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Needing Him – This is not just a love story, it’s an obsession…
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Educated by the Master – SFR Brigade Showcase

Surprise Unveiling Romance Giveaway

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We are celebrating #romance by having a “SURPRISE” giveaway! 25 authors have come together to offer 1 ebook + a “Surprise Giveaway”. Could be #ebooks #paperback #swag #amazongiftcard & MORE. Enter with the rafflecopter link PLUS join the Facebook Event and meet each author!!! Cailin Briste will be posting on the event page and who knows what goodies await for those who stop by and participate. (Oh, wait. I know. But I’m not telling. This is all about surprises after all. CB)

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Authors participating & the day of their “unveiling”.

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

I finished Only Him – Obsessed Novella #2 by Jeanne St. James in one sitting. Not because it’s a novella and a shorter read, but because it pegged my hot sex meter. Needing Him, the next in the series, released August 4th, and I can’t wait to get my copy. It’s rated at 4.6 stars on Amazon.

Don’t wait. Buy now. It’s a 99 cent investment in a good right-before-bed read. Read it out loud to your significant other and who knows what might happen!

Needing Him (An Obsessed Novella)

By Jeanne St. James

Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance, Erotica

Available for only 99¢!

Buy link: www.books2read.com/NeedingHim

Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35429696-needing-him

Blurb:

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

Grace:

The same week every year he comes to my little resort in Maine for five days, then disappears. His darkness, his demons, intrigue me and I need to know his story.

I hope he shows up again this year, because I’m determined to talk to him, make him see me and not look through me like I don’t exist. Make him realize I’m not just some anonymous person who hands him a key.

No, this year will be different.

I haven’t gotten laid in a long time. So, tag, he’s it.

 Nick:

For the past three years, I’ve come up to this remote area to forget, to bury my grief. But this year, I don’t need a trip to this run-down resort, this little cabin on the lake, to survive this week. However, there’s one thing I’ve left behind each year when I head back to reality…

Her.

I’ve found the right woman who’ll fill the emptiness deep inside of me, the hole that’s lurked there for years. I can’t get her out of my head. Funny thing is, I don’t even know her name. I never asked.

This year that’s going to change. And I hope she’s willing because I’m taking complete control.

Note: All books in the Obsessed series are standalone novellas. They are intended for audiences over 18 years of age since they include explicit sexual situations, including BDSM.

Excerpt:

Grace:

Every year he shows up. He comes for five days and then disappears. Same week, every year, for the past three years. Arrives on a Sunday night and leaves Friday morning.

He hardly says a word to me. He picks up the keys to his cabin with a couple grunts, then locks himself in for the duration. I don’t know if he sleeps, eats or what. All I know is I’m not to disturb him in any fashion. He made that perfectly clear in a surly manner the first year.

I’m just glad I have an occupant. He never quibbles about the price of the cabin, never asks me for anything. Never complains.

The best part is, he comes during the off season when it’s so slow I think I’ll become destitute. Be homeless and starve.

But, I watch him. He intrigues me and I want to know his story. Why this small town in Maine? Why this time of year?

Why?

And, last but not least, why is my tired little lakeside resort his choice? Yes, the area is beautiful, but it’s remote. Though, it’s not like he goes out hiking, or mountain biking, or even boating on the large lake.

Maybe that’s what he needs. Quiet. Peace.

Me? I get too much peace and quiet. This town bores me to death. Anyone with any ambition escapes as soon as they can.

Though, I can’t get myself to run away. I can’t even walk away.

This was my father’s resort. When he died, he left it to his only daughter. Hell, his only child. He took pride in this place, he built it with his own hands. So, of course, I take pride in it, too.

Even though it bores the fuck out of me.

And the dating scene?

Non-existent. If I’m lucky, I get laid when tourists come to moose watch in the summer. If I’m lucky, I get laid when the snowmobilers blow into town and take over the frozen lake and the nearby trails. If I’m lucky, I get laid when mountain bikers come and ride through the woods when the leaves are changing colors.

But, let’s just say, I haven’t been very lucky lately. Not in a long time. I swear I’ve converted back to a virgin, if that’s even possible.

Fortunately, I’m not uptight and can take care of my own needs. Though, that gets lonely and boring, too. Batteries and my vibrators have become my best friends.

Honestly, I really just need to get the fuck out of this town.

I sigh and look at my reservation book. Yes, book, because even the Internet sucks up here. And cell towers? Yeah, right. You may get a signal if you stand on your head and face North while singing Yankee Doodle Dandy.

Every cabin is still equipped with landline phones and the only television comes from a satellite dish, which only works when it isn’t cloudy, raining, snowing, or the birds aren’t chirping.

My heart races as I see his name written in my unreadable scribble. But, I know it’s him. I’ve reserved his regular cabin.

Not that any of the other cabins are booked since it’s the shoulder season. No one in their right mind is here. The leaves are now brown and falling, the lake too cold to swim in, but too warm for winter activities.

He made his reservation for this year before he left last year.

I hope he shows. Even at the deep discounted rate I’ve given him for coming at this time of year, every penny counts.

That’s not the only reason I hope he comes. No, this year I’m determined to talk to him, make him see me, and not look completely through me like I don’t exist. Make him realize I’m not just some anonymous person who hands him a key and makes him sign a receipt.

No, this year it’s going to be different.

I haven’t gotten laid in a long time.

So, tag. He’s it.

About the Author:

JEANNE ST. JAMES is a bestselling 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. Want to read a sample of her work? Download a sampler book here: BookHip.com/MTQQKK

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Educated by the Master – SFR Brigade Showcase

This week I’m participating in the SFR Brigade’s Showcase with a bit more from my sci-fi erotic romance novella, Educated by the Master. It will be available for pre-order in the Cosmic Love Cabaret anthology in September.

Here’s a taste of Trey and Patsy’s first meeting.

“Hi. Sorry I’m late. Ya wouldn’t believe the crush of folks leavin’ Quantum today. I’m Patsy. Trey Johansson. Right? Mr. Meryon sent your picture, so I recognized ya. Although I don’t expect there’s many men that look quite like ya.”

When she paused for a breath, Trey inserted a few words into her verbal onslaught. “Yes. I am.”

“I’m excited to meet ya. And to work with ya. I have so many plans I can’t wait to share. Our shuttle back to Q—that’s LS Quantum for short—boards in about fifteen minutes. We have time for a quick drink if ya’d like, or we could head to the gate. I could use a drink. Dashin’ around.” She waved her hand in the air. “I’m so thirsty now. I’m gettin’ an orange fizzy. What would ya like?”

Pleasant expression on her face, Patsy waited for a response.

“Oh, uh. Sure, I’ll have what you’re having.”

“Be right back.” She twirled and headed toward the bar.

Wow. That accent sounded Irish. And not Tallavan faux Irish. Light complexion, freckles, copper hair, wearing green…stereotype, sure, but damn, if she wasn’t Irish, he’d eat a whole pan of fried blood pudding. Something he hadn’t tasted in a long time. Fried eggs, tomatoes, white-and-black pudding. A full Irish breakfast like his mother made better than any other cook on Tallav. He missed his folks and his mother’s cooking, but Tallav would never be his home. Even if he’d been a member of the aristocracy, he would have left the Tallavan matriarchy in the dust as he had the moment he was of age.

“Here ya go.” Patsy handed him a large disposable cup and took a long drink from her own. “Ah. That was what I needed. I had cobwebs in my throat.”

Trey tipped his cup back and swallowed three gulps of the sweet orange liquid and remembered why he never drank fizzies. The carbonation bubbled up his nose. He pinched his nostrils, squinched his eyes shut, and waited for the burn to abate.

“Got fizz up your nose, did ya? Ya should drink more slowly if ya can’t handle the sparkly. I never have a problem. My whole system’s plumbed with synthsteel.”

Was this slip of a girl offering him advice as though he were some— “My delicate feckin’ nose thanks ya for the interest in its well-bein’.”

With blue eyes aglow, she leaned toward him. “Think nothin’ of it. An féidir leat labhairt le haon Gealic chun dul leis sin blas na hÉireann?”

Sarcasm was lost on Patsy O’Shaughnessy. “It’s not an Irish accent. I’m from Tallav, which was infected with a fanatic love of all things from the Emerald Isle when the planet was founded. I never had the time to learn Gaelic, but many Tallavans do.”

“Standard it is then. We have somethin’ in common. I’m proper Irish. Erin go Bragh. ‘Tis a pity ya don’t speak Gaelic. I don’t get to speak it this far from home. Oh, goodness. We need to head over to the gate. Our shuttle will be boardin’ soon.”

Educated by the Master by Cailin Briste

She’s new to kink. He’s a BDSM Master with eighteen days to educate her.

Trey Johannsen’s preference is to stick to managing a private BDSM club on Beta Tau. It’s dark. It’s sexy. The cries of pleasure, the thud of a flogger, and the mingled scents of arousal and fear are evidence he’s damn good at it.

So, when his boss insists Trey’s perfect for assisting a new hire to develop a BDSM cabaret, Trey is nonplussed. How the hell do you make burlesque accurate? Then he meets her, and instant attraction has him imagining peeling her clothes off, tying her to a bed, and sexually dominating her until she can take no more.

When Patsy O’Shaughnessy first lays eyes on BDSM master Trey Johannsen everything about him impresses her. Providing him a personal tour of the on stage and behind-the-scenes workings of the Cosmic Love Cabaret isn’t a problem. Withstanding the sheer sexiness of the ultra-masculine hunk while he educates her about BDSM? That’s going to take some doing.

Not that she plans to suggest hands-on training. No, the move from stage manager at the Cosmic Love Cabaret to creative director for a new venue is something she can’t blow. But if Trey Johannsen thinks experience is the best teacher, who is she to disagree?

Available for Pre-Order September 5, 2017. Release Date: October 10, 2017.

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