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Book Spotlight: Quakes @rlugolini


Title: Quakes
Author: R.L. Ugolini
Genre: New Adult, Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 3, 2015


Only the desert would know…

Dr. Malcolm Reid goes out on his seismology expeditions alone, and he likes it that way. The fewer warm bodies he’s responsible for bringing home alive, the better.

When the mentorship of a geology grad student is thrust upon him just as he’s leaving for Mexico’s Baja peninsula, he resigns himself to eight weeks of keeping her safe—from ATV-riding cattle rustlers, from a weather-worn mountain lion roaming the hills, and most of all from her accident-prone self.

Jenna Polaski has needed the canyon-sized chip on her shoulder to get ahead in the old boys’ education hierarchy. Now, needing samples to finish her thesis, she has no choice but to serve as the professor’s pack mule. And wonder if his limp is connected to rumors surrounding a long-ago incident that killed one of her predecessors.

Malcolm keeps a sharp eye out as they penetrate deep into the wilderness. But the one danger he forgets to watch for is the one that captures them both—an undeniable attraction that shatters all the rules.

Mal dropped both packs and walked close, leaning a hip against the vertical rock face.
Holding her in his gaze, he tugged at his leather gloves, finally pulling them free and tucking them in his waistband.
“Do you recognize the stratigraphy?”
Her face fell. “Don’t you ever quit? I don’t want another geology lesson, Mal.”
He knew what she wanted, but pretended not to have heard the frustration in her voice.
Mal traced a thin band of rust with his finger. “Notice the layering—”
“For God’s sake. Look around,” she said and waved her arms wide. “This place is amazing. Why does everything have to be about science?”
“That’s what we’re here for—”
“Why can’t we just relax and enjoy the rest of the day?”
“Just pal around? Be friends? Is that what you want, Jenna?” He took a half step closer, crowding her. “Or maybe you’d like me to whisper some more in your ear?”
He watched a slow crimson spread across her cheeks, and he regretted his words. So he hadn’t imagined her reaction back in the scrub. Exhaling, he focused his thoughts on his one comfort. Science.
“These are Cambrian units. This formation occurs in small pockets up and down Baja, but nothing quite like here.” He chanced a glance in her direction.
Her brown eyes had never seemed so large. Or so angry.
His chest tightened. “Do you recall the geologic timescale?”
With a shake of her head, she sighed. “The Cambrian is the oldest period of the Paleozoic era, and is generally agreed to have covered the time span between 570 and 500million years before present.”
Her rote answer grated. “Jenna.” Caution sharpened his voice.
In the quiet, he could hear her breathe. Shallow, rapid. He watched her chest rise and fall. The generous curve...
. He swallowed hard. Think science.
But he couldn’t resist tweaking his lesson plan—just for her. “Imagine the swell of warm tides,” he said, “tumbling into shoals.”
A playful smile twitching her lips, she turned her gaze on him. “The swell of warm tides?”
He nodded. “Interwoven in the sandstone are some distinctive units like this one.” His forefinger picked at a thin maroon layer. Warmth flowed from the cliff wall into his palm. “Beautiful. So smooth—alive.”
“Alive?” Jenna reached out to touch the peach-colored sandstone, her skin blending with the rock. “These units are older than the dinosaurs.”
Mal hid a grin. “You’re correct, of course. But before creatures populated the land, the lush, tropical seas frothed with life.” He pointed to a sequence in the stratigraphy. “Relentless currents of nutrient-rich water ebbed and flowed over soft, fertile beds.”
She leaned against the cliff. “The sea floor must have teemed with plants.” Fire lit her eyes and she continued, “To withstand the powerful force of the tides, they must have had to sink their roots deep, driving them hard until they hit impenetrable rock…”
His heart thudded. “Exactly, Jenna. Colonies of flora and fauna lived, reproduced and died, always straining toward the hot Cambrian sun. For the first time in Earth’s history, predators appeared. They knew what they wanted and they went after it.”

About the Author
AuthorRLR.L. Ugolini studied geology at the California Institute of Technology and has made maps for the US Geological Survey. She’s been in more earthquakes than she cares to remember, has hauled mountains of gear in Baja California and speaks very, very poor Spanish. She lives in San Antonio, Texas, with her husband.

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Book Spotlight: You and I Alone @mtoppenauthor


Title: You and I Alone
Author: Melissa Toppen
Genre: Contemporary Romance


Twenty-one year old Anna Blake has lived her life by one simple rule; never get attached. Having learned early on in life that nothing is guaranteed, she knows there is only one person she can truly rely on; herself.

But when she accepts a job as a dancer at one of the most secretive and exclusive clubs in the country, operating under the name Logan, she meets the one man who makes her question everything she thought she knew.

Bentley Reed is exactly the type of man women crave. Rich, powerful, and as sexy as they come; the definition of a playboy. A former soccer star turned business mogul, Bentley is used to getting what he wants, when he wants it…. but he has never met a girl like Logan before.

Their undeniable attraction is clear from their first encounter and neither can deny the sexual chemistry that flows between them. When Logan agrees to one night with Bentley, she has no idea that one night will alter her very existence.

Determined to walk away from a man insistent on not letting her go, Logan struggles to resist the temptation of what her body desires above all else.

What happens when two people who operate by the same rules, find themselves breaking them all for the chance to experience just one more night in each others arms?

As the song winds down, I turn my attention to the few people in front of me, for the first time acknowledging that there is even an audience in the room. My eyes quickly scan the faces and immediately land on a very attractive man leaning against the far wall, arms crossed in front of his chest.
I dart my gaze away from him the moment I realize that his eyes are locked firmly on my face. Something about the intensity of his stare makes it impossible not to look back in his direction again. The moment our eyes meet, a chill runs through my entire body. He’s close enough that I can register the heat in his eyes and the beauty of his face, but far enough away that I doubt he can see the way my cheeks heat crimson under his glare.

He’s tall, maybe six two, with a body that looks like he lives in the gym and a face that I swear belongs on every modeling magazine in the world. The man is perfection. My stomach twists tighter when he runs his hand through his messy short brown hair and lets out a slow exhale, his lips forming around his breath.

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Melissa Toppen is the reader’s choice award winning author of The Breathless Series; Consumed, Taken, and Released. Her other projects include the Amazon best seller; Claimed by You, as well as The Two Hearts Series; Collide and Embrace. She is a lover of books and enjoys nothing more than losing herself in a good novel. She has a soft spot for Romance and focuses her writing in that direction but hopes to one day branch off and do something completely original. She loves music and is obsessed with the band Blue October! She has a rock star of a husband who gives it to her straight and two beautiful young children that show her what really matters in this life.

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Book Spotlight: His Angel @kimblalockAngel


Title: His Angel
Series: The Angel Trilogy, Book 1
Author: Kimberly Blalock
Genre: Contemporary Romance


When Evan Young walks into Abigale Hayes’s life she falls; mind, body, and soul for the man she thinks he is, having no idea that the secrets he holds in his hands will destroy the girl she is. Abby must decide how the truth will affect the relationship that has her craving more with every breath she takes and how she will take revenge into her own hands. Evan will die to protect Abby and will kill for her too. The events that unfold will change who Abigale Hayes is forever.

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Kimberly Blalock has been writing since she was a young girl growing up in Kansas City, Mo. Reading and writing has always been a big part of her life. She enjoys a world she can get lost in while reading a good book. A wife and mother to four beautiful children she decided she wasn’t busy enough. She spent some time chasing down fugitives as a bounty hunter then laid down her hand cuffs and finished her college degree in nursing.

Kimberly loves discovering new music to jam out to and loves anything that’s different. Her many interests include Google, you heard it! Google. If you need to know any unusual or interesting fact she has searched it and can recite it. Her motto is: Why be the same as everyone else when you can stand out?

When Kimberly isn’t writing or playing superhero for her children, she takes care of her patients as a Registered nurse in the field of hospice.

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Book Spotlight: Falling Rain @crystaldawnauth


Title: Falling Rain
Series: The Southwest Illinois Pack, Book 1
Author: Crystal Dawn
Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance


Laurel is sad and lonely since she met Rain and had to leave him behind. She thought it was something special but she’ll admit she doesn’t understand males especially wolves.

Rain has been trying to reach Laurel but it seems she has frozen him out. His calls aren’t answered and the emails that come back to him are cold and business like. Is it a case of out of sight out of mind?

It seems there are forces at work that don’t want them together and danger lurks around every corner. Can they fight through all the trouble that heads their way and defeat it? Can they overcome the others that would change them and claim them? Are they really true mates or just infatuated? Come along for the ride as their story takes twists and turns that surprise even Rain and Laurel.

Graphic sex for mature readers only. M/M M/F M/F/M

“Maybe we should take off before my brother gets back and hide somewhere.” Rain said with mischief lighting up his eyes.“I’d almost consider it if I thought we could lose him. Isn’t he one of the best trackers around?”

“Yes, but maybe he would get the message that we’d like to be alone.” Rain said as he put his arms around her leaning in to lightly move his lips across hers. Damn that felt heavenly. She moaned even though she tried to muffle it. His lips came back for more contact. This time he really kissed her not just with his lips but his tongue licked across her lips finding an opening. He slid in exploring her mouth until he found her tongue. Their tongues clashed struggling for supremacy until they heard a throat clearing. Dare was not her favorite person right then or Rain’s either by the look on his face.

About the Author
When she’s not out hunting rogue vampires and werewolves, you can find Crystal Dawn out exploring the galaxy. She can do it all without ever leaving her computer. She kicks ass, takes names, and puts it all down for the enjoyment of her readers. At least that’s what I think she told me. Writing came as a natural outlet for her overly creative mind. The start of her stories is the easy part. Finishing them is a little harder when all the stories are in there trying to get out. Other than writing, she loves reading, chocolate, fine sweet wine, and traveling among a large list of pursuits. Her favorite people, after her family and close friends, are her readers who she says are some of the most wonderful people in this galaxy and the next.

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Book Spotlight: Mistaken Identity III @SylviaHubbard1


Title: Mistaken Identity III
Author: Sylvia Hubbard
Genre: Romance Suspense, Erotic Thriller


Elena knew she wanted something different… she needed something different, but aside from the dreams she had of past wicked events, she couldn’t put her finger on her true hearts’ desire.

That is until she found herself meeting Pholsom Todd. A rich millionaire who needed her expertise in his business and her body in his bed. A man determined to get what he wanted and what he wanted was Elena.

Unbeknowing to Elena, Pholsom’s plans for her life, her body and her heart had already been planned a long time ago.

Will she be ready for what is to come?

Or die getting what she desires?

Mistaken Identity Three: The Perfect Woman for them is a MFM series, where desire doubles in pleasure. Take a wild ride on the edge of the imagination of AwardWinning, Bestselling Author, Sylvia Hubbard.

The dream returned again.

She was where she wasn’t supposed to be, but the temptation was just too great for an eighteen year old girl bored to death and tired of being secluded in her home as if she was a prisoner.

Walking backwards, desperately trying not to cause her brother to notice her and tell their mother, she pressed her back in the bushes to slip through to the neighbor’s yard. Mr. Bradshaw kept a clean yard compared to her hoarding mother and she had just seen him drive away.

He was a very private man, but his extraordinary handsomeness had caught her eyes immediately when he had moved in two months ago. According to her brother, Mr. Bradshaw had just won the lottery and had gone from homelessness to housing in one short week. He’d bought the house next door and fixed it up. Something about being raised in this neighborhood when he was a boy and wanted to return to help out, but the beggars and strangers constantly knocking on his door made him into a recluse. When she had seen him, he was always in his backyard gardening.

Usually she watched him from her bedroom window in the back of the house. Always feeling like Rapunzel in her tower, she would spend hours just watching him documenting in her journal on Mr. Bradshaw and his curious tendencies to spend hours gardening.

He was tall; Six and a half feet and brawny.

I promise never to be attracted to a handsome man.

This was her proclamation since her father’s suicide. She never wanted to go through the torture her mother had suffered.

Yet, she couldn’t stop looking at Mr. Bradshaw. Albeit, older … (at least twenty years her elder), he was still a very handsome black man that she couldn’t stop looking at, desperately wanting to get a closer look at or find out some more information about.

So when the opportunity to climb in his home through an open window from her backyard presented itself, she took the initiative and made it happen.

Her skinny strong legs hoisted her up and inside. To her surprise, she didn’t knock anything down in her blindness, but she did end up bumping hard on her butt to the floor. The curtains were dark and only let a little light in, but she was able to move around the large pieces of furniture.

Her heart was racing, but curiosity was forcing her to keep going despite the fear racing through her veins.

The place was immaculate! Something out of a high end store catalogue almost untouched by humans.

Picking up a pillow on the couch, she pressed her nose to smell the essence of man. Her senses were aroused completely and she looked toward the stairs bathed in complete darkness, but her soul was drawn to venture up there.

Just as she put her foot on the stairs, she thought she saw in her peripheral vision a shadow coming from the way she came, but when she looked back down the hallway no one was there.

Had her brother followed her?

“Vick?” she called out softly.

The essence of fresh fallen rain surrounded her and she was positive the scent was coming from upstairs and she wanted to see where the strong scent was coming from.

Gripping the banister, she stepped upstairs into the darkness holding her hands out. Her heart rate seemed to go faster, but she was also drawn up the steps.

Just as she reached the top of the stairs, she was grabbed from behind and pressed against the wall. “Breaking and entering is a serious offense, little girl,” a hard voice hissed in her ear as a large body pressed against the back of her holding her in place.

About the Author
Detroit native, Sylvia Hubbard, a single mother of three, has worked tirelessly to promote and encourage emerging writers in Michigan. She independently published her first romance novel in 2000 and has continued to write in that genre, sometimes venturing into other sub-genres. Always urban and contemporary styled, her writing is enjoyed all over the world. She has published 8 paperbacks and over 30 e-books.
The same year she published, Ms Hubbard also created Motown Writers Network to fill the lack of education and networking for Michigan authors online and offline. By 2004, she was frustrated that all the literary conferences had moved too far away from the city and co-created The Essence of Motown Literary Jam Conference held only in the City of Detroit annually.

In addition to romance writing, Hubbard has been featured at various conferences and workshops all over the United States and Canada, where she has taught authors how to sell their books on the Internet. She also published Internet Marketing for Writers & Businesses as a resource for those unable to attend her workshops. In the upcoming year, she will be featured in several anthologies and plans to publish additional e-books.+

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Book Spotlight: The Legend of Arturo King @lbdunbarwrites


Title: The Legend of Arturo King
Series: Legendary Rock Stars, Book 1
Author: L.B. Dunbar
Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 27, 2015


My name is Arturo King, and I’m told I’m a legend in music. My band is called the Nights and we got our start at the underground Round Table in New York City. Raised by a foster father, I didn’t know the extent of my inheritance until I was twenty-one, and it was all more than I bargained for. I wanted to play the guitar and rule the world with song, but I learned I have a mother from old money, a dead father who was once a real estate mogul, and a record company that needed some rebuilding. Mure Linn, my friend and mentor, has been by my side through it all, teaching me to play, strengthening my lyrics, and guiding me in the music industry. There was one area he couldn’t guide me, though, and that was love. Guinevere DeGrance changed everything for me, I suppose, including the reason I’m here learning the legend of my life without remembering any of it.

The legendary rock star series begins…

I closed in on the last line of the refrain and turned to look at Lans, signaling the direction of the crowd and the shift of the song. I had been clutching the microphone on the top of its stand, both hands wrapped around it, holding firm. I often told myself to think of the mic as a woman. Caress it in passion or clutch it in lust. It made no difference as long as this prop seemed an extension of my instrument, my voice. I  released the mic slowly and shifted my own body slightly to angle to the right toward Lans.Glancing over the crowd, what I told myself would be one final time before I pulled my head back into the gig on stage, I saw her.

She was a vision in white. Literally. Her long flowing dress stood out amongst the crowd of dark T-shirts, darker jeans, and occasional bare skin. Her skin was bare in places as well. Slender arms hung at her sides, completely exposed. The pull of the dress bodice was up around her neck in some fashion that also exposed her shoulders, an area that I found could be very sensitive on a woman. Her shoulders just might redefine sensual in my brief opinion as I further took her in. The dress fell to the floor, but I could sense that those hidden legs were long, and the way the dress hugged the undisclosed portions of her body, I knew she was slender, sleek, and sumptuous in all the right places. Her hair looked dark, long and wavy, but the blue glow of the floor lights hinted at some brighter highlights.

I couldn’t make out the color of her eyes at first, but then she stepped forward under a light as if she were coming to me. They were lake blue and I felt them pierce my soul. I saw a sparkle in them as my own locked with hers. She stood still for a moment, suddenly frozen in my trance. I watched her lick her lips and I felt that lick in my pants. I didn’t want to look away as a wave of … something … crawled through my body, but she did.

She turned to her left, but I couldn’t see who stood there in the shadows. Her head returned forward and she seemed to be listening to the guitar, taking in the stage, but refusing to look again in my direction. I felt like I was willing her to notice me instead of the blank stare she focused above the bands’ heads. I almost turned to see what could be so interesting behind me. Almost, but I didn’t dare to look away from her.

She moved after a slight shift again from her left. She was obviously parting ways from someone near her and she slowly made her way through the crowded pit floor. As if the audience knew someone otherworldly  was  within  their  presence,  the  crowd  parted  slowly  as  she  approached  each  person,making a clean-cut line across the wooden floorboards without another glance in the direction of the stage. Watching her walk sparked an extra beat in my heart and a throb in my pants. If she was sensual just crossing the floor, I dared to imagine what she would be like in my bed.

My vision focused solely on her subtle movement. Silky, I would have described her. She moved slowly, as if she were a ribbon sliding, slipping, through dark water. The white dress continued to glow from the dim blue lights, accentuating her slither through the waves of people. I was only vaguely aware of the guitar riff coming to an end at my left and I reached blindly for the microphone. This was a move that took no thought for me. It was as natural as breathing to hold the warm metal. I felt a slight catch in my throat as the words were climbing to escape my vocal cords. Lans hit his last note and I held my breath for the pause before a new cord was hit and the words burst forth.

It was the last look, of last night In the last moment,That took my breath and made me see You might be lost before you found me.You cried my name, as you came,I took that pain and Made you see, you might be lost,But you found me.

My own words took on new meaning as I trailed her final motion. This tune had a new emphasis and I knew I was singing to her like a siren calls a sailor. There was just something about her presence, even if I felt she was suddenly ignoring me. She seemed to pause as I poured myself into those lyrics. You found me echoed in my head as I pinned her with my eyes. She moved her long hair over one shoulder,causing  me to  suck  in  a  breath  at  the  full  exposure  of  her  alabaster  back.  From  behind,  she  was completely revealed; only a slip of cloth at her neck must hold the dress over those supple breasts I massaged with my eyes moments ago, and even without full light I knew that toned back held dimples at the base above the low sling of material that clung to her backside and draped down to the floor.

I noticed her breathing was slightly accelerated as her graceful shoulders lifted like a shrug and it certainly couldn’t be from overexertion crossing the crowded bar floor. She moved as if she floated. She had not returned my gaze, which I knew she must feel caressing across her soft skin. It could only mean one thing to my veteran assessment of women. She wasn’t interested, and that never happened to me. Women were always interested in me.

I realized suddenly where she stood. She had paused before a door to the left of the bar. I knew this  door.  It  was  made  to  blend  seamlessly  into  the  wall,  looking  like  heavy  olden  bricks,  like  the surrounding walls. Only the keypad to the right gave away any semblance of a passageway. A person needed a special access code to pass through that door into the hall behind.

I watched her press her fingers deftly across the silver numbers and push the door gently inward into a darkened passage beyond without a single glance back over those sexy shoulders in my direction. I had to know who she was as the door closed, cutting off my view of her. It was almost instantaneous that I knew I wanted her, but this whole scene could only mean two things were true: she was somehow connected to Leo DeGrance, and she didn’t want me. And I believed them both. Almost.


About the Author
L.BI’d like to say I was always a writer. I’d also like to say that I wrote every day of my life since a child. That I took the teaching advice I give my former students because writing every day improves your writing. I’d like to say I have my ten-thousand hours that makes me a proficient writer. But I can’t say any of those things. I did dream of writing the “Great American Novel” until one day a friend said: Why does it have to be great? Why can’t it just be good and tell a story?
As a teenager, I wrote your typical love-angst poetry that did occasionally win me an award and honor me with addressing my senior high school class at our Baccalaureate Mass. I didn’t keep a journal because I was too afraid my mom would find it in the mattress where I kept my copy of Judy Blume’s Forever that I wasn’t allowed to read as a twelve year old.
I can say that books have been my life. I’m a reader. I loved to read the day I discovered “The Three Bears” as a first grader, and ever since then, the written word has been my friend. Books were an escape for me. An adventure to the unknown. A love affair I’d never know. I could be lost for hours in a book.
So why writing now? I had a story to tell. It haunted me from the moment I decided if I just wrote it down it would go away. But it didn’t. Three years after writing the first draft, a sign (yes, I believe in them) told me to fix up that draft and work the process to have it published. That’s what I did. But one story let to another, and another, and another. Then a new idea came into my head and a new storyline was created.
I was accused (that’s the correct word) of having an overactive imagination as a child, as if that was a bad thing. I’ve also been accused of having the personality of a Jack Russell terrier, full of energy, unable to relax, and always one step ahead. What can I say other than I have stories to tell and I think you’ll like them. If you don’t, that’s okay. We all have our book boyfriends. We all have our favorites. Whatever you do, though, take time for yourself and read a book.

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Book Spotlight: Christmas with the Black Sheep @BatesNatalie

Title: Christmas with the Black Sheep
Author: Natalie-Nicole Bates
Genre: Holiday Romance

It’s Christmas time, and Eriah Jameson has returned home to restart his family’s business. Due to his wild child past, no one is friendly or welcoming to Barrow Haven’s black sheep.
Aylin Myers lost her job when Eriah’s father took ill. She knows Eriah needs her help getting his business up and running again, but she doesn’t trust him. If he fails, she knows it will dishonor his father’s memory. And Aylin knows that at Christmas, it’s the right thing to help your fellow man—no matter how wretched he might be.
As Aylin gets to know Eriah, she sees a side of him Barrow Haven never saw. That perhaps the black sheep has changed for the better. Still, can she be sure this side of Eriah is real, and not just a facade he’s perfected over time to get his own way?


He took her hand firmly into his, and looked down into her eyes, his own blue eyes almost transparent in the light   of the streetlamp above them.,

“I want to walk you home,” he insisted.

“Okay, let’s walk then.”

As they trudged through the newly fallen snow, Aylin held tight to his hand. The ice beneath her feet was absolutely treacherous. She’d never thought to put on winter boots before  she left home that afternoon.

Most of the houses on both sides of her street were gaily decorated with multicolored strands of blinking lights. In the windows were wreaths or other festive decorations. It was truly a beautiful sight.

There were so many things she wanted to ask him as they walked, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answers, so she kept silent until they reached her front door.

She pushed the key into the lock, and turned it until it snapped open. As she turned the doorknob, there was a sudden bang, almost like a gunshot, and everything went dark around them.

The shock was so acute, she grabbed on to Eriah in the darkness, and felt his arms close around her. Her heart beat double time in her chest.

“Power’s out,” he said.

Of course. It was just a power outage. Probably from the winter storm that besieged them. Her heart began to slow to a more normal rhythm, her face still pressed against his shoulder.

After a moment, she stepped away, stomped her sneakers clean of snow, and stepped inside the warm house. Eriah remained on the doorstep. She couldn’t allow him to try to find his way home in complete blackness, and she did agree to talk with him. “Come on in.”

“Thanks, that’s nice of you.” She could hear the gratefulness in his voice, as she closed the door behind them.

“I guess this is one time I’m glad I’m in the candle business.”

She groped in the darkness until she felt the edge of her worktop and felt around the various objects until she came upon a lighter. She flicked it on, and her eyes adjusted to the dim light. A  medium-sized snowball candle sat nearby. Quickly, she lit the wick before the lighter had a chance to burn her fingers, and a soft glow grew from the candle.

When she turned around, his lips came down upon hers. Soft, searching, her hand went to his cold cheek. Almost instantly, she reminded herself of what transpired between them the day before. But her heart her heart…overrode her mind’s stern warnings, until her mind won out and broke the kiss, and turned away from him. “I’m not starting this all over with you. I won’t get hurt again.”

He gently turned her face back to him. “We started something really good, and I screwed it up. I know that. I just want a chance to explain.”

For a few moments, her mind whipped back and forth, trying to decide what to do, what was right for her, what was right for him.

With no answer in sight, she finally conceded. “Let’s go upstairs. I’ll hear you out, but I won’t promise you  anything.”

About the Author
Natalie-Nicole Bates is a book reviewer and author.
Her passions in life include books and hockey along with Victorian and Edwardian era photography. Natalie contributes her uncharacteristic love of hockey to being born in Russia.
She currently resides in the UK where she is working on her next book and adding to her collection of 19th century post-mortem photos.

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Book: Sex Boot Camp @PaisleyBErotica

SOR Sex Boot Camp VBT BannerTitle: Sex Boot Camp
Author: Paisley Brown
Genre: Erotica Romance F/F, Menage

A week away…
After a hectic month at work, Cara expects to spend the next few days relaxing in her pajamas. Until her boyfriend surprises her with a getaway to a remote location.

To open her mind…
When she arrives at Sex Boot Camp, she anticipates her boyfriend will be by her side. Instead, she is left with a houseful of curious young women and a sexy instructor.
And fulfill desires she never dreamed of…

Although reluctant at first, Cara becomes entangled in a world of seduction and wicked fantasies.
Caution: This story contains an Alpha leader who ensures his guests leave satisfied, hot woman-on-woman action, and an MFM ménage that will leave you breathless.
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A faint cry broke the silence, followed by a whispered hush. Shadows swayed across the bed on the other side of Veronica’s, the one where Natasha slept. But there was no sleeping at that moment. She was having sex. But where was Veronica? Had she heard and left the room?”That’s it, V, fuck me hard. You rock that strap-on so well.”I gasped then covered my mouth, hoping no one else heard.”Quiet, Natasha. Someone’s awake.”Shit! I froze, not even daring to breathe.

“No, it’s probably just someone snoring. It a room with five women, one of them is bound to make noises in their sleep.”

My heart pounded so loud I was sure the entire room heard. Two of my roommates were having sex. Two women. I didn’t have anything against same-sex couples, but I didn’t expect to be in the same room while they got it on. And what about their boyfriends? Wasn’t the point of our time here to learn to have better sex with our partners? Obviously not for these two.

As much as their cheating bothered me, just hearing them turned me on. Something I would never admit to anyone. My pussy throbbed, and I longed for some sexual attention. When was the last time Braeden slept in bed, made love to me? Under the sheets, I slid my hand below the waistband of my sleep shorts. I’d never masturbated with someone else in the same room, but I refused to deny my sudden need.

I parted my swollen labia with two fingers, running them through my pussy juice. Braeden had never left me dripping so fast. More than ready, I expected to get off very quick. And hopefully get back to sleep before my other two roommates woke.

With the next slap of skin, I plunged my fingers deep inside. I fought back the moan threatening to escape. Like I needed them to know their fucking made me horny.

About the Author
I’m happily married with a naughty imagination. Sometimes all it takes is a whispered word or a sexy picture to inspire my next tale. My erotica stories may be contemporary, sci-fi, or paranormal, but all of them will leave you wet and panting for more.
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BSt: It Must Be Fate

SOR It Must Be Love VBT BannerGenre: Romance
Series: Love Strikes #2
Author: Lacey Wolfe

Sometimes the future lies in the past…

Sandy Collins hasn’t thought about him in years, not since he broke her heart and broke off their engagement. She’s built a great nursing career for herself, and most of all, she’s happy. Until she ruined it by walking into that staff meeting…
After the passing of his grandmother, Daniel and his daughter Keri have moved back to town and taken up residence in her house. Things are looking up after several rough years, but on the first day of work at his new job as a pediatrician, Daniel gets an unexpected surprise—in the form of a nurse he’s never been able to forget.
As much as she tries to fight it, Sandy can’t deny the attraction. Daniel makes it clear that he’s sorry and wants another shot, and he’s willing to do whatever it takes. But the last thing Sandy wants is to relive the misery from the past. But how can she resist when it seems as though fate is stepping in?


Grabbing her purse, Sandy tossed in her phone and keys and climbed out of the car. Her breath caught from the sight of him. Daniel was waiting for her by the door. She could tell he’d come from the office in his pressed khakis and light blue button-down shirt. His green eyes lit up when he saw her.

She took a deep breath and stared across the parking lot. She smiled at him, but couldn’t find the words to say hello. His gaze swept over her body as he opened the door with a gentlemanly smile. She couldn’t help but be glad he seemed to appreciate what he saw. As she entered the restaurant, she wondered if he was checking out her ass.

After they were seated, a waiter arrived, placing a bow of chips and salsa on the table. After they gave their drink order, she finally started to relax. Which hadn’t been easy. It had been so long since she’d actually talked to him, other than telling him she didn’t want to. Her stomach was in knots.

“Thank you for meeting me.” Daniel grabbed a chip.

“You’re right. We do need to talk. I’m not sure how long we’ll work together, but for the time being I guess we should be friendly.” Sandy took a chip as well. “Besides, the past is the past. Let’s leave it there.”

“For the most part, we can.”

“This is the one and only time I’ll talk about it. So whatever it is that’s been eating you up, get it out now. Because reminiscing over a broken engagement isn’t my idea of a good time.”

“Mine either.”

The waiter reappeared and asked if they were ready to order. “You go ahead. Oh, wait.” He winked and her heart fluttered. “Let me guess, you’re going to get a taco salad with shredded chicken. No guacamole or sour cream, with extra cheese if possible.”

The waiter glanced at her, but she stared across at Daniel wondering how he had remembered her order after all these years.

“Ma’am?” The waiter held his pen to his notepad.

“Uh, yeah. What he said.”

“And for you?” He turned his focus to Daniel, scribbling her order down.

She took a deep breath, hoping her heart would calm down.

“The beef fajitas with extra onions.” He handed the menu back to the waiter.

Sandy took a sip of her drink and returned to the chips and salsa. She kept her focus on the red tablecloth. Looking at Daniel right now would be hard. She needed time to wrap her head around the way he was making her feel. All these old emotions were creeping in. Somehow she had to push them back where they belonged.

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.

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