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Ashley

I’ve wanted Liam Doherty for as long as I can remember, even when he was married. Maybe it was the Irish accent, or maybe it was just his ripped abs. But now he’s a sexy single dad in need of a babysitter. Is it wrong that when I hold that precious baby I imagine that she’s mine and we’re a family?

But what would an Irish hunk want with a college dropout?

Liam

My tongue nearly hit the floor when I opened my front door to the goddess on my porch. And now she’s babysitting for me, and all I can think about is how spectacular she’d look spread across my bed. Watching her with my daughter doesn’t douse my desire even a little. If anything, it just makes me want her more. 

But there’s twenty years between us. Why would a sexy little thing like her want an old man like me?

Excerpt

Nearly two hours had passed by the time I had finished getting ready, so I rushed downstairs and out the door. I’d barely left my yard when I heard a baby crying. As I neared Mr. Doherty’s door, I heard his frantic shushing and cooing as he tried to calm his daughter. The doorbell chimed loudly, just making Caitlin even angrier and her screams increased. Mr. Doherty looked harried as he answered the door, his shirt was unbuttoned and he hadone sock on and one sock off. His hair stood in disarray, as if he’d been trying to pull it out.

And I’d never seen a sexier sight.

“Mr. Doherty, I’m Ashley Morgan, from next door. My mom said you needed a babysitter tonight.”

“Tonight. Tomorrow. Every day for the next eighteen years,” he muttered. “Come in.”

He stepped back and I followed him inside, trying to take everything in. I’d never been inside his home before and I was impressed. The baby doubled her efforts to be heard, her face turning bright red, and I reached for her. He hesitated only a moment before handing her over. Caitlin stared at me, her screams dying almost instantly as she hiccupped and tried to figure out who I was. Her hair was dark as pitch, just like her dad’s, and her eyes were a bright blue.

“Hi there, gorgeous girl.”

Caitlin cooed and waved a fist.

“You’re a miracle worker,” Mr. Doherty said. “Whatever you want, you can have it. I’ll sign over ever cent in my account if you can just keep her quiet. I think she’s cried nonstop for months. I’ve taken her to the doctor so often, convinced something is wrong with her, that they won’t even set an appointment until I’ve spoken with a nurse.”

“She’s probably just missing her mom.” My cheeks flushed as I glanced at him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean…my mom told me today that Mrs. Doherty wasn’t in the picture anymore. I didn’t mean to be insensitive.”

He snorted. “Good riddance to that harridan. Caitlin will be better off without that kind of influence in her life.”

Okay, so he was still bitter.

“Let me show you where everything is and then I’ll finish getting ready. I’ll try not to stay out too late. We have this banquet once a year and it can go for most of the night with drinking and dancing. I wouldn’t even attend, but I’m supposed to get some ridiculous award.” He shook his head. “Anyway, help yourself to anything you want. The kitchen is fully stocked if you’re hungry. I’m sure you’ve missed dinner at home.”

“I can stay as long you need me.” Forever sounded pretty good.

He nodded and gave me a tour of the house, pointing out Caitlin’s room and everything I would need for my babysitting duties. While he finished getting ready, I sank onto the padded rocker in her room. The back and forth motion helped keep her calm and she blinked up at me sleepily. She was probably the prettiest baby I’d ever seen. I wondered how heartless you had to be to leave something so precious behind.

When I was certain she was sleeping soundly, I laid her in her crib and tiptoed from the room, snagging the baby monitor on my way out. Mr. Doherty still hadn’t resurfaced, unless he’d snuck out while I was otherwise occupied. He’d said I could help myself to the kitchen so I headed that way. It was a chef’s dream come true with granite counter tops, stainless steel appliances, and a stove that I would have killed to have. I felt a little odd rummaging through his fridge and pantry. I found some chicken breasts, everything I would need for my favorite corn casserole, and a can of crescent rolls. I’d have preferred to make some rolls from scratch, but it would take too long.

As I chopped, seasoned, and prepped a dinner that would easily feed not only me, but give Mr. Doherty leftovers for a night or two, I started singing. It was something I always did when I cooked, no matter where I was. I’d always had a thing for country music, especially the songs that were popular when I was little, so the Dixie Chicks “You Were Mine” spilled from my lips. As I slid everything into the oven, I noticed Mr. Doherty leaning against the doorframe, watching me. There was something in his eyes that made me very aware that I was a woman alone in a house with a powerful man.

“I hope my singing didn’t bother you.”

He pushed off the doorframe and prowled closer. “You sing like an angel.”

My cheeks flushed. “I don’t know why, but I always sing when I cook.”

He was close enough that I felt the heat of his body pressing against me. There were fine lines on the corners of his eyes and a hint of silver at his temples, but it only made him look more distinguished. He leaned a little closer and then abruptly pulled away. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I wondered if he’d been about to kiss me. Or was that just wishful thinking on my part? Despite the fact I was a grown woman, I’d never been with a man before, and had kissed only a handful of boys at college. What would it be like to have a man like him lay claim to me?

“I’ll try not to be late,” he said as he backed away further. “If you need to reach me, my cell number is on the fridge, as is the number to Caitlin’s doctor.”

“We’ll be fine.”

He nodded and walked off, leaving me shaking and wondering what the hell had just happened. I could still smell the spicy scent of his cologne and my lips tingled from the almost kiss. I’d never wanted anyone so much in my life. In that moment, I knew I’d do whatever it took to make him mine, even if it was just for one night.

#CoverReveal – Rising from the Ashes by Charity West

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Genre(s): Contemporary, Romantic Suspense, New Adult
Heat Level: 2
Length: Novella

Kaycee Witherspoon barely escaped her last relationship with her life. Now that she has a fresh start in a new town, she feels like she can finally breathe. But is she relaxing her guard too soon? When she finds her tires slashed and her apartment broken into, she has to wonder if her past isn’t quite so far behind her.

Zarek O’Donnell doesn’t know much about the new assistant at his fire station except that her mesmerizing curves and bewitching smile have him under her spell. Even though she laughs easily and seems to light up around him, he can tell that there’s something darker haunting her. His protective side rises to the surface whenever she’s near, and he knows he’ll stop at nothing to keep her safe.

When the lines of past and present begin to blur, there’s only one thing Kaycee knows. This time she might not escape. If she wants the new life she’s forged for herself, she’ll have to fight to keep it.

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#NewRelease – Sheriff’s Wanton Virgin

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Jilly
He’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and he’s completely forbidden. I’ve been in love with my dad’s best friend since I turned five; he gave me a tiara and called me his little princess. Except, I don’t want to be his princess anymore. I want to be his queen.

I’ve taken a job at the sheriff’s department, just to be under his nose. I’ll wear my shortest skirts and my tightest shirts, and I will do whatever it damn well takes to get the sexy sheriff to notice me. Interoffice romance is frowned upon, but some rules are made to be broken.

Joshua
When I walked into my office and saw the most luscious ass I’ve ever laid eyes on, the first thing I wanted to do was get under that skirt and inside her as fast as I could. And that’s precisely what I did.

Then her dad showed up and greeted his precious baby girl.

I’m well and truly fucked now. Not only did I claim the virginity of my best friend’s daughter, but I plan to take her again…and again…and again. She may be twenty years younger than me, but damn if I don’t feel eighteen again when Jilly is around.

Stand alone novella, no cliffhanger, no cheating, dual POV.

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BEHIND THE STORY

So, what made me write about an older man and a much younger woman? I’ve always found older men fascinating. Even when I was eighteen, my dates were at least eight years older than me. It’s not that they didn’t still want in my pants, because let’s face it, they’re still men…but they had more finesse. They had more experience, and knowing your way around a woman’s body is worth a lot. Why settle for the fumblings of someone more interested in their own desire than yours?

Now, my sexy sheriff is a little light on finesse when it comes to Jilly…but he definitely makes her burn brighter than the sun. I hope you’ll enjoy a little excerpt to give you a taste of what’s in store for you should you buy the book.

ADULT EXCERPT (Ages 18+)

Holy Fuck! I didn’t know who the goddess on the floor was, but just seeing her kneeling there gave me all sorts of ideas, as did the flash of creamy ass cheek that peeked out from beneath the hem of her way too short skirt. Either she wasn’t wearing panties, or she had on one of those sexy thongs. Either way, my dick was anxious to find out the answer. I didn’t know what had brought the angel to my door, but I was ready to answer all her prayers.

Her big, blue eyes blinked up at me as her tongue swiped across her lower lip. My cock grew hard, pressing against my jeans. Her breath hitched as her gaze dropped and took in my aroused state. She climbed to her feet, flashing that delectable ass at me and making me groan. Fuck, but I wanted inside her. She adjusted the hem of her skirt as she sauntered a little closer. Even in those fuck me heels, she still barely reached my shoulder. Having that small, curvy body so damn close was enough to bring out the caveman in me.

“Morning, Sheriff,” she said, her voice husky and smooth. My dick jerked and I felt some pre-cum leak down my thigh.

“Something I can do for you, sugar?” I asked. Like bend you over the desk and fuck you until you scream?

“Janine hired me. I’m your new secretary.”

My gaze scanned her from top of her golden hair to the tips of her red painted toes. If I got to see this little goddess every morning, things were looking up indeed. I’d always discouraged romance in the office, but some rules were made to be broken. I could already picture some late nights with this beauty, her lips wrapped around my cock before I pounded her sweet pussy. My reputation with the ladies was well deserved, but something told me this woman was different from the others. There was an innocence in her eyes that made me want to corrupt her.

“Maybe we should step into my office so we can get…better acquainted.”

She shivered and gave me a look that said she would do anything I wanted. It probably wasn’t smart to fuck my new secretary on her first day, but my cock was going to explode if I didn’t. Her ass swayed as she walked in front of me and I admired the view. Once we were inside, I closed and locked the door. She nibbled her lower lip as I crooked my finger at her.

“I aim to make my employees very happy while they work here. Why don’t you tell me what would make you happy, sugar?”

Her gaze strayed to my cock and she licked her lips again.

“You can have anything you want,” I told her, waiting for the green light.

“I want you, Sheriff Sparks.”

I drew her closer, her hard nipples grazing my uniform shirt. “And how do you want me, sugar?”

“Inside me.” She whimpered. “I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me, Sheriff Sparks.”

“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?” I smiled a little as she nodded.

“Very naughty, sir.”

Fuck! That sir spoken so softly nearly made me come in my pants.

“Then I guess you’d better strip out of those clothes if you want me to fill that sweet pussy. I’m going to fuck you so good, sugar.”

Her hands trembled as she pulled her shirt over her head. The red lace bra underneath cupped her generous breasts, the material straining to hold them in. She popped the clasp and let the bra fall to the floor, those beauties swinging free and making my mouth water. My heated gaze tracked her movements as she shimmied out of her skirt and soaked thong.

I couldn’t hold back another moment. With a growl, I hauled her against my chest and slammed my mouth down on hers. Our tongues dueled as she clung to me, the scent of her arousal filling the air. I backed toward the desk, never breaking away from her. My hands gripped her hips and I lifted her, plopping her cute little ass on the edge of the desk. She spread her legs in invitation and I pulled away to look my fill.

Pretty and pink. And completely bare. She glistened she was so damn wet. I pulled her closer to the edge and knelt between her legs. I needed a taste of her, wanted to hear her scream, and I didn’t give a fuck who heard us. The tang of her hit my tongue like ambrosia as I held her folds open and explored. I sucked her clit as she thrashed on the desk. A sheaf of papers fluttered to the floor but I didn’t care. I licked, sucked, and teased.

“Oh, yes. Oh, fuck!” Her thighs tightened around my head. “I’m coming! Please don’t stop.”

I sucked harder, gripping her tighter, until she screamed out my name, her pussy coating my tongue in her cream. Her body went limp and I listened to her pant. I rose to my feet and unbuckled my pants, letting my monster cock spring free. I wasn’t a favorite of the ladies for nothing. Gorgeous looked up and her eyes widened when she saw what I was packing.

“That’s not going to fit,” she said.

I looked down at my throbbing dick. “Oh, it will fit, angel. All ten inches are going to pound your sweet pussy, and you’re going to love it.” I stroked my cock. “Now spread those legs wide, sugar.”

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SPOTLIGHT: Cuffs & Kink (A Bad Boy Romance)

CUFFS & KINK

Coming November 18th from Changeling Press

Genres: Contemporary/New Adult

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TY

It was no secret that I was a man whore and enjoyed my fair share of women. Several had tried to pin me down over the years, but no way was the noose of matrimony slipping around my neck. I was a fuck ‘em and leave ‘em kind of guy, and I liked my life just the way it was. Badge bunnies fell into my bed in droves, even the ones who liked to play innocent, but there was one type of woman I’d always avoided – virgins. Which makes things a little awkward when hot little Josie Wright, the reverend’s daughter, makes me harder than I’ve ever been before. Just one look at those slender legs and perky tits, and all I can think about is being balls deep inside of her, but good girls like Josie don’t hang out with bad boys like me.

JOSIE

I’ve always had the perfect life – loving parents and a stable home life. Until now. When my father told me I was to marry Reverend Falks, a man thirty years my senior, in exchange for our church getting a new roof, I knew he had to be kidding. The good reverend has told me in no uncertain terms that he plans to keep me barefoot and pregnant, along with some other details that make my stomach queasy. I’ll do anything to avoid my fate, even if it means falling into Officer Daniels’ bed. Except, once I’m there, I don’t want to leave. He makes me feel things I’ve never experienced before, and for the first time in my life, I’m realizing that maybe it’s good to be a little bad.

WARNING: This story contains one dirty talking hunky police officer, a sweet and innocent reverend’s daughter, and LOTS of steamy sex. Being bad has never been so good.

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EXCERPT

“Ty, you don’t have to do this. I know your uncle thinks it’s best if I lose my virginity, but I don’t want you to feel like you have to help me. He wasn’t very subtle when he suggested I come home with you.”

He smirked. “Honey, getting it up isn’t going to be a problem, but I’ve never been with a virgin before and I’m not sure I have enough finesse for something like that.”

I rubbed my hands against my thighs and stood up. “I never said I wanted finesse.”

“And what is it you want?”

I moved a little closer to him, the heat of his body pressing against me. “You could start by kissing me.”

His gaze skated down my body. “And if I don’t want to stop at just a kiss?”

“Isn’t that why I’m here?”

Ty reached out and wove his fingers through my hair, tilting my head back as he urged my body closer. My breasts pressed against his chest, the cool metal of his badge making my nipples harden. My lips parted as I waited for him to make his move. I’d never told anyone before, but I’d never been kissed. Being held against him was the closest I’d ever come to being kissed, to being embraced by someone other than family, and a thrill ran through me.

His head lowered and his mouth brushed against mine, leaving my lips tingling from the contact. I felt his tongue swipe against my lower lip and I let him in, reveling in the taste and feel of him. Our tongues tangled and I molded my body to his, his cock digging into my belly. I’d never seen a naked man before, and until this moment I’d never much cared one way or another about it. But suddenly, I wanted to see Ty in all his naked glory, and I knew without a doubt that it would be spectacular. The muscles in his body were hard and unyielding against my softer curves. My panties grew damp as he ravaged my mouth, his lips and tongue taking pleasure as well as giving it.

I shifted my hands up over his chest and reached for the buttons on his uniform. I popped them free, one at a time, and felt frustrated when I realized there was another shirt underneath. I had no idea how to unclip the belt that held his gun and other things like handcuffs. A shiver raked my spine as I wondered if he’d use the cuffs on me. I might be a virgin, but I’d read enough romance novels to have a few ideas about what I’d like to experience.

Ty broke away, his breathing heavy and his gaze hungry.

“This is your last chance to change your mind, Josie. I don’t think I’ll be able to stop if this goes any further. I may be strong, but I’m not that damn strong.”

I smiled a little, feeling a thrill of power that he wanted me that much. It made me wonder if a powerful man like Ty would fall to his knees with the right touch, the right kiss, the right words. I had none of those right now, but I would learn.

NEW RELEASE: Grease Monkey

GREASE MONKEY

Publisher: Changeling Press
Release Date: October 2016
Genre(s): New Adult/Contemporary/Erotic Romance

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For all appearances, Gwen is daddy’s little darling — a socialite with more money than sense — but what she really wants is to break free from her gilded cage.

When her Mercedes breaks down, Gwen’s knight in shining tow trucks turns out to be more than she expected. Will the hot mechanic be the first guy to rock her world? She melts at his touch and knows that she’ll give him whatever he wants, as long as he keeps her screaming his name.

WARNING: If you love sexy bearded men who talk dirty, be prepared to have your kindle melted. This is a highly erotic story with a case of insta-love.

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Excerpt

Gwen

I could count on one hand the number of times I’d been told no and had someone actually mean it. I was spoiled, rotten to the core, and daddy’s little darling. Or at least, that’s what the world saw when they looked at me. A perfect little blonde China doll driving around town in the Mercedes Daddy gave her. They don’t see the ugliness of my life, the harsh reality of being a Montcliff. Appearance is everything after all. All the women wanted to be me and all the guys wanted to fuck me, and that was a card my daddy never hesitated to play.

Any time he had a big client on the line, I was the one he sent to wine and dine them. I was waiting for the day he sold me to the highest bidder. I knew it was coming, now that I’ve refused to finish college. I don’t have a problem expanding my education, but the last thing I wanted to study was business, and Daddy was cramming it down my throat, wanting to groom me to be the perfect wife for one of his associates, and I was sure I knew which one. Lecherous old man.

I’d been driving aimlessly for over an hour, my mind in a whirl over my latest fight with Daddy dearest, and it didn’t take a genius to realize I was lost. I hadn’t been home in years and had never driven in Winston Falls before. My New England town was beautiful, though, and I’d wanted to go exploring before anyone could fasten a leash to my collar this morning. The fall leaves had been gorgeous, but at some point, I’d left behind the mansions of Piper Hill and, well… the houses and businesses around me weren’t falling apart, but they definitely belonged to the lower class.

I snorted. Lower class. Now I sounded like my snobby as hell mother, if you could call her that. My real mother had died giving birth to me, and my father hadn’t wasted time remarrying. He’d been through four wives since then, and his latest was only a few years older than me. It seemed every time he got married, the woman got a little younger. Pretty soon, he’d be bride shopping at the boarding school where I spent most of my life. The thought sickened me, but I knew he wasn’t above it. Knowing the sick bastard, he’d probably get off on having a child bride. Someone he could groom to his liking.

My car gave a clunk and rattle before the entire thing shimmied. “No. No, no, no. You aren’t doing this to me now!”

I stared at the gauge and wondered how the hell I’d managed to run out of gas. I was always careful about making sure I had a full tank, but apparently, I’d fucked up this time. I didn’t even remember the last gas station I’d seen, not that I had a gas can stored in my trunk. The only thing back there was my latest shopping haul. As far as I knew, I didn’t even have a car jack back there, but then I’d always called roadside service if I had a flat.

The car sputtered to a stop in the middle of the road, and I banged my head on the steering wheel. What the hell had I ever done wrong for the universe to hate me so much? I picked up my cell phone and stared at the black screen. I tried to power it on and realized my battery had died. Searching through the console and glove compartment, I couldn’t find the charger. I must have taken it out of the car at some point. Great. Stranded. It was a long-ass walk back home, especially in heels. With my luck, someone would think I was a high priced call girl and try to pick me up along the way.

A loud roar reached my ears and I glanced in the rearview mirror. About six motorcycles were barreling my way. I hoped like hell they didn’t stop to check on me. It wasn’t that I had anything against guys who rode motorcycles, but six rowdy men and just one of me? The odds weren’t in my favor. They whizzed past and I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. Minutes ticked by as I tried to assess my situation and figure out what the hell I was going to do. I could have walked, but to where? I wasn’t familiar with this part of town and would be just as lost on foot.

I heard the rumble of a big engine behind me and looked in my rearview mirror again. Was that a tow truck? Maybe my day wasn’t complete crap after all. It seemed miracles did still happen, even if they seldom ever happened to me. Whoever he was, surely he would be able to take me to the nearest gas station, and I could just fill up my car and be on my way. I had a little cash on me, but with some luck, they wouldn’t take checks or plastic.

I opened my door and swung my legs out before rising to meet my savior. Probably a good thing I was holding onto the doorframe when the driver stepped out. Holy mother of God! My knees went a little weak as a giant of a man moved toward me, his muscles bunching and flexing with every step. Mirrored sunglasses hid his eyes, but I got the feeling he was assessing me. Jeans were molded to his thick thighs, and a grease-stained white tee stretched tight over his massive chest and shoulders. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth as he stopped in front of me.

“You look like you could use some help.”

His deep voice sent shivers down my spine, and my cheeks burned as my panties grew damp. Holy fuck! I’d be willing to bet he could get a woman off just using his voice. And for the first time in my life, I was ready to volunteer to be that woman. No man had ever turned me on before. At school, the boys at the school across town had referred to me as the ice princess. I hadn’t even been able to get myself off, so I’d thought maybe they were right. Until now.

His eyebrows rose, and I realized I hadn’t said anything.

“It died in the middle of the road.” I licked my lips. “I ran out of gas.”

“I can take it back to my garage and take a look. It’s just a few blocks away.” He held out his hand. “Name’s Lance.”

I couldn’t stop the giggle that bubbled up.

“Something wrong with my name?”

“Sorry, it’s just… with you swooping in to rescue me and your name… it made me think of Lancelot.”

He smiled a little, the corner of his lips ticking upward. My legs squeezed together as more moisture gathered between my thighs. I’d never felt so needy before, so out of control. If he kept talking, I was going to hump his leg in the middle of the street, maybe beg him to fuck me over the hood of my car. I was practically salivating as I moved a little closer.

“So if I’m Lancelot, does that make you Guinevere?”

He pulled his glasses down his nose, and there was humor shining in his gray eyes. Gorgeous eyes. A sigh escaped me, and I had to stop myself from rubbing against him like a cat in heat. He seemed to realize the effect he had on me and smirked as he slid his glasses back into place.

“All right, Gwennie. Let’s get your car, and you, back to my shop.”

About the Author

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.

When Harley isn’t writing, she’s thinking up naughty things to do to her husband, drinking copious amounts of Starbucks, and reading. She loves to read and devours a book a day, sometimes more.

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