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Dirty Bad Strangers by Jade West

TITLE : DIRTY BAD STRANGERS
AUTHOR: JADE WEST
GENRE: EROTIC ROMANCE
He calls me his dirty girl.
He’s just a caller, a sex line client, an
anonymous pervert like all the others.
Except he isn’t.
He’s under my skin… his voice, his laugh,
his twisted fantasies.
He wants to watch me with other men. Lots
of other men.
He wants me blindfolded and bound and taken
by strangers until I’m a used-up mess.
Then he wants to take me himself.
I should hang up, report him to my
supervisor.
But I won’t. I can’t
… because I want him, too.
Gemma Taylor was born to be a chatline operator.
Her filthy mouth and a filthier imagination make her hot property on sex chat.
The hours are great and the money’s even better. She’s onto a good thing;
finding her feet in the big smoke of London with a couple of old school
friends.
Until he
calls.
The rules of chatline are clear: no
personal information, no breaches of confidentiality, and absolutely no other
forms of communication of any kind.
So why is she giving him her number? Why
the hell is she planning on blindfolding herself and leaving her door unlocked
for him?
Gemma Taylor’s in deep.
And she’s about to get deeper.
Much, much deeper.
 

 

Warning: As with the other Dirties, this book is exactly what the title suggests. A filthy tale of unlikely romance, featuring group sex, bondage, and the usual kind of extremity readers have come to expect from the pen of Jade West. Definitely, definitely 18+. A strong disposition certainly a bonus
 

 

Jade West is a contemporary erotic author, real life submissive, and former sex chat-line operator, who is plenty used to getting people all steamed up with her dirty mouth. Her debut release, Dirty Bad Wrong, smashed into the Amazon top 100 in February 2015, followed by Dirty Bad Savage in June – an Amazon top 100 bestseller in 4 countries. Dirty Bad Strangers, the latest tale of debauchery and unlikely romance, releases September 19th.
 
 
 
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Bestselling author, Marni Mann, brings readers, the Unblocked Collection. These steamy novellas take you on an erotic journey with Derek Block and Frankie Jordan as they navigate secrets, professional boundaries, and a connection they cannot seem to avoid.

EPISODE ONE

One taste was all it took…
Derek Block seeks revenge.
Frankie Jordan seeks professional dominance.
He wants her, she wants him.
Lines that can’t cross begin to blur.

EPISODE TWO

Derek Block demands more.
Frankie Jordan wants to run.
Pleasure complicates business.
But some passion is just too hard to resist.
Things are getting hotter as real estate gets real…

EPISODE THREE

Derek Block confronts his past.
Frankie Jordan’s past pursues her.
Secrets threaten to keep them apart.
They want to let go of each other, but can’t.
Their passion is too hot to resist.
Things are scorching as real estate gets real…

EPISODE FOUR

Derek Block is ready to fight.
Frankie Jordan must make a decision.
Their pasts are demanding attention.
Confessing the truth may not be enough.
But can their intense passion sustain them?

EPISODE FIVE

Derek Block needs to protect those he cares about.
Frankie Jordan fears the loss of those she loves.
Darkness drives them.
But could it drive them apart?
This is Episode Five, the final Episode in the Timber Towers Series.

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From New York Times Best Selling author Lisa Renee Jones, a story with the heat of 50 Shades and the mystery of Pretty Little Liars. Now in development for cable TV with acclaimed producer Suzanne Todd (Alice in Wonderland w/Johnny Depp)

How It All Started…
One day I was a high school teacher on summer break, leading a relatively uneventful but happy life. Or so I told myself. Later, I’d question that, as I would question pretty much everything I knew about me, my relationships, and my desires. It all began when my neighbor thrust a key to a storage unit at me. She’d bought it to make extra money after watching some storage auction show. Now she was on her way to the airport to elope with a man she barely knew, and she needed me to clear out the unit before the lease expired.

Soon, I was standing inside a small room that held the intimate details of another woman’s life, feeling uncomfortable, as if I was invading her privacy. Why had she let these items so neatly packed, possessions that she clearly cared about deeply, be lost at an auction? Driven to find out by some unnamed force, I began to dig, to discover this woman’s life, and yes, read her journals–dark, erotic journals that I had no business reading. Once I started, I couldn’t stop. I read on obsessively, living out fantasies through her words that I’d never dare experience on my own, compelled by the three men in her life, none of whom had names. I read onward until the last terrifying dark entry left me certain that something had happened to this woman. I had to find her and be sure she was okay.

Before long, I was taking her job for the summer at the art gallery, living her life, and she was nowhere to be found. I was becoming someone I didn’t know. I was becoming her.

The dark, passion it becomes…

Now, I am working at a prestigious gallery, where I have always dreamed of being, and I’ve been delivered to the doorstep of several men, all of which I envision as one I’ve read about in the journal. But there is one man that will call to me, that will awaken me in ways I never believed possible. That man is the ruggedly sexy artist, Chris Merit, who wants to paint me. He is rich and famous, and dark in ways I shouldn’t find intriguing, but I do. I so do. I don’t understand why his
dark side appeals to me, but the attraction between us is rich with velvety promises of satisfaction. Chris is dark, and so are his desires, but I cannot turn away. He is damaged beneath his confident good looks and need for control, and in some way, I feel he needs me. I need him.

All I know for certain is that he knows me like I don’t even know me, and he says I know him. Still, I keep asking myself — do I know him? Did he know her, the journal writer, and where is she? And why doesn’t it seem to matter anymore? There is just him and me, and the burn for more.

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Chris maneuvers the 911 into the drive of a fancy high-rise building not more than four blocks from the gallery. Before I can question the fancy location being home to a pizza joint, as he’d called it, a valet is already opening my door.

“I’ll come around to get you,” Chris says with a touch on my arm. He doesn’t wait for a reply, climbing out of the vehicle and disappearing from full view.

I am both charmed and embarrassed at the prospect he believes the extra wine has made me a helpless lush. Worse, it wouldn’t be an assumption completely without merit, and this night is exactly why I never let myself lose control. It always backfires.

I unsnap the seat belt about the same moment Chris appears at my door. Holding my skirt down, I slide my legs to the ground, all too aware of his scorching gaze on my legs.

His hand appears in front of me, and I hold my breath, preparing for the impact of his touch, as I press my palm to his. He pulls me to my feet, onto the sidewalk beneath an awning, his hand settling possessively on my hip. The rich sensation of desire spreads through my limbs. I have never in my life reacted to a man this intensely.

Behind me, I hear the car door shut, and the engine rev, before the 911 pulls away. “This doesn’t look like a place that serves pizza,” I comment, but I am not looking at the building. It is Chris who has my full attention.

“Two blocks down,” he explains. “We can walk there if you want, or we can go upstairs to my apartment.”

Chris lives here, at least when he’s in the States. The implications of our location are clear.

His long fingers curl around my neck, under my hair, and he lowers his mouth to my ear. “Be warned, Sara. I’m no saint. If I take you upstairs, I’m going to strip you naked and fuck you the way I’ve wanted to since the moment we first met.”

The shockingly bold words ripple through me, and I am instantly aroused, squeezing my thighs together. He has wanted to fuck me since we first met. I want him to fuck me. I want to fuck him. Yes. Fuck. I want to give myself permission to forget good, proper behavior and fuck and be fucked. Wild, hot, uncontrollable passion, with no worries during and regrets in the aftermath. I’ve never let myself feel those things. When in my life have I ever experienced such a thing? When has any man ever made me think I could?

I press against his chest and lean back, my eyes seeking his. “If you’re trying to scare me off, it’s not working.”

“Not yet,” he says, dark certainty to his tone, to the lines etched in his handsome face. It is as if this is simply a seed already planted that cannot be stopped.

“Not at all,” I counter.

He doesn’t immediately respond, and his expression is a mask of hard lines, his jaw set, tense. Slowly, his fingers slide from my neck to caress a path down my arm until his fingers lace intimately with mine. “Never say never, Sara,” he murmurs, and starts walking, pulling me with him.

Anticipation sizzles through me as we walk toward the automatic doors to be greeted by a man in a dark suit with an earpiece and buzz cut.

“Evening, Mr. Merit,” he says, and glances at me. “Evening, miss.”

“Evening, Jacob,” Chris replies. “Pizza coming our way. Don’t frisk the delivery guy.”

“Not unless he’s a delivery woman, sir,” Jacob comments, and I get the sense these two are familiar beyond the casual exchange.

I lift a tentative hand at Jacob. “Hi.”

“Ma’am,” he replies, and there is a slight shift in his gaze I’m certain he doesn’t intend for me to notice, but I do. I read it as surprise at my presence, and I can only assume I am far from Chris’s normal choice in women. It isn’t hard for me to imagine Chris being a blond bombshell kind of man, and where I hadn’t felt insecure moments before, I suddenly do now. I am angry at myself for feeling such a thing when I’ve promised myself no more self-doubt. When I crave the escape, the freedom, I was so close to experiencing only moments before.

The elevator is right off the fancy lobby and past a security booth. Chris punches the button, and the doors open immediately. I follow him inside and watch as he keys in a code. The doors shut, and he pulls me hard against him.

My hands settle on his hard chest, inside the line of his jacket, and warmth spreads through me. “What just happened?” His hand brands my hip.

My breasts are heavy, my nipples aching. “I don’t know what you mean,”

“Yes. You do. Second thoughts, Sara?”

I scold myself for being so transparent. “Do you want me to have second thoughts?”

“No. What I want is to take you to my apartment and make you come and then do it all over again.”

Oh . . . yes, please. “Okay,” I whisper, “but I think you should feed me first.”

His lips curve into a smile, his eyes dancing with gold specks of pure fire. “Then you can feed me.”

The bell dings, and the doors begin to open. Chris wastes no time pulling me to the edge of the elevator, and I watch in surprise as a gorgeous living room appears before me, rather than a hallway. Chris has a private elevator, and I am entering his private world, a world very unlike my own.

Chris releases my hand, our eyes lock, and I read the silent message in his. Enter by choice, without pressure. On some level I sense that once I enter his apartment, the decision to do so is going to change me. He is going to change me in some profound way I cannot begin to comprehend fully. I think he might know this, and I wonder why he would be so certain, what is etched with such clarity to him beneath the surface.

He has misplaced doubts of me in this moment, as he’d doubted me at the gallery. I can see it in his eyes, sense it in the air. I refuse to allow his lack of confidence in me, or anyone else’s for that matter, to dictate what I can or cannot do ever again. I’ve been there, and I ended up on the sharp edge of a cliff, about to crash and burn. I’d recovered, and I am beginning to see that locking myself in a shell of an existence isn’t healing. It’s hiding. Regardless of what happens at the gallery, I’m done hiding.

My chin lifts, and I cut my gaze from Chris’s and exit the elevator.

My heels touch the pale perfection of glossy hardwood floors, and I stop and stare at the breathtaking sight before me. Beyond the expensive leather furniture adorning a sunken living room with a massive fireplace in the left corner is a spectacular sight. There is a floor-to-ceiling window, a live pictorial of our city, spanning the entire length of the room.

Spellbound, I walk forward, enchanted by the twinkling night lights and the haze surrounding the distant Golden Gate Bridge. I barely remember going down the few steps to the living area, or what the furniture I pass looks like. I drop my purse on the coffee table and stop at the window, resting my hands on the cool surface.

We are above the city, untouchable, in a palace in the sky. How amazing it must be to live here and wake up to this view every day. Lights twinkling, almost as if they are talking to one another, laughing at me as they creep open a door to the hollow place inside me I’ve rejected only moments before in the elevator.

I swallow hard as the song “Broken” from the band Lifehouse fills the room, because Chris doesn’t know how personality is to me. I’m falling apart. I’m barely breathing. I’m barely holding on to you.

This song, this place with the words, and I am raw and exposed, as if cut and bleeding. Who was I kidding with the refusal to hide anymore? This is why I’ve hidden. The past begins to pulse to life within me, and I am seconds from remembering why I feel this way. I refuse to process the lyrics and shove them aside. I don’t want to remember. I can’t go there. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to seal those old wounds, desperate to feel anything but their presence.

Suddenly, Chris is behind me, caressing my jacket from my shoulders. His touch is a welcome sensation, and when his arm slides around me, his body framing mine from behind, I am desperate to feel anything but what this song, no doubt aided by the wine, stirs inside me.

I lean into him and hard muscle absorbs me. There is a strength to Chris, a silent confidence I envy, and it calls to the woman in me.

His fingers, those talented, famous fingers, brush my hair away from my nape, and his lips press to the delicate area beneath, creating goose bumps on my skin. And still, I barely block out the words to the song and their meaning to me.

As if he senses my need for more—more something, anything, just more—he turns me around to face him, and his fingers tangle almost roughly into my hair. The tight pull is sweet, dragging me from other feelings, giving me a new focus.

“I am not the guy you take home to Mom and Dad, Sara.” His mouth is next to mine, his clean male scent all around me. “You need to know that right now. You need to know that won’t change.”

But the song does change, and this time to another track on what must be a Lifehouse CD. “Nerve Damage” begins to play. I see through your clothes, your nerve damage shows. Trying not to feel . . . anything that’s real.

I laugh bitterly at the words, and Chris pulls back to study me. And I am not blind to what I see in the depths of his green eyes, what I’ve missed until now but sensed. He is as damaged as I am. We have too many of the wrong things in common to be more than sex, and the realization is freedom to me.

I curve my fingers on the light stubble of his jaw, the rasp on my skin welcome, and I have no idea why I admit what I have never said out loud. “My mother is dead, and I hate my father, so don’t worry. You’re safe from family day and so am I. All I want is here and now, this piece of time. And please save the pillow talk for someone who wants it. Contrary to what you seem to think, I’m no delicate rose.”

A stunned look flashes on his face an instant before I press my lips to his. The answering moan I am rewarded with is white-hot fire in my blood that he answers with a deep, sizzling stroke of his tongue. He slants his mouth over mine, deepening the connection, kissing me with a fierceness no other man ever has, but then, Chris is like no other man I’ve ever known.

His tongue plays wickedly with mine, and I meet him stroke for stroke, arching into him, telling him I am here and present and I’m going nowhere. In reply to my silent declaration, his hand cups my ass and he pulls me solidly against his erection. Arching into him, I welcome the intimate connection, burn for the moment he will be inside me. My hand presses between us and I stroke the hard line of his shaft.

Chris tears his mouth from mine, pressing me hard against the window, and I know I’ve threatened his control. Me. Little schoolteacher Sara McMillan. Our eyes lock, hot flames dancing between us and some unidentifiable challenge.

Some part of me realizes the window behind me is glass, and all things glass can break. He knows this, too, it’s in the dark glint of his eyes, and he wants me to worry about it. He’s pushing me, testing me, trying to get me to break. Because I slid beneath his composure? Because he really believes I am out of my league? And maybe I am, but not tonight. Tonight, as the song has said, I am broken, and for the first time perhaps ever, I am not denying the truth of all of my cracks. I am living them.

I lift my chin and let him see my answering rebellion. His fingers curl at the top of my silk blouse and in a sharp pull, material rips and the buttons all the way down pop and clamor in all directions. I gasp, in unfamiliar territory, and burning alive with the ache I have for this man.

He turns me to the window, and my hands flatten on the glass. Wasting no time, Chris unhooks my bra, and it and my blouse are off my shoulders in moments. He is behind me again, his thick erection fit snugly to my backside.

“Hands over your head,” he orders, pressing my palms to the glass above me, his body shadowing mine. “Stay like that.”

My pulse jumps wildly and adrenaline surges. I’ve been ordered around during sex, but in a clinical, bend over and give me what I want kind of way I tried to convince myself was hot. It wasn’t. I hated every second, every instance, and I’d endured it. This is different though, erotic in a way I’ve never experienced, enticingly full of promise. My body is sensitized, pulsing with arousal. I am hot where Chris is touching me and cold where he isn’t.

When he seems satisfied I’ll comply with his orders, Chris slowly caresses a path down my arms, and then up and down my sides, brushing the curves of my breasts. He’s in no hurry, but I am. I am literally quivering by the time his hands cover my breasts, welcoming the way he squeezes them roughly, before tugging on my nipples. I gasp with the pinching sensation he repeats over and over, creating waves of pleasure verging on pain, and the music is fading away, and so is the past. There is pleasure in pain. The words come back to me, and this time they resonate.

His hands are suddenly gone, and I pant in desperation, trying to pull them back.

Chris captures my hands and forces them back to the glass above me, his breath warm by my ear, his hard body framing mine. “Move them again and I’ll stop what I’m doing, no matter how good it might feel.”

I quiver inside at the erotic command, surprised again by how enticed I am by this game we are playing. “Just remember,” I warn, still panting, still burning for his touch. “Payback is hell.”

His teeth scrape my shoulder. “Looking forward to it, baby,” he rasps. “More than you can possibly know.”

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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT SERIES, and is now in development by Suzanne Todd (Alice in Wonderland) for cable TV. In addition, her Tall, Dark and Deadly series and The Secret Life of Amy Bensen series, both spent several months on a combination of the NY Times and USA Today lists.

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Since beginning her publishing career in 2007, Lisa has published more than 40 books translated around the world. Booklist says that Jones suspense truly sizzles with an energy similar to FBI tales with a paranormal twist by Julie Garwood or Suzanne Brockmann.

Prior to publishing, Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by Dallas Women Magazine. In 1998 LRJ was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.

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Club Ecstasy by T. Renee Fike

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**This contains graphic sexual content and situations suitable for readers 18+**

Linley, a hardworking and independent woman, has the world at her feet, yet still feels like she’s missing something. When her best friend introduces her to a world she misses, she can’t help but feel excited and enlightened.

But will it be everything she expects?

Damon, the boss and jerk, is the man who controls how Linley’s life will progress at work. When she learns something about him, will she be able to move forward with the knowing information or will it completely change her world?

Kamden is there to help and talk, he’s a friend, a confidant and someone who Linley can trust…but can he trust her? Is he the man that Linley thinks he is or a man who has secrets of his own?

Will Linley be able to decide who and what she wants or will her actions have serious consequences, changing the paths of all three of their lives?

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The love triangle between Linley, Damon, and Kamden continues…

Will Linley be able to decide which man she wants or will they make the choice for her?

The roller coaster of emotions that Linley now has to face, once finding out her boss isn’t at all the man she thought he was. Can she move forward with her personal life, with her career, or will everything begin to crumble right before her eyes?

Will Kamden be the man she can believe in and trust or will Linley be the one to disappoint everyone around her?

With secrets, lies and getting caught, these three will go through a rough ride, but who will end up on top?

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The conclusion to the love triangle with Linley, Damon, and Kamden reaches its breaking point as the story evolves.

Linley finally feels she knows who she wants and proves to be with the man she loves. She’s destined to be with him, but how will outside forces feel when everything changes?

Will her best friend be able to guide her and support her with the decisions she’s made? Can Linley live with her own choices knowing that things aren’t at all as they appear to be?

Who steps up and proves to be the man of their word Kamden or Damon?

Will there be the happily ever after that Linley has always dreamed or
will she be crushed by the two men she always thought had her best interests in mind?

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Controlling Interests (The Legacy #2) by Lana Grayson

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Submission is survival…

Sarah

Trapped. Seduced. Betrayed.

Submission is the greatest revenge.

When I turn twenty-one, my family’s secret trust passes to me, and I’ll finally destroy Darius Bennett…if I survive my captivity. But vengeance comes at a cost, and Nicholas Bennett demands a male heir to ensure my safety.

I fell hard for my step-brother, but loving the man is easier than trusting a Bennett.

Hiding our relationship will protect us, but what will happen if the lies twist and the truth is revealed?

I have to save myself, because I don’t know if anyone else will.

Nicholas

Devoted. Consumed. Lost.

I’m out of options, out of allies, out of time.

I want it all—my step-sister and her heir, the money and empires—and I’ll stop at nothing to ensure they’re mine.

But saving the woman I love means either betraying her secret or losing the power that is my birthright.

How do I protect my family from Sarah Atwood, and how do I keep her safe from my father?

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I can’t.

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“You will sleep every night in my bed. You’ll wake every morning in my arms. Is that clear enough for you, Ms. Atwood?” I brushed my thumb over her puffy lip. “They touch you because I give you to them. They fuck you because I order it. And you will receive them because it is what you are meant to do.”

Sarah didn’t pull away. She never did, even when it was in her best interests.

“Remember this moment,” she whispered. “Right here, right now.”

“Every second with you is forever seared in my memory.”

“Good.” Her smile widened, and I longed to taste her challenge. “Remember this conversation on my twenty-first birthday.”

“Why?”

“Because, Nicholas Bennett, once I own you and your company, you’ll be obeying my orders.”

“And what would those entail?”

“You touching me because I want it. You taking me because I command it.”

It was a defeat worth earning. She leaned in, but I denied her, if only to see her pout.

“You’ll get that kiss once I return,” I said.

“I’ll hope for more than a kiss.”

Dangerous girl.

 

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Lana Grayson was born to write anything and everything to do with romance. Her favorite genres range from the dark and twisty to the lighthearted and sentimental—as long as the characters are memorable, the story is fun, and the romance is steamy. Lana lives in Pittsburgh with her husband, and, when she isn’t bundled in her writing chair, she’s most likely cheering on the Steelers or searching for the ‘Burgh’s best Italian restaurants.

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Mr. Wright Forever by Alannah Carbonneau

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Series: Wild Card Series (#2)
Genre: Erotic Romance
Date of Publication: July 14, 2105
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He was supposed to be the man I loved – forever.

He shot that fantasy to Hell. He broke my heart and shattered my soul.

I was moving on – or it looked that way to those on the outside looking in. I’d moved to Chicago and landed myself a killer job. I was making friends and then out of the blue he was there – and all over again I felt myself falling. This time, it wasn’t an easy fall. I fought it hard.

But one night with Kade Wright can never be one simple night. I should have known. I’ve been here before.

From the very beginning, Mr. Wright Now was always Mr. Wright Forever.

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“What are we doing, Kade?”

I loved hearing my name on her lips. There’s nothing better than the sweet sound of her voice saying my name. Even when it’s flowing from those lips in anger, I liked it. I just liked me – on her.

“We’re not fighting us anymore.” My reply was firm and her eyes widened in shock.

“We aren’t?”

I shook my head resolutely. “No, Nelena, we aren’t.”

“How do you figure?”

I could feel my blood heat in my veins as I took a step toward her, pushing her from the elevator and into my space by first infiltrating hers. I wanted to push my way into everything that is her and hers. I wanted to infiltrate every crevice of her heart, every inch of her body, until I was too entwined within her to ever lose her again.

She gasped a breathless sound and I tried not to let her see just how intimately her breathlessness affected me. It took me all of seconds to open the door of my condo before pushing her inside. I know she’s fighting a war inside – I know because I can see it through the honey brown of her eyes, and like a predator, I can sense the increased frequency that is the beating of her heart.

“Stop fighting this.” I whispered, pushing her back against the closed door of my condo, caging her within my arms on either side of her body. “You know it’s pointless. I know you feel for me what I feel for you. I know you’ve craved me every moment we’ve been apart.”

“No.” She shook her head adamantly. I’m really not sure if she’s trying to convince me, or herself.

I continued as though she never even spoke. “Your body craves mine. I know because even now, even though you’re fighting me with everything you have, your leaning into me. Your chest is pushing toward mine, acting against your every instinct to fight me.” Her breaths quickly turned short. “You’re breathing is quick and sharp. You respond to my voice on a primal level and you know this reaction isn’t something that should be fought. Fighting this – us – shouldn’t even be considered.”

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“Do you want to know what you are to me, Nelena?”

Confusion settled in my mind before understanding pushed it away and I nodded, breathing. “Yes.”

“You are my everything. You are the air I breathe, the bright to my days and the warmth to my nights. You are the keeper of my heart and the healer of all my wounds. You are the face of my future and the promise of my happiness. You make me worthy.” Tears were pouring from my eyes, but I didn’t move to wipe them away. I didn’t want to stop him. “You’re the woman I love more than my own life. For you, there is nothing I wouldn’t sacrifice.” He lowered his lips to mine, kissing me softly. “You are my everything.”

“I love you.” I whispered against his lips.

“I am in love with you.” His words were a vow, a promise and a statement rolled into one beautiful package.

When he lowered his body to mine – filling me – I’ve never lived a moment where I felt so complete.

This joining with him was something I couldn’t explain. It was a force unlike anything I had ever known up to this moment. It was the very thing I existed for – the very reason for my beating heart. This love, with Kade, was magnetic. It was so blissfully perfect in all its imperfection.

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I live in Alberta, Canada, where the weather is forever changing (without warning). I am engaged to be married in August 2015 to my high school sweetheart and love of my life. There are no children in my life as of right now, but we do have a handful of rambunctious cats (four) and a testy, rescued Shepard/Husky, who take up a lot of my time.

Ever since I can remember, I’ve adored the written word. English was always my favorite class and that may be biased because I can’t count to save my life, so math was a horror! I remember the very first novel I ever read, Shocking Pink by Erica Spindler. It was the most interesting of the covers on my mom’s bookshelf (probably because it was pink) and I was way too young to be reading that novel. But I fell in love. From there, I read almost everything from V.C. Andrews.

My writing started out as poetry, which then evolved to songs, and later into novels. I was never one for the short stories as I found it too difficult to pack everything I imagined into something so small. I now have multiple novels published independently. I write both novels for young adults and novels for adults – all romance.

Despite my favorite younger reading material, I now adore writing and reading all things romance.

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There are many rules a priest can’t break.
A priest cannot marry. A priest cannot abandon his flock. A priest cannot forsake his God.

I’ve always been good at following rules.
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My name is Tyler Anselm Bell. I’m twenty-nine years old. Six months ago, I broke my vow of celibacy on the altar of my own church, and God help me, I would do it again.
I am a priest and this is my confession.

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Everybody tells me to stay away from him. But some impulses are too strong to fight.

What if you could save somebody by loving them?

My name is Taylor Donahue and I’m about to make the biggest mistake of my life.

I’m faced with a mystery that starts on a breathtaking Greek island with a sexy, yet notorious bad boy, Tomas Keller. He’s as hot as the sun and as hard to catch as the wind.

His lies are as beautiful as his truths are painful.

His is a world of dark secrets. This much I know. He digs into my soul more than any man ever dared to before. Every step away from him makes me fall ever deeper into the web of his mysterious life. I can’t get him out of my mind.

The mystery of the missing girl and the rage of a murderous mob boss threaten his very existence, but I can’t help but play with his fire. Tomas is bigger than life. Danger follows him like a deathly shadow.

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We walk barefoot on the soft sand side by side, holding our shoes in our hands. The beach is deserted. Two old pedal boats sit forgotten by the edge of the water. My skin shudders and I get goose bumps as Tomas’s arm brushes against mine in the warm, calm night.
“It’s perfect here,” I say, when he comes to a halt to stare at the dark sea.
He has brought a bottle of red wine which we have decided not to open until after the swim.
Tomas quickly takes off his shirt, taking my breath away. He’s a shining excellence under the pale starlight. He’s a hypnotic specimen of muscle, smooth skin and radiant confidence. I doubt there’s been a single moment in his adult life he didn’t know he was destined to make women lose their minds.
“Well?” he says, a slight impatience on his gorgeous face.
I shake my head before I remove my blouse pulling it over my head. I’m in my bikini now and although he’s seen me in it plenty of times in the sunlight, I blush a little now in the starlight.
I step in the water cautiously, checking the temperature. It’s not too cold but it’s not warm either. It will take a while to get used to the temperature.
Or it would have if Tomas didn’t decide to lift me up and throw me several feet forward and under the water.
“What the hell?” I say, rising onto my feet. Only my head is above water.
“You should embrace the unexpected,” he says.
“And you should not expect so much,” I say.
“That’s the problem, Taylor,” he says, wrapping his strong arms around my waistline. “You’ll never be ready to walk straight into the deep.”
My heart stops as he leans in for a kiss. He’s actually kissing me and I didn’t have to initiate it. It’s all him.
His powerful chest rises and falls rhythmically against my body as his tongue explores my mouth hungrily. His right hand moves to the back of my head, pulling my wet hair in a tight grip.
I wrap my arms around his neck, lifting one leg to force his hips closer to mine. The world vanishes in the darkness and the salty fullness of his lips. I want nothing more than to taste him.
He untangles his lips from mine, gently tracing my face with his fingertips. “Are you sure you want this?” he says, breathing unevenly.
It takes me a second to make up my mind. “I do,” I say. “I want this.”
“I’m not so sure.”
“Why?”
“Because you deserve better.”
“It’s not a freaking marriage proposal,” I say, growing more and more eager for his touch. “I understand that. And you’re better than you think.”
I hear a faint laughter and I can’t tell if it’s because he thinks he’s not better at all or because he likes the sound of need in my voice. Either way, I don’t care. His body doesn’t lie. He’s totally and completely in this moment with me, hyperventilating and getting incredibly hard underneath his swimming trunks. So hard I can sense his erection even without touching it.
His need for me goes beyond the physical evidence. I feel something real in him, something real about the moment we’re sharing. And as his fingers travel up and down my arm, giving me tiny goose bumps again, I know that what I want more than anything else is to fall in love.

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When I saw the bruises on Nami’s arms, I wanted to kill the man who’d put them there. Now that I realized just how far her marriage was from a fairy tale, I knew that something had to be done. But what?

When Reed Stirling discovers that the woman he loves is being abused by her brute of a husband, he knows he can’t just leave. He has to save her, no matter the cost. Even if it means paying with his freedom…or his life.

Princess Namisa Carrmoni has resigned herself to a future of pain and misery in exchange for the safety of her little sister, but when she sees Reed again, she can’t help but hope for a better ending.

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Living in Southern California, she enjoys sitting by the pool with her laptop writing on her next spicy romance.

Growing up all she wanted to be was a dancer, actor or author. So far only the latter has come true but M. S. Parker hasn’t retired her dancing shoes just yet. She is still waiting for the call for her to appear on Dancing With The Stars.

When M. S. isn’t writing, she can usually be found reading- oops, scratch that! She is always writing.

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