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When gods and mortals collide… ‘The Irish Gods’ #Paranormal #EroticRomance #Series @ddehel @SDSXXTours

Gods and Mortals
The Irish Gods Book 1
by D.S. Dehel
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Maeve Devlin has no idea what to expect when she travels to Ireland for a
vacation, but definitely not the supernatural or an old god obsessed
with her. What should be a fun time reconnecting with an old love
interest first turns thrilling, then confusing, when two men seem
interested in a fling. And what’s with all the birds?
But when The Man with eyes like the sea— the man she’s dreamed of her
entire life—appears, her life spirals out of control, and she’s
thrust into a world of gods and heroes, magic and love. When gods and
mortals collide, nothing goes well.
Gods and Mortals, the first book in the Irish Gods series, introduces us
to modern day Ireland, a place where the old and new exists side by
side, and the old gods mingle with mankind. It tells the tale of
Maeve Devlin and the man she was destined for, and the one god daring
to claim her for his very own.
God of the Sea
The Irish Gods Book 2
God of the Sea, book 2 in the Irish Gods series, tells the tale of Ellie
Selkirk―elementary school teacher, bartender, and one-time Seer.
She has left the world of gods and magic behind and settled into an
ordinary life. Gods are just too much trouble, and even worse,
they’re dangerous.
Her life—and summer vacation—is upended when she meets Gareth Keir,
front man for the band DeDanu and god of nothing. Intrigued by
Gareth, Ellie decides to see where this romance will go, thinking
it’ll amount to little more than a summer fling. Fate has other
plans, though, and when Gareth’s brother, Declan, stumbles into the
scene, injured and chased by Hunters, Ellie must decide how far she
is willing to go make the man she loves the god he is destined to be,
even if it means revisiting her own dark past.
Curse of the Gods
The Irish Gods Book 3
Amory Wright’s world is changing. Her son is off to college and her
husband, Steven, has accepted a new job that moves them to Dublin.
There, she begins to work for David Abernathy, owner of Love Spot.
It’s her first real job—outside of being mom—and she discovers
there’s more to herself than the country club veneer she has
cultivated in the past.
David sees this too, and his charm and good looks tempt her in ways she’s
never been tempted before. To make things worse, Amory suspects
Steven’s trips for work may be cover for yet another affair.
As her life spirals out of control, she discovers that the person she is
attracted to is more than a man: he’s the God of Sex, and he wants
her to see him for who he truly is. And maybe—just maybe—she can
break the centuries-old curse that haunts him to this day.
Goddess of the Dead
The Irish Gods Book 4
Fight for your destiny.
Mo Noonan’s life is falling apart. She’s failed out of grad school.
Her fiancé just dumped her in front of all her friends. Her mother
thinks she’s a failure.
And now she’s dead.
It’s hard making friends with the dead, especially when you’ve been murdered,
but Aedan Hanlon is willing to show Mo how to navigate the
Underworld, though he keeps going on and on about facing her Truth.
After spending time with Aedan, Mo begins to wonder, can the dead
fall in love?
And if they do, why does the Goddess of the Dead
have to mess everything up? Why can’t Mo and Aedan just rest in
peace?
D.S. Dehel is a lover of photography, good food, and the Oxford comma.
When she is not immersed in a book, she is mom to her kids and spoiling her rather
pampered feline, Mr. Darcy. She can also be found at the gym training
for her next Spartan race and generally avoiding all adult
responsibility. She adores literary allusions, writing sex scenes,
and British television. Her devoted husband is still convinced she
writes children’s books. Please don’t enlighten him.
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she’s caught up in a plot to kidnap him ‘Untraceable’ #Erotic #RomanticSuspense @BethDCarter @evernightpub

Hey folks! Today I’m happy to introduce you to Beth D. Carter and her story Untraceable!

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I hate washing dishes but I love cooking. I hate washing clothes but I love wearing them. I try to write characters who aren’t cookie cutters, ones who are full of angst but where love redeems them. I push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box. I hate people who don’t pick up their dog’s crap in public places and I really hate people who are rude and condescending. I especially hate discrimination in all and every form. The perfect birthday presents are gift certificates to bookstores. And I love to hear from readers. I’m really easy to find on Facebook or Twitter.

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What inspired you to write the story you are promoting?
It really started with the hero in first book, Invincible. I had created Lee Masterson in my Forgotten Rebels MC world and by the fourth book, I liked him so much I knew he had to have his own story. So I dug out this abandoned idea I had a long time ago, dusted it off, and created the World of Danger Series.

Did you do any interesting research for this book? If so, please share the process and what you learned. If not, why did you feel the story didn’t warrant research?
Mainly had to research what tech is available, and for some of it, I made it up as “prototype”.

What was your process for coming up with the title and character names in the story you are promoting?
The first book was easy. I’d already established Lee Masterson was “invincible”. It was also pretty easy for the second book. JD relies on his technology for everything. His life is automated. I had to take him out of his comfort zone and make him vulnerable…hence, “untraceable”. Now the planned third book was a little more difficult. I guess y’all have to wait for the title.

What is your favorite line, or scene, that you wrote in the story you are promoting? Why is it?
“We’re all a disappointment to someone at some point in our lives.” I think I like this line because it applies to both characters. I also think it applies to all of us at some point in our lives.

Did you have a favorite drink and/or snack on hand while writing the story you are promoting? If so, what was it? If not, did you have something else that was special going on, like listening to music or where you wrote the story?
I like to listen to music while I write. I usually give a title song to each book. For “Invincible” it was Feel Invincible by Skillet. For “Untraceable” it was Burn it Down by Linkin Park. The next book I’ve already been listening to Find You by Ruelle.

What is something readers might not know about you and would be surprised to learn?
I tend to put Easter eggs in my books. Usually this falls into characters making pit stops in other books and me trying to connect them to each other. For instance, World of Danger ties in with Forgotten Rebels.

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Mae Sawyer has a huge crush on her boss, JD Harlan, but he doesn’t even know she exists. She blends into the background of her data entry job, living for glimpses of him walking through the office. Then one night, everything changes. While working late, she’s caught up in a plot to kidnap him…and gets taken as well.

They wake up in an underground bunker. No electricity. No way to be traced. Alone, they have to rely on each other to stay strong until their captor decides their fate. Danger lurks outside the bunker, waiting for a moment of vengeance.

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“Oh my,” she whispered, her mouth going dry and her panties going wet.

Mae sucked in a deep, ragged breath as her eyes followed his lithe walk. She couldn’t help but drool a little over the exceptionally toned physique. The chest and shoulders of chiseled marble. The narrow waist tapered down into thighs that flexed hard muscle with every step and a perfect, rock-hard ass. A quiver fluttered in her belly as her usual daydream of him exploded in her head—running her hands over every square inch of the perfect hunk, her tongue lapping over every plane of delicious skin. Her imagination shocked even herself, although she had no illusions that Joseph David Harlan the Second even knew she existed.

Then something amazing happened. He turned and looked at her. After a year of ogling him, of having steamy dreams about him that always left her panties soaked, he turned his head and finally took notice of her. She blinked and sat up straight, her heart thundering so badly in her chest she thought she might be having a heart attack. Those beautiful royal-blue eyes met hers, held her gaze, and did a quick look over her features before turning away. She almost melted in a puddle of goo.

He greeted two men who stood near the reception desk and shook their hands. As he led them toward the door to the back offices, she was unable to tear her eyes away, urging him to look at her again. But he either didn’t pick up her mental coaxing or had decided she wasn’t worth a second look because he didn’t glance in her direction again. Instead, he typed in the code that opened the opaque security door and gestured for the two men to enter before he followed after them. Breath swooshed back into her lungs.

“You better calm down,” said her co-worker, Renee Hammond, who sat in the cubicle next to hers.

Mae fanned herself. “Hunky Harlan should be labeled a lethal weapon.”

She relaxed back into her chair, a fine sheen of sweat covering her forehead. Her knees knocked together, an after-effect of her crazy infatuation. His mere presence reduced her to a pile of quivering female hormones and she could only imagine what he’d do to her if there was ever a chance he’d talk to her.

Or kiss her.

Oh Lord, he looked at me!

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Love & blessings to all! ❤
Jacey

between Max and his dark-n-sexy friend ‘Red Light Fantasies’ #Erotic #Contemporary #Romance #series @brandi_evans @SDSXXTours

His for the Taking
Red Light Fantasies Book 1
by Brandi Evans
Genre: Contemporary Romance
I love managing Red Light Lingerie, a sexy boutique in Dallas. I get to
spend my days talking to people about bedroom wear, sex toys, and
enhancement lotions for all occasions. But by far, my favorite erotic
job perk is my sexy British boss, Maxwell Penn.
Max is a Matthew McConaughey look-alike who’s equal parts dreamboat and
domineering pain in the neck, and I regularly fluctuate between “I
want to bed him” and “I want to strangle him.” But still, yum.
The paradigm of our relationship, however, changes irrevocably when a
lingerie designer, a friend of Max’s from Britain, comes to town,
and I have to stand in for a no-show lingerie model. Before I can say
G-string, I find myself sandwiched between Max and his dark-n-sexy
friend.
I’d be in total heaven if it weren’t for the guilt swirling in Max’s
blue eyes. I have no idea why it’s there, but I’m bound and
determined to find out.
Publisher’s Note: This book contains descriptions of consensual activities,
including eroticism and discipline. If you object to these elements,
please do not read this book.
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A Hot Mess
Red Light Fantasies Book 2
Jealousy’s a real bitch, but so is his ex-girlfriend.
Maxwell Penn is my lover, my boss, and my Dom. He pushes me emotionally as
well as sexually, in all the ways a girl should be pushed by the man
she loves. Sure, some days, I still swing back and forth between
wanting to strangle him and wanting to straddle him, but I wouldn’t
give him up for the world. Oh, did I mention there’s talk of him
taking me to a Swingers’ Ball at a local BDSM club?
So yeah, our relationship is positively sizzling. At least, it is until
Boudoir Fashion Week, when Max’s college girlfriend explodes back
into his life, and everything goes south. Giselle Dubois is tall,
svelte, and so stunning that I feel the need to wear sunglasses
whenever she’s around.

As she uses her sensuality and intimate knowledge of Max’s past, Giselle
embarks on a mission of manipulation to acquire something Max “took”
from her years ago, but it’s not just knowledge of Max’s past she
has in her arsenal. She knows my past. My family’s secrets. The dark
stain that has marred my family since I was a child. But Giselle
isn’t the only threat facing us. There is another monster in our
midst, one far more cunning and deadly.
Publisher’s Note: This love story contains elements of power exchange, multiple
partners, a vindictive ex-girlfriend, and explicitly described
sensual encounters. If these offend you, please do not purchase this book.
All Maxed Out
Red Light Fantasies Book 3
Brandi Evans was raised by a caravan of traveling Gypsies. She spent her
days learning the ways of her people and her nights lost in legends
as old as time. Okay, not really, but that’s way more interesting
than the truth!
In reality, Brandi grew up the oldest child of an ordinary family. Grade
school, middle school, high school. Nothing extraordinary happened
until she left the nest. She joined the military, went to college,
got married, and became a mom. And somewhere along the way, she
discovered she liked to read—and write!—stories hot enough to
melt eReaders.
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succumbing to their forbidden mating ‘Killian’s Hope’ #Erotic #PNR @ElyzabethVaLey @evernightpub

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Hope is a precious thing.

Hope is all Alpha Protector Killian has. Hope for more time with his mate. Hope for a better future in which they can be together freely. When they’re both assigned to the same undercover mission in Spain, Killian seizes the opportunity as a chance to spend more time with Prudence.

Unfortunately, she doesn’t share his point of view, but hope is the last thing he’ll lose.

It’s not greed if it’s for the greater good.

Prudence loves Killian above all else, but her mission in life is to serve the Virtues and keep the balance between good and evil. Being appointed leader of the Spell Casters in the dangerous mission to defeat the Sin Lords is her chance to prove to her superiors that she can be the next High Priestess.

The only problem is resisting Killian.

With years of pent up love and frustration tugging at them, will they be able to avoid succumbing to their forbidden mating? And what will happen when the evil which they were sent to destroy threatens to tear them apart forever?

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The Sagrada Familia. Pictures © Elyzabeth Valey.

Almost two years ago, I revisited the city of Barcelona, Spain.

I was getting ready for the release of Max’s Desire, which mainly takes place in Madrid, and was already busy working on Killian and Prudence’s story.

No sooner had I arrived at the city, I knew that’s where my characters would be headed. I could picture the couple walking through the Gothic Quarter, commenting on the street art, the wide spaces, even the elaborate steel lampposts

Then, we visited the Sagrada Familia and everything clicked. From the arches, to the stained glass windows, down to the never ending spires, it all fit perfectly into Killian’s story.

I hope when you read Killian’s Hope you can delight in stepping into their version of Barcelona, as much as I enjoyed writing about it.

Excerpt:

The last rays of sunlight filtered through the stained-glass windows, creating a pattern of dancing colors on the floors and walls. It would have been a spectacle worth watching if she wasn’t so bent on seeing Killian. She was glad they weren’t allowed to be in the same room together, because otherwise, she didn’t know if she would be capable of not throwing herself into his arms. Prudence reached the appointed room. It was not much larger than the one on the other side of the wall. With an impatient flick of her wrist, she brought the ancient scripts on the walls alive with light. The protection spells glowed brightly for a few seconds then began to fade, remaining dim like the last licking flames of dying firewood. Sitting on the padded stool in front of the window, Pru inhaled deeply. She bit her lip to keep from gasping. Surely, she couldn’t smell him in here. Surely, it was only her mind playing tricks on her, recalling his scent from previous encounters. She dropped her gaze to her hands, staring at her quivering fingers which matched the erratic thumping of her heart. She had to control herself. Recall their true reason for being here.

Killian cleared his throat loudly, shattering her thoughts. There was no point in delaying this any longer. Her pain would not ease so she’d just have to bury it. As she reached for the window’s knob, she swore she heard Killian’s labored exhale, as if he too were releasing something pent-up inside him. Was it possible he also felt the same pain as her? Selfish thoughts tried to surface but she beat them back. It was time to focus. Bracing herself, she slid open the window dividing them and any pretense of focus was nearly lost. Eyes blue like the ocean on a clear morning with dark irises and long blond lashes locked with hers. Her heart danced in her chest and her cheeks heated. Every fiber in her body woke up, alert to the presence of the man she loved.

She dug her fingernails into her knees. Dear Gods, she wanted to touch him. Her gaze dropped to his lips which she could see through the fine mesh. Kiss him. Feel his warm mouth against her, breathing life into her. She looked up again and realized he did the same, taking her in like some kind of starved animal. Tears stung the back of her eyes and she averted her gaze. She had to end this quickly, before their emotions got out of hand. She glanced at the ring on her left hand. Silver with a white stone, it represented the order of Spell Casters. She had to keep her mission in mind.

“Why are you here, Killian?”

Silence stretched between them and she wondered if he had heard her.

“Killian?”

“You can’t keep the sweetness out of my name even when you try.”

Her gaze flew to his and she saw the familiar spark in his eyes. The one which lit her up inside and out and made the corner of her lips twitch. Daredevil. She clasped her hands together, pressing the pad of her thumb against the ring. Remember.

“Why are you here?” she asked drily, proud that at least her voice didn’t tremble.

“You know why.”

“I don’t.”

“You requested me.”

“You have received the documents.”

“And your note.”

“You would have tried to see me and gotten yourself into trouble otherwise.”

“So you decided to make it easier for me by leaving a love-locked message.”

She could hear his grin. He was holding back a chuckle. Damn man. She pursed her lips. If she smiled, she’d be opening a window of opportunity, giving them both hope when there was none.

“Yes. And—” She paused. Here it went. “I just wanted to make it clear that this is strictly business.”

“Yet, you requested me for the mission.”

“What?” she squealed.

“Aslan told me.”

“That’s not how it happened. It has nothing to do with us. I would have requested another but—”

“But, Pru?”

She didn’t reply. Her head pounded as she tried to find a way to get out of the mess she had created. She could almost taste the savory sweetness of hope, stretching between them like an invisible lasso binding them together.

“Killian, you know we can’t be together,” she whispered at length.

“I know, but that’s not what I’m asking. Not today.” His tone was gentle, their roles reversed. One moment, she’d had the upper hand, had been dealing the cards, the next, he’d plucked them out of her hand.

“I simply want to know: why did you request me? Why, Pru?”

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Elyzabeth blogger imageElyzabeth M. VaLey is a writer of sizzling, sexy romance who firmly believes in happy ever after. From paranormal to contemporary, fantasy, or historical, she enjoys exploring her characters’ darker side and writing stories about tortured heroes, strong heroines, and all that comes between them and their love.

When she’s not writing, she can be found walking in the Spanish countryside with her black Lab and Golden Retriever mix, exploring castles, or enjoying some tapas with her friends.

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the release she needs ‘Bind Me, Sir’ #BDSM #Romance #Series @AuthorLynnBurke

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Bind Me, Sir

Bonds of Worship 1

By Lynn Burke

Release Date: September 3, 2019

#BDSM #Erotic #Romance #Billionaire #Series #HEA

Blurb:

As part of the British peerage, Jordan Graystone knows what it’s like to live in the public eye. Which is why he holds hard limits when it comes to scening with submissives—no kissing, no penetration. Both lead to unwanted emotions and women attempting to take more than he’s willing to give.

Entrusted with the care of raising her younger sister is a responsibility Natalie Perez doesn’t take lightly. She focuses solely on her troubled ward, putting aside her own desires even when confronted with the temptation Jordan promises—fulfilling her fantasies to be bound and worshiped upon an old church’s altar.

Secretly snapping a photo ends in a confrontation that arouses Natalie to the point of turmoil—and Jordan past the point of caring about limits. He’s determined to give Natalie the release she needs, but her obligation threatens to rip apart his plans for more than their agreed upon one night.

Will Natalie’s selfless dedication to her sister be the key to bind her and Jordan together or the fault that tears them apart?

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A flick of the lights flooded the room in brightness, and I blinked until he dimmed them enough I could glance around the church’s interior. It appeared the same as the first time I’d trespassed—dark and seductive, the excitement of the unknown heightening my pulse and breath.

Jordan released my hand, and I clutched my arms around my middle as he flipped the switch on a lone electric candle in the front window.

“To let others know the church is occupied,” he explained once he turned to find my brow furrowed in question. He took his time lighting candles around the room, and eventually flicked off the dimmed overhead lights and stood before me.

A shudder rippled over me at the look in his eyes, a darker blue, like the sky at twilight, full of unknown, lurking shadows. He stared at my lips and tugged me close. I dropped my arms to my sides, unsure of what to do but trusting him to tell me.

“We need to talk about a few things first, okay, love?”

The pet name, the accent in his low tone, nearly buckled my knees. I managed a nod, swallowing against the dryness in my throat as I stared at his lips.

“Do you have any experience in this lifestyle?”

I shook my head.

“Are you a virgin?”

Heat flooded my cheeks, and even though I’d only experienced sex a handful of times, I’d never enjoyed it as the women in the eBooks Lily insisted I read. I shook my head once more, too embarrassed to admit the truth of my lackluster sex life.

“Do you know what a safeword is?” he continued with the questioning, and my face heated even more at memories of the last book I’d devoured the evening before.

“Like traffic lights?” I whispered.

A twinkle lit in his eyes. “Yes. Tell me what each color means.”

“Green means go.” I swallowed. “Yellow is slow down, I need to think. Red means stop.”

He nodded. “You’re in control, Natalie. I will learn your body, your tells, but you decide what will or won’t happen tonight, okay, love?”

He would learn my body…

God, yes.

I nodded.

“Tell me—” Jordan turned me to face the room, his hands on my waist as he pressed against my back, his chin on my shoulder “—what part of this room excites you the most?”

Gulping, I glanced at the altar. “Everything,” I whispered rather than admit to the truth.

“Instruments of pain?”

The rack of items including a crop and flogger snagged my attention, but I wasn’t sure about pain other than the idea of his hand prints on my backside.

“The cross?”

I eyed the St. Andrew’s cross, flinching at the memory of a woman I’d read about being strapped to such a contraption, angry red marks across her thighs and lower back.

“The bed?”

Rings on the sturdy posts drew my focus, and I licked my lower lip.

“The altar?”

My breath caught, nipples aching as I studied the table meant for worshiping God and the ungodly images flashing in my head of being tied down—open and unable to move. Bound for a dominant’s pleasure—Jordan’s pleasure.

“Mmm.” His hot breath caressed my ear. “You do want to be strapped down to the altar, don’t you?”

I jerked my head in agreement, a million butterflies fluttering my stomach.

Jordan steered me closer with his hands on my hips, stopping me right in front of the padded altar. Coils of rope sat atop it, and I gulped at the thought of abrasions on my wrists and ankles—not that I had any intention of fighting whatever he wished to do to me.

“Tell me what you want, Natalie,” he said, his breath once again hot against my ear.

Dare I? I hesitated, embarrassed to admit what I’d fantasized about. My gaze flitted to the bed once more and the lengths of black silk draped over the bed’s foot.

“Answer me.”

I jerked my focus back on the altar and flicked my tongue out to moisten my lips. “Bind me, Sir.”

© Lynn Burke 2019

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Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

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saving the wolf will threaten her life ‘A Wolf’s Tale’ #erotic #paranormal @SuzyShearer @evernightpub

Hey folks! Today I’m happy to introduce you to Suzy Shearer and her story A Wolf’s Tale!

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Renaissance woman, best-selling and Award winning author Suzy Shearer writes contemporary and paranormal erotic romances filled with mature and interesting characters. Her books always feature older heroes and heroines; ranging from mid 40s to 60s. The heroines are usually confident plus-sized women who are proud of their curves. Suzy feels it’s important for readers to connect.

Suzy also wants her readers to understand just because people are older doesn’t mean they aren’t intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment. They may be older but not always wiser. Remember sexy isn’t just for the under 30s.

A Buddhist and artist, Suzy lives in the Lake Macquarie region of NSW, Australia with one very spoilt dog and two equally spoilt cats keeping her company. When Suzy is not writing, she is usually painting – an accomplished watercolour Artist her subjects range from portraits and animals to nudes and landscapes. She is also a quilter, toy maker, sculptor and potter. Suzy’s Art

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When veterinarian Emily Brownstone, 55, finds a poisoned wolf on the roadside, she doesn’t realize the chain of events that will follow.

Someone is trying to kill off the native wildlife, and Emily’s action in saving the wolf will threaten her life, but will also bring her the man of her dreams.

Tate Collins, 57, can’t believe his luck—he’s finally met his soul mate after all these years. All he has to do is tell her his secret—and it is a big one! He just hopes she won’t freak out when she finds out he spends a lot of his time running around on four legs!

But even if she does accept him, will they find each other only to be torn apart by the danger that threatens the wildlife—and Emily?

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“There’s an injured animal on the road, but I can’t lift it by myself. Could you help me please? I want to put it in the rear of my car.”

The two men exchanged a look, and Emily felt apprehensive. The look seemed like some silent conversation between them. She didn’t like it, but there was nothing she could do now.

“Injured animal. What sort?”

“A wolf.”

Another looked passed between them, and Emily felt the hair on the back of her neck stand. They seemed to be communicating with just body language and looks. It freaked her a little. Before she could tell them to forget about it, they pulled their four-wheel drive to the side of the road and got out. Both men quickly went to the fallen animal. They whispered something to each other and turned to her. Emily could see they were extremely worried and upset, rather more than you’d expect.

“Ma’am, it’s pretty dangerous to put a wild wolf in your car. Why don’t you let us take it?”

Oh, oh.

Suddenly Emily realized these two could be poachers and here she was handing over a beautiful wolf to them. The trade in illegal wolf pelts was still happening and rather lucrative.

Firmly she said, “If you get it onto the back of my jeep, I can check it out and sedate it if necessary. I’m a vet.”

Of course, Emily hadn’t practiced full-time for a few years. She’d retired but ran a small practice from her home. Still, she always carried an emergency kit in her car. The taller of the two men seemed to hover over her, and Emily began to back away to the jeep.

“I really think you should let us take it.”

His voice was not quite menacing, but it had enough force to make Emily very nervous, but she was determined these two wouldn’t intimidate her and take the wolf.

“No. It needs medical attention.”

He stepped very close to her. Regretting her decision to ask for help, she touched the back of the jeep. Casually putting a hand behind her, she groped inside for something heavy in case they attacked her. The shorter of the men leaned toward the other and whispered. The tall one glanced down at her, and he took a couple of backward steps.

© Suzy Shearer 2019

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Jacey

anything is possible… Out Now! ‘Chasing the Chambermaid’ by Lucy Felthouse @cw1985 #reverseharem #rh #whychoose

Hey folks! Today I’m happy to introduce you to Lucy Felthouse and her story Chasing the Chambermaid!

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Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller), The Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight and The Heiress’s Harem series. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 170 publications to her name. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Join her Facebook group for exclusive cover reveals, sneak peeks and more! Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter here: http://www.subscribepage.com/lfnewsletter

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Can an exciting new outlook on life help Connie heal her damaged heart?

Connie White is running away from an abusive relationship. Fear and desperation have driven her to Bowdley Hall Hotel in the Scottish Highlands, where, despite an unceremonious start, she appears to have fallen on her feet. The owner, Frances McKenzie, is kind and understanding, and seems happy for Connie to hide out in her hotel for a while.

With a roof over her head and a job as a chambermaid, Connie is in a better situation than she could ever have hoped for. Her workmates seem nice, but she’s determined to keep them at arm’s length. After all, how can she form connections if she’s unwilling to divulge anything about herself?

Her apparent mysteriousness doesn’t faze her gorgeous new colleagues Will MacIntyre, Nico Moretti, and Ashley Fox. All three show a keen interest in her, but Connie has absolutely no intention of going there. She hasn’t fled one relationship, only to get involved with someone else, no matter how gorgeous. She simply isn’t ready for that.

When an epiphany of sorts makes her realise she’s living a half-life by keeping herself so cut off from everyone, she finally lets someone in. That someone shows her there can be something between singledom and a full-on relationship. And when casual dating is on the cards, anything is possible…

Note: This novella has been previously published as part of the Duty Bound anthology.

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Prologue

Only the slop, slop, slopping sound of her painfully slow footsteps through the thick, sucking mud convinced Connie White she was actually making any progress. Her limbs and extremities had long since gone so numb that she couldn’t be sure otherwise.

Come on, Con, just a little bit further. That sign said something about an estate, and an estate means buildings. A bloody cowshed will do—anything for some respite from this infernal sodding weather.

She pushed on for several more minutes, then gasped with shock and relief when her next step met not with sloppy mud or waterlogged grass, but a track. A rough track, but a track nonetheless. And it had to lead somewhere, surely? It ran left to right across the line she’d been taking, so Connie had to make a decision. Which way would lead her to… something? She was already soaked to the skin and freezing cold, so a couple of seconds of rumination wouldn’t make the slightest bit of difference to her physical state. She really didn’t want to end up going in the wrong direction and heading further away from any semblance of civilisation.

She took a breath and remembered her gran’s—long since dead, bless her—nonsensical motto—or one of them, anyway: If in doubt, turn left.

Connie shrugged, and another of her gran’s daft phrases flitted into her brain. In for a penny, in for a pound.

She hoiked her backpack higher, hunched her shoulders against the relentless wind and rain, and turned left. Moments later, she was rewarded as the hulking shape of a building appeared from the sheets of wind-buffeted rain. Excitement gave her a burst of energy, spurring her on. Fifty feet. Forty. Twenty-five. God, what was this place? It looked so old and decrepit the Vikings could have left it behind. Doesn’t matter. If it provides even a modicum of shelter, it’s an improvement on where you slept last night. The wooden bench on the tiny village’s green hadn’t exactly been the warmest or most comfortable place to lay her head. And she shuddered to think about what would have happened if someone unsavoury had happened across her, alone and vulnerable. She’d been very glad to wake up and hurriedly continue on her journey that morning.

The last few feet went by in a blur of motion, her body still numb and not entirely under her control. At least the track was easier to walk on. It wasn’t particularly smooth, but at least it wasn’t trying to pull off her walking boots, like the sucking mud had been.

Finally, she burst through the building’s heavy door, only the adrenaline pumping in her veins making it possible to even shift the thing. Fuck, I’m exhausted.

The last thing she remembered was shucking off her backpack and slamming the door against the elements. Then silence.

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Jacey