other man’s discomfort. “A bit
unexpected perhaps, but you’re all I would have hoped for.”
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Blurb:
Kassarina’s hungry. U.S. Marines Captain, Ries Hawthorne,
offers exactly what the succubus needs, a lusty man to satisfy her every
craving.
The forced celibacy of war has left Ries anxious to let off
steam, so when a gorgeous woman, straight from his most erotic wet dream,
strolls across the dance floor, he is more than willing to give her what she
wants as long as he’s in control.
Fortunately, she’ll to do anything and be anyone, in order
to satisfy her desire to taste a warrior.
Excerpt:
A delicious tremble rippled though Kassarina
as she entered the darkened bar. Men and women teamed with erotic energy,
gyrating to the hedonistic beat of the band. The throbbing pulse of desire and
heady sweat permeated the air. The draw of human sexuality intoxicating. Lust
weakened her at the thought of feeding from the succulent buffet spread
throughout the room. Settling near the door, she took her time, looking for
someone strong enough to survive her needs, someone who would thrive beneath a
succubus’s kiss. A firefighter or a soldier, perhaps. A man sexy enough to whet
her appetite and wet her pussy.
She found him among the weaker auras. An
ebony statue come to life. He stood on the edge of the dance floor, dark and
strong, beautiful in ways she had not experienced since she’d fed from Hannibal
Barca’s cock as the waves of the Mediterranean
washed around them. A purple shirt, untucked and a little loose, caressed his
well-defined muscles and hid his manhood from her hungry gaze. The scent of the
sea filled her mind, begging her to fuck and suck him until he collapsed
beneath her in abject submission.
He turned—prey sensing a predator.
Kassarina had not revealed herself,
choosing to remain merely an unseen observer until she’d found her quarry. His
awareness of her presence hung between them, yet he showed no fear of what he
could not see, did not even glance away as she slipped through the crowd toward
him. She searched his mind for what would send blood pulsing to his groin and
found an image similar to her memories of time spent with the mighty warrior of
Carthage. Solidifying
into the form she had used so long ago, she strolled toward her target. The
illusion slipped once or twice, but by the time she stood before him, her
favorite façade had settled firmly in place. Too bad only he could see her.
Ries studied the gorgeous woman as she
maneuvered through the crowd. Her hair fell in silky black waves to her
hipbones, barely hiding the full breasts that appeared naked beneath the
strands. Surely that was an illusion. She would have never made it through the
door half naked. A sheer yellow scarf circled rounded hips and thighs, drawing
his eye to the narrow dip of her waist. His cock strained against his jeans,
throbbing for the opportunity to explore the dark shadows hiding her cunt from
him. Time spent in Afghanistan had created
a forced celibacy that demanded an end.
A delicate palm rested over his heart as
she came to a stop in front of him. Smoky gray eyes spoke of things he had only
dreamed of for too long. “Are you a warrior?” The woman’s lilting voice slid
over him…a whisper…a delicate kiss given freely and eagerly.
“Captain Ries Hawthorne, U.S.
Marines.”
Her smile caught his gaze. He could
almost feel that full, sensual mouth surrounding his dick. Her second hand
joined the first, exploring his chest in a deliberate feminine dance. She
traced his pecs through his shirt, tested the breadth of his shoulders, drifted
downward to his abs, before settling on his hips. “Nice.” Her glance touched
his cock in an almost physical caress before she looked up again. “Would you
like to fuck me, Captain Ries?”
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