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Friday, 23 February 2018

New Release - Remus [Watchdogs 2] by Gale Stanley #mm #shifters #PNR

Remus
[Watchdogs 2]
by 
Gale Stanley

Cover art: Bryan Keller
BIN: 08356-02699
Genres: Gay, Werewolves, Shapeshifters, Paranormal, Action Adventure & Suspense, New Releases, Romance
Length: Novella
Page Count: 42


Ray has always been a little wild in bed but can Jared handle his animal tendencies?

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Ex-hitman, Ray Miller got immunity in exchange for testifying against Sarge, his former handler. Grateful for the second chance, Ray and his lover, Jared open their own P.I. agency and call it Watchdogs. But their happily ever after doesn’t last long.

Jared is having nightmares that seem all too real, and someone is stalking him. Ray suspects Sarge wants revenge, but he soon discovers a more dangerous foe is after them. How can he protect himself and Jared, when their enemy is a wolf?

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TEASER

Jared huddled under the covers until the smell of coffee drew him out of bed. First stop, the bathroom. He glanced in the mirror, and did a double take. What the fuck! Gripping the small sink, he leaned in for a closer look. Teeth marks.

Suddenly, a naked Ray appeared behind him, and strong muscular arms circled Jared. “Do you want coffee or a blowjob?” Ray stroked Jared’s flaccid penis back to life.

Jared melted back against him. “I want to get fucked.” Then he remembered. “You bit me.”

Ray inspected his handiwork. “So? You know you like it rough. You were so fucking hot, you didn’t even feel it.”

“You broke the skin.”

“Don’t be a wuss. I had my rabies shot.”

“Very funny.”

Ray kissed the mark. “It’s a love bite. Means you’re mine. Forever.”

Jared sighed. “I don’t need a mark to remind me. I love you.”

“Love you, too. Come back to bed and I’ll prove it.”

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Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.

Some things never change.

Thursday, 22 February 2018

Blog Tour + #Giveaway - Driving Whiskey Wild - by Melissa Foster #MilitaryRomance


Synopsis

A captivating new sexy standalone romance by New York Times bestselling author Melissa Foster.

Special Forces veteran and Dark Knights Motorcycle Club member Bullet Whiskey lives to protect his family, their bar, and the residents of his small hometown. He’s rough, unapologetic, and haunted by a secret, painful past. He’s also a master at keeping people away, and when his sister hires gorgeous and sweet Finlay Wilson to help expand their biker bar, he knows just how to get rid of her.

After losing her boyfriend and her father, Finlay moves back to her hometown to be closer to the little family she has left. She needs her temporary job at Whiskey Bro’s to get her catering business off the ground, and she’s determined not to let the gruff, arrogant mountain of a man Bullet Whiskey scare her off.

Finlay is everything Bullet has never wanted. She’s afraid of his dog, afraid of motorcycles, and sweet enough to give him cavities, but as she weaves her way into the hearts of everyone around him, he’s powerless to resist her charms. Passion ignites, but trust doesn’t come easily, and when their pasts collide, Bullet finds out the true meaning of protecting those he loves.


Other WHISKEY Books: 
TRU BLUE (Truman Gritt)
TRULY, MADLY, WHISKEY (Bear Whiskey)
WICKED WHISKEY LOVE (Bones Whiskey)
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Melissa Foster is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance and new adult romance with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Melissa's emotional journeys are lovingly erotic and always family oriented--perfect beach reads for contemporary romance lovers who enjoy reading about loyal heroes and smart, sassy heroines with complex and relatable issues.


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“Don’t fuck this up, Bullet, or I swear I’ll make your life a living hell. She’s agreed to work with us for a month, and we need her if we’re going to pull this off. She knows about menus, hiring kitchen staff, and health regulations.”

“She doesn’t belong in a place like this, Dix. She’s not like us.” Finlay looked like a frigging angel with her silky blond hair and innocent blue eyes. It was that innocence that had flipped some switch inside Bullet and made him want tosin her up and protect her at the same time. Fucking Finlay Wilson. The wedding was four weeks ago, and he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her since. If she wasn’t starring in his X-rated fantasies, she was flitting about town in those frilly dresses she wore, spreading smiles like fairy dust.

“You didn’t seem to mind that when you hit on her at the wedding.” She arched a brow. “Or did you think I didn’t notice the way you were watching her every move when Bear and Crystal also decided to tie the knot? Sidling up to her every chance you got during the reception, like a puppy chasing a treat?”

Bullet scoffed. He’d been looking at her long before Crystal and Bear’s impromptu proposal and subsequent wedding the day Tru and Gemma got married. “She’s a hot chick. So what? I didn’t want to marry her—just have a little fun.”

“Then you shouldn’t mind seeing her in here for a few hours a day while we pull things together.”

“It’s a mistake, Dixie.” He moved around the bar and stood beside her. “A pretty little thing like her is just asking for trouble in a place like this. Why are you so hung up on hiring Finlay anyway? Did you even check with our club members to see if anyone needed a job?”

“You know, sometimes I forget that you have so much Dad in you, it’s like beating my head against a brick wall.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“That you’re as hesitant to hire outside the family as he is. That you think if someone’s not in the club or one of us, they can’t do shit.”

“Jed’s working here, isn’t he?”

Bear had recently given up bartending and was now designing motorcycles for the elite Silver-Stone Cycles. For the first time in the history of the bar, they’d been forced to hire outside the family and outside their motorcycle club, the Dark Knights, which was as solid as family. Although Jed Moon, who was not only their new part-time bartender but also worked as an auto mechanic for the shop, was Bear’s new brother-in-law. So technically, he was family. Finlay Wilson was not. Finlay Wilson was trouble waiting to happen.

“Give me a break.” He shook his head. “We always hire family first.”

“Yeah? Well, which of our club members do you think knows how to run a restaurant? Gutter, the home repair expert? Or maybe one of the Bando brothers, who pour concrete for a living? Do you realize Finlay went to one of the best culinary schools in Boston? She’s worked in a restaurant, and she’s run her own catering company for years, and soon she’ll be opening a catering company right here in town.”

He didn’t give a rat’s ass about her credentials. If anything, she was overqualified. But the thought of her flouncing around the bar with a bunch of horny, drunk guys going after her made Bullet’s blood boil. The fact that she was not his to worry about did not escape him. “We’re offering sandwiches and fries, not gourmet meals.”

“Which makes her the perfect person for this job. She knows how to keep costs down, and she’s from Peaceful Harbor. She’s putting down roots here, which means she’ll want to see the business do well—so it doesn’t reflect poorly on her. What do you have against Finlay, anyway?”

Against her? Nothing.” Though he’d like to be buried deep inside her. “But she’ll get eaten alive in a place like this and she’ll go cowering out the door. Then we’ll be left trying to figure shit out anyway. Besides—”

The creak of the front door opening drew their attention. Bullet looked over his shoulder, meeting the innocent blue eyes of the angel peeking in at them.

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Melissa writes sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance, new adult romance and women's fiction with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Readers adore Melissa's fun, flirty, and sinfully sexy, award-winning big-family romance collection, LOVE IN BLOOM featuring the Snow Sisters, Bradens, Remingtons, Ryders, Seaside Summer, Harborside Nights, Wild Boys and Bad Boys After Dark, and the Montgomerys. Melissa's emotional journeys are lovingly erotic and always family oriented-- perfect beach reads for contemporary romance lovers who enjoy reading about loyal, wealthy heroes and smart, sassy heroines with complex and relatable issues.

Melissa also writes sweet and clean romance under the pen name Addison Cole.

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Wednesday, 21 February 2018

New from Lynn Burke - Zero Tolerance [Elite Escorts 4] #BDSM #erotic #RomanticSuspense

NOW AVAILABLE - Book #4 in the Elite Escorts series by Lynn Burke!


Zero Tolerance
Elite Escorts #4

by Lynn Burke
Art Work: Jay Aheer, Simply Defined Art
Erotic, Romance, Contemporary, BDSM, Suspense

*Warning: BDSM, anal sex, anal toys

As the owner of Elite Escorts, Micah Fox’s material needs are met, but money isn’t everything. Watching his friends all settle down makes him realize he needs a woman of his own. The one thrust into his life, however, is unable to tolerate physical contact. Not exactly the ideal submissive he can dominate. Can he truly be happy without kink in his life?

Faced with her new boss, Jasmine Swift experiences a hunger to touch—and be touched—for the first time in twelve years. Psychological baggage from her childhood has always hindered any hope of a normal relationship, let alone one with a man as dominant as Micah. Passion flares to life between them, however, and Jasmine blossoms under Micah’s touch.

When her past returns to haunt her present, it threatens everything. Love and peace can be found in true submission if only Jasmine can trust her Sir.

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Tense silence zapped between us, but she didn’t lower her head like usual when she seemed uncomfortable. Her pale-green eyes peered at me with a hint of question. Insecurity. But the pupils dominated, and the pulse jumped in her neck.

“Have you dreamed about me touching you?” I heard myself ask.

So much for inappropriate.

“Yes,” she whispered.

I wouldn’t touch her, but I wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to enjoy every fucking inappropriate bit of information I could get passed her lips. “How?”

“You mean how do you touch me in my dreams?” Her low, husky voice rushed the blood to my cock, but I didn’t bother trying to hide the fact she turned me on.

I nodded.

“Gently.” She swallowed, but held my gaze. “With your fingertips until I grow accustomed to your touch.”

“Where do I touch you?” My voice sounded strangled in my ears.

“Here.” She lifted her hand and glanced at her palm.

“Where else? Put your wine down and show me.” I relaxed back into the chair, legs spread, giving her an eyeful of the hard ridge lining my jeans.

Her attention drifted down between my legs, her lips parting on a sharp inhale as her trembling hand set the wine glass on the table beside her. When she sat back, she uncrossed her legs, but kept her thighs together, the darkness beneath the skirt beckoning to me. “H-here.” She trailed her fingers up her arm, over her collarbone where she lingered. Up her neck. Over her lips.

I groaned. “Where else do I touch you?”

She swallowed, gaze still on my cock, and ran her hand back down her neck and over the swell of her breasts.

“Show me.” My Dom voice took over, and she followed the command without hesitation, slipping her hand up inside her tank top.

Lower lip between her teeth, she squirmed on the couch, same as when I’d caught her drooling over sex toys online.

“Is my touch still gentle?” I asked, my attention glued to the hand moving beneath her shirt, hiding one of the hard nipples pressing against the cotton.

“N-not so much.” Her needy tone brought another groan to my lips.

“What else do I do in your dreams?”

Face red, she closed her eyes. “You suck on my breasts. Bite my nipples.”

“And do you like it?”

“Yes,” she gasped and clenched her legs together.

Fucking heaven, I mused, watching her touch her breasts. I’d never wanted a woman so much in my fucking life. “Are you turned on right now?”

She swallowed and nodded.

“Where else do I touch you, Jasmine?”

“D-down there.”

Fuck, yes. “Lift your skirt and show me.” Every tense muscle in my body ached to move, but I held myself still. Waiting.

She didn’t even hesitate, but shimmied the skirt up to her hips.

Pink, fucking panties.

With one finger, she skimmed down the lace covering her pussy from me.

“Goddamn,” I groaned, my own fingers digging into my knees.

She slid her fingertip beneath the edge of her panties and rubbed up over her clit, a gasp parting her lips and tipping her head back.

I found myself stroking my cock through my jeans. “Do I make you come in your dreams, Jasmine?” 


“Yes,” she whispered, eyes still clenched shut.

“Show me how.”

With one hand, she pulled her panties to the side. Pink lips glistened beneath a thatch of blonde curls.

Drooling, I stroked myself and stared as she pressed two fingers of her right hand into her pussy.

She moaned, slowly fucking herself with her fingers, hips grinding her against her hand.

“I want to watch you come, Jasmine,” I murmured, lifting my attention to her face as little noises flew past her parted lips. “Open your eyes and look at me.”

Panting, she did as told, hazed, pale-green eyes peering my way. A sharp inhale lifted her chest, and her back bowed off my couch. “O-oh!” Her breath caught again, and she shuddered, crying out. I squeezed my cock to keep from blowing my load in my jeans, my blood rushing and ears ringing as she slowly settled, her breaths slowing. “If you ever decide you want me to touch you for real,” I murmured, “you only need to ask.”



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Monday, 19 February 2018

NEW from Holly J. Gill - Italians Do It Better #erotic #romance

Italians Do It Better, the newest standalone from the Italian series by Holly J. Gill is LIVE!




When you taste something forbidden, and all that your heart wants is unattainable. How does the heart handle the pain?

I’m charming, sexy and being the lover of a powerful woman is like taking candy from a child. My life is perfect—I get all the release a man could ever dream about.

I’m happy.

Until she walks into my life.

A woman I have never laid eyes on. I want her and I won’t stop until she’s putty in my hands. She’s my addiction.

Only, little did I know that this addiction would consume me. I never expected the impact she would have on my heart, and now I’m drowning.

I’m trapped in a world I want to leave but can’t.

How will I survive when my heart wants what it can’t have?


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“Morning darling.” I startled as Peggy placed her hands on my shoulders, squeezing before she landed a kiss on my forehead.

“Morning.”

“Where’s your friend?” She walked over to the coffee machine and started fiddling with the pods.

“She left first thing.”

“I trust she enjoyed her visit?” She grabbed the mug and took a sip. “Sorry I didn’t introduce myself, but I ended up working most of the night.”

“She did,” I said as Peggy sat down on the stool at the breakfast bar.

“Good, she certainly appeared to like Luca.” She hitched her eyebrows as her overly sweet smile slipped just a tad before she glued it back in place, “And I can understand why, what’s not to like?”

I grinned in her direction purposefully avoiding eye contact with her, not wanting to pass comment. I could feel my cheeks heat as images of his gob-smacking body assaulted me. I stared into my tea, hoping that she couldn’t see my face—I was certain that my thoughts were stamped all over it.

“I’ve got a function in London today, which means that I’ll unfortunately be staying in town. Luca’s not quite himself, must be some bug or something.” She slipped off the bar stool as she downed the last bit of her coffee. “I don’t know whether he’ll be about much, but if he shows his face maybe you can entertain yourselves. Watch a movie or something…”

“Are you sure he’s okay?”

“I’m sure it’s just a headache that’s making him feel queasy. He’ll be fine. I think I’ve just worn him out and you know what men are like…dying swans with anything.” She shrugged as she deposited her mug in the sink, turning to leave. “Regardless, I’m sure he’d love the company.”

I followed her out of the kitchen to the front door. One of the staff already had the boot of her waiting car open and was loading her suitcase and some other random looking cases into it.

My skin tingled as I heard the shuffling behind me. Luca stood beside me looking rather pale, he looked drained and stressed. I wanted to reach out and hold his hand. I wanted to wrap my arm around him and tell him that I didn’t care about anything except him. My heart dropped as he took a step away from me, his body tensed as Peggy walked back up the steps to the front door.

“I am trusting you both to behave. I don’t want anyone here whilst I’m gone,” she said, pointing her finger at me. “Including that friend of yours!”

I laughed. She kissed me on the cheek and then turned her attention to Luca. “Go and shake this headache off. I need you fit for tomorrow,” she grabbed his groin and squeezed. He blanched, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

“Of course.” He murmured as she went up on the tips of her toes and kissed the corner of his mouth. His fisted hand coming around her but not touching her or pulling her closer.

“You’d do well to remember what I told you yesterday.” She flicked her tongue over his lips. He took a deep breath and opened up for her and she dove right in like some predator ready to pick on her prey.

I tried not to watch, the sounds were enough to make me gag. She released him after a few moments and a one-sided whispered conversation that had him flinching, and finally made her way to the car.

I watched Luca as he stood watching her car disappear down the drive. He took a deep breath, his eyes glistening.

“Fancy a dunk in the pool?”

“I can’t. I’m not—”

“What’s going on Luca?” I reached over and wrapped my hand over his wrist.

“Nothing.” He pulled his arm from me, his jaw clenching as he turned back into the house. “Headache.”

“Talk to me, please?” I touched his shoulder as he started shuffling back down the hall.

“Not now!” He shook my hand off and carried on walking away from me, not once looking my way. “Please? Okay Emma?”

I closed the door and slammed my back into it. I wanted to run after him and make him feel good. I wanted to make him forget everything that was bringing him down and stressing him. I’d never seen him like that. He was always so happy and chilled. I felt like I was missing something and after yesterday, after seeing him outside the office and hearing the way Peggy had ordered him in like he was about to be chastised.

I headed to my room. I was determined to show him a good time without the worry of Peggy showing up. I stripped off my clothes and put on a skimpy black bikini. I fixed the small lace triangles so that they just about covered my nipples, the thin straps caging the plump flesh like a harness. It made me think of the way his body had looked wrapped in the leather straps. My pussy clenched and ached just at the thought. My nipples hardened. I was breathless, and I could feel the heat radiate from my libidinous core to my tingling skin.

I wrapped the thin black lace cover up around me tying it around my waist and made my way downstairs. As I got to the bottom of the stairs a smile formed on my face. My heart swelled as I saw Luca already in the pool. His long arms rotating in and out of the water as he swam his lengths, looking hot and devilish. He stopped halfway through a length as though he could feel me watching him. His eyes squinting in the direction of the house. I took long, bouncy strides to the glass doors, I stopped and smiled at him.

“Are you coming in?” He made his way to the side of the pool. His toned and muscled torso rippling as he walked through the water. He was a vision. A god.

I approached the water’s edge. “I thought you had a headache.”

He dove under the surface, his limbs gliding through the water as he swam toward me. As he reached the edge of the pool he lifted his head out the water, his hair sweeping back as droplets made his stubble glisten, emphasising his chiselled jaw.

“Not anymore.” His eyes met mine and a beautiful smile lit his face.

I stood there for a moment taking stock, etching every sinewy line and ripple into my memory. I lifted my gaze back to his as I untied the lacy cover-up. In slow motion I opened it a little more, revealing my body to him. He took a step back into the water, his breath audibly hitching as his big hungry eyes devoured me. I straightened my arms beside me allowing the soft fabric to slip down my body into a puddle at my feet. My skin puckered with the cool breeze. He licked his lips and quirked a brow.

“Lascia que ti scaldi, bellissima.”

I had no idea what he’d said but either way, I guessed it was hot and sexy. I sat on the pool edge before gently lowering myself in. The warm water wrapped around me and I sighed as his arms followed suit. The front of his body moulded to the back of mine. I let my head fall back into his shoulder as he tightened his arms around me. He ran one of his hands up my body, gliding it over every wet curve. I waited for him to grope my breasts, but his hand just kept going until he cupped my jaw. He tilted his face to mine, his eyes roaming over my face. My heart sped up as he breathed me in. He groaned and I’m not sure why, but this felt different. It felt like more, like I was more to him. I felt hot tears prickle the back of my eyes, my body shuddered as his lips ran up my jaw to my ear in one flaming kiss. I turned in his arms facing him as his lips murmured over mine. “Cara mia.”

He moved us slowly into the centre of the pool. The water feeling warmer the deeper we went, or maybe it was just him wrapped around me. I wasn’t sure whether it was him or the water, but in that moment, I felt like the most important thing in the world. I’d never felt like that in my entire life. I’d never felt like the centre of anyone’s universe. I sighed into his mouth as my fingers curled into his hair. He tugged my long dark strands so that my face lifted right into his. I thought he’d kiss me, but he just caressed my face.

I dropped my head back into the water as one of his hands travelled down my neck to my breasts. He hooked his hand under one of my boobs and held me afloat on the surface of the water. His eyes just ran up and down my face and my exposed skin.

“Sei la cosa più bella di tutta la mia vita, la cosa più bella che mi potesse mai capitare.”

“I don’t know what you just said, but I want to hear it again.” My nipples hardened as his thumb ran up and down the side of my breast.

“Tu sei il mio tutto, Emma,” I swallowed as his hands went to my waist bringing my body back to his. He kissed the sensitive skin just behind my ear before whispering, “Everything.”

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, my legs wrapped around his waist as our chests rubbed. I felt his erection trapped between us. My sex clenched, begging for the merge of our bodies.

He cupped my jaw with both of his hands, his gaze eating into mine “Sei così più bella.”

He brought his face to mine, his lips skimming mine. My tongue licking his lips as I ran it over my bottom one. He gasped before desperately ravaging my mouth. His hands dropped from my jaw to my arse where his fingers dug into my skin like he was trying get right under it. He tugged me impossibly closer to him, his hold on me deliciously painful.

Luca lifted me up on to the side. I had no idea how we’d got there, all I knew was that as my legs dangled into the water, his fingers worked by bottoms off. He ran his mouth up my thighs sucking and nipping at my flesh.

“I need to taste you.” He kissed the smooth skin between my sex and my belly button. His eyes met mine as I caressed the side of his face with my finger and then my thumb.

His hands brushed up the outside of my thighs before he cupped my arse cheeks tilting my sex toward him. Then without hesitation he lapped and sucked at my pussy. He ran a finger up and down my moist slit. His tongue teased and tasted every morsel of me. I tangled my fingers in his hair holding him tighter to me, my head fell back as I relished the feel of his tongue and the vibration of his moans.

He smiled up at me before kissing my clit. His thumbs running up my folds as his tongue licked down to my entrance and back up to my bundle of nerves. I shuddered as he pressed a finger inside, curling it as he massaged my front wall. My elbows giving out from under me as my thighs clamped around his head. I moaned, and he withdrew one finger and pushed back in with two. His third finger massaging the skin between my opening and arsehole, as his tongue circled my clit.

I grabbed my breasts pushing them together and kneading the sides, I was so turned on I could barely breathe. He removed his fingers from my channel and ran his tongue all the way down to my perineum, massaging the sensitive skin in wet, warm circles. He pulled my thighs farther apart and nipped the skin on the inside of my thighs.

“Luca,” I cried out wanting his attention back on my pussy.

“Yes?” He smiled up at me as he ran his nails up the back of my thighs.

“Don’t stop,” I breathed out, “Please.”

He chuckled before blowing on my exposed sex. He ran two fingers through my folds before pushing them into my mouth as he lowered his face back to my pussy. I sucked on his fingers as he did my clit. Sucking harder and harder as the pleasure built up inside me. I was so close…teetering on the precipice.

The ache inside me grew with every second, my core contracted, begging to be filled. He sucked my nub into his mouth and released it with a pop before his tongue filled my pussy. He lapped at my sex, his groans growing with mine.

He withdrew his fingers from my mouth, his hand gently cupping my neck as his other hand worked its way up my thigh. His lips kissed up my body to my neck where he gently bit down as his fingers thrust deep inside me.

“Fuck!” I cried out as my body clenched and spasmed around his fingers. I collapsed into him as he stroked my hair, cradling me to him. He wrapped his arms around me kissing the top of my head as I came back down.

****

Luca pushed out of the water, sitting on the edge before he helped me to my feet. He grabbed a towel from the lounger and draped it over my shoulders. I wasn’t sure why he did it. If it was to cover my modesty, it was a little late after what he’d just done to me in the pool.

He pulled me to him again wrapping his arms around me, “You’re cold.”

“Am I?” Was I? If I was I couldn’t actually feel it.

He smiled down at me. “Non ti lascerò mai.” He kissed the top of my head again, “Non lasciarmi andare mai, ti prego.”

“That sounds sad.” I looked up at him, his eyes shone into mine. “I may not understand what you said, but I can feel your melancholy.”

“Melancholy?”

“I can feel you’re sad.” I ran my hand down the side of his face as I looked up at him. “What happened yesterday?”

“I don’t—” He took a deep breath, “Is it important right now?”

He picked me up in his arms as he buried his face between my tits. He sucked and nipped at them. Nibbling the skin at the edges of my bikini top. His covered erection jabbed at my sex as he walked us over to the summer house.

“No, not right now.” I laughed as he blew a raspberry on one of my boobs.

He kissed my jaw as he slid me down his body to my feet.

“You like that?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me.

“It’s safe to say that I really like everything you do to me.” My voice broke as I saw the bed.

The very bed where Peggy had him.

“Luca.” I hiccupped as my stomach dropped, my head shaking.

“It’s clean.” He cradled my head in his hands and kissed the tip of my nose.

I wrapped my hands around his wrists, “I…I can’t.”

“Please.” He sighed, “I want to see you everywhere I look when…when—”

When I leave.




Holly J Gill is an author of Contemporary Erotic Romance, the hotter the better. Holly lives in England in a town called Grimsby with her husband Nigel with whom she shares three children and now twins grandchildren.

Holly has always enjoyed writing since she was a young girl, allowing her imagination to run free. She has a love for cars as well as loving to drive up and down the depths of the UK. She has taken many holidays abroad and her recent trip to the Dominican Republic left her wanting to go back in a heartbeat. Her friends describe her as crazy and naughty minded, even if she tries to pass off as a good girl. If she isn’t smiling, people know there is something wrong.

Holly is a great believer in living for the moment. Her moto is to live for today as you only get one shot at life, there is no rehearsal. When she isn’t writing she’s reading, spending time with her family, friends, or exploring the world, she enjoys music of all genres (depending on what scene she is creating). She likes to go camping with her husband to a certain campsite near York where no one under 18’s are allowed and it is here she spends endless hours writing, reading and enjoying the peace and quiet.



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Saturday, 17 February 2018

The Lustful Possession series is back and still bending all the romance rules!

The Lustful Possession Series is back and better than ever, with the re-release of the first two books in this haunting collection of short erotic paranormal stories Meet Me in the Dark and Dark Foursome.

This series is a bit different in that it incorporates several different genres, couplings and characters throughout from contemporary to historical time-travel and back again, along with m/f and m/m relationships in the same series — breaking all the romance rules.
 😉 Well a good many of 'em anyway.

There are seven shorts in all. We hope you'll join us for the ride... one more time

Meet Me in the Dark

There’s nothing in the dark that isn’t there in the light…


Crishtin Davenport thought she was attending a simple Halloween event—a good scare to get the blood pumping. But instead she finds her pulse racing over one of the event’s organizers.

Josh Hewes loves nothing more than investigating paranormal activity, but after meeting Crishtin, the only thing he wants to explore is her.

However, getting to know one another takes an unexpected turn when some randy spirits get in on the act. Crish and Josh are inexplicably drawn into a heady web of desire and want nothing more than to possess each other. But they’re not the only ones.


Be careful what you invite in to play…

This series is a re-release 

Warning: This collection of short stories contains m/f and m/m couplings and cliffhangers. Installments must be read in order.

Enjoy a +18 excerpt:

Slowly, Crish came to the realization that Shelley’s spirit was no longer with her and now she hung in aching suspended need, right on the verge of climax with a ghost—a man long dead, balls deep inside her. 

“Crishtin?” he panted, stilling. He sounded confused. 

“Oh, god, Miles, don’t stop.” Crish couldn’t believe what she was asking, but the sensations he’d stoked in her were burning her alive. “Please!” she begged, working her own hips, encouraging him. 

“You feel so good, Crishtin. I love your naked pussy. Skin against skin. Ahhh, I’ve never experienced anything so exquisite. I thought Shelley had shown me everything a man could possibly ever dream of. But this is beyond...” 

His sentence was cut short when Crish pulled him down and planted her lips on his, shutting him up. She didn’t want to hear what he thought. She didn’t want to think at all. This whole experience was bizarre, and the only thing on her mind was mind-blowing bliss.


Part 2 - Dark Foursome

A foursome takes on a whole new aspect when a fledgling couple comes face to face with the two randy spirits taking over their lives. 


 Who says the more the merrier? 

 Is it possible for the human body to recover from supernatural possession?

 That’s the question Josh Hewes and Crishtin Davenport grapple with daily as they attempt to rid themselves of two long-dead souls who have taken up semi-permanent residence in their hosts, using their corporeal bodies at whim to carry out their sexual pleasures.

 But when Josh jets off to Ireland for a paranormal investigation in one of the most haunted places in Europe, he soon discovers mixing spiritual possession with a malevolently haunted castle can carry grave consequences.

This series is a re-release 

Warning: This collection of short stories contains m/f and m/m couplings and cliffhangers. Installments must be read in order.


Enjoy a +18 excerpt:

All of a sudden, Josh’s nostrils flared, and he pushed her back into the apartment, slamming the door with his foot. 

The next thing Crish knew, she was plastered to the opposite side of it, with Josh nibbling on her neck. 

Just as it had happened at the Allen house, one minute she was about to give him a piece of her mind, and the next, she was nothing more than his willing slave. 

“The things I am going to do to you, my sweet Crishtin,” Josh said, running his tongue up her neck, then nipping at her jaw. It sent goose bumps over her entire body.

He found her lips and treated her to a sweltering kiss. She knew by the fervent full-on assault it was not Josh, but Miles who was piloting this passionate farewell.

“Don’t you think you should give this one to Josh, Miles? He’s the one going away,” Crish suggested between kisses. She wasn’t about to deny herself the pleasure of necking with Miles, despite the guilt that hit her. Dear God, the dead man can kiss.

“To hell with him, he’s the one taking me away from you and Shell for an extended period, and it was also his absurd decision about this intolerable abstinence for the last week.”

“He did? Why?”

“He thinks he can protect you…from me, if he stays away from you.”

“Wait, stop.” Crish grabbed Josh’s chin to stop Miles from kissing her. She couldn’t think when he was overwhelming her with his delicious lips. 

He paused, but returned her stare with unfocused desire in his eyes.
“Do I need protection from you, Miles?”

“No, my love, I would never hurt you.”

“But you’re hurting Shelley by wanting to be with me…more than you want to be with her.”

He smirked. “Is that what you think?”

She waited.

“Open up your mind, sweet-baby. Or better yet, here, close your eyes.” He placed his hand over her lids. “Now remember what it was like the night that Shell and I were married and you were able to channel her but you were still fully aware.”

Once she’d nodded, he continued. “She’s closing you off so that you don’t know. You think I’m the only one trying to make time with you, baby? Na-huh. She’s been makin’ it with Josh. Using your body. You just don’t remember. Take a deep breath and let your mind expand, get to that place where Shelley is, and you’ll find exactly what she and Josh have been up to.”

Doing as he instructed, Crish focused all her attention and was bombarded by a montage of images of Shelley and Josh in every sexual position imaginable and some she didn’t know were possible.

“Ohhh. Oh, Miles.”

“Mmm, now let’s throw a few images of our own into their awareness, shall we?”

Crish swallowed hard, trying to think. “M…muh, maybe I should stay away from you. If Josh thinks it would be in my best interests to avoid you, then maybe for my own good, I should. He knows you and your motives better than I do.”

Crowding her, he treated her to another deep soul-searing kiss that left her knees weak and trembling. When he released her, he even took a step back, so that she had to balance her own weight. 

The bastard knew damn well the affect he had on her. Looking into his deep brown eyes, she didn’t see Josh at all.

“Now,” Miles said in a condescending tone. “We both know you don’t want to do that. You don’t want to stay away from me.” He smoothed his thumb over her jaw. “I can see the desire in your eyes, Crish.”

With little confidence in her words, she countered, “But how do you know it’s not just because I’m attracted to Josh’s physical appearance? I’m seeing him, not you.”

“How do I know? Your breath is shallow. The pulse at the base of your lovely neck”he leaned in and sucked softly on the tender flesh there, sending a delicious skittering sensation straight to her pussy“is beating erratically. Don’t tell me it’s his good looks you’re attracted to. Admit it to yourself, my sweet-baby.

“You are just as drawn to me. And I know because I am aware of when he takes you.” His eyes darkened and intensified. “And I know that although you enjoy being with him and yes, he can turn you on, we all know you prefer me.”

“We all know?” Her voice squeaked. “You mean, Josh and Shelley too?”

A cocky smirk was the only verification he gave.

“But for right now…” He pulled a scarf down from the hook on the back of the door. “I don’t want you to see him.” He made to tie the scarf around her head. 

She shook her head, uncertain of his intent. 

“I want to make love to you, Crishtin. And maybe physically, it will be him sheathed inside your beautiful body, but I want to be the only man in your mind.” His tone was so seductive and deep, she bent and acquiesced, allowing him to render her sightless.


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The Fall of Cairnnon Castle

Castle Cairnnon—Perhaps not the gate, but the epicenter of hell.


Neve Brádach had always wanted to work with an internationally renowned team of paranormal investigators, so when a U.S. team decides to explore a famous site in her own backyard, Cairnnon Castle, she does everything she can to secure a place on the team.

One of the most haunted places on earth, Cairnnon Castle is home to one of the most malevolent entities ever documented. Bás a thagann, loosely translated it means simply—death comes. When the enthusiastic American troop descends on Neve’s Irish hills, the last thing they expect to do is rile up the evil within. 

But Bás takes an immediate interest in one of the American investigators and holds him prisoner within the castle, sapping his strength and will. As Neve and the others rush to find a solution, before another good man loses his soul to the malicious elemental, she discovers the secret that might send Bás a thagann to its own permanent hell.

As Neve verbalizes the words that should free Cairnnon from its most evil resident, the castle crumbles around her, leaving her broken, dying and trapped in the belly of the beast. 

Neve is left defenseless to fight it and is forced to suffer a life that is not her own.

Meet the O'Cairnnon's. A fate most do not survive...

This series is a re-release 

Warning: This collection of short stories contains m/f and m/m couplings and cliffhangers. Installments must be read in order.

The Lustful Possession Series - Parts 1 thru 7, in order

Part 1 - Meet Me in the Dark
(m/f, paranormal, erotic, contemporary, ghosts, possession)

Crishtin Davenport and newbie paranormal investigator, Josh Hewes are drawn into a heady web of desire when two overactive spirits take possession of their unwitting bodies, and use them at their whim.

Part 2 - Dark Foursome

(m/f, paranormal, erotic, contemporary, ghosts, possession)

A foursome takes on a whole new aspect when a fledgling couple comes face to face with the two randy spirits taking over their lives.

Part 3 - The Fall of Cairnnon Castle
(m/f, time-travel, Ireland, historical, paranormal, dark erotic, verging on horror)

A team of paranormal investigators descend on one of the most haunted castles in all of Ireland. One of the renowned international scientists—unearths the secret behind the evil that haunts Cairnnon Castle but before she can divulge her findings, the castle crumbles, trapping her and the elemental, within.

Meet the O'Cairnnon's. A fate most do not survive.

Coming Soon...

Part 4 - Rising From the Darkness
(m/m, paranormal, erotic, contemporary)


Part 5 - Dark Seed
(paranormal, erotic, contemporary, m/f story with m/m interaction)


Part 6 - Bending Darkness
(m/f, paranormal, erotic, time-travel, historical)


The stunning conclusion - Part 7 - Dark Defeat
(paranormal, dark erotic, time-travel, historical, an m/f story with f/f and m/f/f interaction)

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