Books to Read

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Only Him (An Obsessed Novella New Release) by Jeanne St. James
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Werewolf Heroes w/ Kate Hill
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New Release: The Baron’s Cufflinks by P.J. MacLayne

Only Him (An Obsessed Novella New Release) by Jeanne St. James


I’m delighted to share another hot read from Jeanne St. James. The woman can write more steam into fewer words than you’ll find in most full length novels. And the cover? Spot on with this erotic romance reader and writer. I need my touch screen back!

Only Him (An Obsessed Novella)
By Jeanne St. James
Genre: Erotic Romance, Erotica, BDSM, Contemporary

Available NOW for 99¢ or FREE on Kindle Unlimited for a limited time!

Amazon: http://amzn.to/2nFdu4e
GoodReads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34807588-only-him

This is not just a love story, it’s an obsession…

Sydney:

Never in my life did I think my high school obsession would move right next door. I’ve never wanted anyone but him. Reid Turner is my ultimate fantasy. And I still want him. Badly. When he watches me through my bedroom window taking matters into my own hands, things suddenly take a turn…

And now that I have him, I’m not letting him go.

Reid:

I never knew she existed and now I can’t get enough of her. She consumes me. When this night ends, there may not be anything left of me, she may own me completely. She my master and I her slave. In one way or another I will atone for never noticing her all throughout high school. I will gladly grovel at her feet to make up for what a fool I was.

Besides, who can turn down that luscious body of hers? Curves in all the right places, a mouth that could make a grown man cry, super responsive during sex, and none of my twisted desires so far have made her bat an eye. And did I mention? She lives right next door. She may be the perfect woman for me.

Note: All books in the Obsessed series are standalone novellas. It is intended for audiences over 18 years of age since it includes explicit sexual situations, including BDSM.

Excerpt:

I don’t even bother to turn on the light when I enter the master bedroom. I’m content to be in the dark. And without curtains yet, the moon reflects brightly into the room. It’s peaceful, I try to convince myself. Yeah, sure.

I swallow another swig of beer, thinking I should be exhausted, but I’m not. Maybe the beer will help me sleep tonight—the first night in a new house. And if not, I can always rub one out.

Hell, I’m good at it now since my fist has been more loyal than my former wife. Fuck. Move on, Reid. Don’t let it eat at you.

I sigh and move to the window, glancing up at the night sky and the almost full moon. I was lucky to find this house at such a great price. And with a fenced backyard I can finally get a dog. One of many things Pam would never let me have…

My bedroom window faces the side yard and my eyes rake over the neighboring house. I wish the houses weren’t so close in this neighborhood. I like my privacy. But, once again, I bought it at a good price and it’s in a nice community. So, I can’t bitch too much.

A light turns on in the house next door. Which reminds me I should introduce myself to the neighbors this weekend. But for now…

Holy shit.

Holy, holy fucking shit.

I put my bottle down on the window sill and brace my hands on the frame, leaning in until my forehead almost touches the glass.

I love this house. It’s the best house ever. The greatest house in the whole wide world.

Oh, please. Do not close your curtains. Do. Not.

Jeez, I could probably get fired for this. But at the moment, my cock and I don’t care.

Cuff me, stuff me, take me away. But please wait until she’s done. Do a man a solid.

I adjust myself in my jeans and focus my attention on the open window not twenty feet from mine.

Unlike my bedroom, hers is lit up. Her eyes look closed as she lies naked on her back, her legs wide, her knees bent. And, even better, her bed directly faces the window.

My luck is changing. Yes, indeed.

The woman’s breasts are luscious, full but beautiful, the dusky nipples a perfect size. The perfect size for my mouth.

As she cups one breast, her other hand goes rogue. I have to swallow, which for some reason, isn’t an easy task. I also must remind myself to breathe as her wandering fingers slide along her beautiful belly to dive between her legs.

Holy shit. I’m imagining this. Right? I dig the heels of my palms into both eyes and look again.

No, it’s definitely real. This scenario reminds me of the porn we secretly watched as teenagers. This kind of stuff doesn’t happen in real life. When do you look out your freaking window and see a hot woman playing with herself? You don’t.

Author Bio:

JEANNE ST. JAMES is a Best-Selling erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.

She has a few new releases coming up in 2017. So keep an eye on her website at www.jeannestjames.com or sign up for her newsletter: http://www.jeannestjames.com/newslettersignup

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Werewolf Heroes w/ Kate Hill

Please welcome guest blogger, Kate Hill.

I’ve been a fan of horror and the paranormal for most of my life. I grew up watching Christopher Lee Dracula movies with my mother because she was a vampire fan. Vampires never scared me (except for one particular scene in Salem’s Lot), but werewolves frightened me.

The idea of becoming a powerful, ferocious beast and having no memory of what you did during the time you changed made me uneasy to say the least. As a child, I never would have imagined a werewolf hero, but the turning point for me was when I watched The Howling. Though the werewolves in it were monsters, they weren’t out of control. The Howling werewolves were different than other werewolves. Even when they shifted, they decided whether they would kill a victim or change him with a single bite. The sex scene between Bill and Marsha was thought provoking. They started the scene in human form and ended as mating wolves. Bill also tried to sway his wife Karen toward the werewolf way, but ultimately Karen was changed by force. In her wolf form, she sacrificed herself to warn the world about the danger of werwolves. The Howling got me thinking about werewolves in a different way.

Another movie that helped change my opinion about werewolves was Wolf. In it, the werewolf is the hero, not the villain.

Over the years, werewolves have progressed to creatures who are more a reflection of the beauty and freedom of the wild than mindless, grotesque evil lurking beneath a human cover. Werwolves and other shifters are often romance heroes. They allow us to explore our wild side while still retaining our humanity.

Old fashioned werewolves still frighten me, but modern ones, who retain their ability to reason, fascinate me.

How do you feel about werewolf heroes?

About Kate
Always a fan of romance and the paranormal, Kate Hill started writing over twenty years ago for pleasure. Her first story, a short erotic vampire tale, was accepted for publication in 1996. Since then she has sold over one hundred short stories, novellas and novels.

When she’s not working on her books, Kate enjoys reading, working out, spending time with her family and pets and running the Compelling Beasts Blog, dedicated to antagonists, antiheroes and paranormal creatures. She also writes under the name Saloni Quinby.

Links:
http://www.kate-hill.com
http://www.kate-hill.com/blog
http://www.kate-hill.com/compellingbeastsblog
https://www.amazon.com/Kate-Hill/e/B002BLS7OW/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1485103167&sr=1-2-ent
http://www.facebook.com/katehillsaloniquinby
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16157.Kate_Hill
https://plus.google.com/110359814167605096582
http://www.twitter.com/katehillromance
http://www.twitter.com/compbeastsblog

Fangs and Fists 2: Grit
by Kate Hill
An erotic paranormal romance from Changeling Press.

Blurb:
Werewolf gladiator Grit faced his own mortality in the arena, only to be resurrected by a demon. Grit now lives a shadowy existence as one of the soulless, remembering only bits and pieces of his former life. Nonetheless, he recognizes evil and knows he must fight for the future of his young son, as well as the rest of the world.

Zari, a vampire warrior, helped Grit escape the tower where he had been imprisoned. She had feelings for Grit when they’d first met, but at the time he had been mated to another wolf. Now that he’s on his own, they’re free to explore their feelings as they fight side by side as part of the rebellion against the demons. In the midst of war, their love grows, but danger is everywhere.

Haylen, the demon who resurrected Grit, offers a bargain that may save or destroy the rebellion. Whatever the outcome, Zari and Grit intend to face it together and explore the once forbidden passion between them.

 

New Release: The Baron’s Cufflinks by P.J. MacLayne


What starts as Girl’s Night Out ends in murder, and Harmony Duprie is a suspect.

She’s innocent, of course, but with no alibi, the sheriff’s department won’t remove her from the list of suspects. It doesn’t help when a waitress from the bar gets beaten up and the only clue is a slip of paper with Harmony’s name on it. Throw in a rookie deputy dead set on building his reputation and Harmony must tread carefully.

But caution isn’t Harmony’s middle name and she plunges head first into danger to defend her honor.

What she finds is a web of half-truths and suspicions implicating several law enforcement agencies, with Jake, her ex-lover, stuck in the middle of it all.

Can Harmony rescue Jake and find the real culprit before she becomes the next victim?

The Baron’s Cufflinks is the third book in the Oak Grove Mysteries, and Harmony Duprie is up to her usual antics.

Excerpt:

It didn’t take long for a warm body to slide into the barstool next to me. The middle-aged man with a bad comb-over hairdo and bulging stomach wasn’t my type at all. But Tiffini would talk to him.

“How’s it going, Sugar?” he said. “Buy you a drink?” He’d already had several drinks based on the smell of liquor on his breath.

I smiled and waved my beer bottle in front of his face. “Thanks! How about the next round?”

He waved to get the bartender’s attention and pointed to me. “Another of those for the lady.”

I wouldn’t be drinking it, but I didn’t stop him.

“What’s your name, Sugar?” he asked.

God help me, I giggled. “Sugar will do fine for now. What’s your name?”

“Dave.” He took a swig of whatever poison he was drinking. “I haven’t seen you around here before.”

He looked like a Dave. His wife—yes, he was wearing a wedding ring—probably called him David when she was mad at him. “I’m new in town,” I said. And giggled again. “Thought I’d get out and make some friends.”

Dave grinned widely. At least he had a full set of teeth. “Why don’t you come over and join me and my buds?”

I glanced over towards the table he indicated. The three men looked like clones of Dave. None of them appeared to be dangerous. It would likely be a waste of my time, but I picked up my beer and slid off the barstool. “Sure.”

He grabbed my second beer and his own drink and we made our way across the room.  One of them grabbed an empty chair from a nearby table. “Sugar, meet the guys. That’s Bill, Harry, and Lamar.”

They could have been Mo, Larry, and Curly for all I cared, but I grinned as I settled into one of the empty chairs. “Nice to meet you.”

“Sugar’s new around here,” Dave announced. “So, I volunteered us to make her feel welcome.”

I fluttered my fake eyelashes and giggled. “Sure is nice of y’all to let me join you.”

I did my best impression of Tiffini flirting with all four of the men and discovered, to my surprise, they were actually fun to talk to. I think they were surprised at my knowledge of Steeler’s football, and that made Tiffini more of a friend than a target. The chair they’d given me had a view of the front door, and as was my habit, I’d been keeping an eye on it. It had opened and closed many times, but this time was different.

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Author’s Bio

Born and raised among the rolling hills of western Pennsylvania, P.J. MacLayne still finds inspiration for her books in that landscape. She is a computer geek by day and a writer by night who currently lives in the shadow of the Rocky Mountains. When she’s not in front of a computer screen, she might be found exploring the back roads of the nearby national forests and parks. In addition to the Oak Grove Mysteries, she is also the author of The Free Wolves series.

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