Sexy Professor Dominick Alvarez has an
infatuation with pretty college girls, but he adheres to his strict policy of
never getting involved with his students. The years of tempting women throwing
themselves at him have taken a toll on the handsome teacher. He wants to give
in, so he requests an evening with a younger woman.
Alexandria Petron has always had a thing
for older men, but she has never indulged. After being left at the altar by her
high school sweetheart, she decides men her own age aren't for her. She seeks
Madame Evangeline's help in making her fantasy come true. She wants the
experience and attention a more mature man can show her.
One night of explosive passion ignites a
burn that neither one saw coming. Will one encounter be enough to satisfy their
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Excerpt
“I’ve been jittery all day, but my aunt helped me
overcome those nerves.”
“Your aunt?”
“She referred me to Madame Eve. She said I needed
tonight.”
“Well, I’m glad she hooked you up, but why would
such a beautiful girl need to use a service?” He didn’t mean to be nosy, but a
woman who looked like her shouldn’t have a problem finding a date.
“Oh, well I….” She twisted her finger around the
ends of her pigtail. Now he wished he’d put a condom in his pocket. If she kept
that up, they’d never make it to the bedroom. “I’ve had a rough time.”
“I didn’t mean to pry. I’m curious.”
“That’s okay. Can I ask you a question?” She chewed
on her bottom lip.
“Sure.” He fought the urge to bite her lip.
“How old are you?”
“Does it matter?” He closed the space between them
on the small sofa. “You wanted an older man, didn’t you?”
She nodded.
“I’ll be forty-one in two weeks. You’re my birthday
present to myself.”
“Oh.” She swallowed hard.
“Am I too old for you?” Please say no.
“No.” She stared into his eyes.
“Are you thirsty?”
“Huh?”
“Would you like some champagne?” As much as he
wanted to kiss her, he needed to slow this show down. “You are old enough to
drink, I hope.” He brushed her soft cheek, wondering what the rest of her felt
like.
“Is that your way of asking me how old I am?”
About the Author
Ella Jade has been writing for as long as she can remember.
As a child, she often had a notebook and pen with her, and now as an adult, the
laptop is never far. The plots and dialogue have always played out in her head,
but she never knew what to do with them. That all changed when she discovered
the eBook industry. She started penning novels at a rapid pace and now she
can't be stopped. Ella resides in New Jersey with her husband and two young
boys. When she's not chasing after her kids, she's busy writing, attending PTO
meetings, kickboxing, and scrapbooking. She hopes you'll get lost in her words.
Lindsay Beckett longed to be reunited with
her first love, Quinn Montgomery, until she learns the secret that sent him
fleeing from her in the first place. He's an alien, a Hemera, and she's
half-Hemera herself. As if that wasn't enough to ruin her dreams of a perfect
life, when their child is born, they discover she fulfills a prophesy told
twenty light years away and many years ago. Lindsay wants to ignore it, until
her husband is murdered and suddenly believing becomes a matter of survival.
Lindsay and her young daughter are forced
to rely on another Hemera, her husband's partner and best friend, Bryce
Beuermann as more and more of the Hemera are slaughtered. Bryce will do
anything to help his best friend's widow—including suppressing his own deep
feelings for her. But he must prove they can trust him, even pretending he
doesn't want her with all his heart.
Jessica Subject started writing to encourage her daughter to read. Now she writes to keep herself grounded. Although she reads many genres, she enjoys writing Science Fiction Romance the most and believes everyone in the universe deserves a happily ever after. She lives Southwestern Ontario, Canada with her husband and two kids and loves to hear from anyone who has enjoyed her stories.
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Excerpt :
When Bryce and Lorne removed their socks
and set their feet on the coffee table, she flushed. She'd had many
opportunities over the summer to look at his feet, particularly when he wore
only his swim trunks. But she’d kept her distance, catching only the occasional
glimpse of his broad, bare chest or other parts of his body, wondering if they
matched what she’d seen in her visions.
Both Bryce and Lorne's toes remained held
apart by skin, noticeable skin. Unlike the translucent and pliable tissue which
formed between her own toes, theirs appeared thicker, widening the total width
of the front of their feet.
"We are not from around here,"
Lorne said. He removed his feet from the table and brushed them across the
plush carpet. "Your mother, Quinn, and your father, Lindsay, as well as
Bryce and I, are from another planet located twenty light years from
Earth."
She turned to her husband, waiting for his
reaction. They were his guests telling the ridiculous story. If they were
friends of hers, she would have told them to leave.
Quinn only raised his eyebrows. She
couldn't read his expression as he stared at Bryce. "This is not the time
to be discussing this. We've just returned from out holidays, our honeymoon at
that."
"No, this is the time. We should have
talked about this long ago."
Her gaze shifted between the two of them.
This has to be some kind of gag, but this is more likely to come from Michael
and Francis, not Bryce, not based on anything Quinn had ever said about him.
The punch line didn't come and Quinn gripped her hand tighter. This is no joke.
Maintaining his dry expression, Bryce
continued. "I've known all along. I remember my trip to Earth and being
placed with the Beuermanns. I don't remember my parents though." His chin
fell to his chest. "It's not easy living with a secret like this. I figured
my best friend should know."
Bryce told what he believed to be the
truth, but despite her belief in aliens, she refused to accept anyone in the
room came from anywhere but Earth.
"I'm sorry, Lindsay." Quinn
refused to look at her, but maintained his hold on her hand.
She'd never felt more uncomfortable than
this moment. What did Quinn believe? That he's an alien?
BLURB: Abrutal
attack leftLori Brockton convinced she
was damaged goods.By the time she emerges
from hiding two
years later, readyto run her family's famous brewery, she's
determined to be independent--never rely on anyone ever again.Nearly a yearofworking in
every corner of Brockton Brewing Company, from warehouse to pub, front office
to kitchen,teaches
her all she needs to know about the business. Then, she
comes face-to-face with masculine perfection in a suit and her world is rocked
in more ways than one. Garret Hunter is the new Brockton business manager who takes
one look at the beautiful, sad young woman and his entire existence
coalesces around winning her heart.
Butstandingbetween
Garrett and what he believes is his true love, is asix-feet
six-inch blond-haired bad boy brewer.
Eli Buchannan
is a craft beer rockstar, recently hired by Brockton to drag the
company into the 21st century. He brings innovation and attitude plus a
prima donna ladies man reputation. But he'ssworn off
anything resembling commitment,personal or professional, after getting burned at his last job on both
fronts.
Garret Hunter
is“The Perfect
Man”--handsome,
successful, stable, eager to settle down.Eli
Buchannan... is not. Compelling, smoking hot, creative and elusive,
he represents everything Lori Brockton should avoid. But just as she
makes a difficult choice, a drastic life-changing shift occurs, and nothing is
ever the same again.
BOOK
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EXCERPT PG 13 for language:
Lori wrestled open the back brewery
door, ears already ringing from the curses that echoed through the large,
brightly lit room. The brewery boys, and three second brewers stood in a line,
like they were in a marine barracks all looking as nervous as mice observed by
a very hungry cat.
“And who the fuck,” boomed a voice,
“might you be? No one told me there was a girl brewer in this place.”
As a reflex, Lori looked around,
seeking out the girl who’d pissed off the faceless angry voice that must belong
to Eli Buchanan their new master brewer. She’d been instrumental in convincing
her father to hire the guy. He was a brewing celebrity, a genius, temperamental
and prone to quit perfectly good breweries if the mood suited him. He was
exactly what Brockton needed. They had to to get past their staid, complacent
attitude in a rapidly changing craft beer environment.
“Yeah, I’m talking to you. The one
who showed up fifteen minutes late for my morning staff meeting.” She flushed,
frowning at the line of men, many of whom had worked for her father for years
as they shuffled their feet and wouldn’t meet her eyes. “Who the hell are you, and why are you on
my brewery floor?”
She cleared her throat, squared her
shoulders and channeled the anger building in her chest. “I’m Lori. Lori
Brockton. This is the first day of my brewery rotation.” She hated how thin her
voice sounded.
“Your brewery rotation eh?” She
stepped back at the vision that emerged from between towering stainless steel
fermentation vessels. “What is this?
Brewing Day Camp? I’m supposed to babysit the Brockton kids?” He glared at her,
making her blink in the glare of his bright, steely blue gaze. Eli Buchanan was
larger than life. At least six foot five, with long blonde hair held back by a
small piece of leather. Clad in light blue jeans and a Brockton Brewing grey t-shirt, the
span of his shoulders and definition of his torso forced an exhale from Lori’s
lips. He kept quiet as her eyes took him in, from rubber boot clad feet to the
light red hair covering his jaw. “Well? See anything you like?”
“Uh, no, I mean, it’s not camp. I
mean, you are…I’m…” she stuttered, then stopped. The man stood stock still,
glaring as if challenging her. She stood up straighter. “I’m here for the next
six months to learn this part of the business. You know, so I can be your boss
someday.” The man frowned at her. She frowned back.
Then he tilted his head back and
laughed, stepped into her personal space and smacked her ass so hard she
yelped. “I look forward to that day girl Brockton. Yes, I do.” A couple of the
men started forward as if to protect her but she waved them back. This asshole
had another thing coming if he thought she’d be intimidated by him. As much as
she might have been at one point, something about him was as non-threatening as
Garrett, but in a different way—a much more spine-tingling way.
The following ten hours of back
breaking work nearly made her throw in the towel. But after an hour scraping
out the last of a twenty barrel’s worth of wet, heavy spent mash—the leftover
grains from a batch of beer made on their smaller system, she felt sore as
hell, but invigorated. The smells, sounds and sights of this place, the
heartbeat of the entire operation, the reason all three hundred of her father’s
employees came to work every day, this she loved.
“Brockton!” An angry voice behind her
made her jump and turn. Wet, sticky malt grains dripped from her face where
she’d accidently splashed some onto herself as she cleaned out the large
vessel. She swiped at them, smearing even more of the mess across her cheeks.
Without warning, Eli wiped her face with a clean white towel, his touch
surprisingly tender, lingering longer than necessary. But his frown stayed
stuck in place. She stepped away from
him eventhough her body reacted, compelling her to move closer.
“Some guy in a tie is looking for
you,” he jerked a thumb over his shoulder but didn’t move. Lori had no
experience with hypnosis, but she’d swear at that moment he’d done it to her.
They locked eyes, then the sound of harder heeled shoes on the concrete floor
forced her look past him. Garrett’s bright smile was familiar, yet strange in
the highly charged environment.
“I’m actually here to see you, Eli.”
Garrett stuck out a hand and the other man looked at it, glancing over to Lori
then back over before gripping it without a smile. “Glad to have you on board.”
Eli took his hand back, and swiped at
it with the towel he’d used on her face. If he noticed the rude gesture, Garrett
didn’t indicate it in the slightest. Impressed, Lori moved a step closer to him
and glared at the tall, blonde man.
Eli shot her an unfathomable look, but spoke
to Garrett. “Sorry, but no suits in the brewery. Wouldn’t want to get you
messy.” He walked away, waving over his shoulder. “Glad to be on board, boss,
thanks.” The sarcasm dripped from his words like venom. Garrett turned to her,
his handsome face calm, as if the odd exchange with the rude employee had never
happened.
Microbrewery
owner, best-selling author, beer blogger and journalist, mom of three
teenagers, and soccer fan, Liz lives in the great Midwest, in a major college town. Years of experience in sales and fund
raising, plus an eight-year stint as an ex-pat trailing spouse, plus making her
way in a world of men (i.e. the beer industry), has prepped her for life as
erotic romance author.
When she isn't sweating inventory and sales
figures for the brewery, she can be found writing, editing or sweating promotional
efforts for her latest publications.
Her groundbreaking romance subgenre,
“Romance for Real Life,” has gained thousands of fans and followers who are
interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”)
Her beer blog a2beerwench.com is nationally
recognized for its insider yet outsider views on the craft beer industry. Her
books are set in the not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch and
in high-powered real estate offices.
Don’t ask her for anything “like” a Budweiser or risk painful injury.
When
Ashton is left orphaned after her parents are murdered, her life becomes a hell
she could never have imagined. Left to fend for herself, and responsible for a
debt she doesn’t owe, she is swept into a life as a gentleman’s escort at a
private men’s gaming hall. Her new manager makes it abundantly clear he doesn’t
appreciate her inexperience, innocence, and shyness. On the contrary, he
despises everything about her.
Derek can be “difficult,” she’s been told.
And however dark and handsome he may be, he terrifies her in a way that chills
her to the bone, but leaves her begging to understand him. As they are pulled
along together, more secrets and threats than either one could ever conceive
are revealed, and a common enemy emerges. This enemy will stop at nothing to
bring Derek to his knees while using Ashton as the greatest pawn in his
torturous game.
Will Derek be able to let down his shield
of cold, harsh emotion before it’s too late? Will he be able to sacrifice
himself to save Ashton, or will they both be destroyed by the secrets of their
pasts?
Advice to a New Author from a New Author…
by Elizabeth Finn
So take it for what’s it worth! Just kidding.
Even relative newbies, such as I, have something to contribute to this subject.
First and foremost, if you are entertaining the idea of writing in any
capacity, stop the entertainment, get off your tush, and Just Do It – thank you
Nike… I wanted to write for years and
years and years before I finally sat down and saw it through. What I assumed
would be a daunting, insurmountable challenge, turned out to be nothing more
than my fear of failure.
I can’t truthfully say what finally set me on the
road to finally sitting down and knocking out a manuscript. But what I can say,
I’m addicted. Writing has turned in to one of the most therapeutic, rewarding,
and challenging endeavors I’ve ever undertaken. And the publishing aspect at
the end of this journey has been far easier to navigate than I ever imagined it
could be. This is thanks in large part to a great publishing company that has a
great reputation and isn’t shy on supporting its authors and providing
resources that have proven to be incredibly beneficial to a new author – be
that advice, knowledge, or just understanding of the industry.
Here are what I consider the two best pieces of
advice I can give any new author. Take it for what it’s worth… Actually, just
take it. It’s good advice – even if I’m a relative newbie!
Just give it a try – writing an entire book can
seem daunting when you haven’t done it before, and I’ll admit, it shocked the
heck out of me when I looked back and my manuscript was 90,000 words long. Now,
I have four manuscripts under my belt: one published (The Devil’s Pawn), one
releasing on 10/22/2012 (Brother’s Keeper), one releasing on 12/17/2012
(Restoring Jordan), and one that I’m tweaking and will be submitting soon.
Find a good publisher – do your research! I’m not
required to stick with one publisher, but I haven’t yet been given a reason to
go to another. Check out Predators and Editors and other resources out there.
There are some great, reputable publishers out there, but there are also some
less than desirable publishers, so be careful, do your research, and be smart.
But if you take away nothing else, just hear this
– if you love to write, do it. Do it for yourself and see the accomplishment
regardless of the challenges. Writing anything at all is more than the average
person does. Your talent is special, and you are embarking on a unique
journey.
Elizabeth Finn is
a contemporary erotic romance author. Visit her at ElizabethFinnFiction.com to find out more about her
current and upcoming releases or email her at ElizabethFinn77@gmail.com – she’d love to hear from you!
Excerpt:
Once in the fitting room, Derek takes the
chair again while I start to remove my clothes. I intentionally wore ugly,
stretched-out, white cotton underwear that is entirely too big on me in the
event he should be here. My mouth isn’t the only thing that can get me into
trouble—my sarcasm knows no bounds when I’m unhappy.
As he sees the appalling excuse for an
undergarment, his eyes move up to mine, narrowing darkly at my obvious
defiance. I look coolly back at him before looking away dismissively. My anger
and resentment of him from the humiliation he subjected me to the previous
morning, not to mention his treatment of me over the past two weeks, have
charged me into a bold, fiery bitch that no longer cares what retribution I
might face. While my tongue usually gets me in trouble, today I decided to let
my underwear do the talking.
Jacob enters with an armful of dresses for
me to try on, and he cringes as he takes in my defiant granny panties, hated
the world over by men, including, apparently, gay men.
He turns to Derek, and with a scrunched-up
face, he worries out loud. “The dresses aren’t going to lay right over those…”
He tosses a nod in my general direction.
Derek wastes no time at all reassuring
Jacob and striking back at me. “No worries. Ashton was just taking them off.
She won’t be wearing underwear anymore.”
I glare defiantly back at him as I drop the
loose fabric to the floor. He returns the glare for a moment before letting his
gaze travel down my body to my sex, and as it lands there, smoldering with
heat, I turn abruptly from him, intentionally showing him my backside instead.
I look to the mirror in front of me, and I catch his eyes flit away from me in
annoyance. He worries his lip with his thumb and index finger as he
contemplates, and the slightest of smirks crosses over his mouth. Jacob is
standing by looking from one to the other of us, obviously wondering just
exactly what he’s gotten himself in the middle of.
Derek finally looks back to Jacob. “Get on
with it.”
I try on one after the other of the
dresses. Some are perfect; Jacob pins in additional alterations in others.
Derek sits by bored, only glancing up from his cell phone occasionally. One
such occasion is when Jacob remarks that I’m “just not curvy enough for this
one.”
Derek looks up to Jacob, but he shifts his
eyes to mine before commenting, “Yes, well, if you can figure out some way of
making her look female, you let me know.”
Jacob again lets his eyes pass between us,
seeming to wonder all the while what he’s missing. As I hold Derek’s eyes with
my own, my anger falters, and the pain that is behind my fury pushes through. I
try to wrangle my tears into submission, but it’s no use. In defeat, first one,
and then another spills from my eyes and slides down my cheeks. Jacob regards
my state and excuses himself from the room.
I stand on the hemming block in the center
of the room, refusing to look at Derek. But he’s looking at me, and as my hurt
continues to work through my entire body, I let my tongue do what it does best.
“Why do you hate me so much?”
He says nothing, but stands and moves to
me. Reaching around behind me, he pulls the zipper of the dress down, and then,
returning his hands to my shoulders, he pulls the straps down, exposing first
my small breasts, and then the rest of my naked body as it falls to the floor.
He leans in to my ear and speaks. “You
don’t know anything about me.” He then takes me by the hand and pulls me to
stand in front of the mirror, and leaning to my ear once more as I watch him in
the mirror, he speaks gently. “Lean forward and put your palms on the mirror.”
Mallory James doesn’t trust men. How could she when her own father abandoned her twenty-two years ago? Now, when she receives a phone call from a man claiming to have found the body of her father in the Arizona desert, Mallory has no way to find out the truth. For closure, she flies to Phoenix to claim the body.
Mike Malone has more trouble than he knows how to cope with. An environmental group, the Salt River Protection League, has gotten an injunction that prevents his guest ranch from operating. Tired of the battle, his longtime girlfriend has left him, and his friends - all depending on him for their livelihood - are getting desperate. The last thing he needs is the body of desert rat, Skeeter James, in one of his vacant cabins. And Mike really doesn’t need a beautiful woman taking his mind off business.
The minute Mallory reaches the deserted guest ranch things seem odd. Mike’s friends aren’t welcoming, and one in particular, Diana, seems to want Mallory gone. A vial of gold and half a treasure map are the only legacy Skeeter leaves. Before she can have the burial, Mallory is lured into the desert, bucked off a horse sabotaged by a thorn under his saddle blanket and stalked. Although she is falling for Mike, she can’t love a man she can’t trust. At first, Mike is skeptical of Mallory’s claims, but as incidents begin to pile up, he is forced to admit someone is trying to hurt her. But how can they stop what they don’t understand?
Falling in love with romance novels the summer before sixth grade, D’Ann Lindun never thought about writing one until many years later when she took a how-to class at her local college. She was hooked! She began writing and never looked back. Romance appeals to her because there's just something so satisfying about writing a book guaranteed to have a happy ending. D’Ann’s particular favorites usually feature cowboys and the women who love them. This is probably because she draws inspiration from the area where she lives, Western Colorado, her husband of twenty-nine years and their daughter. Composites of their small farm, herd of horses, five Australian shepherds, a Queensland heeler, eight ducks and cats of every shape and color often show up in her stories!
Once again D'ann has knocked it out of the park with a well crafted page turner that keeps you guessing until the very end.
What is Mallory to do when Mike calls her to let her know her treasure hunter father has died. Take up his hunt of course. And who doesn't love a treasure hunt.
There are so many twists and turns that I really had no idea who done it until it was revealed although I had about a gazillion guesses. This book definitely proves that money will make even the best of people do the strangest things.
The chemistry between Mike and Mallory was instantaneous and burns hot through the book. They have a few false starts though and a few people trying to keep them apart. They weather the storm though.
Overall I give this 4.5 out of 5 A wonderful read, I highly recommend it.
Bare Necessities (Brookfield Series
Book Two) by Lacey Wolfe
After years of bad relationships, Ava Miller is
finally living life for herself and isn’t going to let anyone get in the way.
Her dream is to open a lingerie shop, and she has chosen Brookfield, Wyoming as
her new home, where her dreams might just come true. Once she meets the town
sheriff, though, she’s suddenly involved in a flirtatious battle for the right
to open her store.
Seth Hampton is the town’s sheriff, and when Ava
shows up, he’s not sure what hits him. He craves her, yet he can’t stand to
allow that type of shop to open in his small town. However, he isn’t alone.
Someone else wants Ava to leave town. Things take a turn when her shop is
vandalized, and all evidence points to Seth.
Ava isn’t sure what to think. While Seth seems
to be the only one with motives, something inside her believes he would never
do it. Can Ava and Seth figure it out before one of them gets hurt?
Seth greeted her at her door, and as she stepped out, he placed his hand on her
lower back. It was possessive, and at first she wanted to step away, but his hand
soon dropped and she realized he was just being friendly.
In the diner, they made their way to a corner booth. Many of the customers
quieted and watched as she and Seth took their seats. Just like a normal small
town. She was new, and now they were curious. She smiled at everyone. First
impressions were important.
A perky waitress made her way over and took their drink order. The blonde made
flirty eyes at Seth, and Ava couldn’t help but be amused. He was most likely
Brookfield’s number one bachelor. Every woman here probably wanted to tie him
down and have six of his children. Thank God that was the last thing on her
mind.
“So, Ava, tell me a little about yourself,” Seth said.
“Not much to tell, officer.”
Seth’s face lit up again. She enjoyed making him smile.
“Everyone around here loves Julie,” he said. “It’s nice having her home again.
Have you been by to see her and Lila yet?”
“It’s the first thing on my agenda in the morning. I can’t believe how big
Lila’s getting.”
The waitress returned with their drinks and then took their order. Diner food,
what could be better? A nice, greasy sandwich and fries. She was thankful she
wasn’t one of those women who watched her weight.
“So tell me, Ava, what brought you to our lovely town?”
“I’m opening my own business.” Ava took a sip of her soda.
“That’s great. We need some more shops. Let me guess, you’re opening up a
boutique of some kind.”
“Something like that.”
“Rumor has it we have an adult store opening.” He laughed.
Ava froze. What was so funny?
Seth continued. “Whoever that nut job is, I hope they know this town isn’t
having it. We plan on running them out. We have a reputation to keep up.”
The waitress came back, still batting her eyelashes at Seth. Looking at the
food in front of her, Ava was no longer hungry. She dug through her purse for a
ten-dollar bill, set it on the table, and then stood up. Seth gazed up,
confused.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “Did I say something wrong?”
“Yes, you called me a nut job, and I’ve lost my appetite. I thought Brookfield
would be different, but you’ve just shown me how wrong I was.” Ava turned and
started to make her way to the entrance. Once she was outside, Seth came
running out after her.
“You’re the one opening up a sex toy shop,” he said.
Rolling her eyes, she said, “It’s a lingerie shop, and in the back, there just
so happens to be a small adult area. Why I’m explaining this to you, I don’t
know.”
“Well, I hate to tell you, but that shop isn’t opening here.”
Crossing her arms, she glared at him. “Just try and stop me.”
Julie
Miller has returned to her home in Brookfield, Wyoming after
discovering she is pregnant. All she wants is her mother to comfort her after
her boyfriend told her to either have an abortion or leave. The only problem
is, when she gets to her mother’s house, she doesn’t find her mom—she finds a
half-naked man cooking breakfast.
Mark Thomas has moved to Brookfield to escape his past. He needs a fresh start
to try and forget the things that haunt him, and Brookfield seems like the
perfect place.
As if it isn’t bad enough that Julie doesn’t find her mother, a blizzard buries
the town, and she is snowed in with Mark. Leaving them no choice, they begin a
friendship while trying to resist the attraction they feel for one another.
Once the snow melts, Julie is free to leave. Will she choose to start a life in
Brookfield or run back to New York? Meanwhile, Mark struggles to let go of his
past and, if he does, is Julie his future?
About
the Author:
Lacey Wolfe has
always had a passion for words, whether it’s getting lost in a book or writing
her own. From the time she was a child she would slip away to write short
stories about people she knew and fantasies she wished would happen. It has
always been her dream to be a published author and with her two children now of
school age, she finally has the time to work on making her dream come true.
Lacey lives in
Georgia with her husband, son and daughter, their six cats and one black lab
who rules the house.
This was an enjoyable sexy read. I love a woman with gumption and Ava has plenty of it. She doesn't let Seth boss her around no matter how much he wishes she'd just do what he says. This was a great follow up to Finding Home and I find myself hoping there will be more books in the Brookfield series. Overall I give this 4 out of 5 Fun read for a weekend when you just want a little sexy love story.
Carnie Sabatina wants to break her bad habits,
but is a hypnotist really the answer? Enter Doctor McSexy and a trip down the
rabbit hole that not only makes her a believer, but sets her passion on fire.
Is it tempting fate to take control?
Mike Schommer’s love life crashed and
burned when his ex dumped him for his best friend, but can playing with fire
really save his heart? Enter Patient McHottie whose bad habits open a pandora’s
box of secret cravings for hypnotist and patient...
Burning Up
One hypnotic suggestion sends them up in
flames, but will temptation and passion be enough to turn their parlor tricks
into happily ever after?
About
the Author:
Virginia Nelson spends her days chasing
three very active kids around. When she
is not doing this, or plotting taking over the world, she likes to write, play
in the mud, drive far too fast and scream at inanimate objects. She can often be found listening to music
that is far too loud and typing her next fantastic tale of blood, sex and
random acts of ineptitude. Romance, in
Ms. Nelson's opinion, is not about riding off into the sunset on the back of a
horse with the knight in shining armor- it is about riding the dragon. If the knight can keep up… well, that is
love.
As her eyelids fluttered open, a refreshed
sense of peace and energy washed over her, as if she hadn’t stayed up past
three a.m. then got back up at six that morning to meet a deadline.
No, not just refreshed and energized.
Impassioned.
Flicking a glance at the man next to her,
so calm and cool, she knew what she wanted.
I want him to burn like I do.
Never having experienced that kind of
immediate need for someone before, she was at a loss. She normally followed her
impulses but….
I dare.
He smiled at her and it was weighted with
exhaustion. He came across like a nice guy. A really nice guy.
She wanted to see him be a naughty guy.
Practicing powers of seduction she didn’t
even know she had, she adjusted herself on the couch, intentionally allowing
her skirt to ride up.
“Look, I am sorry that the hypnotism didn’t
work on me. I mean, you gave it a shot.” She tossed her hair back, wondering
for a moment how it came down.
His lips curled up slowly. “Thanks for
that.”
“Mmm. I could reward you for giving it a
shot, anyway.”
His brows dropped. “Huh?”
One of her hands dropped to his thigh,
resting on the couch next to her, and she slowly caressed the tight denim. “I mean,
you tried. The least I could do is give you a kiss….”
Sexy Professor Dominick Alvarez has an
infatuation with pretty college girls, but he adheres to his strict policy of
never getting involved with his students. The years of tempting women throwing
themselves at him have taken a toll on the handsome teacher. He wants to give
in, so he requests an evening with a younger woman.
