![]() The Book of Alys
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble -- EXCERPT: Queen Eleanor of England and Aquitaine gripped the arms of her seat in fear for her safety, waiting for the coming onslaught. Although she was seated on the periphery of the dais, she knew from painful experience that when her husband’s temper was roused, anybody within range of his fists or feet or sword could suffer imminent death. Accustomed to his explosive temper, and known to give as good as she received, even the Queen was shocked by his sudden violent outburst against the cardinal. The fat pompous cleric, looking more like a throbbing red pustule about to erupt than a Prince of the Church, was acting as though he, rather than King Henry, had been anointed by God as ruler of the nation.
GIVEAWAY! ![]() Stalked by the Devil
-- EXCERPT: Every woman knows fear. When your knees knock, your forehead sweats and you get that feeling in your stomach as if you’re falling off a cliff. Melody Carter felt undeniable fear as she stood in her bedroom, bare-breasted and all in front of Keith Taylor, her older sister’s boyfriend. Keith was weird. He was hard to read, and he was sneaky, but she never, ever thought he’d do something like this. And he just stood there, his natural lavender eyes penetrating her. “You are so beautiful.” His raspy voice blanketed Melody’s bedroom, the same way his overpowering cologne did. “I shouldn’t have come in here, but I couldn’t help myself. Should I apologize?” Melody pressed her lips together, fuming. “I guess I could apologize.” Keith chuckled. “But that would be bullshit. We both know I came up here because I wanted to.” “And you think this is okay?” Melody’s orange-size breasts spilled from under her arms. “How dare you? This time you’ve gone way too far.” “Please, Mel. You should be flattered a man like me would find you so attractive.” Keith was right. Melody should’ve been grateful for his attention. A man like Keith Taylor didn’t just grow on trees. They fell off of private planes and into multimillion-dollar mansions, which he had plenty of all around the world. At only 34, Keith was a bona fide billionaire. Yes, a real life billionaire stood in unemployed Melody Carter’s room. A guy that only existed in romance books or women’s wet dreams. Co-CEO of Taylor Industries, a worldwide marketing firm that handled accounts for some of the biggest brands in the world, Keith and his family owned Lapeka, Florida. His mother was the mayor, for God’s sakes, and his family was the richest in the area. There wasn’t one entity in this fun-loving, hipster seaside town that Keith didn’t have his hands or money in. “I think I’ve figured you out.” Melody grabbed her Black Girls Do It Better T-shirt from the bed and slipped it on. “Oh, don’t do that,” Keith teased. “Can’t I have another peek first?” “I know your game now.” She straightened her shirt. “I couldn’t understand why you act the way you do when Sahara’s not around. Now I got it.” The overhead light bounced off the diamonds in his Rolex. “What are you talking about?” “You’re not interested in me.” She crossed her arms. “Why would you be?” “I don’t know.” Hints of red shot out from his copper-brown hair, cut in the chic comeback all the actors were now wearing. “Maybe because you’re so goddamn sexy, Mel. You intrigue me.” “Cut the bullshit, Keith. I think this is about something else. You wanna control me like you do Sahara.” “There you go with the holier-than-thou routine. Always trying to read someone else when you’re mooching off your sister like some pathetic waif.” “Are you kidding me?” Melody laughed. “You haven’t done a day of work in your life, Keith. You sit on your ass, taking credit for a company your grandfather built. If you weren’t a Taylor, you’d be nothing.” “But I am a Taylor, Melody.” His trimmed eyebrows lifted. “And it’s best you remember that.” He pursed his lips. “You got some great tits, Mel. Not as nice as Sahara’s, but yeah, you got some nice ones.” “What the fuck do you want?” “How about a quickie?” He leaned forward, grinning. “Before Sahara gets back?” Hell, she couldn’t lie. A part of her wondered what rolling in between the sheets with Keith Taylor would be like. Fuck, she was human and would be lying if she said she didn’t find him irresistible. But she would never, ever do anything to hurt Sahara and Keith’s charm, gorgeous smile, and money wouldn’t change that. “You and me will never happen, Keith.” “I was kidding about the quickie. Trust me, there is nothing quick about fucking me.” “If you do anything like this again, I’m telling Sahara.” “Mm…” He wiggled his hypnotic lips. “You think she’d believe you? She already knows you don’t like me, even though I’ve been nothing but nice to you.” “She doesn’t know the shit you’ve been doing behind her back.” He rubbed his clean-shaven, diamond-shaped chin. “And what have I been doing?” “Stop playing with me! The little flirty remarks? Or how you look at me or even coming into my bedroom? If she knew you did this, you’d be gone.” “Or she’ll just think you tried to run me off like you did all her other boyfriends. This is a pattern with you, Mel, remember? You’ve never liked Sahara’s boyfriends because you’re jealous of her because she’s better than you. Isn’t that right, little sister?” “Get out of my room and get out of this house.” She pointed toward the hall. “Get out!” ![]()
GIVEAWAY! ![]() Smooth Hoperator
-- EXCERPT: My first indication that I’m not in the attic at home is the mattress spring digging into my back. The second is the warm hand on my junk that doesn’t belong to me. I may have just awoken this second, but my dick has beaten me to it by several minutes, at least. When I blink my eyes open, sunlight filters through the closed curtains of the motel room, allowing enough illumination for me to make out the body of my bedmate—the very same one whose hand has wandered during the night. Sunny’s hair is splayed over my shoulder, and she’s using my chest as a pillow. My dick jumps because that’s what dicks do when they’re being felt up. It clearly remembers last night as well as I do. But instead of causing Sunny to withdraw her hand, the movement only appears to encourage her. She burrows her face into my chest and throws a bare leg over my thigh. In other words, she’s trying to kill me. I’d love nothing more than to roll her onto her back and explore all the skin and curves I didn’t get to last night, but after her confession and that panicked exit, I can’t touch her until we talk. And I doubt she’ll be happy if she wakes up like this. I try carefully sliding to the side so I can stand, but as soon as I start moving, she grabs onto me like a spider monkey and pulls me closer, using my dick as leverage. I bite down on my cheek to keep from howling. “No,” she says, her tone scolding. Here we go again with the sleep talking. This time, I gently pry her hand from my junk, one finger at a time until I’m gripping her hand just above it. So, of course, that’s the moment she awakens. I witness as each synapse fires and she comes fully awake to find me holding her hand over my obviously aroused dick. Thank God I’m still dressed at least. “What are you doing?” She jerks her hand out of my grip. “Nothing, I swear.” She lifts her head from my chest and retreats until she’s back on her side of the bed. “It didn’t look like nothing.” This is ridiculous. I was trying to be sensitive to her emotions, but she can’t honestly think… I throw my hands up in exasperation. “Look, I just woke up, and you were holding my junk and using me as a pillow. That’s all I know.” She eyes me skeptically. “What happened to the covers?” We both inspect the bedding and while my side of the bed is as tucked and neat as it was when I first lay on it last night, hers is a mess of twisted sheets and blankets, both pillows buried somewhere within. “I have no idea.” She glances around for a few more seconds and then untangles herself. “Oh. I guess I must have moved around a little in my sleep.” “A little?” Unfortunately, I still have the issue of the tent in my pants, and now that Sunny is fully awake, she is not shy about looking, which does nothing to help the problem. “Did I…?” She trails off, pointing at it now. Jesus. “While it does usually make its presence known first thing in the morning, it’s never this… cheerful.” She tries and fails to hide her self-satisfied grin. “Sorry about that.” “No need to apologize. I think I’ll survive.” My tone is as dry as my mouth is. ![]()
GIVEAWAY! ![]() Overruling Judgment
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / Kobo -- EXCERPT: Ian started talking. Of course, he initiated control of the conversation just like he dominated legal negotiations. “We understand that you aren’t inclined to choose either one of us. We aren’t pressing you to do that now.” The tenderness in Ian’s voice and the concern in JD’s eyes alarmed her. Sasha’s chin began to quiver as a feeling of doom swept through her. Tears welled up in her eyes. “Are you both here for closure’s sake?” “Fuck no!” JD swore, clasping her hand more securely. “I have no desire to end things with you.” A tear slid down her cheek. Sasha started biting her lip. Did JD think she was going to choose him over Ian? Her head started to spin. Nausea brewed in her belly. Ian leaned in closer. “Neither of us wants to end things with you. Well, I suppose our case is a little different.” Ian extended an open hand. Her free hand itched to reach out and accept Ian’s offer. Uncertainty made her hesitate. “I’m totally confused.” Sasha looked back and forth between the two. Neither of their faces gave her a clue. What were they suggesting? ![]()
GIVEAWAY! ![]() Wonder Land
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