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Open Net by V.L. Locey

I’d like to thank Tricia for having me here today! She and I have been Tuesday Tales buddies for a couple years now, and being able to visit on a Friday is a real treat. So, thanks for letting me come by today, Tricia. *hugs*

For those who aren’t familiar with my work, I write contemporary romance, mostly MM and generally about hockey, although I do pen an MF hockey series and have several MM books that don’t have skates or pucks in them. My books deal with social issues, personal growth, team dynamics, and LOTS of lusty love.

When I started working on Open Net, I had a few decisions to make about my leading men. August Miles had already been introduced in the previous Cayuga Cougars book, Snap Shot, so I knew him well. It was his love interest, Sal Castenada, that gave me a bit of trouble with a few points – his age being the primary niggling issue. I’d originally had him being the same age as Augie, but Salvatore nixed that quickly. So, he’s now fifteen years older than my bumbling, backward netminder. Seems my characters always know best!

One thing that was never up for debate about Sal was the he was HIV positive. As I mentioned in my little intro up there, I write about social issues. Being an ally, proud mother of an out and proud bi daughter, as well as an LGBTQ author, I read articles about the gay community to keep up to date as best I can. One I came across from the CDC discussed how new cases of HIV are rising among youth (ages 13- 24) and among those new cases, Black and Latino males seem to be rising the fastest. I wanted to address this upsetting trend, and so I had Sal – a Latino male – contract HIV when he was a younger man.

https://www.cdc.gov/hiv/group/age/youth/index.html

Tons of research went into this story as well as having an emergency room nurse read over certain scenes to ensure medical accuracy. I hope that those who read Open Net will come away with a warm heart and perhaps a new understanding of the battle and stigma people who are HIV positive still face.

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Blurb:

August Miles has the world on a string professionally. 
Augie, as his friends and teammates call the unassuming young goaltender, is on the fast track to the pros. The starting goalie for the Cayuga Cougars, he has a year or two in Cayuga to hone his skills and all his career dreams will have come true. Pity his personal life isn’t riding the same high. He’s the only one among his group of friends without that special someone to call his own. 
Until he meets Salvatore Castenada at a lakeside party. The attraction is white-hot and more than a little wonderfully overwhelming for the romantically inexperienced goalie. August quickly discovers that Sal is everything he’s dreamed of in a man: mature, settled, sinfully handsome, and filled with gentle humor. Sal is also HIV positive. 
Will Sal’s revelation about his status end this budding relationship before it can even begin? Or will the two men be able to handle the challenges life—and a championship run for the Cougars—throws at them?


R-Rated Excerpt: 

Several days later, trying to be nonchalant about things, I stood outside his door, empty container in my hand, features schooled not to reflect how scared I was.

He looked shocked to see me on his doorstep. “Hey,” he said.

I held up the empty dish.

His gaze darted to the container, then back to me, a smile tugging at the corner of his sensual mouth. “Looking for a refill or something more?”

“Both.”

He stepped aside to let me enter. I paused just inside the front door, turning to look at him after he shut it.

“I’d like to have more,” I said, and held out the container like some sort of orphan in a musical.

“More what?” he asked, and I heard the uncertainty in his voice.

“More food and more you.”

“Are you sure, August?”

I nodded.

He gently took the container, his eyes locked with mine. “Are you one hundred percent sure? Maybe you should take more time. I’m not a prime dating candidate for you. I’m seropositive and I’m fifteen years older than you are. I can almost guarantee you that some of your friends are going to be against us seeing each other.”

“I don’t need more time and I don’t need friends who would be so judgmental. Yes, I’m one hundred percent sure. I’ve spent days reading, watching videos, and then reading more. I even talked with a medical professional. I know what I’m going to be facing—what we’re going to be facing.”

He tossed the container onto a small table at the end of the sofa. “We can never have unprotected sex. Ever. Not even once.”

“I know,” I said as want began pumping through my veins.

“If a condom breaks you could get infected.” He stared deep into my eyes.

“I know,” I replied. “I know all the bad things that can happen. I still want to date you.”

“No, you just think you know all the bad things, Aug. There’s so much you don’t know.” He sounded sad and weary.

“Then I’ll learn. Sal, I want to be with you, okay? I mean, if you don’t want to be with me, then that’s fine. I’ll just leave and you’ll never have to look at my dumb face ever—”

Sal stepped up to me without a word and pushed my back against the wall. A shocked grunt escaped me right before his mouth dropped over mine. He ran his tongue over the seam of my mouth. I let him in. He was powerful, possessive and hungry. His tongue slipped around mine as his hands found the edge of my shirt.

Breaking the kiss, he jerked my shirt upward, not caring that it caught under my chin. He just tugged harder to get the neckband free. Once the material popped free, he grabbed the shirt with both hands and held my arms over my head, the soft cotton keeping my hands off him.

“I should tell you to leave now, but I want you too bad to be noble,” he growled.

He captured my mouth again, this time letting his body lean in to me from chest to knees. My fingers slipped out of the T-shirt and I pushed them between his. Sal gyrated against me. His hard cock slid over mine. I sucked in a heated breath. He moaned, then began feasting on my neck, collarbone, and finally a nipple. He slipped his hands out of my grip and his palms, flat to my arms, slowly slithered downward.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

 
V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, yoga, belly laughs, walking, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, Dr. Who, Torchwood, the New York Rangers, comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, a flock of assorted domestic fowl, and two Jersey steers.
When not writing spicy romances, she enjoys spending her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand. She can also be found online on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and GoodReads.
 
Author Links:
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My blog- http://thoughtsfromayodelinggoatherder.blogspot.com/
 
 

Other Books by V.L. Locey

Gone Writing Publishing M/F Backlist Books and Upcoming Releases
Pink Pucks & Power Plays (Book One of the To Love a Wildcat series)
A Most Unlikely Countess (Book Two of the To Love a Wildcat series)
O Captain! My Captain! (Book Three of the To Love a Wildcat series)
Reality Check (Book Four of the To Love a Wildcat series)
Language of Love (Book Five of the To Love a Wildcat series)
Final Shifts (Book Six of the To Love a Wildcat series)
Clean Sweep (Book One of the Venom series)
Twirly Girl (Book Two of the Venom series)
Tape to Tape (Book Three of the Venom series)
Roster Addition (A To Love a Wildcat novella)
Angle Play (Book Four of the Venom series)
Coming 11/1/17… Flow (Book Five of the Venom series)
Coming 3/14/18…Blueline (Book Six of the Venom Series) Improper Fraction 

Gone Writing Publishing LGBTQ Releases
 
Playmaker (An F/F Venom series novella)
Coming 10/18/17… Improper Fraction
 
 

Independent LGBTQ Releases

 
Holly & Hockey Boots (An M/M holiday hockey romance novella)
Point Shot Trilogy
Snap Shot – Cayuga Cougars #1
Changing Lines – Harrisburg Railers #1 – Coauthored with Rj Scott
Open Net – Cayuga Cougars #2

Coming 9/27/17…First Season – Harrisburg Railers #2 – Coauthored with Rj Scott

Coming 10/4/17… Rookie Moves (Part of the 2107/2018 Changing on the Fly M/M charity hockey anthology)

Coming 12/1/17 … Deep Edge – Harrisburg Railers #3 – Coauthored with Rj Scott 

2018

Coming 1/10/18…Coach’s Challenge – Cayuga Cougars #3

Coming 2/14/18…Ryker – Owatanna Eagles #1 – Coauthored with Rj Scott

Coming 3/14/18…Blueline – Venom #6

Coming 5/15/18…Harrisburg Railers #4 – Coauthored with Rj Scott

Coming 6/27/18…Overtime – Cayuga Cougars #4

Coming 8/8/18… Owatanna Eagles #2 – Coauthored with Rj Scott

Coming 10/13/18…Harrisburg Railers #5 – Coauthored with Rj Scott

Coming 12/5/18… Holiday Novella – Railers &Eagles Crossover – Coauthored with Rj Scott

 

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Sworn to Protect

Sworn to Protect

Susanne Matthews

Four years ago, a car accident robbed Nancy Frost of her child and her mother, taking what was left of her marriage with it in the process. A forensic accountant, she agrees to look at a company’s books in a divorce case, trying to find hidden assets, but her meeting with the lawyer goes terribly wrong when the restaurant is attacked.

The moment US Marshal Neil Copeland discovers his wife has been shot in a Baltimore restaurant, he rushes to her side, determined not to let her down again. As the police investigate, evidence suggests the attack was a ploy to hide a specific hit. When a professional assassin tries to kill Nancy a second time, it’s clear that she was the target and whatever’s going on is a lot more complicated than they think.

When Nancy awakes after a month in an induced coma, not only does she not remember the attack on the restaurant, she doesn’t remember marrying Neil.

Faced with the challenge of protecting his wife from a powerful, faceless enemy, Neil must bring her up to date, dredging up all the sorrow that tore them apart in the first place, hoping something will jar her memory.

As he races against time, can he save her from an unknown assassin and convince her to give the love they once had a second chance?

Excerpt:

“You’re firing me right now? Without any notice? You can’t do that,” she whispered, so shocked she could barely speak.

This couldn’t be happening. Her heart thundered in her ears as the reality of the situation sunk in. How would she pay her bills? She’d refused alimony from Neil. Sure she had a few personal tax clients and could always do more forensic accounting work for Meredith and some of the other lawyers, but those jobs were hit or miss. Three years of her life down the drain just like that. She wasn’t the low man on the totem pole, so why cut her, why let her go?

“I can assure you we can, and we have. Don’t make this any harder than it needs to be. I’m sure with your abilities you’ll find work elsewhere.” He glared at her.

What on Earth had she done to piss him off this way?

“Will I at least be getting a letter of recommendation?” She’d need one to find another job.

“By all means. Mrs. Willis has it ready for you. You can pick it up with your check. Good day, Ms. Frost.”

“I’m sorry, Nancy,” Clive said, opening the door for her, his thin lips drawn in a smug smile.

“You bastard!” She spat the words at him. “Just because I wouldn’t sleep with you is no reason to feed me to the dogs. I could sue you for sexual harassment.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” He looked down his nose at her as if she were some kind of bug. “And as far as suing me,” he said, chuckling, his sapphire gaze boring into her. “It’s your word against mine.”

Shaken by the icy animosity in his voice, she swallowed her retort. “Who will take care of my clients?” she asked, grasping at straws. “I should talk to them and bring them up to date.”

“I’ll look after them, and believe it or not, I can do the job as well as you can.” He dismissed her, entering his office without a backward glance.

“This way,” the goon reached for her arm again, and she yanked it away.

“Touch me again, and you’ll regret it,” she hissed. “I know where my office is.”

Mustering all the dignity she could, Nancy led the way back to the small space she’d called her own. In her absence, someone had emptied her desk and packed up her photographs and other memorabilia. The partially filled box sat in the center of her blotter.

“If you’ll put your arms out at your side, I’ll search you.”

Gritting her teeth, her cheeks burned.

“Oh no, you won’t. I warned you what will happen if you put your paws on me again. There are no pockets in this skirt or jacket, and I’m not about to let you cop a feel,” she ground out, her chest heaving in her fury.

Buy Links:

Sworn to Protect is available from Amazon:

Amazon.com: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B072MHFQJF

Amazon.ca: https://www.amazon.ca/Sworn-Protect-Susanne-Matthews-ebook/dp/B072MHFQJF

Amazon.co.uk: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Sworn-Protect-Susanne-Matthews-ebook/dp/B072MHFQJF

 

About the Author

Amazon bestselling author Susanne Matthews was born and raised in Cornwall, Ontario, Canada. She is of French-Canadian descent. She’s always been an avid reader of all types of books, but with a penchant for happily ever after romances. A retired educator, Susanne spends her time writing and creating adventures for her readers. She loves the ins and outs of romance, and the complex journey it takes to get from the first word to the last period of a novel. As she writes, her characters take on a life of their own, and she shares their fears and agonies on the road to self-discovery and love.

Her first novel, Fire Angel, set the tone for an exciting new career. While most of her books are romantic suspense, Susanne writes stories that range from contemporary to sci-fi and everything in between. She is a PAN member of the Romance Writers of America. 

When she isn’t writing, she’s reading, or traveling to interesting places she can use as settings in her future books or as interesting entries for her blog, Living the Dream. During the summer she enjoys camping with her grandchildren and attending various outdoor concerts and fairs. In winter, she likes to cuddle by the fire and watch television. 

Follow Susanne on her: Website Facebook page Twitter @jandsmatt

Amazon author page and Goodreads author page

Fargo Women Plot and Plan

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Fargo Women Plot and Plan
A Vintage Daze Short Story

By Trisha Faye

AMAZON LINK:

SUMMARY

The women of Fargo, Texas band together to create a church cookbook. Even though 1935 was a difficult year for most of the country, the women are determined. Extreme heat, drought, dust storms – they are nothing compared to the wake of women on a mission. But will the force of the worst dust storm in history derail the women’s project? Take a step back in time in this Vintage Daze Short Story. This historical fiction is inspired by actual women and their ‘How We Cook Down on the Farm’ cookbook created for the Fargo Baptist Church.

Seventeen recipes from the 1935 cookbook are included with this short story.

EXCERPT:

Maude stood in the doorway, hesitant, as every seat was full. She looked around the room, feeling a little out of place. Doilies filled the surfaces of the bookcase, the side tables, and the arms of all the stuffed chairs and divan. Even the radio sitting in the corner had a crocheted adornment covering the top of it. A pristine coat of white paint covered the bead board walls and the globes of all the lamps gleamed brightly with sparkle. It’s obvious that Lillian doesn’t have any children to take up all her time. Then she chastised herself for her little grumble. I should be happy that someone has a house with nice things to fill it.

“Over here, Maude.” Eula sat in the middle of the divan between two women. She scooted closer to Hazel and patted a space between her and Grandma Parker. “We’ll fit. It’ll be a cozy spot.”

Fortunately, Maude’s slim frame fit easily into the space the women made. Grandma Parker leaned over and hugged Maude. “Hi, dear. So nice to see you here today. You haven’t been to many meetings lately.”

“No…the farm…the children…don’t always have the gasoline…” Maude blushed and stammered. She didn’t know why she felt she needed to explain her absence. But out of habit, when an elder spoke or questioned, Maude answered, feeling much like a nine-year old girl instead of the grown woman she was. She searched her memory for the elderly woman’s given name but didn’t recall it. Everyone had called her Grandma Parker for so long, that’s all most of them knew her as.

Mrs. Forester, the group’s president, moved to one side of the parlor and clapped her hands. “Ladies. Your attention please.” She waited until the chatter quieted before continuing. “I call the Women’s Auxiliary of the Fargo Baptist Church to order. Lillian? You’re taking the minutes today?”

The hostess held her sharpened pencil in the air. “Yes, ma’am. Ready, willing, and able.”

“Our first order of business is a vote on our fundraiser.”

“Cookbooks.” A voice called out.

Other voices chimed in, repeating the favored suggestion.

“Cookbooks.”

“Yes, let’s do a cookbook.”

A timid voice from one corner called out a different idea. “Aprons and potholders.”

Mrs. Forester cleared her throat. “Let’s put it to a vote. We have three suggestions from the last meeting. The first suggestion was a bake sale. By a raise of hands…who wants a bake sale?”

The group sat quietly, hands in their laps.

The president glanced around the room, looking for any raised hands. “No one?” She waited a moment and didn’t see any takers. “The next idea was Helen Smith’s suggestion. Selling aprons and pot holders that we’ve sewn and donated. Any votes for aprons and pot holders?”

One lone hand made its way into the air. Helen Smith, the mousy woman sitting in the corner. No one else joined her in the vote.

“That brings us to the third suggestion. Compiling a cookbook…”
HOW TO SUGAR CURE HAM AND BACON 

250 to 300 lb. hog – use 1 gal. salt, 8 tablespoons full sugar, 4 tbsp. black pepper – mix well. Lay meat on paper, rub in mixture well. Extra well on out side skin. Use entire mixture on entire hog. Wrap good in 2 layers of paper, and put in sack. Hang like it walks. Put on mixture next morning after killed, let hang until ready to use.

Horton H. Scherer, a Fargo Farmer

CHICKEN SALAD SANDWICHES

1 chicken cooked tender and ground or chopped fine

1 apple

1-2 head of lettuce

2 medium sized pickles

2 boiled eggs

1 sweet pepper

Chop all these up and salt and pepper to suit taste and add salad dressing. Will make 20 or more sandwiches.

Mrs. Cecil Goins

EMERGENCY OR SOUR MILK BISCUITS

Sift 2 cups flour 4 tsp. baking powder, 1-2 tsp. salt and 1-4 tsp. soda together. Melt shortening, add to sour milk and add this liquid to dry ingredients. Mix to a soft dough. Turn on slightly floured board. Roll or pat to 1-2 inch thick. Cut with small biscuit cutter and bake in greased pan 12 min.

Grandma Parker

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BIO:

Trisha Faye’s greatest pleasure is paying tribute to people and items from the past. When she can tear herself away from the joys of researching, she spins the facts she finds into fictional tales, usually with a cat nestled on her lap.

Trisha delivering a set of 1934 quilt squares to the Taylor County Historical Museum in Iowa.

AUTHOR LINKS:

Web Site: http://www.trishafaye.com

Blog: http://www.trishafaye.wordpress.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/trisha.faye.5

Twitter: @texastrishafaye

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No Good Deed

No Good Deed

Susanne Matthews

Psychological chills and thrills are woven around a heartwarming love story in this action-packed romantic suspense novel.

Escaping from her abusive fiancé, Alexa O’Brien pulls into a gas station only to walk in on an execution. She’s in protective custody until she can identify Nicoli Zabat, Montreal’s mob boss, at his trial. But her safe house has been compromised, setting in motion a dangerous cat-and-mouse game.

Lieutenant Mike Delorme on the Sûreté Du Québec has spent the last eighteen months undercover in narcotics to take down Zabat, the man he blames for the death of his wife and unborn child. He doesn’t have the interest or patience to babysit a woman whose memory isn’t clear—but he’ll carry out his assignment to show the brass he’s a team player.

As Mike and Alexa dodge danger, it appears she’s in deeper than merely being in the wrong place at the wrong time. When the mafia hit she witnessed is revealed to be just the tip of an international terrorist’s plot, they must rely on each other to survive—but only if they can learn to trust their instincts and let love map out their next move.

Excerpt from No Good Deed

Alexa O’Brien white-knuckled the steering wheel, her foot barely touching the accelerator as she followed the taillights of the pickup truck ahead of her. She didn’t dare stay any farther back. If she did, she wouldn’t see the guiding lights at all and would end up in the ditch. Of course, if the truck went off the road, she would be up Shit Creek without a paddle.

She snorted, fluttering her lips. “Damn you, Mother Nature. You’re supposed to be on my side.”

The tires on the old wreck she’d bought were almost as bald as her stepfather had been. What a lecture he would give her if he could see her now. Another man who’d claimed he knew what was best for her. In this case, he was probably right, but he’d been wrong too many times to count. It was her life—her mistakes to make—and while some of them had been doozies, she’d taken control once more.

Pray God she didn’t have to brake suddenly.

She’d planned her escape so carefully, timed it to coincide with Richard’s trip to Africa, and now this. Where the hell had a foot of snow come from? It was the middle of April. Even in Canada, that meant spring.

The distance between her car and the vehicle ahead shortened. Alexa eased up on the accelerator. What was she doing? Twenty miles per hour? Maybe twenty-five?

The lights ahead turned a deeper red. She was coming up on the truck too fast.

“Holy shit!”

She moved her foot from the gas pedal to the brake, pumping the pedal twice, but it didn’t help. She screeched. Like Bambi on ice, the car swerved, spun around twice, and then skidded to the right. Time stood still—the car didn’t.

Buy links:

No Good Deed is available from:

Amazon.com https://www.amazon.com/No-Good-Deed-Susanne-Matthews-ebook/dp/B071F7N8M4

Amazon.ca https://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B071F7N8M4

Amazon.co.uk https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B071NZS7HY

Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/no-good-deed-susanne-matthews/1126398214

i-Tunes https://itunes.apple.com/ca/book/no-good-deed/id1236917968

Google Play https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Susanne_Matthews_No_Good_Deed

Kobo https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/no-good-deed-29

Simon and Schuster: http://www.simonandschuster.ca/books/No-Good-Deed/Susanne-Matthews/9781507205631


About the Author:

Amazon bestselling author Susanne Matthews was born and raised in Cornwall, Ontario, Canada. She is of French-Canadian descent. She’s always been an avid reader of all types of books, but with a penchant for happily ever after romances. A retired educator, Susanne spends her time writing and creating adventures for her readers. She loves the ins and outs of romance, and the complex journey it takes to get from the first word to the last period of a novel. As she writes, her characters take on a life of their own, and she shares their fears and agonies on the road to self-discovery and love.

Her first novel, Fire Angel, set the tone for an exciting new career. While most of her books are romantic suspense, Susanne writes stories that range from contemporary to sci-fi and everything in between. She is a PAN member of the Romance Writers of America.

 

When she isn’t writing, she’s reading, or traveling to interesting places she can use as settings in her future books or as interesting entries for her blog, Living the Dream. During the summer she enjoys camping with her grandchildren and attending various outdoor concerts and fairs. In winter, she likes to cuddle by the fire and watch television.

Follow Susanne on her: Website Facebook page Twitter @jandsmatt

Amazon author page and Goodreads author page

New Release – Middleweight

Middleweight (Hallow Brothers #2)

By Tricia Andersen

#shifter #wolf #werewolf #werewolves #paranormal #mma #fighter #brothers #vampire #romance #love #mate #mating

Primal attraction brings Eve Romero together with Micah Hallow, one of the infamous Hallow Brothers. Will their union heal them—or destroy them both?​

Micah Hallow doesn’t believe he’ll ever find his mate. That is until a mystic tattoo appears on his back after a wild night with a stripper that marks her as his mate. Despite a life-threatening injury that brings him to his knees every time it strikes, he commits to a fight in the octagon to save her life. What will she do when she finds out he’s one of the infamous Hallow Brothers—and a werewolf?

Eve Romero can’t escape her violent boss, Deacon. That is, until the hottie she slept with puts his life on the line in exchange for hers. She can’t fight the primal attraction to him even though she doesn’t feel she’s worthy of the Hallow brother. Can she overcome her past to be with him? And when a new, murderous threat strikes close to home, will the two of them survive?
Excerpt

Eve gritted her teeth as her bike dipped and bounced around on the dirt road up through the dense forest. Despite the presence of so many pine trees, the ground was nearly covered with fallen leaves. Even though the carpet of reds, golds, and oranges was beautiful in the twilight glow, she nearly wiped out on her motorcycle three times. Shit. This is going to be a bitch when the snow falls. And I’m not about to go buy a car. Not that I’m moving here. But if I did, no car.

The urge for Micah that typically filled her resonated harder than it ever had. Her whole body was on fire, and he was the only cure. She could already feel his lips on her skin, his teeth nipping at her breast. She needed him now. His ridiculous talk about her being his mate didn’t matter. Maybe his lack of sex has made him delusional. I can fix that.

She glanced around at the thick forest that surrounded her. This trail had jostled her for nearly an hour. She couldn’t be going in the right direction. Where the hell had Micah gone? She was going to get lost in these woods and die, and he’d never find her.

She breathed a sigh of relief as the trees opened up to reveal a large clearing. She pulled to a stop and parked her bike next to a row of old antique cars and trucks. She did a double take. Even in the light of the full moon, they were easy to recognize. They were the same vehicles that were down at Sharky’s Garage. She dismounted from her bike as she scanned the scene before her. There were nine buildings made out of interlocking logs. Seven were nearly identical. One was a bit bigger. The final one was over a hundred feet long. There was no doubt in her mind the place must have been a summer camp at one point. On the other side of the clearing were several wooden box gardens filled only with dirt and a few sprigs left over from the harvest. Near the tree line were two tall wooden and metal towers with equipment mounted on the top. The place was sort of bizarre. Micah lives here so far away from the rest of civilization? No wonder he was a virgin before he met me.

She took a couple of steps toward the middle of the camp and then froze. Did she hear something? It sounded like a dog. There was a shuffle against the ground before she heard the deep, heavy pant behind her. It was accompanied by a snarl. Her heart clenched in her chest, almost driving the desire out of her. She slowly turned to face whatever large, angry animal cornered her.

She gasped in terror as she laid eyes on the beast. On all fours, it was taller than her. It was covered in coarse, brown fur. Razor sharp fangs shot up past its upper lip. Thick claws pawed the ground angrily. It snorted and stomped just before it charged.

Eve screamed as a second beast, bigger and stronger than the first, collided into it, knocking it to the ground. She backpedaled away from the monsters to slam into a third, even larger than the first two. It growled deeply before it padded to the second one. The two of them made a horrifying wall of feral, nightmarish animal blocking her from her bike.

Eve spun on her toe to sprint away. She needed to run fast and far from this nightmare. Instead, she found herself face to face with a fourth. Her fear went to war with her need for sex. She watched the fourth beast strain to focus on her. With what sounded like a sigh to her, the creature leaned in and nudged her. The touch sent delicious shivers through her. She shook her head. What the hell was happening to her?

She backed away from the unholy pack toward the rows of cabins. The fourth followed beside her, guiding her toward one in particular. When she tried to run, to deviate from the path, it herded her back on course. She studied the structure. It was the second one in from the larger ones.

The beast followed as she climbed the steps and scurried through the little building. The sound of shredding wood followed her. She looked frantically for a way out but found none. She was trapped. She would be an easy kill for this thing now. Glancing at the door of the bathroom, she took off for it. The room was far too small for the animal to get into. It was her only hope.

She made it to the shower before she turned to find the beast in the doorway of the bathroom. Eve’s knees gave out. She crumpled to the tile floor, shaking. It huffed as it raised a dangerous claw to her. It didn’t slash at her. Instead, it caught the door knob. In one quick, sharp motion, it slammed the door closed.

 

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About the Author

Tricia Andersen lives in Iowa with her husband, Brian and her three children – her sons, Jake and Jon, and her daughter, Alex. She graduated from the University of Iowa with a Bachelor of Arts in English and from Kirkwood Community College with an Associate of Arts degree in Communications Media/Public Relations.  

Along with writing (which she loves to do), Tricia practices Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, coaches and participates in track and field, reads, sews and is involved in many of her children’s activities.

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Club Starburst Series by Josie Carver

Cassandra’s Unveiling

Damon, his cousin, and four friends converted grandma’s house into a private sex club for people of color. It seemed like a good idea, and the club was starting to turn a profit already—after being open for only a few months.

So, Damon was proud to show it off to his friend and occasional sexual playmate, Cassandra. She’d had a small taste of his freaky side and seemed interested. Damon was interested in finding out how much more this Latina beauty could handle.

What he didn’t expect was to open the door to a side of Cassandra that even she didn’t know existed. It wasn’t just the kink that turned her on. It wasn’t only the submission, either.

Step inside Club Starburst as Damon and his friends help Cass find the sexual freedom and happiness she’s been searching for in ways she didn’t know existed.

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Safe and Sane

Rules are for safety. Dungeon Monitors are for protection.

So what do you do when the DM is the one breaking the rules and possibly putting his submissive in danger? Does it matter that they’ve been together for years? Does it matter that this DM is one of the investors in Club Starburst?

Damon isn’t sure how to handle what he’s been observing between Maverick and Desiree. He can’t quite put his finger on what’s wrong. To make the situation even more complicated, Desiree’s old Dominant is watching, too. He was always very protective, and he’s not happy.

What do you do when the play room is filled with tension between friends, when safe and sane are in question, and when respect and rules are being stretched?

If someone has to go, who will it be when everyone involved is an investor with money to lose?
Safe and Sane 

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The Dom’s Destiny

Damon didn’t expect Club Starburst to be so successful when he’d first had the idea to open a BDSM club for black folks, but he’d seen a lot of happy relationships form and people grow into fuller acceptance of their sexual proclivities over the months. Everyone seemed satisfied with the way he was handling the club business, but for him, something was still missing.

Until his Destiny walked in the door. No, seriously, her name is Destiny and it only took a few minutes of observing her for Damon to know that he wanted to break her. Then he’d make her his.

Of course, he would set his sights on one of the most difficult new members the club had ever accepted. A submissive who didn’t want to follow the rules. A sassy, beautiful, sexy vixen who turned him inside out and got away with topping him because she was just too distracting for him to keep her in line.

Yeah, he wanted her and he was going to have her . . . even if his Destiny brought a future full of trouble.

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Author Bio:

Josie Carver was born and raised in Ohio, where she resides currently. From a young age, she was drawn to romance comic books and novels. Relationships intrigue her. Falling in love fascinates her. She recently decided to write erotic romance stories after discovering a true enjoyment of reading the sub-genre. One thing she hopes to get across in the debut Club Starburst Series is that the power exchange between a man and a woman during intimacy is one of the most vulnerable and powerful experiences people can share if they are brave enough to let go of inhibitions.

Josie desired to create a series with complex characters, so you’ll find a variety of issues affecting the main characters from Cassandra’s Unveiling, Safe and Sane, and The Dom’s Destiny. These stories are about much more than sex because Josie believes that everything about us impacts how we relate to those we are our closest friends and lovers. She spent a lot of time researching the BDSM culture and speaking with people who participate in the lifestyle so that her readers can feel a true appreciation for what she believes is a truly remarkable world. At the end of the day, she believes that this foray and these characters represent the possibilities that can happen when people are unafraid to trust in one another, exercise the power found in knowing themselves, and reach beyond traditional boundaries to find freedom and fulfillment. 

Josie Carver is the erotica pen name of award-winning romance Author Brynette L. Turner. The pen name was chosen to honor her great-grandmother Josephine—a woman of strength, intelligence, bravery, and determination—as well as her favorite middle school teacher, who was one of the people to invest in building her up as a person instead of just seeing her as another student. Creating interesting story lines in a sub-genre that seems taboo to many African Americans is a true act of courage that Josie hopes will make people proud and encourage them to delve deeply into their secret desires and buried needs.

You can reach her at josie.carver.erotica@gmail.com, follow @EroticJosie on Twitter, like her Facebook page at http://www.facebook.com/EroticJosieAA, and sign up for her newsletter at http://eepurl.com/cBpKGX.

The Girl and Her Men

The Girl and Her Men

Book 3

Curvy and Wanted Series 

Warning: For Mature Adult Audiences 18+. Contains language and actions some may deem offensive. Sexually explicit content. Ménage – MMF

Teagan Creed

What do you do when your whole world gets turned upside down?

How do you thank someone who has done something so unimaginably remarkable?

You can’t unless you fall head over heels in love with them.

Dominick Ashe

When you focus your entire existence on fixing that something for the one person you will do anything for. Only to get hit by the full force of unexpected love, so instantaneously you are sure someone is going to take it away.

Carmen DeFrancisco

I was just doing what I hope anyone else would do.

How much can one person take though?

What happens when tempers flare, a known enemy strikes, and indecisions surface?

Find out what happens when three become one.

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Coming May 9th – Welterweight

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A mysterious force binds Meg Riley to the dark, mysterious werewolf Caleb Hallow. Can they put aside their differences and give themselves over to their union, or will their pasts destroy them?

Caleb Hallow doesn’t need anyone. All he needs is to dominate in the MMA cage and become world champion. His plans are derailed when he wakes up with a mysterious tattoo of his ancestors after a one night stand with his opponent’s ex-girlfriend, Meg Riley. Sharing the mark with her joins them as mates for eternity. Can Caleb deal with Meg for the rest of his life? Can he keep her safe from his past as he falls deeply in love with her? And will she stay by him when she finds out he is actually a werewolf?

It was just a fling, a chance to get revenge on her cheating ex. At least that’s what Meg Riley tries to convince herself. But the indescribable pull that draws her to the dark, dangerous Caleb Hallow tells her differently. Although she is furious when she finds the strange tattoo on her back after their night together, and even though he tells her some convoluted story about him being a werewolf, she can’t stay away from him. She can’t stop herself from falling for him. When her ex threatens Caleb’s life, how far will Meg go to save him? Will she be willing to sacrifice her life for his?

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Rude by JM Walker

Still conflicted about #oneclicking Rude? Here’s Chapter 1. Also, Rude CAN be read as a standalone. You do NOT need to read the first books in the series before reading this one. 🙂

Chapter 1 – Coby

The naked body beside me didn’t do shit for my appetite. I was fucking hungry, and this limp bundle was dead weight compared to the beast within who wanted to come out and play. If only I could feed it. Give it the sustenance it craved. The ecstasy that took over all thought processes while you fuck into oblivion.

“You ready for more, baby?” the whore asked, looking up at me through heavy-lidded eyes.

I only looked at her. I couldn’t be sure what she saw on my face, but either way, I wanted her gone.

A moment later, she swallowed hard and rose from the bed. Grabbing her clothes, she shuffled out of the room.

Shower. I needed a fucking shower. I needed to wash the smell of impurity off me. 

The woman latched on hard the night before. One look, and the next thing I knew, she was all over me like a pig in shit. Of course, I acted how she wanted me to. If I would have shown her my true self, she would have left before I could get my dick wet. No woman could handle the beast—the part of myself I liked to think was put there out of retribution for my past transgressions. I was a sinner, and I paid the price by craving things I couldn’t get from just anyone.

When the front door shut, I took that as my cue and trudged to the bathroom. But not before I was met with the stare down from Dale Michaels. My Navy brother narrowed his eyes, looking between the door and myself.

“Rough night?” he asked, popping back a beer.

It wasn’t even noon yet and already he was drinking. Not that I was one to judge. If I drank, living in the shit world we did, I would probably be slamming back a few as well. Instead, in my case, I curbed that craving through other means necessary. Alcohol did shit for my appetite.

“Not rough enough,” I answered, pushing open the door leading to my savior. Hot water. And lots of it.

“I don’t get you, man.” He took another swig, burped and pointed the head of the bottle in my direction. “You fuck woman after woman but you’re still grumpy as shit. You think you would be the happiest man alive with how much pussy you’re getting.”

Pussy. Sure. I got a lot of it, but it wasn’t what I wanted. I shrugged, the movement causing a slight crack to shiver down my spine. “It’s only sex. And that—” I pointed to the main door at the front of the apartment “—was just pussy. Nothing more.” Act like a lady, and I’ll treat you like one. But if you come to me acting like a whore, I won’t be nice.

Dale shook his head. “Still don’t get you,” he mumbled, drinking the rest of his beer. He frowned once he realized it was empty and made his way into the kitchen.

Heading into the bathroom before he could bombard me with more questions, I stripped and turned on the shower. Craving the burn from the water, I stepped under the hot spray. A groan escaped me, the bite of the scalding liquid making all my nerve endings come alive. It helped the itch, but it wasn’t enough. It was never enough.

A hard knock sounded on the door a moment later, interrupting my current enjoyment.

“Angel needs us at the club,” Dale said. “Dante’s Kings are headed there.”

Fucking fuck.

“Be out in a sec.” I finished up my shower, dreading it instantly when I turned off the water. If only my emotions were that easy to turn off.

Dante’s Kings were annoying. They were like flies, always getting in the way and shitting on anything they touched.

The motorcycle club did everything in their power to put fear into the people they came into contact with. Only dealing with them a couple of times, I never gave them the satisfaction. They didn’t scare me. Nothing did. Not yet, anyway. I had seen it all. Dante’s Kings were pussies compared to who I had had to deal with in my lifetime.

“Coby,” Dale barked. “Let’s go.”

So damn impatient. I got dressed, making sure my shirt covered my scars. Tattoos wouldn’t even cover them, the skin being too sensitive, so I never even bothered. Nightmares from my past threatened to force their way into my mind. Nagging. Poking. Scraping at the walls of my sanity. Things I had done. Things I still did. Being a Navy SEAL sniper was not all puppies and glitter.

Giving myself a shake, I left the small room.

“Ready?” Dale asked, coming down the hallway toward me.

My body vibrated, my knuckles itching with the need to hit something. “Yes.”

He smirked. “Got the itch?”

“Yes,” I repeated, flexing my hands. The itch hurt at times. It was arthritis. I knew that. But the darkness inside of me liked to convince me it was the need to destroy. Like Godzilla itself, I craved the day I could tear down the evil that put the innocent in harm’s way.

“Let’s go.” Dale demanded, leaning his head from side to side.

I followed him out to his truck, the urgent need to fight growing stronger by the minute. The closer we got to the clubhouse, the more intense the urge became.

The King’s Harlots club came into view ten minutes later. Motorcycles lined the parking lot in all different sizes and colors. 

“As much as I can’t stand Dante’s King’s, they sure have some nice machinery,” Dale whistled. “I need a bike.”

“You don’t even know how to ride one,” I reminded him, the memory of him falling off mine coming to mind.

“You’re a tall fucker, and your bike is too big for me.”

I chuckled, shaking my head.

Dale raised an eyebrow.

Clearing my throat, I pasted on a straight face. 

Laughing. 

It wasn’t something I did often. Having feelings stripped from me at a young age, becoming a sniper in the military made sense. I didn’t care who I shot and killed. Everyone who fell to their death at my feet deserved it.

“You need to laugh more,” Dale mumbled, breaking the unnerving silence. 

Yeah, yeah. There were a lot of things I needed to do. Laughing was not one of them.

We pulled into the parking lot, and that was when a flutter of something washed over me, hitting me square in the balls. I couldn’t explain the new feeling. It was delicious, making my senses come alive. 

Stepping out of the truck, my gaze landed on the source of these new feelings. Or rather, recurring feelings that I hadn’t acted upon. Yet.

“Hey, guys,” Brogan Tapp, the smallest member of King’s Harlots but definitely the toughest, sidled up to Dale. “Max is inside.”

“Fucking great,” he grumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets and made his way inside the club.

“Hi, Coby,” she said, her mouth moving over my name like a lover’s kiss, but all I could picture was it sliding over my cock instead.

I nodded once, giving her some acknowledgement.

She rolled her eyes, making her way back into the club, but not before I heard her mutter, “Asshole,” under her breath.

Smirking to myself, I followed her. Was I an asshole? Yes. But only because I knew I wouldn’t be good for her. She deserved better. So much better. I had demons, dark secrets, and I didn’t need to worry about a woman who I knew could make me fall in love with her. These confusing feelings I got already from just being near her didn’t sit well with me. My palms twitched, itching with the need to touch her. Just a touch. My fingers begged to move her dark curly hair off the back of her neck. My arms pleaded to wrap around her small, firm body, holding her against me until I got the calm I was looking for.

Brogan could be it. The one who took the impending darkness away.

I shook my head. No. I would live the rest of my life fucking random women to curb my craving before I ever hurt a hair on Brogan’s head. And being with me would do just that.

***

(Brogan)

Coby-Fucking-Porter.

The guy was a God.

Dark. Tall. Quiet. So damn quiet. He didn’t need to talk for you to know that he was already looking into your soul. I bet he knew all my dirty and dangerous secrets without me even telling him.

When he grunted, instead of saying hi to me, I wanted to drive my fist into his face and yell for him to answer me. To have a conversation with me. To give me something. But no. He had demanded for weeks that I stop hinting. I had a crush on the guy. Everyone knew it. But, why wouldn’t I? He was everything that I wasn’t.

I found myself wanting to not only crack his walls but destroy them. I was warned, told to stay away from him, leave him alone. Blah. Blah. Blah.

With four older brothers, I wasn’t one to give up easily.

After everything that had been going on over the past couple of weeks, I would lie low, though, giving Coby the space he felt he needed. Everything in me told me that something had happened. Call it the nurturing side of me, but I wanted to help. I wanted to ease his pain which wasn’t like me at all. The only people I felt the need to protect were my brothers and sisters and now Coby’s team.

Vice-One had made themselves known a couple of months ago when they started working on the club after someone tried to blow it up.

Angel Rodriguez, being the owner, was adamant on getting it fixed up. Especially after he met Genevieve Gold. Or Jay. Call her by her full name and she would shove her shitkicker up your ass.

Making my way into the club, I headed to the meeting room that was now filled with two bike clubs and the guys from Vice-One. I never let it be known but I didn’t like crowds. Especially if people got in my bubble.

Jay sat at the head of the large oak table, talking to Maxine Stanton, the vice-president.

Max nodded every so often, looking around the large room before turning back to our boss.

“Brogan, you okay?” Meeka Cline, my best friend, came up beside me, grumbling under her breath how there was too much testosterone in one room.

“I’m fine.” I would be better if I was alone or hitting something. My muscles vibrated. A good workout would be needed after this shit.

A loud whistle sounded around the room, silencing the noisy chatter.

“Tell us what’s going on,” Angel demanded of Brian Gold, Jay’s father. He stood beside Jay, keeping his hand on her shoulder. Although he was the president of Dante’s Kings and rough around the edges, when it came to his daughter, he was a big teddy bear.

“Charles has contacted us,” the older man’s deep voice grit out. “One of our men from another chapter ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time. He was sent back to his club piece by piece, the last one being his dick.”

My stomach somersaulted, but not for reasons one would think. It reacted that way whenever I wished I could do something myself. To rip off every appendage that belonged to Charles Brian would be the best gift I had ever been given. I was sick and twisted but I owned it.

“Fuck me,” Jay breathed. “Who was it?”

“A prospect, but it doesn’t matter who,” Brian snapped, shaking his head a second later. “Sorry, nugget. It’s been a rough morning.”

“I understand.” She rose to her feet, pacing back and forth. “Anything else?”

“Another club was blown up in Fort Banks,” Brian answered, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Shit.” Dale leaned forward. “You think Charles’ men did it?”

“Yes,” Tyler Bone interjected. “We do.” The vice-president of Dante’s Kings, cracked his knuckles. “It’s only been the one club so far but we wanted to warn you.”

Nothing was said as Tyler spoke the truth. He was an ass. Being Jay’s ex, he had caused problems for them. But for whatever reason, he was being civil.

“Why do you want to help us?” Jay questioned, her forehead crinkling in the middle.

“Nugget, why wouldn’t we want to help?” her father asked. “I know you’ve had your problems, but we’re in this together. These bastards are trying to destroy what’s ours. They killed one of our own.”

“I get that,” she interrupted. “But why are you helping us?” she asked Tyler.

Tyler sat back, rubbing his chin. “I don’t know. I do suggest taking my help while it’s being offered, though.”

Jay laughed. “That’s more like it.” She let out a heavy sigh, turning to Angel. “What do you think?”

“I think you girls shouldn’t be alone. Being one of the only female MCs in this area, you have a bigger target on your backs. These sick fucks …” he growled. “We have to be careful.”

Jay nodded. “Thank you for warning us.” She waved a hand in front of her face. “You can go now.”

I bit back a laugh. God, I loved her. Jay was good at her job, and she didn’t take shit from anyone. Not even her father’s club. It always amused me when she threw her attitude at them.

“You’ve become a bitch, Jenny.” Tyler stood, rapping his knuckles on the table top. “We’re only trying to help.”

“Yeah. Sure. Thanks for that.” Jay looked to her father. “Thank you.”

Her dad only smirked. “Be safe.” He kissed her head and followed the rest of his crew out of the room.

“Well, that was fun,” Dale muttered, stretching his arms over his head.

“Oh, yeah.” Max pasted a fake smile on her face. “The fact that clubs are being blown to shit all over the state is definitely something to look forward to.”

Dale only stared at her, his eyes darkening.

“All right, children—” I rose from the chair “—play nice.”

Dale scoffed. “That’s boring.”

Max scowled, leaving the room and slamming the door shut behind her.

Letting out a sigh, I shook myself. “I’m going to go hit something.”

Although I would rather fuck this frustration out of me, I had no one that would accommodate that desire. It wasn’t like Coby had any interest in appeasing this ache inside of me. The guy couldn’t stand me. He wouldn’t talk to me. He wouldn’t even acknowledge that I existed. This was a fucked-up time, and I found myself wanting him even more. Call me a masochist but the fact he was being an asshole turned me on.

I was so screwed.

King’s Harlots, book 3

Rude – can be read as a standalone

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Attorney Geneva Lang has the right pedigree and attended the preferred Ivy League school. Hell, she even has the right last name to become a partner at the Lawrence and Larringer Law Firm. Nothing will stop her from climbing to the top. Well maybe one thing—the older partners would like to see her married. In a modern world, surely a woman doesn’t need a man behind her to be taken seriously?

Now her mother and friends are tossing men at her like confetti. She doesn’t want them shoved down her throat any more than she welcomes the men she works with hitting on her—whether they make six figure salaries or not. Just when she doesn’t think this month could get more annoying, she ends up in a traffic accident.
Liam Hart takes his job seriously. Almost so seriously that he almost didn’t look up from the mangled body of the Lexus and missed the gorgeous woman in a power suit standing in front of him. One look at the woman and he wants to peel off her hose and throw her legs over his shoulders. But first he needs to make her remember she’s a woman—with needs. Lucky for her he knows how.
Despite the fact that she’s falling for a hunk who is great with his hands—in bed and out—everyone believes she’s having a fling. Why is it so hard to believe a woman like her would fall for a blue-collar man? Their opposite lifestyles can’t possibly tear them apart, can they?