Monday, July 9, 2018

Just 1 More...

I can't resist a great read and my friends always write the best books.

Take a look and see if you find anything you like.

Maria Del Voscova is a powerful witch with a past. When she’s asked to become a member of the elite Guardians she knows she can’t risk sharing the truth about her messed-up family. But we don’t always get what we want. Sometimes, we don’t always know what we want...

But the past has a way of catching up to Mar and the future has a morbid sense of humor. On her first mission, she’s kidnapped by the enemy she’s been running from her entire life. Thankfully the guardians look after their own. As it turns out, so does Neeren.

Saturday, June 30, 2018

Featured Read: The Dragon’s Magical Night

Carina rapidly learns that a magical night with a dragon surpasses a white Christmas in New York.



Gage clenches his hands tight, causing the skin to stretch and turn white over the knuckles. He inhales deeply, then slowly exhales to control the need to emit his pale blue shimmering smoke.
What the fuck! That sweet floral scent is driving me insane. I don’t know who’s scent it is with so many people on the plane!
“This is Capitan Jones, we are approaching the Los Angeles International Airport runway in approximate 10 minutes. I’m asking that you remain seated until the seatbelt light is turned off. Thank you for flying Clear Blue Airlines!”
Carina turns her head to look back, raising her right eyebrow and looks at people lined up in the aisle all the way to the back of the plane.
Fuck, they don’t follow the instructions! Everyone is rushing to get off!
She turns around, sighs, and starts to tap her fingers in a rhythmic pace on the armrest. She leans into the first-class leather seat closing her beautiful hazel eyes.
A few minutes later, Carina pushes off the seat and stands in the aisle. She adjusts her shirt, raises her arms to reach the overhead. She opens the overhead compartment to grab her carryon.
Carina pulls on the bright pink carryon handle, biting her lower lip. She inhales deeply as she tugs the handle again, the bag lurches forward, propelled by gravity. She quickly releases the handle, raises her hands up to break the impact. 
“Oh hell,” cries out Carina.
She steps back, crashing into the man behind her, gasping. She moves her hands up, ready to grab the carry on, closing her eyes waiting for the painful impact.
“I got it,” says a deep voice into her ear, sending a chill through her entire body.
OMG! The freaking voice is deep and resonates throughout my entire being. What the hell! His scent is spicy, totally sexy, and heady.
Gage stands tall behind her, he swiftly extends his muscular arm around her, leaning into her as his strong hand grabs the handle, and instantly pulls it up and away from her. He sets it down on the vacant aisle seat next to her.
Slowly, Gage pulls away from her, watching her closely. He grinds his jaw to control the rampant emotions rushing through his body gathering into a throbbing ache in his groin. He hisses, closing his eyes.
What the hell! I don’t even want to know why? It can’t be! Is it possible? Fuck! It’s her sweet floral scent!
“Ohhhhhhh, uh. . . . . . thank you,” gasps Carina taking a step forward, moving away from his fiery body.
She raises her trembling hands up to tuck her long golden-brown strands behind her ears as she turns around.
Carina’s eyes widen, long curly lashes frame hazel eyes, and she licks her dry lips. She rapidly blinks as she looks up at the huge man. She stares into the man’s black eyeglasses trying to see his eyes.
She nods, a soft blush creeps up her face, and she bites the lower corner of her inner lips as she tilts forward grabbing the carryon handle keeping her eyes on his face. Her huge hazel eyes expand as she focuses on the perfect full masculine lips framed by a black goatee.
Gage rests his huge hands on the back of the first-class seats on each side, grasping the leather tight, bracing himself for the attack to his senses. His hungry eyes drink in every feature of her beautiful face as he waits for Carina to move forward. He clenches his jaw to control the urge to release his shimmering smoke with his spicy bonding scent.
Carina eyes slowly travel down his thick neck, then slowly takes in his wide shoulders shrouded in black leather jacket, and then her eyes move down taking in the tight leather pants.
“Uh. . . . . hmmm.”
Carina contemplates the bulge at his crotch, her eyes widen, inhaling deeply watching his deep purple crown peep up his waistband. She licks her lips watching the cock play peek a boo. Her mouth waters and she bites her lower lip.
OMG! He’s huge! That’s his crown! He looks tough, rugged, and so damn hot in black leather. Fuck!
Gage pale blue eyes discern her hungry look, nods slightly, inhales deeply, and clenches his jaw tight. He moves his right hand and quickly adjusts his pants hissing. He then pulls out his black shirt.
What the fuck! Her scent is driving me insane! Fuck she looks turned on!  
“Hey sweetie, we need to move it,” yells the lady down the plane glaring at them.
“Oh my! Sorry!”
Carina blush deepens, she hastily turns around and pulls the carryon. She swings it in front of her and walks down the aisle shifting her hips.
Gage's eyes remain fixed on her soft round ass as she walks off. 
What the fuck! I need to talk to her! Who is she?
Carina pulls on the carryon and runs down the walkway, past the waiting room, down the hall, and into the ladies’ bathroom. She runs into the stall at the end leaning against the cold metal door closing her eyes tight. She inhales deeply and exhales gasping for air. She releases the carryon and handbag, allowing them to fall onto the floor, raising her hands up to her face. She shakes head, inhaling deeply.
Oh my, he’s so damn hot! What in the world was I doing gawking at him, uh. . . . . almost drooling, thinking of riding that huge cock, forgetting everything. What’s wrong with me? How can I possibly think of riding his cock! I don’t know him. Oh, but that cock looks so yummy! Damn it, my mind stopped working, and my body was on fire! Fuck, in front of all those people! Hell, I was holding up the line! How fucking embarrassing!
Gage walks further down the aisle and stops to reach overhead. He grabs his carryon and walks forward to exit the plane. He takes long strides down the ramp searching for Carina.
Fuck! Where is she? 

Dance of the Heart by Lisa Kessler

Gavin Thompson is the best bodyguard in the business. When he's hired to protect a dance instructor, he has no idea Tera Muldoon is actually the Muse of Dance, or that the guy threatening her life is actually Kronos, Father of the Gods. Being near her unlocks a new power inside of him -- and a love he can't deny.



Nate frowned. “Are you sure you’re all right?”

“I’m fine.” Gavin rolled his tight shoulders back. “I better check on Tera.”

Nate didn’t look convinced, but he took out his cell anyway and called for a tow while his partner secured evidence in the parking lot. Gavin returned to find Tera sitting on the pavement with her knees pulled into her chest. She lifted her head when he came around the car, and in one fluid movement, she was on her feet and in his arms.

He held her tightly, closing his eyes and breathing her in. They were alive. She was safe. That was all that fucking mattered.

“Nate’s calling a tow for your car,” he told her.

She trembled against him. “I want to go home.” She looked up into his eyes and whispered, “This is all my fault.”

“No, it’s not. I never should have agreed to come out here in the open. I know better.” He brought a hand up to cup her cheek. Her skin was even softer than he had imagined. “Until that asshole started shooting, this was the best night I’ve had in years. And that’s because of you, Tera. The rest of this mess is on that misguided psycho.”

For a second, it looked as if she was about to say something, but instead, she tipped her head and brushed her lips against his. Every synapse in his brain fired at once, like he’d been lost in the desert and had finally found water. One hand slid up into her hair as he tightened his hold on her, deepening the kiss. She moaned, the vibration rolling through him, sending blood rushing to his groin. He couldn’t get enough of her. 

Suddenly, Nate cleared his throat. Gavin stumbled back and blinked, struggling to clear his head. Damn. Never in his life had a woman intoxicated him like Tera did. Maybe it was just the rush of realizing they were still alive, but whatever it was, he was already aching for more.

Nate wiped his forehead, avoiding eye contact. “I called a black and white to take you back to Tera’s place.” He lifted his gaze to Gavin’s face. “Maybe you’re too close on this one. If the security systems are all upgraded, someone on your team can take over.”

Fuck no. Gavin’s shoulders tensed with the realization that he didn’t trust anyone else to keep her safe.

It was a sure sign that Nate was right. Gavin cared about Tera, and the job was getting personal. But the thought of not being with her, not keeping her safe, tied his gut in knots. 

He shook his head. “I’m good. I’ve got this.”

Nate nodded, looking less than convinced. He walked past him and over to Tera. “Are you all right?”

“Scared, but I’m okay.” She glanced at Gavin and then back to Nate. “Can I talk to you for a second? Alone?”

Nate nodded, and as they walked away, Gavin went around the back of the car, cursing himself for crossing that line with his client. He stared up at the stars, replaying the moment. He would’ve sworn she had kissed him, not the other way around. He looked back over his shoulder to where she and Nate were talking. Was she asking him for another bodyguard?

He ground his teeth and faced forward. Why wouldn’t she? Kissing her was bush-league, unprofessional bullshit. Being with her seemed so natural; it was too easy to forget she was also his client. 

But it had been her idea to shoot hoops. Had he misread everything?

He ran a hand through his hair. If she fired him, it was probably for the best anyway. He needed to get in and see the shrink. Human beings didn’t move as fast as he seemed to believe he could, not to mention his danger-sensing birthmark. He lifted his shirt. In the yellow light of the parking lot, he couldn’t tell if it was still red, but it didn’t sting anymore. The danger was gone.

I am losing my goddamn shit. He rubbed his hand down his face as Nate and Tera came back over to him. Gavin straightened up, steeling himself for being let go.

Nate clasped his shoulder. “See you at Callie’s tomorrow morning.” He glanced at Tera and back to Gavin. “Tera’s got plenty to explain tonight. And no matter how nuts it seems, trust me—” his gaze locked on Gavin’s “—it’s all true.”

Saving Jace by Rebecca Rivard

A black panther with a scarred heart. A gutsy waitress trying to hang onto her dreams. And the Darktime isn't over...



Jace set a hand on the small of Evie’s back and steered her down the hall. The moment they were in the bedroom, he backed her up against the door, framed her face with his hands and kissed her, hard and deep.

Evie’s head swam. She gripped his waist and hung on as her heart pounded in her ears. He moved his mouth to her neck and nipped the beating pulse, sending a jolt clear to her womb.

“Goddess, I want you.” A harsh growl against her skin.

She drew a serrated breath. “Me too.”

“Show me.”

He didn’t need to ask twice. She slid her fingers into his hair and dragged his mouth down to hers. Kissing him with all the hunger in her heart. Sucking his tongue into her mouth. Nipping his lips. Sliding a hand down his back to squeeze one of his firm buttocks.

His breath sped up. His hips moved, pressing into her belly. She could feel his cock, thick and ready.

He removed her arms from his neck and pressed them against the door, her hands on either side of her head. “You’re mine, Evie.” His eyes seared into hers, dark gold touched with the green of his cat.

She wet her lips. “You said we don’t mix.” But a part of her cried, yes.

“I’m an ass. Now say it.” He nipped her jaw, and pleasure jolted straight to her clit. “I want the words. Just for tonight.”

“Or else what?” Her jaw jutted. Because that had hurt, what he’d said about the two of them not mixing. She might have her own doubts, but not because he was a fada.

But you agreed, a little voice reminded her.

He lifted a single black brow. “Are you teasing a cat?”

She moistened her lips, but she was damned if she’d back down. “Yes.”

“Oh, baby,” he crooned in a dark voice that made her inner thighs clench. “Then you better be ready to play.” He captured her wrists in one hand and held them above her head, while with his other hand he undid her shorts. “Or else what?” he repeated. “Maybe I’ll keep you against the door until you beg to come.”

She slid him a look from under her lids. “Maybe I’d like that.”

He chuckled and skimmed his fingers under the waistband of her panties. She was wearing her only sexy underwear—black satin with a touch of lace and a bra to match.

His heated gaze took in the black lace against her cream-colored skin. “Did you wear these for me?” When she nodded, he murmured, “Good girl. Now say it, Evie.”

But as soon as she opened her mouth, he covered it with his as if afraid to let her speak. Her heart lurched as she realized he didn’t expect her to say it. He kissed her as if he were aching as much as she was, his tongue curling over hers, taking her deeper by slow degrees. Meanwhile, his fingers slid deeper into her panties, teasing her sensitized flesh until she was breathless and aching.

She wanted to touch him. Her hands jerked in his grip but he wouldn’t let her go. He kept them pressed to the door above her head and continued kissing her until she was dazed, her legs like limp noodles.

He lifted his head, his expression hard and a little wild, and she knew his cat was inside, looking out. He squeezed her bottom. “You’re a bad girl to wear these tight little shorts. All day, I kept looking at your ass and picturing what I was going to do to you when we were alone. I swear my cock was hard the whole fucking day. And this shirt…” Long, work-roughened fingers stroked her belly. “The way you keep flashing me. It’s enough to drive a man insane.”

She laughed up at him, but God, he was making her hot. “I wasn’t flashing you. All you could see was my stomach.”

“You think that isn’t bad?” He released her wrists and jerked up her T-shirt to expose her breasts. “I wanted to taste you, lick you, and then move up your stomach to your hot tits.” He pinched her nipples through the black satin…and then his mouth was on her and he was sucking the points to hardness.

She cupped his head, holding him close. His mouth was warm and wet. Each hot suck shot straight to her womb.

She moaned, and he gave a sexy rumble in response. From her breasts, he moved his way lower, trailing a searing line of kisses down her abdomen until he reached her mound.

“Mine,” he growled against her panties. He pursed his lips and blew a hot stream of air into the satin right above her clit. “Say it.”

She whimpered and pressed her palms against the door, her body straining to him. “God, yes. Please.”

He stilled. Slowly his eyes turned up to hers, so that she felt like prey. Sexy, not-even-going-to-try-to-run prey. Then his lips curved in a wicked smile.

“But I’m still going to tease you…because we both like it.”

Sunday, June 24, 2018

Wolf Pack Newsletter 6/27/18

Do you have what it takes to be a Real Werewife? In this episode--Can this wild cat convince the romance author that happily ever after doesn't only happen in her books? 


Dela Stonebridge has already lost her brother to The Choosing, and now it is her turn. The grueling journey across the mountains is always dangerous,, but when magic and madness descends, she discovers herself exiled with the leaders of the three other races—the Elvish, Moerians and Norcs.



A black panther with a scarred heart. A gutsy waitress trying to hang onto her dreams. And the Darktime isn't over...


After a narrow escape, Priya runs into the kind of man she shouldn't want...a man with silver eyes, as if the very moon has been trapped inside his gaze. But his help won't be enough when Nicholas finds her...