Throwback Thursday: Mastering Elodie by Paige Warren #BBW #BDSM #Menage #ContemporaryRomance #threesome

Elodie Mitchell has struggled her whole life, not only with her weight but also with feelings of being a misfit in the only home she’s ever known. She may not have ever been with a man, but that doesn’t mean she hasn’t dreamed about it. When Beau and Beck Davidson enter her life, she thinks they’re too good to be true. Then she finds out there aren’t two brothers – there are three! What’s a woman to do with all of that hard, muscular, sun-kissed flesh just beckoning to be stroked? Try everything she’s ever read about!

But things are not all sunshine and roses in Elodie’s life. As she learns to explore her sexuality with the brothers, there’s a darkness hanging over her. She’s survived so much already, but there is more yet to come. Will the brothers be able to save her in time, or will they lose the only woman they’ve ever loved?

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Elodie finished her shift, working hard the rest of the day and night, feeling like she was going to drop at any moment. Her feet had never been so sore before. And she wasn’t going to think about how much her back ached. She doubted even a hot bath would cure what ailed her tonight. But as ready as she was to put her feet up, she didn’t really relish going home to her empty apartment. When she’d woken this morning, she’d discovered that her cable had been shut off. Apparently she was farther behind in payments than she’d thought. Thank God, she had one of those pay-as-you-go cell phones, or she’d be without a phone by now too. Couldn’t anything go right for her? It seemed if it could go wrong, it did.

After clocking out, she gathered her things and headed out to her car. She’d had to park around the corner in back of the diner. It wasn’t an ideal place to be at night, in the dark, because there weren’t any lights back there. The light over the rear entrance had a short in it and never worked properly, so the owner just quit turning it on.

The door slammed shut behind her, and she dug blindly through her purse in an attempt to find her keys. If she’d been smart, she’d have pulled them out before she stepped into the blackness of the alley, but she was just too damn tired to think clearly. Finally, her hand closed around the cold metal of her keychain, and she pulled it out, keys jangling. She walked briskly down the side of the building toward her car, one hand gripping her purse.

A shadow stepped away from the building, directly into her path. She froze, aware that she’d have to go through him to get to her car, and the door to the diner was too far away. The shadow moved closer until she could make out his features. Casey Woods, Mayor Woods’s illegitimate son, and known troublemaker. What he could want with her, she had no idea. She’d seen him around town, but they’d never really talked before. He’d been two years behind her in school.

“Give me your purse,” he said, his voice raspy like he was getting over a cold. As he drew nearer, she saw his eyes were bloodshot and his skin was pale. She quickly assessed him, saw his jittery hands and determined that he was in need of a fix.

All of the money she’d earned today was in her purse. If she gave it to him, she’d have nothing. Even her phone was in the purse, along with her license and her favorite lipstick. Something told her he wouldn’t allow her to remove any of the items, especially not the hard earned cash that she so desperately needed. With a hand that was steadier than she’d have thought possible, she held the purse out to him.

He stepped closer and jerked it from her grasp. “Now the keys.”

She swallowed hard and clenched her hand around the keys. That damn car was the only thing she had left; she couldn’t part with it willingly. Maybe if she refused, he’d decide it wasn’t worth the hassle and just leave.

“You can’t have my car. I need it.”

“So do I, bitch. Now give me the keys.”

She shook her head and backed up a step. With wide eyes, she watched as he pulled a gun from behind his back and pointed it at her. As if in slow motion, she saw him pull the trigger, watched the gun kick, and a moment later felt the bullet slam into her. Either he was a lousy shot, or he didn’t intend to kill her. Blood blossomed on her shirt near her left shoulder and the world spun. She pressed her hand over the wound and sank to the ground, her knees hitting the unforgiving pavement. The heat of the day seeped through her jeans and burned her skin. Even though it had been hours since the sun went down, it was still a hot and humid night. Sweat beaded on the back of her neck and drenched the cups of her bra.

The metallic scent of her blood filled her nose as dots swam before her eyes. Casey stepped closer and wrenched the keys from her hand, pulling on her shoulder. She cried out in pain and watched, helpless, as he ran to her car. He jumped inside, started it, and peeled out of the alley. As the taillights disappeared around the corner, she called out for help, hoping someone would hear her.

Lightheaded and dizzy, she sucked in a lungful of the balmy air before sinking into oblivion, her body slumping to the ground. Lying face down on the pavement, blood began to pool under her shoulder.


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Sexy Saturday: Against the Wall by Harley Wylde #ContemporaryRomance #newadult @HarleyW_Writer @changelingpress




Wanted: One hunky handyman to mend her lonely heart. 


Against the Wall (A Bad Boy Romance) by Harley  Wylde

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Genres: Contemporary
Themes: New Adult
Length: Novella

Grady: Handyman and heartbreaker. I’m damn good at my job. While my hands have been occupied building a deck for the delectable Madlyn Sparks, what I’ve really wanted to do was trace every one of her curves with my tongue. I bet with just one touch she’d go up in flames. My dick’s been harder than a damn post since I took this job, but I learned the hard way not to fuck myself out of a paycheck. But once this job is done, all bets are off.

Madelyn: Grady has done a fantastic job on the deck, but I didn’t really hire him for his carpentry skills. The man is fine as hell and I’ve wanted to take him for a ride ever since I saw him on my doorstep. Never in my wildest dreams did I think getting attacked would bring us closer together. He went from hunky handyman to overprotective bodyguard in an instant, and now that we’re living under the same roof, I just can’t keep my hands off him. Just one problem… now that I’ve had him, I never want to let him go.



“I need a shower,” she mumbled against me.

The thought of her soaking wet with soap sliding down her long legs didn’t help my situation any. I shifted in an effort to get her a little further away from the danger zone. All she did was snuggle closer.

“I’ll keep watch out here if you want to get cleaned up,” I offered.

Her hand slid a little further down until her palm slid across my very erect cock. “Or you could join me.”

My brain short-circuited. That was the only explanation. Surely, she hadn’t just suggested that we shower together?

She looked up at me. “I’d feel so much safer with you in there with me.”

The mischievous look in her eyes told me that it had nothing to do with safety. Maybe the princess wanted me as much as I wanted her, but I still wondered if it wasn’t in response to what had happened to her. There wasn’t a textbook way to react to being attacked. Maybe she needed to feel closer to someone?

She tried to shove me off the bed and I stood up, not wanting her to hurt herself. Madelyn slid off the bed and grasped my hand, leading me into the bathroom. The room was about as big as my bedroom at home, with a shower that was definitely big enough for two. She started the water and turned to face me as she shimmied out of her shorts and tossed her tee on the floor. Her swimsuit was just as appealing as it had been out by the pool. When she reached for the strings holding it in place around her neck, my heart gave a kick.

“Are you sure about this, Madelyn?” I asked. “Maybe you should call one of your friends if you need to feel close to someone.”

She stopped and stared. “Is that what you think? That I want you to shower with me just because I need to feel close to someone?”

I shrugged.

“Grady, I want you to shower with me because you’re hot as fuck and all I’ve thought about since I opened my door to you that first day was getting into your pants. I want you, Grady. I need you. But it has nothing to do with what happened today.”

My gaze traced the curves of her body. “In that case, princess, strip.”

She gave me a saucy smile as she pulled the strings on her top until it fell to the floor at her feet. She shimmied out of the bottoms, and my mouth went dry at the absolute perfection of her. Madelyn came a little closer, reaching for me. Her fingers skimmed along my abdomen and my muscles tensed under her light touch.

I arched a brow as I stared down at her. “Well, what are you waiting for, princess? You going to unwrap that monster cock, or have you changed your mind?”

She peeled my boxer briefs down my legs, and I kicked them away, my cock springing free. I didn’t brag — often — but I had been more than a little blessed in that department. A good ten inches and too big around for her to hold me with one hand. Her eyes widened. “You want it?” I asked her.

She nodded.

“How much do you want it? You want it bad enough to wrap those pretty lips around it?”

Madelyn whimpered a little as she fell to her knees.

I touched her cheek. “If it’s too much at any time, stop. I only want this if it’s good for both of us.”

“I’ll make it so good for you, Grady.”

I had no doubt that she would. I bet my little angel could take me straight to heaven. Her tongue lapped at the head of my cock before she fitted those luscious lips around it. Her mouth was hot, wet, and so fucking good I never wanted to leave. She sucked and licked my dick like a damn pro. When she pulled back, her tongue flicked the underside of my cock before she swallowed me down again.

“Baby, I’m gonna blow. If you can’t take it, pull away now and wrap those dainty little hands around me.”

She sucked harder, and my balls drew up. There was a tingling at the base of my spine, and then I was coming. I watched her through heavy lidded eyes as she swallowed every drop. It seemed my angel was as talented as a porn star, and I couldn’t wait to find out what else she could do.


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Torch (Dixie Reapers MC) by Harley Wylde #bikers #MCromance #newadult #olderhero #preorder


I branded her. I kissed her. Then I let her go. Now she’s back, and she’s mine.


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Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Romance Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Silver Fox


Isabella: 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.

Torch: 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.


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The car that had delivered me to my destination took off down the road like the hounds of hell were after it. Not that I could blame the poor driver. I looked through the gates at the Dixie Reapers MC compound. Not much had changed since I was last here. A Prospect approached the gates, his face lighting up when he saw me. I got that reaction a lot. I’d always been pretty, but the last few years I’d gained some womanly curves and my face had matured. He swaggered closer, his hand tucked into his belt.

“You looking for a good time?” he asked. “Because I could fuck you all night long, sweet thing.”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes. Yeah, I’d never heard that one before.

“Open the gates,” I demanded, trying to sound tougher than I was.

He licked his lips, apparently thinking he was getting his fondest wish. The gate slid open, and I strolled through on my heeled boots that hugged my calves and stopped just below my knees. The gate closed behind me, and the Prospect placed his hand on my waist. I quickly removed it.

“Why don’t you get on your knees and give my cock some attention?” he said, starting to unfasten his belt.

“Or you could keep your pants zipped and your dick attached,” I said.

“Did you just threaten to remove my dick?”

“Oh, I won’t be the one removing it. Torch will.”

He sneered at me. “And why would Torch give a shit about some whore who showed up uninvited?”

I held up my forearm, the brand that said Property of Torch clearly on display. I’d been marked when I was seventeen. My dad hadn’t wanted to take a chance Torch would back out of the deal later. Because I’d been underage and a virgin, Dad had refused to let Torch claim me in any other way, but I was his just the same. And I’d damn sure never told my dad about the kiss I’d shared with Torch. That kiss had remained with me all these years. I still could taste him when I closed my eyes.

The Prospect’s face paled, and he stammered an apology before getting out of my way. I walked across the concrete lot and up the clubhouse steps. Music blared from inside, and I braced myself for what I might find on the other side of the door. I’d heard my daddy threaten Torch if he so much as unzipped his pants with another woman. Casper VanHorne hadn’t been fucking around. As far as he was concerned, Torch was married to me, and my daddy expected him to be faithful, even if I had been too young at the time. My heart ached at the thought that he might not have kept his promise. The moment I’d laid eyes on Torch, I’d fallen under his spell, and it had scared the hell out of me. It had scared me so much, I’d done the chicken shit thing and run.

I’d been gone a lot longer than I’d expected. My graduation had taken place within six months of Torch branding me as his. The plan had been for me to visit family abroad for six months, then return to Torch. I’d have been eighteen by then, nearly nineteen, and it would have been legal for us to be together, but I’d been too damn scared to come back. I’d only met him the one time, but the way he’d made me feel still shook me to my core. So, I’d hidden. Not just from Torch, but from my dad too. I’d used what few contacts I had and disappeared, making sure I left no trace, until I was ready to face my fate. Not an easy feat with two powerful men looking for you. I’d gotten fake documents with a new name and changed locations every few months. Staying under the radar hadn’t been easy, but I’d managed.

I was twenty now, almost twenty-one, and I knew I couldn’t keep running. Wasn’t even certain I wanted to. I was a grown woman now, and it was time to claim my man. Or more likely, let him claim me. Assuming he wasn’t pissed beyond belief. My hand pressed against the door. My future, whether good or bad, lay on the other side. I wouldn’t blame Torch for being furious with me for being gone so long, for just vanishing. I knew my father was enraged, but I’d deal with Daddy later. But Torch… I belonged to him. I didn’t know what the punishment would be for my actions, and I only hoped I was strong enough to take it. I’d probably made him look like a fool by taking off like that. It hadn’t been my intention, but I didn’t know if he’d care why I’d left the way I did.

I blew out a breath and opened the door, stepping inside the dimly lit interior. Smoke filled the air and nearly made me choke. Through the haze I could see the bikers weren’t too picky about where they had sex. Naked women strolled through the room, completely on display for anyone to look at or touch. I hoped I hadn’t made a mistake in coming here. Daddy had made a deal, and it was up to me to keep it, but I wasn’t too happy with what I saw.

Torch was in the back corner with some of his brothers, a naked whore on his lap. She didn’t seem to be doing much but sitting there, but it still made me ill. He was supposed to be mine. Part of me wanted to march over there, drag her ass off him, and kick her out the door. But I’d never been the confrontational sort. Even after all this time, I was still on the quiet side most days. I made my way over to the bar and climbed onto one of the stools. If I was going to get through this night, I knew I’d need a stiff drink. I cursed myself as a coward, thinking I didn’t do justice to the VanHorne name. According to my daddy, I took after my mom, and since she hadn’t been able to handle Dad’s lifestyle and had died by her own hand when I was just a baby, I didn’t think that was a compliment.

“Rum and coke,” I told the Prospect behind the bar. “Heavy on the rum.”

He winked and set about making my drink, then slid it in front of me. I downed it in a few swallows and motioned for another. A hand slid around my body and cupped my breast, squeezing it to the point of pain. I inhaled sharply and immediately wished I hadn’t. Whoever was standing behind me smelled ripe, even over the smoke in the air.

“Whores aren’t allowed to wear clothes in here,” a voice slurred in my ear. “Strip and show me a good time.”

“Good thing I’m not a whore,” I said, removing his hand.

“Fucking bitch,” he spat. “You aren’t allowed to say no. Club rules.”

He jerked me off the stool and backhanded me across the face. My knees nearly gave out, but he still gripped my arm tight. I could feel him bruising my skin even as pain radiated across my cheek.

I saw stars for a moment, and when he reached his hand back again, I reached up and grabbed it before it could connect with my face. His gaze focused on my arm and his glassy eyes went wide. He looked from my tattoo over to where I’d last seen Torch, and the blood drained from his face. I heard the sound of several booted feet heading toward us and braced for whatever was about to happen.

“Boy,” a voice growled behind me. “We don’t hit women around here.”

That voice. I closed my eyes a moment, a shiver raking down my spine. All these years and I hadn’t forgotten his voice. Even now, that voice made me want to submit, to give him anything he asked for.


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Sexy Saturday: Grizzly Affair by Dulce Dennison #GayRomance #shifters #threesome #interracial @AuthorDulce @changelingpress




What happens when one stubborn bear doesn’t want to take a mate? He gets two!



Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Angela Knight
Genres: Paranormal, Suspense
Themes: Interracial, Multiple Partners, Gay,
Men in Uniform, Shifters, Werewolves
Length: Novella

With a rogue shifter on the loose leaving a trail of bodies, it isn’t the best time for bear shifter, Roarke Hilliard to have his heat cycle. Especially since he’s the lead Special Agent on the case. But nature must take its course. When his partner, agent Spencer Malloy, places himself in Roarke’s path during his greatest time of need, the bear is worried he might break the human. But Spencer wants Roarke badly… bad enough to call in a paranormal escort.

Grigore Gabor may be a male escort, but he’s never slept with any of his clients… until now. The moment the wolf shifter gets a whiff of the bear who hired him, and his human companion, he knows he’s found his mates. But getting the surly ursa to agree is another matter.

With a killer on the loose, now isn’t the time for finding true love. With Roarke handicapped by his heat cycle, there’s only so much the agents can do against the rogue shifter. They can only hope to bring the man to justice before another body is found.



Spencer tried to keep an eye on his partner, looking for a sign that Roarke’s mating heat was triggered. The last thing the Bureau of Paranormal Affairs needed was one of their best agents getting horny at an inopportune time. The grizzly had insisted on revisiting the crime scene, in hopes he picked up something new, but it had been a bust. Now they were digging into burgers at Big Bart’s while the man across from him growled and grumbled.

“What the fuck good is it to have a nose that can pick up the faintest trace of something if I can’t solve the damn case?” Roarke said between bites.

“You’re a good agent, Roarke, and you know it. If they were all easy to solve, then anyone could do our job. Hell, at least you have an advantage over me. I’m just human.”

“If your uncle wasn’t Chief of Police, they never would have allowed you on the team.”

“You know you’re glad I’m here.”

Roarke snorted. “I got saddled with your ass because I was the best. The other agents thought I’d stop making them look bad if I were handicapped.”

Spencer smiled and finished his meal. The bear could bluster all he wanted, but Spencer knew that Roarke liked him. A lot. The man sported wood too often for it to be a coincidence. Now if he could just get the bear to act on it. He’d never met someone so stubborn before. Roarke hadn’t made it a secret he preferred men, so Spencer didn’t think that was the holdup. It wasn’t like there weren’t other gay couples working in law enforcement. It was true he wanted a lasting relationship, and he thought the bear shifter was the man for the job, but if Roarke wanted no strings attached sex, then Spencer was willing to give it to him. Or rather he was hoping the bear would give it to him.

Roarke growled as he took another bite, his eyes turning amber for a moment. The beast was close to the surface, which meant his heat was closer than Roarke had admitted. Spencer had a feeling his partner was going to need sex as soon as tonight, possibly all night and into the next day. What a crap time for this to happen. They had a case to solve, but he knew the bear couldn’t help it. And maybe it would end up being a good thing.

The bear loosened his collar and undid the first two buttons on his shirt, showing a hint of fur on his chest — the grizzly and human kind. Fuck. If Roarke shifted in here, all hell would break loose. The world might know about shifters, but there were some things humans just didn’t accept. Dining with a bear was one of them, unless that bear remained in human form. Roarke finished his food and looked around the room. His jaw tensed and Spencer wondered just how hard it was to hold himself in check.

“Come on,” Spencer said, tossing enough money onto the table to cover their bill and a tip. “I think it’s time we got back to the hotel.”

Roarke growled at him and flashed a hint of fang.

“Is that supposed to scare me? Because all you’re doing is turning me on.”

The bear huffed and stood. “You don’t have the sense God gave a goose.”

“Why? Because I’m not scared of you? Please. You might fuck me into oblivion right now, but you’d never hurt me.”

Roarke didn’t answer and stormed out of the restaurant. Spencer shook his head and followed. Whether the shifter liked it or not, they were going to fuck tonight. The bear needed the release and Spencer had been dying to get Roarke out of his clothes since the first moment he saw him. Seemed like a win-win situation. At least, until the heat ended and then Roarke would be back to his usual self and would likely be pissed. It was a chance Spencer was willing to take.

He’d barely closed the car door before Roarke peeled out of the parking lot. The grizzly shifter was tense, soft growls erupting from him every few minutes. The hands gripping the steering wheel were tipped with claws and his fangs hung over his lower lip. By the time they reached the hotel, Spencer was worried his partner was more bear than man. He followed Roarke up to his room and pushed his way inside before the grizzly could slam the door.

“What are you doing?” Roarke asked with a growl to his voice.

Spencer began unfastening the buttons on his shirt. “Helping you.”

He kicked off his shoes then flung his shirt over the back of a chair. The bear watched with avid interest as Spencer bared his body one inch at a time. When he stood completely naked, Roarke sniffed the air and advanced on him. The grizzly tore his shirt from his body, the material shredded by his claws. Roarke circled him as he tore his remaining clothes off.

The shifter’s cock was a sight to behold, tall, straight, and dripping with pre-cum. It was also the widest damn cock Spencer had ever seen and he worried for a moment it might not fit. The bear leaned in closer and licked the side of his neck, making Spencer’s nipples pucker. His cock had been hard as a damn post since he’d decided to keep his partner company tonight.

“Want you,” Roarke said. “Need you.”

“You can have me,” Spencer said.

“Shower. You smell wrong.”

Wrong? Spencer gave himself a sniff, but he didn’t notice anything wrong. Roarke gave him a nudge toward the bathroom and Spencer went willingly. He turned on the water and when steam billowed around the curtain, he stepped over the side of the tub. Roarke followed behind him, pulling the curtain closed.

The shifter seemed to have more control of himself and the claws had receded, along with the extra fur. Roarke poured shower gel into his hand and began washing Spencer, his rough hands making Spencer even harder than before. When Roarke grasped his cock and gave it a stroke, Spencer thought his knees might buckle. His partner pressed his chest against Spencer’s back, one hand splayed across his abdomen, and the other giving long, firm strokes.

“Christ, Roarke!”

The shifter’s teeth grazed his neck making Spencer shudder as a chill raced down his spine. His cock jerked in Roarke’s grasp and he fought back a moan. Roarke reached around Spencer and grabbed some lube. Just the thought of Roarke using that in here to jackoff had Spencer ready to blow.

His partner dribbled some lube down the crack of his ass and then a thick finger began massaging his anus. Spencer placed his hands on the tiled wall and thrust his ass back at Roarke. It seemed the shifter was short on words or patience right now, and Spencer was fine with that. Maybe once they’d fucked, Roarke’s beast would settle some and they could play at their leisure the rest of the night.

Roarke worked a second finger into his tight hole while he nipped and kissed along Spencer’s neck and shoulder. It wasn’t long before he was taking three fingers, then four. Spencer felt the burn in his ass, but it was the best kind. He felt Roarke’s cock slide between his ass cheeks and his heart nearly beat out of his chest. With anyone else he’d demand a condom, but he knew shifters didn’t carry diseases and Spencer was clean too.

Roarke gripped his hips tight as he slowly sank into Spencer’s ass one inch at a time, his hips flexing as he worked his monster cock into him. Spencer groaned and dropped his head, his body straining to remain still for fear the bear inside Roarke might think he was trying to escape. Nothing could have been further from the truth. If anything, Spencer wanted to be even closer to him.

“So fucking tight,” Roarke said, his voice strained.

“I can take it. Give it all to me.”

Roarke growled a little and then thrust forward, sliding his cock all the way inside Spencer. It was enough to make him cry out, every nerve ending his body singing. The hands gripping him grew rougher and the bite of claws marked his hips as Roarke began fucking him with long, deep strokes. Every plunge of his cock drove Spencer onto his toes, but fuck if he didn’t love every minute of it.

The bear grunted and growled as he pounded Spencer’s ass. The sounds were sexy and made Spencer want to come in the worst way. He reached down and gripped his cock, stroking it fast and hard. As Roarke thrust into him one final time, roaring out his release, Spencer came all over his hand and the wall. No one had ever fucked him so thoroughly, leaving him weak-kneed and already aching for more. He hoped like hell this was only the beginning, because he definitely wanted more of the shifter.

Roarke cleaned both of them and the wall before shutting off the water. When Spencer turned to face him, he saw the beast inside had receded. Roarke’s expression was grim and his hands flexed at his sides.

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

“You needed me,” Spencer said.

“I could have hurt you. I marked your hips with my claws. What if I’d done more damage than that?”

“You didn’t, and I trust you completely. It worked out fine.”

“You won’t have much time before another heat will hit me,” Roarke said. “Can your ass handle a rough fucking about ten more times between now and morning?”

Ten? Christ!

“Grizzly shifters either pair off with a shifter mate who can handle their needs, or they take more than one person to bed during their heat. Something tells me you don’t want another man here with us,” Roarke said.

“I can handle it.”

Roarke arched a brow. “You can handle another man here or you can handle me?”

“Either. If you want someone else here with us, then I’m willing to accept that. But unless you have a regular fuck buddy I don’t know about, who do you plan to call?”

“Can you handle two shifters?” Roarke asked.

Holy fuck. What the hell had he gotten himself into? Taking on one grizzly was one thing, but two? Maybe he didn’t mean another bear shifter. Two monster cocks might be more than his poor ass could handle.

“What kind of shifter?” Spencer asked.

“Whoever they send.”


Roarke smiled, his fangs flashing again. “There’s a shifter run escort service. They have clients in all the major cities. One call and someone could be here within the hour. So, what’s it to be? Are you handling me on your own, or do you want me to invite someone to play?”

He’d never thought Roarke was the type to share, but Spencer had to admit he was intrigued. He’d never been with more than one man before. What exactly would that entail? He knew they’d both be working hard to please Roarke, but the thought of another rough fucking — times ten — had him nodding in agreement. As much as he wanted Roarke, he knew he wasn’t equipped to give the bear everything he needed, as much as he wanted to. He’d never dreamed what it would be like to fuck a bear during his heat cycle.

Roarke picked up the phone and made the call.

And then they waited.


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Sexy Saturday: Branding Gemma by Paige Warren #BDSM #threesome




Publisher: Siren Publishing
Cover Artist: Harris Channing
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Cowboy Romance
Themes: Menage a Trois, Rubenesque, BDSM
Length: Novel

Gemma Brower is determined to turn her life around. Having fallen about as far as she can, she’s ready to climb out of hell and find her way. She’s determined that she isn’t ready for another relationship after her last one ended so badly, but then she meets Synclair and Ryan Black, two brothers who are as different as night and day. She’s not the only one in instant lust. The brothers have resolved to have her any way they can get her.

With her ex acting like a crazy stalker, Gemma has more on her mind than her love life. Trevor’s calls are escalating and she’s worried he may come after her. After one too many threatening calls, she confides in the brothers, who vow to protect her at any cost. But is Gemma ready to trust again? Her heart is already battered from one failed relationship after another. Dare she attempt to fall in love once more?

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His lips quirked on one side and he gazed at her with humor for a moment, then the look was gone and the Dom was back in control. Synclair tied the sash around her head so that very little light came through and she was completely blind. Now she would have no choice but to rely on her other senses.

She heard someone rummage in the box again, Ryan she figured. A moment later, something soft and light trailed across her right nipple, making her jump. The little bud seemed to like it though and hardened even more. Moisture pooled between her legs and tingles zinged from her nipple straight to her pussy. The soft item trailed across her nipple again, circling softly, then flicking harder.

Gemma bit back a moan as her womb and pussy clenched. She wanted to squirm, but knew she’d be reprimanded for such an offense. This wasn’t her first rodeo, after all.

“Ryan, why don’t you come over here,” Synclair said. “Stand behind our sweet Gemma and hold her pussy open for me.”

Oh lord! What was he planning now? Would she survive the torture?

She felt Ryan’s presence behind her, then his arms wrapped around her as he gently spread the lips of her pussy, exposing her completely to both men. God, she’d never been on fire like this before! Her whole body ached to be touched, caressed, and kissed.

The soft fluffy thing traced up the inside of one thigh and down the other. Tense, needing to come, and wanting to beg him to play with her pussy, she bit her lip again.

Synclair chuckled. “You know, brother, I do believe our delightful Gemma is trying not to cry out. Wouldn’t her mouth look exceptionally pretty with a ball-gag in it?”

Ryan groaned. “I don’t know who you’re torturing more, her or me.”

“You’ll get your reward soon enough,” Synclair promised.

Then it happened. When she least expected it, the soft, fluffy thing stroked her pussy, brushing against her aching clit. She bit back a moan, but couldn’t stop herself from thrusting her breasts forward. It stroked her again, lightly teasing, fanning the flames of her desire. She strained against the cuffs as her body tightened, needing release.

“Syn, don’t you think she deserves a reward?” Ryan asked.

The soft thing swirled against her clit again, making her thighs shake.

“Do you need a reward, little one? Does Gemma need to come?”

“Y–Yes. Please.”

“I’ll let you come, but you don’t stop until I say so.”

What the…How was she supposed to do that? It wasn’t like she could control her orgasm. Really, she’d tried in the past and always failed.

There was a bit of rustling, and then something cool and firm teased her pussy, gliding up and down, but not quite slipping inside, where she wanted it most. There was a soft click and then she felt it vibrate. Her heart raced, knowing her orgasm was so close at hand, and she clenched her hands into fists, trying to retain some semblance of control over her body. But then, that was the whole point, wasn’t it? She wasn’t in control of her body. Synclair was.

She didn’t have time to brace herself. One moment he was teasing her, the next he thrust the toy inside of her, pressing another piece of it against her clit. Her back bowed, her mouth opened, and the loudest cry she’d ever heard spilled from her as she came long and hard. The toy was relentless, buzzing against her clit mercilessly, making the orgasm go on and on. She felt moisture slip from her pussy and pool under her ass on the chair, and still Synclair didn’t relent. She jerked and bucked under the onslaught, not certain whether she wanted to close her thighs or spread them wider. It was torture. It was ecstasy. It was the most intense experience of her sexual life.

There was a click and the vibration died down a notch. Tremors still racked her body, her pussy still throbbed, clenching and grasping at the toy inside of her. Slowly, her body relaxed, twitching every now and then as he kept her right on the edge of another orgasm.

“Ryan, why don’t you come around here,” Synclair said.

She felt Ryan move away and mourned the loss. She’d felt close to him, with his arms curving around her.

“Look to your right, Gemma.”

She faithfully turned her face in that direction. There was some whispering that she couldn’t quite catch, and then she heard a zipper slide down. Her pussy clenched again, this time in anticipation. Were they going to ditch the toy? Was one of them going to fuck her? God, she hoped so! She wanted them, so badly. Both of them!

“Open your mouth, Gemma,” Synclair commanded softly.

She did as he bade and felt the head of a cock brush against her lips. Reaching out with her tongue, she swirled it around the tip, licking up the pre-cum that was building there. If her nose didn’t deceive her, it was Ryan feeding his cock to her. He tasted sweet and salty at the same time and she readily accepted him, twirling her tongue around his shaft as he eased between her lips.

“You’re going to hold still, Gemma,” Synclair said. “If you don’t, you’ll be punished.”

Her nipples tightened to the point of pain, his words turning her on almost as much as his actions had so far.

“Ryan, fuck her mouth. Drive your cock into her until you come. Understand?”

“Yes.” Ryan growled.

Ryan fisted her hair in his hand and fed her more of his cock. He withdrew a little before plunging inside again, this time not stopping until he touched the back of her throat. She stroked him with her tongue during every thrust, wanting to push him over the edge. She was so focused on Ryan, she’d momentarily forgotten Synclair, until he swirled the toy over her clit, making her thighs clench as more moisture leaked out of her.


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Publisher Spotlight: CHANGELING PRESS #eroticromance #submissions @changelingpress


CHPSmash the Box!

Women’s Erotic Romance
Vampires, Werewolves, Dragons, Shape Shifters, and Aliens welcome!


Can’t color inside the lines? Do you have a secret drawer littered with stories you had to write — but can’t place, because you broke all the rules? We’re reaching out to the homeless. You know the ones I mean. Poor, abandoned, homeless short stories, novellas and serials. Too short. Too kinky. Too… weird. Just doesn’t fit.

What do you do with a story like that? Chances are, it belongs at Changeling.

We’re currently looking for Contemporary and Futuristic short fiction, single title, series, and serials in the following genres and themes:

Genres: Sci-Fi/Futuristic, Dark and Urban Fantasy, Paranormal, BDSM, Action Adventure, and Guilty Pleasures (Adult Contemporary Kink)

Themes: New Adult, Multiple Partner, Bisexual and More, Gay, Interracial, BBW, Cougar (M/F), Silver Fox (Older man, younger partner), Men and Women in Uniform, Vampires, Werewolves, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures, Other Shapeshifters, Magic, Dark Desires (Demons and Horror), and Hentai (Tentacle Monsters)

We’ve only got one heat level. Over-the-top hot! We can handle anything you send us as long as it meets our guidelines. We do accept multiple submissions. We do not accept simultaneous submissions.

We accept new submissions from 10 to 30K for single titles. Serials from unsigned authors must be submitted as a completed set.

ALL submissions must be Women’s Erotic Romance with a HEA or HFN (Happy Ever After or Happy For Now — if you killed off our hero in chapter ten, we’re not interested — unless you bring him back from the dead in chapter eleven!)

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#CoverReveal TORCH (Dixie Reapers MC 2) by @HarleyW_Writer #MCromance #bikers #newadult #olderhero


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PUBLISHER: Changeling Press
COVER ARTIST: Bryan Keller
GENRES: Contemporary, New Adult,
Silver Fox (older man younger woman)

I branded her. I kissed her. Then I let her go. Now she’s back, and she’s mine.


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.


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Harley Wylde is the “wilder” side of award-winning author Jessica Coulter Smith.

When Harley is writing, her motto is the hotter the better. Off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place.