Saturday, January 17, 2015

Sexy Saturday: Anne Conley 'The Best Laid Plans of Boys and Men' #erom @AnneConley10

Sexy Saturday with Anne Conley



The Best Laid Plans of Boys and Men tells the story of the whirlwind May/December romance between Taylor and Alexander. While Taylor is completely caught off guard by Alexander’s maturity and the difference between him and every other boy she’s dated, Alexander’s busy trying to figure out how to tell her he’s the lawyer suing her pants off. 

This is a standalone story of approximately 30 thousand words

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Author bio :
 Anne has written her entire life and has the boxes of angst-filled journals and poetry to prove it. She's been writing for public consumption for the last four years. Currently she is writing two romance series. In Stories of Serendipity, she explores real people living real lives in small town Texas in a contemporary romance setting. In The Four Winds, she chronicles God's four closest archangels, Uriel, Gabriel, Raphael, and Michael, falling in love and becoming human. She lives in rural East Texas with her husband and children in her own private oasis, where she prides herself in her complete lack of social skills, choosing instead to live with the people inside her head.
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author links
@anneconley10

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Interview questions:
1. Describe the perfect setting for writing. Where would you go? Be eating, drinking, snacking on? Would there be music?  
I write best at my desk, honestly.  On pretty days, I'll take my laptop outside, but there's usually too much glare on the screen for that to work well.  I like to munch on stuff while I write, so I typically have a bag of something relatively healthy next to me.  I do listen to music, but I get distracted by lyrics, so it's usually some sort of dance or ambient music, depending on the scene.

2. If you could time travel to any time/place where would it be and why?
This is a hard question... I've always liked the idea of travelling to Ireland, as I'm mostly Irish, but a time?  I don't know... I have always been fascinated with the US during the Prohibition Era, all the women discovering their new-found femininity, while exerting their independence at the same time.  Maybe that's where I'd want to go.  And have a torrid affair with a sexy bootlegger.  Yeah...

3. If you have to pick a favorite for this book, would you rather spend a day with the hero or heroine (if it's a MM tell me which hero, if it's FF tell me which heroine, etc.) and why?
I would choose Alexander, and make him take me dancing.  I love dancing, but my husband only knows his own (very wrong) version of the two-step.  Alexander is a fabulous dancer, and since I made him up completely, the hubbie couldn't go into to big of a jealous pouting fit, can he?

4. Where did the idea for this book come from?
I wrote this story for an anthology I was in several months ago.  I always knew I wanted to release it as a stand-alone, so I re-wrote it, doubled the length, and voila!  I've always wanted to write about a May/December romance, but I couldn't tell you why.  I just have.

5. What's next on your writing schedule?
I have a new series coming this Spring/Summer.  It's a romantic suspense series about the Pierce Securities firm.  Currently, there are six titles planned.  I'm looking forward to it, as the covers will be original art, featuring a new cover model (Devon Ryan).  It's going to have a fresh face (er, torso) on the cover, and will be a slight departure from my normal fare.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

NEW RELEASE: Danica Avet's 'Caressed by Starlight: Meeting Croe #eroticrom #scifi #MUSTread

WELCOME
Danica Avet
Happy new release to my author-sister, Danica! I LOVE this serial!!!! 



Imperial Princess En'Daria Hanu has the entire galaxy at her feet. Heir to the Endiki throne, she spent her entire life preparing to rule, but her future is forever altered when she's kidnapped. Sold to an auction house, she escapes on her own but soon realizes she'll need help to return home. Daria's only hope is the Skarskordian fighter Croe'ix Shael, who makes her feel more like a female and less like a royal.

Banished from his home world and denied the heritage of his blood, Croe has fought all his life but never really had anything worth fighting for. Then Daria walks into his life and a shift occurs inside him. She awakens the Skarskordian warrior he's long forgotten and, in exchange for the pleasure of her body, he will protect her with his life. When danger stalks their every step and he discovers who Daria really is, Croe knows he's found someone to fight for and he'll do everything in his power to keep her safe. Everything--even if it means bringing another male into the equation.

Note: This is the first in a four-part serial sci-fi erotic romance with strong sexual content. It is intended for readers 18 and older.


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Friday, January 9, 2015

Author Spotlight: Adriana Kraft 'Detour Ahead' #countryromance #mustread @adrianakraft

Please Welcome...
Adriana Kraft
to Author Spotlight



Hubs and I are beyond excited to announce the release of the fourth and final book in our Riders Up series, set in the horse racing industry. If you didn’t know already, both my husband and I love horses, and have been privileged to own them once in a while. The Arabian on the cover wasn’t ours, but easily could have been. Ransom, the featured horse in this book, is based on a very real half-Arab, half-saddlebred horse we owned. My husband began his ground training when Ransom was still very young and worked with him until he was two, when we had to sell him for health reasons. Here are a couple photos of him – one as a new foal, and one at age ten:



We had no clue the honey-russet color we loved when he was tiny would turn out white, but he looks just like his daddy in the second photo. A side note – the photo in the pasture was taken when we visited our friends where he is stabled. He hadn’t seen us for over seven years, but he came when we called.

That kind of loyalty – and the gentle, patient training that fostered it – are central to the story line in Detour Ahead. Our heroine, Traci Steele, was raped as a teenager, and has yet to transform from being a victim to being a survivor. Here’s the blurb:
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BLURB

Threatened race horses, city slicker attorney, sexy California wrangler—what can possibly go wrong?

Hot-shot Chicago prosecuting attorney Traci Steele works tirelessly keeping rapists off the street to prevent other women from suffering the hell she’s endured, so she resists her friends’ insistence that she take a two month R&R in their California Live Oak condo—until they persuade her to help their rancher friend as a private investigator. 

Though he runs the stables at Live Oak, well-muscled mustached wrangler Scott McCord much prefers working with the race horses he trains at his ranch, and he can’t believe his old friends have sent a greenhorn female to help him with horse troubles.

The improbable dance between this mismatched pair barely fits in around the escalating suspense of whoever’s after Scott’s horses. Traci is as tenacious in her sleuthing as she is terrified about her inability to ever love a man. Can Scott succeed in gentling her - like he does his horses - before she flees in panic? 
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REVIEWS

Night Owl Reviews Top Pick This is a story about letting go of your past so you can move on to your future. It is a story about letting go of being the victim and becoming a survivor…Add into this touching story of recovery a mystery that will keep you guessing to the very end, and you’ve got a story you won’t be able to put down. Angi

You Gotta Read Reviews Rich in romance and suspense, this book had me mesmerized from the first page. I was definitely drawn toward the main character, Traci, and all of the emotional barriers that she faced… a sensational job of combining just the right amount of suspense with a sauciness that leaves you longing for more. Run, don’t walk to your nearest book store for this sensational book. Val

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EXCERPT

Scott McCord stood at Traci’s emergency room bedside. He must look a mess. A nurse had already asked if he wanted a sedative. Hell, no. He wasn’t going to soften his guilt with drugs.

God damn, how had it happened? He replayed the scene over and over again. He still couldn’t understand it. One minute Traci and the horse had been working together as a team, and the next she was tossing about like a child’s rag doll.

Until she landed in the dirt. He hadn’t been able to move fast enough. Her words and the magnitude of her distress had temporarily paralyzed him. Without a doubt, this accident involved more than a woman learning how to ride a horse. But she was his responsibility, and he’d let her down.

So there Traci Steele lay, ashen, but breathing steadily. The doctor said nothing was broken. There were no apparent internal injuries. She’d be bruised some. And they’d want to keep her overnight to check her for a concussion.

He followed behind the gurney when they moved her from emergency to the second floor. No one seriously challenged his presence. Since he didn’t know about her insurance carrier, he’d signed to cover financial responsibility. Looking at the pale woman, who was becoming a bigger mystery every day, he knew she wouldn’t be pleased he’d taken over. But they could straighten things out later.

During the night, Traci came to enough to complain to a nurse about the IV, but he could tell she still had little understanding of where she was or what had happened.

Scott dozed off and on until sunshine bounced off his closed eyelids. Sputtering, cussing himself for having fallen asleep, he pushed himself up in his chair and looked at his patient. She stared back at him with a wan smile on her lips.

Leaping to his feet, Scott fumbled for words. She held out her hand to him; he clasped it between his own.

“Hi,” Traci said, softly. “You don’t look so good.”

“Maybe.” Scott ducked his head so she wouldn’t see the moisture forming in his eyes. “You don’t look quite ready to walk down a fashion show runway, either.”

“I’m sore and maybe a little weak, but otherwise I’m fine,” Traci offered. “So where am I?”

“You’re in the regional hospital. The doc wanted to keep you overnight for observation. They couldn’t find anything wrong other than being knocked out. Do you remember what happened?”

He watched the competent lawyer withdraw behind shuttered eyelids. Her body quivered and then gradually calmed. She stared at him with renewed energy. “Yes, I remember. It wasn’t Cory’s fault.”

“No, I should have--”

“It wasn’t your fault, either. It’s hard to explain. I lost control of Cory. And then I got into a terrible place, and I lost control of myself.” She smiled weakly. “But I’m alive. I’ve survived worse.” Traci squeezed his hand. “Please don’t blame yourself. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“So are you going to tell me about it? Somebody hurt you badly.” His fingers curled into a fist.
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ABOUT ADRIANA KRAFT

Award-winning author Adriana Kraft is really two people, a husband-wife team writing sizzling romantic suspense and erotic romance. With backgrounds in criminology and counseling, they combine their expertise in the criminal mind, trauma, healing and human nature with a passion for robust sexuality and life-long vitality. Together they have published over thirty romance novels and novellas to outstanding reviews. Long and Short Reviews: “scorching hot…refreshing...something to read when you want straight up hotness.” Romance Junkies: “filled with warmth, blazing hot sex, well-developed characters…not for the faint of heart.”  Romantic pairings include straight m/f, lesbian, bisexual, ménage and polyamory, in both contemporary and paranormal settings.

ADRIANA KRAFT ON THE WEB



Monday, December 22, 2014

'Lion's Need' #MM #shifter #LGBT by Anya Richards #gayrom @AnyaRwrites

I LOVE this book. I'm so happy to be hosting Anya Richards today with her latest MM story.




Blurb:
Freed by his master, running for his life toward a new beginning, Androcles takes refuge from a wolf pack in a cave, not realizing it is already occupied…by a wounded lion. While self-preservation tells him to flee, the majestic animal’s pain makes him hesitate, and when the beast transforms into an equally magnificent man, Androcles knows he has to render aid.

Thus begins a new adventure for the man seeking only autonomy and a place of his own in the world. In Okyin Androcles sees everything he is running from—a man-beast who could, with passion and his commanding presence, easily enslave another. A masterful lover able to seduce Androcles into wanting whatever he can get, even into wanting what he cannot have—or should not even desire. A superior being who causes the lines between freedom and slavery to blur, and causes a true crisis to an already damaged spirit.

Unable to believe in the peace and sanctuary Okyin offers, Androcles knows he has no choice but to once more flee. For personal liberty is more important than physical need, and the desire to be accepted as an equal overrides all passion. Even if when running away he leaves his heart behind.

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Excerpts:
“Do you live near here?” Everything about him—his carriage, poise and speech—tells me this is not a man who lives in a cave.

“No. The city I come from lies far to the south-west, in the grasslands beyond the desert.”

I try to think what lies in that direction, but my knowledge does not extend that far. “How come you to be here, then?”

“I had a need to see more of the world than just my small corner of it. I have traveled far and wide—to Kush and Persia, into Arabia—and now I make the journey back to my people.”

His eyes change, lose the glow of amusement to become shadowed, and my stomach clenches
in anticipation. “I had stopped to rest when the spirit of the lion came on me.” He watches me
intently, as though gauging my reaction. “It had been too long since I released it, and it roared
to be allowed to overtake me. Although I didn’t know the land well, I thought it would be safe,
but not long after my transformation the wolf pack found me. It was during my fight with them
that I was injured. I killed the Alpha male and female, and the others fled, but I realized there
was something wrong. My head was spinning. I couldn’t get my bearings. Finding this cave, I
crawled in and lay down, hoping soon to feel well enough to go back to my campsite. That is the
last thing I remember.” He tilts his head. “What was it caught in my hand?”

“A thorn,” I reply. “Perhaps it carried some poison your body couldn’t fight.”

Okyin nods slowly. “It must be so. And once you removed it, I was able to heal.” The
shadows deepen in his gaze. “I have no memory of taking lion form, of reacting to the wolves
being close again. It is a bad thing to be without control of the spirit. I am glad you were not hurt.”

I want to reply, but the expression in his eyes tightens the muscles in my belly and
the sudden dryness of my mouth precludes speech. Something shifts between us, the air itself
becoming still and heavy, the silence buzzing in my ears. Memories of the night before invade
my mind again, bringing a shiver of reaction to trickle down my spine.

The urge to turn away overtakes me but Okyin effortlessly holds me frozen with the
intensity of his gaze. Was he conscious last night? Does he remember what happened between
us? I want to ask but can think of no way of broaching the subject. I’m also not sure I want him
to remember. Although I am not afraid of him physically, I am afraid of the emotions he stirs
within me and the belonging I felt when I held him in my arms.

It would be better we part without revisiting those moments. Without reawakening the unsatisfied yearning I felt.

Okyin takes a deep breath then releases it with an audible sigh. He says, “I must go—try to find my campsite and belongings. But I will return.” Is it my imagination that makes his voice sound deeper, more resonant, so it echoes through my bones and blood? And what does the sudden hooding of his eyes, the firming of his lips mean? I hold my breath as he continues.

“There is one other question I would ask you, Androcles, before I go.”

He pauses as though waiting for me to speak. Choked and inexplicably terrified, I school my face to try to appear unconcerned even as my stomach rolls and pitches—a ship a-sea on the ocean of my emotions. All I am capable of managing is a go ahead wave of my hand. Even then he hesitates, his gaze boring into mine for a long, tense moment before he speaks.

“Are we to ignore what happened between us last night? The pleasure we found in each other’s arms?” He turns away before I can even fully absorb his words, and is already going up the slope to the other cavern by the time I can make sense of his query. Pausing, he glances back at me. “Think on it while I am away, Androcles.” Just the way he says my name makes my already racing heart cease beating for a moment, before beginning to pound again. “I would have
you on my mat tonight, in my arms.”

Then he is gone, and my breath rushes from my chest, leaving my head spinning and my body incredibly, wickedly aroused.

I will think of nothing else until he comes back, I’m sure.
Meet the Author:
After living a checkered past, and despite an avowed disinterest in domesticity, multi-published erotic romance author Anya Richards moved from Jamaica to settle in Ontario, Canada, with husband, kids, an adorable pup and a couple of cats that plot world domination, one food bowl at a time. Her slightly darker alter-ego, Anya Delvay, emerges occasionally to write erotica.
Interested in all things historical and hysterical, Anya describes herself as intensely curious, (although the word ‘nosy’ has been bandied about) and a life-long people-watcher. Using what she’s discovered about people, places and various weird and wonderful things, Anya has written contemporary, historical and paranormal/fantasy romance novels, novellas and short stories for multiple publishers. She's also dipping her toes into the self-publishing market, so watch out world :)
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Author Spotlight: Don Abdul 'A Cougar's Legacy' #eroticauthor #eroticread @donabdul2



Blurb
The future of Marie-Claire and Ray’s romantic relationship is forged in the heat of their first lover’s tiff. The couple has barely kissed and made up when Marie-Claire’s bisexual lover Cynthia comes visiting. When Marie-Claire accidentally unmasks Cynthia’s selfish motivation, she becomes acquainted with a side of Ray that she never thought she would see in a man ever again.

Excerpt
CHAPTER ONE: SCRATCHING MARIE-CLAIRE’S ITCH

Still feeling hot and bothered from their steamy embrace, Marie-Claire gingerly stepped out of the shower. She was immediately followed by Ray. Still high on his promise of an orgasm, she handed him a terry cloth robe with which he dried himself as he followed her into the guest bedroom.
Before he could put on the robe however, Marie-Claire lost control to her desire. She licked her lips eying his still erect chocolate cock. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, she stepped closer to him and took it in her trembling hand.
“Mmm...” A soft moan escaped her parted lips. She shut her eyes and revelled shamelessly in the incredible girth and warmth of his member in her grasp. Opening her eyes, she looked down hungrily at the rock hard flesh. It pulsed and proudly jutted out from the neatly trimmed pubic hair around her younger lover’s crotch.
Marie-Claire started to pull back his foreskin, but she changed her mind.
‘It’ll be so much better in my own bed...’ she thought, preferring to have him relieve the tension in her aching cunt in the comfort of her own bed rather than in impersonal surroundings of her guest bedroom. Still holding onto his throbbing cock, she led him down the corridor to the master bedroom.
She led the way to her expansive bed, but just before she climbed into it, Ray, seized her arm and then spun her gently around. He caught her with a graceful ease in his warm embrace. Lifting her face up by the chin, he claimed her sensuous lips.
Their kiss was soft and tender at first, and then she gasped, and melded her naked body against his hard chocolate frame, sucking on his tongue with increasing hunger.
“Mmm...” she moaned as he reciprocated her rising passion. Swirling his tongue around hers, he paused to lick and then playfully nibble on her lower lip before sensuously sliding his tongue back into her mouth.
‘Mon dieu, he’s such an excellent kisser,’ she thought. She particularly admired the fact that he didn’t seem to be in any hurry as he explored her warm mouth with his tongue. It had been a long time since any man focused on her needs rather than race through the romantic prelude to sexual intercourse.
In that instant, she was glad she had braved the pain of loneliness to consign her treacherous ex-husband into the garbage heap of her past.
In the meantime, she was content to surrender completely to the loving embrace of her handsome young lover. She sucked his tongue between her lips, in the fashion of a blow job.
Ray’s steely erection pressed and poked at her trim tummy, awakening a desperate desire to wrap her lips around it. A shiver of excitement rushed through her when Ray moaned, and then grabbed her full round ass, crushing her pelvis harder against his crotch.
Marie-Claire could feel the raging pulse of his engorged penis as he ground his groin against hers. She was out of breath and feeling giddy as his cock massaged her sensitive nub.
They came up for air and she whispered a breathless plea into his ear.
“Oh baby... I want to suck your beautiful chocolate cock now...”
Ray murmured a response but Marie-Claire was so high on the potent cocktail of intense sexual heat, smells and sounds around her, that she paid very little mind to anything but her instinct for sexual gratification.

Buy link
http://www.amazon.com/Cougars-Legacy-Love-over-Desire-ebook/dp/B00QTYHITM


Author bio
I'm a writer and author of erotic fiction in my 40s. I discovered creative writing as an escape from the dullness of small town life at an early age. My journey as an author of erotic fiction began with a passion for writing erotic poetry and then spicy short stories. Some of my other works of erotic fiction have been published under my Nom de plume, Tyrese Jordan.

Author Links
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Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/DonAbdul2
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5 facts about yourself that most wouldn't know
1. Father of two teenage boys
2. I have a highly technical day job
3. I have at least fifteen published books
4. My journey as a writer actually started with writing poetry
5. It took me five years to get published

Friday, December 19, 2014

LGBT Author Spotlight: 'Rainbow Hill' by Alex Carreras #newrelease #gayrom

Welcome Alex Carreras

Alex and I 'met' two years ago and shared our very first release days together. I love his sweet, romantic MM stories. Check out his newest, Rainbow Hill, and delve into this beautiful book.


When Ethan Stokes returns to his family’s farm after his mother’s death, he didn’t expect the obligatory weekend visit to turn into a project that would take the entire summer to complete. He also didn’t expect to be living with Quinn Kincade, the man who Ethan shared his first kiss with back in high school. But if Ethan remembered correctly, wasn’t Quinn… straight?

Between milking cows, renovating barns, and dealing with aging fathers with strong opinions, the two men try to maneuver the best they know how, both looking for their happily ever after atop Rainbow Hill.
Excerpt:
Oh, why, why, WHY did he have to look like that? Ethan screamed inside his head. And now he’s starting to show his softer side. Ethan took a few steps back and pretended to survey the completion of the north and east wall of the barn instead of Quinn’s bubble butt wrapped in faded blue jeans. There was even a small hole under the left back pocket that exposed tight, white cotton underwear, a sight that made Ethan’s heart erratic and his cock hard as a metal rod. Damn.
“So how did we do, boss?” Quinn asked, beads of sweat dampening the collar of his shirt. Ethan wanted to walk up to him, rip the shirt off his toned torso, and take him right there on the hard wood floor. Swallowing, he forced the fantasy out of his head.
“Not bad,” he answered.
Quinn reached in his back pocket and pulled out his phone to check the time. “I’m going to walk up to the house and check on things.” Ethan read between the lines, realizing that meant seeing if Frank was sober enough to work that afternoon, Quinn having to step in if he wasn’t. “Want to come with me? We worked through lunch, and I’m starving. At least stop to get a drink.”
“Sounds like a good idea,” Ethan agreed. He began the task of cleaning up, replacing the lids on the paint cans and gathering random cloths used while working. “You go ahead. I’ll be up soon.”
Quinn cocked his head as if he wanted to ask a question but nodded curtly. “See you soon,” he threw over his shoulder before disappearing out the open door.
Maybe it was the heat, but it was also Quinn that made Ethan become consumed with the need to jerk off…. Immediately. One thing he failed to mention to Quinn earlier was, he not only used to come to the shed to smoke, he came here to masturbate, too. Taking the risk, Ethan darted for the door and peered out to assess the situation.
The coast is clear.
Finding the darkest most secluded spot, Ethan ducked behind the last of the stuff that would no doubt be cleared tomorrow, finding shelter. Overcome by lust, he unzipped and reached in his underwear to free up his already hard cock. Just touching himself and the risk of getting caught made his heart smash against his rib cage and his thighs tremble with anticipation. Ethan hadn’t been this horny and excited in quite some time, or possibly ever. Stroking quickly, time being of the essence, he closed his eyes and rested his back against a wall that still remained unpainted. Thoughts of Quinn, past and present, flashed in his mind like an erotic slide show.
He had always wanted Quinn. Then and now. With the other hand, he cupped his balls and squeezed, imagining it was Quinn working him over. A moan escaped from his parted lips. Quickening his pace and applying more pressure, he felt his cock pulse. He opened his eyes for only an instant to make sure that he was still alone and squeezed them shut again.
What the fuck am I doing, he thought, masturbating in the middle of the day in a semi-public place? He never took these kinds of risks, other guys did. But as the rush of orgasm overtook his body and washed over his brain, Ethan came to the realization that apparently he was one of those guys after all. Fighting back the urge to cry out, he widened his stance as the stream of thick, pearly cum arched from his cock and shot into the still air of the shed. Over and over it came, landing on the floorboards with force. Unable to hold it in any longer, Ethan moaned as his body convulsed with ecstasy. He rode it to the end and waited until he caught his breath and his heart returned to a somewhat normal pace before opening his eyes again. Flicking his dick, the last remaining drops of cum rained down on to the floor. Folding himself away, Ethan zipped up and shifted so he could step out of his safe haven.
“Ethan?”
Ethan froze on hearing Quinn call his name.




Alex Carreras writes from Sarasota, Florida about sexy men in compromising positions while he dreams of living in a cold but still cozy village somewhere in the United Kingdom. Check out his blog at Alexcarreraswrites.blogspot.com, he would love to hear from you.



Tuesday, December 16, 2014

RELEASE DAY: 'Tempering Steel' Book 2 Coyote Bluff Series #paranormal #shifter #newrelease

Happy Release Day to me!

Tempering Steel ~ Book 2
Coyote Bluff Series


Blurb:
After months of aching to be with grumpy Sheriff Connor Manning, Margarete Barrie finally gets her chance when a coyote shifter takes refuge in her home. She burns with need every time they’re close, but even she can only take rejection so many times before giving up.

Connor’s resolve to stay away from Margie weakens when she takes in his packmate. Fighting his inner animal and jealousy makes him question his decision to leave women and love alone.

They’re thrown together to catch a trapper or hunter threatening the pack. But once things start to heat up even the possibility of danger doesn’t cool the tension between them.

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Snippet:
Margie couldn’t help the giggle which escaped her lips as she rounded the corner of the doorjamb. To have Connor whistle at her like that, and so loudly, as well as leave his scent all over her was too much to hope for. Her heart soared. He really was claiming her, and wasn’t being quiet about it.
“Damn, girl. You stink.” Ian’s voice carried from deeper in the barn and the sound of something solid hitting him let her know Cammie was there.
“Shut up. You can’t tell her she stinks. God, you’ll give her a complex.” Cammie’s words were punctuated with smacks to Ian’s arm.
“Fine. Ow. Stop hitting me, woman, or I’ll turn you over my knee.” He growled a little at his wife and she blushed. Well.
Margie laughed. “Look at you two. Married and already bickering.”
Cammie raced over and clamped tight arms around Margie’s waist. Her friend whispered, “I’m so glad he’s finally come around and accepted the truth.”
“Yes, he has and I’m so glad everyone needs to keep reminding her about my issues.”

Connor’s growl had everyone spinning, and most of the people standing around looking off, scuffing their shoes in the dirt of clearing their throats. Margie wanted to laugh, but then again, what was the fun in allowing him to get away with being gruff with all of his friends. Even she could sense the unease.
Chapter one- free read:
http://www.leabarrymire.com/tempering-steel-ch-1.html

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Series Teaser:

Coyote Bluff is a small, quaint town in the mountains of Virginia. With its diner run by Mama, the police force of one and a single stop light it's much like every other small town in America. Well, until you take a closer look.


Feel free to come visit Coyote Bluff... but keep an eye on the wildlife.



Accidentally Yours ~ Book 1
Coyote Bluff Series



Blurb:
Cammie has had one hell of a night. Her long-time abusive boyfriend pushed her to the limits and then a freaking wolf hit her car. While clutching a bag of frozen peas to her swollen eye she manages to rescue the animal and make it home. But what’s she do with it after that? 

Ian can’t believe his luck. After a stupid decision he’s been run out of every shifter territory he’s entered. Hoping Coyote Bluff would be different seems to have been his downfall. After a bunch of coyotes chase him through the night he finds himself being coddled by a tempting woman. His canine half is already in love with her. 

Cammie’s ex comes calling, Ian’s found out by the local Alpha and the town seems bent on keeping them apart. Can they fight against everyone at once to find happiness together? Better question would be will Cammie accept Ian once he admits to being the wolf she so readily confided in and nursed back to health?


Chapter one- free read:
http://www.leabarrymire.com/accidentally-yours-ch-1.html



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