Love Free Books? Heat Up Your Summer With Ivan’s Captive Submissive by Ann Mayburn


Ivan’s Captive Submissive
Submissive’s Wish Book 1
By
Ann Mayburn

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When Gia Lopez signs up for the Submissive’s Wish Charity Auction she has no idea that she’s about to be bought by a Russian Dom who will do anything to make her fantasies come true. Including staging an elaborate kidnapping that Gia believes is real. Ivan is instantly drawn to Gia and he wants to be the best Master she’s ever had. As he spends time with Gia he begins to have intense feelings for the strong, independent, and sexy American woman. He’s only won a week of her service but wishes to keep her forever.

Unaware of Ivan’s true feelings, Gia fights her growing emotional attachment to him. All she wants is to settle down with a nice Dom in the United States, continue her career, and live a normal life. However, Ivan sets a plan into motion that will push Gia to all of her limits and take her on a global journey of self-discovery, extreme pleasure, and love.

Warning: Contains Erotic Spanking, Subspace, f/f situations, a devastatingly sexy Dom who knows what he wants, and a submissive who just might be ready to give him what he needs.

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Ann Mayburn writes some of the hottest, sexiest BDSM books out there and this one is no exception.

The Submissive’s Wish Charity Auction is such that qualified Doms from around the world can bid on a submissive to have at their beck and call for a week while fulfilling their fantasies/needs.

Gia is one of the submissives selected for the Auction out of many that apply. If she is selected the proceeds from her “sale” go to her favorite charity, in Gia’s case the Animal shelter she volunteers for.

In this book we meet Ivan and Dimitri. While Ivan is the focus, Dimitri also plays a role. Ivan decides to indulge, by diving right into one of Gia’s fantasies, role-playing in a captive scenario. Thinking that just by repeatedly asking for her safe word she would understand it was the beginning of a scene.

This is a favorite conversation between Ivan and Dimitri.

Ivan Ershov debated if he should wake the sleeping woman in his arms as they neared the hunting lodge where he was staying with a few of his Russian friends and other members of the European delegation. They were nearing the end of their tour of various US clubs, and as the grand finale, they’d attended the infamous Submissives Wish Auction where Ivan found his Gia. They memory of her standing on the stage near him, trembling with fear, made him smile. The moment he looked into her big, expressive brown eyes he knew he had to have this woman. And so far she’d exceeded his highest expectations.

She snuggled closer against him, her brow drawn down in distress as something troubled her in her sleep.

He leaned closer and placed his lips against her smooth forehead. “Shhhh, easy moya sladkaya.”

With a soft sigh she relaxed back into a deeper sleep. He studied her features, marveling at the exotic blend of people that had made such a stunning creature. She looked almost Indian, but she had the slightly almond shaped eyes of her mother’s Syrian people and a golden undertone to her darkly tanned skin. Normally he liked big breasts on a woman, but Gia’s small mounds fit his hands perfectly, like she’d been made for him. And she was so expressive, wearing her emotions for everyone to see, or she was a fantastic actress.

While he enjoyed role-playing, he’d found it difficult to find a submissive who could fully commit herself to a role like Gia did. If they hadn’t had more than two conversations reminding her about her safeword, and she hadn’t responded so well, he’d almost believe she truly thought herself a captive. Such dedication to her role inspired him, and while she slept, he had Dimitri call ahead to the lodge and arrange a few surprises for his captive submissive. 

Dimitri’s deep voice cut through Ivan’s obsessive examination of his new girl. He kept his voice low, but spoke in Russian. “You like this woman, don’t you?”

Bemused at the slightly jealous tone in Dimitri’s voice, he looked up and shifted his hand so it gripped her firm ass in a possessive manner. “Yes.”

Swearing, Dimitri twirled the black ski mask on his finger. He was a handsome man in a stern way, around ten years older than Ivan with silver flecking his coal black hair and a goatee. “Damn. She’d look lovely serving under high protocol. How much do you want for her?”

Laughing softly, Ivan stroked his knuckles over Gia’s cheek.
“No, all her training will be done by me. If you wanted her you should have bid on her at the auction.”

Dimitri shrugged. “I thought she sounded too high maintenance for me, but I had no idea she would submit so beautifully.”

Ivan shrugged. “Your loss, my gain.”
Mayburn, Ann. Ivan’s Captive Submissive (Submissive’s Wish Book 1) (pp. 53-55). Fated Desires Publishing, LLC. Kindle Edition.

Unfortunately Gia really thinks she is being kidnapped and that leads to all sorts of problems.

A page turner that will melt your kindle. As every page gets hotter and hotter as we progress from the US to Moscow.

5 Contented Purrs for Ann!

 

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Summer About the Author

ann-mayburn-new    Ann Mayburn

With over forty published books, Ann is Queen of the Castle to her husband and three sons in the mountains of West Virginia. In her past lives she’s been an Import Broker, a Communications Specialist, a US Navy Civilian Contractor, a Bartender/Waitress, and an actor at the Michigan Renaissance Festival. She also spent a summer touring with the Grateful Dead-though she will deny to her children that it ever happened.

From a young age Ann has had a love affair with books would read everything she could get her hands on. As Ann grew older, and her hormones kicked in, she discovered bodice ripping Fabio-esque romance novels. They were great at first, but she soon grew tired of the endless stories with a big wonderful emotional buildup to really short and crappy sex. Never a big fan of purple prose, throbbing spears of fleshy pleasure and wet honey pots make her giggle, she sought out books that gave the sex scenes in the story just as much detail and plot as everything else-without using cringe worthy euphemisms. This led her to the wonderful world of Erotic Romance, and she’s never looked back.

Now Ann spends her days trying to tune out cartoons playing in the background to get into her ‘sexy space’ and has accepted that her Muse has a severe case of ADD.

Ann loves to talk with her fans, as long as they realize she’s weird, and that sarcasm doesn’t translate well via text.

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A New 1001 Nights – Eyes On You: A Blasphemy Novella By Laura Kaye


1001 Dark Nights: Eyes On You
A Blasphemy Novella
By
Laura Kaye

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She wants to explore her true desires, and he wants to watch…

When a sexy stranger asks Wolf Henrikson to rescue her from a bad date, he never expected to want the woman for himself. But their playful conversation turns into a scorching one-night stand that reveals the shy beauty gets off on the idea of being seen, even if she’s a little scared of it, too. And Wolf loves to watch.

In the wake of discovering her fiancé’s infidelity, florist Olivia Foster never expected to find someone who not only understood her wildest, darkest fantasies, but would bring them to life. As Wolf introduces her to his world at the play club, Blasphemy, Liv finds herself tempted to explore submission and exhibitionism with the hard-bodied Dom even as she’s scared to trust again.

But Wolf is a master of getting what he wants—and he’s got his eyes set on her…

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Laura’s Blasphemy series is fast becoming an all time favorite; and with twelve Masters to find the perfect submissive for I know these books will be coming for awhile.

This book opens with the date from hell and I do mean hell. From the moment they are in the restaurant Olivia is looking for an escape route. Unfortunately her go to friend isn’t available. Resigned to play out the date she bumps into the guy she had been eyeing at the bar earlier. He manages to get her story of the jerk at the bar and offers her an escape with him should she need it.

This is a favorite scene

It was quite possible that Liv had never been so turned on in her life. She had no idea how she’d peeled herself off that wall, because she wanted nothing more than to stay there. The brightest green eyes she’d ever seen staring at her. Pinning her. Looking like they quite possibly wanted to devour her.

Wolf. It was a crazy name, but holy wow, did it seem to fit. Because something about the way he looked at her made her feel like he was the hunter and she was the prey.

Actually, she was the one who must be crazy. Because that feeling should’ve scared her. Instead, it gave her post-disastrous-date plans that involved her rabbit and her favorite porn scene about a woman who gets taken by a stranger on a subway while everyone around them watches. And there was more than a little likelihood that Liv would be imagining Wolf as the seducer—and her as the seduced—while she watched.

Hating her urge to be nice even when people didn’t deserve it, she slid back onto her bar stool and tried to smile at Jerry, but that was hard when he started gloating about how his rudeness had gotten them an offer for free dessert. Liv’s hips proved that she could eat the heck out of some dessert, but she’d had her heart set on steak-and-go, so no way did she want to stick around for another course with this guy. At least another glass of Prosecco had been delivered in her absence.

“That’s great,” she managed, her gaze straying over her date’s shoulder to where Wolf was settling onto his bar stool again. He didn’t look at her, but somehow she knew that he was aware of her. Keeping tabs on her, even. Would he really rescue her from this date if she gave him a signal? And what would that signal be? Maybe she could wave her white linen napkin like a general surrendering a battle. That thought finally made her smile. The way the bubbly was going to her head helped, too.

Before long, the manager was personally delivering their steaks to the table. The freaking filet mignon, after all. Fine. Whatever.

“Will there be anything else right now?” Ms. Sanderson asked.
“I’ll let you know,” Jerry said.

Sighing, Liv gave the woman an apologetic smile. “No, thank you.” At her wit’s end, she finally dropped the niceties. “You know, Jerry, you catch more bees with honey. It’s hardly fair to treat a restaurant’s staff poorly because they don’t serve food they shouldn’t be expected to serve because it isn’t even on the menu.”

He shook his head and shrugged. “You never get what you don’t ask for.” He pointed his fork at her. “Remember that.”

She was still processing his insufferable arrogance when he did something even more astonishing. He reached across the expanse of pressed white linen with his fork and knife…and began cutting her steak.

Liv reared back in her chair, her jaw dropping. “What in the world are you doing?”

His gaze rose to meet hers, even while he cut her filet into bite-sized pieces. “I like taking care of little girls,” he said, a tendril of heat slipping into his eyes.

Oh, nope. Nopenopenope. A thousand, million times, nope.

She shoved up out of her chair, and the napkin tumbled from her lap to the floor.

As stunned as she was, she wasn’t sure which happened first—Jerry asking where she was going or Wolf appearing at her side.
“God, Liv. It really is you,” Wolf said. “I worried I’d never see you again.”

Liv blinked, swallowed, and played along as she stared up at that handsome Nordic face, all dark-blond and sharp-jawed good looks. “Wolf. Wow. I can’t believe it’s you.”

He stepped closer. “I see you’re in the middle of something here…”

“Yes, she is,” Jerry said. “If you’ll excuse us.”

Wolf ignored him. “…but after the way we last parted, I promised myself if I ever saw you again, I wasn’t going to let you get away twice.”

Liv was nearly breathless. Was he role-playing or talking about their brief encounter? Either way, her response was the same. “I don’t want you to let me get away.”

She felt out of her element, outside the bounds of propriety, out of control. She had no idea what she was doing here, what she was maybe getting into with this man who was, except for an intense five-minute conversation, a total stranger. She had no idea…except that her head said How could it be worse than my date? And her instincts said Go with Wolf, go with Wolf, go with Wolf. And her body said And climb him while you’re at it.

“Damn, I hoped you’d say that,” Wolf said, green eyes flashing. And then he took her into his arms and kissed her. Right there. In the middle of the bar of a fancy steakhouse. In front of Jerry, who was babbling in outrage that Liv couldn’t hear.
Kaye, Laura. Eyes On You: A Blasphemy Novella (Kindle Locations 302-339). Evil Eye Concepts, Incorporated. Kindle Edition.

It just gets better and hotter from here. Wolf suddenly has his hands full of a natural submissive. One with exhibitionist tendencies just like him. Her openness and honesty draws him in and the relationship progresses quickly. The scenes get hotter and sexier with every page. Even the ones without sex ooze sensuality.

We also see some of the other Blasphemy Masters and their submissives adding a continuity to this series. If you haven’t read them all I highly recommend them. I really can’t wait for September and the next book!

5 Contented Purrs for Laura!

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  Laura Kaye

Laura is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over twenty books in contemporary and paranormal romance and romantic suspense, including the Hard Ink and upcoming Raven Riders series.

Growing up, Laura’s large extended family believed in the supernatural, and family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses cemented in Laura a life-long fascination with storytelling and all things paranormal.

She lives in Maryland with her husband, two daughters, and cute-but-bad dog, and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.

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My Review of Her Perfect Mate: X-Ops Book 1 By Paige Tyler


Her Perfect Mate
X-Ops Book 1
By
Paige Tyler

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He’s a High-Octane Special Ops Pro
When Special Forces Captain Landon Donovan is pulled from an op in Afghanistan, he is surprised to discover he’s been hand-picked for a special assignment with the Department of Covert Operations (DCO), a secret division he’s never heard of. Terrorists are kidnapping biologists and he and his partner have to stop them. But his new partner is a beautiful, sexy woman who looks like she couldn’t hurt a fly-never mind take down a terrorist.

She’s Not Your Average Covert Operative
Ivy Halliwell is no kitten. She’s a feline shifter, and more dangerous than she looks. She’s worked with a string of hotheaded military guys who’ve underestimated her special skills in the past. But when she’s partnered with special agent Donovan, a man sexy enough to make any girl purr, things begin to heat up…

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Landon is pulled from his unit in the middle of a mission. Given no answers other than he is to report to DC.

Ivy hasn’t had very good luck with partners, and male agents tend to turn new agents against her. She doesn’t expect Landon to be any different.

As they begin training Landon finds himself considerably impressed by Ivy and her cat-like moves. This is a favorite scene when Landon gets his first look at Ivy’s shift.

Landon frowned at the next obstacle—a thirty-foot solid wood wall. On a normal military confidence course, the same wall might be ten feet high. Tough to get over by yourself but doable for a two-person team. Nobody could get over this one, even with teamwork. No average human anyway.

Landon glanced at her. “I don’t suppose you can fly, can you?”

“Not quite.” She hesitated, then added, “But I can climb it.”

He raised a brow. “Climb it? You’ve gotta be kidding me.” When she didn’t answer, he folded his arms across his chest. “This I’ve gotta see.”

Ivy’s pulse quickened. Part of the reason the DCO made them do the confidence course was to expose Landon to her true nature so he could recognize its value. Or cringe in revulsion.

Time to see if he could handle it or would go running off for a psych evaluation.

Turning to face the wall, she let her fingernails extend until they were as long as those of the great cat with which she shared her DNA. Then she took a deep breath and ran toward the wall. Jumping onto it, she dug her claws into the wood and climbed hand over hand all the way to the top. Heart pounding, she peeked down at Landon, praying she wouldn’t find the disgust she’d seen so many times before. But he just stood there with an amused expression on his face.

“If you expect me to climb the wall like that, we’re going to be here awhile,” he called. “Hope you brought lunch.”

Huh? No shock, no freaking out, no fear in his eyes. She couldn’t believe it. “Well?” he prompted. She gave herself a shake. “There’s a rope up here. I’ll toss it down.”

Just because he hadn’t freaked out didn’t mean he wouldn’t demand answers when he got to the top, and Ivy braced herself for a barrage of questions. But he only reminded her that Kendra and Todd were timing them so they’d better hurry.

Since Landon hadn’t freaked out after seeing her sprout claws and scale a thirty-foot wall, Ivy didn’t see the need to hold back anymore, particularly when they got to a rope bridge stretched between two towers fifty feet high. She could get across the bridge in the dark with one arm tied behind her back, so she didn’t need to use the safety rope above her head, like Landon did.

She didn’t know what happened. Maybe she wasn’t paying as much attention as she should have. Or maybe she was showing off for Landon. The next thing she knew, her foot slipped off the rope and she fell. She instinctively tried to grab the rope bridge, but missed it.

Crap. The fall wouldn’t kill her, but it would hurt like hell—her pride most of all.

Suddenly, her hand hit something. She grabbed whatever it was, hoping it was strong enough to stop her descent, when she felt a hand wrap around her wrist. Amazed, she jerked her head up to see Landon holding on to her.

“I’ve got you,” he said, his voice calm and reassuring.

Ivy didn’t know how he managed to get to her so fast. Or how he was keeping himself from falling. Dragging her gaze away from his soulful brown eyes, she saw that he was hanging from the rope bridge by his legs like a circus performer. That probably wasn’t a standard Special Forces move. Maybe he had some monkey DNA and didn’t know it.

“Um, Ivy. Not to rush you or anything, but this isn’t really comfortable. Think you can find a way to climb up me without ripping me to shreds or knocking us both down?”

That’s when she realized her claws were out and dug into his wrist like spikes. That had to hurt.

“Oh God, I’m sorry!”

She retracted her claws and carefully climbed up Landon’s back onto the rope bridge. Grabbing the top rope, she quickly moved forward so he could get back up on the bridge. But Landon didn’t bother. Instead, he swung hand over hand on the bottom rope until he got to the tower, then dragged himself up onto it. Careful to hold on to the safety rope this time, Ivy hurried across the rope bridge to join him.

She grabbed his wrist to see how much damage she’d done. There were five bloody puncture marks around it that were already starting to swell. She winced. They looked painful. She might not be crazy about the guy, but she hadn’t meant to hurt him.

“I really am so sorry,” she murmured.

“I’m fine,” he said. “I’ll get it checked out when we’re done. You okay?”

Ivy blinked up at him. He’d almost gotten killed saving her butt from her own stupidity, and he was asking if she was okay?
“Yeah. I’m fine. Thanks. For catching me, I mean.”

“No problem. What’s a partner for?” He flashed her a devastating grin. “Come on, let’s get moving. We’re eating up the clock.”
Tyler, Paige. Her Perfect Mate (X-Ops Book 1) (pp. 51-54). Sourcebooks. Kindle Edition.

Now training is never easy but Landon has done right by her and didn’t freak out over her change. However, there are those who aren’t so happy about this partnership.

Ivy’s friend Clive is interested in more with her and as a result tends to want to fight with him every time he sees him.

Action packed as this team goes on their first mission and it goes FUBAR. Plenty of questions arise as they fight crazed hybrids and start wondering who can be trusted.

This pairing proves to be more than just a partnership, their attraction to each other is almost overwhelming. Things heat up quickly and the rules go out the window.

With X-Ops Paige Tyler has created an edgy, exciting, sexy, suspenseful and action packed series. Her Shifters are unique to this genre and I am loving every word.

I couldn’t put this down and have purchased the rest of this series!

5 Contented Purrs for Paige!

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  Paige Tyler

Paige is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of sexy romantic suspense and paranormal romance. She graduated from The University of West Florida with a degree in education in 2000, but decided to pursue a full-time career as a writer in 2004. Since then, she’s written over fifty books in several genres, including paranormal, contemporary, western, sci-fi and erotica. She loves writing about strong, sexy, alpha males and the feisty, independent women who fall for them. From verbal foreplay to sexual heat, her stories of romance, adventure, suspense, passion and true love will leave you breathlessly panting for more.

She and her very own military hero (also known as her husband) live on the beautiful Florida coast with their adorable fur baby (also known as their dog). Paige graduated with a degree in education, but decided to pursue her passion and write books about hunky alpha males and the kick-butt heroines who fall in love with them.

When not working on her latest book, Paige enjoys reading, jogging, P90X, Yoga, Pilates, going to the beach, watching NFL football, watching movies and hanging out with her husband (not necessarily in that order!)

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My Review of Desiree Holt’s Unconditional Surrender: Strike Force Book 1


NEW FROM BESTSELLING
ROMANCE AUTHOR
DESIREE HOLT
Book one in the Strike Force Series.
Newly edited and expanded version!

Unconditional Surrender
Strike Force Book 1
By
Desiree Holt

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Had he found her again only to lose her to a stalker?

Slade Donovan and Kari Malone shared one anonymous night of hot sex. Five years later unexpected circumstances throw them together again and what’s between them burns hotter than ever. But as a member of Delta Force, Slade is wary of relationships, drawn to Kari on the one hand and hesitant on the other.

Kari has her own demons, the stalker she moved to escape who seems to track her everywhere. As the unknown stalker ramps up his game, it will take the Delta Force team to rescue her, and the danger to show them both that what they have is electric, erotic and real.

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Have you ever started reading a book and immediately fall in love with the characters? That’s what happened for me with this book.

Slade is not only Delta Force he is also a rancher. Gorgeous and intense he still remembers the woman he had a one-night stand with five years ago. He couldn’t find her afterward since she had been a guest of a guest at the party where they met. It didn’t help that he didn’t have her real name either.

Kari has had to stealthily relocate because of a stalker. Now living in San Antonio she finds her thoughts often wander to the man she met at a gathering in Chicago. She spent the hottest night of her life with him and she finds herself comparing other men to him.

On a ten day leave between assignments, Slade and his team retreat to his ranch outside San Antonio. The peaceful atmosphere is cathartic and brings a sense of normal back to these hard fighting heroes.

Attending a small get together thrown by a JAG officer and his wife, these men each find someone of interest before the night is over.

Most surprising to them is that Slade, found someone and left the party within fifteen minutes. They of course didn’t know the connection between him and Kari.

Their reaction to seeing each other was one of my favorite scenes. I apologize but the language was all part of it and I wouldn’t change a thing!

Paul and Melinda Hutton were standing together by the fireplace, chatting with a few people. Kari tried to hold back, unwilling to break into a conversation.

“I can say hi later,” she told Natalie.

“Nonsense. This will just take a second. They said to be sure and bring you over when you got here.”

Kari frowned. “But they hardly know me.”

“And now they can get to know you better. Come on.”

Paul Hutton, tall, dark, with a hint of gray in his hair, reminded her a lot of her boss. She could see why they got along so well. Melinda was a stark contrast, a petite blonde with a warm smile.

“We’re so happy you could make it.” She squeezed Kari’s hand. “Please help yourself to food and drink. Lord knows Paul made sure we had plenty.”

“Thank you. And thanks for including me.”

“Kip raves about your work,” Paul told her. “We owe it to him to make sure you stick around.”

The compliment gave her a warm feeling. With nothing else in her life now except her work, it was important she make a solid place for herself. She didn’t want to have to pull up sticks and move again.
“Thank you very much for that,” she told Melinda.

“Let’s get you something to drink.” Natalie tugged her to a corner of the vast great room where a bartender was working at a makeshift setup in the corner. “What’s your poison?”

“I’ll have a beer and the lady will have an amaretto on the rocks.”

The deep voice, so vivid from her dreams, jolted her and froze her in place. Her nipples hardened and her breath felt trapped in her throat. Her pulse throbbed with a heavy beat in the walls of her suddenly wet pussy. Words deserted her and she stood there, immobile, trying to find something to say. A kaleidoscope of erotic images flashed through her brain, one after the other, teasing and tantalizing her.

Stunned, she peeped over at Natalie whose eyes widened in surprise.

“I, uh, wasn’t aware you two knew each other.” The woman smiled. “Kari, you’ve been keeping secrets.”

Kari’s breath was trapped in her throat. She clasped her hands together to still their shaking before she turned to look at the man behind her. Oh, Lordy. He looked even better in real life than he did in her memory. The lines in his face were a little deeper, but his body was just as lean and muscular as she remembered. He stood tall and tan, the sculpted muscles of his body evident even beneath the collared shirt and dress slacks that fit him so well they could have been tailored for him. How many nights had she lain in bed since that one time, remembering the feel of him beneath her hands, the hardness of muscle, the softness of the hair on his chest, the swollen thickness of his cock?

Just staring at him now and remembering all that took her breath away.

“I—” She couldn’t form words. What was he doing here? How had he come to be at this party? Was she dreaming him? But no, when she inhaled, that remembered scent of earth and clean air tickled her nostrils.

Natalie glanced from one to the other. “I take it you two know each other?”

“Uh, we— That is—” Kari stammered.

“We’ve met.” Slade’s voice, thick and warm, rolled over her.

Kari looked at him, mesmerized by the flare of heat in his hazel eyes that had turned more of a dark gold. His dark-brown hair seemed shaggier than the last time she’d seen him, although it was apparent he’d made an effort to tame it. She had to stop herself from reaching up to let it sift through her fingers. She had to fight a desire to run her hands over every inch of him.

“Kari, I think you’re in good hands.” Natalie grinned at them. “I’m sure you two won’t mind if I excuse myself. I see someone signaling for me.”

Kari wasn’t even aware of the woman leaving. All she could see was the tower of testosterone standing beside her. He received their drinks from the bartender and put hers in her hands. Her fingers closed over the glass automatically and she took a sip. The smooth drink coasted its way down her throat, easing her edgy nerves.
Holt, Desiree. Unconditional Surrender (Strike Force Book 1) (Kindle Locations 628-661). Totally Bound Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Desiree turns up the heat immediately and doesn’t disappoint. Between the attraction and Slade’s ‘Spidey’ sense you know the excitement and tension is just going to build.

We get to know Slade’s team as well, as they meet possible love interests. One who caught my attention is Marc who has his own unique issues, although Beau is definitely a character.

I really enjoyed this new version and I can’t wait for the next one to be re-released!

5 Contented Purrs for Desiree!

  Desiree Holt

USA Today Bestselling and award winning author Desiree Holt writes everything form romantic suspense and paranormal to erotic, a genre in which she is the oldest living author.

She has been referred to by USA Today as the Nora Roberts of erotic romance, and is a winner of the EPIC E-Book Award, the Holt Medallion and a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice nominee.

She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The (London) Daily Mail, The New Delhi Times and numerous other national and international publications.

“Desiree Holt is the most amazing erotica author of our time and each story is more fulfilling then the last.” (Romance Junkies)

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Release Blitz & Giveaway! Tawny Weber’s Call to Engage – SEAL Brotherhood Book 2


The Poseidon team are hard-bodied, fiercely competitive Navy SEALs. But when a sensitive mission goes disastrously wrong, three of the team’s finest will have to trust their hearts and instincts to uncover the truth…


CALL TO ENGAGE will delight fans of UNDER PRESSURE by Lori Foster and A SEAL’S PLEDGE by Cora Seton!

Call To Engage
Poseidon Team
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Tawny Weber

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Lieutenant Elijah Prescott should be spending his precious leave somewhere with sun, surf and scantily clad women. Instead, he’s heading home with two goals in mind. Figure out exactly how his last assignment went to hell and almost killed him—and reconnect with the woman who might offer salvation.

Ava Monroe has streamlined her life, eliminating every source of pain—including a marriage touched by tragedy. One glimpse of her ex and those good intentions turn to bad-girl desires. Her strategy: get over Elijah by getting under him again, sating herself until she can finally let go. But as betrayal within the rank of the SEALs turns deadly, there’s no denying that her heart and her life are on the line. Elijah is the only man who can protect both…

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Incredible.

That was the only word in his head as the aftershocks trembled through their bodies.

Incredible.

And then he came down.

Not in a nice, slow, gentle descent, either.

Nope, he crashed like a plane plummeting from the sky to ram into a mountainside.

He’d just had sex.

With Ava.

His ex-wife. The only woman he’d ever loved. The only one he’d ever wanted to love. The one who’d broken his heart into tiny little pieces and tossed them aside.

Shit.

His body still slick with sweat, the scent of Ava wrapped around him like a second skin, Elijah wondered if she realized that while extracting her promise of no regrets, he hadn’t offered the same.
After all, Elijah knew just how pointless promises could be. Especially the ones between him and Ava.

His body spent, his mind worn, he couldn’t find anything left to offer up on the altar of past regrets, though. He wrapped his arm tighter around her shoulders. Ava responded by snuggling closer, her thigh nestled between his as she shifted her chin into the indention where his shoulder met his chest. Her breath fluttered over his throat, soft and easy in sleep.

Regret?

Oh yeah, he knew he’d regret this in the morning. Hell—he glanced out the window, gauging the time from the angle of the moon—it was nearing dawn and the regret was already winding through him. Shoving aside pleasure, easing out satisfaction.

Closing his eyes against it, he drifted into sleep with her hand entwined with his, the twisted band of her ring rubbing gently between his fingers.

And he knew it for the talisman it was, the hope that lifted him from his nightmares.

If only for tonight.

Because nobody knew better than Elijah that tonight was all they had.
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A New Series From Heather Long! Semper Fi Cowboy – Lone Star Leathernecks Book 1


Semper Fi Cowboy
Lone Star Leathernecks Book 1
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A Leatherneck by any other name can still kick ass, which is just what retired United States Marine Corps Captain Tanner Wilks plans to do when he returns to his Texas family ranch to care for his ailing father. And nothing will stop him from achieving his mission—not even a lithe, brown-eyed town veterinarian who seems hell-bent on driving him wild.

Captain Tanner Wilks, honorably discharged from the U.S. Marine Corps, returns home to find his father struggling after his latest heart attack. Worse yet, Julia Heller—the sexy new girl in town that he once spent a hot night with—is the resident veterinarian who’s made a home for herself at Round Top ranch, and doesn’t seem to be in a rush to repeat their time together.

It falls on Tanner’s shoulders to take on the ranch and keep an eye on his father before he falls victim to another heart attack. But Julia doesn’t appreciate Tanner coming in or pursuing her. Even if he’s hot as hell and can make her quiver with just a look. Ousting her may give Tanner the leverage he needs to corral his father, but first he has to wrestle with his own heart.

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Serving their country as Marines was what one could call a family tradition for the Wilks family. Although Tanner was the only one of his siblings to follow that path. Now retired and heading home, his assignment as he thought of it, was to care for his father ‘The Colonel’. An assignment and a family duty, one he wouldn’t shirk from but one he wasn’t looking forward to either. His father a former Marine was hard headed and stubborn as a mule. Following Doctors orders was something he didn’t do very well at all.

Then there’s Jules the veterinarian who had taken over her Great Uncle’s practice. Long ago she decided that having a relationship with anyone that was a client was bad for business. Jules is smart, funny and wise. 

A favorite scene is during what is supposed to be a one night stand, in Jules opinion anyway.

Suppressing the internal chuckle at his conversational left turn, she asked, “Why were we talking about broken clocks? What a weird thing. I don’t think I have any broken clocks. Actually, come to think of it, I don’t own any clock-clocks. I use my phone for everything. My uncle had this really great cuckoo clock when I was a kid, but I played with it one time too many because I was trying to fix the bird inside and I kinda broke it.”His laughter against her back made her groan. Then he said, “Do I want to know what you were trying to do?”

“Well, I thought it had a broken wing, because when it came out, you could see one wing but not the other. I didn’t know that was the design of the clock. So I  .  .  .” Was she really telling him this embarrassing story from when she was five? “I set this trap for when the clock chimed and the bird popped out of the clock, so I could grab the bird to fix its wing and then let it go again. Don’t say it ”— she turned her head and waved a finger at him because he had stopped kissing her and just stared at her with the most incredulous look on his face—“ I get exactly how stupid it sounds. Please note that, for the record, I was five.”

“Very well then, continue, please.” It was a real struggle for him to get the words out past the laughter squeezing in between the syllables.

“Anyway.” She elongated the word. “I set my trap, which meant I had to sneak the ladder in from the garage, then climb up to where the clock hung several feet off the ground. I waited because I knew when the bird was going to pop out, and as soon as it appeared I grabbed it. But when I tried to pull it off its little perch, well, the whole clock came off the wall, and I fell off the ladder, crashed into the table, and knocked over the curio cabinet. I broke all of my aunt’s fancy dishes. But I did get the bird.”

He made no pretense of holding back his amusement this time. His laughter shook the bed. She tried not to fume at how long it took him to get himself under control. Finally, he wheezed out a breath and flopped onto his back to stare at the ceiling, a hint of tears at the corner of his eye. “I don’t think I’ve laughed that hard in years. How did you survive?”

“Well, when I explained to my uncle why I was trying to catch the bird, he kind of had your reaction. He was mad about the dishes, but mostly because my aunt was going to be upset. But she took it better than either of you, so for the next six months or so, my uncle and I hunted at ever flea market from San Antonio to Dallas to find dishes like she’d had in her set. “

“And the bird? Did it make it?”

“Yes, the bird was fine. The clock  .  .  . not so much.” She joined him this time when he chuckled. “Okay, so you’ve heard my embarrassing five-year-old story. You tell me one about you.”
Heather Long. ARC SemperFi Final (Kindle Locations 533-554). Kindle Edition.

That night ended with Jules leaving a note and no number, a one night stand with someone passing through. She was in for a major surprise later in the day.

The Colonel has many archaic views on relationships and more than once he admonishes both Tanner and Jules for their unseemly behavior.

As I read my feelings echoed the way Tanner handled things. Jules with her incredible insight and people skills is valued at the ranch. It’s her idea that just might help these two hard headed men come to agreeable terms.

I fell in love with the ranch, Jules and Tanner, and Maria, Ramon and Mateo, ‘the Colonel’ kind of grows on you. The family vibe is almost palpable with Maria and Ramon, it makes it easy to love them.

I can’t wait for the next book in this series.

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Keep reading for an excerpt from when Tanner meets Jules.

Whoever the group was they had talent, and as Tanner studied the newcomers, he focused on a woman who slid over to the bar and drained a glass of water while the musicians found their rhythm. A minute later, she glided back onto the dance floor.For the next three songs, she traded partners. The woman could move. Tall, long-legged, and beautifully curved, she also had a gorgeous face, from her generous mouth—which pulled into an easy smile—to her sweet, dark eyes. Dark hair clung to her cheeks, and her sleeveless white top gave Tan- ner a good look at her toned arms.

He didn’t know her. She didn’t even ring a familiar bell, but she sure as hell looked fun. When she waved off a fourth man swooping in for a dance and headed to the bar, Tanner enjoyed the light, strutting cadence to her walk. Someone had taken her spot, so she sidled up to the bar next to him.

Fanning her face with one hand, she gave him a cool, quick grin, then waved at Sully. The bartender slid a glass of water over to her. “You ready for a glass of wine yet, darlin’?”

“In a bit.” She took a long drink of the water. The slender column of her throat convulsed with each swallow, and a fresh wave of lust crashed through Tanner. Damn, what he wouldn’t give to trade places with the glass.

“Put her wine on my tab, Sully,” Tanner called. The number of dance partners and lack of a ring gave him hope she was free. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

“No, thank you,” the country goddess declined in a smooth, polite tone. “I’ll take care of my own drinks.”

Sully hid a smirk, but he had other customers.

“No need to be testy, ma’am.” He lifted his beer. “Just offering to buy you a drink.”

“Not being testy at all.” She turned sideways and gave him a once-over. “And you didn’t offer—you just decided to do it, sir.” The cool dismissal didn’t possess an ounce of malice or disrespect. “I simply like to pay my own way, and I never accept offers from strangers.”

“Hard to make an acquaintance if you don’t.” Though he couldn’t fault her. Even the women in his unit or those he’d met on assignment at various bases around the world maintained a sense of control over their environment, both in what they would tolerate from others and what they would accept. “My apologies for overstepping. I’m Tanner, by the way.”

Offering his hand, he waited as she took a beat before wiping her palm against her jeans and then accepting the handshake. “My friends call me Jules.”

“Jules.” Was it short for Julianna? Or Julie? Something else entirely? He liked the sound of it. Maybe it was the beer mellowing him out. Maybe it was being home. Or maybe it was simply watching her, but he wanted to spend some time with Miss Jules.

“Is it all right if I call you Jules?”

“I said my friends call me Jules, you can call me ma’am.” She chuckled, then drained her glass of water and started watching the band. They’d switched to a slow song. Shaking her head, she lifted the hair from the back of her neck. From her ushed cheeks to the gleam in her dark eyes, she was stunning.

“I’d be happy to call you ma’am.” The sentence worked, and Jules returned her attention to him and her eyebrows raised.

“Tell me, ma’am, may I have the next dance?”

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USA Today bestselling author, Heather Long, likes long walks in the park, science fiction, superheroes, Marines, and men who aren’t douche bags. Her books are filled with heroes and heroines tangled in romance as hot as Texas in the summertime.

From paranormal historical westerns to contemporary military romance, Heather might switch genres, but one thing is true in all of her stories–her characters drive the books.

When she’s not wrangling her menagerie of animals, she devotes her time to family and friends she considers family. She believes if you like your heroes so real you could lick the grit off their chest, and your heroines so likable, you’re sure you’ve been friends with women just like them, you’ll enjoy her worlds as much as she does.

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New From Heather Long! Magic and Mayhem: The Witched Away Bride


The Witched Away Bride
The Witch Singer Book 3
A Magic and Mayhem Novella
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Once upon a time in Assjacket…

My story began when a vampire I dubbed Mr. Nasty-Face sent me on a crazy, impossible task to fix his mis-Turnment of a certain succubus. Easy, right? Yeah, then I ran into the skunk who would change my life (and spray me, but let’s forget that memory). Once I got to Assjacket, well, let’s just say I ended up with the teenager who wasn’t—a kind of happily-while-you’re-here scenario. Now my teen is a grown woman with a Highlander for a lover, and I’m left to deal with Gigi. She wants me to find her a happily-for-real-ever-after and I’ve still got to solve my problems.

So to be clear, all I have to do is undo the unbreakable, pair the unpairable, and keep my man happy. One out of three isn’t bad. I’m a witch singer, not a dang miracle worker.

Just sing at a couple of weddings, the Baba Yaga said, it’ll be fun, she said, it’ll solve all your problems…except no weddings are possible with the witched away brides.

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We continue with Bridget’s story in Assjacket as brides are disappearing on their wedding days. How can Bridget sing at weddings if none are occurring? With a bunch of crazy and upset bridegrooms Baba Yaga dispatches Kirk a warlock with a gambling problem to find the witch bridenapper. He lands unceremoniously in Assjacket meeting a trash panda named Firefox. This in itself is funny but it turns out he is our Bridget’s familiar. This is a favorite scene when they meet.

The way the purple haired witch narrowed her eyes at him gave Kirk pause. He’d charged over to the witch singer’s house because the insanity at the wedding grotto had given him an altogether unpleasant headache all the yelling, growling, and weeping had bestowed upon him. His feet hurt after tromping through the wilds. He’d run into another cluster of bushes, and now had an unbearable itch crawling along his arms.So, he probably could have been more polite to the two occupants all snuggled up with their bottle of wine, but he just wanted to bag the bridenapper, get his debts paid off, and leave before he caught something permanent. Yet, the moment he snapped at her, she went from a look of cool fury to utter speculation.

Dread coiled in his stomach. Witch singers weren’t bad witches right? Not that he could recall.

“Hey,” the trash panda announced from his feet. “You should start by introducing yourself, bub.”

“Oooh,” the witch singer let out a soft exhale of wonder, and went to her knees. “Hello there, you beautiful thing.”

The red furred little bugger puffed up and all but strutted over to her. “Hello, pretty lady. Forgive my brutish companion, he fell into a mulberry bush then crashed through a poison sumac patch. He’s in a very bad mood.”

“Is he?” The witch singer didn’t even look in Kirk’s direction. Instead she opened her arms and the trash panda hurtled into them and snuggled her. The man who’d been standing next to her watched the whole exchange with a bemused smile. The red furred head rubbed against the witch singer’s chin, a distinctive cuddle, and then she rose pressing a tiny kiss to the creature’s head.

Sure. The rodent got a friendly greeting. The longer he stood there, the more Kirk had a chance to admire the stunning red dress the singer wore, and the way it made her skin glow and emphasized her… zap! Pain shocked him back a step and he jerked his gaze to the mild-mannered man still standing near her whose gaze now focused on him.

The faint tilt to the corner of his mouth told Kirk all he needed to know. Nodding once to the other warlock— because he definitely had the power to be a warlock— Kirk folded his arms. The urge to scratch was driving him crazy. They shared a long moment of masculine understanding. The witch singer belonged to the man with the white stripe in his hair, and he’d defend what was his.

“Look, Martin. Isn’t Firefox adorable?” The singer was still cooing at the trash panda and it was all besotted with her, too. Sparkles filled the air, and he could almost hear the ringing of the bells. The little rodent was her familiar. Well, it could have said something when he fell on it.

“He’s perfect for you, lover.” The man settled a possessive hand on her hip and drew her and her newly accessorized trash panda to him. The critter wrapped around her shoulders like a fur stole and it matched her dress. Even her purple hair began to change colors until it fell in an ombre wave that ended red as the raccoon’s fur.

“Congratulations,” Kirk announced, determined to play the cards he’d been dealt. He summoned a bottle of champagne and held it out. “Allow me to present you with this token upon discovering your true familiar. A day worth remembering.”

“Uh huh,” Martin grunted as he accepted the bottle. “Now, introduce yourself and maybe summon a shirt since you’re half naked and not even an appealing naked at that.”

The witch singer giggled, and it held all those wonderful notes of a perfect concerto. For a moment, Kirk completely forgot why he was there. Even the air around her seemed to shimmer.

“Bridget, darling,” Martin murmured. “Why don’t you take Firefox in and get him comfortable while I take care of our guest?”

The witch spun and gave Martin a kiss that had Kirk’s ears turning red before she whispered something against the other man’s lips and vanished. The moment she disappeared, Kirk remembered how to breathe then took a step back.

Raking a hand through his hair, he stared at the other warlock. “Holy hell.”

“And all mine,” Martin reminded him, even as a little fireball began to dance on his fingertips.
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This tale takes a delightful turn as Kirk and Gigi meet for the first time, although he doesn’t know it at the time she is responsible for the disappearing brides. A fun romp through various shops for a wedding dress and so much more as she and Kirk find romance.

Full of snark, laughs, love and lessons for everyone. This is a thoroughly delightful quick read.

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USA Today bestselling author, Heather Long, likes long walks in the park, science fiction, superheroes, Marines, and men who aren’t douche bags. Her books are filled with heroes and heroines tangled in romance as hot as Texas in the summertime.

From paranormal historical westerns to contemporary military romance, Heather might switch genres, but one thing is true in all of her stories–her characters drive the books.

When she’s not wrangling her menagerie of animals, she devotes her time to family and friends she considers family. She believes if you like your heroes so real you could lick the grit off their chest, and your heroines so likable, you’re sure you’ve been friends with women just like them, you’ll enjoy her worlds as much as she does.

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