Welcome Author Peyton Elizabeth!

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PEYTON ELIZABETH

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To me, reading is an escape from reality.  We all have those times when reality becomes too much and we need something to lighten our hearts.  Reading has always given me that, but recently, I was lucky enough to meet a man who was able to do that for me in a different way.  He's shown me that reality can be just as much fun as fiction.  As a mother, it's important to me to show my son that life is full of surprises and that we must cherish every day we are given.  Here's to lightening our hearts!

THE FIRST ORDER [SAFEWORD LLC 1]

Becca Schuler has always fantasized about bondage, but

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does that really make her depraved?  According to an ex-boyfriend, it does. 

After losing her job, and with no way to pay her rent, Becca hits a local bar to drown her sorrows. The last thing she expects is to meet a mysterious woman who assures that she can make Becca’s dream a reality. Is there really a company called Safeword LLC that places submissive women with dominant men per their preferences on a simple application?

Knowing she has nothing to lose, Becca fills out the form on www.safewordllc.com. Her placement lands her in the sensual and strict hands of Lane and Ross Ellison, who train her to be their ideal submissive. But when Becca’s fear of not being perfect weaves its way into their lives, she sets out to be just that and unknowingly risks losing it all.

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“Rebecca, where are your eyes?”

The surprise of her given name made Becca realize she’d been staring at her dress on the ground. She’d been so caught up in answering him appropriately that she’d forgotten her first instruction—keeping her eyes on her hands. Becca immediately brought her gaze up to where they were clasped together, only to find them clutched underneath her belly button.

“Th–they were on my dress, Sir.”

“And what did I tell you to keep your eyes focused on, Rebecca?”

“My hands, Sir.” Becca couldn’t stop the tremor in her voice. Would he punish her? A stab of fear shot through her. She knew she couldn’t handle pain, but yet she didn’t want to disappoint him. The warring emotions were almost too much to handle and she watched as her knuckles whitened against each other. Becca swore to herself that she’d do better in following his instructions. She didn’t want him to stop and take away these feelings that he’d stirred within her. “I’ll do better, Sir.”

“You’ll be chastised a little later for your infraction, Rebecca. Right now, I’d like you to lower your hands to your sides.”

Becca felt the stiffness in her knuckles as she loosened her grip. She brought her hands down to her sides, not taking her eyes off of them. Becca’s focus made her conscious of the fact she would have kept them tightly closed. She forced her hands to remain relaxed, feeling the pads of her fingertips brush against her thighs.

“Now, I want you to look at your right shoulder.” Ross closed the distance between them, walking around so that he was standing directly behind her. She blinked rapidly, trying to resist the urge to look up at his face. “Tell me what you see.”

“I–I’m not sure I understand, Sir.” Ross’s finger trailed from the curve of her neck, over her shoulder, and down her arm. “It’s my shoulder, Sir.”

“Your shoulders are sensual cambers scattered with enticing freckles begging to be caressed.” Ross brought his hands underneath her mounds and cupped her breasts, lifting them up until she was spilling over his fingers. “Now tell me what you see.”

Becca knew she could do better than just saying the word breasts. He wanted something more descriptive. Unfortunately, his touch was distracting her mind from searching for the correct adjectives. “My breasts in your hands are s–sensitive to your touch, Sir.”

“I like knowing they are sensitive, Becca,” Ross said in a low voice that dripped like rich caramel over her senses. “I see beautifully formed swollen tits bound in creamy flesh. Your taut areolas are soft with miniscule bumps that tighten under the warmth of my touch. Your burgeoning nipples appear magnificent in their eagerness to feel the moisture of my tongue.”

Becca gave a ragged sigh and struggled to inhale whatever oxygen might be left in the room. Ross seemed to have left none for her. Light perspiration now coated her skin. She’d never been so aware of her breasts before and was astonished to find that he’d instigated a deep ache within them. Ross hadn’t touched her nipples, but his words seemed to have triggered a pinch within them that wouldn’t dissipate.

Ross gently released her breasts and brought his warm hands down to her cool stomach. It wasn’t as flat as Becca would have wanted it, and she mentally cringed at what she would say if he asked her to describe her abdomen. She wasn’t good at this game and wanted it over with, yet she’d never felt so aroused. It was if her body had awakened from a long winter’s sleep. How had Ms. Van Camp known this was what Becca had needed?

“Please describe where my hands are, Rebecca.”

“Oh, my stomach, Sir.”

“That’s all you have to say?”

“I–I’m not happy with that part of me, Sir.”

“Then let’s change your view, shall we? I see porcelain skin that is soft to the touch while the slight swell speaks of your fertile health.” Ross stroked his thumb across her lower abdomen, which caused her muscles to contract as well as her pussy. “Your voluptuous curves lead into what an artist would see as perfection, lightly etching your lines to catch the blossoming of your hips. The only thing their artwork lacks is the ability to capture the grace with which you tilt them as you walk, framing your flower between them.”

Becca watched as his hands dipped farther down, suspended right above her bare pussy. Her clit was enflamed, glowing a bright pink, and had been overly sensitive since she’d left the spa. The dampness growing inside her thighs was becoming alarming. If air could cause such a fiery reaction, Becca wasn’t sure she’d be able to cope with Ross’s touch. She was finding it hard not to lean back against his broad chest for support. Ross pulled his hands away and stepped back. She nearly collapsed in frustration.

“Place your fingers inside your folds, Rebecca. Pull them apart and show me your pussy.”

INQUIRING MINDS WANT TO KNOW

Q: If you could spend a day with one of your characters, who would it be and why?  

I would love to spend the day with James Calihan, the Chief Security Officer at Safeword LLC!  I love his physique, his five o’clock shadow, and his ability to get things done.  He intrigues me and his past is a mystery just waiting to be solved.  Imagine all of the questions I could ask him! 

Q: What is one thing about the publishing world that surprised you the most?  

I wouldn’t say that anything surprises me about the publishing world so much as it fascinates me.  There is so much goes into the success of a book.  From the contracts to the editing to the cover art – every step creates a story that came from me into something that I can share with the world.

Q: What do you feel is the hardest part of the writing process?  

The most difficult part of the writing process for me is the edits.  It can be very emotional to change something that I poured my heart into, but yet I know that my editor has the story’s best interest at heart. 

Q: When is your favorite time of day to write?  

I do my best writing in the late morning or early afternoon.  I’m definitely not a morning person (unless I’m supplied with endless amounts of coffee) and I’m exhausted by the time evening rolls around.

Q: What is the one thing you must have to be able to write?  Winter.  I know that sounds odd, but during the winter months, I can write like there’s no tomorrow.  I love to watch the snow fall outside my bay window, the fire blazing in the fireplace, coffee in hand, and snuggled on the couch with my laptop.

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The First Order [Safeword LLC 1] 

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"This story is the beginning of what is sure to be a ridiculously popular series. It far exceeded my expectations, that’s for sure and is heartily recommended." -- Bella from Fallen Angels Reviews

Happy Birthday to Me!!

ABOUT

GABRIELLE EVANS

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A small-town girl from southern Oklahoma—we are talking one red light that may or may not work depending on the day of the week—Siren-exclusive author Gabrielle Evans believes in taking chances and pushing boundaries.

Gabrielle’s best-selling series are driven by her belief that everyone has a happy ending waiting to happen, even if it’s found in a seemingly unconventional way. When she’s not busy writing her next anxiously awaited book, she’s living her own happily ever after, married to her high school sweetheart. For now, she parks her car in central Indiana, but who knows what tomorrow will bring.

HAVEN 8: FOUR-LETTER WORDS

COMING MAY 16th FROM SIREN-BOOKSTRAND!

Zasha Gershwin lives a rigidly controlled life. He doesn’t see anything wrong with being prepared and organized, and he certainly doesn’t have time for such frivolous things as love. He cares for Thane, and he’s certainly attracted to the witch, but that’s just how the mating bond works.

While his mate may not remember their previous life together, Thane Braddock has no trouble recalling every moment, right up to their tragic end. Now, he has a second chance to make everything right. Unfortunately, he’s making all new mistakes this time around.

Evil lurks to the west, spreading its shadow across the desert, and the races hover on the verge of war. When the Braddocks are called to answer the rising threat, Thane and Zasha’s turbulent relationship will be pushed to its breaking point. Can they rekindle the old flame before it’s too late? Or is history destined to repeat itself?

WHAT IS LOVE?

“He cared very much for Thane, but he didn’t know that it was love. Hell, love was such an abstract concept. There was no tangible proof that it existed. He couldn’t see it, touch it, taste it, or hold it in his hand, and he was skeptical about this very human convention.

Zasha wasn’t convinced two people needed to love each other to be happy together. Fate threw them onto the same path because they were the best possible match, and from there, well, they just had to find a way to make it work.

There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for Thane, and the thought of losing him pierced his heart like a jagged, rusty dagger. He’d heard humans speak of many types of love—unconditional love, a mother’s love, true love, eternal love, and the ever-popular love at first sight. Sometimes, he envied them and their ability to find joy based purely on faith.

Of course, he’d heard paranormals speak about love as well, but mostly, he felt they were just confused. Their compatibility with their mates, a healthy dose of pheromones, and some animalistic instincts did not necessarily equal love in Zasha’s opinion.”

Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary defines love as:

(1) strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties <maternal love for a child>

(2) : attraction based on sexual desire : affection and tenderness felt by lovers

(3) : affection based on admiration, benevolence, or common interests <love for his old schoolmates>

When I began writing Four-Letter Words, I encountered something that had never happened to me before. I suddenly found myself with a character who fully and unashamedly refused the ideals of love. Once I stopped to research the definition, I began to understand why.

Now, of course, we love our family members. The real question is why. A better question might be how. When did we form this type of affection for our mothers, fathers, sisters, and brothers? Are we born with love coded into our DNA? I’m pretty sure scientist would have discovered that chromosome by now if that were the case. We live together under the same roof with our immediate family for eighteen years, give or take. Is what we mistake for love really just a sense of comfort, safety, and familiarity? I believe not, but again, what is love?

“That wasn’t even the point he was trying to make, though. “Thane, I don’t believe in all this fairy tale, happily-ever-after, true-love-will-find-a-way stuff.” Sighing under his breath, he reached out and cupped Thane’s cheek. “I’m not trying to hurt you, but if you’re waiting for me to fall in love, I’m sorry. It’s not going to happen.”

Thane didn’t appear offended or even upset. In fact, he was smiling from ear to ear. “Why do you want to go with me to hunt the witches?”

“Caring about your happiness, safety, and general well-being does not equate to love.”

If that was really the extent of it, then doctors would be in love with their patients. It was like darkness. People talked about the dark as though it was a physical thing, when in actuality, it was as abstract as any emotion. There was no way to measure the darkness, only the absence of light. There was no way to measure love, either, yet people tried daily to quantify it.”

We can’t measure love. There is no way to quantify or even qualify it. In the second definition, we see that love is compared to affection brought on my sexual attraction, but isn’t that simply lust? Then there is affection based on admiration. However, it stands to reason that it is not love, but simply…admiration.

So, if we can’t measure love, can’t hold it in our hands, taste it on our tongues, or see it wrapped around us like filmy haze, how do we know that it even exists? The very simple answer is faith, the belief in something without tangible proof. More importantly, we feel it. We know the difference between lust, admiration, infatuation, friendship, understanding, sympathy, and love because of this little thing called the human condition.

Love is the most powerful emotion we can feel, even greater than grief or fear. It is the emotion that propels a mother forward into oncoming traffic, sacrificing herself to protect her child. It is love not grief that drives a man to his knees at the death of his wife.

In the end, no matter how we think we feel about the subject, love will always find a way.

“Love is everywhere,” Zasha whispered. “It’s so intricately woven into the very fabric of time that there is no hope of escaping it. I thought love couldn’t be seen, but I see it every time you smile. They say you can’t taste love, yet it still lingers on my tongue.” He paused, pushing up on his elbows to lick at Thane’s lips. “I thought if I couldn’t touch love, it couldn’t be real.” He pressed his hand to Thane’s cheek and caressed the skin with his thumb. “Yet here I am, holding love in the palm of my hand.”

Love endures.

Love never fails.

 INQUIRING MINDS WANT TO KNOW

Q: Thinking back on your first book, is there anything you would have done differently?

I don’t think I would have changed anything. I hope since writing Leap of Faith, my writing abilities and storytelling skills have improved, but as far as the core of the story, I don’t know what I would have done differently.

Q: Has your perspective on the writing process changed since you became published?

Until I was a published author, I don’t think I truly realized how much went into the process. Sure, I knew I had to write the book, and then there would be edits, blurbs, and filling out cover requests. There’s so much more, though. I have a website to maintain. There’s my blog. I try to keep readers updated via Facebook and Twitter. I host contests and guest bloggers. I guest blog with other authors. Last year I attended three conferences, and let me just say that the lead up to those is a job in itself. On an average day, I work approximately fourteen to sixteen hours. Maybe about 20% of that time is spent actually writing.

Q: Do you work best on a deadline, or do you need freedom from time constraints?

I need deadlines, even self-imposed deadlines. Working from home, it’s very easy to become distracted and push things off. Then the next thing I know, it’s been days since I’ve written anything. So, yes, deadlines are a must.

Q: Is there a word or phrase you catch yourself overusing?

Yes, but it varies by book. Sometimes, they’re everyday words like “either.” When I was working on the fifth Gods of Chaos, it was “cowboy.” Then there are other times when the repetition is done purposely because it comes as dialogue and fits with my character’s personality.

Q: How do you know you’ve written a good book?

I have no ego to speak of, but I’m also not the type to think that everything I write sucks. Honestly, though, I don’t have a good answer. “Good” and “bad” are so subjective, so while I’m thinking this is the most awesome thing I’ve ever written, there is a good chance readers will think it’s crap.

So, there you have it. I don’t know if I’ve written a good book until my readers tell me. With that said, I will think I’ve written a good book if I can re-read the story during edits and laugh, cry, and want to strangle my heroes as a reader instead of the creator.

Q: How do you keep your characters and stories organized?

I have about a million character charts. One for each book, and then an all-encompassing chart for every series. There are currently 25 sticky notes on my desktop, a dozen or so post-it notes pasted to the wall over my desk, and six whiteboards hung in various places around the house. It drives my husband crazy. Heehee!

Q: Are you a Swooper (write first, edit later,) a Basher (edit each sentence as you go,) or both?

I’m a Swooper. As horrible as it sounds, 9 times out of 10, I won’t self-edit before submitting my manuscript. Thankfully, my editor is pretty understanding about this, because the truth is, I suck at self-editing, especially when the story is so fresh in my mind. If I put it aside and wait until I receive content edits from my publisher, I can more easily see my mistakes. While I’m writing the story, though, I know what it’s supposed to say, and I have a tendency to read it that way, even if that’s not exactly what went down in the manuscript.

Q: What is the one thing you must have to be able to write?

Quiet and my computer. Now, the last one sounds like a no-brainer, right? My computer is more than just a tool I use to get my words down on “paper,” though. I can brainstorm ideas with another person. Inspiration can hit me at any moment, and I’ll have an idea for a story spin out in my mind within minutes. Nothing—not setting, world building, or characters—ever come fully developed, though.

When I get stuck and I’m not sure how to move the story forward, I can’t take a walk or a shower. I can’t settle down on the sofa and think through my problem. Every time I try, I end up thinking about a dozen other things that have nothing to do with writing. Did I remember to wash my son’s soccer uniform? What am I going to make for dinner? I should probably clean out the bird cage this weekend. Crap, I need to go to the post office. On and on it goes, but it’s never about my story. I have to be sitting in front of my computer with my fingers on the keyboard before the ideas will flow.

Q: Did you have any bad habits when you began writing? How did you correct those habits?

I fully admit that I had an addiction to adverbs when I first began writing. I also had a tendency to overuse endearments. Rhetorical questions were another big, bad habit of mine. It still takes a conscious effort to refrain from using endearments every other paragraph, and it probably always will. The adverbs and rhetorical questions were a little easier to redirect. When I catch myself about to use “quietly,” I stop and decide if there is another way I can describe what’s happening without using that adverb. When I type a rhetorical question in narrative, such as, “Am I really that big of a dick?” I immediately smack myself in the forehead and yell at my character. “Why the hell are you asking the reader? They don’t know!” And then I proceed to change around the wording and sentence structure to convey the same message.

Q: When and where can readers look forward to seeing you this year?

I’ve decided to take the year off from conferences and book signings this year. With ten unfinished series, eight new series planned, and a couple of joint projects in the works, I really just want to focus on my writing for now. I do have a few different things planned for 2014, though. J

Q: Do you prefer to write 1st or 3rd Person POV? Why?

For me, I prefer 3rd person. I don’t need to know what every single character is thinking, but I do like to have at least two sides of the story. As a reader, I enjoy either, but as a writer, I feel more in tune with my characters when I can get into both of their heads. I fully admit there are things I don’t write as well, and 1st person would be one of those things. I need to know my characters, and I don’t feel like I can really understand them without seeing the world through their eyes.

Q: What do you feel are the most important aspects to a good romance?

Trust and physical chemistry. Those are the two driving forces behind any romance. The story starts with a physical attraction that gradually blossoms into something more than, “Wow, you’re hot. Let’s bone.” The romance has no hope of progressing into affection or love without trust, though.

I think one of my characters actually said it best.

“If I can’t trust you with something as simple as keeping your dick in your pants, why in sweet fuck would I give you my heart?” –Detective Chris Sine, Salem Nights 2: Lifeline

Q: Are you always in the driver’s seat? Or do your characters drag you along for the ride?

I never have control. Never. I want my characters to go one way, and they will be bound and determined to go in the opposite direction. I want them to have a sweet, tender moment, and they decide it would be a good time to engage in the battle royal of arguments. I am constantly frustrated with them, but at the same time, at least it never gets boring. Most of the time, I’m just as surprised by what comes out of their mouths as readers are.

Q: What are you currently working on? How is it different from other books you’ve written?

I’m working on a fairly big project that I should have finished this summer, with a release date planned for October. I had hoped to finish it before spring, but well, life happened. It’s darker, grittier, and a little more grab-you-by-the-throat than my other series. It pushes the envelope, but at the end of the day, I think that’s what will make it stand out from the rest.

And just because I’m nice, I’ll give you a little teaser blurb. *wink*

“Born the seventh son of all male siblings, London Montgomery’s very existence could bring about the end of the world. The Devourer is coming. An evil as old as time, hungry for revenge against the warriors who entombed him, the Devourer needs only a piece of London’s soul to bring about the destruction of life as we know it. 

When all but one Guardian mysteriously disappear, only London can find the six warriors lost to time and awaken the sleeping heroes. In a world ravished by plague, famine, war, and evil, these heroes will need more than courage to vanquish their enemy.

Victory will require an act of Uncommon Valor.”

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Welcome Author Anitra Lynn McLeod

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ANITRA LYNN MCLEOD

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Reading, writing, and white-water rafting are the three things Anitra Lynn McLeod enjoys the most. You can visit her at www.AnitraMcLeod.com.

ENSLAVED BY AN OFFICER [SOLD!]

His life would never be the same…

Honor Vengeance took on the task of hunting down the

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illegally enslaved Earthlings because of his firm conviction he would never fall victim to their unique charms. But his mission brings him into repeated contact with humans, and his resistance quickly fades. Worse, there’s one in particular he hungers for.

Carver Tam is on the verge of playing pro football when he’s abducted and sold. Furious that he’s lost everything he’s worked so hard for, he’s not about to surrender to his new master. When he ends up on a world where slaves are worked to death, he has no choice but to lead a rebellion. The last thing he was ever expecting was to be forcibly rescued by an eight-foot-tall, maroon-colored alien officer named Honor Vengeance.

Their attraction is instant and irresistible, but causes devastating consequences. Will their relationship be the last straw that forces the Krase government to cease their mission to rescue the illegally enslaved Earthlings?

STORY EXCERPT

As he got closer to the Krase warrior, Carver couldn’t help but notice how cut his abs were. Whoever he was, he barely had any body fat at all, judging by his belly. And his arms were so big Carver wouldn’t be able to wrap both his hands around them, though he would certainly like to try. Carver was able to get a much better look at him when the wind caught the flowing cut of his cape and blew the beige fabric out behind his body.

Fuck.

That was the only thought that kept repeating in Carver’s head. The Krase warrior was built like a god. With each step closer, Carver wondered if he worked out to look like that or if he came by the ripped physique naturally. Either way, Carver would love to touch him. Just once. Well, maybe twice. There was something so appealing about him, but Carver couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was.

And then he got close enough to see his eyes were red. Not a bloodshot red, but a rich ruby red that had to be normal for his kind. Again, Carver was mesmerized but didn’t quite understand why. He thought of Mac and how he’d looked at him pretty much every day for a year and never felt this kind of pull until that day he’d gotten the good news about the Broncos. Maybe all he was feeling was attraction toward another creature who had a devastating body that looked remarkably human. He was bigger, this Krase warrior, but he was still amazingly human in shape.

“I am Honor Vengeance.”

Carver couldn’t help his automatic response. “Really?”

“That is my name, yes.” Honor removed the lower part of the veil that covered his mouth, revealing very human-looking lips. Carver wondered if his kind kissed and if so what it would feel and taste like to lock lips with this guy. “Are you Carver Tam?”

Carver nodded and slowly removed the lower half of his veil. He wasn’t sure why, but he felt like what they were doing was somehow sexual. Almost as if they were slowly showing themselves to the other in a dance of seduction. Idly, Carver wondered if he removed his pants would Honor follow suit? But then he remembered all he was wearing was the white cloth twisted into something like a loincloth. He was far more exposed than Honor, but he doubted he’d convince the guy to whip out his wang so they could compare.

“I’m here to take you back to Krase.”

“Why?”

There was a brief but noticeable pause in Honor’s answer. “You were illegally sold into slavery.”

Carver felt a wave of relief go through him. Everything he’d left behind he could get back. Mac, the job offer—all of it. He was so grateful he would have cried, but he was simply too dehydrated. “I’m going home?”

Again, another pause, this one much longer. Honor looked down at the ground then up, but he didn’t quite meet Carver’s eyes. “I’m sorry. You simply can’t return to Earth.”

Carver felt as if he’d just suffered repeated blows of the lash. He ached somewhere inside that could never be healed. “I have to go back. I have—you don’t understand what’s waiting for me there.”

Something about Honor’s features seemed to soften. “You have a love there?”

The way he said it gave Carver some hope. Perhaps if Honor thought he was in love he would help him get home. Mac had been the best roommate a guy could want, and after that brief but mind-blowing interlude, Carver was pretty damn sure they were well on the road to something. Maybe not love but maybe so. It was difficult to say after one wickedly hot encounter.

“While I’m sympathetic, there is nothing I can do.” Honor looked over Carver’s shoulder. “I will explain, but not here. Will you come with me?”

Carver shook his head. “I’m not leaving them.”

Honor nodded resolutely, and then a tiny grin lifted up one edge of his mouth. “What if I offered to free them as well as you?”

“You’d do that?”

“I would.”

Carver had never been one to listen to advice. Rather than following the notion of never looking a gift horse in the mouth, he was immediately suspicious, and asked, “Why?”

Welcome Author Tara Rose!

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TARA ROSE

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Tara Rose loves to write about small towns and the quirky people that inhabit them. You’ll find engaging characters, budding romance, intrigue and plenty of hot steamy ménage sex within the pages of her books. You never really know what goes on behind closed doors, but her books will take you there, and leave you panting for more.

When she isn’t writing, Tara spends time with her husband—her real-life hero. She loves to cook, collect antique pottery, and she will read just about anything. Tara also plays the cello, and loves decorating her house for Christmas.

SATISFYING THEIR RACY DESIRES [RACY NIGHTS 4]

Annalise Kerr’s ex-husband used their BDSM play as an

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excuse to cheat on her. She leaves a high-profile job for sleepy Racy Indiana, and gets more than she anticipated when veterinarian Dustin Alexander and Detective Chad Bristol ask her out on the same day. Can Annalise shed her fear of the past and give away her heart, and her submission, to two gorgeous men?

Dustin Alexander’s ex-wife used their BDSM play as an excuse to cheat on him. But Annalise is every fantasy he’s ever had, and he falls hard for her. But will his ex-wife’s return to town ruin his chance at happiness?

Chad Bristol hides behind his tragic childhood and uses his busy career as a Racy Detective as an excuse for not dating. Annalise rocks his world, but can she calm his fears and help him learn to love?

Adult Excerpt

Dozens of doubts flitted through her mind, but when Chad pulled her into his arms and tenderly kissed her cheek, Annalise forgot about them as desire swept through her. She snuggled against his muscled body and closed her eyes, trying to fight against the waves of uncertainly coursing through her. This could easily end in disaster, but it could also be the most erotic night of her entire life.

She pulled out of Chad’s embrace and sat on the edge of the sofa. “We need to talk about this. How is this supposed to work? What happens if I’m with only one of you? Are we talking about taking turns, or it is your intention that all three of us have sex together?”

She almost laughed at the looks on their faces. They were a cross between surprise and confusion. “That’s not what I meant. I know you two aren’t sexually involved with each other. What I mean is, are you saying you want to share me, as in at the same time? And would I still have time with each of you separately if we did that?”

“Well,” said Chad finally, “I can’t speak for Dustin, but I wouldn’t have a problem sharing you with him at the same time.”

Dustin sighed. “I won’t protest that either. But I think the ultimate decision on whether we share you in bed at the same time is up to you, Annalise. Not us.”

“Oh…” She’d never considered something like that before tonight. She had no issues with it, but the situation had simply never presented itself, and so she hadn’t had to deal with it. Did she want that? Yes, she did. But she also wanted her separate time with each man.

“You certainly don’t have to make a decision tonight,” said Dustin. He stood. “In fact, I’ve intruded on your evening with Chad long enough, so I think I’ll just—”

“Don’t go.” Chad cut him off. “I wouldn’t feel right about it. Not after everything we’ve just said to each other.” He cut his gaze to Annalise. “As long as it’s all right with Annalise, I’d like you to stay.”

Annalise bit her lip to hold back the moan. The testosterone level in the room must have risen to ridiculous levels because suddenly her nipples tingled and her clit throbbed. She had no idea what she’d done to deserve these two sexier-than-life men who both wanted her, but she was tired of questioning it. It was obvious they were all right with sharing her in bed. So, why not?

“It’s your decision, Annalise.” Dustin’s voice was calm, but the raging lust in his eyes and the way his jaw muscle twitched gave him away. She’d leave the question of separate time with each man for another day.

Annalise stood up and took off her robe, holding Dustin’s gaze. As it fluttered to the floor, she heard Chad swear under his breath. Without looking at him, she turned and walked toward her bedroom. Her heart was beating so fast she was afraid she’d pass out before she actually reached her bed. Some seduction scene that would turn out to be. She could almost picture herself being carted away in an ambulance with both men racing down the street after it, fighting over who got to see her first in the ER. The scandal would be all over town before noon tomorrow.

She didn’t even make it into the room before strong arms encircled her from behind, and she breathed in Chad’s clean musky scent. “Are you sure about this, sweetheart?” he whispered, nuzzling her neck. His erection pressed against her bare ass, and even through his boxers it forced a moan from her throat.

“Yes,” she said, leaning into his embrace. “Absolutely certain.”

Chad picked her up and dumped her unceremoniously onto the bed as Annalise giggled. He tore off his boxers and covered her body, kissing her roughly. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and watched over his shoulder as Dustin shed his clothes in what had to be record time. His cock sprang out, thick, red, and ready. Annalise moaned into Chad’s open mouth and reached out for Dustin with one hand.

Dustin moved next to her and Chad on the bed and stroked her hair, gazing into her eyes with the most intense lust she’d ever seen. Chad moved from her mouth to her nipples, grazing his teeth over one then the other.

INQUIRING MINDS WANT TO KNOW

Q: If you could spend a day with one of your characters, who would it be and why?

Kari Tye and Alexa Monahan, the heroines from Winning Her Racy Heart (Kari) and Claiming Their Racy Sub (Alexa). They own and operate Racy’s only sex shop, and they’re simply cool, kick-ass heroines who would be a blast to hang out with.

Q: What do you feel is the hardest part of the writing process?

Having time to write!

Q: How do you keep your characters and stories organized?

I have a master Word doc with everything about the series, from which businesses are on what streets to who used to live where, and with whom. Then I have a Word doc for each book in the series that goes into detail about the heroine and each hero, and lists the characters introduced in that particular book. This document also contains the timeline for that particular book.

Q: What is the one thing you must have to be able to write?

My music. I can write in absolute silence as well, but usually do better with my playlists in the background.

Q: What are you currently working on? How is it different from other books you’ve written?

I’m working on the books for the Seduction Ridge series. They, too, will be MFM ménage, contemporary, BDSM, but Seduction Ridge has a different feel to it than Racy.

Q:What advice would you give an aspiring author about the ins and outs of the industry?

Learn your craft, respect those who have been there and done that already and learn from them, and never be afraid to ask questions. It shows you care about this industry and about making your writing be the best it can be. Promo does not mean you spam others, and it does not mean you jump on someone else’s Facebook post or tweet to pitch your own work. The best thing you can do to attract the attention of readers is to write a great book, and then keep writing them.

Q: When is your favorite time of day to write?

Early morning when I’m fresh and awake, but because I work a full time job I have to sneak in writing when I can.

Q: When and where can readers look forward to seeing you this year?

The Seduction Ridge series as well as the Racy Nights series will continue, and I plan to start a third series as well.