Neala Comyn, wife of a powerful laird, wants to end the pain and suffering of an abusive marriage. She is a woman without hope, believing God has forsaken her. When she is kidnapped by a rival laird who claims to be a god himself, her faith is further shaken. Could Lucan Munro be the salvation she has prayed for? Or will her sins condemn her to eternal damnation? Lucan Munro, has the power of a Celtic god. He can conjure his heart’s desire from thin air. But can he save the woman he loves from a demon hell-bent on claiming her soul?
ExcerptFrom his vantage spot he saw her tiny bare feet touch the floor next to the bed. He crawled backwards in the opposite direction. She rushed across to the table beneath the window and began an onslaught of such proportions, he wondered again where she found the strength. He opened his mouth to speak, but thinking better of it, clamped it shut again. She appeared completely without reason, lost in her heated rampage. Perhaps it was best to let her calm down on her own. “Ye gorbellied,” she threw the box containing his seal, “toad-spotted,” then the ink vial, “malt worm!” ending with the empty food tray that crashed against the tub only a breath away from his head. Lucan had had enough. He was laird of the mighty clan Munro. He was not about to let some slip of a lass make him cower in his own chamber. He rose from his hiding place wrapping the plaid around his waist as he did so. “Now see here -” They both jumped when the door burst open. Lucan turned to see Evie standing at the threshold, her mouth open wide in surprise. “Get out,” he bellowed at her. The maid barely had the door closed before the clay pitcher Neala had been about to throw at him crashed against it, shattering to pieces. He took the opportunity of her distraction to close the distance between them. He wrapped his arms around her, trapping hers against her body. She struggled like a cat who’d fallen into the burn, cussing and spitting insults at him that would rival the most battle-hardened soldier. “Where did ye learn such language?” Lucan fought to control her, ignoring the effect her squirming against him was having on every inch of his body. He had not been with a woman since well before he had brought Neala here, and his cock responded eagerly to the pressure against it. He fought the sensation, recognizing the debauchery in being aroused by a woman so obviously without her wits. He twisted away, clenching his thighs and trying to fill his mind with thoughts of his long-dead mother, the repairs that need to be done to the kitchens, his prized mare that was on the verge of birthing a new foal. Anything to take his mind off the increasing hardening of his body. If only she would stop writhing against him. He fairly growled when she deliberately pressed her thigh against his groin. He tried to shield himself, turning his body at an angle, but it was no use. “What’s yer pleasure t’night, m’laird? D’ye want me to fight ye?” She pressed harder, painfully against him. “D’ye want me to play the whore?” She reached between them and boldly grasped his erection in her hand, squeezing it through his plaid and glaring up at him with the look of the devil. “Is this what ye want?” Lucan clamped his teeth together, grinding them until an ache developed in his jaw. He would have thought her a strumpet of some renown if not for the tear that trickled from the corner of her eye and slid down her cheek. His grip around her waist softened. He reached one hand up to her face, wiping the single tear away with the pad of his thumb. The gesture only brought more tears. His heart ripped in half. “Why did ye save me?” Her cracked voice was barely more than a whisper. “Another month and I would have been dead.” She closed her eyes and went limp in his arms. BUY LINKS Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1R58pct Amazon UK: http://bit.ly/1URdf3b iTunes: http://apple.co/1QKpMjE Nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/lucan-bambi-lynn/1123276725?ean=2940152787108 Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/lucan-2
Tanis: Gods of the Highlands Series Book 3Tanis Cleary, laird of a small Highland clan, wants to protect what’s left of his family from the pagan god who hunts them. But even with his colossal strength, fed by the unholy blood in his veins, he cannot do it alone. His only ally is an insatiable angel with a chip on her shoulder. Will he desert his clan to follow the only woman who can save him from eternal damnation? Kiah is an angel of God, tasked with guarding one of His most sacred vessels. Like any woman desperate to win her Father’s approval, Kiah will stop at nothing to succeed in her mission. Distracted by the lure of a man more compelling than any other, Kiah soon finds herself battling the fires of hell, her very existence in jeopardy.
ExcerptWhen Tanis spoke, Kiah let his voice wash over her. She nearly wept, so great was her yearning to feel the vibration of its rich tone, accented with the lilt common among these Highlanders. The only other time she had heard him speak, he had been bellowing at her. She could imagine what he would sound like speaking of love play in that sultry voice, whispering her name, expressing his pleasure. When the others left, Tanis stayed behind. He walked back to stand by the bed, his expression unreadable as he stared down at the woman ensconced there. He was the finest example of man Kiah had ever seen. Tall and broad-shouldered, his body was sculpted from years of fighting and living, and from the influence of pagan blood in his ancestry. He wore his raven-colored hair long and wild. He had rich brown eyes, windows to his spirit she longed to stare into. He was the kind of man who did everything with a fierceness that made one long to feed on that essence. He was irresistible. And dangerous. He had an allure that called to her, despite better judgment. He was proud and arrogant, every bit her equal. She grudgingly admitted that Tanis was not as weak as most humans. She recognized that. He was the kind of man Kiah avoided. I ken yer spirit, lass. Kiah drew up when he spoke directly to her. Have ye come to sate yer desire for me? She was as tempted as if Lucifer himself was standing there. Her wings twitched, anticipating her transformation. But she resisted, easier for her than these weak humans. Do ye have sin on yer mind? The urge was almost more than she could hold back. She reminded herself of her recent failure. She was in enough trouble. Perhaps ye are afraid of me? ’Tis no surprise. Most lasses flee in fear after just a few days in my bed. Why should ye be any different? She could only resist so much. She drifted around the bed and pressed against him. He was tall and wide. She imagined herself in human form, laying her head against that broad back, wrapping her arms around him. Show yourself and learn the true meaning of sin. Kiah moved away from him, prepared to change into her human form and give in to temptation. BUY LINKS Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1QFuKBL Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1QFuKBL iTunes: http://apple.co/1URd0oD Nook: http://bit.ly/1LcdAeA Kobo: http://bit.ly/1URdf3b
Sirona: Gods of the Highlands Series Book 2She has the power to heal his body, but can she heal his soul? Sirona Cleary tries to hide her unholy healing powers from everyone around her, denying her divine heritage even as she saves those who would see her punished. When she is kidnapped by a rival clan, she is sure her execution is near. Rhain Comyn is dying from a mysterious disease, and he couldn't be happier about it. After the atrocities he has committed, Rhain believes he has no right to a decent life and welcomes the ailment that leaves him with unquenchable thirst and hunger, extreme fatigue, blurred vision and ultimately drives him into a deep slumber from which no healer can awaken him. Can a witch from the clan of his enemy save him? Buy Sirona: Amazon: http://amzn.to/1KhwJY2 Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/24PwYEA iTunes: http://apple.co/1M5COpV Nook: http://bit.ly/1R6nlxc Kobo: http://bit.ly/1Syerry
ExcerptAlone with her patient, Sirona relaxed a little. She crept closer to the bed and leaned over him. Rhain Comyn was by far the handsomest man she had ever seen. Long, thick lashes, dark as soot, laid against cheekbones made more prominent by whatever ailed him. She wondered if behind that facade, softened in slumber, was a cruel bully, equally revolting as his brothers. Without remorse she realized that if Fergus were lying there instead of Rhain, she would not hesitate to let him die. She was already damned to Hell, was she not? Everything about her existence went against God. Saint Peter would never allow such an abomination past the gate. She tried to deny the powers that marked her a pagan, in the hopes He would not punish her for her tainted blood. But in the end, she could no more ignore her gift than she could refuse breathing. What if she defied God and saved this man, only to discover he was the spawn of another sort, evil and deviant, and she had unleashed him on the world? Was it worth the risk for the promise that she would be returned to her home? Could she trust that promise? Sirona eased down on the bed. She took one of his gaunt hands in both of hers. Warmth spread through her at the touch. Her heart clenched at the possibility she could not save him. She closed her eyes and let her thoughts fall away, focusing all her energy on the sensation of his skin against hers. His hand was limp in hers, cold and frail. She sensed his longing for death, born of a sorrow so deep it seeped into his bones. Tears clogged her throat as she was overcome with profound despair. What had happened to him to cause such anguish and torment, such hopelessness? She tried to recall what little she knew of the clan. The Munro had been feuding with them for generations, but it wasn’t until the laird, Gregor Munro, had been killed, that the hatred and fighting had escalated. Now there were skirmishes every few months. Comyn men were renowned for their ruthless brutality. Legend stated they came out of the womb filled with bloodlust and savagery. Comyn women seldom survived childbirth. The laird’s own sons had been born to three different wives. Despite the frailty of their women, the boys grew strong and healthy, populating the clan with a merciless fighting force. Their only weakness was their small number. Rhain, the youngest of the laird’s sons, was rumored to be the most ruthless of them all. He had hired himself out as a mercenary, it was said because there weren’t enough Munros to quench his thirst for blood. Sirona shuddered and opened her eyes. Her heart tripped when she found him staring at the rafters over the bed. She dropped his hand as if it burned and shot to her feet. She took several deep breaths as she watched him. When he did not move, indeed he did not even blink, she inched closer. “Can you hear me?” she whispered. No reaction. She pressed the backs of her fingers against his cheek. No fever. With one finger beneath his chin, she gently turned his face toward her until she was in his line of vision. She stared into rich brown eyes, windows to a deep, dark abyss that promised endless suffering. “Rhain?” His eyes focused on hers when she whispered his name. “I’m here to help. Can ye speak to me?” His eyes wavered back and forth between hers. “D’ye want something to drink?” She surveyed the room for the first time. Near the hearth stood a table, laden with food and drink. She crossed to it and poured a cup of water from a flagon. Returning to the bed, she sat next to him and slid her free arm beneath his shoulders. With her help, he sat up enough to the drink from the cup she held for him. When he’d drained it, he fell back, what little strength he had depleted from the exertion. Sirona cradled him against her. She brushed silky locks from his face and spoke to him in a soothing voice. “I need you to tell me what you feel. Do ye ache?” He was weak, but did not seem to be in any pain. She cast relief over him just the same. “Can ye speak to me?” she asked again. He seemed to be trying to say something, but his voice was so faint, she had to lean close to hear him. His breath was warm on her ear, but sent a cold shiver down her spine. “Let-me-die.”
Camulus: Gods of the Highlands Series Book 1Camulus Vass wants a simple life, absent the power and responsibility that can consume a man. But being laird of a clan as large as the Munro does not offer such luxury. Always under the domineering heel of his uncle, Cam has allowed himself to become a pawn. But the arrival of a mysterious newcomer awakens a beast within him that will not be tamed. Màili has been given the task of rooting out the spawn of an ancient god. It’s the only way to take her revenge against the man who betrayed her. But getting what she wants means taking the life of the man she loves. Will her hunger for a mortal man wreak further havoc on her already bleak future? FIRST KISS: Cam pulled the linen from his shaggy, ebony mane and locked his rich brown eyes, glistening with excitement, on hers. He stepped out of the tub, dropping the linen to the floor. "Come to me, woman." Cam wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. He claimed her mouth with his, prying her lips open and invading her with the sweetest tasting tongue she had ever known. Màili lost herself in that kiss. The power of it sent jolts of pleasure to every pore in her body. She tingled all over, her senses melding until she could no longer remember anything other than the man before her. She kissed him back with all the self–pity of a woman who had been betrayed by love and yearned to get even a piece of herself back. The power of her desire for Cam surprised her. Màili was certainly no stranger to the ways of men and women. She had learned a lot over the centuries. This was the first time she had found anyone she thought could teach her anything. A nagging possibility tickled the edge of her thoughts, but she pushed it aside. Màili dragged her mouth from his, nibbling along his jaw and across the pulse at his throat. With her hands on his chest, she urged him back toward the bed all the while trailing her lips, her tongue down his body. He tasted like nectar and all Màili could think of was more, more, more.
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Title: Luca: You Will Be Mine
Authors: Jaimie Roberts
Genre: Adult Fiction, Erotica, Romantic Comedy
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Murderous thoughts. That is what I had once Isabella walked through the door and revealed to me who she was. I needed an escape. An escape from my thoughts, an escape from the hurt... an escape from... him.
I was a broken woman, but I was never going to break my resolve. I grew up being a fighter, because I had to. No man could ever bring me down... Not even Luca.
But, I had to admit, I never thought my heart would break as much as it did that day. Of course, I fled, but I was a fool to think he would ever let me go. He always told me I was his... no matter what the cost. He was determined to keep me, regardless of the lengths he had to go to reach his goal. He was like a moth to my flame, a tattoo carved into my heart. I could never escape his pull.
I may have evaded him, but I knew it was just a matter of time. However, once he did catch up with me nothing could have prepared us for what happened next.
GET TO KNOW YOU INTERVIEW
Tell us is there anything about you that people don't already know?
I love shoes. My husband calls me a centipede.
Roughly 11 years ago I met my sister for the very first time. The reunion was a rather emotional, but fulfilling one.
Your books are so emotional. How long does it take for you to be able to get the characters out of your mind and move on to the next?
Sometimes it's hard to get your head out of a book once it's finished. Deviant actually made me ill. My blood pressure went down so much that I almost fainted at work once. Not nice. :( In the end I had to take a deep breath and move onto the next project. I like to build scenes up in my head before I start writing them down. It makes it easier to flow that way.
Are the names of the characters in your novels important?
Sometimes the hardest part of writing a book is choosing the character's names. I think they're important because a good, strong name can have an inpact on the way you feel about the character. That's what I feel, anyway.
What are the most important attributes to remaining sane as a writer?
Coffee, sweets, and wine. Did I mention wine?
What is the most demeaning thing said about you as a writer?
I tend not to dwell on the bad things that are said. Luckily, I haven't had anything too bad that it has stuck with me. I count myself extremely lucky to have met some wonderful readers out there. I welcome reviews good and bad, and also welcome any people who have reviewed my books negatively to contact me. I seriously don't bite... well, not that much. ;)
How do you react to a bad review of one of your books?
If they're constructive, I welcome them. I once had a reviewer rate a book of mine 3 stars and emailed me to apologise. I had read the review and told her there was nothing to apolgise for. The review was constructive and well thought out. It's these reviews that aid me in becoming a better writer. It's the "Bash the Author" reviews I get upset about. There's just no need for it.
What was the hardest part of writing your book?
Maintaining a flow. Sometimes I will sit there and my mind goes completely blank. I hate it when that happens. :( The other part is writing scenes and then looking back on them thinking, are people going to get bored reading this?
Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?
That I can write emotionally difficult scenes. In Luca 2, something happens to Clara that hit a nerve with me. I cried writing it, and then cried reading it over again. I didn't enjoy it, but if other people have the same emotions that I did then at least I know I have done the best I could regarding that scene.
Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?
I suppose only that in life you have to be grateful for the things that you have. Sometimes bad things can happen, but when it does you have to think to yourself that there are people in a much worse situation than me.
Have you ever read or seen yourself as a character in a book or a movie?
Not really. I have read and watched characters in a movie and thought, I wish I could be like her.
I love the covers. What made you choose them? What gave you the idea?
I went hunting for a hot Italian model. I found one and asked my designer if she could work her magic. I explained that having the castle somewhere on the cover was important, as it was important to my character.
Who designs your covers?
I don't think I want to tell you because I want to keep her to myself! ;) Only joking... Well, maybe just a little bit.
Kellie Dennis from Book Cover by Design. She's awesome!
Describe in 5 words, your writing:
Drama, dark, angst, romantic and erotic.
When you were a child what did you want to be when you grew up?
A managing director of a crisp factory.
Only joking. Funnily enough I wanted to be a writer. I used to write poetry when I was 17. I even had a story of a young girl that moves from the country to London and works for an older CEO. Romance blooms, of course. In the end I never started it.
What do you use to write your book?
A lot of imagination. I think it's imperative when starting a new project. I start the kettle for my coffee or tea, fire up my laptop, and start tapping away.
Do you listen to music while you writing or reading?
Once in a blue moon I may put some music on just to have some background noise. Mostly, though I like peace and quiet whilst I'm writing.
Tell us your latest news?
I'm currently writing another stalker book called Scars. I'm quite excited about this one.
What book are you reading now?
I read Grey recently, so now I'm on Fifty Shades Darker.
Do you have a nickname?
Not really. My husband calls me James, which I find quite sweet. I just think of it as a shortened version of Jaimie.
What are your pet peeves?
I can be a little OCD about certain things. Toilet paper being put on the holder correctly, for one. ;) The others are opened cupboard doors or drawers. I hate that! I also can't understand how many socks we go through as a family. I seriously put on about ten pairs every time I do a wash, lol. Considering I have to do a wash at least twice a week, that's a lot of socks.
I'll shut up now.
Do you ever write naked?
Lol, I think my hubby would like me to, but no.
What is your favourite Starbuckâs/coffee shop drink?
I don't have a Starbucks where I live. :( Normally I have my coffee black.
What's your favourite fruit?
Strawberries... preferably dipped in melted chocolate. Hmm...
What's your favourite tv show?
What's your favourite genre?
One of your favourite quotes
The enemy of my enemy is my friend
Do you enjoy giving interviews?
I'm enjoying this one, so yes. :
Five Fun Facts:
I'm a bitch
I'm a lover
I'm a child
I'm a mother
I'm a sinner
I'm a saint
Oh wait, that's 6! Actually, you can scrap bitch. I'm not really a bitch. My husband may disagree with me at times on that, though. ;)
Thank you so much for taking part. We can't wait to read more work from you.
LUCA (YOU WILL BE MINE) EXCERPT
Picking up some random chick from my club, I took her to one of my many apartments. This one was reserved for one thing and one thing only: fucking.
She was brunette, curvaceous, and had the most gorgeous tits Iâd ever seen â¦ But that wasnât why Iâd brought her here. I brought her here because I wanted to prove a point. Today was the day I laid eyes on the most beautiful angel I had ever seen. It was only a picture, but I couldnât get her image out of my damn fucking head.
Watching this woman strip in front of me should have been a turn-on, but she did nothing for meânot even a twitch.
âHmm, Luca, youâre so sexy. Let me take care of you.â
Hovering over my cock, whoever she was started licking and sucking me hard. I was going to push her away and tell her to fuck off, but then I closed my eyes, and the image of that girl came into my head. Clara.
Holding onto that image, I began to grow hard inside her mouth. Imagining it was Clara made my dick stiffer than it had ever been.
Random Chick moaned her appreciation as she sucked harder. I should have fucking loved this, but all I could think about was her.
Grabbing a condom from my bedside table, I pushed this girl off of my cock. I still wanted to prove a point. I had always loved sex. If I could just feel this random womanâs pussy, then I was sure I could forget her.
I placed the condom on my cock and hissed when I felt the urge to fuck her raw. âFucking sit on meânow.â
Smiling, she did as she was told and started riding me hard. I closed my eyes again, and straight away, my mind went back to Clara.
Why canât I get her out of my fucking head?
This womanâs body was perfection, and yet she was doing absolutely nothing for me. I tried grabbing her hips and gaining control as I pulled her down on top of me. Nothingânot a damn thing. She may as well have been jumping on top of my stomach instead of my cock.
It wasnât long, though, before her moans of pleasure echoed around the room. I knew her orgasm was coming quickly as she sped faster and moaned louder than ever before. Once her spasms died down, I shoved her off of my cock.
âLuca, what the fuck? Baby, youâre so fucking good. Let me make you come now. I can suck you again if you want?â
Shaking my head, I just wanted her out. âNo. Just leave.â
âNo buts. Get the fuck out!â
Grabbing her things, she stomped across the room and quickly got dressed. âArsehole!â she shouted before slamming the door.
Fucking hell! What was wrong with me? This Clara seems to have possessed me. No other woman has ever possessed me like this woman has. Her picture practically screamed at me to touch her â¦ to feel her â¦ to caress her.
Still lying on my bedâand still hard as fuck with this condom on meâI started to touch myself. I closed my eyes, and again, straight away, her image came into my head.
I pictured myself taking her and making her mine. The thought made my dick come to life like never before. My movements became faster and my breathing heavier as I imagined thrusting myself inside this woman I hadnât even met â¦ yet. It wasnât long before I felt it: that blissful intensity permeating my whole body. That feeling which was like no other, radiating through me as I hurried to find my release.
Seeing her through my closed eyes, I started pounding faster and harder. A sound escaped my lips as I jerked and bucked underneath my hand, thrusting my release as hard as I could into the condom.
What the fuck was wrong with me? Why couldnât I get her out of my fucking head?
After my breathing calmed, I took the condom off and went to have a shower. Feeling the warmth hit my skin, I closed my eyes again, and again her image filled my head.
Slamming the wall with my fists, I came to a sudden conclusion. It was something Iâd always known I was going to doâdeep downâfrom the moment I saw that fucking picture.
Thatâs why you offered Trudy a way out, you silly fuck. You knew then that you had to have her.
I turned the shower off and grabbed my towel. The decision had been made. I was going to go to Clara Murphy, but first I wanted to see just how tough she really was.
With my mind made up, I smiled; excitement was growing with every thought which passed through my head. I was going to go to Clara Murphy and sort out this little obsession of mine once and for all. I knew all I had to do was see her and my mind would be made up for me. I would either fuck her until she was out of my systemâor I would make her mine.
Getting dressed and ready to leave, I already knew in my subconscious what the answer was going to be.
Iâm coming to get you, Clara Murphy. So, you had better be ready for me. You will be mine, and there isnât a damn fucking thing you can do to stop me.
LUCA (BECAUSE YOU'RE MINE) EXCERPT
âSo, Giovanni, do you live in Sicily?â I thought it best to change the subject. Even I felt we had entered into a pornographic movie all of a sudden.
Giovanniâs reluctant gaze pulled away from Natalie and returned to me. âYes. I run things there. I did spend a lot of time in England, though. I studied here before moving back several years ago. Luca was always set to run things when he was older, but when he left, it was up to me.â
I frowned. âWere you okay with that?â
Giovanni looked at Luca with a playful smile. âIâm comfortable with the fact that Iâve done a much better job than Luca could ever do.â
Luca suddenly growled. âAs I said before, youâre not family enough to prevent me from shoving your own balls down your throat.â
I waved my hand in front of him. âJust ignore him, Giovanni. I do.â
I felt Luca stiffen beside me. âIâm warning you. You know what happens when you try to go against me.â
I looked up at Luca and smirked. âOooh. Iâm shaking.â
Alessandro suddenly started laughing, making Luca angry. âWhat the fuck are you laughing at?â Alessandro quickly shut his mouth, earning him a dirty look from Luca.
I slid off my stool and watched as Luca watched me. âWhere are you going?â
I moved past him and started walking. âIâm going to get a wash, and then Iâm going to get my local masseuse, Philippe, to give me a massage. I think I need to relax.â I smiled inside, knowing that hearing his name would make Lucaâs hackles rise. I wasnât going to mention that Philippe was gay. Well, not just yet anyway.
âWho the fuck is Philippe?â
I walked forward a little. âI already told you. He massages my troubles away from time to time.â
Lucaâs nostrils flared. âWhen was the last time he touched you?â
I placed my finger on my lip and pretended to ponder this for a second. âHmmâ¦ I think it was two weeks ago.â
Luca looked really mad. âTwo weeks ago, another man had his hands on you?â
I nodded. âYeah, I think thatâs about right. Heâs very good.â
âWhere does this fucker live?â
I suddenly laughed. âStop being a baby. Itâs his job.â
He stepped forward again. âHeâs not touching you again. Iâll find him and chop his fucking hands off.â
I moved my finger back and forth tutting as I stepped back. âOooh, tetchy, Mr. Belatoni.â
Luca suddenly smiled. âYouâre joking with me, arenât you?â
âAre these two normally like this?â Everyone laughed at Giovanniâs question.
âAll the time,â Tony piped. âItâs their prelude to sex.â
I raised my eyebrow to Luca in challenge. I was always ready for sex with him, but when he got possessive and angry like this, it just made the fires rage even more. This was my control over him. âIâm all dirty, Luca. I need to get very naked and very wet.â I pierced him with a heated stare, and my heart rate picked up a notch as he growled in my direction.
I took tentative steps back, but kept my gaze on Luca. All these hot men and Italian accents weregetting the better of me.
As my steps took me out into the hallway, Luca suddenly placed his phone in Tonyâs hand. âHold my calls, Tony. Iâm going to fuck-love my woman.â
Title: Luca (You Will Be Mine)
Author: Jaimie Roberts
Genre: Suspenseful Erotica
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be held hostage by an Italian stallion?
My name is Clara, and I am part-owner of a brothel called âThe Castle.â My empire is my home which Iâve worked hard to build a life from. A future. But one day, the infamous Luca Belatoni stepped into my office and demanded that I pay him protection money.
Of course, I refused.
Of course, he wouldnât take no for an answer.
Now he is in my castleâholding me hostage. Trying to control my mind in business and my body in bed. Neither of which I will allow. No matter how much his caramel eyes and Italian words of love puncture my hardened heart.
Because this man is a force to be reckoned with.
And while I am not frightened for my life,
I am definitely frightened for my heart.
If you donât like dominating, overbearing arseholes, please do not read.
If you donât like jealous and possessive men, please do not read.
If you do like all of the above, then please read.
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Jaimie Roberts was born in London, but moved to Gibraltar in 2001. She is married with two sons, and in her spare time, she writes.
In June 2013, Jaimie published her first book, Take a Breath, with the second released in November 2013. With the reviews, Jaimie took time out to read and learn how to become a better writer.
She gets tremendous enjoyment out of writing, and even more so from the feedback she receives.
Title: Forbidden Rose (Wildflowers, #2)
Author: Vivian Winslow
Publication Date: February 29, 2016
Genre: New-adult contemporary romance - *Can be read as a STANDALONE*
BlurbRosa Cruz, the fiery and ultra-sexy heiress of the Mama Linda Latin foods empire, is determined to create something on her own and not rely solely on her family's name and legacy. For her new upscale restaurant in the trendy Wynwood neighborhood of Miami, she enlists the help of her childhood friend, the hot, young Cuban-American chef, Eliseo Perez, who's already made a name for himself on the New York culinary scene. Despite Rosa's reservations about a forbidden workplace romance with her new employee, not to mention longtime friend, the chemistry between them is undeniable. When the cooking starts, things quickly heat up in the kitchen and the bedroom. But with Eliseo's troubled past coming back to haunt him, can Rosa and Eliseo hold onto love and keep the restaurant from going up in flames?
ExcerptRosa pushes Eliseo onto his back and begins to mark him with her nails and teeth. She loves that he likes when she’s rough with him, and every mutual bite makes her wetter. He can’t keep his lips off of her, even when she’s down over his tight stomach. He pulls her arms up and sucks on each of her fingers, forcing her to stop when she feels a tug at her core. Desire drips out of Rosa and sticks to her thighs. She loves the feeling of want. It’s delicious torture to have him so available to her but to deny herself, even for a short time. He bucks his hips reflexively, needing to be inside her. Rosa runs her tongue over her top lip and smiles before moving her warm, wet tongue over his cock. Eliseo hisses as she takes him into her mouth. He loves when she goes down on him. There’s nothing sexier to him than a woman who’s unafraid of her sexuality and strong enough to express it. Eliseo lies back and closes his eyes, shutting out the fact that this will not be his reality much longer. He knows Rosa’s right, but it kills him to acknowledge it. He’s always known he has the capacity to be as self-centered as his mother, doing whatever feels right at the moment. Keeping Rosa to himself is what he wants, but he will hurt her if he tries and she’s not ready. Neither one of them were ready for the other. It’s as if the universe had brought them together just to show them the potential of what could be and nothing more. He groans as Rosa takes him deeper, swallowing and then opening her throat more to accommodate him. She’s one of the most generous lovers he’s ever had. But love does that. It compels you to want to give more of yourself than you’d imagined possible. Eliseo had tried to do the same for Rosa. To give her everything he could. Yet, if he were entirely honest with himself, he would have admitted to himself earlier that it wasn’t enough. Perhaps one day he can prove that he’s no longer burdened by the weight of his emotional baggage. Until then, he’ll show his love to her every way he can. She digs her nails into his chest as she continues to suck his cock, his hips moving in rhythm. Saliva drips down around her mouth and his shaft as she licks him up and down, tickling the underside with the tip of her tongue. The noise out of his mouth is unintelligible. Rosa laughs and nearly chokes as she goes back down on him. Eliseo smiles down at Rosa, loving how easy and fun sex is with her. Rosa grasps the base of his cock and pumps her hand up and down along with her mouth. Eliseo lies back, relishing this moment with her. He runs his hand over her head and presses down once, signaling he’s almost ready to come. She picks up her pace, wanting nothing more than this with him. Of course they have all night, there’s time for everything else. Right now, this is for him. Eliseo moans loudly as he explodes into her mouth. Rosa takes it all, swallowing everything he has to give her. Without missing a beat, Eliseo pulls Rosa to him, his lips conveying a gratitude for all she’s given him. Rosa sits up and straddles his chest, gazing down at him with a look he’d seen before and had taken it for wonder. But now he recognizes it as love. It pains him to think someone else might inspire the same look, the same feelings in Rosa. Maybe she’ll come back to me before that happens. His hands don’t stop moving over her curves, from her ass to her waist and up to her breasts. Her beauty fascinates him because he wasn’t drawn to her for the prettiness of her face or the long, thick wavy hair that is the envy of so many. Granted she has the body he’s always found most desirable—the curvaceous ass, strong legs, small waist and the most delectable tits—yet it occurs to him in this moment that not once were those the features that made her attractive to him. As he summons the memory of seeing her for the first time after so many years, all that he can recall is how being with her made him feel. Her laughter, her smile, her touch meant more than the physicality of her being. It was as if all of her qualities shaped her perceived beauty more than her actual looks. Blossoming Flower (Wildflowers, #1) Amazon US | Amazon UK In the wake of the collapse of her father’s business empire, Flor, the gorgeous twenty-one year-old daughter of disgraced former Brazillionaire Gustavo de Lima, is forced to forge her own path in life. Flor decides that none of it—the private jets, the vacation homes and the luxury cars—were real. Or at least they really didn’t matter. The only thing that’s real for Flor is her love of horses and her desire to go to veterinary school. Heading into her final year of college, Flor seeks out the help of an unlikely benefactor to secure a summer internship working with horses. Arriving at the secluded Belo Horizonte ranch, Flor is awed not only by the majestic beauty of the place, but also by handsome cowboy and skilled horse trainer, Collin Taylor. Yet nothing is quite as it appears on the surface. When the hidden past is revealed, will love end up blossoming for Flor?
About the AuthorVivian Winslow was born and raised in Southern California. Before becoming a writer, she made a career out of moving around the world every couple of years thanks to her husband’s job and her incurable wanderlust. She currently lives in New York City with her husband and two elementary school age children, and is grateful to finally have a place to call home for more than two years. New York is the perfect city to indulge her love of fashion, the arts and especially food. If she’s not at home writing or running around the city with her kids, you’ll most likely find her eating at the newest restaurant in her beloved Lower East Side or having a cocktail at her favorite bar in Alphabet City. That said, she’s still a California girl at heart and would gladly trade in her heels for a pair of flip-flops to catch a sunset on the beach.
WICKED DIX by Monica James
Book 2 in A HARD LOVE ROMANCE
Release date : March 24th 2016
I’ve always been a bad boy, with a very wicked reputation.
But then I met Madison – sweet, vulnerable, innocent Madison. She makes me feel as if there is hope for me. As if I could be a good man. I need her more than I need air to breathe.
There’s just one problem: Juliet. She’s a temptress who won’t take no for an answer. If I resist her, she’ll use our dirty secret to ruin everything with Madison.
I don’t want to lose Madison, but can I really change?
This is my chance to prove that I can. But it’s going to be one hell of a ride.
Are you ready?
Seriously sexy and totally addictive, Wicked Dix is the second in the Hard Love Romance series. Find out how it all began…Dirty Dix OUT NOW.
Book 1: DIRTY DIX
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