Monday, March 26, 2018

Unorthodox Chemistry by Lilah E. Noir

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Series: The Unorthodox Trilogy, Book #2
Author: Lilah E. Noir
Release Date: February 18th, 2018
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He was her Master, lover and the only man who truly knew her. She was his pet, best friend and the love of his life. Sometimes that’s not enough. LINA He’s gone. His absence hurts more than any whip. Thomas saw me for who I was. Strong on the outside, fractured and vulnerable on the inside. Every day I struggle to rebuild my life. I miss him. His rough passion and his affection. I know we’ll never be together again, I even tried to move on… … and then one invitation changed everything. Do I dare to say no to the greatest temptation? THOMAS I had to walk away. Lina paid dearly for my mistakes. She needs to heal and all that’s left for me is to wait. In the dark, with nothing but my demons and sins to keep me company. The memory of her is a bittersweet torture, one I didn't think I could ever escape... A year later, at the kinkiest club in town, I saw her. On the arm of another man.  

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THOMAS Lina. She is here. Tonight. She is really here. I couldn’t wrap my mind around it and stood there, hiding like a coward from my former pet and lover. Has she seen me? The question faded from my frenzied mind as soon as I saw someone getting close to Lina from behind. It was a man, tall, muscular, with a matching creamy mask. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her hair. I expected her to push him away but she turned around and placed a tender, light kiss on his lips. Anger and confusion formed a lump in my throat I was unable to swallow. My knuckles hurt with how hard I’d been clenching my fists in a futile attempt to calm down. She moved on… I nearly died out of grief and she moved on with her life like it was nothing. It was unfair. I was the one who let her go, but right then I couldn’t have cared less what was fair or not. I was dying on the inside, and each moment of shared tenderness between them was another dagger in my wounds. What the hell was happening? After so many months of painful separation, I expected my passion for her would have quieted. What a fool. One look at her beautiful silhouette was enough to make my blood boil with lust. The dominant instinct to grab her by the hair like a caveman and claim her clouded my mind. I was out of control and I remembered well what had happened last time. If I stayed, I risked acting like a deranged Neanderthal. I’d bring her down to her knees and fuck her whether she wanted it or not, force her to beg for more. What the hell was Lina doing here? She couldn’t have learned about
 the party unless…

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LINA The music died down to a soft murmur when he moved closer to the forest nymphs. He stepped forward with all the dignity of a king. The spacious hall echoed with the quiet yet haunting click-clack of his leather boots. He had hair as long as that of the ravenous women, dark as his clothes and the forest behind. It was tied and flowed down his back. They were too far away so I couldn’t make out the facial features of any of the actors. Still, his quiet strength and its intensity shook me to the core of my soul. He was silent and walked slowly as if he dominated time itself. The man owned the space around him and looked resilient enough to tame even the fire of those wild creatures. The raven-haired women brought the ballerina before him and forced her down to her knees. When they let her go, they looked strangely humbled. Their eyes were cast down, a veil of hair covering their faces. The man in black waved his hand and the faeries dispersed. Their shadows got lost among the trees. They had completely disheveled the young woman’s auburn hair and pulled her bodice down. The tops of her perky breasts were exposed to his gaze as she knelt for the dark stranger. Once she looked up at him, her entire being exuded fear so tangible I could taste it and feel it spreading all over my own skin. The ballerina clasped her small hands before her chest in a silent plea but she didn’t dare look away from her mysterious captor. He hadn’t moved a muscle and simply hovered over her with the same stillness. His eyes were tangling invisible rope around the trembling bird. I sank my teeth into my tongue to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. It was difficult to separate myself from the action on the stage. My knees were the ones brushing against the forest floor while I waited for his command. He reached out and moved a few tresses from the girl’s face. His fingers lifted her chin and caressed her. That simple touch provoked another moan. The pleasure of his intimate caress made the scared girl tremble harder. His fingers on her sensitive, heated skin were too much to handle. I knew it because their intense chemistry was flowing inside me, sharp as a knife and delicate like the most tender kiss.

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ALLIE “You have to be the judge. When it comes to seduction it is not important what they are saying but what they are hiding. Both men and women are alike that way, no matter what they say. They don’t want to communicate their desires. They want the other person to figure them out like they’d solve a mystery. If you can figure out what he wants and give it to him, you’ll blow his mind.” I watched the scene with amusement before I finally approached them and added nonchalantly, “That’s an interesting theory but mysteries are often overrated.” “Good luck finding a person who’d directly tell you what they want. Especially if they are afraid you’d judge them.” The blonde removed her cap and stared at me with unreadable dark eyes.

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ALLIE “Do you know what I think, Nate?” My boots click-clacked across the hard stone floor. He was still gazing at his lap. “Look at me when I talk to you.” He raised his head with great reluctance but did as he was told, anyway. That restless gaze vibrated with anger and a different, raw emotion. Nate winced when I ran my nails down his cheek. “I asked you a question. I believe I’m a polite hostess. I expect the same attitude in return.” “What are you thinking, Mistress?” He retorted the last word. “You wanted to stay here. You didn’t even demand to observe or attend Lina’s scene. Fight back. Say you did it for her own sake if you want. You’re not fooling me. It thrilled you when you saw what was happening down the rabbit hole. You long for a ride. It’s difficult to admit it. It’s convenient if you pretend someone made you do it.” When I got closer to him, I got a whiff of his scent, a fusion of light marine eau de cologne, soap and the natural warmth of his skin. If I ran a hand over his throat, his flesh would get goosebumped and he’d attempt to move away. “What makes you think so?” Nate asked in a flat voice. “I’ve been watching you.” He rolled his eyes and took a larger sip of water. “You know what, Allie, some men find stalkers irresistible.” Nate gave me what was probably his best cocky grin. “I’m not one of them. If that’s your idea of seduction, please, change the strategy.” His smile grew wider when I didn’t reply and he added with a nonchalant voice “Just a bit of friendly advice.” I smirked and picked up a mask. It was the same one Thomas had torn off his face and thrown on the table when we entered the room earlier. Its string heaved down my finger. I dangled it before Nate and tried my best not to change my expression. “I saw how you were staring at Shock & Fear.” My voice was lazy and sultry, and I dragged a nail across the mask. “They got you so intimidated. It was adorable. They’d have made both you and Lina their bitches if I hadn’t rescued you.”

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THOMAS Lina leaned her head back and rested it on my shoulder. She breathed heavily and stared up at the metal grid while her aroused clit was throbbing. I grabbed her ponytail in a firm, possessive way and forced her to bend further, to raise her bustline and present herself to me as a gift, voluptuous, with hardened, pulsating nipples. It was just my imagination but nature outside was playing a voyeur to our scene. Every time Lina screamed out with the teasing and warm-up spanking new thunders shattered the area. The wind was a horny she-wolf provoked by my lover’s wild screams. If she only knew what was waiting for her… what delicious scream would she make, how much further would I push her into her own madness? I pulled away, left her in that position, with an arched neck and back and shamelessly open legs. Her spine trembled and she opened her lips, desperate to call out my name, to beg me to come back to her. Still, Lina didn’t utter a word. She wouldn’t have to wait for too long for her next fix. I moved to her front and picked up one thick candle from the dining table, one of the few that weren’t scented. Lina closed her eyes and indulged in moaning, loud and full of longing and plea. Her hips moved rhythmically. Was she trying to allure me or that was just the call of lust? I left the candle next to the base plate and came closer, keeping my step as light as possible. Lina pulled my fingers dip inside her and closed them between her greedy walls. She raised her head and looked at me with such a pitiful expression, with lips forming one needy “Please” I had denied her to cry out. Her surprise scream echoed inside me when I stole her breath in a hard, possessive kiss. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and three more fingers inside her, folded in a duck shape to open her up. My digits were pushing her elastic walls open and stretched her while I feasted on her bruised lips and wrestled with her tongue. She was hanging on her shackles, no longer struggling, and parted her thighs wide to accept it all. Lina’s desire poured inside me like a liquid fire that fueled my confidence. I yanked her hair hard and forced her to look at me while I was driving my closed fist past her juicy entrance. She was panting and staring up at me. Her lips opened and tried to get to mine again. My grasp around her locks grew stronger and I tugged them so hard it made her wail in pain. When I twisted my fingers in her womb and fitted my fist all the way down to the wrist the agony written on her face fused with pleasure.

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LINA I picked up the wine from the steel glass holder on the wall and spent a few minutes just staring at it, lost in thought. The swirling, blood-like liquid and the warmth put me under a spell. When the wine taste finally reached my lips, the memory of that first night rushed back in my mind. The exchanged looks, the subtle flirting, his outrageous offer, the dungeon. His palms kneading my breasts and sliding down, coaxing me to spread myself, to open up for him. I rested a hand between my legs to stroke myself and took another sip of wine. It was supposed to slowly build up my arousal but all I felt was sadness. The strong, physical sensations of the present, the subtle flavor of the wine, the ache of my skin and muscles, the lightheaded carelessness were much stronger. Stronger than the memories. As if the red swirl was devouring all I had left behind. It was pointless to fool myself. The hot water and indulgence were good but I needed so much more. I put the glass back in its place. The soap bubbles rolled down my wet skin when I raised myself from the bath tub. I ignored them, wrapped myself with the fluffy towel and walked out of the steamy bathroom. After I picked up my phone, I headed to the bedroom. The red collar was lying on top of the carefully folded lingerie in the drawer. Maybe the alcohol had messed with me and I was slowly succumbing to madness but its bright leather looked glowing. I rested my fingers on top of it and squeezed it gently before I lifted it and pressed it against my chest. After ages of following that ritual right before falling asleep, my courage slowly came back to me. I took a deep breath, rubbed the metal plate against my skin and dialed the number. A dialing sound. A pause. Please. Please, answer. “Hello?”

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She was his boss at work and his submissive at all times. LINA I'd never noticed him before. He was just a lonely, scared boy when I hired him. I was too busy to notice the lust in his eyes. Now I'm at his feet begging for every bit of pleasure and pain he'll unleash on me. THOMAS She enthralled me. Her body. Her mind. Her wicked laughter and unreadable eyes. She was out of my league yet I knew what she longed for. I only had two months to kill her nicotine addiction and make her crave me. I'd use every trick I had to claim her as mine.

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Lilah E. Noir is an author of dark erotic novels and psychological stories. Her work has elements of taboo, seduction and different aspects of the BDSM lifestyle, with a touch of romance and tenderness. If you love flawed characters, submissive alpha females, unconventional dominant heroes, angst, emotional darkness, lots of kinky sex scenes her books might be your kind of pleasure.

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Sunday, March 18, 2018

Sexy Reads Sunday with Everleigh Clark


Bearly Rescued a Howls Romance.
A standalone book in the Mates of Bear Paw River Series
by Everleigh Clark.
Release Date: March 13, 2018



Blurb:

Isabella Werner - Wolf shifter. Princess. VegetarianPrisoner. She's fighting for her life and her freedom.

Caleb Alexander - Bear shifter. Running from a haunted past…Undercover guard. His job is simple. Get the information so they can take down the assholes testing on shifters. There's only one problem. His mate is one of the prisoners, and his bear is about to lose control…again.

Who rescues who?

Buy link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07BCKXZ1Q/

Excerpt:

Stone laughed at something Izzy said. One of those smooth laughs that sounded completely cat like and almost sexual and purry.

A low growl emanated from Caleb's chest. Stone was making himself a little too welcome and was sniffing around his mate. But you're not going to accept her anyway, his bear responded, with a calculating sound in his voice.

We can't mate her. We're not worthy, remember?

Yeah, well, Stone is a fine and worthy male. He's an alpha from his own pack, he's strong, intelligent, brave… his bear reasoned adding a tinge of sarcasm to his voice, and from what I can see, the females must think he's pretty handsome. They can't take their eyes off him.

What? He felt his fur rise on edge. …

"Mine!" He roared before surging into the kitchen and baring his fangs at the pretty boy tiger who was about to lose an eye. Or an arm. Or his dick if he showed any more fucking interest in his female!

All talking ceased and everyone gaped at him. Even Stone who was lazily grinning at him like a fricking cat who'd pissed in his shoes. "Did you have something to add to our conversation, bear? We would love to know your current take on whether technology simplifies life or makes it harder."

"Both, depending on what you do with it. And I'm about two seconds away from shoving your tech up your ass if you don't get away from my female right...now."


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About the Author:

Everleigh Clark is a pen name of a USA Today bestselling author who wanted to write some fun paranormal romance. She's also a homeschooling mommy, crafter and choc-aholic.

When she's not wrangling kittens, googling math help or cleaning up slime, she's plotting and writing her next book. Her characters are fun, lovable and messy. Just like the characters in her real life.

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Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Master of the Castle by Maren Smith


Seducing Sandy is the next installment in the Masters of the Castle Series
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She'd do anything for a story… Even submit to him.


When journalist Sandy Ebelson decides she needs a breakout story to advance her career, where does she set her ambitious eye? Why, on the Castle, an infamous BDSM resort that has plagued her small town for years. Sneaking inside is only as difficult as buying a ticket and filling out a fake application, but when Sandy finds herself matched to ex-military masters Eric and Reeve, carrying out her investigation grows quickly more complicated.

Especially when it comes to Master Reeve, whose rough touch and dark authority make her body respond in ways she's not at all prepared to understand. Sandy will do anything to get her story, and that includes pretending to be his submissive. What she doesn't yet know is how much of what she's doing is really 'let's pretend' and how much is the real her, giving her heart to a man she has every intention of betraying.

Publisher's Note: Like all the other stories in the Masters of the Castle series, this contemporary romance can be enjoyed as a standalone. It contains elements of power exchange, explicit language, and MFM ménage scenes.
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Excerpt:
"I… I'm sorry," she said, her voice so trembling and small that he had to lean in just to hear it.

"Are you?" Reeve countered, continuing his lazy circle around her. "I wonder what for?"

"She must have a guilty conscience," Eric suggested, also circling. She was turning with them, trying so hard to keep them both in view. "People rarely apologize unless they know they've done wrong."

Sandy shook her head. "I haven't done anything."

Oh, but she had, and he knew it. So did Eric. By nightfall, everyone within the chain of command here would know it, too, and they would be on their guard, watching for her. Not that there was anything in or on Castle grounds that was illegal. Immoral, maybe, depending on who did the judging. But leave it to a vanilla to come waltzing into his home, magnifying glass out and ready to start casting her unasked-for opinions all over everyone and every act she saw.

That's what irritated him the most. This was his home; this was not just a job. This was his way of life. He enjoyed beating ass. He liked to tie women up, bite, pinch, slap, pull hair, and fuck hard, both for punishment as well as for pleasure. He liked to make a woman come, over and over again until they were too weak even to cry out. He liked to take them right to pleasure's razor-sharp edge and not let them come, over and over until they were heaving in their bonds and sobbing with need. He did not like being judged for it and anyone who did that, in his opinion, was a hypocrite. Nobody's sex life was pure missionary all the time. Those who condemned porn almost always watched it. Those who snuck their way into his house on false pretenses, hoping to catch them all in some dirty little act-perhaps even to snap photographs to print in her paper later on-well, that person not only deserved to get the shit scared out of her, but she deserved to get sued beyond all financial recovery. She and the paper she worked for.

"You don't think you've done anything wrong," Reeve echoed, keeping his tone light and playful. It took everything he had. He didn't like liars, and she was telling a whopper right to his face. Those nervous hands of hers betrayed her guilt. She kept catching at her fingers, twisting and wringing them. The more he circled, the tighter she squeezed. "You know what happens to little girls who lie, don't you?"

"They get put over Daddy's knee and spanked," Eric leaned in behind her to answer, whispering 'Daddy' and 'spanked' with silken emphasis in her ear.

Sandy jerked away from him, one hand dashing up to scrub at her ear. Faster than Reeve could blink, the nervous submissive vanished, leaving an angry one behind to knuckle her hands into her hips as she rounded on Eric. "Well, thank God I'm not a little girl, then, huh? Daddy, my ass. Tell me, is there a consequence for jackasses who like to bully the people they're supposed to be showing a good time? Bend over, buster, maybe I ought to spank you two instead!"

The transformation was as startling as it was oddly glorious. Reeve stopped circling. For a moment, he just stared. So did Eric.

As if suddenly realizing what she'd done, twin spots of bright color flooded Sandy's cheeks. "Um…" She cleared her throat, bravado visibly crumbling. In a very small voice, she tried again, "I, uh… I mean, yes, um, please, Daddy. Uh…" She winced. "May I have another?"
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About Maren Smith
Fortunate enough to live with my Daddy Dom, I am a Little, coffee whore, pain slut, administrator at my local BDSM dungeon, resident of the wilds of freakin' Kansas (still don't know how I ended up here) and submissive to the love of my life. An International and USA Bestselling Author, I have penned more than 120 novels, novellas and short stories, and am the author of the Masters of the Castle series.
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Sunday, March 11, 2018

Sexy Reads Sunday with Black Light Redux


Black Light: Roulette Redux

By Livia Grant, Jennifer Bene, Rene Rose, Alta Hensley, Sue Lyndon. Maggie Ryan, Measha Stone, Maren Smith, Jane Henry

 

Three hours. Four hard limits. Nine NEW hot stories.

Blurb: Three hours. Four hard limits. Nine NEW hot stories. The most wicked game in the world of BDSM is back for another night of fulfilling your dirtiest fantasies! Black Light is the top BDSM club in Washington, D.C. and last year they shocked everyone with 'Valentine Roulette'. Now, it's the month of love again, and that means it's time to play this naughty game of chance! With tempting new kinks and daring new participants, 'Roulette Redux' will bring you all the heat you can handle as these sexy dominants spin to win their submissives, and the subs spin to choose which kink they'll play. Their prize if they last the night? One free month at Black Light, and for some lucky participants... even a chance at love. Celebrate Valentine's Day with nine kinky stories from nine USA Today and international bestselling authors! Featuring: "Brat" by Livia Grant "Unrestrained" by Jennifer Bene "Forced" by Renee Rose "Edge" by Alta Hensley "Doctored" by Sue Lyndon "Shameless" by Maren Smith "Confessions" by Measha Stone "Surrender" by Maggie Ryan "Taken" by Jane Henry
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Tuesday, March 6, 2018

Violated by Aria Adams




Violated: A dark sci-fi romance 

by Aria Adams (Katie Douglas)

 

Series: Book 2 in Stolen Future series (book 1 was Hunted)


Available on Amazon as ebook and KU.

Blurb:
Isla
I can barely remember my life before I was taken to the breeding facility. For two years, I've been kept naked and helpless as they probed me, violated me, and used me.

But this new doctor seems different than the ones before him. He has dragged me from my broken shell and captured my attention so that I truly blush as he examines me. When I attempt to escape he punishes me harshly, but the pain and humiliation leave me burning with need. I've even begun to think he might care about me.

Adam
I didn't plan to fall in love with one of the girls held captive here. I have no more choice about my role in all of this than she does. But to keep her safe, I will have to teach her to obey.

I will make her surrender completely. I will make her mine. Then we will find a way to leave this terrible place forever.

Publisher's Note: Violated: A Dark Sci-Fi Romance is a stand-alone novel which is the first book in the Stolen Future series. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

Sunday, March 4, 2018

Sexy Reads Sunday with Ashe Barker

Conquered by The Viking 

by Ashe Barker



She has every reason to hate these Nordic invaders, but will this one steal her heart?

Blurb:
Can Merewyn overcome her natural fear of the mighty Viking warlord who has invaded her Celtic home? She's encountered his kind before and has first hand experience of the brutality of these ferocious Nordic raiders. Why should this blond invader be any different?


Excerpt:

I require you to remain still, in that exact position, until I tell you that you may move. Is that quite clear?"
"Y-yes, yes, I understand."
"Then you may tell me when you are ready for me to start."
She closed her eyes and flattened her lips against her teeth. Mathios selected a switch from the bucket where several had been prepared and left to soak for his use. He examined the slender branch and was satisfied it would meet his requirements admirably. Olav had done well. He shook the droplets of water from the smooth branch and cast an appreciative glance over Merewyn's upturned, clenching buttocks as he did so. His little Celt really did have the most delightful arse, made for spanking.
"Merewyn? Are you ready?"
She managed a swift nod and tightened her death-like grip on the post.
The first stroke was relatively light, but still she let out a sharp hiss and went up on her toes. He had known she would. Mathios allowed her a few seconds to regather her senses before he laid the next stripe across her other cheek. Two pretty, crimson streaks now adorned her creamy flesh.
The next half dozen or so were delivered in rapid succession. Merewyn jerked and cried out with each one, but she held her position perfectly. He was proud of her resilience. Now it was time to become serious.
Mathios applied more weight as he continued to strike her perfect, peachy arse with the switch. The branch became frayed so he discarded it and selected a fresh one. Merewyn groaned, she was sobbing now, her cries more shrill as each spank fell. Red wheals criss-crossed her buttocks and he paused to lay his palm over them. The flesh was already starting to swell, he felt the heat rising from her punished skin. He curled his fingers to press harder and she cried out.
"Please, do not..."
"I will touch you as I see fit during your punishment. Your body is mine, to do with as I please."
There was no further protest from Merewyn. He caressed her bottom, his touch gentle. He continued until she stopped wriggling and remained motionless under his hand. It did not escape his notice either that her pretty cunny glistened with her juices. He had no doubt at all that he was hurting her, but her arousal was undeniable. Such were the vagaries of feminine sensuality, and Mathios for one had no complaints.
He resumed his stance to continue the switching. Merewyn stiffened but did not shift.
The next few spanks were hard and sharp. She screamed with each one and panted between the strokes. Her pussy swelled, her juices pooled and dampened her inner thighs, her bottom glowed a beautiful bright red. Mathios required yet another fresh switch in order to continue.
By the time he had ruined the fourth switch Merewyn's cries had become hoarse, her voice cracking under the strain. She no longer clenched her bottom in anticipation of each stroke. She had ceased to fight the agony of her punishment. Rather she relaxed, allowed the pain to flow through her body and surrendered fully to his discipline.
It was enough. Mathios dropped the switch and did not reach for a replacement.
"We are done here. You may stand up."


More about Ashe Barker

USA Today best-selling author Ashe Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research.
Ashe tends to draw on her own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.
Ashe lives in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often these days - her time is divided between her role as taxi driver for her teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises.  And a very grumpy cockatiel. 
At the last count Ashe had around seventy titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex. Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling plots, so that’s what she writes too.
Ashe has a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keeps thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from her.
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Friday, March 2, 2018

Corbin's Bend Now in KU

 

Corbin's Bend Homecoming (Book 4)


Homecoming in Corbin's Bend brings you back to the majestic mountains of Corbin's Bend, Colorado where you have met and fell in love with many couples. Join these authors again on new adventures as new couples move into this intimate community.

Ruth Staunton, Tabitha Marks, Rayanna Jamison, Maggie Ryan, Kate Richards and Holla Dean.

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Thursday, March 1, 2018

Available in KU - Corbin's Bend Book 3

At Home In Corbin's Bend (Book 3)

Welcome to Corbin's Bend. Revisit the families that have stolen your heart and invited you into their intimate community. In Book 3 - At Home In Corbin's Bend - enjoy stories from the following authors.

Two books by Maggie Ryan, Rayanna Jamison, Holla Dean, Livia Grant, Corinne Alexander and Thianna D.

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