Monday, July 21, 2014

Mangled Hearts By Felicia Tatum

Mangled Hearts
By Felicia Tatum
Francesca and Cade
Can two loves find their way back to each other despite an addiction and a hardened heart? Will their love overcome it all?
Francesca Taymon is young, successful, and broken. A tragic accident years ago haunts her to this day, and she blames only one person--the one that holds her heart. When she finally gets her first case, will she be able to handle seeing him again? Can she do her job and keep her heart intact?
Cade Kelling doesn’t take life seriously. He’s reckless and irresponsible, drinking all his problems away. When his parents bail him out for the last time, will he be able to handle seeing Francesca after all of these years? Will he be able to tell her what really happened that night 5 years ago or will he lose her forever?
And the most important question….
Can these mangled hearts be mended?
#1 I nodded. “Ok, and the name?” “His son’s name is Cade Kelling.” My heart stopped. The shaking of my hand caused the pen to fall and roll across the desk. I watched it make its way all the way to the edge, falling in slow motion to the floor. I’d stopped breathing. I gazed up at Mr. Phillips, trying to make words come out of my mouth. “Cade Kelling?” I choked out. “Yes, do you know him?” I nodded slightly. Oh, boy did I know him.

#2 I didn’t even notice when he walked by me on the sidewalk. Or when he stopped a few yards from me, and came back in my direction to take a seat beside me. “Hey. Do you want a cracker?” a velvet voice asked me. I didn’t look up, I wasn’t sure if he was even talking to me. Why would an attractive senior be talking to me? “Hey, I’m talking to you,” he said, a chuckle in his voice. I slowly lifted my head, peering at him from under my long lashes. His dark brown hair swept across his forehead, and his deep blue eyes made me gasp. He wore the ultimate laid back style, a white t-shirt and jeans. All he needed was a black leather jacket, and he would be the bad boy from my book. The smile on his face was breathtaking, and I found myself unable to speak. “Hi, I’m Cade,” he said, a huge grin on his handsome face. “Hi, I’m Francesca.”
#3 I knew it was stupid and reckless to bring myself into her life. I was the worst kind of guy for her, into all the wrong things, but something about her made me want to be…more. The first time I saw her beautiful face was during lunch. She was stuck in a little hole in the wall, her nose deep into a book. Her dark blonde hair fell around her face, and she absent mindedly pushed it behind her ear, not once looking up from her book. People walked around her, came close to stepping on her, completely ignored her…and all I could do was stare. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Two weeks after that, I’d followed her bus to the next bus stop. I prayed to be the one driving her home someday soon

#4 I cast my eyes down, letting her tear me a new one. Everything she said was right. I was stupid. My drinking had caused her enough pain, and now I was pulling this. “I’m sorry, Francesca. You’re completely right. I wasn’t thinking. And I’m sorry to bring back thoughts of the accident,” I told her, scraping my chair back to stand. “I think it’s time I head home.” She didn’t budge, but called out, “You don’t have to remind me of the accident. I’m haunted by it every single day.” I opened the door, and slipped out. I inhaled the fresh air, and closed my eyes. She’d stolen my heart, and in return, I’d ruined her life.

#5 I pushed him off me, yelling, “Get away!” His hands moved upward, trying to grope me, when a strong body pulled me away. I looked around, shocked to see Cade rescuing me. “Don’t touch her,” he commanded. His eyes were wide, angry, his voice deep and threatening. He, too, smelled like alcohol, but I didn’t care in this moment. He was here getting this creep away from me. His hands held me tightly, pressing my body to his. My breath quickened being so close to Cade. He sensed my distress, giving me a slight squeeze. “Hey, she was dancing with me,” Ryan declared, puffing his chest out, making himself look like a fish of some sort. He was at least a foot shorter than Cade, his body could be smashed in seconds. I laughed, loudly, as I imagined Cade squashing him like a bug. “Now she’s not. Go,” Cade said, pointing towards the door. His nostrils flared. He was angry.


Felicia Tatum was born and raised in Tennessee. She always loved reading, and at the age of twelve began writing. Her passion for creating stories grew and in May 2012, she finally wrote her first novel, The White Aura.
She still lives in Tennessee with her daughter and her kitty. She loves cooking, books, and animals are some of her best friends. She watches a lot of Disney channel and often dreams up new book ideas. She's currently working on various projects, including the rest of the White Aura Series, the Scarred Hearts Series, and a novella series. Her dream is to write as many books as possible while entertaining as many people as possible.

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Friday, July 18, 2014

Jenna Jacob "Embracing My Submission"

Jenna Jacob
"Embracing My Submission"
Haunted for years by dreams of a savage, amber eyed Dominant with lips so enticing my soul ached in frustration and lust. None of the Dominants at Genesis, my local BDSM club ever stirred me in such blistering ways. While I tried to fill my submissive desires vicariously through interactions at the club, I attempted to convince myself it was enough. But it wasn’t. My dream Dom made certain I hungered for more. 

Forced beyond what I could bear, my passion and frustration exploded. I threw in the towel, determined to stop chasing a dream and gave up completely on finding submissive surrender. But fate intervened when two gunshots split the night. Forced to confront my desires and insecurities, I was shocked to realize that my dreams may have held a deeper meaning. Were they compelling me to finally embrace my submission?
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Jenna Jacob is married and lives in Kansas. A lover of music, cooking, camping, and riding Harleys on the open country roads. When she was thirteen she began writing--and not on a stone tablet, as her youngest son often teases. There is always a plot bubbling inside her head that has to be written.
With four grown children, she finally has time to paint the pictures of her twisted mind with words. Outgoing with a sassy sense of humor, she's never once been accused of being shy. With nearly twenty years of experience in the dynamics of the BDSM lifestyle, she strives to portray Dominance and submission with a passionate and comprehensive voice.

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Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Awakening 3 By Jeanie Grey

Nearly fifty years after the events of Awakening 2, Lilly decides to stop running away and returns to Italy only to find the threat of a vampire civil war growing. With the help of Beth, Carrie and Jamie, Lilly learns how to face her feelings about her tragic past and to accept that, whether Torren wants her or not, her heart wants him. But when she finds Torren in Rome, not only is he still with Vittoria, he doesn’t seem to remember Lilly at all.
Can Lilly convince Torren to leave Vittoria to be with her and help the Organization find a peaceful solution to the conflict, or will Vittoria and a vampire war come between Torren and Lilly and their happily ever after?

Excerpt 1
“Torren?” she said again, a little louder, and this time Vittoria’s head snapped up and her eyes, narrowing to slits, locked with Lilly’s. In them, Lilly saw fear, anger, hatred. She supposed she could understand that. But that wouldn’t deter her, either. She was just about to say Torren’s name one more time when his head cocked slightly to the side and then, following Vittoria’s gaze, slowly rotated in her direction. Those impossibly blue eyes came to rest on her, and it was as if a warm wind blew through her. There was another shifting and clicking into place, but this time it was inside her. That gaping hole she’d carried around with her for years was filled. Torren gasped and started to rise, but Vittoria put her hand on his arm, and he settled down again. “Hello,” Torren said. His voice—that voice like velvet over marble—was full of wonder. Hello? That was it? After all these years, a casual hello was how he greeted her? Lilly’s stomach dipped, and then, as she continued to stare into his eyes, as she watched his gaze roam over her features without a hint of recognition, her stomach full-on sank. Excerpt 2 “I’m just trying to understand…was she always like this?” Lilly asked. “Like what?” Torren said, genuinely confused. “So…selfish and self-serving. I mean, was she different as a human? Is that why you fell in love with her?” Torren sat up, struggling to maintain his temper, reminding himself that Lilly had very limited experience with Vittoria. “Lilly, I realize that what you’ve seen of Vittoria has not given you a very good impression of her, but I have known her for a very long time. She is a good person, if a bit impulsive. She cares for me deeply, and it was her love for me that led her to try to ease my suffering. I’m not saying she was right to do what she did, but she certainly isn’t unfeeling.” Lilly softened immediately. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Torren. I shouldn’t have said that. I can tell that you care deeply for her.” Somewhat mollified, Torren settled back against the pillows again. He took Lilly’s hand and kissed her knuckles. “Apology accepted,” he said. “Thank you.” She settled back against him and ran her hand over his chest to his bicep. “I can only imagine how hard this decision must have been for you. I want you to know that I’m truly grateful. You won’t be sorry.” Torren stilled, trying to understand what Lilly was talking about. “What?” “I just mean that given your history and how much you care for her, it must have been hard to leave her and come here.” “Not really,” he said, still not getting it. “She was out when I left.” “Oh! Did you leave a note or something?” “Yes, I let her know I was coming here and didn’t know when I’d be home.” It was Lilly’s turn to pause. “Home to collect your things, you mean?” “What?” he repeated. Lilly sat up and looked down at him, doubt welling in her eyes. He sat up too and studied her. “When are you going to tell her?” she said carefully. “Tell her what?” Torren replied, and only then did he begin to guess what she meant. Her next words confirmed it. “When are you going to tell Vittoria that you are leaving her for me?” Excerpt 3 Moving faster now, high on the music and the promise of blood, Vittoria pulled the boy and Lilly down a back hall that was even darker than the main room past a small line of people waiting for the bathroom and through a door that had an Out of Order sign taped to it. She made sure both her charges were all the way in the room before letting go of Lilly’s hand and shutting the door. A dim light flickered on, powered by the motion detector, casting a yellow-green light over them. The room was no bigger than a closet and half-full of boxes, but there was enough room for the three of them. At least for what Vittoria had in mind. She grinned at the boy, who was squinting a little in the sudden light, and used her palm against his chest to slowly push him up against the wall. His eyes darted over Vittoria’s shoulder toward Lilly and back again, his pupils dilated, and the scent of his arousal filled the room. Vittoria licked her lips and pulled his head down. His lips were warm and tasted sweet. She resisted the temptation to puncture his lower lip and instead moved her mouth across his cheek and then down to his neck. She licked the spot she was going to bite, and he moaned and ground his erection against her, grasping her bottom with both his hands and actually pulling her up off the ground a little. Then she sank her teeth in. First chapter (Note: These books don’t have chapters. They’re broken down into three parts, and each part has multiple scenes of varying lengths. What follows is the first two scenes in Part I of Awakening 3.) In the dream, Lilly drifted underwater in a deep, vast ocean. The light seemed to be coming from all directions at once, so she couldn’t tell which way was up or down. Her lungs burned. She knew she would have to take a breath soon, but there was no air. She flailed her limbs but didn’t seem to move at all. Her body felt heavy; her chest ached. She knew she was going to drown. * * * From beneath the calm surface of the sparkling blue Adriatic water, Lilly Frank’s dark head and smooth pale skin silently emerged. She sucked in a deep breath and her lungs stopped stinging; she’d stayed down for the full twenty-two minutes she’d learned was her body’s limit. The stark contrast between the chilly water and the afternoon sun beating down on her shoulders and neck sent goose bumps racing across her skin. Water droplets sprayed in all directions as she shook her head. With one hand she removed the diving mask, and the other wiped the sheeting water back away from her eyes, which were calm but had a haunted look about them. She had hoped that the busy, multi-colored world below the surface and then the sting in her lungs would be enough to take her mind off the small, dense stone in her chest, but these strategies—like all the others she’d tried lately—had failed. Her back to Susak Island, Lilly’s gaze swept the horizon to the north and then drifted westward, where she knew the shores of Italy lie drowning in the setting sun. Only recently had she realized that for the past three years she’d been circling closer and closer to Torren’s homeland, a place she hadn’t returned to since the night she was kidnapped and tortured. That night Torren was reunited with Vittoria, and Lilly had seen in his eyes a mystical wonder when Vittoria had called him a name unfamiliar to Lilly. That night he’d brought her back to life and Lilly had lost everything all over again. The distant sound of a motorboat rescued her from dwelling on these thoughts. She listened for a moment and decided it was the afternoon patrol. Not wanting to be caught swimming in protected waters, she turned toward the island, realizing only then how far out she’d come. Swimming the several miles back to the island gave her the opportunity to push herself; she put all her energy and concentration on the strength and speed of her strokes and kicks and soon reached the base of the cliffs against which the seawater pushed. Knowing that the patrol always gave half a kilometer clearance around the island, she swam underneath an overhang in the rock where she would be indistinguishable in the shadows even if they knew where to look for her with their binoculars. As she waited for the patrol to round the point and pass by her, she contemplated the heavy feeling that had followed her around and had become harder and harder to forget over the last several years. The heaviness had been with her for as long as she could remember—even in her human life—but it had intensified after she’d risen from the stones of that dungeon cell and Torren had been too lost in Vittoria to notice as Lilly walked out the door. Over the years it had come and gone; she’d learned to leave it behind by keeping busy—focusing on her martial arts training, traveling, exploring continents and the limits of her new vampire body—but it had never hung on like this before. For the last eighteen months she’d lived like a hunted woman, moving every few weeks to a new place, looking for solace in others’ blood and beds, trying to substitute some other emotion for the ones that plagued her night and day. But she finally had to face the fact that none of that was working anymore. She needed a new plan. She considered her options. She could return to Dubrovnik, where Lorenzo—a human she’d met and taken up with almost a month ago—was waiting in his three-room apartment to lick the salt from her skin. But she’d been easily annoyed with him for the last week, and her interest in him had disappeared completely after she’d caught sight of his profile in a certain light and realized how similar his facial features were to Torren’s. For a wild moment her heart had leapt into her throat—fear, desperation and longing had overwhelmed her. Since then, she’d barely been able to look at him, and not even the knowledge that he could bring her to orgasm over and over again was enough to lure her back into his bed. She could run again. Find a new town, new surroundings. There were still continents she hadn’t explored: Antarctica, South America, most of Africa. But just the thought of more aimless wandering exhausted her. She could go back to China and her favorite master, Master Chen, to resume her training in wushu and tai chi. A person could spend a lifetime exploring the forms. But she’d already dedicated ten years to studying with him—not to mention another two decades mastering several other martial arts—and the forms no longer held her interest like they once did. Besides, she’d practiced on her own ever since then and the heaviness was still there. As she rejected the available options one by one, the heaviness grew denser; her chest constricted and her breath came shorter. She grabbed onto a nearby outcropping of rock so hard the sharp edges drew blood. She tried to will herself calm, to take deep breaths, but the heaviness expanded, threatening to annihilate her. Then she remembered Beth, and a glimmer of hope shone through. Many years ago, she’d invited Lilly to join the Organization. The heaviness eased a little, allowing her to breathe again. She couldn’t run anymore, but maybe she could do something constructive. She could participate in meaningful work and help to build a better future. Yes, that was the answer. She would return to Italy and join the Organization. Maybe she could live with Beth and Carrie, and participating in those two communities—at home and the larger vampire one—would give meaning to her life. She would have purpose. Briefly she wondered whether the weight in her heart was due to her physical proximity to Italy, but then realized that she’d felt it just as strongly when she’d visited China the previous spring. The mere fact that she’d been circling closer to it over the last few months seemed proof that she was no longer afraid of the place and her history with it. It was decided then. To Italy she would go to build a new life for herself. With that thought, hope radiated its full light in her heart. She felt lighter, could breathe freely again. When the patrol boat passed and rounded the bend, the sound of its motor fading as it continued on to its next destination, Lilly pushed off from the rocks, certain that this new direction would bring the lasting change she sought.

Jeanie Grey is a feminist reader and writer of romance and erotica. Her short stories have been published on and For more about her work and her views on writing romance and erotica, please visit her website at http://jeaniegrey.blogspot.comYou can also connect with her on Twitter (@jeaniegrey), Facebook and by email at


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by Courtney Farrell

A crew of orphans is all that stands between Jackie and life as a prisoner in some squalid basement harem. When pox killed their parents, she took the boys in. Taught them to scavenge. Taught them to kill. But she's not much older than they are, and the boys are growing up fast. Her authority is eroding. The guys begin to compete, and the winner will lead the crew, alongside her. Infighting threatens to tear the crew apart. When rival gangs discover that their little band has one of the last surviving girls, Jackie must make a decision. Will she give herself up to save her crew, or take off alone through the streets?
Rape gangs might be the least of her worries. Pox is spreading among animals, who gain an eerie intelligence before they sicken and die. One-legged Joe thinks she’s nuts, but Jackie is convinced. The pox is sentient, and it’s after her.


Excerpt 1
We headed for our usual booth. Dakota always slept on one side of the table, and I slept on the other. That night, when I crawled onto my bed, Ash and Keenan had already taken over Dakota’s side. They sat shoulder to shoulder, stiffly, like they had something to say. I glanced at Dakota to see how he was handling that. He didn’t seem to care. He just collapsed in the booth behind me instead. Since I couldn’t flop down like I wanted to, I sat there, stared at Keenan and Ash, and waited.
That pair had been joined at the hip since they came to me as lost fourth graders. If the world hadn’t gone to shit, Ash would have been the most popular boy in school.  He could be deadly when pushed, but his mom must have raised him with all kinds of compassion. He used to rescue moths from windowsills and pick earthworms out of puddles after it rained. That night, I figured Ash meant to rescue me. Why he brought Keenan along, I had no idea.
Ash leaned forward, a sympathetic smile on his handsome face. Dim red and blue neon light shone off his perfect chocolate skin and wooly hair. “How you feelin’, Jack?” 
“Fine.”  I kept it short, hoping they’d go away so I could sleep.
“I got something for you. Or we do. It’s from Keenan, too. I couldn’t have got it without him.” Ash dug into his pocket and pulled out a small leather bag. He pushed it across the table to me.
I poured out the contents and gasped. A handful of gold and diamond rings spilled out, along with a fat roll of hundred dollar bills. Paper money didn’t mean much anymore, at least in my neighborhood, but those rings made the best trade goods ever. I flicked the bills aside and played with the rings, admiring their glitter in the neon light of the bar signs in the window. “Wow. This is really something.”
“Spoils of war,” Keenan said. “By the way, I didn’t get the chance to tell you earlier, but you look gorgeous in that dress.”
I felt my eyes widen in their sockets. “Uh, thanks,” I choked out.
The back of my seat rocked a little as Dakota rolled to his knees and leaned on the partition between the booths. “Go to bed, you guys.”
“Okay,” Keenan said obediently. As if they’d rehearsed it, Ash and Keenan laid down in Dakota’s spot, feet together and heads in opposite directions. It looked crowded and uncomfortable, but they settled in like they meant to stay.
Dakota shot them a murderous look. One on one, he could whip either of them, but together, those boys could kill him. I felt sick thinking about it. The winner—or winners—would lead my crew, alongside me. And from the way Keenan looked at me, that wasn’t all they had in mind. I could have sworn fourteen was too young. Guess I was wrong.
As the only girl around, I’d been pressured for sex since childhood. Some men wouldn’t take no for an answer, so I got pretty good at taking cheap shots and bolting. That kind of thing got worse as I got older. Dakota watched out for me, sticking closer as I got into my teens and even normal, non-pervy men started taking an interest. That was when I cut my hair off and tried to look like a boy. We never talked about it—I was way too shy—but Dakota had to know I was still a virgin. Now he obviously wanted to be more than friends, and I couldn’t get comfortable with it. I didn’t want anyone else. Never had. Dakota was the only guy I ever dreamed about, ever pictured myself having babies with. The only one I didn’t want to reject. But old fears die hard.

Excerpt 2

            A child’s high-pitched scream came from inside the store. A cloud of bats passed the big front window, so many that I couldn’t see beyond them. Gunfire thundered from the parking lot, making me flinch. I shrugged off my pack, dumped it on the sidewalk and tore through the contents. Lock picks and coils of rope got pushed aside. One bright yellow lighter lay at the bottom of the bag. I seized it, ripped open the door of the shoe store, and ran inside.
            The heavy glass door swung closed behind me. The mob of bats had stopped circling. Their restless wings whispered from the shadows.
            Caleb yelled from somewhere in the back of the store. “Help! I’m trapped in the storeroom!”
            “Stay put, I’m coming!” I dove for one of the empty shoe boxes that littered the floor. Five seconds with the lighter, and one end of it burned brightly. Gripping the bottom of the box, I held it high.
            The lone bat still sat on the top shelf. Flames reflected off her black button eyes. Maybe she was sick. Maybe the pox was eating her up inside, and she didn’t have the strength to fly. Somehow I doubted it.
She bared her teeth at me, revealing rows of miniscule, white needle teeth. One naked, semi-transparent wing arced forward, so I could see the outlines of the bones inside. Thousands of bats fluttered to the front of the store, clinging to the doorframe, the sale posters, to anything they could. Blocking my escape. Their massed bodies dimmed the room to a gray twilight.
The cardboard burned too close to my fingers, and I had to drop it. It glowed feebly from the tile floor as the fire died. I bent to snatch up another carton. The bat on the shelf leaned forward eagerly, eyeing the back of my neck. I spun to face her. Coughing from the smoke, I touched flame to new tinder.
The bat shifted anxiously, watching the flames, but she didn’t fly away. Both wings swept forward, so the pointy tips met. Her colony instantly left the window and swirled around me in a moving cloud.Though I stood near the front of the store, the living tornado completely blocked my path to the door.
I let out a panicked gasp and spun in place, waving fire. That one controls the rest!Normal bats don’t do that. They’re infected for sure.Oh my God, oh my God! What am I gonna do? When I threatened from one direction, more bats darted at me from the other side. Outside, gunfire raged. This can’t last. They’re going to take me!
A grim smile touched my lips. “Fine. We’ll all die together.” I let the flame lick the side of another shoebox. That one had shoes in it. I didn’t care. Black smoke rose around the boss bat’s head.
She snapped her wings open. The cloud of bats split, clearing my path.
“Not that easy. I’m taking my kid with me.” Holding the burning cartons over my head, I walked down the aisle toward the back. The room got darker as I moved farther from the big front window. “Caleb!” I yelled. “Where are you?”
His scared voice came from behind a door. “In here.”
I yanked open the door of the dark room. Caleb’s dirty-blonde head caught the faint light from my fire. He ran to me, a sob catching in his throat, and threw his arms around my waist.
“It’s okay, honey. Careful, take this.” I handed him a burning box. “Stay close. We’re walking out of here.”
“They’re poxy, aren’t they?” Caleb babbled. “The bats.”
I gave him a short nod. We strode to the front of the store. Bats covered the door.
“Clear the door now, or I’m gonna burn this place down,” I bellowed.
The press of dark bodies instantly split. Bats flapped in opposite directions and scattered.
Caleb was awestruck. “They understand English.”
“Only ’cause they’re infected,” I said, head swiveling, looking all around. “Caleb. Get that shopping bag. Take every last sock. We are damn well gettin’ what we came for.”
He held up his burning box, eyebrows raised in a silent question.
“Toss it,” I said.
Caleb hurled the smoldering carton onto a shelf and snatched up the shopping bag. We pounded toward the door as bats took flight. I pushed the kid through first. Then I threw my own burning box, ran out, and slammed the big glass door behind me. Inside the store, flames were already spreading.
The Jeep roared across the parking lot toward us, swerving around the grisly remains of the hunters. Ash slammed on the brakes, laying rubber. Keenan opened the passenger side door, dived out before the car stopped moving, and rolled to his feet in one fluid motion, shotgun ready. Staring open-mouthed at that epic move, I completely missed the hunter coming out of the food court.
A whisper of shoe on pavement alerted me. I leaped sideways, pulling Caleb with me. The hunter was a lot taller than us, with a tangled mat of dark, curly hair clinging to his skull. He was young, in his twenties, and he hadn’t been infected long. Those were the most dangerous kind, with speed and agility intact. I know it sounds crazy, but the pox inside him saw me, and I saw her, too. I recognized her, even disguised as she was in a male body. I’d seen that predatory expression before, behind different eyes. Behind my mother’s eyes.
“You,” I mouthed. No sound came out. “I know you.”
 “Jacqueline,” the hunter moaned through lips wet with silver drool.
I’d never heard a hunter speak. I didn’t know they could. He knows my name. He knows my name! How?
I jumped between Caleb and the infected man. “Run! Run for the car!”
Caleb bolted without hesitation. The hunter let him go and came for me instead. I’d stupidly gotten myself trapped between the infected man and the burning shoe store. Plastic-laden smoke filled the air, making me sick. I was in trouble.
Excerpt 3
He pressed his body hard against mine, and I forgot my worries over Flint, or the pox, or anything. I tipped my head back, lips parted, my hands wrapped around the outsides of his thighs. Dakota’s fingers traced the low-cut neckline of my dress. He kissed the soft hollow between my neck and shoulder. “I love you, Jackie.” 
A thrill went through me. “I guess I accidentally told you, the night we thought the pox got me, but . . .” I couldn’t say it. Even though it was true. I couldn’t tell him I loved him. I didn’t know why. Maybe it was all tangled up in my mind with begging him to shoot me.
If I succumbed, and gave him my heart, would I become a girlie-girl, giggling and flipping my hair? I doubted it. I’d rather be a mythical outlaw, going into combat by my lover’s side. Sadly, I suspected that my future would be a lot less epic, and a lot more about diapers and dirty dishes. Was I ready for that? Was he?
Dakota gently turned me to face him. I couldn’t even speak. He was everything I ever wanted. My doubts faded. I stood on tiptoe and kissed him, his dark, wavy hair soft between my fingers.
 “That night, when you stole the Jeep, and I thought you’d been infected,” Dakota whispered. “That’s when I knew I loved you. That could have been the worst day of my life, but it turned out all right.”
He reached out and opened our ragged curtains a little. Only a few scattered lights dotted the dark city. On the other side of the diner, Keenan rolled over in his booth. I hoped he was asleep. It wouldn’t be past him to come out and make trouble, especially if he saw me and Dakota kissing.
“So, I’ve been thinking about you and me, pretty much nonstop.” Dakota laughed softly. “And I had this idea. Can I show you?”
I smiled. “Sure.”
Dakota took me over to the bar.  “See how there’s already kind of an enclosed space here? With a little work, we could build ourselves a room. I know it smells like stale beer in there now, but…”
“I don’t mind, as long as you’re in there with me,” I whispered.
We moved behind the bar and kissed until I thought we’d both lose control. Dakota slid his hands under my dress and touched me in places no boy ever had. His whole body felt tight with pent-up tension. “Oh, Jackie, I want you so bad,” he whispered.
I twined my arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and touched his ear lightly with the tip of my tongue, enjoying the shiver it sent through him.  I whispered one word. “Yes.”
Dakota took a quick breath. He pulled back a little to look at me. “Are you sure?” 
 “Completely.” I looked down in case he saw the truth in my eyes. I did want Dakota, more than anything, and I couldn’t wait. Not just because I loved him. Not just because he drove me out of my mind with desire. I couldn’t afford to wait. Flint’s Army was right outside, and I wanted my first time to be with Dakota. That gift was for him. Not for Flint, or one of Rico’s men.
After a while, I sat on the bar, legs dangling. Dakota stood in front of me, and I cradled his ribs between my thighs. His head rested on my chest. Joy radiated off him. So much love filled me that I thought it could fly out and heal the whole world. Then Flint’s drums pounded from outside. Our sentries howled their defiance.
“Build this room soon, Dakota,” I whispered, stroking his dark hair. “Really soon.”

Courtney Farrell is a biologist who turned her love of books into a career as an author. She has published fourteen nonfiction books and three exciting novels for young people. Courtney lives with her husband and sons on a Colorado ranch where they enjoy a menagerie of horses, dogs, cats, and chickens. 





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Saturday, July 12, 2014

Simon by V.A. Dold

NOTE: Complete novel. No cliffhanger. Dual POV. Rated 18+ for language and strong sexual content. 

Four years of honorably serving his country has left Simon, Cade’s younger brother, damaged and trapped in wolf form. Little did he know the only person with the ability to heal him completely would be found at home. Literally. Now that he’s found her, he is desperate to claim her. 

Rose is a beautiful, voluptuous woman with limited experience with men. Although she's confident, she still has reservations. Never having a family of her own, her fear of abandonment has her fleeing romantic relationships, and doubting herself. 

Travis is insane. A deadly loose cannon that a secret organization hired to destroy the Le Beau family by denying them their mates. Permanently. 

Simon’s dream will be lost forever unless he is able to maintain human form. 
Rose needs unconditional love and a mate to create the family she’s always wanted. 
Travis’s all-consuming drive is to take Rose for himself. 

Will Simon ever be whole again, able to claim his mate, giving Rose the love and family she so desperately craves? Or will Travis destroy them both?
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She looked at him over her shoulder. His blue eyes seared her with heat. The intensity of his stare made her shiver. Lifting one hand, he laid his fingers against the blush of her cheek. Then he wrapped his arms around her from behind. He buried his nose in her hair and let his wolf rumble in satisfaction. “I’m ready to show you off at Julia’s whenever you are.”
“Let me check my face and hair. It’ll only take a minute.” She returned a few minutes later looking amazing.
Her hair was pulled back in a fashionable messy bun. A single strand was left loose to fall down the side of her face to the tip of her breast. He longed to follow that strand to its destination, scrape his teeth against her nipple and inhale her precious scent.
She was without a doubt the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen in his life. Rose placed her arms around his neck, and he relished how her warmth seeped into his body.
“I may have to change my mind, you look too good, and I’ll be forced to kill some idiot who tries to dance with you.”
She rolled her eyes at him and grabbed her purse. “Come on, Romeo, I’m ready for a boat ride and a turn around the dance floor.”
Simon held her hand as she got into the boat then jumped in and revved the motor. “I’ll go slow so I don’t mess up your gorgeous hair.” He winked.
She blew him a kiss and fluffed her hair dramatically.
Even going slow it only took twenty minutes to reach the pier serving the bar. He already heard the music and boisterous patrons. He cut the motor and helped her exit safely; boats weren’t designed for high heels.
Rose looked up and down the line of boat slips and shoreline. “Where’s her sign?”
“She doesn’t have one. We’d rather random humans didn’t wonder in. Mates are more than welcome, but the occasional human to happen upon the bar isn’t very well received.”
He led her to an open table. “I’ll get us drinks, would you like wine or a whiskey Coke?”
“A whiskey Coke sounds great.” Her eyes were bright with excitement as she checked out the crowd.
He squeezed into an open spot at the bar and waved over his cousin. “Julia! How are you, cher?”
“Oh, mon dieu! Simon, it’s so good to see you. I heard you found your mate.”
“I did.” He gestured to their table. “Rose is seated right there, stop over if you get a break.”
“Oh, elle est de toute beauté. You’re a lucky man, cuz.”
“Don’t I know it.” He grinned. “Can I get a Whiskey Coke and a beer?”
He turned his back to the bar to check on Rose. Simon’s breath caught as she unconsciously moistened her lip with the tip of her pink tongue. That mouth was made for sin, with its plush lower lip. He imagined her mouth doing wicked things to a certain part of his anatomy. Blood thrummed in his veins.  Simon turned to inconspicuously adjust himself, his faded jeans were suddenly way too tight. Her intoxicating scent of coffee and cinnamon rolls licked at his groin even from across the room. He wanted to rub himself all over her, saturating her with his scent whenever they were in public. His wolf wouldn’t be satisfied until they were mated.
Gazing at her across the room his blood surged, he imagined her naked on his bed, her thighs parted in invitation. He lowered his head and tasted her passion. Loving her long into the night, her excited cries entwining with his hoarse groans as they made the bed shudder and shake. He shook his head. He really needed to get control of his randy thoughts. This was date night and he would show her a good time away from his bed for once. Down boy, he snarled at his wolf. When he glanced at her again she was snickering and shaking her head at him. He must be imagining loudly.
“Here you go, no charge, and congratulations, Simon.” Julia rapped her knuckles on the bar top before she turned her attention to making another customer’s drink. She was very busy, so he left her to it. He’d barely taken his seat when the band took the stage for another set. He stood and held his hand out to Rose. “May I have this dance?”
“Why, yes, you may,” she said playing along.
Simon held her close enough to see the sparkles in her blue eyes. He loved the way her gaze lit up when she was happy. But his wolf itched to see her eyes dazed with passion as he made love to her, and then sated and sleepy afterwards. For now holding her on the dance floor would do. Rose’s intoxicating fragrance surrounded him, teasing his senses. He was in heaven.
He cupped her cheek with a large, warm palm. “I’m so happy you moved into our house, Rose. Having you in my arms makes me the luckiest man in the world.” The moment she agreed to move to his house he’d called it their home. His glowing blue eyes regarded her with a tenderness that made her breath hitch.
She tightened her arms around his neck, urging his face closer to hers. “I didn’t want to go back to Anna’s, to an empty bed anymore,” she told him. “If you really plan to have me as your mate, it only made sense.”
“Just say the word and I’m yours completely. Forever.” He smiled, then dipped his head, kissed her deeply and nuzzled her.

V.A.  Dold is the bestselling author of the Le Beau Brothers series, New Orleans wolf shifter novels. A graduate of Saint Cloud University, she majored in marketing. Prior to becoming a full time writer, she was a publicist to the authors, owning Innovative Online Book Tours and ARC Author & Reader Con's (ARC NOLA) (ARC Phoenix). Still is. The companies mesh so well together, much like PB&J.
Her idea of absolute heaven is a day in the French Quarter filled with nothing but her computer, her coffee mug and the Brothers, of course.
A Minnesota native with her heart lost to Louisiana, she has a penchant for titillating tales featuring sexy men and strong women. When she's not writing, she's probably taking in a movie, reading or traveling.
Her earliest reading memories are from grade school. She had a major fixation with horses, and the Black Stallion was a favorite. Then junior high came along and teenage hormones kicked in. It became all about the Harlequin Romances. She has been hooked on romances ever since. 

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