Running from the Cyborg by Anne Kane #cyborgs #scifi #SFR #romancebooks

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Running from the Cyborg

 (Terras Five – Book Five)

By Anne Kane

Genres: Sci –Fi, Cyborgs, romance

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She can run but she can’t hide from the sexy cyborg who has her in his sights.

Caitlyn: Gorgeous. Feisty. Human. A survivor in an unforgiving galaxy. Running from an enemy she can’t see for reasons she doesn’t understand. Whoever he is, he’s trying to kill her.

Jakob: Large. Mouthwateringly sexy. Loyal. Cyborg. Determined to find the female who seduced him, gave him a night he’d never forget, then disappeared before he woke. When he finally manages to catch up to her, he intends to do whatever it takes to keep her at his side.

 

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EXCERPT

 

Jakob stalked toward her, two hundred plus pounds of naked rippling muscle and attitude. His stiffly erect cock outlined in mouthwatering detail beneath his flight suit left little doubt as to what he wanted. Unfortunately, the glare he directed at her said he probably wanted to tan her hide first.

Not that she didn’t deserve it. She had snuck out on him without any explanation the last time they were together. Caitlyn had a feeling that cyborgs didn’t appreciate being tricked. Something to do with their manly image and all that.

She stood her ground, eyes darting wildly in all directions, seeking an escape route.

She let out a long sigh. Not happening. Not this time. He’d caught up to her on one of the smallest and most crowded space stations in the sector, leaving her with limited options. Only one viable one, really. Try to deflect his anger with sex.

Hey. A girl had to use whatever worked.

He stopped a bare arm’s length in front of her. If looks could kill, she’d be dead at his feet. He was still glaring when he pulled her into his arms and covered her lips with his mouth.

Damn he tasted good. Too good. If she weren’t careful, he could be her downfall. She wanted to run away and hide almost as much as she wanted to spread herself naked beneath him.

This was crazy. Totally, completely, utterly crazy. She was acting like some lovesick idiot, not a grown woman who had been taking care of herself since she was orphaned at the age of fourteen.

Jakob gentled his hold and ran his tongue across the seam of her lips, coaxing her to open. When she complied, he took immediate advantage, plundering the depths with his tongue.

She resisted for the merest fraction of a second before melting against his warm bulk, reveling in the feeling of his hard body against her.

Her reaction to Jakob confused her. She’d never felt this kind of connection to a male before, cyborg or human. Never cared beyond the gratification of the physical act of joining. Too much was at stake to let herself get carried away with sentimental nonsense like love and happily ever after.

Hell, that was one of the reasons she preferred to satisfy her amorous side with cyborgs. Cyborgs were sensible when it came to sex. They were generally happy to play; love them and leave them. Cyborgs didn’t do forever, which left a big question unanswered.

Why had Jakob pursued her across the vast reaches of the galaxy? This wasn’t supposed to happen.

She sighed, stretching her arms up to wrap them around his neck. Lust swept through her in a deliciously warm wave. To hell with expectations and unanswered questions. She wanted him, and by the size of that bulge in his flight suit, he wanted her just as much. She could afford to take the time to satisfy that need before she abandoned him again.

As if sensing her surrender, Jakob scooped her up in his arms, striding through the crowd on the automated walkway. The tavern just beyond had private rooms available. It looked like that was where they were heading, which suited her just fine. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to make it all the way back to his ship without doing something deliciously naughty.

Like sticking her hands between them and stroking that monster of a hard-on?

Jakob lifted his head. Something dark and dangerous glittered in the depths of his eyes. “What the hell were you thinking, running off like that? You didn’t even bother to say goodbye.”

So, he hadn’t quite gotten over that yet. Caitlyn raised her brows, refusing to surrender to his anger. “Goodbyes are overrated. I’m not one of your Terras Five breeders. I can take care of myself just fine, and I don’t owe you any explanations.”

“The hell you don’t.” He looked magnificent in that moment, exuding a raw sexuality, that sent a frisson of lust curling through her belly. Holding her close, he kicked the door to the tavern open and made straight for the back rooms, nodding to the barkeep on his way past. “I wasted the last moon cycle tracking you down.”

Shouldering his way into a private room, he lowered his head, reclaiming her lips. The kiss was pure alpha male, dominant and demanding. He ravaged her mouth, tasting, exploring, leaving her no doubt as to his intentions. Growling low in his throat, he set her on her feet, letting her slide down the length of his body. Holding her tight against him with the thick bulge of his cock pressed into her belly, his hands roamed her body. He pushed her shirt aside to explore the naked skin beneath.

She sighed, melting against him as she realized just how aroused he was. Angry and aroused. A very dangerous combination in a cyborg. She should be scared, but the heat radiating up from her loins left little room for anything but lust. She’d had other lovers, but none had ever left her feeling this raw hunger.

She moved against him, shaping her body to his as she returned his kiss with an intense passion. Rubbing her body against his, she played a dangerous game, taunting him with her own lust.

She didn’t care. She wanted him, wanted to feel his hard cock inside her, wanted to feel his hands moving over her burning flesh. She moaned and squirmed against his hard body.

Consequences be damned. She needed this.

He pulled his mouth away from her lips. “Strip.”

 

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

 

Anne Kane lives in the beautiful Okanagan Valley with a bouncy little rescue dog who’s breed defies description, a cantankerous Himalayan cat, and too many fish to count. She spent many years trying to fit in and act normal, but finally gave up the effort. She started writing romance in 2008, and her fate was sealed when she won a publishing contract with Red Sage Publishing and just a month later Changeling Press accepted her first submission. Since then she had published more than thirty stories in a variety of sub-genres, all with a happily ever after.

Her hobbies, when she’s not playing with the characters in her head, include kayaking, hiking, swimming, playing guitar, singing and of course, reading.

You can find Anne around the web at:

Website: http://www.AnneKane.com

Blog: http://annekane.wordpress.com

Twitter: www.twitter.com/annekane

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Cover Reveal: Wire (Dixie Reapers MC) by Harley Wylde #coverreveal #bikers #romancebooks @HarleyW_Writer @changelingpress

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When my past came knocking, I wasn’t expecting it to arrive in such a tempting package.

 

Lavender – My parents weren’t the type to win any awards, but I did learn a few things. Like how to read lines of code and get through the backdoor of pretty much any site or program. I also learned about the man my mother had dated when she’d met my dad, someone who has intrigued me for years. I never thought I’d get the chance to meet him, until my parents end up dead and I can’t think of anyone else who might be able to help. I know too much, know my parents’ death wasn’t an accident, and now I’ve been targeted. If the infamous Voodoo Tracer can’t help me, then I’m screwed.

Reality is so much better than fantasy, and with one look, I know the reason I haven’t dated is because I was waiting. For him.

Wire – I never really expected my past to come knocking at the front gates, nor did I expect it to be in such a sexy package. Lavender isn’t what I’d call a siren, but with her glasses perched on her nose, her messy hair, curvy figure, and adorable tees, she’s exactly what I want and don’t need. A nerdy, geeky, super intelligent woman who craves me as much as I crave her. So I did what any man would do… I claimed her. Now she’s mine, and if an enemy from my past thinks he can hurt her, I’d like to see him try. He might have killed her parents, but I will destroy anyone who tries to take her from me.

 

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ABOUT HARLEY WYLDE

Short. Erotic. Sweet.

Harley’s other half would probably say those words describe her, but they also describe her books. 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.

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Renegade (Devil's Boneyard MC 6)

My past taught me family means pain. I don’t want one, other than my club. But fate has other plans…

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When a hunky gargoyle tries to break his curse, he could lose his one chance at love.

 

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Cover Reveal: Renegade (Devil’s Boneyard MC) by Harley Wylde #bikers #romancebooks #coverreveal @HarleyW_Writer

My past taught me family means pain.
I don’t want one, other than my club.
But fate has other plans.

 

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Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Release Date: September 2019

Darby: At fifteen, I thought I knew everything. Having been in foster care all my life, not much scared me. I’d already faced monsters parading around as upstanding citizens. But life hadn’t prepared me for a biker who would lure me in, kidnap me, and abuse me for five years. I got Fawn out of it, my precious girl, and a lot of bad memories. Being tossed into a dumpster and left to die wasn’t at the top of my list, but Renegade found me. I’ve never had a man be kind to me or my daughter before — especially not a biker — and I’m not sure what to think. I want to trust him, but I don’t want to give him my heart only to have him turn out like every other man I’ve ever known. It would break me.

Renegade: I lost my family a long time ago, and I vowed I’d never have another. I still have Nikki, my baby sis, and that’s enough. My club is a family, but that’s different. I trust them, and in my own way I love them, but it’s not the same as having a wife and kids. I’ll never go down that path. Then I found Fawn and her mother, Darby, thrown away like unwanted trash. Yeah, Fate’s laughing her ass off right now. They’re in my home, and slowly worming their way under my skin. Hearing their story is enough to make my blood boil and send rage flooding through me. I’ll exact revenge for all they’ve suffered, and then they’ll truly be free, able to move on without fear of being taken again. Except… I might not want to let them go.

WARNING: This story contains violence, bad language, and really hot sex. While there are abuse themes, nothing is told in great detail.

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ABOUT HARLEY WYLDE…

International Best Selling Author!

HarleyWyldeShort. Erotic. Sweet. Harley’s other half would probably say those words describe her, but they also describe her books. 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.

 

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Brewer’s Mark by Lynn Burke #bikers #mcromance #newrelease #organizedcrime @AuthorLynnBurke

#MCRomance #Romantic Suspense #VigilanteJustice #OrganizedCrime #Veteran #Series #HEA

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Brewer’s Ward

Devil’s Outlaws 4

By Lynn Burke

Publisher: Changeling Press

World-Wide Release Date: August 23, 2019

She might be his mark, but one look into her eyes slays him.

Blurb:

Reagan “Brewer” de Jager might look soft as a teddy bear, but his stint as a sniper in the SEALs hardened him into a lethal killer. The fact his wife cheated on him while he’d been deployed makes him unable to trust. Cold hearted and empty, he sets his sights on his next mark—and one look into her eyes slays him.

Nova Smego wasn’t nicknamed Black Widow by her CIA superiors without reason. Underestimated for her petite form, she’s quick with her fists and lethal with a blade or a bullet. Tossed out of the CIA with a scarred reputation, she joins a hitmen-for-hire team in the hopes of exacting revenge on the one who ruined her career.

When the Outlaws eliminate her team in order to rescue one of their own, Nova is kept alive—tied to her captor. A winter storm kills the electricity, but not the heat building between her and Brewer. There was a reason he couldn’t end her, and while she plans her escape, she fears losing her heart to the chemistry sizzling between them.

But when Nova’s desire for vengeance shakes the tentative bond between them, the Outlaws issue Brewer an ultimatum. Pull the trigger, or find common ground to trust one another and avoid the Outlaws’ demand for her life.

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EXCERPT:

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Brewer stood in the doorway, his gaze flitting over my face as he stepped inside my prison.

My heart spasmed — and that damn tingle between my thighs roared to life. I scowled.

Chin tilted up, I held his blue eyed stare, trying to focus on what he’d done, the family he’d taken from me, rather than the arousal he’d woken inside my core.

A twinkle lit his eye and twitched his lips peeking from his full beard — a beard that appeared silky, bringing to mind an image of his dark head between my thighs. Would his facial hair tickle? Scrape and mark my skin?

I swallowed and jerked my focus back up to his eyes, determined to keep silent no matter what he said — or did.

He caved from the silence between us first, expelling a heavy exhale, his shoulders relaxing the slightest bit. “What’s your name?”

“Eat shit.”

His lips quirked as though to smirk, but flat lined. “Bet you got your ass bullied for that name while growing up.”

“Fuck off.”

“I’d rather fuck you.”

My breath caught — and Brewer blinked as though his words had escaped unintended. He stood a few feet in front of me, doing nothing to hide the cock swelling inside his leathers. Long and hard…

The tingle of arousal morphed into pure wetness, dampening my panties in the span of a single breath as we stared at one another, our fogging breaths loud in the stillness.

“Goddamnit.” Brewer scrubbed a hand down over his face and beard while I attempted to swallow the dryness from my throat. He spun and left without another word, leaving my upper body unwrapped.

My arousal kept me warm for all of two minutes before my teeth began to chatter.

Fucking asshole couldn’t handle the sexual tension, the complication of what that brought to our situation. He fled like a pansy-ass.

Better that than rape me

“Fuck,” I muttered, eyes clenching shut against the thought of him thrusting into my body. My pussy spasmed, deepening my frown. I hadn’t let a man’s dick near me in over three years — and I wasn’t about to let some Stockholm syndrome make me lenient. No matter how fucking hot said man might be.

He’d killed my team, so given the chance, I would kill him.

© Lynn Burke 2018

OTHER BOOKS IN THE DEVIL’S OUTLAWS SERIES:

Bowie’s Angel, Devil’s Outlaws MC 1: http://mybook.to/BowiesAngel

Gunner’s Flame, Devil’s Outlaws MC 2: http://mybook.to/GUNNERSFLAME

Austin’s Ward, Devil’s Outlaws MC 3: http://mybook.to/AUSTINSWARD

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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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Saint (Dixie Reapers MC) by Harley Wylde #MCromance #interracial #singledad #RomanceBooks #preorder @HarleyW_Writer

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A NOTE FROM HARLEY…

For those who have been following the Dixie Reapers MC series, I know Saint has been an anticipated story since he first appeared in Torch, and later in Preacher. I’ve received a lot of emails and messages on social media over the past year asking if Saint would ever get a story. Well, he did … I just had to wait for him to grow up a bit before he was ready for his happily-ever-after. It doesn’t come easy for him though, and he tends be a bit of an ass at times. I hope you enjoy Saint’s book and that it doesn’t disappoint you. Thank you for being part of the Dixie Reapers journey. And no, it’s nowhere near over 🙂

Harley Wylde

 

ABOUT THE BOOK

I didn’t need any complications. But maybe I needed her…

Sofia – I didn’t know what to expect when a man loaded me and my sisters on his jet and brought us to the United States. I’d thought we’d suffer at the hands of these men, much the same as what we’d left behind. Some of us have physical wounds, but those will heal over time. It’s the emotional scars I worry we’ll never recover from. I’m going somewhere different from my sisters, alone in a new country with strange men. The man called Saint has been ordered to take me, and I admit I’m terrified. Though he’s as beautiful as an angel, there’s a hardness in his eyes that scares me — until I see him with his daughter. How can a man so gentle and kind with a child be bad? If only he’d turn some of that kindness my way… But I know he’s right to keep his distance. I’m no good for either of them. It doesn’t stop me from craving his touch, from needing his kisses like I need air. I can’t regret our one night together, no matter the consequences.

Saint — I’ve always followed orders without question, but this time I’m not so eager to help the club. Keeping Sofia under my roof, down the hall from my daughter, is the last thing I want. If the monsters from her past hurt Sofia or my sweet Delia, there will be hell to pay. No matter how much I need to harden my heart against the sexiest woman I’ve ever met, I can’t. I want her, more than I’ve ever wanted anyone. I’m far from celibate, but Sofia is more than a quick fuck. She’s the kind of woman you keep. I allow myself one night, one taste, one chance to hear her scream my name. After, I put the walls back up and lock her out of my heart. It was a mistake, the biggest I’ve ever made. I need her, want her, can’t live without her. But I did such a good job pushing her away, how will I ever win her back?

WARNING: This story contains a heroine who has suffered years of physical, sexual, and emotional abuse. The scenes are not described in detail but are a big part of the heroine’s past and are mentioned more than once. Guaranteed HEA, and lots of steamy scenes!

 

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Copyright ©2019 Harley Wylde

Sofia

I was scared. More than that. I was downright terrified. My sister, Luciana, was trying to be brave, but I saw the tremor in her hands when she thought no one was watching. Our little sister, Violeta, had been crying off and on since we’d left Colombia. I couldn’t blame her. I’d wanted to cry too. Living with our father had been a nightmare, but going off into the unknown? Even worse. I didn’t know anything about the bikers who were going to claim us. I might have held it together a little better if I’d thought my sisters would be close by, but I’d heard we were being split up.

Mr. VanHorne had helped our father negotiate with some biker clubs in the States. A way to ensure the safety of his drugs, and whatever else he was into, and we were the consolation prize. His perfect little whores who had learned the hard way to do as we’re told or face the consequences. I glanced at Violeta and Luciana, wondering what would happen to them when it was discovered they were both pregnant. If our father had known, he never would have let them go. He either would have wanted their boys to turn into monsters like him, or he’d have passed the girls around to his men. Neither fate was one I’d wish on anyone. Was it wrong I secretly hoped they would both miscarry? I didn’t blame the babies for what had happened, but I worried about the kind of lives they would have. If I could spare them any pain or suffering, then I would.

I’d always adored children, and they’d seemed to like me. My father had used it against me several times. The first time, I’d been so scared I’d wet my pants. That was the day I’d learned that my father wasn’t a man to be trifled with, or a man at all. I was certain he’d been possessed by El Diablohimself. No one could be that evil, not if they had a soul.

The jet touched down and my stomach flipped. This was it. I knew I would be the first to go, and I tried not to beg and plead to remain with my sisters. It wouldn’t do me any good. The deals for us had already been made, and now we were expected to suffer in silence. Mr. VanHorne motioned for me to stand as we came to a stop and the steps were lowered. I walked toward him and fought back the bile rising in my throat. He placed a hand on my shoulder and helped me down the steps to the ground below. A group of men in black leather vests covered in patches waited for us.

“Torch, this is Sofia,” Mr. VanHorne said, pushing me toward the silver-haired man.

Torch turned and motioned to a younger guy to step forward. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and had golden hair that gleamed in the sunlight — and he looked utterly pissed off. I whimpered and urged my feet to move forward and not run in the opposite direction. When the man reached us, he practically sneered down at me and I knew that whatever I’d endured so far, the worst had probably yet to come.

“Sofia, this is Saint. You belong to him now,” Mr. VanHorne said. “Be a good girl and do as he says.”

“Yes, sir,” I said softly, my gaze meeting Saint’s before I flinched and looked away. He had the face of an angel, but the anger burning in his eyes made me wish I could just die right here and now.

“You’ll ride with Saint on the back of his bike, Sofia,” Torch said. “Do you have any luggage?”

Mr. VanHorne handed over a small bag I’d packed with just two changes of clothes. It was all my father had permitted me to bring. Torch eyed the bag, hefted it, then frowned.

“What the fuck, Casper? Is there even anything in here?” he asked.

“I’ll provide a clothing allowance for her. Their father wanted them to pack light.”

Torch shook his head and handed the bag to Saint. The blond man walked off and I followed, not knowing what else to do. He stuffed my duffle into a black leather bag on the side of his bike, then swung his leg over the seat. He stared at me expectantly and I realized I was supposed to get on too. I awkwardly climbed onto the bike, then didn’t know what do. He sighed and reached back, grabbing my hands and put them on his waist.

“Hold on or you’ll fall off,” he said.

I fisted the leather of his vest and hung on as the bike started forward. I tried to keep some space between us, but by the time we’d left the airstrip, I was plastered to his back for fear of tumbling off the motorcycle. I hid my face against his back, and tried not to notice that he smelled really good. It felt like we were riding forever, but it was probably less than twenty minutes. When we came to a stop, I looked around and saw rows of homes and a larger building in the distance. I also saw a fenced area that looked like it had a playground, which I found odd for a group of bikers. Unless they were like my father, then… I shivered, no, I wouldn’t think that.

“We’re here. You can let go and get the fuck off,” Saint said.

I scrambled to do as he said and landed on my ass for my trouble. He grunted and stared down at me before shutting off the motorcycle and getting off. The door to the house opened and a little girl flew down the steps.

“Daddy!” she screeched and threw herself at Saint, who caught her and smiled broadly.

He had a daughter? A daughter who seemed to adore him? I got up and brushed myself off, watching to see the darkness enter his eyes, but it never did. He looked younger, and more approachable with his daughter in his arms.

“Is that the girl who’s going to live with us?” the little girl asked.

“Yes, Delia. This is Sofia, and she’s going to stay with us for a bit.”

For a bit. Right. Because he didn’t plan to keep me. Just use me, then pass me along to someone else. I tried to swallow the knot in my throat and followed them into the house. Saint pointed to an open door down the hall.

“That’s your room while you’re here. Don’t touch anything that isn’t yours,” he said, then walked off with his daughter still clinging to him.

 

WHERE TO FIND HARLEY…

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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.

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

 

Fun Facts About Harley Wylde…

 

Favorite Workspace?

I like to go to Starbucks in the mornings and take my laptop with me. While I sip on a white mocha, I sit and work on marketing or writing. Then I come home and either sit at a folding table in the living room, or go to my office area. It just depends on which room is cooler since I’m very hot natured.

Favorite perfume?

Ombre Leather by Tom Ford. I can’t handle floral or super sweet scents.

Favorite movie franchise?

That’s a hard one. Either Harry Potter, Final Destination or Jurassic Park.

Favorite Drink?

White Mocha from Starbucks (or Toasted White Mocha from Starbucks during Christmastime). I also drink a lot of Coca-Cola and sweet tea.

Favorite Dog Breed?

Corgi! I used to have a Pembroke Corgi and I adored him. I got him from a mall in southern California (when petshops with dogs were still everywhere). He was super smart and so funny. Probably the only dog I’ve ever had that I could say “it’s bath time” and he’d run and jump in the tub then patiently wait for his bath. My second favorite would probably be an Italian Greyhound.

Favorite Vacation?

That’s a hard one. I really loved going to Disney World with my mom, but I’d have to say either Key West, FL or the Bahamas would be my favorite of the vacations we’ve taken.

 

 

 

Snowfyer by Marteeka Karland #rockstar #RomanceBooks

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SnowFyer’s lead singer meets his match in a fiery redhead.
The only question? Which one is cockier?

 

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ABOUT THE BOOK

Seth Snow: One hundred percent cocky bastard, Seth has never met a woman whose panties he couldn’t get into. He is the frontman for SnowFyer, a hard rock band with a bad reputation.

Scarlett Fyer: Sister to SnowFyer’s lead guitarist and the band’s manager, Scarlett is an excellent musician herself. Among her many talents is driving Seth crazy. As she sees it, the man is too damned cocky for his own good. Well, things are about to change.

SnowFyer: With the band in need, Scarlett has to put aside any misgivings she has about fronting a band the caliber of SnowFyer. Unfortunately, Seth is the one to voice her lack of experience. Which won’t do. At all. What’s a girl to do? Take the rooster by the comb and pull until something gives…

 

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All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2018 Marteeka Karland

“Seth!” The busty blonde caught his attention as she flashed a perfect set of double D tits for him to sign. No bra, naturally. Beside her, not to be outdone, a brunette dropped her short shorts and bent over for him to sign one lusciously rounded ass cheek. The hot-pink thong with sparkles in the triangle disappearing between her cheeks seemed to wink at him in the glitter of camera flashes. After signing his name with the black Sharpie she provided, he gave the globe a light slap. She squealed in delight.

“Ladies,” he said, cocky grin in place.

“How about a little kiss,” the blonde said, winking at him while still thrusting her tits at him, shaking them a little. There was no doubt what she meant for him to kiss. Ever agreeable, Seth leaned down and sucked her nipple between his lips, licking the ripe bud with his tongue in a flutter.

“Ohh!” she cried, threading her hands through his long locks. “I can return the favor in your room if you want.” She giggled when he let her nipple go with a loud pop.

“Both of us could,” the brunette pouted, not to be ignored. She gave the blonde a side eye, having realized she’d been bested in the autograph arena.

“Another time, ladies.” He chuckled. “The show’s over, but there’s still work to do.” He gave each woman a passionate kiss while the cameras clicked and flashed happily away. Then, just for shits and giggles, he pulled them both to him so they shared a three-way kiss. This was all part of who SnowFyer was. All part of the show. But Seth loved it. Loved knowing he had his pick of women. Groupies weren’t normally his style, but he couldn’t deny the appeal some of them presented. Like this pair.

It seemed like there wasn’t a single woman in the whole Goddamned universe who didn’t want a piece of Seth Snow. As evidenced by the mob of them outside the sold-out arena. And his hotel. SnowFyer was as popular as it ever was, and he was the frontman, rivaled in popularity only by Arsen, his lead guitarist. The band was the hottest thing going today. Had been for nearly two decades. Though they were aging by today’s standards, no one seemed to be able to get enough of them. Every album they released made it to number one on the Billboard Hot One Hundred. Every song made it at least into the top fifty. There seemed to be no end to it.

With a wave and a cocky grin, he strode back to the bus, head high, the image of confidence and arrogance. He’d just walked away from what would surely be a very hot fuck, and he couldn’t care less. Probably because he was a cocky bastard. The second he entered the bus and the door closed, Seth was a different person. All business.

“You going to be able to make it one more show?” Arsen had his left hand in ice water.

The lead guitarist winced as he removed his hand, drying it on a nearby towel. He flexed it several times before shaking his head. “No. I’m done.”