Today I welcome Jacey Holbrand to the blog with her #newrelease 'Charmed' from the #series 'The Glorious Guild of Lady Windsurfer'

Thank you for having me on your blog! I’m happy to be here today to let your readers know about my newest release, ‘Charmed’, from my series, The Glorious Guild of Lady Windsurfer. The heroine of the story is here to talk about her top five reasons for wanting to get off Earth.

Greetings readers! My name is Charm, and like my author, I’m happy to be here today. I live in the future in a world that is vastly changed from what you all know. There have been terrible wars and environmental disasters. Tent communes have sprung up in major cities everywhere. This is the setting I grew up in. My top five reasons for getting off Earth are: the wars—I’m tired of all the fighting; the government oppression—if you’re poor, you’re stuck living in substandard conditions; the employment situation—it’s bloody hard getting a job that can make a difference, change a person’s class status and get them out of the tent communes; travel—I’ve been around what’s left of the US and it’d be nice to see something new; if I get off the planet I can find a partner to love and grow old with.

Charm knows how to get what she wants, but when faced with opposition, she tends to make bad choices. After a plan to subdue a Rullix goes wrong, Charm forces her way into two Auraths’ lives. They have a ship after all and can help her escape Earth and the Rullix.
Step-brothers, Thorne and Wade, are discussing Earth and mates when Charm dives into their presence. Each man believes her to be the partner he’s been waiting for. The men allow her passage in their spaceship, but are shot down by the Rullix and crash in a canyon.
Charm finds them sanctuary, yet even in the middle of nowhere, she still gets into trouble. Thorne and Wade have to figure out how to travel to Aurath before Charm’s bad choices lead to their demise.

Now, almost fifteen years later he had the rank of Captain, along with Wade, and they both were looking to be promoted to Commander. No one was going to call him weak. Not even his family.
“As you know, I have always had balls. I just choose not to show them all the time. Do not challenge me here.” Most times their relationship was just like this—volatile—but when the serene, quiet moments happened, he could almost hear Wade’s soul and knew the wealth of love that resided there for him and the family.
Wade slapped him on the back. Hard. Thorne shot a quick glare at him. Wade chuckled. “I am messing with you. You have been wound very tight lately. More than usual. What weighs on your mind?”
Thorne folded the paper and laid it beside his half eaten plate of food, realizing he’d lost his appetite during their conversation. “As you pointed out earlier, I ‘have’ said many times I have felt our mates would appear, and yes, we are still mateless.” He picked up the knife, flipped it and then moved his wrist to and fro, mindlessly practicing weapon control. The metal glinted in the sunlight sending bright beams into the crowd aimlessly milling about.
“I know I have sensed one before in New York City, in Florida, here in Las Vegas. So why have we not met?” Thorne jerked his head up. A slow sizzle spread through him, and his gut clenched. He looked out into the throng of unkempt people passing by the restaurant. The sizzle quickened, reminding him of the time he’d first made contact with his stepbrother. Wide eyed and with an open mouth, he stared at Wade.
Wade’s stern countenance turned to one of concern. “Thorne? What is it?”
Before he could reply, a barefoot woman, clad in rags across her breasts and in a short, matching skirt, crashed through the line of people and headed straight for them.

Book Information
Genres: Sci-Fi, Futuristic, Menage (MFM), Erotic, Steampunk
Heat Level: 4
Word Count: 35, 400
ISBN: 978-1-77233-153-0
Editor: Karyn White
Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs
Be Warned: menage sex (MFM), anal sex

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Jacey Holbrand believes love comes in all forms and should be celebrated. She’s committed to her muse and writing so she can share those kinds of stories with readers.
‘Hot days. Sexy nights. Come play in her world.’
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From Evernight Publishing erotic romance 'Rescuing Cade' releasing soon #MWTease #comeandgetyourlove

Welcome to Mid-week Tease #MWTease
Rescuing Cade February release from Evernight Publishing

Cade’s trying to get over a broken heart when his friend Jack takes him off to a nightclub, named only The Club. Although Cade’s 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?
Read the tease:
When he found her in the kitchen, she trembled under his questioning gaze and at the way he looked. His thick dark hair was messed up making him look so cute, and his shirt hung open showing his smooth muscled chest. He was a sweet temptation, but she threw a harsh look at him as he tried to reach her for a hug. “I won’t take you as my Sub. I won’t train you. Please find another Mistress. I’ve called The Club and they expect to meet and help you when you return there. You’ll need to call ahead. Please leave now.”
She watched as Cade recoiled from this onslaught. He blinked and pain flickered in his eyes. “I want to be your Sub. I don’t want anyone else.”
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2015 Evernight Publishing

Siren author, Suzette Rose Calder, visits with her Menage , Claiming Hope, paranormal erotic romance #shifters

Claiming Hope
[Book 2 of the Wolves of River’s Bend series]
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, shape-shifters, HEA]
Hope Davis kicked her scumbag husband to the curb in hopes of starting a new life. Too bad she’s forgotten how to truly live. While on a trip to visit family, she meets brothers Adam and Levi Black, two gods among men, who save her from a vicious attack. Deciding to take a chance after years of playing it safe, Hope indulges in an incredible night of passion with the brothers before the two reveal a terrifying secret. Not only are they both wolf shifters, but she’s their fated mate. 
Fate outdid itself when it brought Hope to Adam and Levi. She’s perfect for them, and they’ll do anything to show her what real, lasting love feels like. But life is far from simple in the shifter territory of River’s Bend, and Hope is gun shy. Can they protect her from criminals hunting her and win her heart? Will Hope find the courage to love again?
A Siren Erotic Romance


They’d coaxed her into the living room to discuss whatever it was they had to tell her. Hope had insisted on getting into her clothes first, but decided she’d better listen before she took off. Whatever it was seemed pretty heavy. Adam and Levi had wanted her to sit between them on the big, cushy sofa, but Hope had refused, picking one of the armchairs. If she didn’t like what they had to say, she wanted to be in position for a speedy getaway. Besides, sitting between them would only make her hormones go wacky again. Even sitting across the room from them, it was hard to keep her mind off sex.
Adam sat forward on the couch in just a pair of cutoff shorts, looking powerful and sexy as hell, yet nervous at the same time. He pinned her with another look that excited her fight-or-flight response. She wanted to either run like hell or strip and beg him to take her again.
“Okay,” Adam began. “What we have to say is going to shock you, but all we ask is that you keep an open mind and hear us out before you say anything.”
She cringed. “Oh, no. Please, please don’t tell me one of you is married. Or both of you?”
Levi shook his head. “No. Nothing like that.”
“Look. Just spit it out. All of this build up is making me nervous.”
Adam cleared his throat. “Well, for starters, we want you in our bed every night, Hope. You’re our fated—our mate. This was never about a one-night stand for us.”
“Alrighty then.” Hope stood up. She’d had enough, and this sounded like the beginning of some bad joke. She wasn’t at all interested in hearing the punch line. “Last night was…nice. And I appreciate everything you did for me. But I’ve got to go.”
“Please, sit down, Hope,” Adam said.
Despite the polite please, it sounded like a command and Hope’s knees bent of their own accord. She had to fight the impulse to obey him.
“All I’m asking is that you hear us out.”
“Um…No. I’m leaving. Give me a call, okay?” Hope had no intention of taking their calls, but she wanted to make her exit as politely as possible. She didn’t bother waiting for an answer and instead strode purposefully out of the room, swiping her car keys from the kitchen counter on her way to the door. They’d lost her at “fated mate.” She didn’t believe in fate, and that wording had thoroughly weirded her out.
“Hope! Stop.” Adams voice, commanding as it was, brought her to a grinding halt, and she stopped and turned around, annoyed at both them and her ridiculous need to obey. They’d stood to follow her.
“You have ten seconds to say whatever it is, and then I’m out of here. Just stop right there and tell me whatever it is that’s so important, or I’m gone.” In spite of herself, and as crazy as it was, she wanted to hear what was critical enough to cause such dramatic behavior.
“We’re wolves, Hope. We’re wolf shifters,” Levi said.
At first, Hope couldn’t move. All she could do was look from Levi’s face to Adam’s, shocked at how serious they looked. They weren’t playing some sick, stupid game. They believed they were wolves. The hysterical laughter threatened to bubble up again, but Hope squashed that shit back down and broke for the door, running for all she was worth from the madmen she’d willingly bedded last night.
She made it to the door and wrenched it open, lunging through it, dropping her keys on the ground like some ditzy woman in a bad horror movie. They burst through the door after her, but when she glanced back at them, they’d slowed to a walk. She could feel their eyes on her as she dashed toward the car she no longer held the keys to and came to an abrupt halt, unsure what her next step should be. She wasn’t too keen on being chased through the woods, so as they walked toward her, she furiously searched the ground for a weapon.
All she could find was a rusty old shovel. She made a dash for it, picking it up and brandishing it with what she hoped was a threatening posture. “Stay the hell back! I’m just going to get my keys and leave. We’ll forget this ever happened. I won’t say a word to anyone.”
“Fuck,” Adam said to Levi. “She’s afraid of us.”
The only saving grace was that they stopped moving toward her, so, keeping them in her line of vision, she arced a wide circle back toward the porch, climbed the stairs, and bent to retrieve her keys, all while keeping the shovel at the ready. She saw the men exchange a look, and just as her fingers grazed her keys, Adam changed right before her eyes.
Levi looked at her with a mixture of trepidation and sympathy. “Proof, baby.”
Hope screamed and dropped the shovel, barreling back into their house and locking the door behind her. She wasted no time in snatching up the phone she’d seen on the table in the kitchen, grabbing a large knife from the counter, and sprinting to barricade herself in the guestroom. She dialed 911 as soon as she was inside, fingers shaking and tears falling as her mind turned over and over what she’d just seen. In Adam’s place had stood a huge wolf with thick black fur, and some of the bluest eyes she’d ever seen. Blue, just like Adam’s.
“911. What’s your emergency?”
As was to be expected, the 911 operator didn’t believe a man had just turned into a huge black wolf with blue eyes, but she claimed a unit was on its way anyhow. Hope told her to send two. Then she dialed her sister.
“Hello?” Sarah answered on the third ring, sounding altogether too normal for what was turning out to be a nightmarish morning.
Hope could barely force the words out. “I called the police. You won’t believe what just happened. I have to get out of here.” She twisted her free hand in her hair, which was still tangled from last night’s fucking. “Oh shit, Sarah. He…he turned into a wolf!”

Read an ADULT EXCERPT (has anal play)

“Let’s show her we know how to share, Levi.”
Hope swallowed, her heart speeding up and her nipples hardening at his words. Adam took a step closer and Levi circled around behind her, their body heat warming her before they even touched her. Her clit throbbed in anticipation, but she held up a hand to stop them.
“One more thing.” It was all she could do to continue talking, when they looked ready to fall on her like starving animals and she so richly wanted to be their meal. “This…tonight…the time that I’m here. None of this…not the kisses, not the sex, none of it is going to change how I feel. I need you to understand, really understand that this is only temporary. After my sister’s joining, I’m going back to my normal, sane life.”
They both growled, causing her to jump in surprise. Adam’s expression darkened. “We’ll see.” He deftly reached between her legs and under her bikini bottoms to cup her wet heat. “Now...bed.”

* * * *

“You don’t ever have to worry about jealousy between us, Hope. We’ve been sharing since we were pups. It’s like this, I know how badly Levi needs to feel your breasts in his hands.” Adam reached up, abandoning her pussy and making her whimper at the loss. He pulled her bikini top down, watching her breasts spill out of it.
Levi took her bare breasts in his big hands, kneading them. “And I know how badly Adam wants to taste your pussy since he didn’t get to last night.” He used his knee to nudge her legs further apart.
Adam dropped to his knees in front of her. “I know Levi will want to taste you, too, so after I make you come, I’ll make sure he gets his turn.” He spoke with his lips just a hair away from her pussy, and Hope couldn’t keep still. She could hardly wait.
Levi kissed the back of her neck, shifting his hands to tweak her nipples. “And I know Adam wants to bury his cock inside you and fuck you until you shake and scream in his arms. But, we both want that, so just as the last tremors of the orgasm he gives you subside, I’ll bury myself inside you and fuck you until you come all over again, screaming my name this time.”
The first touch of Adam’s tongue on her pussy made her jump and moan, but Levi held her tightly, steadying her when she thought her knees would buckle. Adam licked her slit, tongued all around her entrance and then lapped at her already throbbing clit.
Levi continued talking, speaking into her ear and letting her feel the hardness of his cock from behind. “I need to feel your gorgeous lips wrapped around my dick, and I know Adam wants to feel your tongue loving his balls. And soon, when you’re ready, we’ll both take you at the same time. Adam deep in your pussy and me right here.” He pushed a finger between her ass cheeks and circled her anus, rubbing her there. “We know how to share, baby. All you have to do is relax and let us.”
Hope could manage no argument. Adam’s tongue did amazing things to her pussy, lapping wetly against it, then circling her clit again and again. She moaned and arched her back, overcome with the sensations they provoked as they simultaneously touched her. Her mind replayed their words again and again, and as Adam pushed two fingers inside her pussy and Levi inserted what felt like just the tip of one of his fingers in her ass, she wondered what it would feel like to have them both pushing into her at the same time. The image ramped up her desire until Adam hit an incredibly sensitive spot inside her pussy, bringing her to the brink and then fastening his tongue and lips on her clit to push her over it.

* * * *

The taste of his mate’s pussy intoxicated and energized him. He no longer felt tired or cared about anything other than feeling her velvety walls clutching at his cock. He met Levi’s eyes and the man understood him perfectly.
“Baby, get on your hands and knees,” Levi said, sitting on the edge of the bed and guiding her between his knees.
She was flushed, smelling of arousal and release, and Adam held himself tightly in check while she complied, only hesitating for a second. He wanted to push into her and ride her fast and hard, but at the same time, he wanted to make love to her slow and easy. It was crazy, but she both brought out his tender side and made him want to rut like an animal.
He quickly shed his swim trunks and kneeled behind her, bending to kiss the small of her back. He bit her ass cheeks, then gripped the firm, round mounds in his hands, allowing his cock to slide between her legs and caress her pussy.

About the author:
 Suzette Rose Cauler has loved books (all types really) for as long as she can remember. As a child, she'd get lost in books for hours, using a flashlight to read under the covers long past bedtime. She read her first romance novel as a preteen and was immediately hooked by the swoon-worthy heroes and daring, spunky damsels. Though her reading tastes have definitely matured, Suzette continues to enjoy romance novels, especially those of the erotic, paranormal, fantasy, or historical variety. She writes almost as voraciously as she reads and typically falls head over heels in love with her heroes.
Though everyday types of romantic situations do appeal to her, stories that include adventure, intrigue, or danger have always made Suzette's heart go pitter patter. If they incorporate some science fiction too, she is even happier. You'll find elements like these in most of her stories as well as strong heroines who can fight their own battles but sometimes enjoy letting someone else take the lead.
Suzette lives on the East Coast with five special people who help keep her spirit young and her imagination fresh.

Canadian author Susanne Matthews is my guest today with 'The Price of Honor' a #historical #paranormalromance new release

The Price of Honor

What price is a woman willing to pay to restore a man’s honor?
When her husband is falsely accused of treason and murdered, Isabelle de Caen vows to find those responsible and see justice done. Of royal descent, Isabelle is stunned when the king orders her hasty marriage to one of his favorites, a man she detests. To save herself from a fate too awful to contemplate, she disobeys the king’s edict and commits treason of her own to find the truth.
Childhood friend, Guy Poirier, an aristocrat in New France, has always loved Isabelle. When he discovers her hiding in his cabin aboard ship, he agrees to hide her from her fiancé and help her clear her husband’s name. It doesn’t take them long to realize there’s more at stake here than her husband’s murder. With the fate of the colony in their hands, can Isabelle and Guy prevent a war and find love in the new world? 

The Price of Honor is available from Amazon  and/or Solstice

About Susanne Matthews:
Susanne Matthews was born and raised in Eastern Ontario, Canada. She’s an avid reader of all types of books, especially those with a happily ever after. In her imagination, she’s travelled to foreign lands, past and present, and soared into the future. A retired educator, Susanne spends her time writing and creating adventures for her readers. She loves the ins and outs of romance, and the complex journey it takes to get from the first word to the last period of a novel. As she writes, her characters take on a life of their own, and she shares their fears and agonies on the road to self-discovery and love.
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Excerpt from The Price of Honor
Isabelle sat in the coach stunned by the intensity of Guy’s kiss and her reaction to it. Never in her life had she felt such hunger, such desire, such need. The comtesse was wrong. There was fire inside her. It just took the right man to ignite it, and Guy was that man.
Pierre’s kisses had been gentle, his love-making sweet and pleasant, but it had never evoked the level of yearning she’d just felt in Guy’s arms. She raised her fingers to her swollen lips, still warm from his. She could still feel him there, taste him, and the cravings he’d initiated continued to burn within her.
She’d almost forgotten herself in his arms, given herself to him shamelessly, but a sudden stab of guilt had forced her to pull away. How could she be such a wanton scarcely three months after her husband’s death? Had she no shame? What must Guy think of her—not only a recent widow, but engaged to marry another man—behaving like a brazen courtesan? It was true she’d spent very little time with Pierre, but she did love him, even if that love seemed lukewarm compared to the emotions raging through her now. Love? No—this had to be lust, and she should be ashamed of herself.
As guilty as she felt about it, she sat back and closed her eyes trying to relive the experience. She might have asked to be kissed, but Guy had been a willing participant. Was he feeling guilty too, or did men feel such things? She’d been told men’s needs were different from women’s; they were more primeval, more blatantly physical. Guy had certainly been moved physically. She’d felt the bulge of his desire against her. Surely, this had to be more than lust.
Guy was a friend. He’d cared for her once. She’d found the violets he’d given her that long ago summer in the book of Spanish poetry her mother had given her. A book she’d hidden with the things she’d take with her today. Would he understand her act of treason? Isabelle pulled herself together. She’d succeeded in the first step of her plan. Not one man on that dock wouldn’t remember her. The kiss, given behind the carriage in the shelter of the door had been something special and private—a gift to herself in case her plan didn’t succeed. She’d learned valuable information from Guy—information to ensure the success of her escape. She knew the layout of the ship, the exact location of Sophie’s cabin, and had the perfect solution for getting back to Le Havre undetected.
Isabelle was out of the carriage and running into the lodge the moment the coach came to a halt. She sobbed loudly, thinking of Sophie and Guy, and how she’d feel if her plan failed, and she never saw either of them again. Any of the staff seeing her run by would think her heart was broken. She slammed her bedroom door shut. She had a lot to do, and the last thing she needed was to be interrupted.
The knock on the door was unexpected, and Isabelle started. The moment the door closed behind Murielle, Isabelle jumped off the bed. “Oh, Murielle, you scared the daylights out of me. The plan has to work; I’ll die if it doesn’t. I can’t marry the chevalier—not now, not ever.” 

Only a few weeks to Valentine's Day so #SexySnippets comes from a yummy Valentine love story

Sexy Snippets are seven sentences, taken from a work in progress, or published book, brought to you every Sunday. (Authors you can join at )

Did you know it's only just over three weeks to Valentine's Day?
Today's snippet comes from my valentine story, The Flower Box

Alice longs for love. Oliver wants to give her flowers and candy until he thinks she has another lover. Will his jealousy drive him away from Alice or straight into her arms?
Here's the #sexysnippet with one of my favorite heroes, Oliver.

         The sex with Alice closed his eyes with a fog of lust. Ripples of sensation flowed through his thighs and balls. His cock throbbed and pulsed as she rubbed her clit against his fingers. She was so wet his hand slid and two fingers filled her pussy. He rubbed her clit with his thumb. He left his lips against hers and they grazed his.
         Fucking hell. 

Copyright Elodie Parkes, Hot Ink Press

Hot new release from April Zyon and Evernight Publishing, 'Fated Love' Massey Texas 8 #eroticromance

Brandy Carver was living her dream of making clothing for real, every day women. When she gains the wrong kind of attention from a man that doesn’t have “no” in his vocabulary there’s only one action to take—returning home where she’s safest, and where she can finally breathe once more. 

Anthony “Crank” Romero, former Marine turned gentleman farmer, is willing to admit he’s a bit of a ladies man. The truth is he’s only looking for the right woman. Finding her when she’s got trouble on her tail wasn’t his plan, but he’s not about to argue when he’s tasked with keeping her safe. 

Discovering Brandy’s interests in the bedroom makes Crank realize they are perfect for each other. Knowing he can’t let her go, not when she’s his perfect other half, he’ll do whatever is necessary to ensure that they have a chance at their fated love.

WARNING: Anal Play


His phone ringing brought him out of the workout zone he’d fallen into. It also nearly caused him to drop the weight on his own foot. Thankfully, he managed to catch it—just.

Grabbing up his phone, Anthony frowned at the caller ID. “Crank here,” he said.

“That’s creepy, dude, stop that,” Rhys Hollister said to him.

He couldn’t have stopped the grin if he’d wanted to. “Crank does whatever Crank wants.” He knew how much the third person speak irritated Rhys. It was half the reason he did it around his former CO.

“I will beat you within an inch of your fucking life, Tony.”

Snickering, he let it drop and eased to sit on the workout bench. “What’s up, boss man?” he asked in all seriousness.

“I need to ask a favor, and yes, this will be on me.”

“Okay, what do you need?” he asked cautiously. While he’d do anything for Rhys, or the other men from his unit, that particular phrasing had him slightly worried and mildly curious.

“You may recall the Carvers took a hit the other day.”

Yeah, he did. “The youngest was killed, wasn’t she?” he asked quietly.
“So we all thought. Turns out it was a decoy she’d hired to keep the psycho who thought he owned her off her tail while she made her way home. Only the guy, a Colton Brody, got to the woman who was using Brandy’s name, cards, and so forth.”

“Son of a bitch,” he breathed out. “Was she dating the guy or something?”

“One date from what Brant and Frank told me. The guy latched onto her and isn’t the sort to let her go. He’s highly possessive from all the pieces of information we’ve gathered. He also is part of the NYPD family. His father’s a cop, his father’s father, and so forth. They have huge history with the force.”

“And cops protect cops,” Anthony said. Yeah, he knew how that went. The mythical Blue Line wasn’t really all that mythical if you went head to head with a cop. All you ended up with was an entire force out to get you. Not good.

“Yeah. She’s filed paperwork with IA up there, but says that anything against the Brodys tends to magically disappear if it isn’t misfiled, or incorrectly filled out. Funny how that shit tends to happen with the most rotten of the bunch.”

Rhys sounded pissed. Perfectly understandable from Anthony’s point of view. “I take it that Brant’s going to do something with his connections?” It was his baby sister, after all. Of course the man would do something.

“Yeah, and Frank as well. Not quite sure what that particular Carver has planned. Quite frankly, I don’t think I want to know. I like the plausible deniability of things when it comes to shit like that.”

Something else Anthony understood fully. Snorting out a laugh, he rubbed a hand over his head. “So what do you need from me?”

“They need someone to help keep a watch on her. While they are busy digging into Brody’s life, his family’s lives, and everything else to do with them on top of the NYPD, they need someone to protect her.”

“Guard dog duty then,” he said.

“More or less, yeah. It’ll be more than that. Oh, and I should mention Theresa’s fully on board with this. It was her suggestion, actually. Mostly I think because she knows her own boys and how overprotective they can get.”

“Smothering is the word you’re looking for, Rhys.”

“Shut up,” he muttered.

He grinned. Rhys was a big brother as well, so he damn well knew the point Anthony was trying to make. Especially since Rhys’s own baby sister was married into the Carver clan. To Brandy’s twin no less.

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Sci-Fi romance today on the blog from author Belle Whittington and 'Monarch' #giveaway

Blair Reynolds was born to rule. Worlds, that is. Destined to reign over an ancient intergalactic race, it may seem her fate is written in the stars. But she’s willing to risk it all for another chance to spend forever with her true love – even if it means traveling through time and space to the other side of the universe.

As far as Ash is concerned, Blair's happily-ever-after involves him, not the mere mortal with whom she seems so infatuated. She was bequeathed to him by her father, and Ash will go to any lengths to keep Blair and her true love apart.

And Ash isn’t the only one.

Deep in the jungles of Brazil, where tribal drums call to Blair and her true love, other forces carry out dangerous secret plans.

However, Blair has secrets of her own … secrets so lethal she dares not even remember them.
Secrets so painful they could ruin everything.

Because some secrets kill.
READ an excerpt

I struggled with the buttons on my shirt as I stumbled up the sloping floor, holding on to the armrests and backs of seats trying to reach our row.  All the lights in the cabin were out making it easy to see the brilliant flashes of lightning and electricity pinging around the outside of the plane among a halo of bright light.  Then, as quickly as the plane had plummeted from high above the clouds, the pilot was able to stop the sharp descent and get control once more. 
People were wailing, children were crying, and a man three rows in front of us was throwing up in a barf bag.  The lady across the aisle from us crossed herself and then tightened her seatbelt.
Andrew refused to let me sit next to Everett, insisting that he sit between us.  When I protested, he lost his temper and spoke through gritted teeth, “Look around you, Sis.  There’s a plane-load of people who just saw their lives flash before their eyes.”
“Take it easy.  It’s not her fault,” Everett interjected.  Andrew refused to turn around and acknowledge him.  I started to protest again, but he cut me off and continued.
“I told you both to control yourselves, didn’t I?”  His face was flushed with anger, covered in an expression I’d never seen on my brother’s face.  “You won’t be happy until you kill us all, will you?”
“That’s enough, Andrew!” Everett grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him out of my face.
But it was too late.  The damage had been done.  It would have been better if he’d have hit me.  Instead, he’d ripped my chest open and tore out my heart.  And I knew … I knew … my lip quivered as I looked away … because I knew my brother blamed Dad’s and Aaron’s deaths on me.  He blamed Mom’s disappearance on me, too.  He’d laid it all on my shoulders.
And I felt the weight drop on me as he spoke those last words.
I was trapped on that plane, with no way to run from the guilt and shame.  I stood and looked around for a place to go.  Andrew grabbed me by the wrist and ordered me to sit down. 
Then something came over me.
Perhaps it was anger at myself or maybe it was because I was mad at him.  Perhaps it was the alien side of me.  Or maybe it was the voice that had grown stronger within me over the past few hours that had reminded me of who I really was— Queen … Monarch … a royal alien princess who was once born to alien parents who’d both inherited their thrones through birthright and royal blood. 
I calmly cocked my head to the side, looked my brother in the eyes, and said, “Do you know who you’re speaking to?” I felt my nostrils flare and my breath quicken as the words wound their way up my throat and across my tongue, refusing to be silenced by my heart.  “I was born to rule worlds.  Don’t you ever forget that!”


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‘He was everything she needs and everything she can never have.’

Meticulous planning sees Ivy half way across the world, with a new identity.  But Blake is no ordinary ex-husband, he is a corrupt private investigator with links to London’s underworld. 

Eric Prescott, a handsome and successful property developer knows Ivy is hiding something, and from someone.  At first Eric only wants to help, but soon finds himself falling for this beautiful woman with the haunted eyes. In one night of explosive passion, Ivy finally gives in.  And discovers love, the way it’s meant to be.

Ivy finally dares to believe she is free, but soon faces losing all that she has come to love the day when her ex-husband is released from jail. She knows it is only a matter of time before he will return to serve the full force of his deadly vengeance. 


At precisely seven o’clock, the intercom sounds, and I press the button allowing access to the inner building. I cross the room to unlock the latches on the front door, leaving it slightly ajar.
Dashing back into my bedroom, I grab my clutch, phone and lip gloss. Quickly, I apply a light spray of my favorite perfume. When I return to the lounge, the front door is closed but the room is empty.
The picture on the wall is now hanging straight.
My heart gallops irregularly in my chest as I realize I didn’t check that it was Eric before I pressed the button.
Could Blake be here?
Breathe. In … out … in … out. I order myself to calm. The horror of my marriage with Blake returns in a single, sickening rush. What will he do when he finds me?
“Hello?” I call out, but my voice is raspy, barely a whisper.
I desperately hope for Eric’s easygoing greeting to ring out, but there is nothing but silence. My blood runs cold, and I can’t breathe.
My mobile slips from my shaking fingers. The thud as it hits the floor startles me out of shock, and I bend down to retrieve my phone. My lifeline.
Gripping my bag tightly, I estimate there are ten steps to the door. Silently I take the first few steps. On my fifth step, a shadow moves to my left, and I bolt the last distance and fling the door open with enough force that it bounces off the wall. I run to the elevator instead of the stairs, hoping it will be faster.
I jab frantically at the button. The screen indicates it has just left the ground floor.
It’s not going to arrive in time. I bounce up and down on the spot. Do I have time to take the stairs?
I’ll have to run past my front door to get there. Can I even run down the stairs in these shoes? I won’t have time to take them off; they have tiny buckles. Irrational thoughts flood through my mind, and I imagine myself stumbling and falling down the stairwell, only to land in a crumpled heap at the bottom.            
Hurry up, damn it. The elevator has reached the second floor. There are six more to go.
Perhaps I should take the stairs?
“Ivy.” The voice permeates the fog of panic in my mind. It doesn’t sound like a sword being drawn out of a scabbard, sending cold shivers down my spine. It sounds soothing, like a cup of warm chocolate. The voice is calling for Ivy, not Sarah.
My mind blanks, and slowly, I turn towards the voice. The elevator rings, signaling its arrival. I can escape now. I look at Eric’s concerned face and realize there is no need to run. He puts a bottle of wine and a glass down on the ground just inside my apartment door and stands in front of me, grasping my shoulders.
“Ivy, are you okay? What is it?”
I realize how I must appear, like a wild animal that has just been through the throes of a chase from a predator. Eric pulls me to him in a powerful crush.
“Jesus, you are shaking like a leaf.” He runs a hand up and down my back, and I can hear his heartbeat, strong, calm, and reassuring through his chest.
Relief that Eric is here and not Blake, hits me with a powerful rush. Pulling away, I try to stand, but my knees wobble then buckle beneath me. When I hit the cold floor, I start to cry from the reminder that this is still far from over.
I still live with extreme fear that Blake will find me. And of what will happen when he does.
Strong arms lift me and through my sobs, and I hear the door shut. Finally, I begin to quiet enough to hear his soft, soothing words murmuring against my hair.
As my strength begins to return, I wriggle out of his arms. “Did you straighten that picture?” I demand.
Eric shrugs. “It was crooked.”
“Well, don’t … just don’t touch my things, all right?”
“Okay.” His face falls, and I immediately feel bad. He can’t possibly know that every day for years I lived with Blake’s obsessive compulsion to have things absolutely straight, and ordered the way he wanted it, right down to the cutlery in the drawer and the type of food we kept in the fridge.
I glance uneasily over to the vertical strip on the kitchen blind, and a shiver rolls down my spine. I still think I would have noticed it at some point before tonight. I have been living here for months now.
I can’t shake an instinctual feeling that he has been here, and it’s what caused my apparent over-reaction tonight. No matter how hard I try I can’t dislodge the thick and heavy sense of foreboding that has settled over me.
“Can you tell me what put that look of terror on your face and caused you to run for your life just now?”
My eyes take in the bottle of wine and empty glass on the floor. I realize Eric probably went straight to the kitchen when he arrived, casually straightening the picture on his way past. I cringe at how I must appear to him.
“You thought it was him. You thought he found you.” It wasn’t a question, but I nod anyway, not trusting myself to speak past the constriction in my throat.
“And the picture, straightening it is something he would do.”
Once again, I nod yes, and tears roll silently and unchecked down my cheeks.
“Oh Eric, I am so sorry.” A huge sob escapes, resounding loudly in the small room. I look away as embarrassment heats my cheeks.
“Sweet Jesus, what has that bastard done to you?”

 Evernight Heat Level:            3
 Warnings:                   Bondage

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Athena Daniels is the pseudonym of a wife, mother and business partner who takes any opportunity she can get to disappear into the world of fantasy.  When not reading she writes romantic suspense.  Hot, steamy romance where complicated and damaged characters are thrown together in suspenseful drama. 
One day, she hopes to fulfil her dream to write full time.  In the meantime, she hopes you enjoy her debut novel, Desperate.  If you follow the scent of coffee and chocolate, you will find her busy working on the sequel. Desperate: The Price of Freedom
The first novel of a new series, Sage will be coming in 2015.  It’s a steamy romantic suspense with a paranormal twist.