New Release: Falling for the Enemy

Falling for the Enemy


Falling in Love, 1

June Armstrong has hated Trey Hunt since high school. Yet, no matter how much she hated Trey, she also had the biggest crush on him. It was sick crushing on her enemy, but she got over it—or did she?

Years later, June is a success. She’s confident and loving life. However, Trey works across the street from her. He’s sexier, covered in ink, and he makes her melt more than before. To complicate her mixed emotions, he wants her badly and won’t take no for an answer.

Could falling for her enemy be that bad? Trey’s a temptation she can’t refuse. What’s wrong with giving in a little?

Be Warned: spanking, anal sex




“What’s going on?” she asked, looking at the roses and then back at him.


“I wanted to apologize for my behavior this morning and was wondering if I could make it up to you.”


Several people entered the bakery, saw the roses and smiled. Heat filled her cheeks, and she felt it, hating the feeling instantly. It reminded her of high school. Staring at Trey all she saw was the hands pushing her books out of her grip and heard from his lips the names he called her. No, she wasn’t accepting any roses from him.


Going around the counter, she grabbed his arm. June ignored the electricity she felt from his touch alone.


“I need to talk to you,” she said, tugging him out the door. It was freezing for November, but she couldn’t feel anything past the initial pain.


Moving out of sight of the town, she took him down the alley way. “What’s your problem?” she asked, letting him go.


“There’s no problem. I’m giving you flowers to make up for my behavior earlier this morning.”


She shook her head. “I don’t need roses. I don’t need you to make anything up to me. Whatever game you’re playing, I don’t want any part of it.” The roses were beautiful. If they were given to her by a man who didn’t share the history that she and Trey shared, she’d have gladly taken them.


“I’m not playing any game.”


“All you do is play games. I’m not going to be the butt of your jokes, Trey. High school ended, and I’m back making a go of it in this town because my parents wanted me to. I didn’t want to come back here at all. Keep your roses, and keep your apology.”


She turned to leave, but Trey grabbed her arm, pulling her back.


Her back was to the wall. “I want you to have the roses.”


“I don’t want them.”


June fought the tears. Her mind assailed by all the memories and wishes she’d once had. There was a time when she would have jumped for joy at Trey giving her roses. No more, he forced those feelings out of her.


She refused to feel anything for him other than hate.


“I’m not that asshole who hurt you, June.”


“Prove it.” The words slipped out of her mouth before she could stop them. Looking up into Trey’s dark eyes she saw them dilate.




In the next instant his lips were on hers, stopping all the fight she’d once had for him. The roses were dropped to the floor as his hands cupped her face. She felt him pull the band holding her ponytail in place. Her curls cascaded around her face, and his hands sank into the length.


Moaning, June ran her hands up his arms and circled his neck. She pressed her body against him, relishing the touch of his lips on hers. His body trapped her against the hard wall. One of his hands left her hair to grip under her knee. He lifted her knee over his thigh and ground himself against her core.


She felt the hot brand of his cock, pressing against her.


Gasping, she let her head fall back, not caring as it hit the wall. His lips moved to her neck, kissing a path down to her breasts.


Trey’s hand fisted in her hair, tightening the strands and making it hurt. She cried out, feeling an answering pulse between her thighs.

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New Release: Lash (The Skulls)

Lash (The Skulls) 


The Skulls, 1

No one messes with The Skulls and gets away with it!

The last thing Angel Marston ever wanted was be at the mercy of The Skulls. They’re the local bikers and the club that helps keep the town safe, but they have their own kind of rules. They party hard and do whatever the hell they want. But her father’s debts to the club mean Angel has no choice.

Lash loves his club, but he wants a woman who hasn’t slept with all the crew. Angel is just what he’s looking for. She’s sweet, young … and a virgin. He wants her more than anything and has already staked his claim on her.

When Lash touches her, Angel can’t help but melt. He sets fires inside her body with his wandering hands and sinful lips. She can’t say no, and she wants him desperately.

But when all seems to be going so well for Angel and Lash, their pasts catch up to them. The Skulls have enemies who want the town and their women. Lash must decide who to put first, the club or his woman. Is Angel strong enough to stand by his side when the going gets tough? And what will happen when tragedy and pain both hit at once?

Be Warned: anal sex, spanking


She nibbled on her lip, and Lash remembered her lips wrapped around a straw. He couldn’t stop it. Holding onto the back of her head, Lash smashed his lips against hers. Her hands moved to his chest, and Lash watched as she closed her eyes. When she did, he closed his own and allowed himself the pleasure of the kiss.

Angel moaned. He tilted her head back, nibbled on her lip and waited for her to open up to him. Her lips opened, and Lash took full advantage of it. Stroking his tongue into her mouth, Lash made love to her mouth. He fucked her mouth with his tongue, mimicking the movements he wanted to do between her thighs.

Her hands moved to his chest, gripping the fabric of his vest. Lash moved his hand down from her head to her back. He pushed her back to the bed until she was under him.

With careful movements, Lash settled between her thighs, and the denim skirt she wore rode up high around her waist. He stroked a hand up her thigh, feeling her silken skin against his palm.

Lash didn’t press his cock against her centre. The only thing keeping him away from her was her panties and the denim of his jeans.

Making love to her mouth, Lash caressed her body as best as he could in the position. Her hands moved from his chest around to his back. Her nails sank into his shirt. If he’d been naked Lash would have her mark his back.

His cock was thick, and his need for her intensified.

“Kiss me back,” he said, breaking the kiss long enough to speak.

Before she got chance to talk or push him away, Lash claimed her lips once again.

He fucked her mouth with his tongue and pressed his palm between them. Touching her pussy he felt her heat against him. Moaning, Lash kept her mouth occupied at the same time he pushed the fabric of her panties out of his way. He needed to touch her.

Slipping a finger through her folds, Lash touched her clit. She jumped under his touch. He kept her in place, sinking his fingers into her hair, holding her there.

Lash stroked her clit feeling her cream soak his fingers. She was so close, and Lash knew she’d never been touched like this before.

He fingered her clit, kissing her mouth and hoping he wasn’t fucking up what was happening.

She cried out and seconds later shuddered under his touch. It was the most erotic experience of his life. Lash eased the touch of his fingers and then slowly withdrew from her heat.

Staring down into her face, Lash waited for her to open her eyes.

Angel looked at him, her face flushed from her orgasm. It hadn’t taken long at all. He’d known it wouldn’t.

“You’re beautiful,” he said. Without thinking he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked the cream from them.

She looked away from him, biting onto her lip.

“What did I just do?” she asked.

Her words were so faint that he only just heard them. “I suggest you get used to my touch, baby. I’m not going anywhere, and you’re going to get used to my touch.”