Guest author @ShariEStories has a new release #SciFi #erotica Read an excerpt

I’m thrilled to be here and have the chance to share my story.  Race to Redemption (Green Rising Book #1) is science fiction romance jam-packed with action, one panty-melting hero, sexy alien races, and a kickass heroine. In the story, a pilot and a doctor race across the desert to prevent a deadly plague while fighting the pull of their own hearts.


A woman who lost everything.
Intergalactic storm racing champion Elaina Carteret had it all – fame, wealth, men – until a horrific accident took it away. To get it back, she agrees to pose as Lainie Carter, medical transport pilot and corporate spy. Her risk-taking attitude infuriates Dr. Erik Johansen, who runs the outpost with an iron hand, a permanent scowl and the tightest bod on the planet.
A man desperate for redemption.
Unable to forgive himself for a past tragedy, Erik works himself into an early grave. He has no patience for the insubordinate Lainie Carter, who can’t take an order, disrupts routine and flames his body to ash.
A planet at risk.
When the outpost is attached, they’re thrown together in a race across the desert to stop a deadly biogenetic weapon As a fragile trust blossoms between two damaged hearts, their pasts resurface and threaten their growing bond.
Be warned:  anal sex, bondage, menage sex, gender neutral characters.

Excerpt

Elaina and Fintarl transferred the meds from the craft to the supply hut. This was her last stop today. Her routes varied daily her first month on the job. Someone was either trying to ramp up her knowledge of the terrain and facilities quickly, or prevent her from finding out too much. The collections of mysteries and snippets of information she’d gathered made her head hurt. All she wanted was a bath to wash away the stink of too much desert driving and a nap to give her mind a few minutes to turn off. Fintarl’s toothy scowl warned her that wasn’t on the agenda.
“Boss man. Want.”
She raised an eyebrow at the Ranharran and took a deep breath before heading to Erik’s office. He kept their exchanges to a minimum during her regular drop-offs at this facility. She was getting under his skin, she knew it. A meeting had to mean she pissed him off somehow. Good. It gave her another opportunity to ramp up the heat. Anger was close enough to lust to wedge open a door.
Shoulders pulled back, head high, she barged into his office. She’d always been good at bravado and she liked to keep him off balance. “Hey farm boy, you wanted me?” She flashed him a flippant smile to push the double entendre right into his face, and all she got was a grimace in return.
I’m only getting started, Dr. Johansen.
Settled on the mud blocks that passed for seats, she arced her back to offer up breasts wrapped to perfection in a tight white tank. The perspiration worked in her favor. It molded the top around her so she was as good as naked, maybe better. Her bare legs, firmed by countless hours in the gym, crossed in front to put all that toned flesh on center stage. Take a good long look, boss man.
Days of beard growth and a rumpled shirt signaled erratic hours and insufficient sleep. It seemed to have gotten worse since the last time she’d seen him. Was it only days ago? The world of secrets and hurt he dragged around on his shoulders was devouring him from the inside out. Why he avoided her when he could benefit from the physical release she offered confused her. He didn’t even have to like her to screw her. Still, he stayed away.
Erik pushed his too-long hair off his face with one hand and a package across his desk toward her with the other. The flicker of lust that darkened his eyes when she ran her hand from breast to thigh, he quickly buried. Droplets of sweat glistened along the carved muscle of his forearms. A tattoo—a yellow sphere sitting on a black line encased in a blue circle—peaked out from his shirtsleeve. Like Saskia. How odd.
“One of my better ideas, yes?”
“Ms. Carter.” Stiff formality. “On the job for a month and you’re already messing with the medical packaging? Until you show me a pharmacology degree, don’t do it again.”
“Seriously, Erik? It’s the Ranharran equivalent of string and paper. No harm done to the medicine, and I can increase the load by thirty percent. The more I move the better for everyone.”
“You’re missing the point.” He enunciated each word like it hurt to say. “The meds are volatile. Any shift, no matter how small… Damn it, Lainie, do you have any idea how dangerous this stuff is? You could get someone killed.”
“I’m trying to save lives.” Her eyes closed, she swallowed hard, trying to keep her frustration from spilling out. A raised voice wouldn’t get her very far. She already tried that. “I don’t get you, Erik. This compound is thirty miles from the Karas border. Your medical supply closet’s always running on empty, the transportation infrastructure on this planet is deteriorating and rumors that the Den Vedran Corporations are arming the Ranharran mercenaries are escalating. With unpredictable storms that can close transit corridors at any time, I’d think you’d welcome ways to move more medicine.”
His faced blanched at one point through her tirade, but was now back to its normal grim. “Not. The. Point. I won’t have my orders questioned by anyone. Without some discipline, I can’t ensure the safety of everyone under my protection. I’ll make it easy. Don’t tamper with my meds, or I’ll get a different pilot.” His lips thinned so tight they trembled. She wanted to kiss them calm after she beat him with a stick.
“You don’t want to get rid of me. Whose face would you use for target practice?” Her voice lowered, forcing him to lean closer. “And whose body would you think about when you jack off in those late hours when you’re crawling for relief?” She was guessing, but the way he struggled to suppress those flashes of longing when she got close to him convinced her she was on the mark.
“You’re trying to annoy me. Okay, it worked. No tampering, no arguments. Meeting over.” He ran his hands through his hair and pulled at the roots. His eyes looked haunted and decades older than his thirty-six years.
This was not about packaging or her rule-breaking proclivities. Whatever he kept sealed down tight was driving him to an early grave. Without thinking, she leaned over the desk and traced a finger along a blond eyebrow. He recoiled like he always did when she touched him.
“Yes, I do it to piss you off. You’re wound up so tight, farm boy, you’re going to snap.” Her finger slid down his cheek to his chin. “Let me in, Erik. I could help you reduce all that tension, but you stay so far away. So I poke.”
She pressed her breast against his arm to make her offer clear. “No commitment required. Just two people trying to get through the long, lonely nights.”
He pulled back. “I said we’re done here.”
She swallowed her anger and flipped him a bow. “Your highness. I’ll visit Sen and Qirta before I head back to Mendasa.”
“No miskberries.”
Sen’s favorite treat were hidden in a secret pocket in her bag. What Erik didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.
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Hello, I'm Shari. By day, I crawl out of bed, mainline coffee, walk the dog, get my kid off to school, hop on the metro, and save cities within the four walls of my office. Usually by email.

At night, the other Shari emerges.  I take off the suit, curl up on the couch and let my imagination play, with words and images until stories take shape (while periodically checking on my teen-ager, hiding out in the bedroom and plotting world domination).  As my alter ego, I save cities in a cape and spangled tights, wander space and time on a surfboard, fly over the Himalayas on feathered wings, make six-toed footprints in indigo talc snow on the sixth planet in the Andromeda galaxy or eavesdrop on Olympian gods while pretending to whip up a bowl of ambrosia.

In all these wondrous worlds, romance and passion blossom. I can't resist a happy ending. And I am particularly prone to writing happy endings for those who have given up on ever getting one. That gives me immense satisfaction. 

Join me on my journey. The best ideas emerge from team work.


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There is always a risk of being burned when you dance with fire #menage #newrelease from @Maiadylanauthor


DANCING WITH FIRE
BLURB:

There is always a risk of being burned when you dance with fire…

Lucabella Strand is tired of waiting for the Firestone playboys to honor her request for a meeting. Raising rents, and hiring a musclebound douche-bag as a building manager to threaten and torment them is not how reasonable landlords treat their tenants. 

Zac and Hayden Firestone have no idea they even own a residential building, and when Bella accuses them of unfair treatment they immediately deny it. Until she shows them her proof.  She leaves both men reeling, but believing that she might be the one meant for them. Seeing her for the second time leaves them in shock.

A misunderstanding and a hidden secret quickly come between them, and finding a way back together proves difficult.  Will taking a chance and dancing with fire lead Bella to a future she had never thought she’d have, or will she be burned by love and left alone?

**erotic romance, MFM, Contemporary, anal sex


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TEASER:
“Fine, I’ll tell you and risk the swelled heads I know it is going to give you both. This past week has been fantastic, and I love that we are getting to know each other slowly. But you have to know that the two of you are pretty potent in the arousal building department, and I have learned that I turn into quite the potty mouth when I am sexually frustrated.”

Zac leaned in with a growl and placed an open mouthed kiss on her neck. “Damn, that is good to hear. I go home every damn night harder than I have ever been, and have to take matters into my own hands, if you catch my drift.”

Bella gasped, her heart rate speeding up.

Hayden growled as he leaned in and pressed a similar kiss on the opposite side of her neck. Bella moaned and dropped her head back, immediately granting them both better access. “Fuck, Bella. Beautiful, beautiful Bella. It’s not our heads that are swelling at your admission.” He reached down and gently took her hand, tugging it gently and placing it in his lap.

“Oh, God,” Bella moaned at the feel of his erection behind the zipper of his suit pants. She squeezed him in her hands, eliciting a groan of approval from Hayden, and wanting to hear Zac, she reached over with her free hand to do the same to him.

“Fuck,” Zac growled against her skin before she felt his teeth pressing gently on either side of the tendon that ran down the side of her neck.

“Baby, we have been giving you time, and if you need more, then we will stop everything right now and back off.” Hayden’s voice was thick with arousal.

Before she could change her mind, or get so lost in them both she ended up naked with them on her damn couch, she pushed to stand up in front of them. The looks of disappointment that filled their expressions morphed quickly to understanding, and Bella felt the last part of her heart, the tiny part she had been holding back from the two of them, become theirs. She was in love with them both.

Completely.

She held out a hand to each of them. “My bed is not big. It’s only a queen size. But I think among the three of us we can find a way to make it work.”
© MAIA DYLAN, EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING, 2016
Author bio:
Maia Dylan lives, loves and works in beautiful New Zealand.  She married her best friend and they have two adorable, but stubborn children who obviously take after their father. 
Maia’s career has featured a lot of travel, and she has filled her time at airports and in the air with books, books and more books.  Her love of erotic paranormal romance has seen her amass a huge library.  She has been an avid reader and lover of ménage romances since she read her first book in this genre about three years ago.
Outside of writing, Maia loves to eat, so she loves to cook!  Her herb garden is legendary, but she still has issues getting tomatoes to grow.  She’s been a performer for years, and has even sung on international stages, she would love to own a classic Ford Mustang one day and of course have the opportunity to race it on a race track without fear of a speeding ticket.
Although ultimately her dream is to be able to write full time on a sandy beach with a Mai Tai at hand, she is quite happy to fit her writing in when she can.  As long as someone reads her books, gets a laugh and maybe come to love her characters and much as she does, then she feels that she is living her dreams no matter what!

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Romantic #snippet and #coverreveal for #MMromance #mystery December 10 release

Wren and Deverel
Genre: MM romance (friends to lovers), erotic MM romance, detective story, mystery, suspense
Words: 42,881 
Blurb:
Lucian Wren and Beau Deverel have always been friends. They think they know everything about each other, but they both hide a secret desire. They’re devoted to each other, but they’ve never revealed the depth of their feelings.
When Lucian starts a private investigation service, and Beau joins him in the fledgling agency, little do they know what a delicious, close encounter on their first case will lead to.
This case is bizarre. Is there a hidden reason the client has chosen their newly formed agency for such an important job?
As Beau and Lucian dive headlong into the mystery, their relationship deepens, and their friendship changes forever.

Erotic, romantic—a friends to lovers, gay mystery, romance.
Releasing on kindle from Encompass Ink December 10
Teaser
Lucian’s gaze traced the planes of Beau’s face. He lingered soaking up the sight of Beau’s enticing lips, and then looked quickly back into Beau’s attractive green eyes. “Sure, but I did work with that PI in Salem during vacations, remember? Hey, Beau, it’ll be easy for you. A couple of week’s solid work and you’ll be licensed. What are you worried about?”

Beau smiled and leaned close. “Now you ask, since you believe in me, not a thing.”

Lucian’s heart flipped. Sometimes, when Beau was near, Lucian had to drive down an urgent need to kiss him. Lucian couldn’t even imagine what would happen if Beau discovered how he felt. He preferred not to dwell on the possible answers. He moved back from Beau’s proximity. “That’s okay then.” Lucian slipped away, and walked to the window of his study, set up in the second bedroom of his waterfront floating home. He opened the glazed door and stepped out onto the rain-drenched balcony.

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2016 Encompass Ink December 10 release

First of the month first chapter #blog #romance #erotic from @evernightpub


Cade’s trying to get over a broken heart when his friend Jack takes him off to a nightclub, named only, The Club. Although at first Cade is shocked by the place he meets Marissa. It’s not long before he and Marissa get together, but under the pressure of expectations from, The Club, and Marissa’s fear of commitment, they’re both running in opposite directions.
Gorgeous Cade has touched Marissa’s heart in ways she doesn’t want to admit.
Lovely Marissa has lifted Cade’s sadness and opened his heart to love again.

The trouble is — someone has to give a little. Who’s it going to be?


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Something strange happened to Cade when Jayne dumped him. Every scrap of confidence he possessed disappeared, just like dew on the grass in a blaze of morning sun. Cade felt scorched. Her parting words still burned in his heart.
“You’re hopeless in bed.”
Cade considered her declaration once again as he stared out with unseeing eyes across the wide expanse of river from his corner office in the prestigious tower block. He put down his coffee cup. “Hopeless.” He said it aloud, tasting the bitterness in the finality of the word. “If she’d said, bad, or not very good, but hopeless, it implies I couldn’t even improve.”
Cade stood and wandered to the huge pane of glass that was the left side of his office wall. He rested his forehead on it and sighed. Today he felt more melancholy than ever. It was his anniversary. One year ago, Jayne had dumped him. The engagement ring she’d pressed into his hand before she swept out of their apartment was still on the bookshelf, where he’d dropped it as tears filled his eyes.
He was ashamed he’d cried, but even now, a year later, he saw the busy road far below as a blur. Cade hadn’t dated since the break-up. At first, he couldn’t because the truth was, he still loved Jayne, and then he couldn’t because he had no confidence that any woman would want him. She might at first, and then when it comes to my hopeless performance in bed, she’ll hightail it quick smart. Cade moved back from the window and saw his breath had made a patch of white on the glass. He wrote the word ‘hopeless’ in the cloud on the window.
There was a knock on the door and Cade spun around. He swiped the back of his hand across his cheek, where a solitary tear lingered.
“Yes.”
His secretary opened the door and walked in a couple of steps.
“Cade, your three-thirty appointment is in the lobby. Will I have him brought up?”
Cade nodded. “Sure, Abbi, and then will you bring coffee, please.” He watched her pretty eyes fill with warmth.
She smiled at him. “I will.”
Cade went to the drawing table in the corner of the office and looked over the design for the client. A smile teased at the corners of his mouth. Cade loved his work. The enjoyment of creating a beautiful building design and seeing it come to life in the hands of the builders never failed to cheer him.
****
Cade dashed into the bistro and saw Jack waving at him from a table halfway across the room. He slowed his pace and joined his old friends. On alternate Thursday nights, he met Jack and Gary for a meal and they caught up on each other’s lives.
Tonight, Gary left around nine to get home to his girlfriend.
Jack waited until the restaurant door closed behind Gary and then he gave Cade a purposeful stare.
“Have you thought over what we talked about last week, Cade?”
Cade took a deep breath. “I know I need something, but I’m not sure it’s that.”
“It might be just the thing, a different way of looking at sex, something to spark you up. I couldn’t go back now. It’s a lifestyle choice, I know, but why not come to The Club tomorrow night? My Sub has asked to prove she can cope with someone watching us. She’s a sweetie.”
Cade looked away from his friend’s sympathetic expression. He turned his coffee cup around and drank the last cool mouthful.
“I thought your private room was always under surveillance.”
Jack grinned. “Audio or visual, or both, should either participant require. It’s not the same as being out there on the floor though. There’s something exotic about having other Doms watching live. It’s all quite civilized. We’re courteous, dress well … have to make sure we’re healthy. It’s not a cathouse or a strip club, Cade. It’s an opulent, well-established lifestyle club. No one does anything they don’t want to. Hell, if I was actually coming, and my Sub said her safe word, I’d stop what I was doing immediately, and check on her welfare. It could be what you need. You could ease into it. How long since you even jerked off?”
Embarrassment flooded Cade. He looked around to check if anyone had heard Jack, but the tables close by had emptied.
Jack continued, “I’m only asking because you told me nothing turned you on anymore. You were loudly lamenting that fact last time we had a few beers.”
Cade went hot and then cold. He’d determined never to have a few beers again after that experience. He made the decision to check out Jack’s club the next night. He’d go there and then that would be it. Jack couldn’t say he hadn’t given the lifestyle a look.
“What time will I meet you tomorrow night?”
Jack smiled. “There you go. Meet me about ten. You know the address and the dress code from my other persuasive chats. Bring that health questionnaire and registration form I gave you, filled in.”

Cade sighed before he nodded in answer. “Okay.”
Copyright Elodie Parkes, Evernight Publishing, All Rights Reserved
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Five stars from A Readers favorite

Elodie Parkes has written a captivating story about a vulnerable man. This is a pleasant change from today’s literature. Where every story is usually about a heartbroken woman, Parkes has given us a man who is broken down and vulnerable. Also, even though you may find this novel in the BDSM category, there isn’t much BDSM in the novel itself. It is purely a love story and the BDSM club and setting are classy and very elegant. Plus, the two leads are endearing and very relatable. I really enjoyed this novel and am looking forward to reading more from Elodie Parkes.


4 and a half stars from Manic Readers

I usually enjoy Parkes’ stories and I loved Rescuing Cade. There are a couple of D/s elements, but very tame, and they take a far backseat to the love story between, Cade and Marissa.
Cade’s self-confidence is at an all time low, because his ex not only dumped him, but delivered a crushing blow to his ego, by telling him he was “hopeless” in bed. He hasn’t had the courage to try bedding any woman since then, and his friend and co-worker has persuaded him to try a BDSM club, hoping he will be able to throw off the disparaging comment about his sexual prowess.
There he meets Marissa, a house Domme, who is intrigued by him. However, Cade is not keen on the D/s dynamic and so the dilemma becomes, can Marissa settle for changing her entire lifestyle? Can Cade? Will love win out, or will lifestyle?
I liked these two, and hated the ex for devastating Cade like she did. Most men could stand to learn a thing or two about lovemaking, but “hopeless” seems too hurtful. However, it is that very remark that forms the basis for the entire story.

I think you’ll like the hero’s journey here, and identify with the dilemma these two face as they try to be together.

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