Hostage I NEVER KNEW WHEN HE’D COME TO ME. ONLY THAT HE WOULD. I’d never even kissed a boy the night I met Stone. The night I saw him kill. The night he spared my life. That was only the beginning. He turns up in my car again and again, dangerous and full of raw power. “Drive,” he tells me, and I have no choice. He’s a criminal with burning green eyes, invading my life and my dreams. The police say he’s dangerously obsessed with me, but I’m the one who can’t stop thinking about him. Maybe it’s wrong to let him touch me. Maybe it’s wrong to touch him back. Maybe these twisted dates need to stop. Except he feels like the only real thing in my world of designer labels and mansions. So I drive us under threat, until it’s hard to remember I don’t want to be there. Until it’s too late to turn back. HOSTAGE is a dangerous standalone romance by New York Times bestselling authors Skye Warren and Annika Martin. It’s set in the same world as PRISONER, but can read separately! -- EXCERPT: A calm comes over me. “Are you going to kill me, too?” “So far, you haven’t shown you can follow orders very well, have you?” “I won’t tell on you,” I blurt out. He snorts. We’re heading west, out of the city. The party seems like a million years ago. They’ll be sitting down for dinner now. Wondering where I am. Will they think I left? The man’s face is in shadows. Streetlamps flash over his face as the van moves along, revealing a nose carved out of granite and a strong jaw. I wouldn’t call him handsome. He’s too rough-hewn for that, like someone forgot to sand over the angles. “Please—” “Be quiet.” His soft menace is directed at me this time. I shrink in my seat. We’re going into a run-down suburb, Westdale or Ferndale or something, a place with a lot of little tiny box homes. It’s a place I never go. We wind through the streets, deeper and deeper. It’s hard to even look at him. That means acknowledging what’s happening to me. This is real. I may never make it out of this alive. That’s what I think when I turn my head to the side, glance at him from beneath low lashes. Which makes his gray Henley and dark-wash jeans seem way too ordinary. If this were the day I was going to die, wouldn’t he be wearing something more dramatic? But that’s just wishful thinking from my panicked mind. He can hurt me wearing anything. I’m so deep in danger it’s hard to breathe. He slows on a far block and turns. The van headlights hit overgrown weeds and the charred remains of a house. The place burned at one time, long ago. He circles around and goes into the alley behind it. He shoves it into park and does something to the wires that make it shut off. He turns to me. “I’m gonna get out and deal with this guy. If you move out of this seat, I’ll kill you. And if, by some miracle, you manage to get away, I’m going to kill everybody you called on this phone in the last month. Can you guess how? I’ll give you a hint. A meat hook is involved.” I suck in a breath. He doesn’t bother to wait for my answer. He gets out, yanks open the back door, and drags the man out—I can tell by the thuds. More punching sounds come from behind the van. The groans and garbled pleas sound worse and worse. I huddle in my seat, listening to a man get beaten to death. Bile rises up in my throat. I have only a few seconds to decide what to do—throw up in the van or throw up outside. He’s told me not to leave. He’s threatened my life, threatened to snap my neck. But I have an entire lifetime of my mother’s voice in my head. I have sixteen years of decorum forcing me to fumble for the door handle and push my way out. I make it two feet away before dropping to my hands and knees and throwing up in the weeds behind the place. For all I know, he’ll kill me for this. For all I know, he’d have killed me for doing this in the van. He’s insane. There’s not much that lands on the ground. A bottle of smartwater and some strawberries don’t leave a lot to vomit, but my stomach still heaves again and again until I’m sore, until I’m choking on bile, wrung dry. I sit back on my feet, wiping my face, panting, one hand on the rough concrete, head down. The sounds back there have changed. There’s this grunting and a grinding sound, then a crack. It makes me want to throw up all over again. If he’s going to kill me, I’d rather not see it coming. I guess I hope he does it fast. That’s what they always say in movies. I hear a thump in the back of the van and then the sound of the door shutting. Footsteps coming toward me. I force my breathing to slow. He’s behind me. I stay still. “You’ve never seen shit like this, have you?” he asks, his voice almost conversational. It makes me shiver, how he can sound so normal after killing a man. My voice is low. “No.” “You’ve only seen—what? Parties? Fancy shit?” There’s judgment in his voice and something else. Curiosity? I can use that. I have to use that, because it’s the only tool I have. I sit back on my knees, brushing my hands against each other to wipe off the gravel. My white and pink dress is stained with blood and dirt. My cell phone is in his pocket. If I want to survive this, I need to persuade him to let me go. “Parties,” I force myself to say in agreement. Make him see you as a person. “Tonight was my birthday party.” He doesn’t say anything. I look up at him. His face is cast in shadows by the moon. Demonic. Unforgiving. I wonder how I look to him, down on the ground in a dirty alley. “Please just let me go back there,” I whisper. “Nobody has to know.” He lowers to his haunches and brushes a strand of slick hair from my face. His thumb lingers on my cheek, brushing over my skin. “You’re right,” he says, voice musing. “No one saw me take you. No one even knew I was there. No one has to know.” “What does that mean?” I whisper. He stands, sucking in a ragged breath. My heart pounds as his eyes move over me. I’ve never felt so helpless, so alone. I’m a sacrifice, kneeling at the feet of a beautiful, brutal demon. Author Bio: Skye Warren is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance. For those new to her work, consider the following bestselling series... ★ Experience the dark glamour and forbidden love of the Stripped series. The mafia romance prequel TOUGH LOVE is free! ★ Meet the gritty and dangerous men of Chicago Underground... start reading for free with book one, ROUGH. ★ Fall in love with the sexy modern fairy tale the Beauty series, starting with Beauty Touched the Beast. “This is the story I’ve been dying for, and it’s a story I never expected. Beautifully layered, romantic and sexy, Skye Warren delivers a complex story of fierce loyalty, absolution, and endless love. The writing in this book is as breathtaking as the story is unforgettable. I absolutely loved it. ” – Angie and Jessica’s Dreamy Reads Don't miss a release! Sign up for the newsletter to find out about new releases and sales: Annika Martin: GIVEAWAY!
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January in Atlantis When Poseidon’s elite warriors gear up to train a new generation of fighters, they have no idea that Atlantean Queen Riley has secretly taken on a new role: Matchmaker. By the end of the year, she plans to find soul mates for all twelve of Atlantis’s fiercest warriors . . . . . . whether they like it or not. Twelve all-new adventures in the hotly anticipated world of Poseidon’s Warriors, coming once a month from New York Times bestselling author Alyssa Day. These books are sexy, romantic, and wickedly addictive —welcome to 2018! And welcome to: A Year in Atlantis Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo
Author Bio: Alyssa Day is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than forty novels filled with kissing, laughter, mystery and magic. Alyssa’s paranormal series include the Poseidon’s Warriors and Cardinal Witches paranormal romances and the Tiger’s Eye Mysteries paranormal mysteries. Her many awards include Romance Writers of America’s prestigious RITA award for outstanding romance fiction, and the RT Reviewer’s Choice Award for Best Paranormal Romance novel of 2012. Her books have been translated into a zillion languages, but she’s still holding out for Klingon. You can hang out with her on Facebook and Twitter where she talks about her rescue dogs and her future pug ranch, and her blog, where she talks openly about her struggles with depression and hosts Mental Health Check In Fridays (www.alyssaday.com/blog). She currently lives somewhere near an ocean with her Navy Guy husband, two kids, and any number of rescue dogs. Website / Facebook / Twitter / Instagram GIVEAWAY!
Title: Tapping Out
Series: A Fighting Love Novel
Author: Nikki Ash
Genre: MMA Romance/Stand Alone
Release Date: January 27, 2018
Being a fighter is in my blood. My grandfather was a fighter, my father was a fighter, and I'm a fighter. I live for the rush of adrenaline and sensation of victory. When I fight, I give it my all. I step into the octagon and I fight until there's nothing left to fight for.
He's been my best friend for most of my life. I've fought with him, fought against him, and for the longest time I fought for him, for us. Until he pushed me away, leaving me no choice but to tap-out.
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Fighting is what saved me. It shed the old me and I became a newer shinier version of myself. Until it took away everything I loved. I gave up and tapped out.
Then one day, she came back into my life and reminded me that some things in life are worth fighting for. Now I'm fighting for us, day by day, proving to her that our happily ever after is worth fighting for.
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Two lines mean pregnant. One line means not.
Two lines. Pregnant.
One line. Not.
I sit on the edge of the tub in the bathroom with the door locked. My head is down as I stare at the tiled floor. There are thirty-four tiles. One is cracked. The grout is dirty. I should buy better cleaning supplies. The test said three minutes. It’s probably been closer to ten but I can’t look. Will the test still be accurate if I don’t look right away? Maybe I should take another one just in case.
Two lines and my life changes.
One line and nothing changes.
“Bella! You have been in there forever. Are we still going to dinner? The shower isn’t even running. Gina is going to be here any minute.” When I don’t respond, Tristan knocks on the door, again. “Bella!”
“I’ll be out in a minute,” I yell through the door praying he can’t hear the tremble in my voice. If he knows I’m freaking out, he will without a doubt force his way in here to find out what’s going on, and right now, Tristan is probably the last person I want knowing what’s going on.
Taking a deep breath, I stand up and walk slowly toward the counter silently praying for one line, like praying now is going to make a difference, like if I pray right this second, the results will miraculously change in my favor. The second line will just disappear and all will be right with the world. Maybe I don’t need a miracle. Maybe there’s only one line. Maybe I am freaking out over nothing. I swear to God if there’s only one line, I am getting on birth control today! Not that I’ll need it, because if I’m not pregnant, I’m never having sex again! Ok, maybe not never again but not anytime in the near future.
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. After holding it in for a few seconds, I let out a slow exhale. Nope, doesn’t work, I’m still freaking out. I open my eyes and stare at the test.
Nikki Ash resides in South Florida where she is an English teacher and mom by day and a writer by night. When she’s not writing, you can find her with a book in her hand. From the Boxcar Children to Wuthering Heights to the latest Single Parent Romance, she has lived and breathed every type of book.
Reading is like breathing in, writing is like breathing out. - Pam Allyn
While reading and writing are her passions, her two children are her entire world. You can probably find them at a Disney park before you would find them at home on the weekends!
Title: Neesa: The Original Reality Series #1
Author: Dina Haynes
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 25, 2018
It’s been three years since my last breakup and it was a doozy. I don't want to embarrass myself, but I’ll be honest. I was stupid. And blind. I suffered a nervous breakdown and thus reset my standards for perfection. I can’t afford to make the same mistake again.
Enter Reuben. I like him. He likes me. He has stalker tendencies. Strike one. By his own admission, he’s a player of women. Strike two. Plus, I’ve seen his jealous side. That’s three strikes, but I can’t. Stop. Myself. When his broken soul whispers to my broken heart, a new language is born.
This Netflix-and-chill era is made for guys like Reuben. Hired to investigate Neesa, he stumbles upon an unpicked flower in a city full of them, and he’s relished more than his fill. All of them empty encounters that left him jonesing for his next fix.
Not with Neesa. The more she resists his charms, the more he fights to earn her love. But, first, he’ll have to confess a secret. One with consequences dire enough to shatter his world. And hers.
We call the heroes in our favorite romances "book boyfriends" for a reason; we want to be in the heroine's shoes. Dina Haynes has come up with a new kind of novel to make you the star of a crafted fictional story with the hero of your dreams. Neesa is the first. Will you be next? Sign up now at http://bit.ly/RealityBookSeries
Dina Haynes cheated on her lackluster acting career in favor of doing more "character" work and has been writing contemporary and paranormal romance ever since. She lives in the bustling city of Los Angeles where potential characters pop off the streets and land in her pages. Follow her on social media—she likes it—via FaceBook, Instagram, Twitter, and Goodreads. And visit her website, dinahaynes.com.
Just Say (Hell) No Even a hard man needs a soft side. Marko Sendoa isn’t a beach man. He’s not an Auckland man. He’s a hard man. Born Basque, raised in the heart of New Zealand’s Southern Alps, and bred on hard work, discipline, and getting the job done. It’s not easy for a rugby flanker to make it to age 32 at the top of his game, but he’s done it. Next year is the Rugby World Cup, and he’ll do whatever it takes to be on the field in the black jersey when the anthems are sung. He doesn’t need a kitten. He’s getting them anyway. Author Bio: Rosalind James writes contemporary romance and romantic suspense published both by Montlake Romance and independently. Her stories are set in New Zealand, Idaho, California, New York . . . really, anyplace that seems cool. (Research trips, especially those involving lots of rugby, are a bonus.) Her books are available in ebook, paperback, and audio formats. Rosalind is a former marketing executive who spent several years in Australia and New Zealand, where she fell in love with the people, the landscape, and the culture of both countries. She attributes her rapid success to the fact that "Lots of people would like to escape to New Zealand! I know I did!" Website / Goodreads / Facebook / Twitter
Title: Unwanted
Author: Leigh Lennon
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 26, 2018
Blurb
Emma
A baby is all I've ever wanted.
After almost dying on the operating table,
I despise everything about motherhood,
especially the little girl I brought into this world.
It makes me sound awful; hell; I am awful.
How can I make myself fall in love with a baby
I feel no attachment to?
Tyler
I donât recognize my wife anymore.
When I thought I might lose Emma during our babyâs delivery;
she survived only to reject the baby I love so much.
When I hold this baby, I fully understand unconditional love.
How do I make the woman I love want this little girl I would move heaven and earth for.
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Emma:
I open the door to the guest quarters where we are staying this weekend, and I donât see him, but his luggage is in the middle of the little apartment. I hear the faucet in the bathroom turn on, then off. The door opens, and out walks my Tyler. He seems to have gained a touch of weight, but it looks good on him, and his hair is very short. His eyes meet mine, and he stops in front of his luggage. He comes to me, but it only takes me a second until I kick the door shut and take off my shirt and he has my bra unlatched.
I donât say a word to him, and only crash my mouth to his, while I unbuckle the belt on his jeans. Within record time, his pants are off, and his large hands are around me, cupping my ass. He has always been an ass man, but when he trails his fingertips down my back, massaging my butt slow and deep, my core is instantly wet. I need to feel him inside me, and we still have not talked. I pull back and say, âHi, you.â With a big smile, I move his one hand to the front of me, giving him access to my pussy. As much as he loves my ass, he loves my pussy too. He falls to his knees, looking up at me.
âHi, to you too,â he says as his mouth finds its way to my core. Iâm so wet that all he has to do is touch my inner folds with his tongue and I could cream on him. My hands find their way to his dark hair, and Iâm rubbing his head, moaning. âFuck, Ems. You are so wet.â
âWhat can I say, I fucking missed you. I wonât last long, Ty. Make me come and do it now.â He always loved my bossiness, and it doesnât seem to have changed. His tongue works its way, circling my clit, and Iâm glad he has not forgotten what makes me hot and bothered. It takes less than thirty seconds, and I hold onto him for dear life as my entire body spasms. âFuck, Ty. I missed your tongue.â
Standing up, he crashes his lips to mine, and when his tongue collides with me, I can taste myself on him. âI fucking taste great,â I say.
âYes, you do.â He agrees with me, taking my hand as we find our way to the bedroom. Pulling the blankets back, he places me on the bed, sliding in next to me. âAs much as I need to be in you, Ems, I need to take you in.â Settling under the blankets, he pulls them back again as he searches my body up and down. âI want to sit here, holding you for now.â
âOkay, I can agree with that.â With a mischievous look on my face, I continue, âYour dick had better be inside me in the next ten minutes.â
He wears a cheesy smile while I ask, âWhat?â
âI missed your bossy little mouth more than I can tell you.â Heâs pulling my hair back, looking at me intently as if his gaze would burn a hole in my soul. âShit, Ems, I knew I missed you, but it all hit me right now how incomplete my life is without you.â Placing his hand on my cheek, he strokes my face gently. âBabe, you look good. I mean, I see a little of my old Ems in you right now, and it gives me hope.â
Rising on my elbow and placing my hand on his chest, I feel a tear run down my cheek. âFuck, Ty, Iâm so sorry. I mean, why are you still with me after all the shit I pulled? I put you through so much and here you are.â
âEms, I would walk over broken glass for you. Donât you know that by now?â he asks, kissing my forehead. Tyler pulls me close. âEms, our problems will still find us tomorrow, but for now, all I want is to make love to my wife.â He is right, and for that very reason, we fall onto the bed, in a tangled heap, as he ravages my entire body.
Tyler:
Emmaâs hand finds mine, leading me to our bedroom. She hasnât initiated any affection toward me in a long time. More so, her touch stops me. It is the gentle Emma touch I fell in love with years ago. Turning to her as we enter our room, I see something in her eyes that I havenât seen in ages. âEms?â I ask as I desperately want to touch her too. Fuck, do I want to touch her.
âTy,â is all she says to give me the permission I need; by the way her eyes water and her mouth shows just a hint of a smile, one that has been missing from my wifeâs face forever, and I melt. It is less than a second, if that, before I crash my mouth to hers. Her hand instantly finds my hardness, and without thinking, I grab her as she wraps her legs around my waist. âTy, I need you.â
She takes the words out of my mouth because at this very moment, I have not needed anything as much as I do her now. Once we are wrapped in each otherâs arms, the postpartum, the guilt she feels with Aspen, the attempted suicide, the fact sheâs leaving for LA soonâit all fades away.
I place her gently on her back. Crawling onto the bed, I straddle her, taking in the sight of my wife. Over the years, her almost raven-colored hair has become a touch lighter, her deep jet black eyes still captivate me, but it is her smile, the way she tweaks her mouth just enough to look both fucking sexy and innocent all at the same time. In her smile, I can forget everything that is against us. Right now, all the shit we have in our past and ahead of us fades, and Iâm left with only my wife.
âEms, I have fucking missed you so much! You are my world.â
âTy, Iâm so sorry.â Hell, now sheâs crying. I canât have that ruining this moment, when the same Emma I fell in love with years ago is back with me.
âShh, babe, Iâm here. Iâm yours. Iâm going nowhere. See, as much as you have tried to push me away, Iâm here.â
Again, she smiles, and this time, when it reaches her eyes, Iâm a goner. The things she can do to my heart and, well, other parts of my body leave me speechless. I push her hair out of her eyes and kiss every part of her face, wiping away the tears. After that, I need to be inside of her and have the urge to take Emma roughly. And though I know she loves it when I ravage her, taking her deep and hard, she needs soft and sweet right now.
Standing up briefly, I yank her yoga pants off her while she tries to take care of her shirt and bra. Stopping her, I simply say, âI want to soak in every moment, Ems. Let me do that.â Again, she smiles at me, and my heart is truly hers again. Not that I ever wanted to admit defeat with us, but sheâs giving me a glimmer of hope, one I havenât had since Aspen was born.
I bring Emma up to me and pull her simple black top over her head and reach behind her to unclasp her bra in one fluid motion, something I have been known for. She laughs. âYou havenât lost your move, there, buddy,â she says with a bit of a flirt in her voice. The rasp in her tone is exactly how I remember her when sheâs turned on. Oh, how I have missed that rasp.
âNever, babe,â I say as I urgently undress. But she stands, taking control. She slowly unbuckles my belt. Taking it from the loops very slowly, she draws out the need and the desire I have to plunge into my wife right now. But I give her this control. She needs something that is hers. As she reveals my skin millimeter by millimeter, her smile grows.
âFuck, Ty, your body is like that of an Olympic god.â She has used this little tagline for as long as I can remember. The rasp of her voice causes my dick to stir. It has a mind of its own, and like me, Emma owns it.
I push her back gently and crawl on top of her now that both of us are naked.
Taking her large D cup boobs in my mouth, I massage the nipple with my tongue as a slight moan escapes from her. Wow, Iâm turned on when I massage the other nipple with my hand, squeezing the tit with my fingers. Her hand moves to my erection, pumping it the way I like.
Before she can demand entrance, I drop my head between her legs and open those sweet lips. My head finds its way to her wet pussy, and my tongue finds that sweet spot only I know when it comes to my Emma. She starts to writhe, but the second my free hand touches her stomach, she calms at my touch, allowing her the ability to enjoy the upcoming orgasm. The more I work her clit with my tongue, the more I can feel her release building. In a matter of seconds, sheâs pushed over the edge and comes all over my face. I canât help but lap up every drop of her.
I donât give her any time to think, though, as now Iâm in front of her face. Her greedy little pussy is waiting for my entrance, and I donât disappoint. I ram into her hard, and she smiles that sexy fucking smile again, but then I slow. I want to relish every little movement I make inside her.
Looking deep into the black irises of hers, I realize I love her more, more than I care to admit and more than I ever thought possible. This time, Emma has given me hope.
Now that we are finally together after our time apart, we move in motion as if we were never apart. I grab her face, moving slowly and methodically, relishing every second Iâm with my wife. I make her look in my eyes, and I continue to soak her in and burn this to memory.
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Leigh Lennon is mother, veteran and a wife of a cancer survivor. Originally with a degree in education, she started writing as an outlet that has led to a deep passion. She lugs her computer with her as she crafts her next story. Her imaginary friends become real on her pages as she creates a world for them. She loves pretty nails, spikey hair and large earrings. Leigh can be found drinking coffee or wine, depending on the time of the day.
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Title: Unwanted
Author: Leigh Lennon
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 26, 2018
Blurb
Emma
A baby is all I've ever wanted.
After almost dying on the operating table,
I despise everything about motherhood,
especially the little girl I brought into this world.
It makes me sound awful; hell; I am awful.
How can I make myself fall in love with a baby
I feel no attachment to?
Tyler
I donât recognize my wife anymore.
When I thought I might lose Emma during our babyâs delivery;
she survived only to reject the baby I love so much.
When I hold this baby, I fully understand unconditional love.
How do I make the woman I love want this little girl I would move heaven and earth for.
Purchase Links
99c for release day only!
Free in Kindle Unlimited
Excerpt
Emma:
I open the door to the guest quarters where we are staying this weekend, and I donât see him, but his luggage is in the middle of the little apartment. I hear the faucet in the bathroom turn on, then off. The door opens, and out walks my Tyler. He seems to have gained a touch of weight, but it looks good on him, and his hair is very short. His eyes meet mine, and he stops in front of his luggage. He comes to me, but it only takes me a second until I kick the door shut and take off my shirt and he has my bra unlatched.
I donât say a word to him, and only crash my mouth to his, while I unbuckle the belt on his jeans. Within record time, his pants are off, and his large hands are around me, cupping my ass. He has always been an ass man, but when he trails his fingertips down my back, massaging my butt slow and deep, my core is instantly wet. I need to feel him inside me, and we still have not talked. I pull back and say, âHi, you.â With a big smile, I move his one hand to the front of me, giving him access to my pussy. As much as he loves my ass, he loves my pussy too. He falls to his knees, looking up at me.
âHi, to you too,â he says as his mouth finds its way to my core. Iâm so wet that all he has to do is touch my inner folds with his tongue and I could cream on him. My hands find their way to his dark hair, and Iâm rubbing his head, moaning. âFuck, Ems. You are so wet.â
âWhat can I say, I fucking missed you. I wonât last long, Ty. Make me come and do it now.â He always loved my bossiness, and it doesnât seem to have changed. His tongue works its way, circling my clit, and Iâm glad he has not forgotten what makes me hot and bothered. It takes less than thirty seconds, and I hold onto him for dear life as my entire body spasms. âFuck, Ty. I missed your tongue.â
Standing up, he crashes his lips to mine, and when his tongue collides with me, I can taste myself on him. âI fucking taste great,â I say.
âYes, you do.â He agrees with me, taking my hand as we find our way to the bedroom. Pulling the blankets back, he places me on the bed, sliding in next to me. âAs much as I need to be in you, Ems, I need to take you in.â Settling under the blankets, he pulls them back again as he searches my body up and down. âI want to sit here, holding you for now.â
âOkay, I can agree with that.â With a mischievous look on my face, I continue, âYour dick had better be inside me in the next ten minutes.â
He wears a cheesy smile while I ask, âWhat?â
âI missed your bossy little mouth more than I can tell you.â Heâs pulling my hair back, looking at me intently as if his gaze would burn a hole in my soul. âShit, Ems, I knew I missed you, but it all hit me right now how incomplete my life is without you.â Placing his hand on my cheek, he strokes my face gently. âBabe, you look good. I mean, I see a little of my old Ems in you right now, and it gives me hope.â
Rising on my elbow and placing my hand on his chest, I feel a tear run down my cheek. âFuck, Ty, Iâm so sorry. I mean, why are you still with me after all the shit I pulled? I put you through so much and here you are.â
âEms, I would walk over broken glass for you. Donât you know that by now?â he asks, kissing my forehead. Tyler pulls me close. âEms, our problems will still find us tomorrow, but for now, all I want is to make love to my wife.â He is right, and for that very reason, we fall onto the bed, in a tangled heap, as he ravages my entire body.
Tyler:
Emmaâs hand finds mine, leading me to our bedroom. She hasnât initiated any affection toward me in a long time. More so, her touch stops me. It is the gentle Emma touch I fell in love with years ago. Turning to her as we enter our room, I see something in her eyes that I havenât seen in ages. âEms?â I ask as I desperately want to touch her too. Fuck, do I want to touch her.
âTy,â is all she says to give me the permission I need; by the way her eyes water and her mouth shows just a hint of a smile, one that has been missing from my wifeâs face forever, and I melt. It is less than a second, if that, before I crash my mouth to hers. Her hand instantly finds my hardness, and without thinking, I grab her as she wraps her legs around my waist. âTy, I need you.â
She takes the words out of my mouth because at this very moment, I have not needed anything as much as I do her now. Once we are wrapped in each otherâs arms, the postpartum, the guilt she feels with Aspen, the attempted suicide, the fact sheâs leaving for LA soonâit all fades away.
I place her gently on her back. Crawling onto the bed, I straddle her, taking in the sight of my wife. Over the years, her almost raven-colored hair has become a touch lighter, her deep jet black eyes still captivate me, but it is her smile, the way she tweaks her mouth just enough to look both fucking sexy and innocent all at the same time. In her smile, I can forget everything that is against us. Right now, all the shit we have in our past and ahead of us fades, and Iâm left with only my wife.
âEms, I have fucking missed you so much! You are my world.â
âTy, Iâm so sorry.â Hell, now sheâs crying. I canât have that ruining this moment, when the same Emma I fell in love with years ago is back with me.
âShh, babe, Iâm here. Iâm yours. Iâm going nowhere. See, as much as you have tried to push me away, Iâm here.â
Again, she smiles, and this time, when it reaches her eyes, Iâm a goner. The things she can do to my heart and, well, other parts of my body leave me speechless. I push her hair out of her eyes and kiss every part of her face, wiping away the tears. After that, I need to be inside of her and have the urge to take Emma roughly. And though I know she loves it when I ravage her, taking her deep and hard, she needs soft and sweet right now.
Standing up briefly, I yank her yoga pants off her while she tries to take care of her shirt and bra. Stopping her, I simply say, âI want to soak in every moment, Ems. Let me do that.â Again, she smiles at me, and my heart is truly hers again. Not that I ever wanted to admit defeat with us, but sheâs giving me a glimmer of hope, one I havenât had since Aspen was born.
I bring Emma up to me and pull her simple black top over her head and reach behind her to unclasp her bra in one fluid motion, something I have been known for. She laughs. âYou havenât lost your move, there, buddy,â she says with a bit of a flirt in her voice. The rasp in her tone is exactly how I remember her when sheâs turned on. Oh, how I have missed that rasp.
âNever, babe,â I say as I urgently undress. But she stands, taking control. She slowly unbuckles my belt. Taking it from the loops very slowly, she draws out the need and the desire I have to plunge into my wife right now. But I give her this control. She needs something that is hers. As she reveals my skin millimeter by millimeter, her smile grows.
âFuck, Ty, your body is like that of an Olympic god.â She has used this little tagline for as long as I can remember. The rasp of her voice causes my dick to stir. It has a mind of its own, and like me, Emma owns it.
I push her back gently and crawl on top of her now that both of us are naked.
Taking her large D cup boobs in my mouth, I massage the nipple with my tongue as a slight moan escapes from her. Wow, Iâm turned on when I massage the other nipple with my hand, squeezing the tit with my fingers. Her hand moves to my erection, pumping it the way I like.
Before she can demand entrance, I drop my head between her legs and open those sweet lips. My head finds its way to her wet pussy, and my tongue finds that sweet spot only I know when it comes to my Emma. She starts to writhe, but the second my free hand touches her stomach, she calms at my touch, allowing her the ability to enjoy the upcoming orgasm. The more I work her clit with my tongue, the more I can feel her release building. In a matter of seconds, sheâs pushed over the edge and comes all over my face. I canât help but lap up every drop of her.
I donât give her any time to think, though, as now Iâm in front of her face. Her greedy little pussy is waiting for my entrance, and I donât disappoint. I ram into her hard, and she smiles that sexy fucking smile again, but then I slow. I want to relish every little movement I make inside her.
Looking deep into the black irises of hers, I realize I love her more, more than I care to admit and more than I ever thought possible. This time, Emma has given me hope.
Now that we are finally together after our time apart, we move in motion as if we were never apart. I grab her face, moving slowly and methodically, relishing every second Iâm with my wife. I make her look in my eyes, and I continue to soak her in and burn this to memory.
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Leigh Lennon is mother, veteran and a wife of a cancer survivor. Originally with a degree in education, she started writing as an outlet that has led to a deep passion. She lugs her computer with her as she crafts her next story. Her imaginary friends become real on her pages as she creates a world for them. She loves pretty nails, spikey hair and large earrings. Leigh can be found drinking coffee or wine, depending on the time of the day.
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Music, fashion, and the vibrant landscapes of Rio de Janeiro set the stage for an uncommon love story.
Mariana Costa’s life is good. She has fantastic friends, is close to her family, and works a dream job at the internationally-renowned fashion magazine, Be. There is only one problem … she’s madly in love with the one man who is not only out of her league, but is completely unattainable: her boss.
Carlos Eduardo is confident, sexy, and established. He dates supermodels and runs a successful magazine. His life is perfect; or was perfect until he admits he has feelings for the most unlikely object of his affection. His assistant is smart, sexy, and everything he ever wanted in a woman—but she’s not only nothing like the women he usually dates, she is his employee, and therefore untouchable. But touching her is the one thing he can’t seem to resist.
Outside the office, Cadu and Mari explore tenderness and passion. But they are from completely different worlds, and when those worlds collide and threaten to destroy not only their fragile bond but the very magazine they work for, they must decide whether falling in love is worth risking it all.
Title: Falling for Her
Author: A.C. Meyer
Genre: Contemporary Romance
A.C. Meyer is a real book lover. Not satisfied with just read it, her restless mind decided to write her own happy endings. Mixing fun and romance, she reaches the romantic comedies´s tone that amazes her readers from beginning to end.
In 2016, Enchanted by you, After Dark series's book four, was nominated best romance by iBooks.
Title: Doctor Babymaker
Author: Madison Faye
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 22, 2018
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The doctor is in. Every inch of him…
I’m the youngest, brightest, and most hotshot medical director the fertility clinic’s ever seen. Nothing gets between me and my job, until Ada Chase walks in.
I’m not supposed to touch her, at least, not in the way I want to. She’s off limits in so many ways. Too rich. Too innocent. Too never-been-touched.
…Too much my patient.
The sheltered young heiress is in my office so her rich, shitty family can see if she’s capable of bearing children. And I’m supposed to examine her – every inch of her sweet, tempting body –to check.
But I’ve wanted her since the instant I laid eyes on her, and now I’m obsessed, possessed, and driven like I’ve never been before.
First, I’m going to make her beg.
Second, I’ll make her mine.
And third? Well, third is the best part.
Third is me putting a baby in that soft young belly. And after that, I’ll steal her away from all of this. Fuck the medical code of conduct, forget professionalism, and damn the consequences.
Oh, Ada can bear children alright.
…so long as they’re mine.
I know what you’re thinking – this sounds like dirty, filthy doctor-fantasy smut. And if you’re thinking that, the good news is, you’re entirely correct ;). This book is hot and heavy insta-love and lust at its finest, with a dominant alpha hero completely obsessed with breeding and claiming his untouched heroine. Safe, no cheating, and a HEA guaranteed.
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Title: Picturing Perfect
Series: Meet the McIntyres #2
Author: Rebecca Barber
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 25, 2018
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GAGE
One night with Carly in my arms shouldnât change anything.
Iâm not looking for a girlfriend.
Iâve already got enough female drama in my life.
Between my crazy mother and unsettled sister, Iâm fully loaded.
Why then canât I get the image of Carlyâs long legs out of my head?
Why canât I stop imagining how theyâd feel wrapped around my waist.
Itâs a good thing sheâs not interested.
Either am I.
Am I?
CARLY
It was an innocent New Yearâs kiss.
It was nothing. Just a dare from his little sister.
Why then, canât I get him out of my head.
Why can I still feel and taste his lips on mine.
I want more. Much more.
But I donât want to want more.
I donât have time for more. Thereâs no room in my life for more.
Thereâs certainly no room in my life for a man like Gage McIntyre.
Is there?
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Iâm just me. A clumsy, introverted, bubble bath loving, chocoholic who would rather read a book than go shopping. And god forbid if you try and make me shoe shop!
Iâm one of four kids to school teacher parents. A wife to a football obsessed husband. Mother to a fur-baby who isnât aware of how big he is. Aunt to the most crazy/adorable little girls. And sister to two very determined sisters and one easy going brother.
I live in Canberra Australia and work too many hours a day at my day job.
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