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One More Night ~ Sarah O’Rourke

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Crenshaw Jacobson met the woman of his dreams…and he was determined to spend every night possible with her. But Waverlee Armstrong was leery of commitment, having been abandoned by her family at an early age. She knew that she loved Shaw…but can she learn to trust him and spend just one more night?

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Shivering against him as she parted her lips to speak, Waverlee moaned as his tongue swept forward, stealing the opportunity to deepen their kiss. And holy moly, the man could kiss. And not just any old kiss either. It was the-steal-your-breath-I-can’t-live-without-his-touch-because-nothing-else-in-the-world-matters kind of kiss a girl spends her life dreaming about. Their tongues danced together for long minutes as everything else faded away. The people. The noise. Everything took a backseat to the fierce passion Shaw created with a simple touch of his mouth to hers.

Forcing herself to find her voice when Shaw lifted his mouth from hers to take a deep breath, Waverlee flashed a furtive glance up at his darkened eyes. “Wow,” she breathed shakily, clutching handfuls of his light blue dress shirt in her fists as the world seemed to spin at warp speed, “I..I…don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like that before,” she whispered, the words catching in her throat as his finger swept against her lower lip.

“Then you best hold on real tight to me, baby, ‘cause I’m just getting started,” he replied, dropping his head to steal another deep, wet kiss from her lips as he curved one big hand around her neck, wrapping her silky hair around his fist and tugging gently.

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Degrees of Separation 2 ~ Lost Together

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“Degrees of Separation promises to be the most addicting trilogy you read this spring!”

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Forfeit (Book One)
February 28th

Lost Together (Book Two)
March 21st

Atonement (Book Three)
April 4th

Lost together

(#DOS Part Two)

Release Date: March 21, 2017

The second novel in the emotionally compelling trilogy, Degrees of Separation—three lost souls determined to find balance again…

December has vanished. Rejected by her troubled husband, Austin, and pushed, at his insistence, into the arms of his best friend, Cord, she’s uncertain what the future holds. She loves her husband, regardless of his addiction, but she also loves his best friend. At odds with everything she believed to be her traditional reality, she flees the only home she’s ever known.

Heartbroken, Cord does the right thing and confronts his reluctant betrayal of Austin after losing the woman they both love. He takes charge, dragging Austin back from the edge of oblivion, only to find himself plunged deeper into a life of heartache.

On a path to redemption, Austin must not only confront personal truths, but consider the sacrifices necessary to save his marriage and his friendship with Cord.

An unexpected reunion and exposed secrets will either derail or establish their future as one.

WARNING: This book contains subject matter suitable for mature reading audiences. Some content may be offensive to sensitive readers. Degrees of Separation is a MMF ménage trilogy with many emotionally graphic encounters and challenging situations that break the rules of traditional romance.

 

Excerpt:

The second she was gone the asshole in the room spoke up. “You’re wasting your time fighting it.”

His fork clattered to his plate. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Stop shoving me at your wife!”

Austin stared past Cord, his face filling with concern.

Shit. Ember stood in the doorway, eyes wide, frozen in place, clutching a white frosted cake heaped with strawberries.

Goddamn Austin and his stupid ideas. “Ember—”

“I…I forgot the knife.” She quickly placed the dishes on the table, her steps faltering, and fled to the kitchen.

“Great,” Cord snapped, bunching up his napkin and tossing it on the table. “Enjoy your fucking cake. I’m out of here.”

Austin opened his big mouth, but Cord was done talking to him. Reasoning with Austin was like trying to discuss physics with a chimp. “Shut it, Austin.”

He detoured to the kitchen, unable to take his rage out on her. “Ember, I didn’t mean—”

“It’s okay.” Her fingers twisted into a dishcloth and then she dashed away a tear.

Fuck. Tears. Not tears! His concern shifted into panic. “It’s not okay. I don’t know what Austin told you—”

“I know what he’s up to. I told him not to do this.”

She fucking knew her husband was messing with him? It didn’t make any sense. “Why is he doing this?”

Now she shrugged. “He’s Austin. Once he gets something in his head…”

Cord rubbed his palm over his face and squeezed. “What does he expect to gain from this? He’s just making an uncomfortable situation worse.”

“He’s trying to fix it. He doesn’t understand, because he wasn’t there. He thinks if we put everything out in the open the guilt will go away. He thinks it’s best to deal with it.”

“Deal with it how?” He wasn’t a fucking puppet Austin could place in whatever position he wanted.

“I don’t know. I barely understand what I’m feeling right now. I can’t pretend to understand what he’s going through. Or you, for that matter.”

All thoughts of her husband vanished as he focused on the ‘f’ word, for his sins. “What are you feeling?”

Her face tightened and her hand pressed into her chest, her eyes betraying her show of bravado. “Here. It hurts. I don’t know how to make it stop, Cord.”

“Hurts how?” He took a slow step closer, keeping his voice low.

Eyes pleading, she looked up at him, her mouth tight with worry. “When I’m near you, my heart beats so fast I’m afraid it’ll explode. But I know I can’t… I can’t express what’s inside of me. Then this unbearable ache takes hold. It just…hurts.”

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A masterfully emotional, high stakes trilogy that will have readers disdaining tradition to gamble with love…

Degrees of Separation:

Forfeit, Lost Together, Atonement

From the ashes of December and Austin’s storybook marriage, rises a new relationship. A relationship based on Austin’s determination to win his battle with addiction, December’s eternal love, and the unrelenting love and support of their best friend, Cord.

Secrets are exposed, hidden passions unleashed and tradition challenged as three lost souls come together. Their path isn’t easy, nor certain, but the depth of their love will carry the day.

WARNING: This book contains subject matter suitable for mature reading audiences. Some content may be offensive to sensitive readers. Degrees of Separation is a MMF ménage trilogy with many emotionally graphic encounters and challenging situations that break the rules of traditional romance.

 

AUTHOR BIOS

Lydia Michaels

Lydia Michaels is the award winning author of 30 romance novels. Her novels from the darkly compelling Surrender Trilogy were iBooks Bestsellers and her work has been featured in USA Today. In 2015 she was the winner of The Best of Bucks Award and she has been nominated as Best Author in the Happenings Magazine two years running [2015 & 2016]. She is a four time nominee for the prestigious RONE Award. Her books are intellectual, emotional, haunting, always centered around love.

Allyson Young

Allyson lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada with her husband of many years and numerous pets. She has written for many years and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one. She has now published three series and several stand alones in contemporary, sci fi, fantasy and suspense genres. Allyson will write until whatever is inside is satisfied, until the heroes man up and the heroines get what they deserves. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favours the darker side of romance.

The Santiago’s

A Sailor’s Delight

The Santiago’s book 2

By Beverly Ovalle

Published by Midwest Dragon Press

Cover Artist Dawne Dominique

283 pages

 

Contemporary Romance

 

 

Tagline:

One night he doesn’t remember – One night she’ll never forget!

 

Blurb:

Lee Santiago went from one mistake to the next. When a friend dies, exposing his mortality all too well Lee’s family steps in to force him to make something of himself. He can’t be a party boy all his life and if he wants to sign his life away, it will be on the dotted line. He doesn’t even have time to say goodbye. Anyway it was only a drunken one night stand.

Isabelle was always the good girl. Until that night. When the man she’d always worshiped finally noticed her. She couldn’t say no. She’s heartsick to find out he doesn’t remember it. Isabelle’s life crashes around her when the results are in. The truth comes out and she has nowhere to turn. She looks for Lee, but he’s gone.

Will he be man enough to step up and face the consequences when he learns the truth?

 

Excerpt (G):

“Lenny, my man. Alejandro loaned me his car and I wanted to hit Dead Man’s Curve. You up for some fun today? Call me back, dude.”

Closing his phone he stared at it. He willed his phone to ring. Len never left him hanging. They’d been tight for as long as he could remember. A sick feeling twisted in his stomach. He had to know the truth. He dialed the number that they’d only used in emergencies.

It rang and rang. Not good. Lee was getting ready to hang up when it was answered.

“Hola.”

He’d never heard her like that, voice deep and raw.

“Mrs. R. It’s Lee. Can I talk to Len?”

She burst out crying, deep sobs that tore from her gut.

“Mrs. Rodriguez. What’s the matter?”

“Who is this? What did you say?” The phone had changed hands. Mr. Rodriguez answered, his voice hoarse.

“Mr. R. It’s Lee Santiago. I just asked to talk to Lenny. He didn’t answer his phone. I drove by the house earlier.” Lee could hear the tremble in his own voice. “The police were there. Is Lenny okay?”

Lenny was his best bro. He had to be okay. Lee would be lost without him.

“Oh God, Lee.” Lee could hear the heaviness in his voice. “Lenny’s dead. We came home early and found him on the couch. We thought he was asleep.”

Lee squeezed his phone. It couldn’t be true.

“No. He was fine last night. Laughing and joking.”

“The police think it was a drug overdose.”

Lee was silent, heart aching and gut churning.

“Lee, did you hear me?”

“Yes.”

“Lenny didn’t do drugs. He didn’t do drugs, right Lee?”

Lee couldn’t answer. Lenny had started running with a harder crowd lately. His throat felt raw. How could he respond? He didn’t really know for sure.

“Answer me, Lee.”

“Mr. R.” Lee swallowed. “I don’t know. Some of the people he knew…” He drew in a deep breath. “Some of the people he knew weren’t so good.”

The line was silent. He could hear Mr. R’s breathing and Mrs. Rodriguez crying in the background. He leaned his head on the steering wheel. A tremor shook his body. He just knew what was coming.

“Will you tell the police what you know, Lee? Please. Lenny was your best friend.”

His gut clenched. He knew it. What could he say? No? Yes? Lenny was his best friend. Sometimes his only friend. If he told what he suspected, he might as well pick out his gravesite. Hell, his mom already had it. He’d be planted next to Papa, pushing up the roses.

“I don’t know.” He drew in a ragged breath and swallowed. “Maybe.”

“What went on last night, Lee? Was there a party here? The place is trashed.”

Lee could hear him crying. A hopeless sound that twisted his heart. Mr. R had stepped in when Lee’s dad had died years ago, taking him under his wing. How could he say no?

“Yeah, there was a party. I was on my way over to help Lenny clean up when I saw the cops.”

“Why didn’t you come over?”

Lee swallowed and leaned his head back against the seat.

“I didn’t want to hear what you just told me.”

“The police will want to question you. They need to find out what went on last night.”

Lee swallowed and nodded. He squeezed his eyes shut. The damp tracks on his cheeks were drying in the heat leaving his skin tight.

 

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“I’ve never seen you at a party before. I thought you were a good little girl.” His teasing voice sent thrills throughout her body.

“Today’s my birthday.” Isabelle snuggled closer to him. His body seemed to surround hers.

“So, does that make you legal today?”

Isabelle nodded vigorously then groaned. Her head swam from the movement. Maybe, just maybe she’d had a bit much to drink. Lee would take care of her though. He’d promised.

“But not legal for drinking yet.”

Isabelle pouted then sniffed.

“So what? Most of the people here aren’t twenty-one.”

“Doesn’t make it right.”

Isabelle craned her head around to look at him. Surprised at the hard note in his voice.

“But you’ve been drinking since you were in high school.”

“Again, doesn’t make it right. So, you decided to cut loose now that you’re an adult?”

The small smirk at the side of his mouth fascinated her. Somehow the tip of her finger made its way there. His lips were strong but soft, warm against the softness of her finger. The scruff around his mouth prickled her finger as he rubbed his face against it.

“Don’t play with fire, little girl.” He nipped the tip of her finger as he winked at her, sending a zing through her body.

Isabelle giggled. Normally she thought herself out of Lee’s league, but tonight that didn’t bother her in the least. She’d had too many jello shots to care. Snuggled in his arms, his hands on her affected her more than any bit of alcohol could. Combining them gave her a warm glow.

Isabelle wiggled, the trail of his fingertips tickling her neck and circling her ear. She could feel her nipples tightening, glad for her push up bra. It made her boobs look fabulous, but was thick enough to hide her body’s reaction.

Lee chuckled in her ear, sending warmth pooling low in her belly. Isabelle caught her breath as he trailed his finger down her breast unerringly circling her nipple.

“Cat got your tongue, little girl?”

His warm breath in her ear, followed by a flick of his tongue had her gasping. She shifted, wiggling, trying to relieve the ache building in her. Lee pulled her closer, positioning her across one leg. One hand held her tightly by the hip. The other skimmed the top of her camisole dipping in to tease her nipple.

Isabelle gasped at the sensation. “Lee.” She didn’t know if she was encouraging or warning him away.

He chuckled, stroking her nipple until it stood out, obvious to anyone that bothered to look. He lowered his head, bending Isabelle over his arm as he nibbled her through her shirt. With a tug he pulled it aside exposing her breast before quickly sucking it into his mouth.

“Ah.” Isabelle arched offering herself to the warm suction of his mouth. She caught her breath, liquid heat pooling between her legs with each pull. Her toes curled. The noise of the party disappearing, all her senses focused on the sensations swirling in her body.

“Beautiful.” His voice muffled as he nursed.

 

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A Saint’s Salvation

The Santiago’s book one

Corporal Nicholas ‘Saint’ Santiago needs to go home to reclaim the man he used to be. To be the man he was before Operation Enduring Freedom slowly hardened his heart. He needs to reconnect to the values and the reasons he is doing what he does. Saint also needs to try to forget the courageous woman he fell in love with.

Petty Officer Angelina Jones’ life changed the moment Saint saved her life. She survived the blast but now has to deal with the fact that she will never be whole. She can’t believe that anyone would want her the way she is now. Digging up her courage, Angelina moves forward hoping against hope that she can live a full life again.

Crossing paths again brings their emotions to a full boil. A coincidence that will have them both reaching for their dreams.

 

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Author bio:

Beverly Ovalle dabbled with writing on and off for years when her best friend finally dared her to submit a story to a writing contest. Beverly decided she had nothing to lose and since she’d always wanted to be an author sent it in and agonized for months waiting to hear back. Contract in hand she has never looked back.

Beverly has been obsessed with dragons and romance since she was a young girl, collecting dragon books and reading everything she could find on them even down to the care of real life dragons. She’s always been slightly panicked that the world as we know it will end, so has prepped for it, haunting survivalist pages and prepper projects she felt she needed in the event SHTF.

An avid fan of all romance, Beverly’s goal is to share her love of the written word and write the hot and erotic romances that she enjoys. She writes what she loves to read and it was only a matter of time before her obsessions crept into her writing for her to share. She hopes you enjoy her tales as much as she loves writing them.

A Navy Veteran, Beverly has traveled around the world and the United States enabling her to bring her settings to life, meeting and marrying her husband of twenty five years along the way for her own romance. Reading romances since the fourth grade she’s followed as the genre changed and spread into the vast cornucopia of romance offered today.

 

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Degrees of Separation 1 ~ Forfeit

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Trilogy | Contemporary Romance | Lydia Michaels & Allyson Young

#DOS Book Order: Forfeit (1), Lost Together (2), Atonement (3)

“Degrees of Separation promises to be the most addicting trilogy you read this spring!”

Three Novels within Five weeks! Can you say “instant obsession”? The reviews are already coming in and they want more! Pre-Order all three books today!

Forfeit (Book One)
February 28th

Lost Together (Book Two)
March 21st

Atonement (Book Three)
April 4th

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(#DOS Part One)

Release Date: February 28, 2017

 

The debut novel of a masterfully emotional, high stakes trilogy that will have readers forfeiting tradition to gamble with love…

December and Austin have a traditional, storybook marriage complete with defined roles. Married young, they’ve shared nearly a decade of passion and love. December’s submissive nature is perfectly suited for her husband’s authoritative, yet adoring personality and he seamlessly holds the indisputable role of head of the household.

But Austin harbors secrets, and the pressure of losing his job makes those festering skeletons impossible to ignore.

Turning to alcohol instead of his wife, Austin finally drives December into the arms of their closest friend, Cord, despite her intense loyalty. Cord has loved December since the day they met. His moral compass is challenged and lines are blurred when Austin steps aside and insists Cord take his place.

Forfeiting all, Austin must face a harsh truth. Take control of his life, or forever lose the woman he loves. 

WARNING: This book contains subject matter suitable for mature reading audiences. Some content may be offensive to sensitive readers. Degrees of Separation is a ménage trilogy with many emotionally graphic encounters and challenging situations that break the rules of traditional romance.

Excerpt:

The glass shattered as he kicked the mirror. “Tell me another! What else do I do wrong?”

December held the folded laundry protectively to her chest and tried to remain calm in the face of this particular storm. “Stop screaming at me.”

He stomped across the room and she hustled backward. “I told you not to accept any more money from him!”

She glanced at his splinted hand. Two knuckles had cost a lot of money to fix, especially when they could only afford mediocre medical insurance with astronomical deductibles. “What was I supposed to do, Austin? You need your hands. No one told you to punch that wall.”

And now he looked ready to punch another one. He mumbled something she couldn’t make out.

“What?”

“We could have paid the bill later.”

“And let it accumulate interest?” It was hard enough asking Cord for another loan on top of the one they already had, not to mention hiding the reason they needed the money, which she’d done out of respect for Austin’s privacy. She shouldn’t have to justify yet another solution to a problem he brought on himself. “We’re already in a hole.”

“Then stop borrowing money!”

“If you don’t want to lose our home, we have to. Why don’t you get that? My paycheck isn’t enough to afford more than our mortgage and groceries. We have other expenses. You need a phone in case someone calls about a job. You need a car to get to that job. You need insurance to drive that car. And you need functional hands to work.”

“Well, that ain’t happening now!”

She angrily stuffed the laundry into the drawer and crouched down to clean up the broken shards of glass. God only knew how long it would take to replace the mirror.

“Leave it,” he snapped.

“I’m not going to leave shattered pieces of glass all over the bedroom floor.”

Here they were again, him drunk and her astounded that he’d broken yet another promise. Such a fast return to hell only two weeks after their reconnection. No job and he was drinking again. Still.

“I said leave it, before you cut yourself.”

As if his words were the catalyst, she hissed as a thin shard sliced into the pad of her thumb.

“God damn it, Ember! I fucking told you to leave it alone.”

Staring down at the swelling line of blood collecting on her finger, she fell back onto her ass, stunned. Yet again, it all came down to her screwing up, the outlet his blame needed to keep his own accountability away.

Defining moments should be accompanied by a sound like thunder clapping loud enough to rock a person’s world. But in actuality, silence denoted such moments, as the pivotal point settled with utter clarity in the mind.

She placed the collection of glass back on the floor and stood, cupping her hand so blood didn’t drip on the carpet.

“Is it bad?” he asked, as she made her way to the bathroom.

Too late for concern, Austin. Hollow and meaningless.


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A masterfully emotional, high stakes trilogy that will have readers disdaining tradition to gamble with love…
From the ashes of December and Austin’s storybook marriage, rises a new relationship. A relationship based on Austin’s determination to win his battle with addiction, December’s eternal love, and the unrelenting love and support of their best friend, Cord.
Secrets are exposed, hidden passions unleashed and tradition challenged, as three lost souls come together. Their path isn’t easy, nor certain, but the depth of their love will carry the day.
WARNING: This book contains subject matter suitable for mature reading audiences. Some content may be offensive to sensitive readers. Degrees of Separation is a MMF ménage trilogy with many emotionally graphic encounters and challenging situations that break the rules of traditional romance.

AUTHOR BIOS

Lydia Michaels

Lydia Michaels is the award winning author of 30 romance novels. Her novels from the darkly compelling Surrender Trilogy were iBooks Bestsellers and her work has been featured in USA Today. In 2015 she was the winner of The Best of Bucks Award and she has been nominated as Best Author in the Happenings Magazine two years running [2015 & 2016]. She is a four time nominee for the prestigious RONE Award. Her books are intellectual, emotional, haunting, always centered around love.

Allyson Young

Allyson lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada with her husband of many years and numerous pets. She has written for many years and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one. She has now published three series and several stand alones in contemporary, sci fi, fantasy and suspense genres. Allyson will write until whatever is inside is satisfied, until the heroes man up and the heroines get what they deserves. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favours the darker side of romance.

Reluctant Concubine ~ On Sale!

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I hurried to my room and pulled on my short tunic, regretting for a moment that not one piece of my worn clothing matched any other. We had better clothes when my mother had been alive. We had fine robes and food and laughter.
I put away the memories that seemed less than real, like legends from a golden age, and wrapped my veil around my head in the proper manner for a healer, then hurried toward the front. I pushed through the wind-torn curtain that covered the entrance.
“Apar,” I greeted Jamir—calling him father for the last time.
The traders fell silent. Their gazes poured over me like icy water.
I could scarce keep from staring back at them. Shells and small disks of metal decorated their clothes in a dizzying array of patterns I had never seen before. The richness of the materials, the sheen of the fabric, the glitter…
Jarim caught my gaze and smoothed down his thin tunic. He wore better clothes than I, but still he could have been mistaken for a servant next to the strangers.
“Everything you say is true?” the tallest man, made taller yet by his wrapped silk headpiece, asked Jarim.
I sucked in my breath at his rudeness. To question the word of a Shahala was unthinkable. Though no Shahala blood flowed in Jarim’s veins, since he’d been married to my mother, people had always extended him the same respect.
“Very good healer. Only daughter of a Tika Shahala,” Jarim boasted just as rudely, as if not at all offended.
He spoke a little of most languages used around our area. I knew them as well as my own, learned from the many visitors who had come to my mother.
I wished Jarim had not said such a thing, even if he said it only because he did not want to shame me.
The leader’s cold eyes narrowed. “Ten blue crystals.”
I stifled a gasp. Ten blue crystals were more than we had seen in a long time, many times more than my help was worth had I been willing to give it. I tugged Jarim’s sleeve.
“She is worth twice that,” Jarim insisted and hushed me when I tried to speak.
I had never seen him like that before. A healer did not bargain over healing or ask payment. The sick gave gifts according to their abilities, despite reassurances that no payment was necessary.
“Twelve.” The trader’s impatient tone signaled the end of bargaining, and he handed Jarim a worn leather bag.
To my horror, Jarim counted the crystals. Then he nodded. Perhaps he did not feel the need to show manners in front of people who had none.
When the traders started toward the ship and motioned to me, I followed obediently, if a little dazed. I stopped after a moment when my mind cleared.
“My herbs.” I turned toward our dwelling, taking mental inventory. I should probably grab a little of everything.
But the man who had bargained for my services said, “You will not need those.”
Of course. They traveled many waters. They probably had their own herbs on the ship. Maybe I would even see something new and exotic. The thought cheered me a little.
I looked at Jarim, but he would not look at me.
“Come,” the lead trader ordered.
And I followed him.
I hoped they wanted me to heal slaves, although I was unsure whether my ministrations would be much help. But trying would have been easy, as my heart went out to the unfortunates. And I had to try now, whether master or slave languished in the sickbed—Jarim had already taken the payment.
Our shore met the sea not with a sandy beach but with boulders and rocks the waves beat against. Because of this, most ships docked in Sheharree, the nearest port, and our visitors completed the journey over land. But this time a grizzled man, wet from the spray, waited for us, holding the rope of a massive boat wedged between two scarred rocks, each as large as the boat itself.
I eased in, fear stealing into my lungs as we shoved off. The next wave could push us back and smash the boat against the rocks. But the men who handled the oars handled them well and mastered the waves.
What would they do to me if my healing failed? Would they bother to bring me back and demand their crystals? I could too easily see them tossing me overboard, into the rolling sea.
I wanted to tell them I was a fake, that I was sorry my father had taken their payment. But none of them talked, so I too remained silent. I did not want to make them angry, these people who stole others’ lives to sell.
My heart beat a hurried rhythm at the unfamiliarity of the boat ride. I squeezed my eyes shut against the fury of the sea. My mother had always forbidden me from taking to the water, a habit I had kept even after her death. The boat tossed, and I grabbed its side, trying to pretend I stood atop a numaba tree, the branches swaying under me in the wind.
A welcome calm spread through my limbs at the fantasy, until the waves sprayed water in my face. I told myself I stood atop the numaba tree, and the rain began to fall. But my mind no longer believed the tale.
After an endless time, the traders shouted, and I opened my eyes. We had reached the dark vessel, the side covered with scars, the wood smelling moldy and sad, as if the sadness of the slaves had poured out into the ship.
I looked at the traders and wondered if anyone sailing on such a ship could ever be anything but unhappy, but their faces were closed and hard as a naga shell, so I could not tell which way they felt.
I climbed the rope ladder second after the leader, the rest coming up behind me. I did not mind the short climb, the ship not nearly as tall as the trees on our hillside. But I did mind when the wind snatched my veil. The length of fabric, like a dead bird falling from the sky, tossed on the waves but for a moment before it disappeared under the churning water.
The man behind me did not give me time to worry about the loss, he growled at me to hurry.
The deck stood deserted, the boards weather-beaten, the black sails frayed. Worn ropes tied down a pile of firewood to my left, two wooden buckets secured to the pile with twine. A handful of barrels were tied to the ship’s railing on my other side.
The men shoved me down into the belly of the ship that swallowed me like a large fish that had not eaten for many days. I shivered even as my forehead beaded with sweat from the hot, stale air. I opened my mouth to ask how many were sick, but a rough hand in the middle of my back shoved me forward into a dark cabin. The door closed with a loud thud behind me.
“I will need a lamp,” I called through the door. “Or a torch.”
Nobody answered.
I turned back to the darkness and lowered my voice. “Is anyone here? Anyone sick?”
No response came, nor could I hear anyone breathing in there with me. I moved forward until I bumped into the wall, then laid my hands on a roughly-hewn wood plank and followed it.
When I reached the door, I pushed against it to no avail. I felt around for some furniture but found none. I was in an empty cabin somewhere in the middle of the ship. With nothing else to do, I sat down and waited for them to bring my patient to me.
Instead, I heard the scrape of the anchor being pulled up. Voices rang out on deck. Sails snapped somewhere above me. My heart shuddered when I finally realized there would be no sick coming.
I, Tera, daughter of Chalee, Tika Shahala, had been sold by my own father to be a slave.
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Another Saturday already!

I actually managed some writing this week!

Got a little bit of A Dragon’s Treasure done and started a bit of a new manuscript. I’ll see if it goes anywhere. Sometimes I’ll write a bit and table it for the future. Or it will end up in another story all together as I find it fits there.

I have a huge folder like that, lol.

Here’s a bit of A Dragon’s Treasure. Mind you, it is unedited! At least by anyone other than me.

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His dragon wanted her, desired her and was demanding he keep her safe. He knew she would be if she became his.

“Mate me.” A moan was his only reply. His chest swelled at the glow on her body, the satiated look on her face. “Mate me.”

“I can’t, not yet.” Coldness spread from his heart. He withdrew, sliding out of her warmth and the truck. He stood, staring at her. Kai needed to understand why.

“Why not?” A sigh was his answer as Connie sat up, pulling her bra and top down with a curse as she struggled to pull it over her breasts. Kai eyed her, enjoying the pink tipped treats as they disappeared from view.

“I just can’t. I’m waiting.”

“Waiting for what? You are my mate. Why should we wait?” Connie’s nostrils flared as she listened to him. Kai knew the impatience he felt was evident in his voice just by the look on her face.

“Move. Out of my way.” Connie was scrambling to get her bottoms on as she slid across the seat. “I don’t have to explain myself. You don’t own me.” She pushed him aside, grabbing her pants and sliding them on. “When I’m ready I’ll let you know. With that attitude, it will be a good long while.” She snapped her pants, adjusting them around her tiny waist. Even that sounded pissed.

Kai ground his teeth and let her go. He wasn’t sure exactly why she was in a snit. Connie had been a bit secretive lately but that could have something to do with the wedding they were planning. He truly wasn’t pushing as hard as he could be. Kai could just take her and make her his mate without her permission but he didn’t want to be in her bad graces. Kai was pretty sure that would not be a very good idea.

He’d have to let her come to him. Dragon’s just were not patient, especially fire dragons like him. Their passions ran as hot as the flames that ran through them. If he changed her and she was pissed, he wasn’t sure that he would want to face her.

His eyes followed her to the house. Despite everything, Kai could feel the danger closing in. If he didn’t change her before the danger arrived and she was injured or killed, he would never forgive himself. But he couldn’t force the mating on her, Connie had to submit of her own free will.

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Connie knew she was being unreasonable as her feet hit the steps of the porch with loud stomps. Kai wasn’t asking anything that she wasn’t asking herself. She needed to sit down and talk with him. He just overwhelmed her sometimes.

“Connie, you got mail.” Ellen sounded excited as she handed it to her. Connie looked at the address. It was from UW. Taking a deep breath, Connie opened it and started reading. She looked up at Ellen. “Well? What did it say?”

“Ellen.” Connie looked at her, trying to stay calm. Hell with it she thought. “I got in!” She ran toward Ellen and started jumping up and down as they hugged and laughed. “I got in! Oh, my God! I can’t believe it!”

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I hope you like it! It is coming closer to the end. Then an editor. I just have to have the time! I have a drywaller coming this week to finish up the bedroom I’m working on. Then next week I’ll be able to paint and start moving in. That will entail going through 23 years of junk from my bedroom. *whine* Not to mention the leftovers from my kids in their rooms!

Well, I’m off to babysit the adorable granddaughter! Have a good Saturday! If you’re looking for something to read, check out my author page at Amazon!

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Now Available!

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The apocalypse has come and gone.
Those who survived learned to adapt.
Dragons awaken to once again reign over the skies.

Upon eruption of a volcano, Ari awakens to a changed world, and a knowing that his dragon’s mate is near. He saves her twice—once as a dragon, and again as a man—and wins her confidence.

Hope cried out, moaning, “just change me with pleasure?”

Hope is restless and unfulfilled until she meets Ari, the man of her fantasies. The sensual tension between them heightens with every touch. When their passion explodes, Hope gets pulled into the dragon’s mating ritual…and into a world of erotic sensation she never dreamed existed but now cannot live without. The dragon binds his mate to him with a ritual that shows Hope her true nature in this humorous erotic romance.

 

Excerpt:

Ari pulled Hope against him.

Hope gasped at the feel of his body against hers.

He ran a hand down, from her hips to her bottom, sliding a hand over her curves. His large hand cupped her cheek and his fingers slid, touching her heat. His calloused fingers were right there, coated with the moisture he drew from her.

Hope cried out while Ari teased her with the tip of his finger.

“Oh.” Hope moaned. “You shouldn’t. You should stop.”

Hope drowned in the sensation. She tilted her hips, unconsciously asking for more.

Ari slid a finger in, stroking her softly. The glide of his finger, rough and calloused, called more moisture from her. Her pussy tightened on his finger, swollen and slick. Her womb clenching in desire. Hope’s nipples tightened into hard buds, but all her concentration was on the sensation Ari drew from her.

Ari shifted, positioning Hope against his shaft, rubbing against the bundle of nerves she didn’t know she had. She strained toward him, moisture coating his shaft from her cunt. His finger seated inside her sent her spiraling.

Hope cried out, the sensations bursting inside of her.

“Oh!” Her head fell against his chest.

Ari slowly withdrew his hand from her body.

Hope shuddered. “What did you do to me?”

Ari held her tight; his turgid erection throbbed against her.

Hope wrapped her arms around his waist, content to stand in his arms feeling bewildered yet sated.

“Are you okay?” Ari whispered above her.

Hope nodded her head. Ari was warm against her, contrasting with the cold of the water. Shifting, Hope realized her leg was beginning to throb. “My leg is starting to hurt. I think I need to sit down.”

Ari swung Hope up into his arms and strode out of the water. They neared the fire only to see Crag lying to one side, a snore rising from him.

“I forgot about your brother. You don’t think he saw, do you?” Hope buried her head in Ari’s neck. “You can’t do that again.”

Ari’s arms tightened around her.

“Ari, when are you going to take me home?”

Ari settled down on top of a rock, still holding Hope. “Not tonight.” He attempted to pull Hope’s shirt off.

Hope fought to keep it on.

He frowned. “It’s wet. You can’t sleep in it.”

“I can’t sleep naked next to you.” She glanced at Crag. “Not with the two of you here.”

“Well, you can’t sleep with it wet either.” They were playing tug of war with her shirt, but Hope was determined to keep it on. “Fine, how about I let you wear my shirt. Will that work?”

“Yes.”

“Rest here, let me go get it.”

Hope stood gingerly, resting her weight against the rock. She watched Ari reach in his rucksack and pull out a shirt. Her insides tightened. He was a magnificent sight, thick hard muscles, round butt. There wasn’t anything Hope didn’t admire about his body. Warmth pooled low in her abdomen and moisture gathered between her legs while she watched him. His balls hung low and heavy between his legs, just a glimpse when he leaned over. She’d heard her sisters talk, but hadn’t had any interest in men until Ari.

He stood up and turned around smiling at her.

Hope whimpered.

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Rise of the Dragons

The apocalypse has come.

Dragons awaken to once again reign over the skies.

Dax and Jasima explore and try to save what they can of mankind.

Their children’s future depends on it.

 

 

 

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