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Thursday, January 29, 2015

My second new book in two days! Mermae's Werewolf Menage

Mermae’s Werewolf Ménage

Blurb: Mermae can fly. She’s had to keep it a secret, and has never met anyone else like her. Kade sees a woman flying and is intrigued. He can fly, yet has never met anyone else who can. So he follows her to her apartment to learn her address, then hurries home to his werewolf partner, Iain, to tell him the good news.
But is a ménage going to work? Especially if one of them is a werewolf? Not to mention that only two of them can fly. And if they get together how will they hide their paranormal abilities from the rest of the world?

Buy link: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/mermaes-werewolf-menage-by-berengaria-brown/

Story Excerpt
Kade had done a double somersault in shock when he'd seen the woman with long, brown hair flying through the air. He'd found out he could fly when his best friend had dared him to jump off the garage roof, like Superman. Kade had scrambled up the ladder onto the building, jumped, and floated gently to the ground. His friend had crashed to the earth and broken his leg. None of their parents had been very pleased, and Kade had learned then and there never to say he could fly.
To see someone else flying was beyond amazing. It was the most exciting event in his life since the day he'd learned he could fly. He absolutely had to find out who she was, and where she came from. He'd hovered behind a tree until she began walking, then had followed her as discreetly as he could manage. When she'd entered the apartment building, he'd run like hell so he could see what floor she got off the elevator at, then he'd raced up three flights of stairs to see her exit the elevator and enter her apartment.
Only then did it occur to him she might have a husband and a couple kids who knew nothing about her flying, and bursting in on her might not be smart. There was also the issue of Iain, his own partner. Oh, God, Iain. I must go tell him right now. Then we need to meet her, talk to her together.
Kade was a hell of a walk from his own apartment, and had no idea where to catch public transportation home from here. He stood on the sidewalk for five minutes, but no taxis passed him. Fortunately, when he phoned for a cab, one wasn't far away and arrived in minutes.
He burst into the apartment he and Iain shared, and ran into the living room. Iain wasn't there so he skidded down the hallway and into the bedroom. Iain was sitting in bed stroking his cock. Kade's own cock rose in response but this was no time for sex. He bounced onto the bed and said, "Iain, I saw someone else flying tonight. A woman with long, dark hair."
Iain's whole face lit up in excitement. "Really? You did? What's her name? Where does she live? Did she agree to meet with us?"
"I followed her home but didn't want to go inside without you. You're an integral part of my life and you have to like her too, especially if we're going to… But, I mean, she may be married with kids and stuff already."
Iain dark brown eyes held Kade's gaze. "She would only be married to someone like us. Someone a little different."
"Hey, speak for yourself. I'm almost normal. I don't howl at the moon, and go hairy now and then."
"No, you just jump off the roof and glide through the air like a bird!"
"Well, yeah, there is that. Come on. Get dressed. We need to speak to her. See if she's The One.

Buy link: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/mermaes-werewolf-menage-by-berengaria-brown/


Tuesday, January 27, 2015

The Beach Boys are here at last!

At Two Waters Beach love is in the air all year round. Craig and Seth's story takes place in Summer.

"The Beach Boys: Summer" (MM)

Craig Darnell and Seth Tyler are both on holidays at Two Waters beach. The moment they meet, the lust between them is instant and fiercely hot. Sex at the beach, in the woods, in the sauna…When they take a break from having sex they discover they have many interests in common and begin to build a relationship outside the bedroom.
Just when they are beginning to evolve from sex partners into a genuine relationship, their romance is interrupted when Seth is called back to the school where he teaches, for a staff meeting about an unexpected school consolidation. Seth is shattered when he and most of his colleagues find themselves suddenly unemployed. His well-ordered life has come to a crashing halt, along with his vacation—and perhaps his romance. Is this the end for both of them? Was it nothing but a vacation fling after all?

Buy link: http://www.bookstrand.com/the-beach-boys-summer


Seth’s mind wasn’t on the glorious weather or the golfers. He had something else that was tugging at his mind. “When did you get your Prince Albert and what made you decide to do it?” he asked.

Craig had a moment of uncertainty, wondering if Seth didn’t like it. But that was ridiculous. Seth had made it very clear in bed that he did like it. However, they hadn’t been together very long yet, and he had to ask.
“It doesn’t bother you, does it?”
Seth patted his shoulder. “Hell no. I like it. It’s just that since we’re going to be here for a while unless those people up ahead develop genuine golfing skills really fast, I thought I’d ask. I expect there’s a story behind it.”
“There’s not a story, really. I suppose it’s more a sign of me accepting myself.” Once again he stopped. Craig hadn’t really explained it to himself before, far less to another person, and he wanted to do it properly. Seth was becoming increasingly important to him, and he wanted to be sure he was always honest and truthful with his lover, even when he had to decide what the answer really was for himself first.
“There’s no rush. Take your time.”
Craig grinned at Seth. That was another thing he loved about the man. Seth always seemed to understand him. He was caring and patient, never pressuring Craig. Well, except in bed. They both always seemed to be in a hurry to fuck.
“I need to go back a long way, more than ten years. I always knew I was more interested in men than women, but I hadn’t really categorized myself as gay yet. I suppose I thought it might be a passing stage, or that maybe I was going to be bisexual.”
Seth was watching him, smiling and nodding, accepting him as a person. Craig had the distinct impression that Seth always would accept him, no matter what he said.
“One evening a group of my friends and I all went to a gay bar. For most of them, I think it was kind of curiosity. They wanted to look at the people there and…I don’t know. Not understand them, precisely, but maybe something along those lines. See where they were coming from, perhaps?”
“I do understand what you mean. I was like that the first time I went to a gay bar myself. It was more than mere curiosity. It was almost as if I wanted to see if I belonged there,” said Seth.
Craig smiled at Seth and wished he could hug him. Likely no one would complain, but they were out on an open golf course and there were kids around so likely it wouldn’t be a good idea.
“That’s it exactly. I did feel at home there, although not at first. I was surprised by the rampant sexuality. Men were blatantly kissing and hugging, even touching each other, and it opened my mind and my eyes. Of course it only took me about five minutes to realize that men kissed and hugged and touched women all the time in every other bar I’d ever been to. But it was just the difference of seeing two men doing it.”
“And then you realized you wanted to do some kissing and hugging and touching yourself?” asked Seth.
“Hell yes. I’d like to do some right now.” Craig stopped and took a deep breath. Getting arrested wasn’t part of his plan for this vacation.
“But how did that lead to the piercing?”
“Don’t rush me. I’m getting there.”
Seth laughed and stood up. The four men ahead of them had finally finished playing the hole and moved on.
As they walked across the grassy slope, Craig said, “I looked around at tattoos and piercings, but I teach high school, as you know. I really wanted something that was my secret. Something that was truly mine. Oh, sure, lovers would know about it. Even other men in the school bathroom maybe. But I didn’t want something like an arm tattoo that everyone in the street would know about. I thought for a long time before I made my decision and I’m still very happy with it.”
“Hell yes. I’m very happy with it as well.”
This time Craig did give Seth a quick hug. Damn, he loved that man so much already. They were incredibly well suited to each other. It was amazing how perfectly their thoughts, hopes, plans, and ideas meshed, even after such a short time together. Craig was really looking forward to getting to know Seth better and better as time passed.
“What about you? Have you ever thought of getting a tattoo or a piercing?”
Seth put his ball on the tee, ready to take his shot. “Like you, I don’t really want something everyone can see. I like to wear short-sleeved shirts for work in summer. As you would know from my tan, I don’t wear much clothing in the hottest weather at all. So no matter where I got the tattoo, people would be able to see it. I’m not really into jewelry, so an ear piercing, or an eyebrow ring, or a nose stud, isn’t really me either.”
Seth’s shot was good, bouncing and landing on the green near the next hole.
Craig concentrated on doing his best, but he must have been distracted by thinking about Seth, because his ball landed right on the very edge of the green. “Damn.”
“You’ll just have to admit I’m a better golfer than you,” Seth teased him.
“That’s not hard.” As soon as he said it, Craig cock stretched and grew. Damn. He couldn’t even play golf without wanting to fuck Seth.

Buy link: http://www.bookstrand.com/the-beach-boys-summer


Monday, January 26, 2015

The Devil Take You: on Medieval Monday

Yes, it's Monday so here's another awesome medieval book for you to look at.

"The Devil Take You" by H K Carlton


I believe your stay in purgatory has only just begun...  

Scotland - 1307 - During the Scottish Wars of Independence
Gard Marschand will stop at nothing in his pursuit to regain what is lost. Concealing his true identity, he will associate with his enemies, kill his own countrymen, even sell his soul to the devil if all else fails. He will lie, cheat, steal, rape and siege his way across two countries gaining power and reputation in his malevolent wake. His determination all consuming, until King Edward commands Gard to lay siege on Ross-shire holding, where Braelynn Galbraith obliterates his single-minded purpose.
Braelynn Galbraith wants peace for her beloved Scotland, marriage to her childhood sweetheart, Callum, and a house full of children. In that order. But evil incarnate in the form of Gard Marschand, turns her life inside out and destroys all hope of a decent marriage. 

Can Gard abandon his deep-seated need of revenge for a love that might just save his soul, or will he succumb to the demons that hound him and surrender to the devil within?


Braelynn ran as if the hounds of hell were on her heels. They could very well be this time. She ran while she prayed. “Please God, if ya get me outta this one last scrape I promise I will ne’er pass another message ta the rebels again.”

She should have learned her lesson from the last two outings, almost captured both times. This would be her last, one way or another.

She’d been pursued many times throughout the years and always managed escape. But things were getting much too dangerous. These were not English soldiers on her heels this time. She knew not who hunted her but the steady beating of hooves bore down on her. Brae ran for the caves to lose them there, just as she’d done the day she glimpsed William Wallace two years past, days before his capture. She remembered begging and pleading with the vicar to allow her to accompany him that day. He said it was too dangerous and he himself would carry the message to the rebels; but when he’d let slip that William might possibly be at the meeting place, she threatened to follow after him if he did not simply acquiesce and allow her this.

She’d not spoken to Wallace, only gaped at him from afar. This great man dedicated as she to her country’s freedom. He had not been what she expected. From the tales people told, he was an impressive ten feet tall and indestructible. He was not ten feet tall, she’d found out that day. He looked to be just a normal man. And to her sadness he had not been indestructible. His capture and subsequent execution threw the country and her own little shire into further turmoil.

Brae rounded the burm and with an additional burst of speed made for the bluff, fistfuls of her skirt bunched in her hands to keep her legs free. But before she reached the crags, more horsemen appeared on the cliffs. The lass skidded to a halt, caught between the two. The men behind her rounded the burm. She turned, the men on the cliffs were retreating. She realized that perhaps the horsemen in chase were not after her at all.

Brae had to make a decision and fast. She chose to follow her first instinct and hide in the caves, using the darkness and the tunnels to escape as she’d done in the past.

The young woman scurried over the rocks and under the overhang, sliding through the arch that water and wind had eroded over time. Brae launched herself into the mouth of the first large cave she came to. Hiding in the dark she inhaled deeply, drawing breath after breath into her burning lungs. She listened and waited as her breathing slowly returned to some semblance of normalcy. Brae lifted her skirt and picked her way through the empty tunnels, confident now that she had safely lost her pursuers. Relief flooded her. She let out one last breath and lowered her guard. 

In the next instance she found herself thrown against the slimy rocks as a stranger’s filthy hand covered her mouth. Brae squirmed and screamed into his smelly palm.

Buy link: https://museituppublishing.com/bookstore/index.php/component/virtuemart/new-releases/the-devil-take-you-detail?Itemid=0

H.K. Carlton: http://pickagenrealready.blogspot.ca

Monday, January 19, 2015

Medieval Monday: Knight of Runes

It's Medieval Monday again. Please welcome Ruth A. Casie, and "Knight of Runes".

Knight of Runes:
When Lord Arik, a druid knight, finds Rebeka Tyler wandering his lands without protection, he swears to keep her safe. But Rebeka can take care of herself. When Arik sees her clash with a group of attackers using a strange fighting style, he's intrigued.
Rebeka is no ordinary seventeenth-century woman—she's travelled back from the year 2011, and she desperately wants to return to her own time. She poses as a scholar sent by the king to find out what's killing Arik's land. But as she works to decode the ancient runes that are the key to solving this mystery and sending her home, she finds herself drawn to the charismatic and powerful Arik.
As Arik and Rebeka fall in love, someone in Arik's household schemes to keep them apart, and a dark druid with a grudge prepares his revenge. Soon Rebeka will have to decide whether to return to the future or trust Arik with the secret of her time travel and her heart.
Available at Amazon (http://amzn.to/14jMXOy) Nook (http://bit.ly/19FnJwr)

England ~ May, 1605
I should not have stayed away from the Manor so long. Something stirs. Lord Arik’s eyes swept the surrounding area as he and his three riders escorted the wagon with the old tinker and the woman. They sped through the forest as fast as the rain-slicked trail would allow. Unable to shake the ominous feeling of being watched, Arik remained alert. At length, the horses winded, he slowed the pace as they neared the Stone River.
“The forest is flooded. I suspect the Stone will be as well. Willem, ride on ahead and let me know what we face at the crossing.”
Willem did his lord’s bidding and quickly returned with his report. “The river ahead runs fast, m’lord. The bridge is in disrepair and cannot be crossed.”
Arik raised his hand and brought the group to a halt. “Doward,” he said to the old tinker. “We must make repairs. There’s no room for the wagon at the river’s edge. You and the woman stay here and set up camp. Be ready to join us at the bridge when I send word.”
Logan, Arik’s brother, spoke up. “I’ll keep watch here and help Doward and Rebeka.”
Arik nodded and, with the others, continued the half mile to the bridge.
“I am not pleased with this new delay.”
“It can’t be helped, m’lord. We would make better time without the wagon,” said Simon.
“I’ll not leave Doward and the woman unescorted through the forest, not with what we’ve heard lately. We’ll have to drive hard to make up the lost time.”
The frame of the bridge stood solid, the planks scattered everywhere, clogging the banks and shallows. Arik leaped from his horse onto the frame to begin the repairs.
“Hand me that planking.” Arik pointed to the nearest board.
Simon grabbed the plank and examined it. “Sir, these boards have been deliberately removed.”
Arik took the board and lifted it before him. An arrow whooshed out of the trees, and slammed into the plank’s edge. Willem pulled his axe from his belt as Arik and Simon drew their swords. In a fluid, practiced movement, Willem spun and found his mark. He sent his axe flying. The archer fell into the river and was swept downstream, Willem’s axe still lodged in his forehead. A dozen or more attackers broke through the stand of trees.
Arik tossed the board into the river and readied his sword. The enemy was poorly dressed carrying clubs and knives. There was only one sword among them. The leader. Arik’s target.
“They plan to pin us here at the river’s edge. Come, we’ll take the offensive before they form up.” They moved forward, driving a wedge through the enemy’s ragged line, forcing what little formation they had to scatter and fight, each man for himself.
A man, club in hand, rushed at Arik. Before the attacker could bring his weapon into play, Arik pivoted around him. He raised his sword high, and slammed the hilt’s steel pommel squarely on the man’s head. Arik moved on before the man’s lifeless body dropped to the ground.
Willem and Simon, on either side of Arik, advanced through the melee. Their swift continuous swordplay moved smoothly from one stroke to the next, whipping through the air. They slashed on the downswing and again on the backswing, sweeping their weapons back into position to repeat the killing sequence. The knight and his soldiers steadily advanced, punishing any man who dared to come near them.
“For Honor!” Logan’s war cry carried from the small camp to Arik’s ears.
Arik stiffened. Both camps were now under attack. He pulled his blade from an attacker’s chest. The body crumpled to the blood-soaked ground. Arik breathed deeply, the coppery taste of blood in the air. “For Honor!” he bellowed in answer. His men echoed his call, arms thrown wide, muscles quivering, the berserker’s rage overtaking them.
The remaining attackers paled and fled headlong into the forest.
Motioning to his men to follow, Arik raced toward the camp. He could hear the shouts, and cursed himself for not seeing the danger. He crested the hill and came to an abrupt halt.
Logan’s sword ripped through the air as he protected Doward. The tinker drew his short blade and did as much damage as he could. But it was the woman Arik noticed. Her skirt hiked up, she twirled her walking stick like a weapon with an expertise that left him slack-jawed. She dispatched the attackers, one by one, in a deadly well-practiced dance. A man rushed toward her, knife in hand. The sneer on his face didn’t match the fear in his eyes. She stepped out of his line of attack, extended her stick to her side, and holding it with both hands swept the weapon forward, striking the attacker across the bridge of his nose. Blood exploded from his face in an arc of fine spray as his head snapped back. Droplets dusted her face creating an illusion of bright red freckles. As he fell, she reversed her swing and caught him hard behind his knees. He went down on his back, spread-eagled. She swung her stick over her head and landed a precise and disabling blow to his forehead that knocked him unconscious.
As she spun to face the next threat her eyes captured Arik’s and held. In the space of an instant, time slowed to a crawl. Her hair slowly loosened from its pins and swirled out around her. His breath caught and his heartbeat quickened as a rapturous surge raced through his body. Something eternal and familiar, with a sense of longing, unsettled him. In the next heartbeat, she tore her eyes away, leaving him empty. Time resumed its normal pace. Another attacker lay at her feet.
Arik joined the fight.

Ruth's blog: http://www.ruthacasie.blogspot.com

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Triple Treat: Back for Seconds

Triple Treat: Back for Seconds (MMF)

This title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, January 21st

Blurb: Morgan McLean, Glenn Hilton, and Xonra Gibson want to move in together, but everything is too complicated and the joy is fading from their relationship. How can they sort out their lives and bring back their original happiness in just being together? They sit down together and try to think logically through everything. Finally, Morgan decides they can make it work by moving into Xonra’s apartment, as long as they have the kitchen renovated. Except that the mess and dirt and noise of the renovations becomes another huge hassle to live with. And that’s before Morgan runs down the hallway to join Xonra and Glenn in bed. He jumps on the bed and smashes it. Will they ever be able to reclaim the fun and happiness in their lives? Will they even be able to make their relationship work? Or is it just all too hard?

Buy link: http://www.bookstrand.com/triple-treat-back-for-seconds


“At last.” Xonra dropped backward onto the bed, heaving a huge sigh of relief. She heard the front door slam shut behind the last of the workmen and let her arms flop at her sides and her body sink into the mattress.
Glenn took her purse out of her nerveless fingers, and then pulled her shoes off. “The day was that bad, huh?”
“It wasn’t the day so much, it’s all this having to be up and dressed before seven to let the workers in. I like to start my mornings a little more slowly than that.”
“Another week and you can,” Glenn said soothingly.
Xonra heard running feet in the hallway and lifted her head an inch to look at the door. Morgan came running into the room, yelled, “Geronimo!” and leaped onto the bed beside her and Glenn.
“Party time,” he said as he landed.
There was a loud crash, and Xonra screamed as both men fell on top of her. Her upper body tilted down so her head was on the floor surrounded by the broken wooden slats from the bed. It was all too ridiculous for words. She started to giggle, and then to laugh. By the time Morgan and Glenn hauled themselves out of the wrecked bed, and off her, and then extricated her from the mess, she was laughing too hard to stand up.
“Morgan, you idiot,” she wheezed.
“Hey, it’s not a problem. Our old bed is in the other room, we’ll sleep there instead,” said Glenn.
Xonra coughed, gasped, and laughed some more. “It’s just as well I wasn’t madly in love with that bed,” she said turning on still wobbly legs to look at it.
Practical Glenn was already pulling the blanket off the bed and shaking bits of wood and dust out of it. “Likely the bedding will be fine,” he said in a placating tone.
“The bed, not so much,” she replied, and began laughing again.
“How was I to know the bed wasn’t strong enough to take it? I used to run down the hallway and jump onto my bed all the time when I was a kid.”
“You were probably a lot lighter back then. Or maybe didn’t pack so much punch into your jumps,” said Xonra, shaking her head at her poor bed. It was now not much use for anything except as the basis for a bonfire. She patted the bedpost. “Rest in peace, you poor thing.”
Xonra changed into sweat pants and a T-shirt, then checked the rest of the bedding carefully for stray wood splinters, while the men dismantled what was left of her bed and dragged the wood into the living room, adding it to the pile of trash the workmen had left from the kitchen remodel. The head of the renovating crew had promised that they’d take away all the mess at the end of the project, so the broken bed could go then. Likely the entire crew would be laughing at them though, imagining they broke it with boisterous sex, not with a jump from mad Morgan.
The spare bedroom was a much smaller room than the master bedroom, and as well as Glenn and Morgan’s big bed, it still contained her desk, chair, and office set up, plus some of the men’s things that they hadn’t wanted to give away, but weren’t exactly sure what to do with yet. Not to mention her TV, which the men had replaced with their much bigger one. It was currently resting on the bed. Xonra groaned and made a space for it on her desk. It looked as though she wouldn’t be using her desk any time soon now. Still there was no way she’d sleep on the floor so it would have to do.
Fucking Morgan. Whatever had he been thinking of?
When she returned to the living room, Glenn was setting out coffee on the rug in front of the fire. Not that the fire was switched on, but more that there wasn’t a whole lot of space right now for them to sit anywhere else. The dining chairs were stacked on top of the dining table which had been pushed against the back of the couch, so the workmen had a bigger space to saw lumber and so on.
“I’ve ordered pizza and garlic bread,” said Morgan. “I’m sorry about your bed, love,” he added giving her a hug.
“That’s okay. We’ve still got yours we can use.”
“Tomorrow after work we’ll move it into the master bedroom, after we’ve vacuumed the bedroom carefully to make sure there are no splinters. None of us want to get one in our bare feet,” said Glenn.
“Or even worse, our bare ass,” added Morgan, smiling again.
Xonra just shook her head. These two were irrepressible, but damn, she loved them anyway. “You’re both mad. Stark, staring, looney tunes.”
“But you love us anyway,” said Glenn giving her a hug as the doorbell rang.
Morgan hurried to collect their pizza and Xonra sat on the rug and picked up her coffee. One thing was certain. Life with these two men would never be boring. Crazy? Maybe. Boring? Never.


This book is a stand-alone sequel to “Triple Treat”: http://www.bookstrand.com/triple-treat


Monday, January 12, 2015

Medieval Monday: A Bit of Heaven on Earth

Back Cover Blurb for "A Bit of Heaven on Earth":

When Gavin of Ashgrove and his closest friend are captured in a fierce battle during the Hundred Years’ War, their captors demand a hefty ransom from their fathers for their return. Robert is quickly set free, but Gavin’s father refuses to pay for his son’s release, leaving him to rot in a squalid French prison. Aided by a sympathetic priest, he escapes and returns home to England, only to find he has been proclaimed a bastard and disinherited.

With nowhere to turn Gavin journeys to Kentwood, where he fostered as a boy, hoping Lord Aldred will take him on as a knight in his guard. The old warrior is close to death, but he soon realizes Gavin is his son. Aldred plots to have Gavin inherit Kentwood and marry his much younger wife, Elizabeth, a famed and opinionated beauty who remains a virgin after a decade of marriage.

Will the king recognize Lord Aldred’s first request of a marriage between Elizabeth and Robert, uniting Robert’s estate with Kentwood—or will the temperamental Edward reward Aldred’s years of service and honor a dying man’s final request?


Fear struck Elizabeth as Gavin’s lips met hers. A kiss! What was he thinking? She could not kiss him. She didn’t kiss anyone. Aldred’s feeble attempts over the years flittered into her mind. She stiffened in his arms.
Her hesitation did not stop him. His lips slowly brushed against hers. The sensation was most pleasant. A ripple of heat ran through her. His hand stroked her hair. Her scalp tingled. Her body relaxed.
Panic set in suddenly. She tensed again. She didn’t know what to do, how to respond. Yet respond she did, as if her body were no longer her own. Her knees grew watery. She gripped Gavin’s shoulders for support. He pulled her closer still. His arms wrapped firmly around her, drawing her into a muscled chest.
And still his lips worked their magic, now nipping her lower one, teasing her. He licked the corner of her mouth and trailed kisses along her jaw. Her head fell back. A shudder rushed up her spine.
This is heaven.
His kisses continued along her exposed throat. She began to throb everywhere. Her fingers kneaded his shoulder. She heard a noise that sounded like a satisfied growl come from him.
Then his lips were gone. A shiver passed through her as the gentle breeze blew. She opened her eyes, only to meet his gazing down at her. He brushed a kiss against her temple, another one on her cheek. The slow play of his mouth began again as he caressed her. The throbbing built within her, starting an ache that clamored for a satisfaction she didn’t know how to satisfy.
Elizabeth opened her mouth to speak, to ask what was happening. Gavin’s hand, tangled in her curls, caught them and pulled slightly, forcing her head back. His eyes glowed, a heat in them that frightened and excited her at the same time.
Then his mouth was upon hers, gentle no longer. She clung to him. His tongue demanded to mate with hers, taking, taking. Again and again he took from her, even her very breath, till she no longer knew where she ended and he began. His arms pinned her against him. Her breasts ached. Her bones melted. A dizziness swept across her. She wanted this to go on. Forever.
A rooster crowed in the distance. It brought her to her senses. She broke their embrace.

Buy Link: http://amzn.com/B00QHMH0IU
Lauren Linwood: https://laurenlinwood.wordpress.com/

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

The Winner on my Blog

from the Evernight Holiday Hangover Hop

for their choice of a book from my backlist at Evernight Publishing



Amanda check your emails! And congratulations!

Thank you everyone who participated.


Time for a Triple Treat

Berengaria Brown’s “Triple Treat” (MMF)

This title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, January 7th

Blurb: Morgan McLean and Glenn Hilton meet Xonra Gibson at a memorial service for one-hundred-one-year-old MaryAnne Menzies and ask her out. How is she to know they aren’t ax murderers or something? And surely it’s wrong to go on a date after a memorial service anyway?
Xonra is Vice President of Advertising for HR Resources Ltd., and she’s seen a lot of delicious-looking men, but none as delicious as Glenn and Morgan. Besides, these two together are an irresistible team and she longs to say yes. It’s just that to do so seems illogical and dangerous. Xonra was busy climbing the corporate ladder when everyone else was out having fun. Suddenly fun seems just as irresistible as these two men. But the date takes them to Berisford Village and everything there is definitely not what it seems to be on the surface.

Buy link: http://www.bookstrand.com/triple-treat


Xonra Gibson tapped her long, black nails against the steering wheel as she slowly drove down the street for the third time. Still no legal parking spaces. She glanced at the dashboard clock again. Eight minutes to two. Dammit. I’ll go around once more, and if I can’t find anything, I’ll have to risk an illegal parking space.
At five to two, she gave up and fitted her car into a semi-legal parking space at the end of the line. Well, the hood and the front seat are legal! she reassured herself, snagging her purse off the passenger seat, beeping her car lock, and walking briskly to the tiny chapel where the funeral service for MaryAnne Menzies, aged one hundred one, was about to start.
The chapel appeared to have been designed to seat maybe forty. At least twice that number of chairs had been crammed into it, and almost every one of them was filled. With the added height her four-inch heels gave her, Xonra was able to see an empty chair hard against the wall halfway down on the right side.
Apologizing profusely, feeling her face heat with embarrassment, she squeezed her way along the row, sucking in her stomach and clenching her butt in an effort to be thinner and fit through the miniscule gap more easily. She slid into the vacant seat gratefully, her side pressed against the wall, her eyes lowered, as music began to play and the memorial service began.
Xonra tried to concentrate on her memories of MaryAnne, who’d befriended her mother when Mom had been widowed with baby Xonra. MaryAnne had shown Mom the best places to shop, taught her budgeting tricks, and helped her with craft projects and household maintenance. All of that was thirty years ago and MaryAnne had already seemed very old to Xonra.
As Xonra listened to the eulogy, she remembered MaryAnne had grown up on a farm, buried her only child, outlived two husbands, but never lost her joy for life and desire to help others along the way. No wonder so many are here to honor her memory.
Xonra kept her gaze either on the minister conducting the service, or on the floor, but she couldn’t help being highly aware of the hunky man pressed hard against her left side. His shoulders were so broad he was overhanging her seat, no matter how much she leaned into the wall. And his right thigh seemed glued to her left one, sending waves of lusty heat right through her body. Damn, he’s good-looking. Well, what she could see of him through her peripheral vision. Late thirties, maybe forty, faint touches of gray in his black hair, chocolate eyes, tanned skin, six feet tall at least. And those broad shoulders and muscular thighs. Well, yum!
Likely married with six kids! she reminded herself firmly. And you’re supposed to be focusing on MaryAnne, not the hunky guy sitting next to you!
As Vice President of Advertising for HR Resources Ltd., Xonra saw a lot of good-looking men, and none of them had ever lit her fire the way Mr. Shoulders next to her did. She pictured herself sliding that crisp white shirt off his arms, leaning into his chest and licking across—Oh, shit, I’ll have wet underwear in a moment! MaryAnne. Focus on MaryAnne. It’s totally inappropriate to think about some unknown hunk at a memorial service!
The service went for an hour, and at the end, they all stood to sing “Amazing Grace.” Xonra’s mother had given her a list of people to speak to and surreptitiously she drew it out of her purse to check and make sure she didn’t forget anyone. Xonra had offered to fly her mother here for the service, but her mother hated flying and there wasn’t time to drive so far, so it was up to Xonra to represent their little family.
She was concentrating on looking around the crowd to pinpoint the people she needed to speak to, so she was startled when a large, hot hand rested on her thigh.
“Glenn Hilton. My grandparents farmed right alongside MaryAnne’s folks. How did you know her?”
Xonra looked up into the most delicious pair of warm, liquid eyes—melted rich, dark chocolate. She felt herself drowning in them, her cunt clenching, and cream soaking her panties. Along with the devastating eyes, there was a chiseled chin, high cheekbones, and black hair just touching his collar, with those enticing little hints of gray here and there.
Hoping she wasn’t drooling, she replied, “Xonra Gibson. MaryAnne was a wonderful help to my mother when we moved here from upstate after my dad died.”
The man sitting beside Glenn leaned forward, his hand out to shake hers. “Morgan McLean, Glenn’s partner.”
Well damn. Not six kids but just as unattainable. Why are all the best looking ones taken?
Because when everyone else was out fucking like bunnies you were sitting in the office accumulating those billable hours and climbing the corporate ladder. Your choice, remember?
Yeah, okay, shut up.
“Did you spend much time on your grandparents’ farm?” she asked Glenn.
For the next few minutes he reminisced about childhood summers on the farm, and once again Xonra saw bright flashes of MaryAnne’s kind and helpful nature in his stories. Those long-ago days still were happy memories he cherished, she could tell.
As the people in their row gradually moved out into another room for cups of tea and coffee, the men stayed at Xonra’s side, talking quietly about MaryAnne and the service. One part of her brain was searching the crowd for the people she needed to give her Mom’s good wishes to, and the other was hoping she didn’t sound like a lovesick teenager, as every nerve ending was alive to their attentions.
When Glenn rested his large hand gently on her back, Xonra’s panties dampened even more. If he wasn’t taken, I’d seriously be considering a one-night stand. “Hot” isn’t even close to how he makes me feel.
Morgan offered to get her a cup of coffee, but Xonra declined and slipped through the crowd to talk to her mother’s friends. It was nearly an hour later that she was ready to leave, and stopped at the table by the door to sign the Bereavement Book and pick up a program to send to her mom.
Glenn and Morgan appeared from nowhere, smoothly moving to stand on either side of her.
“Can we offer you a ride somewhere?”
“Or walk you to your car?”

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Sunday, January 4, 2015

It's Medieval Monday: Welcome to Elinor's Stronghold

"Elinor's Stronghold" Book 3: Restoring Garnet’s Heart
Tragically widowed, Garnet is loved by two men. If a noble lady can have two men, why can’t a mere sewing woman? Garnet decides she’ll marry them both! Then she adopts two orphaned, starving little girls.
Garnet, Byram, and Carlysle are sent to repair the demesne. Can they achieve this huge task before the harvest is gathered in? First a high stone wall needs to be built to protect them from attackers. The buildings must be cleaned and repaired, the crops sown, weeded, cared for, and hopefully reaped. Is it possible to complete such a huge undertaking before the next vicious winter arrives? Will the peasants help them?
Meanwhile Lady Elinor gives birth to the heir of the stronghold, and Lord Rhys and Lady Rhyannon, with Alistair and Lord Devon, go to court to sort out her inheritance.
And what about Garnet’s threesome relationship? Will that be successful?

STORY EXCERPT from “Restoring Garnet’s Heart”:
Lady Elinor stared at the two children in front of her. One, a girl, looked to be about six years old and dragged a cooking pot with a few possessions inside it. Her arms and legs were stick-thin, her hair was falling out in clumps, and her belly was swollen.
The child had been eating bark and leaves to try to stem her hunger, and her belly was full of air, assumed Garnet, who was standing beside Lady Elinor among the other sewing women of the castle.
The younger child, which could be either a girl or boy, and was maybe three years old, clutched the older one’s tunic in one hand, and sucked hard on its other thumb. It, too, was painfully thin, though less bloated by starvation.
“You wish to become my slave?” Lady Elinor’s voice was even and mild, but Garnet knew she was shocked. Peasant men from the smallest of uncaring Lord Jeffrey’s hamlets had begged to become slaves of the castle in return for food during this terrible winter, but few females, and no one as young as this little child.
“Yes, Lady Elinor. I can scare birds from the crops when they’re planted, and clean for you. Ysabel will stay with me. I’ve always looked after her since Ma died, and she won’t touch the seedlings. She’s a good girl, and no trouble at all. And I will grow big, and learn to fight for you and Lord Rhys, and then I’ll kill the men who murdered our Pa and took all our hamlet’s food,” the child finished fiercely, almost in a shout.
Garnet felt her eyebrows rise and forced her face not to break into a grin. It was plain this tiny, starved child had the heart of a warrior indeed.
Lady Elinor rested her hand on her huge belly. It was almost time for the heir to the stronghold to be born.
“Well then, Nerida is already learning warrior skills, and if the heir to the stronghold is a girl, she will be a warrior, too. I see no reason why you can’t also be a warrior, if that is your desire. What is your name, and where are the other people from your hamlet?”
“I’m Ava, lady, and I promise to serve you forever. Most of the people left after the soldiers came raiding. Some have tried to help Ysabel and me, but I’d rather work for my food.”
Garnet watched Ava’s thin, little shoulders straighten as she spoke. At her age, Garnet would never have dared to approach the Lady of the Castle, and Garnet had never been a shy child. But this girl was truly a warrior born. She was that rare being who combined the ability to think of a solution to a problem with the courage to step outside any rules of society and do it, no matter what the consequences may turn out to be.
Without stopping to think, Garnet moved to stand where Lady Elinor could see her. “The two girls may share my room, lady, and I will supervise their activities.”
“It is decided then, Ava. You and Ysabel may join the stronghold. We will feed you, and you will work. You will obey Garnet in all things. Do you understand?”
“Yes, lady, thank you.”
Ava dropped to her knees and pressed her face to Lady Elinor’s feet. Ysabel copied her.
Garnet’s eyes flooded with tears. Peasants always died when there was trouble in the land, especially the very old and the very young. They weren’t strong enough to fight back or fast enough to run away. But this child deserved to live.
Garnet’s husband, Roldan, had been one of Lord Rhys’s soldiers, and was killed in the battle that took the lives of Lady Elinor’s father and brothers and caused Lord Rhys to lose his demesne to Lord Jeffrey. They had been married only six months, not long enough for her to worry about not getting pregnant, but now he was dead, the parents of these children were dead, and Ava was a daughter any woman would be proud to call her own.

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Berengaria Brown