#ExcerptReveal!! Warrior Forever: Warrior In Heat #1 By Amber Bardan

The most likely conclusion to my current predicament is psychosis.
Much more likely than actual alien abduction.
Significantly more likely than impending forced nuptials with a giant primitive alien whose society never evolved a sense of humor.
But life in a horny space-barbarian’s cave isn’t all bad…
Did I mention that he vibrates?

He frowned deeper. “Husband need protect wife.”
I clenched my now working fist. Not that I itched to fight a magical warrior but I wasn’t helpless. Who escaped from Alien people smugglers? Who led a hundred woman to freedom? Who now risked her life on the planet of scorching heat, to make sure they stayed safe? “I’m perfectly capable.”
“Knowing wife is capable.” His brow rippled.
My gaze snapped up to his.
His fingers tightened just a little around mine. Not much, but enough. Enough for my muscles to seize, for my body to know—he could grind me to a pulp without even exerting an effort. He didn’t need to issue a single statement about his strength.
“This not mean capable, not capable. This not mean worthy, not worthy.” He opened his hand, and matched my palm against his. “This mean safe.”
Something popped in my chest like a jack-in-the-box.
My fingertips barely reached the start of his fingers. The difference as startling as a babies hand in a bears paw. How much smaller, more delicate than him I was.
The image made my whole body feel light.
He might not understand some things, but he’d just explained something else in a way that sent butterflies off in my belly.
“This mean different responsibility.” He placed his other hand on top of mine. “Tend. Protect. Cherish.”
Shivers rolled over me. Wow. Those words repeated again in my head. Tend. Protect. Cherish. Like vows. Yet, as much as he liked to call me wife, we’d made no promises.
Hell, I hadn’t agreed to anything, let alone marriage.
And yet this was as close as I’d ever come to believing that someone meant their promises.
I placed my other hand on top of his, and touched his over-sized knuckles.
He was bigger than big, and stronger than strong by human definition.
And yet so gentle with me.
“How make wife very angry?” He stared at me, close and intense and way up in my personal space.
“How?” Heat flushed in my cheeks. “You said something very offensive.”
“What offensive?”
I slid my hands free, not quite able to keep looking him in the face. “It’s rude to ask a human woman you are attempting to…” I coughed, searching for the word to describe our unusual relationship. “…court, if she wants anal—” I cleared my throat again. “—back passage sex.”
“Oh.” He remained studying me, gaze dropping down to my lap where I just knew he was thinking about whether or not my asshole were fuckable. “Human not make mate in back passage?”
“No.” Holy crap. Explaining anal to a horny alien. Thing that can never happen item number eight-hundred-and-sixty-nine. “I mean, it’s not for procreation but some people do it for fun.”
“If fun, why offense?”
Oh, boy. I rubbed my cheeks. “It’s just rude, Thor. Very rude.”
His frown wrinkled. “If not asking, how husband know human wife want make mating fun?”
“Because…” I exhaled. “Human marriage generally follows a period of courtship.” I squeezed the blanket around me at the reminder of what was actually going on here. In this situation which was very much not dating, honeymooning, or any other form of human romance. “Human men don’t just snatch woman and keep them captive in their cave, they court them. They earn their affection, they get to know their desires and preferences, and they attain their confidences so that those kinds of conversations can be comfortable and appropriate.”
He tilted back, but all his attention remained glued on me.
“You have not done any of those things.” I pointed my index finger at him. “You have not earned what is meant to be earned. You are trying to steal what is meant to be given.”
His eyes widened. Didn’t he like that? Good. I liked it even less.
“So when you ask me if I think you are without honor, yes, Thor, I think you are completely without honor.”
He flinched—actually flinched. The giant indestructible warrior that he was.
My chest heaved. “Where I am from, taking what is only mine to give, is the greatest dishonor.” I poked my finger right into his chest. “The biggest shame.”
I almost felt guilty for the look on his face, but then I was the one having to explain consent to my would be forced-husband.
“Punishable by law and a very serious crime.”
He remained frozen, staring at me for so long, I wasn’t sure if my little explanation was giving his primal mind an aneurysm.
Then he leaned in again. “Is crime, shame, and dishonor, because not complete human courtship ritual?”
I let out a long breath that made my body want to collapse in on itself. Something about the way he phrased that made it clear that he didn’t get it, get it. Not the important bits. Like the consent is critical part.
I rubbed my forehead, then froze. Maybe he didn’t need to actually understand.
Maybe he only kind-of needed to understand.
“Yes…” I breathed in again. “It is essential to humans that the very important courtship ritual take place before mating.”
He straightened, and looked at me a long while. “Must knowing this wife—is not Baratican practice to observe wife mating custom.”
Clearly… If the instantaneous mating attempts were anything to go by, the Baratican practice was to not wait long enough to find out.
“However, sometime when can not barter for wife, or war not desirable in taking wife, Baratican will preform custom requirements.” He slid off the bed. “Has been done before.”
“And you would do that?” I sat straighter. “You would observe the human courtship ritual?”
“Will consider.” He collected his loin cloth.
A thousand tiny muscles un-cleanched in my chest.
Thank fuckidy-fuck.
“Already taking the Kakaki juice to subdue mating rage-lust, for protect wife in sickness not fit for mating.”
Mating rage-lust?
No wonder he’d seemed so aggressive—rage-lust. Geez.
I tucked the blanket tighter under my arms. But, this was him with a libido suppressant? What the sweet-baby-Jesus was he going to be like when he stopped taking it?
My tongue scraped the roof of my mouth.
He stood, shoulders back, pecs out, abs firm as a freaking heavy-duty-washboard. Had he always been this Adonis with a side of Jason Momoa?
I shook my head to clear it.
“Explaining ritual.” He drew his hands behind his back, his stance so warrior it was all I could do not to snort. Where was his cape now? A cape would be perfect. But A red cape. And his helmet. His GIANT hammer.
“Umm.” I blew out. The ritual. God damn. If I’d paid more attention to medieval folklore I might’ve been able to ace this bluff. “The courtship ritual is about demonstrating affection.”
His loincloth twitched. His smirk twisted.
Oh boy.

After spending years imagining fictional adventures, Amber finally found a way to turn daydreaming into a productive habit. She now spends her time in a coffee-fuelled adrenaline haze, writing romance with a thriller edge.

She lives with her husband and children in semi-rural Australia, where if she peers outside at the right moment she might just see a kangaroo bounce by.

Amber is an award winning writer, Amazon Bestselling Author, and member of Romance Writers of Australia, Melbourne Romance Writers Guild, and Writers Victoria.

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✴📚✴ #CoverReveal!! Crank: The Gibson Boys #1 By Author Adriana Locke

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Author: Adriana Locke
Genre: #ContemporaryRomance
Cover Design: Kari March
Release Date: November 10, 2017

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This is one mistake Sienna Landry can’t buy her way out of.

As Walker Gibson looks at her, then at the damage to his precious truck (that she may or may not have accidentally inflicted), she knows she’s in trouble. It’s not the busted headlight and dented grill that’s sunk her though. It’s the downright sinful man in front of her that’s the problem.

The small town mechanic is broody. Rough. Smells like engine grease and gasoline and Sienna isn’t sure why that’s so sexy, but it is. It so is. She’s ready to peel off her panties at the drop of his wrench.

He wants her too. She can feel it when he brushes against her. Experience it as he presses her against the wall of the shop. It’s thinly veiled in his deep, brown eyes when he looks at her like she’s everything he’s ever wanted. So why won’t he give in?

The damage to Walker’s truck is the first of many mistakes between the two of them, ending with truths that rock Sienna’s world. Nothing can fix her broken heart except the love of a man that won’t, maybe even can’t, love her back.

Crank is a standalone romance in a new small town, blue-collar series from USA Today bestselling author Adriana Locke. Join readers everywhere as they fall in love with the delicious Gibson Boys.

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USA Today and Amazon Top 10 Bestselling author Adriana Locke lives and breathes books. After years of slightly obsessive relationships with the flawed bad boys created by other authors, Adriana has created her own.

She resides in the Midwest with her husband, sons, and two dogs. She spends a large amount of time playing with her kids, drinking coffee, and cooking. You can find her outside if the weather’s nice and there’s always a piece of candy in her pocket.

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#ComingSoon #PreOrder #MOTM Man Of The Month Series By J. Kenner

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Who’s Your Man of the Month?

When a group of fiercely determined friends realize their beloved hang-out is in danger of closing, they take matters into their own hands to bring back customers lost to a competing bar. Fighting fire with a heat of their own, they double down with the broad shoulders, six-pack abs, and bare chests of dozens of hot, local guys who they cajole, prod, and coerce into auditioning for a Man of the Month calendar.

But it’s not just the fate of the bar that’s at stake. Because as things heat up, each of the men meets his match in this sexy, flirty, and compelling binge-read romance series of twelve novels releasing every other week from New York Times bestselling author J. Kenner.

“With each novel featuring a favorite romance trope—beauty and the beast, billionaire bad boys, friends to lovers, second chance romance, secret baby, and more—this series hits the heart and soul of romance.” — New York Times bestselling author Carly Phillips

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J. Kenner (aka Julie Kenner) is the New York Times, USA Today, Publishers Weekly, Wall Street Journal and #1 International bestselling author of over seventy novels, novellas and short stories in a variety of genres.

Known primarily for her award-winning and international bestselling erotic romances (including the Stark and Most Wanted series) that have reached as high as #2 on the New York Times bestseller list, JK has been praised by RT Bookclub for having “cornered the market on sinfully attractive, dominant antiheroes and the women who swoon for them.” A five time finalist for Romance Writers of America’s prestigious RITA award, JK took home the first RITA trophy awarded in the category of erotic romance for her novel, Claim Me (book 2 of her Stark Trilogy). Her books have sold over three million copies and are published in over twenty languages.

In her previous career as an attorney, JK worked as a clerk on the Fifth Circuit Court of Appeals, and practiced primarily civil, entertainment and First Amendment litigation in Los Angeles and Irvine, California, as well as in Austin, Texas. She currently lives in Central Texas, with her husband, two daughters, and two rather spastic cats.

♥ ♥ ♥ #ReleaseBlitz ♥ ♥ ♥ Suite Hearts By Authors Caitlin Daire & Isabella Darling


Title: Suite Hearts
Authors: Caitlin Daire & Isabella Darling 
Genre: Romance
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

The Mirabella – the only 5-star hotel where you come for the bell boy.


KADEN
One look at her tells me all I need to know – she’s trouble.
Yet I can’t stay away.
Peyton Cadwell, the stunning heiress to the Mirabella hotel empire, is all I want.
She thinks I’m just a broke bellboy working at her parents’ hotel…
But she can never know the truth. 
She can never know I got the job to take down her whole family…
And I can never be with her… can I?

PEYTON
He’s arrogant, sexy, and irresistible.
He pushes all my buttons and makes me want him more than anything else.
But there’s more going on at the Mirabella than just my crush…
Secrets, lies, scandals, and the shocking return of a long-lost missing person.
Our summer’s just getting started.

Suite Hearts is a full-length, standalone novel with no cheating and a HEA. It is the first in a series with interconnected characters.
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 
 


Caitlin Daire writes about sexy men and the smart, curvy women who love them. She has found her own happily-ever-after ending with her husband and two kids.

 
Isabella Darling is the alter ego of dark romance author Isabella Starling. Whenever she’s in the mood for sexy, spicy and sweet, Isabella switches to this pen name. She lives with her boyfriend and three fur babies in Europe.




 
 
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ReleaseBoost!! Tempting Daddy’s Boss – Innocence Claimed Series By Author: Madison Faye

 

Title: Tempting Daddy’s Boss
Series: Innocence Claimed Series
Author: Madison Faye
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 16, 2017
Blurb
I’m keeping her all to myself, whether she knows it or
not.
An angel like little
Lyra Worthington has no business being anywhere near a cold, calculating
monster like me.
But she’s been mine since
the second she poured herself into my world. And now, I’m never letting
her go.
I know she’s
off-limits.
I know she’s too
young for me, and too innocent, and too untouched. But I bet
she tastes like heaven and feels like sin, and tonight, I plan on finding out
how right I am.
She’s tempting me –
enticing me. She’s provoking me like a naughty little brat
looking for trouble. And believe when I say, she’s going to find it with
me.
I’ll call her angel.
She’ll call me daddy.
I’m not – not really,
of course. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to protect her, and take care of
her, and keep her safe from the whole damn world.
I play for keeps, I
take what’s mine, and I keep what I take. And tonight, I’m taking her.
Super sweet, so filthy you’ll need a bath, and
over-the-top wrong. But, if you’re looking for something wildly dirty, not
really grounded in reality, and safe, this one’s for you!
Utterly obsessed alpha hero, sassy, untouched heroine, and insta-love, smut,
and sugary-sweetness galore. HEA with NO CHEATING!

 

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Madison Faye is the dirty alter ego of the very wholesome,
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mom, and PTA organizer on the outside, there’s nothing but hot, steamy, and
raunchy fantasies brewing right beneath the surface!
Tired of keeping them hidden inside or only having them come out in the
bedroom, they’re all here in the form of some wickedly hot stories.
Single-minded alpha hero, sinfully taboo relationships, and wildly over-the-top
scenarios. If you love it extra dirty, extra hot, and extra naughty, this is
the place for you! (Just don’t tell the other PTA members you saw her here…)

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#CoverReveal!! Personal Disaster – Billionaire Secrets Series #3 By Author Ainsley Booth #RomanticComedy

 

Title: Personal Disaster

Series: Billionaire Secrets #3

Author: Ainsley Booth
Genre: Romantic Comedy

Cover Design: Oh So Novel

Release Date: November 21, 2017
Blurb
 
She’s looking for a story about a billionaire. He’s the
park ranger standing in her way.
Poppy has done her research on Marcus. She knows how
connected he is—and she knows he’ll be a very reluctant source even if she can
get him to talk. What she isn’t expecting is to fall head over heels in
insta-love with a grumpy, bearded mountain man who wants nothing to do with
her.
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Excerpt
Poppy stiffens on the passenger seat beside me, and despite
my best efforts to glare straight ahead, I see her out of the corner of my eye.
I see her glance down at her recorder, and turn it off. I see her jaw tighten,
then relax, and I see her sigh and turn to look out the window.
I see her cross her legs, flashing me another few inches of
soft thigh.
Damn it. Now my jaw is tight, too.
That’s not to say I don’t like it. I do, but it’s a
performance.
A trick.
If a woman is going to slide her skirt up her thighs for me,
it’s gotta be because she wants me to chase the hem with my tongue. Because she
wants to get lost for a few hours, and part company with a mutually fond
memory.
Not because she thinks I can be distracted by my dick.
She taps her fingers on her knee, then sighs and lifts her
hand to her mouth. Her lips part, pink and shiny, and she sinks her perfect
white teeth into the fleshy pad of her thumb.
This was a mistake. I can’t drag her around the park with
me. Another few hours of this antagonism and who the hell knows what will
happen?
Maybe you can chase her through the forest and convince
her to let you peek up her skirt.
Not happening.
I slam on the brakes and jerk the truck off the path. She
scrambles to hang on to her recorder, her skirt, her plan of seduction.
I don’t care. I point to her door. “Get out.”
“Excuse me?” She spins around, looking back up the road.
Yeah, we’re a few miles from where she left her car.
Not my problem.
“Get. Out.”
“You get out,” she says hotly. 
Fine.
I leap out the driver’s side and stalk around to her door.
More thigh greets me as she holds up her hand—clearly, she’s
figured out I’m serious, and she doesn’t want me to touch her.
Fine by me. I don’t want to touch her either. Not much,
anyway. Definitely not in anger.
I actually want to touch her way too much for a stranger
who’s poking around my life.
I step back and cross my arms over my chest. “What are you
playing at?”
She slithers to the ground and straightens her dress.
“Nothing.”
“With your little display in the truck.”
“What display?”
“Letting your skirt ride up. Biting your thumb. Turning off
the recorder.”
Her eyes go wide as I list what she did. She stares at me,
stock-still, then gasps again and shoves her hands hard against my chest. “You…
you… you…”
I step back, and she shoves me again.
“You… beast!” She laughs, and shakes her head, but when her
gaze collides with mine, there’s no humor there. Just angry, pissed-off woman.
“Okay, let’s start at the top. I’m wearing a skirt. Yes. I have legs, that’s a
fun fact, too. And you saw part of them. Whoop-di-fucking-doo, Ranger Boy.
Second, if I was biting my thumb, it was to keep from criticizing your reckless
fucking driving. And finally, I turned off my recorder because this interview
is a waste of my fucking time. And if you think for a hot second that I might
use my feminine wiles to get a story out of you, you’re a fucking asshole who
deserves to be hunted down by paparazzi. I’ll make sure that happens just as
soon as I get off this fucking godforsaken mountain.”
“You’re going to give up, just like that?” I move forward
again, crowding into her personal space. “Lose your story?”
“There’s no story here,” she spits, her jaw set and her eyes
glittering. “Not one worth writing.”
“Because I barked at you?”
“Because you leered at me.”
I had done that. Twice. Maybe three times. And I’d done it
mostly to scare her away, but also a little bit because she itched at me. That
itch now flares up, hot and red and annoyingly principled. “I was trying to
scare you off.”
She laughs again without humor. “It worked, you pervert. How
the fuck am I supposed to get back to my car now? Because I’m sure as hell not
getting back in your truck.”
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Mom by day and filthy romance writer by night, Ainsley Booth
is super grateful for caffeine, blueberry muffins, and yoga pants. She is the
USA Today bestselling author of Hate F*@k and Prime
Minister
. She also writes sexy, small town and military romance as Zoe
York.
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📖 Rescue Me 📖

Heathens Ink, Book #1

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“Your life can change in an instant”~ Madden
I never thought a night out could change everything. All I wanted was to dance, drink, maybe take a cute guy home for a night of fun. I met the guy, but the night ended as a nightmare. Screams, and blood, and tragedy haunt my dreams. I’m alive and I owe it all to the gorgeous marine who refused to leave me for dead. But how can I start a new relationship when I’m not even sure who I am anymore?

“I’ll always save you” ~Thane
After a long work week all I wanted was to let my hair down and to meet a nice guy. When I laid eyes on the gorgeous, tattooed man at the bar, I had to have him. I never would have thought the night could end in such horror. I saved his life, and I swear I’ll save him as many times as I have to. Even if it means saving him from himself.

**This is the first book in the Heathens Ink series in which every book can be read as a stand alone.

CAUTION: this book is recommended for readers 18+ and does contain one scene of graphic violence that may disturb some readers.

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#EXCERPT

Madden

I wake up in a cozy cocoon of sleepy happiness. I haven’t slept that well in weeks. I’m guessing I owe the good night sleep and full body satisfaction to the phenomenal orgasm. Although, the gorgeous man pressed up against my back might have something to do with it, too. Thane’s nose nuzzles against the back of my neck and he lets out a contented sigh and starts to trace little circles on my hipbone with his thumb.

“Morning,” I murmur, unwilling to even roll over and ruin this perfect moment.

“Mmmm, good morning,” Thane hums, trailing gentle kisses along my shoulder.

At least there’s no morning after awkwardness. However, I’m loath to have the ‘what does this mean’ talk. Maybe we can put it off for a little while.

“Will I be showing my hand too much if I ask what last night means?” Thane asks.

Fuck.

I let out a sigh and force myself to wriggle out of his grasp enough to roll over and face him. I wince as I shuffle around in the bed, putting too much weight briefly on my bad leg. Once I’m settled I lay my head back on the pillow and take a moment to get lost in Thane’s soulful brown eyes.

“I like you a lot,” I start and Thane frowns. “No pouty faces. It’s not a brush off, I’m stating a fact. I like you a lot.”

Thane relaxes a fraction and brings his hand up to cup my jaw, running a thumb through my morning stubble.

“I like you a lot too, Madden.”

Now comes the hard part.

“If this were any other circumstances you’d have to have me surgically removed in order to get rid of me. I’d be pulling out all the stops to make you my boyfriend.”

“But…?” Thane’s expression returns to wariness.

“My head isn’t on straight right now. I’m afraid that if we start something right now it’ll be doomed before we even start.”

Thane sighs and his eyes fill with a sad resignation.

“I know.”

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📖 GOING COMMANDO 📖

Heathens Ink, Book #2

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“I never thought I could want anyone as much as I wanted Nash, then I met you”~Royal

When I was sixteen I was afflicted with a terrible curse…I fell in love with my straight best friend. I never thought I’d move past my feelings for Nash and find someone who could love me in return, until the day a gorgeous marine plopped himself down in my chair and asked me to ink him. I’m falling fast for Zade, but my feelings for Nash are still very real. When life starts getting complicated and Nash speaks the words I never thought I’d hear, the only thing I want is for us to find a way to make this work…together.

“What if I told you, you’d never have to choose?”~Zade

I thought I’d stay in the marines for life, that was the plan. But after a traumatic event I couldn’t make myself re-enlist when my contract was up. Confused and unsure what to do next I called up my best friend for a place to stay. What I didn’t count on was my best friend’s boyfriend practically throwing a sexy tattoo artist at me to keep me busy. Royal is everything I’ve ever wanted and his roommate, Nash, is starting to grow on me, too.

“A few weeks ago I thought I was straight. Now I’m sandwiched between two sweaty men. Can’t say I do anything half-assed.” ~Nash

Of course I’ve noticed that my best friend, Royal is crazy good looking. I have eyes, that doesn’t mean I’m into guys. Although, when I start to notice that his new boyfriend, Zade, is pretty hot too, that makes me start to question things a little. Not to mention the dreams I keep having of the three of us together. I’m willing to try if they are.

**This is NOT a love triangle, just good old fashioned man-on-man-on-man love

**Every book in the Heathens Ink series can be read as a stand-alone, but it’s way more fun to read them in order.

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#EXCERPT

His cheeks flame red and that’s all the answer I need. I lunge at him, claiming his lips with my own, savoring the sweet taste. Sure, I’ve sucked his dick a few times, but I’ve never been allowed to kiss him before. To my relief he relaxes into the kiss, his lips parting, and his hands fisting the front of my shirt.

Nash let’s out a whimper as I flick my tongue along his bottom lip before plunging it into his mouth. To my surprise he sucks my tongue and then grabs me by the hair, tilts my head back, and deepens the kiss. Holy fuck this boy can kiss. I moan into his mouth, as his hands begin to fumble with my jeans.

“Wait,” I gasp reluctantly as my brain chooses a few seconds too late to remind me that not only do I have a boyfriend, he’s in a sex coma in the next room while I suck my roommate’s face off. “Fuck, I shouldn’t have done that.”

Nash frowns and touches his fingers to his lips, like he’s trying to hang on to the sensation of the kiss. Another jolt of lust hits me in the gut.

“I’m going to go to bed and we’ll finish talking about this in the morning, okay?”

Nash nods but doesn’t say anything as I dart for my room before I can do any other stupid shit.

Zade is still sound asleep, but as I pull the covers back and climb in beside him, he rolls towards me and wraps me in his arms.

My heart constricts. If you’d have told me two months ago that Nash might be bi and have feelings for me, I’d have been jumping for joy. Part of me still is. I mean, fuck, I’ve loved the man for eight years. He’s everything I thought I always wanted.

Laying here in Zade’s arms, it’s not as easy as it should be to be excited about Nash. I haven’t known Zade long, but my feelings for him are just as real as my feelings for Nash. I can’t choose between them, it would be impossible. They’re so different, but both exactly what I need.

Zade is strong and fierce, but needs me to soothe something deep inside of him. He’s sarcastic and up for anything. I never thought I’d meet a man who’d be willing to face down any challenge I could throw at him, and level me with challenges of his own.

Then there’s Nash. He’s my best friend, my hero, the man who’s held my heart since I was sixteen. Nash is kind and quiet. He calms the chaos I love to create. He levels me out. And, he needs me too.

I want them both in every possible way. I’ll never be able to choose.

 

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📖 FROM ASHES 📖

HEATHENS INK SERIES, BOOK #3

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“When the broken man with scarred skin walked into Heathens, asked for a job, and showed me a sketch of a phoenix, it felt like fate.”~ Adam

It started with an anonymous post by someone who didn’t want to live anymore. I read it over and over again, unable to get it out of my mind. What if my brother Johnny had posted something like this before he’d taken his own life? Would someone have been able to save him?

I’ve been living a lie for 16 long years and I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to keep it up. And when a beautiful, broken man walks into my tattoo shop asking for a second chance at life, I know I’ll never be able to turn him away.

“When I was so far down I couldn’t even see the light, a stranger reached in to save me”~ Nox

I didn’t have anything to live for, until a kind stranger pulled me back from the brink. With physical and emotional scars I have nowhere to turn now but to that same stranger who saved my life without realizing it. But as my feelings for Adam grow, will I ever be anything other than a surrogate for the brother he couldn’t save? Am I even worthy of his love?

**From Ashes is the third book in the Heathens Ink series, each book in the series CAN be read as a standalone.

CAUTION: this book contains graphic descriptions of domestic violence and drug use that may be disturbing to some readers.

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#EXCERPT

The air in the room seems to shift as our laughter fades. I look over at Adam and find him looking back.

His eyes flick over my face like he’s searching for something and the crease between his brows makes me wonder what he’s thinking so hard about. I wonder for the millionth time how he kisses, what his lips taste like. I’ve never been this obsessed with kissing before but my brain is like a broken record lately.

Subconsciously, I feel myself leaning forward, and to my surprise, Adam is leaning forward too.

Our mutual approach is slow and measured, like we’re both afraid to scare the other off if we move too fast.

His breath smells like chocolate as it bathes my face and my hands start to tremble. I mentally send out a prayer to every deity I can think of not to let Adam come to his senses until after I get the chance to kiss him and know what it feels like for just a few seconds.

When his lips finally ghost against mine it’s like an electric jolt to every nerve ending. Then, he lets out a defeated sound and crushes his lips against mine and my heart nearly explodes out of my chest.

The kiss is sweet and exploratory as his tongue sweeps against my lips, seeking access. I open to him without hesitation, looping my arms around the back of his neck and pulling myself flush against him.

My skin feels like it’s the only thing keeping me from bursting into a million beams of light.

Adam’s hands gently roam my body. Not harsh and demanding like I’m used to, but reverently. Each breathy sound that falls from his lips between kisses burrows into my heart to make a permanent home.

Adam pulls his lips from mine and I whimper in protest. He presses his forehead against mine as we both attempt to catch our breath.

“I’m so sorry. God that was so inappropriate,” Adam laments in a pained tone.

“No.”I clutch desperately at the front of his shirt, unwilling to let him pull away. “Please, don’t tell me that the best moment of my life was a mistake.”

“You’re my employee, and you’re going through so much,” Adam argues weakly.

“I don’t care. Please, Adam, give it a chance. Give us a chance?” I don’t know what’s making me so bold, but now that I’ve had a taste of what it can feel like to have someone care about you, I can’t let it go, not without a fight.

“Okay,” Adam breathes after a second and I nearly cry in relief before scrambling into his lap and kissing him again.

More confident now, my tongue sweeps along the inside of Adam’s hot mouth. His hands grip my hips and then wander up my back, underneath my shirt. I shiver at the contact of his rough fingers against my skin.

As our kissing drags on with no attempt on Adam’s part to get my clothes off I start to feel out of my depth. I don’t think he’s been with a guy before so am I supposed to let him set the pace? Or, is he assuming I’ll lead? Then something else occurs to me…it’s only fair for me to tell Adam the full extent of my past before he makes the decision to be in a sexual relationship with me.

I force myself to end the kiss and lean back on his lap.

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📖 Shattered Pieces 📖

HEATHENS INK SERIES, BOOK #4

Coming October 31st!

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“I was sure my heart had withered away years ago, but then you smiled at me and I felt it beat again.” ~Gage

Years ago, I fell in love with my best friend’s little brother. Then, he took his own life, leaving me shattered and unable to piece my heart back together. I’ve been a zombie for nine long years. Until a crazy, gorgeous man walked into Heathens Ink and injected color back into my world of gray. No matter how hard I try to resist Beck he just won’t give up on me. I would need steel willpower to withstand his gorgeous long legs in his high heels, and his drawer full of lacy lingerie. But is this just a kinky hook up or does it have the possibility for more?

“We’re both broken, but our jagged edges fit together well” ~ Beck

When you’re half of a whole you never contemplate what life would be like without your matching piece. Since my twin sister, Brianna, died last year, nothing I do seems to quiet my soul. I know there has to be some way for me to feel happy and whole again. And, when I look into the pained eyes of the tattoo artist at Heathens Ink I feel like I have a purpose. I can’t explain it, but I feel like I have to find a way to put him back together.

#EXCERPT

As soon as I pull into the familiar spot at the hidden overlook I’m assaulted with so many memories it’s almost impossible to breathe.

Flashes of images pass before my eyes like still shots from a familiar movie. Johnny smiling at me with so much shy hope, I laid my heart at his feet that very moment. His small frame in my arms as we lay breathless and tangled on a blanket, sweat cooling on our skin, gazing up at the stars and dreaming of a future. Tears and fights because he couldn’t stand keeping our love a secret, while I tried for the millionth time to explain to him why it wasn’t the right time to tell Adam. Johnny growing increasingly more distant as I begged literally on hands and knees for him to tell me what was going on with him, desperate to know why he wasn’t the same man I fell in love with anymore. Where was my Johnny and who was that shell of a boy in his place?

I should’ve seen the signs then. I should’ve known that he needed more help than the sheer strength of my love alone could give him.

And then, the night Adam and I drove up here after Johnny’s funeral and drowned our sorrows in a bottle of Jack.

The force of the memories nearly brings me to my knees. I haven’t come up here since that night with Adam. I couldn’t bear it. It’s too much of Johnny and not enough all at the same time.

I’m a husk of a person now. I’m a man without a heart or soul. When Johnny died he took those things with him and left a painful ache where they used to be.

I sink down on the ground beside Adam’s car and look up at the night sky. It looks the same as it always did when Johnny was in my arms. How can the universe be so unaffected by the loss of such a beautiful soul? How can life continue to go on day after day without him?

“How could you do this to me Jay? You promised me forever. I know we were young but I believed you. Everyone says things get better with time, so why does it feel so fucking raw still? Why do I still wake up thinking for a second you’re still here? Why can’t I move on? It’s been nine years, Jay. Why can’t I get the fuck over it? And why did you have to leave me? Why?” My voice cracks as the tears roll freely down my cheeks. “I can’t keep living like this Jay. When I promised it would only ever be you I meant it from the bottom of my heart. But you’re gone now and I’m so lonely I can’t breathe. I can’t do it anymore. I can’t.”

A broken sob escapes my chest and I bury my face in my hands.

At least no one is up here to see me breaking down like this.

I know what they all think of me. They can’t understand how I can still be mourning the loss of someone who died almost a decade ago. But Johnny wasn’t someone he was my everything. He was my first and only love.

I can still remember the night we got together like it was yesterday. I still dream of it.

I had known Johnny his whole life and he had always been my best friend’s goofy little brother. Kind of cute and so campy you’d think he was trying to be every gay stereo-type he could manage. But that was just Johnny. He didn’t care what people thought. At least I didn’t think he cared. Maybe if I’d realized how much it really mattered to him he’d still be here now.

He was sixteen and I was twenty and I felt like a skeeve for noticing how hot he was. It wasn’t just a physical attraction, though. It was like I couldn’t get enough of his company. I kept finding excuses to hang out with him so I could absorb some of his happy glow.

He’d had a hard day at school and he’d come home visibly upset, almost in tears. No one was around so I did something I’d never done before, something I’d been craving to do. I put my arms around him and held him against my chest.

“What can I do to make it better, Jay? Tell me, I’ll do anything,” I’d asked, tilting his head up so I could brush his tears away with my thumbs.

He looked up at me through his eyelashes, with the most serious expression I’d ever seen on his normally smiling face.

“You can stop pretending there’s nothing between us and kiss me already.”

I gasped at his bold statement.

“Jay…I…”

He didn’t wait for me to think of a million reasons it would be wrong for us to kiss. Instead he reared up on his toes and pressed his soft lips to mine.

My entire world shattered in that moment and reformed with Johnny at the center of it. There was never any choice for me other than loving Johnny.

“You have to let me go, Jay. Please, let me go.”

A warm breeze wraps around me and I could almost swear I can smell Johnny’s favorite cologne for a millisecond. And for the first time in so many years a small amount of peace settles over my heart. It’s almost as if Johnny heard my plea and is trying to tell me it’s okay to move on.

“I’ll always love you, Jay. No matter what else ever happens in my life, you will always be the biggest piece of my heart.”

About The Author

I’m an author of m/m and new adult romance. I have a strong passion for writing characters with a lot of heart and soul, and a bit of humor as well.