Tyson Rowe knows that he only has one chance – so when his abusive boyfriend leaves his hospital room, Ty slips out the door before Mr. Wrong can come back and hurt him again. He’s desperate to make it back to his hometown, knowing that even though the last few years have been rough, he has allies in his brother and his old friends that will see him safe.
“Losing him once damn near killed me. Losing him again… that’s not an option.”
Eli Mack has been in love with Ty ever since he can remember – but when they lose touch after college, Eli isn’t sure that he’ll ever see Ty again. Finding Ty hurt and scared is his worst nightmare come to life – but Eli’s spent the last ten years building his reputation as a detective with Harlan PD, honing his skills as a protector of the people. And keeping Ty safe? Has just become his number one priority.
I’ve waited years for her. I’m not about to lose her to a werewolf. I’m taking back my mate. Rose loves her job at the local flower shop with her sister, Firn. But she’s been debating leaving town for the big city. She’s tired of her uneventful life and frustrated with the few bachelors in town. Unlike her sister, who’s happy to be home alone, Rose wants love. One cold winter night, a stranger busts through the door of her quiet home. She offers him shelter and warmth by the fire. They talk into the wee hours of the morning becoming fast friends.
The stranger suddenly leaves without a word. Will this be the last she sees of him? Rose’s life seems to get more exciting by the day with a new town and a secret admirer. Soon she will learn things are not always what they seem.
When her secret admirer reveals himself she doesn’t know what to believe anymore. He talks of mates and forever. He sounds crazy but he sure can kiss. Can she trust her heart or will she leave her small town for good? Little does Red know, with one bite her fate will be sealed.
What happens when I take my pledge to please the client a bit over the line?
I’m Leslie Kaufman, co-owner of KLeaning Services Unlimited. The name says it all, I guess. I’m used to pandering to the excesses of rich and eccentric clients. Billionaire Jack Morton fits the bill, for sure. He requests some rather unorthodox help from me. He needs to fool his mother into thinking he is engaged. To me. I’m not sure why I agreed to do it; maybe to add some excitement to my boring existence. Things spin out of control quickly when his mother shows up with her aloof manner and spouting her disappointments about Jack’s personal life.
Will I be able to pull of the fake fiancé role and convince his mother of our love? Will Jack and I be able to keep our relationship only professional? Or will Mother’s counter-play bond us together for better or worse?
*WARNING: This title contains explicit sexual scenes, BDSM, and anal sex.
Dolyn Kemmerly has found his destined mates. Unfortunately, they are more human than dragonblood. While his inner beast longs for them, his male stubbornness insists there are mates more worthy of his royal bloodline.
Due to Ashley O’Connor’s traumatic past, only the painful slap of a Dom’s toys can help her find release. A celibate sub, she’s never ached for a man’s tender touch—until a mysterious stranger follows her into her Master’s club.
When Ashley lifts one of her hard limits, Giovanni DiLoreto, her sex-therapist recommended Dom, is finally allowed to touch the flesh he’s been lusting to caress. Doing so, however, earns him a bloody nose by a hot-as-fuck stranger. Master Vanni has never touched a dick in pleasure, but the sudden desire to dominate the newcomer—while Ashley watches—consumes him.
Dolyn’s ancestors might accept Vanni for the heart of the dragon inside him, but it will take Dolyn’s complete submission to his alpha to help Ashley heal and unlock the destiny awaiting them all. PURCHASE LINKS:
Cloaking myself and following Ashley into the nondescript door at the end of the hallway came easy. Slipping through what appeared to a main entrance rather than a locker room of sorts she had entered proved a bit more difficult as a receptionist’s desk and bouncer flanked the double doors.
I glanced around the reception area, fully present, yet visually, nothing more than a bend of light to the two in the room with me. Gray walls. Glass desk. Abstract art on the walls and two other doors besides the one Ashley had disappeared through—boring and not giving me a hint of what lay beyond.
I eyed one of the chairs along the wall to my left and considered waiting until Ashley returned.
The double doors opened, however, releasing a flood of sensual delights mere humans wouldn’t catch. Heat, aroused murmuring, and sex. My dragon hummed his delight, but I frowned and raced forward, slipping through the opened door as the patron of whatever the place was bade the receptionist a good evening.
A holding room with another set of double doors that couldn’t muffle or contain the patrons’ arousal. Still nothing more than a flicker in a person’s peripheral vision, I pushed one of the doors open enough to slip through.
I stepped over a threshold leading to a sinner’s delight. Musk, sweetness, and the scent of anxious perspiration swept over me. Humans … dozens of them in all sorts of dress and lack thereof mingled in the huge lounge area. Dim lights. Low music. Leather seating and a bar lay on my left, a dais beyond held a St. Andrew’s Cross with a woman moaning beneath a Dom’s ministrations.
Chains clanked from a man strung to the ceiling directly on my right. Groans rose from two men getting their cocks sucked by kneeling submissives as they lounged by the bar on my left.
My gaze returned to the cross and the woman strapped to it.
How many times had I allowed Elijah to do the same to me? How many times had he forced me to climax before shoving his cock so far up my ass I lost my breath?
My dick swelled in my jeans, but it wasn’t the actions of the Dom that turned me on. It was the thought of being on the receiving end of his flogger—the one receiving the type of pleasure found in pain.
Please.
My dragon’s whimper to play hit me hard, the fact I wanted to be the one submitting rather than dominating even harder. “Alpha,” I muttered aloud, reminding us both of our dominance as a blood born dragon from the royal line.
I’d caught a hint of Ashley’s scent while following her down the hallway into the sex club, but the overwhelming perfumes of human and sex masked her—if she’d even made her way into the lounge area.
My female … found delight in a sex club. I couldn’t have asked for more. Couldn’t have been more pleased—so why didn’t my inner dragon hiss his desire to tie her up? Stripe her ass in the way Elijah had mine countless times? Why did I want to pleasure her with gentleness—loving tenderness?
A fierce frown dented my brow as I licked my lips, hoping for a taste of Ashley’s sweetness in the air.
Cries of ecstasy jerked my head to the left … the lounge’s far corner. A dark-haired man fingered a woman through her climax, her cum slipping around his hand, dripping to the floor.
Her scent slammed into me with a wave, and my dragon growled a rumble deep in my chest to taste. To claim.
My female.
Pale, shapely legs led to her rounded ass the man now caressed, and my need to taste leaped to fierce protectiveness in a single heartbeat.
No longer cloaked, I strode across the room, darkness seizing my mind, my self-control, something that hadn’t happened in over a hundred years.
He’s touching her. Mine.
My dragon hellbent on ripping the man’s arms from his torso, I stalked forward, eating up the distance between us in a matter of seconds, my claws shimmering in and out of sight.
The width of his shoulders came close to mine, but the breadth of his chest didn’t compare. An easy to defeat opponent, my dragon shrieked, clawing at my brain as I pulled all attempts to shift deep inside me where he couldn’t explode into a mass of muscle, sinew, and scales.
I grabbed the man’s shoulder and spun him toward me, my other fist shooting out, connecting with his nose before he had a chance to blink.
Green eyes. Brilliant like spring grass—
My dragon shrieked again as he grabbed hold of my upper arms to keep from falling. Electrical charges raced up through my chest, catching my breath as we stared into each other’s eyes.
Mate.
Dick immediately swollen—leaking at his touch—I hesitated a mere blink, my desire to drop to my knees and worship him shattering all I had hoped for my future.
His punch landed on my side with enough pain my stubbornness rose with a flap of dragon wings, and growling with the need to kill, the need to fuck, goddamn need—I clocked him on the side of the side of the head. He held tight to me, yanking me down as he fell like a bag of bricks, stunned but not knocked out.
I landed on top of him with a groan, my aching dick pressed against his, a wave of desire slamming into me. “Fuck. Me,” I gasped the words, blinking once more.
A cocky grin wobbled his lips, and he shifted his hips beneath me, pressing his own hard-on against mine. “I’m usually the one in charge, but that’s one command I would love to obey.”
His low voice slithered over my skin, waking goosebumps in its path, like a physical caress, and I froze.
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.
He was the one. The one she loved. The one she wanted but couldn’t have. Not without revealing the truth. That’s why she left. Why she’s stayed away. And why she has to return…
Seth Rowland doesn’t want her to see him like this. Of all people, why her? But Grace is relentless. Challenging. He never could resist a challenge. Or her.
Maybe if he cooperates, he’ll be able to walk again. Maybe he’ll get to the truth of why she’d left. Maybe this time he’ll be able to convince her to stay…
One error in judgment. That is all it took. They say don’t mix business with pleasure, but I fell in love with the client and now I’ve lost her. But I would do it all over again if it meant keeping her safe.
Now I’ll have to fight like hell to earn her trust again. If I don’t, it could cost both of us everything.
The Stanton Pack1.Brayden2.Christian3.Julian4.Colton5.Levi 6.Wyatt (coming 12/23/19)Rachel Spencer, Ray to those that knew her, was barely hanging on. She had called for help, but her father had nearly killed her before help had arrived. Unless Hailey could help her, with the magic given to her by Dane, Ray’s prognosis for a normal life wasn’t good. Levi Stanton had been talking to his sister-in-law, Hailey, through their link. She had told him all about Ray and that Ray might be his mate, or Wyatt’s. Levi hoped she was, he had known Ray’s grandmother and loved the woman, but he was also terrified to find out. It was the fear of the unknown.Levi was happy to find out that Ray was indeed his mate, but Ray’s decision to get help from Hailey would be Ray’s alone. Hailey, however, was afraid her blood wasn’t strong enough to help Ray, so Dane stepped in. Ray would need all the strength she could get to face her Aunt Caroline.Caroline Spencer was on her way to town. No one told that woman no and lived to tell about it. And that was exactly what Ray was going to tell her too. There was no way on this earth that Ray was handing her little brother, David, over to that tyrant. She’d die before she let that happen.
Introducing Grant Donovan. Brash. Bulging muscles. Chiseled abs. Millions in the bank. I get to have this hottie as my protector and roommate? Well then, welcome to Chez Donovan’s to me.
“You’re my responsibility,” he told me.
Witnessing a murder that involved your shady boss is never a smart career move. Now here I am in a mansion with this cocky stud who is giving me the dirtiest thoughts.
How did things get so crazy?
The police want to arrest me for a murder I didn’t commit. My boss–well, ex-boss–wants me dead. Grant’s got a secret past he’s not telling me about. And, I need help in finding a way to clear my name ASAP.
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