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Friday, March 31, 2017

Are they both betraying him? How will he learn the truth? BETRAYAL AND DECEPTION by @AuthorMackenzie #BDSM





Morgan White is thrilled that her relationship with her boss, Connor Slade, is getting stronger outside of the office. However, she is still waiting to hear those three magic words: "I love you". Connor just can't bring himself to say them. At least, not yet.

Their lives get complicated when Connor is involved in an accident. While he's recovering, Morgan takes on the responsibility to entertain Connor's college buddy, Max, who is in town for a few days.

Connor soon learns that something happened between Max and Morgan. They each blame the other person, and Connor is torn between believing his old friend or his new girl. Why would either of them lie to him? Are they both betraying him? How will he learn the truth?


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Connor's hand trembled against Morgan's back as he felt his climax building closer and closer.  He loved watching her head bobbing up and down in his lap.  Why was it such an attractive scene against his steering wheel?
He groaned in a low tone as she slurped him toward the back of her mouth.  If he didn't stop this soon, he was going to shoot his cum straight down her throat.  Connor's breathing was ragged as he moved his hand to her shoulder.
"Morgan … Ms. White."  He liked addressing her in a proper manner.  It somehow made everything seem dirtier.  What did that say about him?  He didn't care.
She hummed beautifully around his cock in a "what?" kind of way.  Morgan didn't pull her mouth off him right away.  She licked his dick a few more times, causing him to shiver.  He gripped her shoulder a bit harsher and she finally brought her face off him.
Morgan gave him an innocent smile which had his cock twitching.  "Yes?"
Connor flexed his hands.  He was overly anxious to get inside her, but he felt as if he needed to slow down or else it would be too rough.  In this cold, sterile environment, he needed to be a bit softer.  When he took her home later, on his soft bed, he would take her as rough as he wanted to.
He leaned in swiftly and kissed her.  Her lips and surrounding face were wet from his blowjob.  Connor kissed her hard and fast.  Morgan whimpered into him as he reached up to her tits.  He massaged one as he worked his lips over hers.
When he finally leaned back from her, he didn't speak.  Connor reached for his car door and opened it forcefully.  It almost got away from him as he hastily climbed out.  Morgan gasped in the car.  Didn't think I was serious, huh?
He shifted his slacks, hiding his stiff dick as he walked around the back of his Lexus.  When he reached her door, Morgan was staring up at him with her pretty mouth popped open.  A smirk lifted his lips.  Mine.  You believe that now, Morgan?
He opened her door and she didn't move.  "I wasn't kidding, Morgan."
She stuttered his name and Connor tensed his arms.  He wanted her badly.  He took a deep breath before reaching in and grabbing her hand.  She only resisted for a second before climbing out of the car.
"Connor … I mean, Mr. Slade … I…"
He pulled her close to his body as he flung her car door shut.  Connor gripped her by the hips and pressed her back against the car.  He moved one hand up to hold the back of her neck as he kissed her again.  This kiss was slower but more passionate as he slipped his tongue into her warm mouth.
His thumb stroked her cheek as the kiss slowed.  That "love" word seemed closer to the surface than normal.  Connor pulled back from her and Morgan's mesmerizing brown eyes fluttered open.  She sighed and Connor felt his chest tighten.  He just didn't know if it tightened in a good or bad way.
"Come on."  He stepped back, grabbing her hand.
She stutter-stepped after him.  "Wait.  Here?"
"Yes.  I already told you that.  Stop questioning it."
She squeezed his hand harder as they rounded the front of the car.  The headlights momentarily lit up their legs.  His car door was still open and Connor came to a stop just in front of it.  He turned Morgan around to face the hood and quickly grabbed her ass.
She yelped.  "Connor!  Aren't there security cameras down here?"

He slowly lifted her skirt.  "Yes.  Why do you think we are behind this door?  I know where they can and can't see."  He raised an eyebrow playfully.



New Release: Fiery by Lea Bronsen #Romance #Excerpt

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Fiery 10-16 is a scorching firefighter story of desire, abuse, and bravery.

  Runo Wiggins is a scarred man, the wounds etched into his psyche deeper than those on his skin. But he loves his job: fighting fires helps reenact his survival of a house fire as a teen, one that killed his mother and brutal stepfather.


Dawn Caravello is married to a psychotic drunk. She can take his beatings as long as he doesn't touch their children, and she'll do anything to put food on the table, even if it means stealing from the town hero.


When Runo meets the fiery Dawn, sparks fly. But he suspects she is victim of the same abuse as his mother was. As day turns to night, the past and the present blend in an exhausting, nerve-wrecking chase to prevent another death.  

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Excerpt:


Dawn's eyes shimmered with a mix of stubborn pride and extreme sadness. They seemed to be made of molten brown stone. Runo had never seen eyes like these. So vibrant, saying so many things. They revealed her life, her endurance, her dreams, her combats, her despair. And she was still so young.
While he stared, she leaned forward and kissed him, an act a whole lot more intimate than he was comfortable with. A short, hard peck, a statement. Not the tender gesture a kiss was supposed to be, but one telling him her gratitude as well as her dignity. She thanked him, but was going to go back to her life and continue fighting. He stood shocked, his whole body rigid, didn’t know what to do. She, such a small woman thing a whole head shorter, shook him, a giant of muscle and stupid testosterones inside a hard shell. He would definitely take care of Dawn and her kids. Any way possible. Alert the authorities and make sure they got the protection they desperately needed.
She stepped backward, her features softening, and turned on her heel.
Not so fast. He cleared his throat and called, lifting a weak hand. “Hey, wait!” His heart hammered in his chest, blood pulsed in his ears.
She turned. “What?”
“Promise to be good. Promise it’s the last time you do it.”
“Do what?” Her eyes gleamed with humor. “Kiss you?” In the midst of this emotional turmoil, she found the strength to tease.
“Steal.” And lie.
She pursed her lips, looking like a disappointed little girl. Maybe she still was a child inside. A child taking care of children. A child beaten savagely. He swallowed. “Promise.”
After several long seconds, she nodded. But her gaze told a different truth.
Liar.  

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Wednesday, March 29, 2017

#MWTease Susceptible to Him #Erotic #Romance


This week, I'm featuring a (longer) snippet from my very first release, Susceptible to Him, Risso Family #1.


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I got you a date for tonight.”
My roommate’s words whipped my head around, and my tossed keys landed on the floor inside our apartment door rather than on top of the bookshelf where they belonged. I glared at the spiked red hair, gelled-to-hell atop her head, while kicking the door shut behind me. “You did what?”
Slumped in her usual spot on our tattered couch, Gwen clicked away on her laptop. “You are going out tonight with a royal hottie.”
A date. With a hottie.”
That’s what I said.”
Scowling, I flung my purse on the kitchen table and pulled open the fridge door. A quick peek at the meager contents, and my frown deepened. “Did you eat my leftover lo mein?”
Yup.”
Bitch.”
Yup.”
I had a shitty day, Gwen. I’m not in the mood.”
She snapped her laptop closed, placed it on the coffee table, and stood. “It’s been two years.”
Jack.
My throat tightened, fading my annoyance. The love of my life since thirteen, my high school sweetheart. The one who, our sophomore year in college, promised me forever with a 2-carat stone set in platinum. The one I had expected to spend every Valentine’s Day with until I lay in a cold grave.
You know what day it is.” The words tore from my lips. “Why are you doing this?”
Time to move on, Lia.”
I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. My neck ached. My eyes burned. As with every evening upon returning home from work, I cursed my life, my choice in jobs. Men and accounting sucked ass. “I can’t.”
You can, and you will.”
Heaving a sigh, I met her hazel-eyed stare. My best friend since middle school, there was nothing Gwen didn’t know about me. We roomed all through college and then got an apartment in the North End upon graduation. Close enough to home to please my papa, but far enough away to enjoy some independence.
Not that I’d done anything to warrant either of my parents’ disapproval since I signed the lease.
The ring through Gwen’s bottom lip twitched, and a smirk soon followed.
My body stilled. I knew the look well, the type that had always landed us in trouble during our college years. “What did you do?”
Don’t get mad.”
What. Did. You. Do.”
She tugged on the frayed edge of her faded Princess Ariel t-shirt. Her pale cheeks flushed. “You know that website I use?”
Oh, good Lord.” I palmed my hips. “The lure-a-lover or whatever the hell it’s called?”
Yup.”
I waited, brow raised.
Gwen sucked in a breath. “Well, I decided to make you a profile and find you the perfect match for a little tickle and poke.”
What the hell? My Italian temper screamed for release, but I strode down the hallway before I could spout off shit I’d regret.
Come on, Lia.” A scramble of feet, and Gwen grabbed my forearm, halting my angry stomping. “You’ve gotta be sick and tired of listening to me and my flavor of the week through these thin walls.”
Ear buds, Gwen.” I jabbed my fingers toward the sides of my head. “Ear buds.”
Whatever.” She released my arm. “You need to get laid.”
I have Mr. Pink.”
She snorted. “Sorry, but there’s no vibrator on the face of this earth that satisfies like a nice thick—”
Gah. Enough, already.” I turned and moved away.
One little date. One night of passion to help you get over him.”
I paused inside the dim room I called my haven—the one place I could allow daily tears to flow without fear of someone finding out I still mourned the bastard who broke my heart.
It’s Valentine’s Day, Gwen,” I whispered.
Which is precisely why you need this. Ryan Walsh will make you forget Jack the jackass.”
Ryan Walsh.”
Yup. Hotter than hell. Black hair long enough to tangle your fingers in, the perfect amount of scruff, and crystal-clear blue eyes. Abs my tongue salivated over. Totally your type.”
My type. The confident jock. Suave.
The womanizer whose girlfriend walks in on him with another woman—a whore—and the whore’s two friends.
Wait.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Abs? As in half-naked pictures of this Ryan guy?”
Yup. Won’t lure a lay off that site unless you post some good pics.”
Good pics. “Oh, God. Please tell me you didn’t.”
Gwen chewed the inside of her lip as her smirk faded.
Not spring break.” My voice escaped as a whine. “Please.
I had to, Lia! You’re built like a brick shithouse, and that white bikini let it all hang out.”
Exactly.”
Exactly is right. Men love curves.”
My glance skimmed over her short stature—the skinny ass in tight, black yoga pants. Okay. Not skinny ass, but skinny everything else. If only I’d been blessed with a smaller-than-sapling waist and perfect apple-sized breasts.
My own melon-like girls jiggled as borderline manic laughter bubbled. “I can’t friggin’ believe you did this.”
I did it because I’m sick and tired of listening to you bawl every night.”
My smile faded. So much for my private haven.
Gwen straightened to her full, barely five-foot height. “You’re going to go lounge in that bubble bath I drew for you, shave your hairy-ass legs, suck down a glass or two of vino for liquid courage, and go out on a hot date.”
Tears pricked my eyes. Perhaps it was time. I’d wasted two long years mourning the loss of what I had thought to be the perfect relationship. Some guy from a dating website would be a great first outing—one totally uninterested in getting inside a girl’s heart and mind.
A safe, sure date that wouldn’t lead to love and heartache.
All right.” I dipped my head a single time in agreement. “I’ll go, but I’m not shaving my legs.”
What the hell?”
I’m not going to sleep with some guy I’ve only just met, and having hairy-ass legs will ensure I don’t.”
You’re gross.”
And you’re a bitch.”
So you’ve said. Now strip out of that god-awful pinstripe suit…skirt…thingy that looks like death on you, and get in the tub.” Gwen peered at the clock on the wall. “You’ve got less than two hours.”


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Monday, March 20, 2017

Happy Book Birthday to SEAMUS'S MATE and @elyzabethm.valey #Paranormal #Erotic



Alpha Protectors, 2


Kaila is His. His Mate. Forever. 

When Seamus discovers Kaila is in danger he sets out to save her. He couldn’t care less that she doesn’t want him there. His objective in life is to love and protect her. Besides, she might refuse to be with him, but her body knows better. With both their lives on the line, she can’t say no to his aid, can she? 

For years, she has ignored her feelings. Kaila’s mission was supposed to be easy: enter the demon’s lair and save her sister. Then, he came along. For close to twenty years she has been fighting against the mating pull. She has avoided Seamus at all costs, but now they’re both trapped in hell and she has nowhere to run, except, maybe, into his arms.

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Excerpt:

“Wait up, Kaila.”

She didn’t acknowledge him, and he rushed to catch up with her. He grasped her wrist, spinning her around with force.

“Didn’t you hear me?” he asked.

Kaila’s gaze narrowed. Her lips pursed into an ugly grimace. 

“Let go of me, Seamus. Why don’t you let this weak human die already?” She poked him 
in the chest with her index finger. “I didn’t ask for your help.”

Seamus scrubbed a hand over his face. “What is wrong with you? You’re not making any sense. I know you didn’t ask for my help. I gave it freely, but you aren’t going to deny that we are different, are you?”

“Fuck you.”

Blinding rage took over him. Seamus dug his fingers into her arm. He was tired of all this nonsense. He pulled her closer. Her arm shot out to keep him away, but not fast enough. He swooped down and claimed her lips. She gasped, and he seized the chance to push his tongue into her warm recess. He groaned. She tasted better than he remembered. For a brief moment, she grappled with him, attempting to break lose, but he grabbed her arms with ease and held them behind her back.

He twisted his tongue around hers, drawing it out from its reluctance and forcing it to battle with his. Something in his chest tightened as she responded. Yes. He sucked and tugged and demanded more. She gave it to him. Her body arched against his, her mouth seeking his with almost as much desperation as he possessed. His hold on her slackened. 

He wanted to touch her everywhere. To press his lips to her body and taste every inch of her. His hand trailed to the curve of her ass, then to her waist. Then, bang! Her knee slammed against his leg. He released her, cursing. He’d probably be incapacitated for life if she’d hit her mark.

“Fuck you, Seamus.”

“Whenever you want, babe. I know you’ve got the hots for me, even if you just tried to castrate me and failed miserably.” He laughed.

Kaila spun and walked away from him again. She was probably not trying to be sultry, but her hips swayed in that way that drove a man to stare. She lifted her arm and gave him the finger. He grinned. She was pissed and sexy. He loved it.

Seamus took in a shaky breath. Watching her back on her feet, her spirit alive and surging, was soothing. He rubbed at the spot where she’d kneed him. It hurt, but it was proof that she was herself again, not lying in a puddle of blood, shredded to pieces by a monster. He glanced at the Dream Catcher’s skeleton out of the corner of his eye. He hadn’t told Kaila the details of what he’d suffered inside the beast. The images of her dead body, broken, destroyed. He didn’t wish his worst enemy a fate like that.

He stretched his wings and snapped them back into place. Even they ached. He adjusted his now-flaccid cock and shuddered. He hurried after Kaila. The place appeared deserted. There were no scones in the wall giving off light. Instead, the walls themselves seemed to pulse with energy. They glowed from the inside as if behind them a relentless flame burned. He frowned. He extended his arm and placed his pinkie on the rock. It burned.

“Damn it.” He put the digit in his mouth, hoping to sooth the sting. “Don’t touch the walls, babe. They’re hot.”

Kaila didn’t reply, but she moved a little closer to the center of the path. 


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About Elyzabeth M. VaLey

Elyzabeth M. VaLey is a writer of sizzling, sexy romance who firmly believes in happy ever after.  From paranormal to contemporary, fantasy, or historical, she enjoys exploring her characters' darker side and writing stories about tortured heroes, strong heroines, and all that comes between them and their love.

When she's not writing, she can be found walking in the Spanish countryside with her black Lab, exploring castles, or enjoying some tapas with her friends. 

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