Does a week of sexual adventure include a future with two men?
PUBLISHER: Changeling Press
COVER ARTIST: Bryan Keller
GENRES: Contemporary, New Adult,
Silver Fox (older man younger woman)
I was seventeen when my daddy gave me to Torch, who inked me, kissed me, then watched me walk away. I was supposed to return after I graduated, but instead I ran. Now I’m back, ready to face whatever fate awaits me. He’s probably pissed, and rightly so. It was only supposed to be a short separation, but three years have passed. I expected yelling, maybe some public humiliation. It never occurred to me he’d kiss me so deeply, so passionately that I’d be begging for more. He’ll be my first, my last, my only…because I’m his, and he’s never going to let me forget it.
For years, I’ve kept my distance, watching over the girl I claimed as my own. She wears my brand, and I know it’s only a matter of time before she comes home. I remembered a stunning young woman, but it’s a siren who walks back through my door, all luscious and curvy. There may be about thirty years between us, but fuck if I care what people think. I want her. She’s mine, and I’m going to remind her of that. I’ll take her any way I can, as often as I can, and when I’m done, she’ll never again think of walking out the door. Because what she doesn’t know is that she’s done the impossible…she’s claimed the heart of a man who didn’t think he had one. Now that she’s worked her way deep inside, I’ll rain down hell on anyone who tries to keep us apart. No one’s going to come between us, especially not the man who gave his daughter to me – not even if he has the entire cartel army on his ass.
*Warning: BDSM, anal sex, anal toys
As the owner of Elite Escorts, Micah Fox’s material needs are met, but money isn’t everything. Watching his friends all settle down makes him realize he needs a woman of his own. The one thrust into his life, however, is unable to tolerate physical contact. Not exactly the ideal submissive he can dominate. Can he truly be happy without kink in his life?
Faced with her new boss, Jasmine Swift experiences a hunger to touch—and be touched—for the first time in twelve years. Psychological baggage from her childhood has always hindered any hope of a normal relationship, let alone one with a man as dominant as Micah. Passion flares to life between them, however, and Jasmine blossoms under Micah’s touch.
When her past returns to haunt her present, it threatens everything. Love and peace can be found in true submission if only Jasmine can trust her Sir.
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Tense silence zapped between us, but she didn’t lower her head like usual when she seemed uncomfortable. Her pale-green eyes peered at me with a hint of question. Insecurity. But the pupils dominated, and the pulse jumped in her neck.
“Have you dreamed about me touching you?” I heard myself ask.
So much for inappropriate.
“Yes,” she whispered.
I wouldn’t touch her, but I wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to enjoy every fucking inappropriate bit of information I could get passed her lips. “How?”
“You mean how do you touch me in my dreams?” Her low, husky voice rushed the blood to my cock, but I didn’t bother trying to hide the fact she turned me on.
“Gently.” She swallowed, but held my gaze. “With your fingertips until I grow accustomed to your touch.”
“Where do I touch you?” My voice sounded strangled in my ears.
“Here.” She lifted her hand and glanced at her palm.
“Where else? Put your wine down and show me.” I relaxed back into the chair, legs spread, giving her an eyeful of the hard ridge lining my jeans.
Her attention drifted down between my legs, her lips parting on a sharp inhale as her trembling hand set the wine glass on the table beside her. When she sat back, she uncrossed her legs, but kept her thighs together, the darkness beneath the skirt beckoning to me. “H-here.” She trailed her fingers up her arm, over her collarbone where she lingered. Up her neck. Over her lips.
I groaned. “Where else do I touch you?”
She swallowed, gaze still on my cock, and ran her hand back down her neck and over the swell of her breasts.
“Show me.” My Dom voice took over, and she followed the command without hesitation, slipping her hand up inside her tank top.
Lower lip between her teeth, she squirmed on the couch, same as when I’d caught her drooling over sex toys online.
“Is my touch still gentle?” I asked, my attention glued to the hand moving beneath her shirt, hiding one of the hard nipples pressing against the cotton.
“N-not so much.” Her needy tone brought another groan to my lips.
“What else do I do in your dreams?”
Face red, she closed her eyes. “You suck on my breasts. Bite my nipples.”
“And do you like it?”
“Yes,” she gasped and clenched her legs together.
Fucking heaven, I mused, watching her touch her breasts. I’d never wanted a woman so much in my fucking life. “Are you turned on right now?”
She swallowed and nodded.
“Where else do I touch you, Jasmine?”
Fuck, yes. “Lift your skirt and show me.” Every tense muscle in my body ached to move, but I held myself still. Waiting.
She didn’t even hesitate, but shimmied the skirt up to her hips.
Pink, fucking panties.
With one finger, she skimmed down the lace covering her pussy from me.
“Goddamn,” I groaned, my own fingers digging into my knees.
She slid her fingertip beneath the edge of her panties and rubbed up over her clit, a gasp parting her lips and tipping her head back.
I found myself stroking my cock through my jeans. “Do I make you come in your dreams, Jasmine?”
“Yes,” she whispered, eyes still clenched shut.
“Show me how.”
With one hand, she pulled her panties to the side. Pink lips glistened beneath a thatch of blonde curls.
Drooling, I stroked myself and stared as she pressed two fingers of her right hand into her pussy.
She moaned, slowly fucking herself with her fingers, hips grinding her against her hand.
“I want to watch you come, Jasmine,” I murmured, lifting my attention to her face as little noises flew past her parted lips. “Open your eyes and look at me.”
Panting, she did as told, hazed, pale-green eyes peering my way. A sharp inhale lifted her chest, and her back bowed off my couch. “O-oh!” Her breath caught again, and she shuddered, crying out. I squeezed my cock to keep from blowing my load in my jeans, my blood rushing and ears ringing as she slowly settled, her breaths slowing. “If you ever decide you want me to touch you for real,” I murmured, “you only need to ask.”
OTHER BOOKS IN THE ELITE ESCORTS SERIES:
Third Wheel: https://www.authorlynnburke.com/third-wheel.html
Second Go-Round: https://www.authorlynnburke.com/second-go-round.html
First Time: https://www.authorlynnburke.com/first-time.html
ABOUT LYNN BURKE:
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.
Remus (Watchdogs 2) by Gale Stanley
Cover art: Bryan Keller
Genres: Gay, Werewolves, Shapeshifters, Paranormal,
Action Adventure & Suspense, New Releases, Romance
Page Count: 42
Ex-hitman, Ray Miller got immunity in exchange for testifying against Sarge, his former handler. Grateful for the second chance, Ray and his lover, Jared open their own P.I. agency and call it Watchdogs. But their happily ever after doesn’t last long.
Jared is having nightmares that seem all too real, and someone is stalking him. Ray suspects Sarge wants revenge, but he soon discovers a more dangerous foe is after them. How can he protect himself and Jared, when their enemy is a wolf?
Jared huddled under the covers until the smell of coffee drew him out of bed. First stop, the bathroom. He glanced in the mirror, and did a double take. What the fuck! Gripping the small sink, he leaned in for a closer look. Teeth marks.
Suddenly, a naked Ray appeared behind him, and strong muscular arms circled Jared. “Do you want coffee or a blowjob?” Ray stroked Jared’s flaccid penis back to life.
Jared melted back against him. “I want to get fucked.” Then he remembered. “You bit me.”
Ray inspected his handiwork. “So? You know you like it rough. You were so fucking hot, you didn’t even feel it.”
“You broke the skin.”
“Don’t be a wuss. I had my rabies shot.”
Ray kissed the mark. “It’s a love bite. Means you’re mine. Forever.”
Jared sighed. “I don’t need a mark to remind me. I love you.”
“Love you, too. Come back to bed and I’ll prove it.”
Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.
Some things never change.
TESSA’S HERO by Paige Warren
Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Promo Graphic by Jessica Coulter Smith
Genres: Interracial, New Adult, Contemporary
Tessa Milner never had much, but when she lost her mom, she lost everything. Her dad became a mean drunk and lost his job. What little the high school dropout makes bussing tables helps keep the lights on and food in the fridge, but she has little hope of ever escaping. When her dad takes things too far, and Tessa ends up in the hospital, she finds a hero in an unlikely place. A man she’s had a crush on since she was a kid, someone she’s always idolized. And now he’s here, by her side, and doesn’t seem ready to leave anytime soon.
Dr. Morgan Hilliard has felt drawn to Tessa ever since he first noticed the woman she was becoming, with curves that begged to be touched. He’s wanted to ask her out more times than he can count, but because of their age difference, he’s tried to keep his distance. The small town of Blossom Creek might be accepting of an interracial couple, but their nearly twenty year age gap is sure to set tongues wagging. Now things are different. Tessa needs him, whether she’ll admit it or not, and Morgan will do anything to keep her safe — even something as crazy as marrying her.
“I didn’t realize when I agreed to come home with you that I would disrupt your life. As long as I’m here, you’re stuck having an unwanted guest, and you’re nice enough to feel obligated to entertain me. You’ve been so sweet to me, and I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it, but it’s not fair for you to put your life on hold. How are you going to go on dates while I’m here?”
Morgan came closer, stopping in front of her. He reached down and took her hands, gently lifting her to her feet. Tessa looked up at him, worried what she would find in his eyes. She’d expected resignation, not… there was a warmth there, something she’d never seen with anyone else before. His gaze caressed her face as his hand slid around her back, pulling her closer.
“I’m not putting my life on hold,” he said, his tone brooking no argument.
Her heart thumped in her chest as her soft curves were pressed against his hard body. Tessa’s hands slid up his arms, resting on his biceps. She felt the muscles flex under her fingertips, and she’d never been more tempted to remove the man’s shirt. She’d be willing to bet his body was hard and sculpted. Morgan slowly lowered his head, giving her plenty of time to pull away, but Tessa wanted his kiss. She’d dreamed of that and so much more. The nights she’d lain awake, her body aching, it had been Morgan she’d wanted to feel inside of her.
His lips brushed against hers, softly at first, then more demanding. Tessa surrendered to him, lost to his taste, the feel of his arms around her, the scent of his musky cologne. Everything about Morgan drew her in and made her want more. He pulled her tighter against him and she felt the ridge of his cock press against her belly. Tessa trembled in his arms, her panties growing damp. An ache built inside of her, one that she knew only Morgan could satisfy.
He groaned as he rubbed against her, his tongue flicking against hers. To know that he wanted her the way she wanted him made everything feel perfect in her world, at least for the moment. Tessa knew she would give him whatever he wanted, because what she wanted most was him. She didn’t care if it was only the one time. She needed him more than her next breath.
Tessa reached between their bodies and pressed her hand against his cock, sliding her palm up and down the ridge. Morgan growled into her mouth and backed her against the bed. His hand slid over the curve of her ass, his fingers stroking between her legs. Tessa gasped and her knees went weak.
Morgan pulled away, his chest heaving, his eyes dark with passion.
“I’m sorry, Tessa, I shouldn’t have done that.”
He was taking it back? The best kiss of her life?
“I’m not sorry,” she said. “I didn’t want you to stop.”
Morgan groaned and closed his eyes, a pained expression crossing his face. Tessa boldly reached for him again, her hand palming him through the denim of his jeans. His eyes flashed open and the heat in their depths nearly scorched her.
Publisher: Coastal Escape Publishing
Genres: Romantic Suspense, Paranormal
Super soldier Jamie Bloom has been through hell and back. Fighting bad guys was an every other day occurrence in her line of work with the other Phantom Protectors that she calls family. Manipulating emotions and healing powers had been a bonus…until now. When Lydia, the group visionary, predicts that finding the answers to Jamie’s past is the only way to save the group from certain demise, there was only one thing she could do to find the answers they needed. It wasn’t fear of fighting the deranged lunatics that scared her the most, it was finding the answers she’d been searching for all of her life that might be the one thing that finally puts her in a grave.
Bodyguard and family friend, Maxwell Briggs was assigned with one duty and one duty only; which was to guard Lydia Bennett, the Phantoms visionary, from attack. When Lydia has a vision that jeopardizes not only her safety but everyone’s in the unit, there’s only one thing to do…stop the threat before it stops them. Working among the gifted group without powers of his own is a challenge most days. But when they needed his natural gift to help Jamie complete her mission, he’ll stop at nothing to see that she finds what she so desperately desires.
Power hungry, Benjamin Floyd, is known for preying on the weak and taking what he wants. When he sets his sights on Jamie’s gifts, he may just get more than he bargained for from the warrior princess.
The war is just beginning!
Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Marteeka Karland
Genres: Science Fiction, Futuristic, BDSM, Interracial, Multiple Partners
Earth of the future is a super conforming, sexually repressed version of itself. Dr. Xan Milford, for one, is tired of never being able to find satisfaction with a sexual partner. He’s a sexual Dominant in need of a submissive. Unfortunately, society prohibits any sexual behavior The Authority considers to be “deviant.” A D/s relationship just doesn’t quite fit in with accepted sexual practices.
So, the good doctor creates what he considers to be the perfect woman. She’s a sexual submissive who craves only to please him. Lilith has been created to do whatever he wants, whenever he wants. Even after an accident forces him to rush her programming, she comes to life in flawless perfection.
But The Authority knows all and sends their most trusted guardian to retrieve the abomination and her creator. Too bad Lilith has other ideas…
“I loved the way Ms. Karland and Ms. Azod’s unique environment, and situation were a breath of fresh air in romance. She wove a beautiful web of details and emotions that placed me in the scene and had me asking what I would do in that situation. For fans of Science Fiction, this is a must read.”