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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¢!

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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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Keta Diablo is visiting today with her new historical romance book! Take it away, Keta.

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Hi everyone,

Thanks so much for stopping by Cailin’s blog today.

I have a new release to show off and thank you so much in advance for reading about it.

SKY DREAMS is Book 3 in my historical romance Sky Series set in Minnesota. The first two books, Sky Tinted Water, Book 1 and Sky Dance, Book 2 feature Dawson and Rory Finch (resident hero and heroine). Both books have an element of suspense and a  Native American slant. The 1862 Dakota Uprising took place and was a very turbulent time for many of the small communities in southern Minnesota. And we can’t forget about the Civil War (Minnesota fought for the North) so that made for an exciting, if not a bit dangerous time, for Rory and Dawson.

In Sky Dreams, Book 3, their daughter, Haven Finch Morgan is featured. You can read more about her plight in the blurb below. I’ve supplied plenty of angst for our heroine while she navigates through widowhood and struggles to find love again.

But isn’t that what romance is all about?

About Sky Dreams, Book 3

A sweet historical romance

Keta Diablo

In Sky Tinted Water (Book 1) and Sky Dance (Book 2) you met Dawson and Rory Finch and shared in the journey of their love. Now, in Sky Dreams (Book 3), meet their daughter, Haven.

In 1893, Haven Morgan is a young widow. Heartbroken and alone after her husband’s tragic death, she travels to Cobb’s Grove, Minnesota to teach at the country school.

Her curiosity is piqued when she meets the handsome supervisor of the local lumber mill, Cade Kincannon, but the trauma of her husband’s death haunts her days and torments her dreams.

Can Cade break through the veil of darkness shrouding Haven, forge a path to her heart and convince her it’s all right to love again?

Setup and Excerpt: Haven relives her husband’s death while riding the train to teach school at Cobb’s Grove, Minnesota.

Haven’s heart raced, beads of perspiration erupted on her brow. Bile choked her throat when her mind returned to the nightmarish images seconds later.

The severed, crumpled bodies appeared in a rush. Blood, so much blood against the stark white landscape. Shep had been tossed a rod from her husband’s body and stomped to death, his lifeless form flat as a fence board. Sprawled out on his side, crimson streams had arced and pumped from deep gashes in Champion’s withers and belly. A pinkish-foam oozed from the horse’s nostrils, the once beautiful brown eyes now closed in death. Underneath Champion’s still form lay her beloved Mathias, his feet still hooked into the stirrups.

She’d clutched her hand to her throat, dismounted in one swift movement and trudged through drifts up to her calves. Dropping to her knees, she’d tried in vain to pull his lifeless form out from under the horse. And then she saw his face. The earth spun out of control. The brown eyes that had gazed at her with so much longing and tenderness that morning were open, like his mouth. His chest was still, his skin pale gray, as if all the blood had been siphoned from his beautiful face.

A long time later, exhausted from crying out her anguish, she turned a ravaged face to the sky and cursed God. Swore she’d never put her faith in him again, questioned his all-encompassing compassion. How could a loving God allow this to happen to Mathias…to her?

The unmistakable grunting and pawing of a large beast drew her from her misery. Without looking at her nemesis, she pulled her husband’s rifle from the scabbard and rose to her feet on that icy battleground. With tear-stained face, her body racked by sobs, she faced the culprit of her agony. A wreath of white snow encircled his massive head as he pawed and stomped at the ground, intent on destroying yet another human who dared enter his territory.

She took aim and emptied the rifle into the monster that had crushed her world, and then she mounted Bluebelle and headed for home in a fog of despair.

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