Click to set custom HTML
Bloodyâ¦brokenâ¦barely survivingâ¦
Danae âDaniâ Espinoza is on the run and desperate to escape the demons of her past. Plans to hide out in a sleepy Los Angeles suburb turn into a pipe dream as she is drawn into the secret filled world of the local motorcycle club. Dani soon learns that her secrets and lies are nothing compared to those kept behind the clubhouse doors. Trying to avoid the suspicious Vice President, she must keep a low profile in order to survive. The trouble is he has other ideas.
Bikeâ¦babesâ¦and boozeâ¦
Can an angel with blood-covered wings and the devil himself resist temptation or will they risk bringing hellfire down on everything that they love?
Cold. All I can feel is a deep chill blanketing my body. My eyes open to complete darkness as a voice calls to me. Its muffled tones send shivers down my spine with every garbled word. A sense of familiarity floats around me as its words become clearer.
âRun, Dani,â it pleas from beyond the black veil shrouding the room. âEscape while you can,â it continues. Panic courses through my veins. Where in the hell am I? Why canât I see anything? The pleas go unanswered as my voice fails to render sound.
âHelp!â I scream internally, âPlease, fucking help me!â
The voiceâs call fades with each word. âYou need to get the hell out of here, Dani. You need to move. Find a wall and escape,â I coach to myself. A cold chill of air sweeps into the darkness encompassing me as I try to feel the place around me. My fingers plunge into a dense, sticky liquid as I crawl forward causing my body to slide with each movement. A hard surface is finally inching its way under my fingers.
Crawling upwards, I splay my hands against the cool wall. âYouâre on your feet, Dani. The hardest part is over now. Time to find a door or a light switch, something to get us out of here,â my internal coach continues.
Keeping close to the wall, I finally find a switch. Flicking it upwards, the light shines brilliantly. As my eyes adjust to the light, my hands come into my vision. A scream barrels out of my throat when I see the sticky, red blood covering my hands and clothes. My heart races as I frantically wipe the blood away. Blood begins to pool at my feet, inching toward me. Rushing away from the blood, I fall backward into a solid, but warm obstacle. Before I can turn around, hands grasp my arms as a personâs hot breath trails down my neck.
âHello, Dani,â a different voice whispers in my ear. âWelcome to Hell. Youâre mine now,â the voice crackles as my body is pulled into black oblivion.
Avelyn Paige is a born and raised Indiana girl. She may be a Hoosier by birth, but sheâs a Boilermaker by choice! Avelyn lives in rural Indiana with her pastor husband, 2 spoiled cats, and one very odd looking dog. Sheâs an oncology research scientist by day and a writer and book review blogger by night. She enjoys reading anything she can get her hands, baking, and spending time with her friends and family.
Never intending to ever write her own book, the idea behind the Damaged series came to her on a drive to work early one morning thinking about her father whoâd recently passed away. His strength during his cancer and rare blood disease battle inspired Avelyn to do something sheâs never thought about before. Sheâs excited to see where this wild ride takes her.
Title: Awakened In Shadows
Series: Shadow Unit #4
Author: Tigris Eden
Publisher: Kats Kreative Ideas
Genre: Paranormal/Erotic Romance
Release Date: September 29, 2015
Blurb
Can someone constantly on the receiving end of betrayal learn to trust again?
Dietrich Omari Johnson trusts no one. Sold into slavery by his own people, he learns early what the sharp edge of betrayal feels like. Working for the Shadow Unit is out of forced necessity. Never one to do something for nothing, he plays both sides of the fence. Every move, every decision, is calculated for his own personal gain. Jorunn McLellan, given into the care of the Unit’s meanest team member, tries to make the best of a frightening situation. The dominating Walker hides behind his shades, and harsh comments, yet still manages to heat up her body. Can she put to rest the emotions Dietrich awakens and move on with her life before he steals her soul and shatters her heart? Or is the glimpse he allows her to see enough to fight for what she knows is his only chance for happiness?
**PNR, Multicultural, Dark Paranormal Romance**+18
Purchase Links
Also Available
Excerpt
“I’d like to be a part of this mission,” D said the words before he could stop them. Shaking his head to clear his brain, he stood back. Did he really just volunteer? He’d gotten what he needed. Now all he had to do was stick close to the club owner.
“You’re always a part of the missions. You’re transport,” Xee reminded as if he’d gone and lost his mind. Shaking his head, he walked up to Xee, making sure she understood his intentions. He didn’t like the way Draven was eyeing him. “I want to be on the ground for this one.” The female’s eyes got big. Even Draven and Gabe’s eyebrows shot skyward. “What?” Xee tried placing her hand on his forehead, but he easily dodged her. “You feeling okay?” He was fine. It wasn’t like anyone truly cared either way. He stuck to his shit, they stuck to theirs. “I’m good. I just want…” What the hell did he want? Oh, right, to get closer to Phineas, fuck Jorunn out of his system, and in the end, be one step closer to getting his sister back. Wait, what? Fuck Jorunn? No. Hell, no! That was not part of the plan. Dick says otherwise. His dick was fucking stupid. “I just want to ensure we get the Sahidic and tell Eremiel he can go fuck himself.” Yeah, you sound so convincing. He never bragged he was up for the next Academy Award. It was convincing enough, though. “Well, fuck me and call me Sally. Dietrich is trying to be a model citizen.” Xee laughed. “Is that an invite, girl?” he growled. Xee knew him better than that. She was tied to Gabe, he knew, but he wanted to remind everyone listening that he was still a dick. “Dude, seriously, sooo not my type,” Xee quipped back. “You ain’t got a type, girl.” Xee cracked a grin. “How do you figure that?” Dietrich turned his attention to Gabe, who was standing with his arms crossed, trying his best to look badass. Draven quietly left, taking Faith with him. The wolf was probably going in search of his mate.
Author Bio
Tigris is a military brat who's done her fair share of travelling, thanks to her Army father. She's married to the infamous LL and has three boys. She currently resides in Houston and is actively seeking a book-buddy for the end of the world.
Author Links
Title: Palm South University: Episode Four
Author: Kandi Steiner
Release Date: Sept 29, 2015
Find on Goodreads
Drama. Lies. Sex.
Welcome to Palm South University. The weather isn’t the only thing heating up in South Florida. At a school where fraternities and sororities don’t exactly play by the rules, relationships are bound to be tested. Parties and sex are definitely key ingredients in the Palm South recipe, but what happens when family issues, secret lives, and unrequited love get tossed in the mix? Follow Cassie, Bear, Jess, Skyler, Erin, Ashlei, and Adam as they tackle college at a small, private beach town university. Written in television drama form, each episode of this serial will pull you deeper and deeper into the world of PSU. Where the sun is hot and the clothes are scarce, anything can happen.
I can’t remember the last time I had a hangover, but my eyes aren’t even open yet and my head is hammering away in my skull. It’s safe to say I have one now. Groaning, I squeeze my eyes shut tighter and pull the fluffy, light blue covers up and over my head. When they’re jerked back, I bolt upright.
What the hell?
Slowly craning my neck to the side, I squeak and scurry from the bed, taking the covers with me and quickly wrapping them around my chest.
“Fuck, Josh, stop messing around!” Clinton sprawls out, naked as the day he was born, stretching his legs and wiggling his toes. I swallow as the tight muscles of his abdomen ebb and flow with the movement. His dark skin is a vast contrast against my cream sheets and my eyes can’t help but fall to the cut V that leads right down to another part of his body coming to attention this morning. When his eyes open and he finds me cowering in the corner and staring at him wide-eyed, he blanches.
Kandi Steiner is a Creative Writing and Advertising/Public Relations graduate from the University of Central Florida living in Tampa with her husband. Kandi works full time as a social media specialist, but also works part time as a Zumba fitness instructor and blackjack dealer.
Kandi started writing back in the 4th grade after reading the first Harry Potter installment. In 6th grade, she wrote and edited her own newspaper and distributed to her classmates. Eventually, the principal caught on and the newspaper was quickly halted, though Kandi tried fighting for her “freedom of press.” She took particular interest in writing romance after college, as she has always been a die hard hopeless romantic (like most girls brought up on Disney movies). When Kandi isn’t working or writing, you can find her reading books of all kinds, talking with her extremely vocal cat, and spending time with her friends and family. She enjoys beach days, movie marathons, live music, craft beer and sweet wine – not necessarily in that order.
Facebook | Twitter | Website | Goodreads
Title: Rope Burn
Series: The Boot Knockers Ranch #5
Author: Em Petrova
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Genre: Contemporary Western Romance
Release Date: September 29, 2015
Blurb
She wants to turn up the heat. He’s got the skills to whip her into a frenzy. TV food show host Tabbart Tracy works hard to give viewers her best recipes. But while her fans are legion, her personal life is colder than a meat locker. Most men just want her to serve up some pie—in the nude. One glance at her assistant’s sexy brother, though, and her body skips straight from low simmer to rolling boil. Especially when she tracks him down at a stud ranch. Where he’s the stud. When a certain little TV foodie personally requests Stowe’s company for a week, he’s flattered as hell. She needs to give up some control, and as a sex therapist otherwise known as the “Dom from Down Under”, Stowe has the leather, rope, and paddles to do it. Just as Tabbart melts into a puddle under Stowe’s hands, her worst fear chills her back to reality: someone recognizes her. Worse, her Master frowns on opening her checkbook to make it all go away. But trusting him means hanging onto their connection with both hands—while he takes her for the ride of her life. Warning: This book contains a TV chef looking for some R&R (as in rough and raunchy) and a whip-wielding Aussie cowboy Dom intent on showing her she can take the heat. As hot as—and anywhere—she wants it.
Links to Buy
Also Available Pre-order Excerpt
Then she saw it—a glimpse of black. A pickup truck with the door hanging open. She barely had time to conjure the words of the greeting she’d prepared when her door opened and a big male arm reached inside. Sprinkled with dark hair, a thick leather watch strapped around the wrist. Her mind was wiped clean as she looked into a set of very dark eyes staring at her from under the black hat she’d come to know so well. The upward curl of his lip made her heart turn over painfully, then gallop out of control. She sat there like an idiot. He gripped her hands and pulled her to her feet. She locked her knees to keep from falling over, then Stowe’s trim backside moved away from her. He opened the trunk of the car and hauled her luggage out. When he spun and fixed her in his gaze again, she released the breath she’d been holding. Her pulse pounded in her ears. God, she was acting like a young girl with her first crush. She was a grown woman. She was… At a sex ranch with the man of her fantasies. Her pussy clenched. “This all you got?” he drawled in that hot accent. “Y-yes.” Stutter activated. He grasped her forearm as he passed. The warmth and roughness of his hand on her bare arm scalded. Sweat broke out on her forehead. He opened the passenger door of the truck for her and guided her inside, then dumped her suitcase in the bed. Her hand twitched to shove her glasses up and get a real look at him, but she couldn’t blow her cover. She watched as he swaggered back to the silver car, pulled his wallet from the back pocket of worn jeans—molded to his fine ass—and took out some bills. He handed them to the driver through the window. Then he tapped the car roof twice and the driver moved off in a new cloud of dust. I’m alone with him. In the middle of nowhere. He could do anything to her. Strip her, fuck her. God, she wanted both.
Author Bio
Em Petrova lives in Backwoods, Pennsylvania, where she raises four kids and a Labradoodle named Daisy Hasselhoff. Her dream is to buy an old pickup and travel small-town USA meeting people and hearing their stories. Her heroes are hardworking—in bed and out—and she is known for panty-scorching erotic romance.
Author Links
Giveaway
Bloodyâ¦brokenâ¦barely survivingâ¦
Danae âDaniâ Espinoza is on the run and desperate to escape the demons of her past. Plans to hide out in a sleepy Los Angeles suburb turn into a pipe dream as she is drawn into the secret filled world of the local motorcycle club. Dani soon learns that her secrets and lies are nothing compared to those kept behind the clubhouse doors. Trying to avoid the suspicious Vice President, she must keep a low profile in order to survive. The trouble is he has other ideas.
Bikeâ¦babesâ¦and boozeâ¦
Can an angel with blood-covered wings and the devil himself resist temptation or will they risk bringing hellfire down on everything that they love?
Cold. All I can feel is a deep chill blanketing my body. My eyes open to complete darkness as a voice calls to me. Its muffled tones send shivers down my spine with every garbled word. A sense of familiarity floats around me as its words become clearer.
âRun, Dani,â it pleas from beyond the black veil shrouding the room. âEscape while you can,â it continues. Panic courses through my veins. Where in the hell am I? Why canât I see anything? The pleas go unanswered as my voice fails to render sound.
âHelp!â I scream internally, âPlease, fucking help me!â
The voiceâs call fades with each word. âYou need to get the hell out of here, Dani. You need to move. Find a wall and escape,â I coach to myself. A cold chill of air sweeps into the darkness encompassing me as I try to feel the place around me. My fingers plunge into a dense, sticky liquid as I crawl forward causing my body to slide with each movement. A hard surface is finally inching its way under my fingers.
Crawling upwards, I splay my hands against the cool wall. âYouâre on your feet, Dani. The hardest part is over now. Time to find a door or a light switch, something to get us out of here,â my internal coach continues.
Keeping close to the wall, I finally find a switch. Flicking it upwards, the light shines brilliantly. As my eyes adjust to the light, my hands come into my vision. A scream barrels out of my throat when I see the sticky, red blood covering my hands and clothes. My heart races as I frantically wipe the blood away. Blood begins to pool at my feet, inching toward me. Rushing away from the blood, I fall backward into a solid, but warm obstacle. Before I can turn around, hands grasp my arms as a personâs hot breath trails down my neck.
âHello, Dani,â a different voice whispers in my ear. âWelcome to Hell. Youâre mine now,â the voice crackles as my body is pulled into black oblivion.
Avelyn Paige is a born and raised Indiana girl. She may be a Hoosier by birth, but sheâs a Boilermaker by choice! Avelyn lives in rural Indiana with her pastor husband, 2 spoiled cats, and one very odd looking dog. Sheâs an oncology research scientist by day and a writer and book review blogger by night. She enjoys reading anything she can get her hands, baking, and spending time with her friends and family.
Never intending to ever write her own book, the idea behind the Damaged series came to her on a drive to work early one morning thinking about her father whoâd recently passed away. His strength during his cancer and rare blood disease battle inspired Avelyn to do something sheâs never thought about before. Sheâs excited to see where this wild ride takes her.
Title: Concealed
Series: Secrets & Lies #3 Author: M.M. Koenig Genre: New Adult, Suspense Romance Published: September 29, 2015
We reached the elevator bank and hit the button. While we waited, Ethan pressed me up against the wall. His lips forcefully connected with mine. His tongue slid through my mouth in such a way that I sucked in an overdue breath moments later. He trailed kisses along my jaw until he reached my ear. He thrust his body against mine and occasionally rolled his hips as he stared intensely at me. My lower half dampened in an instant as hot sparks darted in every direction of my body, creating a sensual ache that demanded satisfaction. “I’m willing to bench my frustrations about your living arrangements because I know this is what’s best for your friend. But make no mistake, Mia, I don’t fucking like it one bit. I’m having a hard time dealing with you being home but only getting a fraction of your time,” he growled, biting at my earlobe. My body was in a state of confusion. Part of me was incredibly turned on with the forcefulness of his approach, while the other was more than annoyed with his need to have complete control over me. He brought his mouth back to mine and nipped along my lower lip. “Ethan, it’s been two days. I don’t want to fight with you so please try to get control over whatever pent-up anger you have right now. If I had to guess, I’d say you’re acting this pissy with me because it’s been over twelve hours since you got laid,” I joked. Ethan stepped away from me while shaking his head. His mouth curled into a sexy grin. My stomach and thighs clenched from the waves of desire flowing through me. My breath hitched as he ran his hand lazily up my arm. He trailed his fingers down my back before brushing them along my throat and over to my chin. He slid my bag from my shoulder while pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. The slow burn he created was about to become a wildfire. I needed to be pressed against him to satisfy the ache deep within me. As I leaned in to do just that, the elevator doors opened. God help me! The things this man does to me. I want to cave to my desires right now! His eyes were ablaze with lust as people passed by us and down the hallway. The sexual tension between the two of us was thick in the air. It didn’t go unnoticed either. Several people gawked at us as they walked by. My heartbeat skyrocketed as he continued to stare at me with such want that I was about ready to strip down for him. He knew he was getting to me too. He kept licking his lips as people flowed past us. Ethan goaded me even more by grazing his teeth along his bottom lip. My knees were ready to hit the floor to pleasure him right then and there. The wetness trickling down my thighs amped my libido even higher. It was pleading for me to do something and fast. When everyone was finally out, we stepped inside and he teasingly ran his fingers along my waistline – just to mess with me some more. Seeing someone still inside the elevator waiting to go down actually sent a wave of relief through me. Every part south of me was begging for satisfaction. I was very close to giving into it. The rational side of me was screaming to stay strong. I had to discuss my dream with Ethan before I gave in. If we fucked each other now, that would be it for the night. We wouldn't talk at all this evening. Ethan appeared to be in tune with my thoughts because he flashed his naughty smirk before towing me into his large frame. The guy in the elevator poked his head up from his cell long enough to nod at us. Ethan turned me to face him. The sultriness in his eyes intensified the yearning between my thighs. He didn’t help matters when he stroked his hands along my ribcage and towards my breasts. I stilled them with a sharp look for him to stop. I must remain strong. I must remain strong. I must remain strong … It didn’t matter how many times I repeated that to myself. Every subtle touch he made had my body flaming hotter by the minute. He continued to torture me by brushing his fingers underneath my shirt and along my sides until we reached the lobby. The hot pool of desire between my legs was close to making me burst at the seams if I didn’t have him soon. It took everything I had not to drag him towards the bathroom in the lobby so I could have my way with him. I wiggled out of his grasp and kept my distance as we strolled outside. Ethan laughed nonstop on our way to his car. I ignored him and focused on cooling down my overly turned-on body. For the first time today, I cursed the sunny, cloudless sky. I almost wished it were raining again because a cold shower was very necessary at this point.
Hosted By:
Sunshine and Sand Author Event
Date: October 24, 2015
Time: 12noon - 4pm
Location: Grand Pacific Palisades Resort & Hotel,
5805 Armada Drive, Carlsbad, CA
Attending Authors
Tickets
Prizes
There will be a raffle on the day of the event for ticket holders to win either a huge multi-author signed paperback pack or a Kindle Fire!
All ticket holders are entered into the raffle!
It's LIVE!Purchase LinksAmazon: http://amzn.to/1iyHpIC B&N: http://bit.ly/1PzI07U iTunes: http://apple.co/1FxnYuv Kobo: http://bit.ly/1Fxo5GrSynopsisLt. Grayson Masters is focused on graduating the Apache helicopter course, and the last thing he needs is his gorgeous new roommate Samantha Fitzgerald distracting him. While her smart mouth and free spirit are irresistibly irritating, he can’t deny their off-the-charts chemistry, no matter how hard he tries. Having just been expelled from college, Sam has no business digging for Grayson’s secrets while she’s hiding her own, but that doesn’t stop her from trying to tear down his walls. Each barrier she busts through drops one of her own, though, and she’s not prepared for the truth: another woman laid claim to Grayson’s heart long ago. Falling in love is something neither Grayson nor Sam can afford, and when that line is crossed and secrets are exposed, they’ll learn that sometimes it’s the answered prayers that will put you through hell.GoodreadsExcerpt“Samantha?” His eyes softened, revealing the give in him, and it cracked my own defenses. “Have you ever made a mistake, Grayson? And I don’t mean the kind that costs you an apology. I mean one that destroys you? Where you lie awake at night, unable to sleep, because you’re terrified of what’s going to happen the next day, and the one after that? Where you’d give anything, and I do mean anything to go back and make a different a choice? Where you’re sick all the time at the thought of what you’ve done? Because I have. I’ve crumbled my entire future, shredded any hope of finishing college, and killed off who I used to be. And I don’t…I don’t know how to come back from something like that.” “You don’t.” I jerked back, but he held me immobile against him. “Stop, and listen to me. I’m not going to belittle you by saying nothing is that bad, because some things are. Things happen that change who we are, and what we’re capable of. So you’re not going to ‘come back’ from that any more than you’re going to erase whatever you did. You have to decide if you’re going to try to keep patching yourself up or if you’re going to tear down and rebuild.” “I don’t know how to do that.” “You wade through the pain, and the guilt, and the excuses you make to yourself. Stop drowning in alcohol to numb the fear, and suck up the bitter taste of accountability. You move on with who you are now. It’s not easy. If you think you screwed up that badly, then maybe you did, but you also have to leave room for the chance that you didn’t. Have you talked about it?” I shook my head. There were two of us who knew the whole truth, and that circle was big enough. “I’m not sure I’m ready to let go of everyone’s vision of who I am. It’s so much prettier than the truth.” “Not even Ember?” “Definitely not think-through-everything-twice Ember. She wouldn’t understand, and I’m not sure I could handle her reaction.” He swallowed and broke our stare like it had become too much because we both knew the truth—it had. “That’s the hardest part, letting someone see who you really are—scars and all. I’m…” He cleared his throat. “You need to trust someone enough to tell them the truth. Make peace with it before it eats you alive. I listen really well if you don’t have anyone else.” I scrambled to throw up a wall between us. It was safer when he was hurling snotty comments at me. That, I knew how to handle. But this Grayson? The one holding me carefully, keeping me warm while the storm raged outside, offering to help carry the crippling weight destroying me? I didn’t know what the hell to do with that one. “Why would you even offer? Everything you know about me is a mess. I drink too much, wear too-little clothes, dance on bars, and impose on everyone around me because I can’t get my shit together.” “You can get your shit together, you’ve just chosen not to up until now. You took that first step with Maggie. I’m offering because I’ve made that kind of mistake, Sam, the one you don’t come back from. I look at you, and I see what I went through. It’s too late for me.” He took a deep breath. “But you? You’re going to spring back, so yeah, I’m offering.” “As friends?” I held my breath, needing to hear it. The push and pull, the attraction, it was all there on my side, but I wasn’t sure about his, and I wasn’t about to make an ass out of myself. We were roommates, and this could get complicated really quickly. Our eyes locked, and heat skimmed down my limbs, leaving chills in its wake. “We’re both adults—” “Well, trying to be,” I joked. His lips quirked up at the corners. Almost a smile. “Right. I’m not going to say that I’m not insanely attracted to you. I don’t lie. Ever. Plus, I’d have to be dead not to realize the way you affect me. But I’m also not in any position to act on it, and let’s be honest—you’re not, either. But I think we can stop picking each other apart and be friends.” “Friends that are insanely attracted to each other?” He inhaled sharply, like my attraction to him had been some secret. Yeah right. I’m pretty sure my body threw out “screw me now” signals the minute he walked into a room, even when I was angry with him. Hell, perversely, especially when I was angry with him. The siren wailed again, and I jumped, despite the exhaustion pummeling me. “An hour to go,” I muttered, looking at my iPad. “Relax and try to get some sleep.” “Like there’s a chance of that.” But he tucked the comforter up to my chin and drew me closer, so my head rested on his chest. “Just try. Some of us have to get up for work in the morning.” His tone was light and teasing, so I didn’t jump his case about giving me shit. I yawned, feeling my body betray me and start to shut down like he’d flipped some magic Sam-sleep button. “I’m glad we can be friends.” Sleep slurred my words. “Me, too.”Giveawaya Rafflecopter giveawayRebecca Yarros BioRebecca Yarros is a hopeless romantic and lover of all things chocolate, coffee, and Paleo. In addition to being a mom, military wife, and blogger, she can never choose between Young Adult and New Adult fiction, so she writes both. She's a graduate of Troy University, where she studied European history and English, but still holds out hope for an acceptance letter to Hogwarts. Her blog, The Only Girl Among Boys, has been voted the Top Military Mom Blog the last two years, and celebrates the complex issues surrounding the military life she adores. When she's not writing, she's tying on hockey skates for her kids, or sneaking in some guitar time. She is madly in love with her army-aviator husband of eleven years, and they're currently stationed in Upstate NY with their gaggle of rambunctious kiddos and snoring English Bulldog, but she would always rather be home in Colorado.Connect with RebeccaWebsite: http://www.rebeccaelizabethyarros.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/RebeccaElizabethYarros Twitter: https://twitter.com/RebeccaYarros
Title: Awakened In Shadows
Series: Shadow Unit #4
Author: Tigris Eden
Publisher: Kats Kreative Ideas
Genre: Paranormal/Erotic Romance
Release Date: September 29, 2015
Blurb
Can someone constantly on the receiving end of betrayal learn to trust again?
Dietrich Omari Johnson trusts no one. Sold into slavery by his own people, he learns early what the sharp edge of betrayal feels like. Working for the Shadow Unit is out of forced necessity. Never one to do something for nothing, he plays both sides of the fence. Every move, every decision, is calculated for his own personal gain. Jorunn McLellan, given into the care of the Unit’s meanest team member, tries to make the best of a frightening situation. The dominating Walker hides behind his shades, and harsh comments, yet still manages to heat up her body. Can she put to rest the emotions Dietrich awakens and move on with her life before he steals her soul and shatters her heart? Or is the glimpse he allows her to see enough to fight for what she knows is his only chance for happiness?
**PNR, Multicultural, Dark Paranormal Romance**+18
Purchase Links
Also Available
Excerpt
“I’d like to be a part of this mission,” D said the words before he could stop them. Shaking his head to clear his brain, he stood back. Did he really just volunteer? He’d gotten what he needed. Now all he had to do was stick close to the club owner.
“You’re always a part of the missions. You’re transport,” Xee reminded as if he’d gone and lost his mind. Shaking his head, he walked up to Xee, making sure she understood his intentions. He didn’t like the way Draven was eyeing him. “I want to be on the ground for this one.” The female’s eyes got big. Even Draven and Gabe’s eyebrows shot skyward. “What?” Xee tried placing her hand on his forehead, but he easily dodged her. “You feeling okay?” He was fine. It wasn’t like anyone truly cared either way. He stuck to his shit, they stuck to theirs. “I’m good. I just want…” What the hell did he want? Oh, right, to get closer to Phineas, fuck Jorunn out of his system, and in the end, be one step closer to getting his sister back. Wait, what? Fuck Jorunn? No. Hell, no! That was not part of the plan. Dick says otherwise. His dick was fucking stupid. “I just want to ensure we get the Sahidic and tell Eremiel he can go fuck himself.” Yeah, you sound so convincing. He never bragged he was up for the next Academy Award. It was convincing enough, though. “Well, fuck me and call me Sally. Dietrich is trying to be a model citizen.” Xee laughed. “Is that an invite, girl?” he growled. Xee knew him better than that. She was tied to Gabe, he knew, but he wanted to remind everyone listening that he was still a dick. “Dude, seriously, sooo not my type,” Xee quipped back. “You ain’t got a type, girl.” Xee cracked a grin. “How do you figure that?” Dietrich turned his attention to Gabe, who was standing with his arms crossed, trying his best to look badass. Draven quietly left, taking Faith with him. The wolf was probably going in search of his mate.
Author Bio
Tigris is a military brat who's done her fair share of travelling, thanks to her Army father. She's married to the infamous LL and has three boys. She currently resides in Houston and is actively seeking a book-buddy for the end of the world.
Author Links
|
Archives
April 2023
Subscribe HereBlogs We Support |