Amber Quill ~ Amber Heat ~ Amber Allure | September 23, 2009
 



 Beauty and the Bigfoot by Kelli A. Wilkins

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Genres: Contemporary / Fantasy / Shapeshifter / Paranormal / Romantic Comedy / Exhibitionism / Public Places
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 "4 CUPS!...I enjoyed this book a lot. I have always been fascinated by the idea of Bigfoot and the author heightened my curiosity by adding a hint of the Native Americans’ belief. Tara’s father, Charlie, adds a certain comedic flair to this book. His dedication to Bigfoot and not caring about public opinion won my heart. This is one story where you will laugh and sigh all in one reading."--Kimberly, Coffee Time Romance & More

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Blurb:

Can true love exist between the species?

Tara’s world is anything but normal. Her father is known as the resident crackpot—just because he’s on a personal mission to catch a Sasquatch. Everyone in town makes fun of them, and the locals call her “Bigfoot Girl.” Despite all of the “Bigfoot evidence” cluttering their house, Tara never really believed in Bigfoot—until the day her father brought him home.

She affectionately names her father’s prized catch “Joe” and discovers there’s something oddly familiar—and erotic—about him. With a media circus descending on her father’s ranch and a showdown brewing with the local sheriff, Tara risks her life to save Joe. When Tara finally succumbs to her animalistic urges, however, she learns that Joe is not exactly who—or what—he seems.

Joe is more than a Sasquatch—he’s her soul mate!

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Excerpt:

...Tara’s protest faded as he stared deep into her eyes. She gazed back at him, mesmerized. His eyes were so human; they seemed to be reading her mind. A second later, he licked the side of her neck.

Every nerve in her body exploded. Her skin tingled, and she bent her head to the side. She closed her eyes as Joe nuzzled her neck with his lips, then licked her again. “Oh! How did you know? My neck’s always been my weak spot,” she whispered.

A few kisses in the right spot always got her hot and horny. The few guys who’d found the perfect place to kiss had gotten very lucky.

Her nipples hardened under her thin nightgown and she stroked Joe’s hairy chest as he licked her neck. His tongue was warm and thick and felt a little rough, but she liked it. She moaned and relaxed against him, not caring that he could tear her throat out if he wanted—something deep inside told her she was safe.

“This shouldn’t be happening,” she muttered. She wanted to protest, but her body went limp. Trying to fight him would be futile, and he hadn’t hurt her. Besides, what was the harm in giving in a little?
Joe tugged at her nightgown strap. She opened her eyes.
“Second base already? Boy, you move fast for a guy from the woods. I don’t know, it’s our first date&ldots;” She sat up. Maybe if she tried to leave now...

Joe caressed the front of her satin nightgown with his free hand. He sneered and tugged at the strap again.

“Oh, I get it. Either I give you a free show, or you’ll help yourself, huh?” She cocked her head to the side. “Are you sure you’re not one of those twisted pervs who gets off wearing fur animal suits and having kinky sex with fuzzy critters? Because you sure act like one.”

Joe grunted.

“Okay, fine.” She slid the straps off her shoulders and eased her nightgown to her waist, exposing her breasts. “There. Like what you see?”

Joe cupped her left breast in his huge hand. He huffed and shifted her weight on his lap. A second later, something hard poked her inner thigh. “Joe! Is that your...?” She chuckled. “Dingle! I’m as bad as my father.”

Joe rocked his hips up and down, jabbing his erection against her leg.

“Subtle, Joe, real subtle. You remind me of a football player I dated.”

He squeezed her breast and a low moan escaped her throat. Every time she took a breath, all she smelled was the heady scent of flowers mixed with musk. Her body felt dizzy and heavy, like she was being drugged.

Joe licked her neck while he fondled her breasts. Her lower body throbbed, and a slick heat built between her legs. If she kept her eyes closed, she could pretend Joe was a guy she’d just met and they were out for a good time...

Joe eased his hand under her nightgown and stroked her panties. He huffed and shook her shoulder until she opened her eyes.

“What? Why’d you stop? You were doing good. You know, you’re a better lover than the last two guys I went out with.”

He touched her panties again.

“Oh, those.” She hesitated for a second. Part of her knew this was nine different ways of wrong, but another part of her wanted to do what came natural. It was obvious what Joe wanted, and honestly, she wanted it, too.

“What the hell? Why not?” She yanked off her panties. “While I’m here, let me make things more comfortable.”

She repositioned herself so she was kneeling on either side of Joe’s hairy hips. She glanced down at his penis. It had to be at least ten inches long, and she wasn’t sure he was fully erect.

“Wow! You are a big boy, aren’t you?” Joe sniffed the air, then slipped his hand between her thighs. She shivered as he touched her. What was Joe thinking? How did he know how to do this? Right now, none of that mattered. “Yeah, that’s good. Keep going,” she whispered.

Joe swirled his finger around her wet folds, taking his time, rubbing her slowly. After a minute, he pulled his hand away and made a noise that sounded like a combination of a grunt and a growl.

She got the hint. Her body ached and pulsed, desperately needing to be filled, and Joe’s huge cock would certainly do the trick. “Did you ever have sex? Do you know what’s coming next?” She giggled at her own joke, then slowly lowered herself onto his thick shaft.

Joe groaned and clutched her hips in his hands.

“Easy big fella, let me do this.”

She moaned as her body molded and stretched around him. It had been six months since her last date, and Joe’s penis was twice the size of her last lover’s—in width and length.

“My God, you’re huge.” The hard feel of him touched a hidden place deep inside her...

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 Behind The Black Door by Darcy Abriel

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Genres: Dark Fantasy / Shapeshifter / Werewolf / BDSM (Light) / Ménage (M/F/M) / Group Sex / Voyeurism / Exhibitionism / Public Places
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"5 CUPS!...The world beyond the black door is created in vivid detail. The author has an outstanding talent for painting a picture with words and pulling the reader in to look around. I was enthralled by Gulietta and her ability to stand and outsmart men who think of women as nothing more than property. BEHIND THE BLACK DOOR should be on the top of erotic lovers’ reading lists."--Delane, Coffee Time Romance Reviews

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Blurb:

The lovely and seductive Gulietta requires sex on an inhumanly frequent basis. It isn’t until the Roman immortal, Quintus, barrels into her life, revealing the identity of her father, that suddenly she’s dropped into a magical world populated with satyrs, fairies, and shapeshifters. It seems her “problem” is not rooted in human sexual dysfunction after all. Gulietta finally discovers who and what her father is—as well as what she is. And Quintus has made it clear he is the man who can provide exactly what she needs. That is, if her father’s game plan doesn’t get in the way...

Nothing is what it seems in the satyr Antius’s domain. And a game that will change everything is about to begin. But Antius just may have underestimated his satyress daughter. And he may find the tables turned by the very female he thought to manipulate. Especially when Gulietta discovers the trick of lovers he’d tried to play on her.

Lives and freedoms hang in the balance. Gulietta is the hope for the future of the Sabine females in Antius’s court. Will she also be the savior of the immortal warrior, Quintus? If so, the biggest prize in the game may just be love...
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Excerpt:

...Gulietta reached for the stranger, but he stopped her. His big hands locked around her fragile wrists.

“Slowly,” he said.

“I can’t wait. I need you now.”

“And so you shall have me. Calm yourself. I know the rage is upon you. You’ll enjoy it so much more if you relax.”

“Enjoy it? You’ve got to be kidding.”

He tilted his head as he looked at her. “You’ve never enjoyed the mating?”

“Not that I can remember. Now stop talking and fuck me. Or I’ll find someone else who will.” She reached for his cock and again he pushed away her hands.

He leaned toward her, and his lips brushed against hers.

“Open your mouth,” he whispered.

If she wanted to ease the pain, she was going to have to do what he asked. She couldn’t bear the cramping of her womb any longer. The medicine the doctors gave her never helped. There was only one way to ease the ache.

She opened her mouth. He licked across her lips, then buried his tongue inside. She sucked for all she was worth. The clench of her womb increased as though to say, “Yes, this is the one. I want him.”

And so you shall have him, bane of my existence. As soon as he allows me to have him.

He withdrew his tongue, then began to lick along her jaw, circling over her chin. Tilting her head slightly, he tracked down her throat. Then he unbuttoned her shirt, peeling it back to expose her breasts. The cool night air brushed across her skin, heightening her awareness. She shivered from the exquisite contact.

The cramping continued, but something else curled inside her. A heat that spiraled through her. A wetness that pooled between her thighs. Wetter than she’d ever been before.

A sound somewhere between a purr and a moan escaped from her. He lifted his head and looked at her. Then she gasped as he spun her around and pulled her even deeper into the alleyway. Not a sound but their heavy breathing. The long, drawn-out yowl of a cat suddenly echoed through the deserted passage. She stiffened, but then the stranger captured her attention once more and she forgot about anything else.

His kisses drugged her as he claimed her lips, then dipped lower and sucked a nipple deep into his mouth.

A tight arrow of ache and ecstasy shot through her, from her breasts to her cunt. Oh, God, it felt so good. Too good. Her womb clenched tighter, and her pussy dripped more cream onto her thighs. One of his hands gripped her calf and lifted her leg. He yanked off her boot and she heard the thump as it landed on the pavement.

She didn’t care. She wanted him more than she’d ever wanted any man before. However he wanted to do it, she was more than willing. There was a difference. Yes, she had needed the sex before. But on this night she wanted it. And that was unusual. He shoved her pants down her legs, all the way, then yanked one leg of her jeans complete off, freeing one of her limbs.

He raised the bare leg, anchored it against his powerful thigh, opened her wide, then shoved his cock into her wet pussy. He lifted her with huge muscled arms, and she wrapped her free leg around his waist. His mouth found hers once more, fusing them together. Not a space for breath, from willing mouth to wet cunt, locked lips to rigid cock, and she felt him so deeply the world rocked, splintered and fell away.

He forced her to remain still, just holding her close, her pussy wrapped tightly around his cock, lips wide, hairs tickling. Sanity shifted.

“I have come for you and you alone, woman,” he said.

“W-who are you?” His cock nudged deeper and she whimpered as the tip brushed against the opening of her cervix.

“I am Quintus, the Roman. Servant of your father...”

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Year Of The Cat by Selah March

Amber Allure

Genres: Gay / Fantasy / Fairy Tale / Shapeshifter / BDSM / Exhibitionism / Public Places

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"4 STARS!...Do you like fairy tales? And do you love strangely erotic stories that involve harsh masters and sweet virgins? If you do, then YEAR OF THE CAT is your story. Based on a fairy tale, but most definitely not for children, Selah March beguiles the reader with an unusual tale of love. Or is it perhaps a tale of unusual love...YEAR OF THE CAT is the tale of Etienne and Jacques, their adventures, and is, in the end, a tale of love and redemption. Full of densely woven images, Selah March does not disappoint."--Carole, Rainbow Reviews

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Blurb:

Sweet-natured Etienne LeFevre must give up his birthright and flee into the snow-covered forest to save himself from the murderous greed of his brutish elder brothers. When Etienne ends up alone and hungry, with a ramshackle cottage his only shelter and a feral cat his only friend, he believes himself doomed to a sad, cold death.
But out of the shadows of the night arrives a visitor who brings comfort. He presents himself as a servant, but the man called “Jacques” spends the long hours instructing Etienne in the cruel delights of a disciplined passion.

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Excerpt:

....The blaze in the fireplace no longer seemed to burn so brightly—not when compared to the glittering amber of Jacques’ eyes.

“Pray, tell me,” he purred, “what do you know of passion?”

Etienne could only stare. He went on staring, even as Jacques loomed over him, caught his face between his huge paws and growled, “Tell me, mon petit.”

Etienne struggled to find his voice. “I know nothing of passion. I am&ldots;untouched.”

Jacques’ lips quirked in a sinister smile. “So sweet, like spun sugar. I fear you’ll rot my very teeth.”

The kiss Jacques pressed upon Etienne’s mouth tasted of salt and iron, and awakened in Etienne a delirious kind of hunger. He found himself clutching at Jacques’ shoulders, tearing at the sleeves of his coat with his sore fingers. When Jacques pulled aside the collar of Etienne’s shirt and licked at the line of flesh he’d revealed, Etienne stifled a moan.

“No, mon petit, let me hear your cries,” Jacques murmured, his words setting a heated buzz against Etienne’s skin. “Let me lap them from the hollow of your throat.”

Etienne fought, at war with his traitorous body. “Monsieur, please, I do not—”

“Hush,” Jacques whispered and caught Etienne’s chin in his hand. The pupils of his eyes had taken on a strange, slitted appearance as he gazed into Etienne’s face. “You’ll only tire yourself and gain nothing for the effort.”

“But you said you wished to be my servant in all things, monsieur. Yet you would take me without my consent?”

“I would coax your consent from its hiding place and make it sing out like the bells of Notre Dame on Christmas morning.”

His words sounded like nothing less than the simple truth. Etienne stilled himself against the hard cottage floor, his body not quite entirely limp with submission.

“Speak to me.” Jacques pulled at the fastenings of Etienne’s clothing, nimble fingers working knots and clasps till Etienne’s skin was laid bare to the heat of his breath. “Tell me of the finest meal you’ve taken at your father’s table.”

The strange demand made Etienne start with confusion, but the involuntary instinct for obedience forced him to reach for the memory. “’Twas the night of my twenty-first birthday, monsieur.”

“Oui? And when was that?”

“Four months ago.”

“Ah, a child of the harvest. Pray, what did your father’s cook prepare to celebrate your coming-of-age?” Jacques punctuated his question with a soft, clinging kiss, then leaned back and appeared to consider the white expanse of Etienne’s skin as a butcher might contemplate the proper spot to place his first cut.

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 The
Countess Of Suburbia by Gabrina Garza

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Genres:
Romance/Contemporary Romance/Romantic Comedy

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"4
STARS!...This book is hilarious. Anyone who has been divorced and thrown back
into the dating scene as a mother needs to read this. Descriptions, such as “the
bitter flavor of ex-husband” cracked me up. ..This is a story about girlfriends,
too. Without friends, how would a woman survive the dating scene? This book is
relatable and so funny. Read it and recommend it to your friends."--Stephanie
Rollins, Review Your Book

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Blurb:

Screw
Cinderella!

Miranda Gilbert is convinced that she will never be queen of the
neighborhood, but who cares? It's time for the average girl to have some fun.
But first she needs to say goodbye to her cheating husband, and what better way
than a billboard? The modern girl's magic wand!

Her stunt makes her a
suburban demi-celeb, but the glamour quickly fades, and Miranda decides that her
work and twin four-year-olds are her calling in life. Resigned to the mundane,
the last thing she wants is another relationship. Or so she thinks until a
chance meeting with a British-born photographer makes her reconsider
celibacy.

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Excerpt:

...It always took longer to drive
into downtown Chicago than Miranda anticipated. No matter what the season there
were roads dug up and the traffic was down to one bottlenecked lane.

Miranda
blamed Richard. After the incident at the wake, she decided to blame him for
everything. Every dark cloud in the sky, each spot of bird crap on her
windshield, each green light she missed was now his fault.

By the time
Miranda made it to the three-story brick building across from Harpo Studios, she
had three minutes to make her appointment for the consumer survey.
Judging by
the distance she had parked from the building she would have to become a
world-class sprinter to make it there on time. All those years of skipping the
gym suddenly came back to haunt her.

Regardless, she ran.

In a jean skirt,
fitted blouse, and pumps Miranda ran like a gazelle with her purse tucked under
her arm. She tried not to think of what she really looked like prancing down the
street. A hundred bucks for an hour of telling a panel of people how she liked
shampoo was a hundred bucks worth running for.

Miranda pressed the call
button twice and finally something that sounded like a reply came through the
speaker.

“Can you hear me?”

“Bzzz.”

Miranda shifted her weight and
sighed. “Hi, I’m running a little late. I’m here for the survey.”

“Wuzzz zuur
Name.”

“My name?”

“Vruzzz.”

“Miranda Gilbert.”

“Zoll zon.”

“I
swear I’m not stalking you,” a distinctly British voice said from behind.

The
door buzzed just as Miranda looked over her shoulder. Before she could open it
and walk inside, the door locked again.

Garic Wenham was standing behind her
in a dark blue button-down shirt and khaki pants. He pulled off his sunglasses
and placed them in his shirt pocket. In his right hand he had what looked like a
laptop bag.

“You again,” Miranda said as she reached for the doorknob. Even
though she knew it had locked she tried again. “I’m beginning to wonder if you
are stalking me.”

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 Promises In The Dark by Trixie Stilletto

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Heat

Genres: Contemporary/The Arts/BDSM (light)

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"4 HEARTS!...Trixie Stilletto builds a tale of behind-the-scenes
action when a star feels the glow start to fade. Pat could be anyone who's had
to give one hundred percent for years to stay on top. It would wear on anyone.
Geoff is one of those men who's unbelievably patient. He's been in love with Pat
for years but refused to step in when she had someone else. The two share an
erotic night where Geoff takes control out of Pat's hands and helps her realize
what she really wants in a lover and a friend. This is a fast-moving tale of
courage and risk-taking by a lover who cares more for the one he loves than
himself."-- Dee Dailey, The Romance Studio

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Blurb:

Rock
singer Pat Twain is in a funk. As if being cheated on isn’t bad enough, her
lousy ex-lover is also her manager. Make that ex-manager. Now that Pat’s fired
the lowlife, she’s hit a creative slump that’s affecting her music...and giving
the scumbag way more sway over her life than he deserves. So when a party offers
a much-needed distraction, she takes a chance on regaining a little control,
even if it means possibly running into her despicable ex.

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Excerpt:

...“You’ve forgotten what it means to let someone else take
control. You’re spoiled.”

“And you’re the man to change that?” Pat’s voice
was her instrument and she’d spent endless hours practicing. She could make her
voice and her lungs do just about anything she wanted. Now, she needed
steadiness and was pleased at the way her instrument reacted to her commands.
Inside, she was quivering with anticipation and, incredibly, desire. “I don’t
think so.”

Now his laugh was different, but it acted like an electric shock
to her nerves. There was no denying what his voice and intensity were doing to
her body. She was turned on. Her nipples were getting hard and her pussy wet.
She saw the way his gaze clawed over her body and she knew he could see the
evidence of her desire in the way her shirt, plastered against her nipples,
showed every detail. Thankfully he wouldn’t be able to tell how wet her thong
was. She studied his face, trying to discern something from behind his mask.
That’s the only reason she saw the way his nostrils twitch, as if he’d scented
something in the air. Suddenly she was certain he could tell she was wet as
well. But just because her body betrayed her didn’t mean her will would do the
same.

“Oh, you know I’m right. When is the last time a man has told you ‘no’?
When was the last time a man has told you he is the only one responsible for
your pleasure? When was the last time you gave someone control?”

Pat didn’t
know how to answer his questions. If she told the truth, she was afraid it would
change everything and she didn’t know if she could handle that. She did know,
however, that she hadn’t been this intrigued and—she could admit to
herself—aroused in longer than she could remember. She knew he wasn’t Sloan, but
his voice, the way it lowered in pitch on certain words and phrases, told her
what the mask and the change in posture and attitude had disguised. His voice
wasn’t his instrument, but it was one she knew as well as her own.

“And you
think you’re the man to do this, Geoff?”

There was a moment’s pause. Now that
she had blown the surprise, would the fantasy end? She wasn’t a hundred percent
certain she could handle the change, but she knew she wasn’t ready to end this
before it started.

“I’m not Geoff here. You must call me Master.” He removed
his mask.
Now the full import of what he was saying hit Pat. She looked at
Geoff and wondered how she had ever missed the signs before. There was no doubt
he was comfortable playing the role of Dom. The question was, could she play the
submissive? Pat bit her bottom lip as she considered all the ramifications of
this decision, not only on the personal front, but professionally as well.

He
held himself still, and Pat knew that if she walked out the door, she would
never have the chance to experience this side of Geoff again. Pat also had to
decide if she had what it took to stay and do as he commanded. That was the true
rub. Could she surrender all control to this man? She had never been able to do
so before.

Pat took a deep breath and made the biggest leap of faith in her
life.”

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Siren's Nocturne -- Darcy Abriel

Genres: Dark Fantasy / Paranormal /
Voyeurism / Exhibitionism / Public Places

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Siren's Nocturne!!
 
"...Otherworldly and unusual, Siren’s Nocturne is a
tale of unknown desires. This is not your typical romance as Siren’s Nocturne
shows us life from the other side, where a character accepts darkness with
little difficulty. Not your average love story, Siren’s Nocturne is for readers
who want something where Happily Ever After is answered in a different
way."--Lisa, Joyfully Reviewed
 
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Lucille
needs sex. Any way she can get it. She is a creature who thrives in the night.
Yet she’s human. More or less. Her ex-husband called her a nymphomaniac just
before he walked out on her. But Lucille knows there’s much more to her story
than a simple word defined in Webster’s. She has needs that can’t be assuaged by
one mortal man. And powers she doesn’t understand. Unfortunately, she hasn’t yet
determined exactly what to do about her dilemma. She may just find her answers
in the place she least expects.

Returning to her hometown of Roux, in the
pitch black of a tormented, sleepless night, Lucille’s acute senses detect sex
on the air. She’s a woman about to realize her sensual destiny in the form of
Etienne Pierpont, a seductive demon from her past, who is determined to finally
bring her over to the dark side to share his future. He has waited long enough
and tonight’s the night all will be revealed.
Hel’s erotic dominion awaits...


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EXCERPT:

...Etienne
whirled her around and folded her over the altar. He shoved her legs wide and
positioned her as though fashioning a piece of pliant clay. And she yielded to
him as though she knew exactly what he wanted, had submitted to him so many
times before. Felt his hands a thousand times, drive her to frenzy, to
passion.

She felt his hands at her wet opening and then she was penetrated.
She gasped at the quickness of the act.

“You remember this, don’t you,
Lucille?”

“Y-you hid the memories. I only know I would awaken with a ravenous
appetite for sex and Brad could never satisfy me quite enough. I think he knew
he never satisfied me. He accused me often enough of being a nymphomaniac.” She
thrust back against Etienne’s fingers. “It was you. All the time it was you who
fed me the appetite. All these years&ldots;why didn’t you make yourself
known to me? Why now?”

His fingers thrust in and out of her body and she
undulated her hips in counter rhythm with his actions. “You had to come to me. I
could not reveal myself until you returned of your own free will. But I could
not stay away. You belong to me. You belong with me.”

“But I’m human. And you
are not.”

“You are still part human. I did not claim you completely on that
night so long ago. But now...tell me you want me
forever.”

“Etienne, oh, merciful heaven.” Her eyelids fluttered downward as
one of his fingers brushed across her clitoris sending her over the
edge.

“It’s not heaven that will answer you, Lucille. It’s Hel.”

She was
hardly aware when his hands locked around her waist and lifted her onto the
altar. He turned her onto her back and spread her legs wide. Then he moved
between them, positioning the tip of his broad, marble cock at her
entrance.

Lucille gazed up at him. “Is this where you kill me?”

His dark
eyes gazed down at her as he breached her entrance. Her sheath stretched around
the knob of his thick penis, wooing him to enter her completely with the
slippery presence of her arousal so very evident.

“The sacrifice to Hel has
already been made. It will ease your journey through the final transition into
darkness.” Another inch of his hard flesh entered her.

He breathed into her
mouth, and instinctively she sucked the energy deep inside her body, letting it
infuse her. She looked up to discover the cold, emotionless eyes of Hel gazing
down at them. And then she gasped as Etienne plunged into her channel, burrowing
to the depths, achingly deep.

Lucille arched upward, taking all of him,
accepting, needing, devouring him. She gazed up at the ceiling, the angels and
demons danced together above her head, light flickering from the candles as
Etienne surged inside her.

“Breathe deeply, Lucille. Center yourself. Feel me
inside you, claiming what is mine.”

She closed her eyes and tried to do as he
commanded. Her breaths deepened, and she felt as though all that was toxic, all
that was human, left her body, each exhale pulled out the last speck of
humanness that remained inside her. And she released it willingly.

“Let
yourself rise up, Lucille. Allow the cleansing, accept the little death to be
born again into my world of darkness, to accept what is destined to
be.

Lucille felt herself floating high above her body. With each deep exhale,
with each thrust of penetration by Etienne, she felt more of herself liberated.
Suddenly she was weightless, drifting upward, light and airy without the burden
of her body.
She looked down upon the coupling taking place on the altar. In
a sense it was a sacrifice to Hel. She watched Etienne thrust again and again
into her body. All she felt was the pleasure, the fullness, the desire to remain
with him always. Sensations of dark and light battled inside her for control...


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Genres:
Romance/Paranormal Romance

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 A New Review for Bewitching
The Bachelor!!
 
"...a sweet, enticing tale that pulls you in from page
one and keeps you interested until the very last page. I really enjoyed the
interplay between Bianca and Luke. They love was real, and pure, and makes the
reader believe in magic...Ms. Calvin has taken an intriguing premise and turned
it into a fun novel. Lovers of the paranormal will want to snap this one
up."--Amelia, Joyfully Reviewed
 
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A
three-hundred-year-old curse placed on his family has Luke Hale searching
desperately for answers—before he becomes the next victim.

Bianca Honeywell,
a direct descendant of the witch who placed the curse, wants nothing more than
to find a way to put an end to the curse forever.

But Luke doesn't believe in
witches, curses, or magick. And Bianca doesn't trust any reporter—even one who
may be next in line to become a victim of the curse. Still, Luke and Bianca must
join forces—and learn to trust each other—before time runs out for both of
them...

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EXCERPT:

She scrambled to
right herself but their limbs were hopelessly tangled and every struggle only
seemed to bring them closer. Nose to nose, she felt his breath on her lips
again, and their eyes connected—his very dark, reflecting the moonlight, and
filled with shadowy secrets that tickled her curiosity and made something hot
unfurl deep in her abdomen.

Her heart punched hard in her chest and she
wondered if he could feel it—a prospect that brought fresh heat to her
cheeks.

He opened his mouth, his lips a whisper away from hers, and hoarsely
managed, “Can’t...breathe...”

Gasping in embarrassment, she
rolled off him, an apology squeezing past her tight throat. “I’m
s-sorry... Are you...?” Her voice was shrill, anxious, and she
wasn’t sure what had her feeling worse, embarrassment or annoyance.

Had she
asked to be rescued from a harmless garden snake?

He lay there, bringing a
hand to his mid-section. “I...think I’m okay.”

Bianca slipped shaky
fingers through her hair, then smoothed her disheveled dress. When she finally
found her voice, her tone was sharper than she intended.

“Why did you do
that!”

“To save you from the snake, of course.” His winded expression gave
way to a sheepish grin. “I have this...thing...about snakes.” He
paused, cleared his throat, and then confessed, with unabashed resolve, “I don’t
like them.”

“His name’s Hugo, and he’s a harmless garden snake. Not a
bloodthirsty anaconda.”

“Oh.” He rolled his eyes, chuckling, then winced,
shutting them tight. “Damn... I think I cracked a rib.”

“Oh,
please! I’m not that heavy,” she huffed, folding her arms and eyeing him
skeptically.

“Seriously. It hurts.”

Bianca gently placed a hand over the
right side of his chest, then the left, feeling a dull ache in her own ribs.
Knowing then, she breathed a sigh of relief. “You’re fine. No break, just
bruising.”

He opened one eye. “You a doctor?”

It was hard not to laugh at
his unmasked skepticism. “Luke, you’re fine.” When his distrusting gaze
narrowed, she groaned irritably. “Fine. Come on. I think Doctor Moss is still
here. You can have him look at it.” Pushing to her feet, she extended a hand.
“But I think we should wager a bet. If I’m right, you owe me—”
He took the
hand she offered.

Bianca froze. The instant they touched, she felt it. Hot
and cold. Sick and strong. Crazy and sane. The storm of mixed emotions and
sensations weakened her knees and stole the air from her lungs. Her head spun.
Every heartbeat was an explosion inside of her chest that sent shards of
apprehension slicing through her.
Her visions came that way sometimes. Not
always with such force, but occasionally that way. Other times what she could
see came gently floating in, like a daydream, then filtering back out. The
sensation of being, without the shock of what it was.

This time, it was
merciless. The experience yanked Bianca out of reality, then cast her into
another place and time. It happened so abruptly, she felt her knees buckle. The
woozy feeling she associated with blacking out washed over her in thick
waves.

Then, suddenly, there was the rope. She felt it, coarse around her
neck, tearing into her delicate skin. With dull realization, Bianca knew it was
fastened to the branch of a tree.

She heard the preacher’s voice and the
murmur of fervent prayer from the crowd. She felt panic, pain, and fear, aware
that it was the end. Her end.

The smell of sweaty horses, powerful and rank,
filled her nostrils. The metallic taste of blood seeped into her mouth and
turned her stomach, forcing Bianca to swallow back bile that was foamy and
rancid.

Her breasts and womb ached, but not more than her heart. She knew
then the bittersweet joy of bearing a child and feeding the babe from her own
breast. Of the passionate attachment that kind of magic brought a woman. How a
love so powerful meant having to give up her only child, to be raised in secret,
to be safe from harm. Knowing she would never see her precious daughter
again&ldots;
The only thing stronger than that love was her fury. It
coursed through her, blistering and wild, when she saw the man. Tall and
strapping, dark and handsome, his eyes were shadowed by the hat on his head. He
stood with a dark-haired plain woman dressed in the colors of her colony and
their two children, who watched in sadness and horror.

Bianca was paralyzed
with the pain of betrayal. Like a hot blade, it sliced straight through her
heart. The agony made her welcome death with stunning relief.
She heard
someone bellow, “Hang the witch!”

And everything went
black...

Slowly the herb and floral scents of her own garden filtered
in, nudging away the smell of horses and the stench of death. She looked down.
Luke’s hand still clasped hers, though she had yet to help him to his feet. He
watched her with a bewildered gaze, his eyes dark, piercing.

Bianca released
his hand, gaping in stunned silence from her palm to his face. Her stomach
pitched and her heart thrummed in her throat. She felt breathless and
dizzy.

Finally, when she could speak again, the words were forced past a
tight throat. They sounded harsh, panicked and reproachful, but she spoke them
anyway.
Holding fast to his gaze, her pulse throbbing madly, she demanded,
“Who the hell are you and what do you want?”

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Amber Heat -
A Rogue's Redemption -- Jennifer Colgan

Genres: Historical / Pirate / Action
/ Adventure / BDSM / Series

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Rogue's Redemption!!
 
"4 ROSES!...an engaging story about a fallen women
who finds redemption in the eyes of two unlikely men. This story exemplifies how
the power of love can totally change someone's perspective of themselves and the
world. Don't get it twisted though because this story has s/m scenes that make
you want to be tied up and taken.Not to mention every girl's fantasy of having
two, hot twins at their sexual beck and call...good story and you will enjoy
it."--Lakisha, A Romance Review
 
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Fallon
Robard, captain of the all-female crew of the Gabrielle, made her most difficult
decision when she abandoned young lovers Rhea Galant and Lord Sheppard York on a
deserted island after Sheppard’s father refused to pay the ransom for his
kidnapped son. Now, months later, Sheppard’s older brothers, Jacob and Jon, have
tracked down Fallon.

The handsome twins seek to avenge their brother’s
suffering and demand Fallon repent her crimes. When faced with punishment at the
hands of two masterful men, will Fallon get more than she bargained for, or just
what she deserves?
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EXCERPT:

...Both
men wanted her. She’d tasted Jacob’s desire in his kiss and now used that
sensual memory to her advantage. Her nipples were already hard when she shrugged
out of her shirt and let it drop to the floor. Jon’s lust was less subtle than
his brother’s. His guileless eyes hid nothing. Nor did his tight breeches, which
bulged already in front with an impressive erection.

Fallon smiled and
flicked her curious gaze over Jon’s share of the York family jewels. Naked to
the waist now, she turned her back and flung her hair over her shoulder, knowing
it would hide her upper body like a gilded curtain.

With sinuous movements
she slid her trousers down her legs and daintily stepped out of them. Oddly
enough, the sound Jon made was identical to Jacob’s primal growl. Pleased with
his reaction, she retrieved the dress without turning around and put it on,
careful to keep her movements slow. When she finally faced him, his heavy-lidded
gaze traveled up from her bare toes to her breasts like an illicit caress.

“I
haven’t worn this in years. I’d forgotten how good it feels on my
skin.”
“Hmm. Turn around again.”

“Ah. You like the rear view better?” She
gave him a jaunty wink and complied. Her skin tingled, and beneath the flowing
silk her naked sex grew damp. Would he touch her? She’d already decided either
man could have her. She’d certainly bedded worse specimens of the male species.
Fucking Jacob or Jon York would be far less unpleasant than most, especially if
it would earn her freedom.

Her knees grew weak when she felt the heat of him
at her back. His breath stirred her hair, sending goose bumps down her spine
from her nape to her tailbone.
Her anus clenched and her clit pulsed. Do it.
Bend me over and take me. You know you want to, and you know you’re only playing
at being a highborn gentleman.

As if he’d heard her silent plea, he put his
hands on her shoulders, and she stifled a moan. Warm fingers slid down her arms
to her wrists, and just when she thought he might twine his fingers with hers,
he yanked her arms behind her back. Familiar silken cords wound around her
wrists, and he pulled them tight.

“Just so you don’t attempt to throw
yourself overboard,” he whispered as he pulled her around to face him.

Fallon
rolled her eyes. Part of her had fully expected to be bound. It was the part
that actually felt relieved that she detested. How could she find pleasure in
this? Knowing there was nothing she could do but obey the commands of her two
dubious masters should have made her furious. Instead, it aroused her.

She
trembled with indignation, and Jon noticed. He brushed a stray curl from her
brow and smiled. “Don’t worry. I’ve made Jacob promise not to hurt you, if you
tell him what he wants to know.”

Fallon jerked away from Jon’s gentle touch
and blew out a heated breath. “I supposed he’ll have to hurt me then, because
I’ll die before I give him what he wants...”

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