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No One Else Can Have Her

Looking for a super possessive, over the top, alpha hero? Nate is all of those things and more.

He is willing to do anything to claim his woman.

Blurb

Nate Smith has a secret.

He is completely and totally in love with Carly Andrews, and has been since they were kids. The only problem is she doesn’t know, and he doesn’t believe she is ready to know. He doesn’t want to spoil their friendship. But … he also can’t stand the thought of her with other men. So, he threatens or hurts anyone who would dare to go on a date with her.

After years of disastrous dates, Carly knows she must be the problem. She is unlovable, and all she has ever wanted is to have a family. So, she intends to find a way to get pregnant. She no longer needs a man, just a sperm.

The moment Nate hears of her plan, he is not having her use just any sperm. She will have his, but if she wants to have a baby, they are going to do this the good old-fashioned way.

What started out as a crazy idea, soon becomes the best one yet. Carly has been in love with Nate all of her life. She has tried to hide her feelings, but now she has given him her virginity, and they are like dynamite together.

Only, she should have known nothing comes without a price…

Excerpt:

Picking up the empty potato salad dish, she offered a smile to the group and disappeared into the kitchen, which was where she found Nate looking out the window.

“There you are,” Carly said. She put the empty dish into the sink, and was tempted to leave it, but she hated mess. Turning on the tap, she began to clean it.

“I wondered where you had gone to.” With the dish clean, she left it on the draining board until later.

She didn’t want to be rude. Stepping up to the fridge, she grabbed the next bowl of potato salad. Everyone was always so hungry, even if it was the seven of them—eight if she counted Misha as eating for two people. She had hoped for more people to arrive, but she also didn’t mind that it was only the seven of them. She kept reminding herself of the little baby bump.

“Is everything okay?” she asked.

Nate turned toward her and she saw the frown of his brows. She’d seen Nate glare or frown many times, but this was different. Something told her he seemed troubled today, unlike the other days.

“What is it?” she asked. “What’s wrong? I promise I will clean everything up. Was the steak not good? The chicken?”

“You want to have a child,” Nate said.

“What?” She hadn’t expected him to mention children.

“A child. You want to have a baby.”

She offered him a confused smile. “This is not news, Nate. You know I have always wanted to have children.” She put a hand to her stomach. Unlike Sarah, she hadn’t opted for a bikini, but a one-piece suit. She also went for some shorts for her own personal comfort, so she wasn’t showing off too much leg.

“You’re planning on going to a sperm donor,” Nate said.

“You’ve been talking to Sarah.” She sighed. She should have known Sarah wouldn’t keep her random declaration of wanting a child and how to get one, to herself.

“Yes, I’ve been talking to Sarah. Is it true?”

She took a deep breath. “I only thought about it last night,” Carly said. “Yes, it is a real possibility.”

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ASIN: B0CY4SC4X3
ISBN: 9780369510020

Blackmailing the Denton Girl

Post author By Author Sam Crescent
Post date April 9, 2024
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Blackmailing the Denton Girl (The Denton Family Legacy) is finally here!!!

Will Tamsin be able to save them all …

Blurb

Tamsin doesn’t want to be married. She ran away from home and started a new life for herself far away from any Denton. However, she knows there is always danger lurking. Mason Savonas is closing in, and she cannot fall into his trap.

Mason has no choice, he has to find Tamsin Denton before his father does. His father likes them young, and he has set his sights on the youngest Denton. He does not want war between their families, but peace. After finding Tamsin, he does negotiate. He will keep all of her secrets, and all she has to do is marry him.

For two years, Mason surprises her. He is the perfect gentleman. She wants to hate him, but little by little, she sees the true man that he is, and it is not someone she hates.

But there is trouble brewing. Mason could not kill his father due to the consequences, but he has just uncovered a loophole. Only Tamsin can kill him, and he will not ask his young wife to kill a man. Can she do it, or will it be too late to save everyone from all out war?

Excerpt:

She walked into the bedroom, found a silk negligee she had purchased, and quickly put it on. To finish, she donned a robe and then looked at the bed, where the book lay that had filled her head with so many ideas.

Picking it up, she glared at it. “This is all your fault.” She opened the bedside drawer, threw the book inside, and slammed it closed.

She had tried to ignore her curiosity for so long, as well as her attraction toward her husband. In the beginning it had felt easy to do. She had so much animosity inside her, thinking of Mason as attractive was the last thing on her mind. Every opportunity presented to him and even to herself, she could label him a monster or an asshole. Then of course, once the anger started to melt away, she realized he was anything but.

Like on their wedding night. If it had been left to Paul, she had no doubt she wouldn’t be a virgin. He’d have taken her, and there had been plenty of moments since then when he has hinted at what he wanted to do to her. She never told Mason, because it wasn’t about rocking the boat. No, it was about survival.

That was all she was doing—trying to survive. Mason, however, on their wedding night, took care of her. He cut himself, bloodied the sheets, and then when it was all over, he gave her space and even time. Mason didn’t demand her presence the next morning. No one had to look at her after his father displayed the sheets. In a weird way, he’d been a gentleman about it. When it was time to leave, he made sure no one stopped them or got the chance to talk to her.

Over the last two years, he had protected her. He only made her go to certain functions that made it impossible for him to refuse. He never left her side. There were, of course, a few occasions where his father asked her to dance, and he couldn’t refuse. Mason had learned the trick, though, and whenever he saw his father coming, he took her onto the dance floor. She realized that.

He never forced her to go anywhere for her birthday and Christmas. They did only what they had to do. Their first Christmas together, alone, she had been quite content. They both took the time to decorate the tree, and while Mason had been away, she attempted to make the house all festive. Tamsin didn’t know if he would love it or hate it, and Mason had loved it. That Christmas, even though deep in her heart she wanted to hate it, had been one of the best in her life. She had even gone shopping for gifts for Mason. Nothing too special. Just some items of clothing, trinkets, that kind of thing. He’d done the same for her.

Pushing those thoughts aside, she made her way out of her room and straight back to the main corridor, only to find Mason wasn’t there. She found him in his office. He’d poured himself a whiskey and was standing near the empty fireplace. During the winter months, there was often a soft fire glowing. It was summer and any essence of a fire would be way too blistering.

She stepped forward, hitting the door, gaining his attention.

Mason turned to her and for several minutes, neither of them said anything. He’d removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, showcasing the spread of his tattoos. His arms were covered, his chest, and there were some on his back. From what she could see, he liked to get inked.

Closing the distance between them, she watched as he took a sip of his drink.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

“Nothing. Want a taste?”

Tamsin never drank. Other than a few sips of wine or champagne, she liked to keep a level head. Growing up a Denton, then running away and fighting for her life, she had not relished the toxicity of alcohol.

She took a deep breath and then nodded. Taking the glass from him, she pressed it to her lips and took a sip, wrinkling her nose as it burned on the way down.

“That’s horrible.”

Mason chuckled. “I know.”

“Why do you drink it?”

“I guess I love the burn.” He finished off the drink. “Did you enjoy your dinner?”

“Yes.” She looked at him and nibbled her lip, not sure what was happening. They had agreed to sex, to making babies, or at least to sex.

That blasted book upstairs and its suggestions. And people said reading was a good thing. Tamsin reached out and took his hand, holding it in hers.

At first, she didn’t move. She felt frozen in place. This was the first time she had openly touched him, and all she had done was hold his hand.

What am I doing?

Why am I doing this?

Do I even want this?

So many questions rolled around her head and none of them made any kind of sense.

Tamsin placed a hand on his chest. He was so warm. Even through his shirt, she felt the warmth spreading to her hand.

“Tamsin?”

She tilted her head toward him. There was no rule to say she couldn’t kiss him. She wasn’t bound by any laws to say this couldn’t happen. She had made up every single rule and law when it came to this man. No one was going to stop her. No one was going to grab her, throw her in jail, and lock away the key.

She had set the rules and boundaries, and if she wanted to, providing Mason wanted to as well, she could break them. None of the ties that bound them controlled what they did next. This could happen.

Slowly, she slid her hand up his chest. She released a little gasp as she felt his hand on her hip, holding her tightly.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

She had no idea.

“I don’t know,” she answered as honestly as she could. “But, I’d like you to kiss me, and to do so because you want to, and because you’re not afraid.”

Mason chuckled. “I’m not afraid of you, Tamsin.”

“What about … me being a Denton?” She tilted her head to the side and looked at him.

“I don’t give a fuck what your name was before. Last time I checked, Tamsin, you’re a Savonas. You’re no Denton.”

And then, he slammed his lips down on hers.

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ASIN: B0CZSDV74H

ISBN: 9780369510013

Sold to my Best Friend’s Dad

Post author By Author Sam Crescent
Post date December 5, 2023
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Blurb

Clara has had a crush on her best friend’s dad for years. She wishes she could get him out of her head, but Grayson Blackwell invades her every thought. The fact he’s a bully, rude, and dismissive doesn’t turn her off. It only fuels her desire to get his attention.

Grayson’s more than twice Clara’s age, not to mention she’s his daughter’s best friend. Any intimate entanglement would cross too many lines to count. The facts don’t seem to cool his desire for the young, curvy blonde. He decides to make a secret deal with her, one he hopes will help him end his obsession.

It starts with a contract, but things get messy once emotions get involved. Can they make their taboo relationship work or will it pull their lives apart?

Excerpt:

Clara struggled to carry the first box upstairs. The last thing she wanted was to drop the box and smash all the glass bottles of wine. Taking one step at a time, she slowly made her way up, occasionally resting the box on one of her knees. By the time she brought all the boxes up, she’d be a sweaty, disgusting mess. She expected to hang balloons or something, not haul heavy boxes.

She set the first box near the kitchen island and headed back for number two. Clara bent down and struggled to heave the second box up off the floor, using the wall as leverage. Then the weight of the box was gone, and she gasped, thinking it was about to fall.

“I’ve got it.”

Clara looked up, right into Grayson’s face. He was wearing a fancy suit, his wild hair casually slicked back. And he smelled too tempting.

“Where’ve you been hiding?”

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

He easily set the box back on the stack. “Leave these. I have staff to haul this shit.”

Grayson stared at her, using a finger under her chin when she looked to the ground.

“You were pretty confident last time you were here. Remember that? You said you didn’t need time to think about our arrangement.”

Then she remembered the price issue.

“You’re not paying enough.” She wanted to bite her tongue. If anything, it made her sound like a mega-whore.

“Did we agree on a price?”

She shook her head.

“Then I wouldn’t worry about it,” he said. “Tell me, Clara. What’s the going price for virgin pussy?” He pressed her against the wall, his hand going down between them. Grayson cupped her pussy through her dress with his big, strong hand. “How much is this going to cost me?”

She let out a staggered breath. A flash fire of need made her cunt pulse under his fingers. She dropped her weight lower, needing more, craving this side of him.

“Or will you give it to me for free?”

Yes, yes she would, but then she remembered her mother. She needed this money more than he knew.

Clara attempted to get out of his grasp, but he caged her in, an outstretched arm to each side of her head.

“Two hundred thousand. That’s what it’ll cost you.” With that kind of money, she could pay off her mother’s mortgage, handle all the bills, and leave her enough of a cushion that she wouldn’t need to work so hard.

“Done.” He removed his arms and adjusted his tie. “Stay for the party. I’ll try to find time to get it all on paper.”

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Alpha Shifter Collecrtion New Release Paranormal Romance Sam Crescent Shifter Standalone

The Alpha’s Daughter

Blurb

Karina is not like any of the wolves within her pack. She’s a human. The only human to be born of two wolves.

When her father invites another alpha to take his pick of willing, single, consenting females, Karina has no choice but to be in the lineup. She is pack, she is single, and she knows she is not going to get picked. She is human, and any alpha would be looking for a wolf.

Rage has no desire to take a woman from Westblood’s pack. He doesn’t need a woman to make an alliance against the rogue wolves that are deadly to all wolves. One scent of Karina, and all sense is lost. She is his mate. He doesn’t care that she’s human, all he knows, is that he belongs with her.

Karina doesn’t feel anything for Rage. Even though he claims to be her mate, she doesn’t sense a thing. She has no wolf senses. She is weak. But slowly, little by little, she cannot help but be drawn to the new alpha. He doesn’t treat her with kid gloves. He shows her his wolf, and he is willing to explore with her.

Rage has already figured out why Karina is human. He doesn’t care. She is his love and his soul mate, and he will never let her go.

Excerpt:

Rage burst out laughing.

She loved the sound.

“I can’t open jars either, which my brothers and Rose find amusing. Dad had to buy me a tool because it’s so bad. Everyone else, pop, and the lid is off.” She mimicked opening a jar for everyone else. “Not me, I look awful, red face, gritted teeth, the works.”

“Do you wish you were a wolf?” he asked.

“Sometimes. I think it might be a little easier for my parents, for the whole pack. No one says anything, but I am the odd one. The outsider. When they go out hunting, I stay home. It gets kind of lonely.”

“They don’t allow you to go out in the full moon?”

“No. They don’t want me to get hurt.”

“You’re pack. Even in wolf form, they’d be able to scent you. I can tell you’re a Westblood, by scent alone.”

She chuckled. “Yay, that can be my superpower. I smell real bad.”

“I didn’t say you smelled real bad.”

Karina laughed. “Please don’t worry about it. At least I know I smell of pack. That is kind of nice.”

“How about at the next full moon, you and I go out?”

“Together?”

“Yes, I’ll take you into the forest.”

“And have your wicked way with me?” she asked, kind of kidding. Was she kidding? She didn’t know if she was or not.

“If you’d like me to.”

Karina looked into Rage’s eyes, and there was something, a gleam, or a hint, a promise.

“Yeah, I don’t think my dad would allow us to do that. He didn’t want us to come here, so I don’t think that’s going to happen.” She wanted to break this … feeling. She had no idea what it was, but it was sweeping over her whole body. Her nipples felt tight and hard.

“You’re my mate, Karina. Your dad can try, but I won’t let him come between us. If you want to spend time with me at the next full moon, then say the words and I’ll make it happen.”

Could she do that? What if it angered her father? But the truth was, she was so curious about what it would mean to be in the moonlight with Rage.

In her mind, she imagined him naked. All the pack ended up naked after their initial change. Most of them abandoned their clothes. For days afterward, Karina often gathered up the clothes and placed them in a large box in the town square for others to come and claim. After twenty-four hours, the box was empty.

“I’d like that.”

“Then consider it done,” Rage said.

Her heart raced and she felt a tightness in her gut. This wasn’t fear, though, but anticipation.

They finished their meal, which was amazing. She loved every forkful, and the pudding was just as delicious. She didn’t think she’d love such dark chocolate, but it was glorious. Everything was amazing.

Rage drove them home, and she was aware of the curtains twitching once again. He got out of the car and walked her up to the main door.

There was no way for anyone to be sneaking looks at them, unless they were behind the main door.

“I had a wonderful time tonight.”

“I did as well,” he said. He reached out, tucking some of her hair behind her ear, and then gripped the back of her neck, pulling her in close. “Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to control myself when I’m around you?”

“You’re having to control yourself?” Karina asked.

He pressed his face against hers. She felt him inhale. “Around you, always.”

“Rage?”

“I want to kiss you.”

She had never been kissed before like this, apart from that other kiss they had shared, but that didn’t count because he’d done it to silence her.

“Tell me to stop.”

“I can’t. I don’t want to.”

He gripped the back of her neck, pulled her in close, and then pressed his lips against hers. At first, the kiss seemed a little strange, but then it changed. Karina pressed her hands against his chest and slowly slid them up, wrapping them around his neck.

Rage sunk his fingers into her hair, deepening the kiss.

All thought left Karina. All she knew was that she wanted Rage and she didn’t want this kiss to end.

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