What a year it has been! I cannot believe I’m writing this, but we’re now in a brand new year, and first, I want to wish you all an amazing 2022.
2021 has been one wild ride. A lot has happened throughout the world, but I want to focus on the positive. I want to say a massive thank you to all of my amazing readers. You guys have made 2021 incredible. I absolutely loved hearing from you all, and it has been a real pleasure to know that my books have helped you during these dark times. I find it an absolute pleasure to write the stories I do, and I’m so grateful to be able to do this on a daily basis. Thank you all so much. During this past year, I feel I have grown as an author. I finally delved into stories that really speak to me, and I’ve been wanting to write for a long time. These books are part of me, and to release them out into the world, it was a hard decision to do, but one I’m pleased I did.
Down below you will find a short video of the books that were released in 2021. Which one was your favorite?
I have so many plans for 2022, and I hope my muse doesn’t throw a few spanners in the works. I’m excited about the coming year. There are so many stories I want to write. First up, we have The Fake Engagement (which is available for pre-order, more details down below), and then we’ve got a brand new full length MC series, Chaos and Carnage! Trust me, there will be a lot more books to come. Which ones are you wanting to read from me this coming year?
I can’t wait to share more with you all, but for now, I will leave you, wishing you all the best New Year.
Gabe isn’t ready to trust anyone, certainly not a live-in housekeeper with a questionable past. His best friends, Vinny and Archie, insist the curvy redhead is the answer to all their problems. They fall too hard and too fast, and the last thing he wants is for Annalise to break their hearts.
Annalise is hiding from her dark past, trying her best to make her own way in life. Being a live-in housekeeper and cook for three single cowboys should have made her leery, but everything about her new job feels like fate. Her employers are perfect gentlemen—until they aren’t. She can’t refuse their attention, but her mind and heart are in disagreement. How can a menage a quatre ever work long term? And why would three of the hardest, sexiest cowboys settle for only one woman?
It doesn’t take long for hearts and tempers to burn hot on the ranch. Once they give into their passion, their foursome becomes an addiction. But can three dominant cowboys share the woman they love? Or will Annalise tear their friendship apart?
Excerpt:
“Sneak up behind them and grab them around the middle. They’re squirmy little things, so make sure you don’t let go once you get a grip,” he said.
Annalise liked pulling her weight around the ranch. They paid her well and gave her room and board, so she liked to do more than just cooking and cleaning when she could. How hard could it be to transfer a few cute, little piglets? And they were cute. In fact, all the animals at this end of the ranch were adorable.
She took measured steps, the muck suctioning around her boots, making it difficult to walk. Annalise wanted to appear capable and not a damsel in distress, but as soon as she lunged forward, her boots stayed rooted and she fell face-first into the mud.
Did Archie just laugh? She swore she heard it for a second.
She struggled to her knees and tried to push the muck off her arms, but she only made it worse.
“Need some help?” he asked.
Annalise answered through clenched teeth. “I’m fine.” She managed to get up with unexpected difficulty, then lifted her boot before going after the next piglet. She was already a mess, so what did it matter now?
Worse than the thick mud was the smell.
When she snagged the rear leg of a piglet, it began to squeal and struggle. She brought it close to her chest as not to drop it and calm it down. Even in her predicament, when she looked down at its little face, she couldn’t help but smile. It was so small and cute.
She hadn’t realized she’d zoned out while bonding with the little pig. Annalise turned in Archie’s direction. “I did it.”
“You certainly did.” He had one booted foot on the fence rail. No man should look that sexy in a pair of blue jeans and t-shirt. She knew for a fact all those muscles were hard-earned and not from a gym. “How about the rest?”
“I think you’ll be much faster than me. One is enough for today.” She was already in desperate need of a shower, and it was a long walk back to the house. Wrangling pigs was not her forte.
She passed the squirming piglet to Archie, and he placed it in a large crate in the back of the trailer. He vaulted over the top rail of the fence into the pen with ease and began snatching up piglets like it was his full-time job—she supposed it was. Archie was a seasoned cowboy, and she watched in awe as he finished up the job with barely any muck on his boots.
Once loaded in the crate, he brushed off his hands and turned to her.
“What just happened?” she asked.
He laughed. She noticed a cute dimple on his right cheek when he smiled, a mix of boyish charm and rugged masculinity. Was Gabe telling the truth, even a little bit, about the three of them being crazy about her? A flicker of hope burned inside of her.
“I have a few talents.”
She had no response because her mind was in the gutter. Annalise just stood there like a clueless, filthy beast.
“The other animals are much easier to handle, but you can’t be comfortable the way you are. Once that mud dries, you won’t even be able to crack a smile.”
She could only imagine what she looked like. “I guess I should head back and clean up.”
He frowned. “No need.” Archie beckoned her to follow him to the barn. He ducked into a stall and came out with a green hose. “We should get the worst of it off here.”
“Okay.” It sounded more like a question because she wasn’t crazy about the idea of being hosed off with cold water.
“Close your eyes. You’ve got a second skin.”
She did as told, using her hands to cup over her eyes. The first blast of cold water made her gasp, but it wasn’t as bad as she expected as the heat outside was brutal. It was almost refreshing and very nice to feel the gross mud wash off.
Archie was thorough, moving around her, soaking her clothes right through. She began to feel self-conscious, realizing her clothes would be clinging to her explosive curves. Would he be able to see clear through her blouse?
When the water stopped, she opened her eyes, running her hands through her wet hair to get it off her face. “This wasn’t how I planned my morning when I came out here with your lunch bag.”
“That’s what makes life fun, isn’t it? The unexpected. The crazy memories.” He was standing close to her, within an arm’s length.
“I’ll definitely remember today for the rest of my life.”
He closed the short distance between them, reaching out to adjust the collar of her shirt. When she glanced down, her blouse was completely transparent and practically glued to her body. Even her satin bra was soaked, showing her dark areolas and hard nipples.
Her face heated with embarrassment. Her cheeks were likely redder than her hair.
When he didn’t move his hand, his fingers caressing her neck, she looked up to make eye contact with him. There was no more humor in his eyes, only need, desire. Her pussy instantly clenched, moisture flooding her already wet panties.
She was thirty years old, but this was the first time she’d been in this position. The range of emotions coming alive inside her confused her, but she undoubtedly wanted Archie. Should she resist? She didn’t want to refuse him anything right now.
“You’re stunning,” he whispered.
Annalise had never been called stunning. His compliments made her entire body tingle. She was soaked and covered in slop only minutes earlier, but his words still sounded sincere.
She swallowed hard, leaning into his touch. His hand was warm and strong.
“You’re all I think about, Annalise.”
“Archie…”
“Every word’s the truth. I should have said something earlier, but I didn’t want to scare you off. We’ve been trying to behave ourselves, to give you space.”
“I don’t want space.”
He supported the back of her head and leaned down to her level, kissing her hard on the mouth. She saw it coming, but it still shocked her. Archie kissed her like it was his last kiss. It felt like love even though that was impossible.
Passion.
Desperation.
Need.
Her knees became weak. The entire world went away, and all she could do was feel, all her senses magnified. He moved his hands down the length of her body. His touch was possessive, not delicate.
“We should get these wet things off you,” he said. The words were whispered close to her ear, then his tongue traced the shell of her ear, making her shiver.
She didn’t protest, allowing him to slip off her blouse. He immediately unfastened her bra, her big tits dropping heavily without the support. Archie growled as he used both hands to cup her breasts. When he bent over to suckle her pebbled nipple, she cried out, sinking her fingers into his dark hair. He took what he wanted, and she was ready to give him everything.
We’re into October, which means I’m super excited because I just love Halloween. This always makes me laugh as I actually can’t stand horror movies. 🙂 Strange, huh? 😉
September has been a super quick month. I want to say a big thank you to everyone who has reached out to me, and for all of your wonderful support through the release of Second Best. This book broke me and to know you guys went through the same emotions, it means the world to me, as a job well done.
I’ve asked this in my Facebook group, but are you loving the more emotional, longer stories? At the moment that is the direction my muse is going. However, I can confirm that Evernight Publishing has accepted a brand new full length book from me that was a lot more light hearted, and possible romcom, but I’m not exactly sure which genre it would fall. I know I had a lot of enjoyment writing it, and look out for The Fake Engagement for more information on the coming soon page.
We’re nearing the end of 2021 and I have to wonder, what books would you like to read from me? Has there been a trope I’ve not tried? Please, let me know. 🙂
Thank you all so much for your lovely emails, comments, and messages, they mean a lot to me.
Until next time, take care,
Sam
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I have a giveaway for this month, and remember I am UK author so my giveaways are open internationally
Winner will be selected on October 11th.
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Books Released in September
A rose to keep is now available for Pre-order,
click the link below to go to the coming soon page to read the Blurb and find the pre-order links.
What male would be interested in a vegan werewolf?
Heather resigned herself to life without a mate. She’s always been a freak, unable to fit into either the human or shifter world. When her broken family joins a new pack, she’s suspicious and reluctant to accept her new fate. When David starts showing interest in her, it’s hard for her to believe his feelings are genuine. She tries to give him the cold shoulder … until she goes into heat.
David strikes out time and time again with Heather. The new female in their pack refuses to acknowledge they are meant to be together. He’s not one to give up hope, determined to win over the curvy vegan wolf at any cost. When the mating heat takes hold of Heather, he’s the only one who can satisfy her. He’s ready to give her exactly what she craves, but he wants more than just her body.
When Heather runs into danger, will she accept David’s help or sacrifice her own life?
Be Warned: anal sex
Excerpt:
“David’s hurt.”
That captured her full attention. As her sister neared, she grabbed her by both shoulders. “What are you talking about?”
“In town. He got hurt bad. He asked for you.”
“What happened?” Even as she spoke, she was already running, heading right back toward the house where they had numerous vehicles. “Answer me, Mika!”
Her sister was in the driver’s seat of one without being asked, doors slamming shut, steering them toward town. Her heart raced.
“I don’t know all the details. I just know there was another fight.”
“Another? And he got hurt?” David wasn’t a small wolf by any means. The man was huge and hard with muscle. She knew that firsthand. They’d kept their distance for weeks. It was just too awkward to deal with their issues right now.
“Well, there was a bear involved.”
The edge of the little town came into view and she saw Reese standing at the perimeter of the forest, flagging them down. Mika brought the truck to an abrupt stop, and Heather jumped out the moment it came to a standstill.
“David!”
She dropped down to her knees beside her mate, briefly skidding in the dirt. And that was exactly what he was, even if they hadn’t completed their mating bond. He was leaning against an old oak, his hand at his side, blood soaking through his shirt like it had been dipped in crimson paint.
“You came,” he whispered.
“Of course, I came, David.” She tore open his shirt with ease and immediately opened the satchel she always wore around her body. Heather’s grandmother had taught her the art of natural medicine. It was one of her passions. The forest was a treasure trove if only you knew where to look. “What happened? I heard you’ve been fighting?” It wasn’t like him at all. He’d always been a patient man of reason.
“Bear attack.”
The slashes looked deep. His wolf would heal, but not as easily from a bear shifter. “A shifter, right?”
He nodded.
She began to mix two herbs into a paste, then patted it onto the wounds. He hissed as she tended to him, but she kept at her task, her heart still racing. Knowing he needed her helped her to focus, to align all her energy into one purpose. It felt good to be needed, wanted. If anything, just being close to him put her wolf at ease.
Once the blood had stopped, she sat back and exhaled. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on?”
Mika spoke up before David could answer. “He has a death wish, that’s what. He’s been picking fights all week.”
Heather narrowed her eyes. “Is that true?”
“Doesn’t matter,” he said. Why wouldn’t he look her in the eyes?
“I need to be alone with him. Can you head back home with Reese? We’ll be okay,” Heather said.
Mika looked like she wanted to protest, but kept her mouth shut and boarded the truck with Reese. Soon they were completely alone in the privacy of the forest. Only the wind through the leafy canopy could be heard.
“My wolf, he’s been … agitated,” David said.
“Does that have anything to do with us?”
He didn’t answer her.
“What happened to dating, to getting to know each other?” she asked. “You’ve decided to pick fights and throw caution to the wind instead?”
“You’ve managed to keep your distance, no different than before. I’m only human, Heather.”
“But you’re not, are you?”
He looked different than she remembered—jaded, harder.
“No, I’m not, and it’s not so easy keeping my wolf at bay,” he said.
She stood up and paced back and forth in front of him. This was all her doing. She was going against how many centuries of tradition? The mating call was no joke, even she felt it with every beat of her heart. Now she was destroying a perfectly good male because she was messed up in the head.
“Then maybe you should let your wolf guide the way.”
He rose to his feet, towering over her. She glanced at his wound, already stitching itself together with the help of her herbs but mostly from his wolven DNA. Why did his torn open shirt make him look so damn sexy? Her attraction to this shifter was going to be her undoing.
“I didn’t think you liked my wolf,” he said.
“Then you’re wrong.”
She backed away, knowing their wolves were in sync, knowing he’d chase. He matched her step for step until she was pinned deeper in the forest against a massive oak.
“You’re destroying me, Heather. What game are you playing?” He slammed a palm against the tree near her head. She felt his strength reverberate through the tree.
“I’m not. I was waiting for you to take the next step.”
“So you’re ready for me to claim you?” He narrowed his eyes. She noted the sarcasm in his tone, and it felt like he’d given up on them. A new fear began to grow inside her. She didn’t want to push him away to the point she’d lose him forever.
She swallowed, feeling his proximity, wanting him, but so used to fighting her desires. “I’m not trying to be difficult, David. This isn’t easy for me.”
He growled, and the sound traveled all the way down to her pussy. She liked this side of him … or maybe her wolf did. He leaned down, breathing in deeply at her neckline. “I can smell your need.”
“It’s the mating heat.”
David shook his head. “You can’t use that excuse anymore. The mating heat ended weeks ago.” He ran his tongue along the shell of her ear, making her quiver. “Run. I’ll give you a two-minute head start.”
Ella spends her days studying rocks. It’s not glamorous work, and her funding is next to nothing, but she hopes to prove life exists beyond Earth. What she doesn’t count on is being used as a breeding vessel to save an alien race. She’s kidnapped and taken far from Earth for only one purpose. She tries to revolt but it’s hard when her captor does such wicked things to her body.
Dhiro travels to Earth to find a fertile mate. The future of his planet is at stake, so failing is not an option. He’s never met a human in the flesh, but his studies conclude they’re a primitive and violent race. He’s pleasantly surprised when he finds a female soon after landing. She’s lush, in touch with her emotions, and will make the perfect mate for him.
There are others on Dhiro’s plant with fertility issues. Can he keep Ella safe when they try to take her for themselves? And will their union even save his world at all?
Excerpt:
He’d made it.
The blue planet filled Dhiro’s viewscreen as he prepared his ship to enter the atmosphere. He’d been dealing with numerous technical problems the past few hours, so it was a relief to finally reach his destination. It had been an excruciatingly long, mind-numbing trip through space. But it would all be worth it once he found a breeding vessel to carry on his lineage. An heir was all that mattered.
His two brothers said he’d never make it—it was too far, too dangerous, and the Earthlings may not even be compatible with their DNA. But Dhiro had done his research, and the Earth females were the perfect match. Although primitive in comparison, they were physically compatible, and he should be able to walk among them without detection.
With the repairs he had to complete on his ship before returning home to Trenu Zel, he hoped finding a suitable female would be quick and painless.
As he navigated the rough entry, his mother appeared on his monitor. She always chose the worst moments to make her appearance. “Yes, Mother?”
“Have you arrived safely?”
“Ask me again in five minutes. I’m attempting to land right now.”
“Please be careful,” she said. “I want you to return home safely, with or without a mate.”
He held his breath for a moment, then responded, “I’ll check in with updates. Take care of my brothers.” Dhiro turned off the monitor.
He’d come to Earth out of duty, a responsibility to keep their lineage alive. In all his planning, he’d failed to think of his Earthling conquest as a future mate, but he supposed that was exactly what she would be. He’d never allowed his mind to wander into territories of love and bonding. If she were a Trenuian female, their match would be blessed by their people. Dhiro was entering uncharted territory and would be the first to claim an Earthling. Some of the males on his taskforce laughed at the thought of him mating with a primitive species. He’d been the butt of jokes for months.
However, they wouldn’t mock him once he returned with the only fertile female on his planet. At least that was his plan.
Within seconds, the ship made contact with the ground, skidding and jumping as it created a great plume of dust. His body jostled in his seat, and anything not bolted down was tossed around the ship’s interior. When he finally came to a complete stop, he didn’t dare move. As the minutes passed, he finally took a breath and unfastened his protective belts.
He turned on the viewscreen. His ship had indeed landed on the Earth’s surface, but it was barren, no sign of humans or their civilizations. Just dirt, dirt the color of rust for miles.
No matter. He’d come here for a purpose and had no plans in calling it quits.
Dhiro tested the outside air before opening the outer hatch. He stood on the top step, taking a cautious first breath of Earth’s air. It wasn’t as fragrant as the air back home, but it was breathable.
The temperature was much warmer here, the intensity of the sun something he wasn’t accustomed to. His steps echoed on the metal stairs as he descended. There was nothing here, and since his ship would be out of commission until he dealt with repairs, moving to a more populated area wasn’t an option.
He put his hand over his eyes to scan the distant mountains. The sky was a unique shade of blue. The planet had its charm, but he was still glad this voyage was temporary.
Dhiro unfastened one of the outside panels to begin working on the ship’s exterior circuits. He’d start his search for a mate tomorrow after he rested for the night. One by one, he tested for faults in the equipment. It was a mindless task, the hours slipping by without notice. The sky began to darken as he completed his first of many tasks.
A distant scream immediately captured his full attention. He set down his tools and took several steps into the open to get a better view of the land.
There was nothing to see. Nothingness in every direction.
Again, the scream echoed along the mountains ridge and valleys. He decided to investigate. After strapping on his weaponry and protective vest, he began his trek along the vast, red land. The sun had slipped below the horizon, but his vision was equally effective in the darkness.
He’d traveled far, and the lingering heat was becoming an increasing annoyance. The cries grew louder as he walked, so he had to be very close. Animals growled nearby, and he wasn’t sure what creatures he may find in this region. From his research, nothing on Earth could be a threat to him, so he plodded onward.
As he turned the corner of a low mountain, there was a small chasm with scant greenery. Plumes of smoke from a recently doused fire drifted up into the sky. And five feral beasts were closing in on a lone human. A female.
He watched. Stunned to see one in the flesh.
Then he snapped out of his trance and moved to act. The moment she noticed him, she called out.
“Help me. Please help!”
The need in her voice drove his protective instincts into overdrive. He wasn’t sure if it was due to his three decades on the taskforce or a primal connection to this human.
As he approached, the animals turned their attention to him, creating a circle of attack, one he knew well, but from much more threatening beasts on Trenu Zel.
The first one lunged, but he caught it by the throat in midair. He examined the beast as it struggled and yelped. He’d never seen one of these creatures, and his curiosity for the new world piqued. When the female whimpered, he snapped the animal’s neck and waited for the next to attack.
One by one, he killed the hairy beasts with his bare hands. They weren’t worth the effort of unsheathing one of his weapons. He dusted off his hands as he neared the female crouching low behind her smoldering fire pit. She still carried a large stick in her hands. Trembling hands.
“I won’t harm you,” he said.
She nodded repeatedly, looking at her own hands as she dropped the makeshift weapon. “T-Thank you. I thought I was a goner.”
He reached out a hand to her, and after a pause, she took it. Dhiro pulled her up to her feet but was surprised she barely reached his chest in height. Women on his planet were comparable to males in height, but he found her tiny size endearing.
“What were those beasts?”
“Beasts? You mean the wolves?”
“Yes, the wolves.”
She ran a hand through her blonde hair. It flowed down her back even though disheveled. He’d never seen the color before. Everything about her appealed to him.
“I’ve come out here so many times, and I’ve never had a problem with them before. If I’d known a wolf attack was a possibility, I never would have ventured this far alone. Well, not this late.”
“You’re afraid of the wolves?”
“Of course, wouldn’t anyone be? Well, not you, I guess. How did you do that, anyway? You didn’t even use a gun. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“I’m a superior adversary,” he said matter-of-factly. “They’re not smart hunters. The others would have been wise to escape after I killed the first one.”
She stared at him. “When I was ten, I was attacked by one of them.” She pulled up the edge of her shirt, showing him a deep scar on her side. “I’ve been terrified ever since.”
Dhiro didn’t like that she’d been marked by one of those filthy beasts. If she’d been on Trenu Zel, their technology would have ensured she had no lasting scars. But she’d been born on a primitive planet at no fault of her own.
“I can protect you from the wolves,” he said.
“Yes, I know you can. What’s your name, anyway?”
“Dhiro.”
“Dhiro, that’s different. My name’s Ella. Ella Sinclaire, aspiring noteworthy geologist.” Then she held out her hand. He wasn’t versed in Earth customs and wasn’t sure how to respond. The first thing that came to mind was to hold out his hand in the same manner.
She laughed, a sweet, musical sound. “Okay then.” Ella grabbed his hand in hers, yanking it up and down. “Nice to meet you, Dhiro.”
She’d completely slaughtered the pronunciation of his given name. But all he could focus on was the intimate contact she’d forced on him. The feel of her skin against his.
He expected this mission to be easy, like choosing a pet. No emotion. No attraction. Ella was human, after all, an inferior species. This entire trip was a necessity, not a pleasure.
Callie tries to look at the positive side of life—despite her dire circumstances. She’s the underdog, stepped on by her boss, her landlord, and her own family. When a new customer shows interest in her at work, it’s impossible to resist his charm. Their budding romance becomes her only joy in life, but when she finds out he’s keeping dark secrets, Callie wonders if she really knows him at all.
Brick knows he screwed up by hiding the truth from Callie. It just felt so damn good to be looked at with affection rather than fear, and he soon became addicted to the rush. Once he starts falling hard for her, he can’t bring himself to tell her he’s the VP of the Straight to Hell MC. Brick can’t risk losing her. But how long can he go on living a lie?
With a rival club rebuilding and a rat in their midst, Brick wonders if it’s even safe bringing Callie into his world at all.
Excerpt:
They’d been in church for the past hour, and Brick was itching to call Callie. Every night, they’d talk for hours, sometimes about nothing at all. She soothed him, made him feel alive for the first time in forever.
“We burned their club to the ground,” Lord said. “They’re persistent fuckers.”
“They have no senior members left,” said Brick. “We took them all out. Who the fuck do they think they are?”
“Boss, they’re a joke. Nothing to worry about,” said Reaper.
“I’m not worried, but I also don’t plan to sit back pretending they can’t become a real pain in the ass at some point.” Lord scrubbed a hand down his face. “Keep eyes and ears open. I want to know when they wipe their fucking asses. Understand?”
Everyone agreed before they started to head out. He checked his watch as he stood up.
“Brick, stay behind,” Lord said.
Fuck.
He had a feeling Lord was on to him. His intuition was legendary. Callie was Brick’s dirty little secret, a separate life away from the club. He didn’t want to tarnish her innocence with the truth of what he really was. It was safer that way, too.
“You find out anything about our rat?” asked Lord. He stayed seated, but there was something in his eyes.
Brick paced, not wanting to share his secret but also not wanting his prez to think he was betraying the club. The brothers strayed all the time, fucking anything that walked in and out of the club. There weren’t any rules that said he could only enjoy club pussy, so why was he so damn nervous?
“Still working on it,” he said.
Lord was silent. Brick wanted him to say something, accuse him, anything.
“And the Skull Nation, they’re a bunch of pussies. Say the word, and we can finish them off together, like the good old days.”
His prez only nodded. Slowly. “Keep an eye out for the rat.”
Once Brick was out of the room, he closed his eyes and took a breath. He felt like a traitor and didn’t want Lord thinking he was. Brick was one hundred percent loyal to the Straight to Hell MC and always would be. The club was his life.
Anything Lord ordered, he made it happen. He was loyal to a fault, and it helped that Brick was a brutal motherfucker with a complete lack of empathy when it came to rivals.
Once in his room, he crashed on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Was he blind? Pussy whipped? He’d berated so many brothers when it came to women, even judging Lord when he took Ally as his old lady. Women were a weakness, and Brick had always been against the whole idea of love and family.
It was time to take a step back. He rolled to his side and grabbed his cell phone. Callie Johnson had a history, and he’d be a fool to rush in blindly without knowing everything about her. The safety of the club had to come first.
He did some research on his own, then texted Copper to dig up more dirt on the down low. Copper was their in-house hacker, even known for putting the local police department in the dark for forty-eight hours a couple of years back. Within the hour, the techno whizz sent him an email with all the dirt.
Brick was scared to open it, not wanting any of this to end. He actually looked forward to waking up in the morning. Before this affair, there’d been some days he considered putting a bullet in his head.
He scrolled through the email.
Callie wasn’t so simple after all. She had a dark past and fucked-up family. The things she had talked about were all the truth—her grandmother’s death, her job, the place she lived. He couldn’t blame her for leaving out all the messy details.
If she was anything like her family, she sure hid it well. From what he’d come to know of her, she was the exact opposite, and it only made him want to shelter her even more.
He’d keep the information to himself for now. Brick knew some of the characters she was involved with and most were bad news. Sean Rigby, for one, was a notorious loan shark. Why would Callie get hooked up with that piece of shit? She needed Brick in her life to protect her. It would be so easy for a sweet girl like Callie to get soiled by the wrong people—people like him.
The next day, he rode out to the building center. They had lunch together several days a week. He was itching to get more serious with her but kept holding back. Some days he questioned everything about their unorthodox relationship.
He walked over to the picnic bench where Callie sat. Her big smile lit him up from head to toe.
“Hey, stranger.” Brick straddled the bench seat next to her.
“You didn’t call yesterday.”
He shrugged. “Had a busy night.”
She fiddled with her lunch bag, looking over her shoulder on occasion. He didn’t like the vibe he was getting from her.
“You okay?” he asked.
“It’s nothing. Just some difficult customers. My boss doesn’t like me to get involved, but at least I’ll get a longer lunch out of it.”
Difficult customers? His hackles immediately went up and visions of him gutting the pricks who took out their frustrations on his woman filled his head. He took a cleansing breath.
“You know you don’t have to take shit from customers, don’t you? It’s a job. That doesn’t give anyone the right to treat you like garbage.”
“I know it’s just a job, but it’s a job I really need. It’s okay, though. They only come around a couple of times a week.”
He gritted his teeth to keep from saying anything further.
Brick refocused, tucking some hair behind Callie’s ear. The sun picked up the color of her eyes. She was a beauty. When she leaned into his touch, his entire body reacted. He was doing exactly what he claimed he’d never do—falling for a woman. And he hadn’t even fucked her yet. He was completely out of character.
“Yo! We’re waiting to cash out.” Two men walked toward the picnic table. Callie immediately tensed up.
“Is Jeff not in the office?”
“No, nobody’s in the fucking office. Are you going to sit out here on your fat ass or do your damn job?”
Brick stood up, but Callie wrapped a hand around his wrist in an attempt to pull him back down.
“And what the fuck do you want, big boy?” asked one of the men.
Before he could speak, Callie spoke up. “Please, he’s just a chicken farmer. We don’t want any trouble.”
Violet Baron is the pawn used to save her father from bankruptcy. Everything was a blur—the dress, the wedding, and Henry King whisking her off to their honeymoon. She should hate the older billionaire with all her heart, but that place is reserved only for her father.
Henry King never expected to settle down with one woman, certainly not the only daughter of Baron Enterprises. Since she’s not the one responsible for screwing over his businesses, he gives their union a chance. The problem is his young wife seems broken beyond repair and unwilling to open up. Will she ever be able to love him when their marriage started out as a business deal?
Book Blurb
He’s older, wiser, and always gets what he wants. This wedding is happening … whether the bride likes it or not.
Our twelve hand-picked stories feature young reluctant brides and the older men determined to claim them. These forced marriages may start out frigid, but our authors will prove that love can conquer all.
Evernight’s Reluctant Bride anthology stories are sure to deliver passion that is off the charts, scorching hot sex, and sigh-worthy happy ever afters.
It’s breeding season, and this alpha is ready to claim his mate…
Liam is the pack alpha, and the only wolf without a woman. When he discovers the new human in town is his destined mate, his wolf demands he mark her and take her virginity. Only she doesn’t know werewolves exist, and danger seems to follow her wherever she goes. He’ll have to play nice until his love is reciprocated.
Rebecca’s anxiety has kept her lonely and isolated for most of her life. Moving far from the city is her last attempt at finding peace. What she finds is more trouble than she can handle—and a man who’s ready to kill for her. It doesn’t take long for Liam to sweep her off her feet. He makes her feel like a queen, and leaves her body desperate for every carnal pleasure.
Life in the forest isn’t without problems. A rival pack is set on taking everything Liam has built over the years, including his new mate. The alpha can’t keep his dark secrets from his woman forever. What will happen when Rebecca realizes she’s been sleeping with a wolf?
Be Warned: anal sex
Excerpt:
Her mouth parted slightly, and she looked up at him with those big green eyes. She was shy with men, maybe uncomfortable with compliments, but right now he could feel her desire.
A wolf bayed in the distance, and she pressed her body against his, her forearms on his chest. He could barely contain his low growl of satisfaction. She’d sought him for comfort, and his little human had no idea how far he’d go to protect her.
He owned the night.
Liam was alpha to one of the most lethal wolf shifter packs in the state. Everyone in his world knew not to mess with the Grey Valley Pack. The human world saw a reclusive group of men who lived off the grid. They had no idea what Liam was capable of.
“I thought you liked wolves,” he said. He used a finger to gently tilt her chin up. She kept close, her big juicy tits pressed against his chest.
“I love them, but I don’t think they’d love me. We’re so deep in the forest. They could attack us.”
He wrapped his arms around the small of her back, loving their closeness. “I know a few wolves that would love you,” he said. “And as long as you’re with me, you have nothing to worry about.”
“You’re my knight in shining armor, aren’t you? You saved me from those jerks and you’re ready to protect me from the wolves.”
He leaned down, picking up on her lead. Liam kissed her on the lips, softly, tentatively. She grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, pushing up on her toes so they could kiss deeper. She tasted delicious. He explored her with his tongue, her mewling sounds spurring him on. Liam kissed along her jawline to her neck. His fangs pricked his gumline, his humanity starting to slip away.
“I’ll do anything for you,” he said.
She tossed her head back as he suckled her pulse. “You barely know me.”
“That’s why I’m trying my best to change that. I want you to be mine, Rebecca. You won’t regret choosing me.”
Instead of being insulted, she reached her arms around his shoulders, her fingers combing into the hair at the base of his head. His eyes rolled back. Could she feel the hard ridge of his cock pushing against her stomach? If she could, it hadn’t turned her off. “I’m not sure what you’re saying, Liam. Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”
“I don’t want a girlfriend,” he said. “I want a woman, a mate, you.”
“Me?”
He nodded, then kissed her on the lips again.
“How many women have you said that to?”
Liam frowned. “Only you. Don’t you believe in fate, Rebecca?”
“I never really thought about it,” she said.
He wondered how many men she’d had. It didn’t matter, because he’d be the only one from this day forward. “Have you never been in love?”
She shied away a bit. “I’m not very good with people, Liam. This is all new for me. I just feel comfortable around you for some reason.”
“That’s a good thing, baby.” He ran a hand through her hair. “Are you telling me you’ve never been in a serious relationship?”
Rebecca bit her lip. “I’ve had issues with … anxiety. I’m not good with social situations. That’s the main reason I moved out here. I don’t want to be on medication, so I decided to trade it for some fresh air, peace, and quiet.”
His wolf didn’t give a shit about anxiety. Rebecca was a virgin, untouched by other men. The knowledge excited him, his claim even stronger. She’d be his. Only his. He couldn’t wait to eat her sweet virgin pussy.
“You’re good with me.”
She drew patterns at the side of his neck with her fingertips. It was an unconscious act, but it was driving him crazy. She had no idea the power she held over him.
“It’s strange, I know. There’s something different about you. You’re not like other men.”
With great pleasure I get to show off one of my favourite author’s latest releases. This is Stacey Espino and Cowboys Mine. I’m so looking forward to reading this, and I have to say she doesn’t disappoint. It’s with great pleasure to have her on my blog.
Eva Ford lives a sheltered life on her small rural farm. At twenty-two, she feels the need to spread her wings and start her own life, planning a trip to the city to show her prized cows. Colton and North McReed from the next ranch over are determined to make sure she stays out of trouble.
Twin brothers, Colton and North, have always loved little Eva. She’s their rock in life, the one pure thing in their otherwise dark existence. Their abusive father ran out on the family years ago and their mother suffers from a serious addiction. They never look at Eva with desire…until they spend a week alone with her in the city.
Everything changes when Eva and the cowboys realize just how deep their love for each other runs. Once their passion is unleashed, it’s impossible to contain. But can their unorthodox relationship last? Will sex ruin the friendship of a lifetime?
Excerpt
North was ready to brawl. In fact, he craved it like never before. Pain would be preferable to the ache in his heart. Somewhere along the line he began to see Eva as more than the sweet girl next door. Somewhere along the line he’d fallen in love.
What he didn’t understand was Colton’s sudden disinterest. Their feelings for Eva always mirrored each other’s. Half the time when he’d escape to the Ford house, Colton was already there. They’d come on the trip specifically to keep Eva out of trouble, but instead, his twin was turning a blind eye.
They ate dinner in silence. North watched the sky turn from blue to black, every darkening shade bringing his anxiety to a new level. She still wasn’t back. God knows what that cowboy was doing with little Eva. The thought of his filthy hands on her made his blood boil. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could sit still with his imagination running wild.
He was just about to bolt from his seat when the door to the trailer opened. Cool air flooded the interior and the sound of Eva clearing her throat made every live wire inside him suddenly lose power. He exhaled a nervous breath, glad she was at least home safely.
“Told you I’d be back in one piece,” she said as she hung up her cardigan. “There’s no need to go hunting me down. Seriously.”
She started to climb up into the loft.
“Where’s lover boy?” asked North, no humor in his tone.
“His name is Wade, and he just dropped me off, like a perfect gentleman.”
“That why he had his lips all over you?” asked Colton. His brother was just as unimpressed, even though he’d condoned the behavior.
“Hush you!” Eva slipped under the covers.
“You haven’t eaten,” said North.
“Wade bought me dinner.”
He ground his teeth together, stifling a growl. The sound of that man’s name on Eva’s lips made him see red. If he never heard the name again it would be too soon.
They secured the trailer and turned out the lights before joining Eva in the bed. He tossed his shirt and lay down on his back, staring up at the low ceiling. She was already comfortable, obviously not feeling the volatile energy keeping him awake. He kept as far to his side as possible, the cold wall of the trailer chilling his arm. Every time she shifted in the bed, he tensed.
“I’m cold,” she murmured, cuddling closer to him. The heat of her body scorched his bare skin. In a matter of days, everything changed for him. He wasn’t sure when it happened, but he wished he could go back to the way things were. Uncomplicated.
He tried to get away from her but he was trapped in the tight confines of the sleeping area. He held his breath as she ran her palm over his chest, over and over in small circles. Her touch had always been soothing—not so much anymore.
“What’s wrong with you?” she whispered against his neck. His eyes lolled back in his head. Even her fucking breath was sweet.
“Nothing. Go to sleep, Eva.”
“You’re acting weird, North. Is this because of Wade?”
He decided the cowboy was a safer topic than his changing feelings for her. “I don’t trust him.”
“Why not?”
“Just don’t is all.” He rolled to his side and away from her. It didn’t feel right going to sleep on a sour note, but he couldn’t have this discussion now. Mrs. Ford was the one to teach him and Colton not to speak out of passion. It was always best to confront a person with a level head, after cooling off and replaying the events over in your head. He usually didn’t take the advice, but tonight felt like a good time to start.
“Will you two quiet down,” said Colton.
Eva pressed her body against his back. Why had he taken off his shirt? He needed layers between them—many, many layers.
“I know what I’m doing,” she said in a whisper. “You don’t have to worry about me.”
“I’d worry less if you spent more time with Bessie and Ruby than that drifter.”
“He’s not a drifter.”
“Why you defending him?” he asked. “You act like you’re already an item.”
She kissed his shoulder. “I just want you to be happy for me, North.”
“It doesn’t matter what I think.”
“It does. You’re the one who taught me how to rope a calf, and even though it took me weeks to learn, you never got impatient. You protected me when Jameson’s dogs got loose.” She ran her hand delicately down his arm, her fingers lingering over the raised scars on his forearm. “You bought me a corsage when no boy asked me to prom. Remember when the three of us danced in the rain that night? My dress was covered in mud.”
“I remember.”
“Well those are just examples of why I love you so much. It doesn’t feel right doing anything without your blessing.”
He wasn’t sure he could ever give her what she wanted.
1) First, tell us a little about yourself so the readers know who you are?
I’m a married mother of five living in northern Canada. I write erotic romance for Siren and Evernight Publishing.
2) What made you decide to write? Was it something you accidentally began? Or what you wanted to do? Or annoying character who refused to leave until their story was told?
I’ve been writing since I was a pre-teen. It’s always been a creative and emotional outlet for me. It’s a dream come true to be doing what I love for a living.
3) I love hearing about first acceptances as an aspiring writer and now that I am e-published, I still love hearing about them. So tell us about that first acceptance.
My first acceptance was for Fearless Desires (Immortal Love) from Siren Publishing. It was a joyous day and the beginning of my writing career. My first book/series still holds a very special place in my heart. I hope to continue the third book as soon as I’m able.
4) Tell us about your current release? Where can readers buy it from?
I actually have over half a dozen projects on the go. I wish I had a clone! I’m focusing on my Iron Spur Ranch series at the moment.
6) What inspires you most when you write?
I like damaged characters—they are real and complex. When I can become emotionally invested in them, I am able to put more passion into my writing.
7) What experiences have you had working with your publisher/s?
I am very happy writing for Siren and Evernight. My experiences are wonderful.
8) What are you reading now?
Since I’m getting caught up on my writing, I have nothing on my nightside table at the moment. My to-read pile is huge, and I still get a thrill when I look at all the books on my shelf I’ve yet to read.
9) What are your guilty pleasures?
Reading, writing, animals, Starbucks green tea lattes, chocolate, and vanilla-scented products.
10) What would be your advice, if any, for other aspiring authors?
Know your game plan and stick with it. Keep writing, improving your skills, and challenging yourself!
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It seemed to happen overnight. After thirty-seven years, Eve’s sexual peak decided to rear its ugly head. Only she was very, very single and couldn’t get a man in her bed if she tried. To add to her dilemma, the big office party required she bring a boyfriend she didn’t have.
Eve takes a risk and asks the man she’s been crushing on to masquerade as her date for the party. Only he has some requests of his own…and they aren’t G-Rated. With her libido on overdrive, who is she to say no to his erotic games?
When the party’s over, will they return to being strangers or dare to take things beyond the bedroom?
The other man turned and directed his attention to her. He looked hungry despite his stoic expression. She swallowed hard, not sure if she should back away or beg him to dominate her. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she waited for him to speak. “I’ve told Branson to stay away from you…for your own good.” He stepped closer. “You’re the kind of woman a man could lose his soul to.” His voice was a low octave, on the cusp of a whisper. “But since we both have eyes for you, there’s really only one solution.”
“A threesome,” she blurted like a student rushing to provide the correct answer. As soon as she spoke, every muscle in her body tensed. Time stood still as she replayed her answer over and over in her head, wishing she could turn back time and not make a fool of herself. But an idea had been planted in her consciousness, one infecting her like a virus. What would it be like to experience a real threesome, two cocks filling her body?
He seemed to be pondering her answer, as if it never occurred to him. Was he playing with her? After slipping off his dark suit jacket, he set it on the back of the sofa. He wouldn’t shift his gaze from her, like a predator sizing up its prey. He was sexy as hell, slowly licking his upper lip. Such perfect lips. She noticed the slight stubble along his jawline and dark shadow above his lip. In fact, her mind was working on overdrive, absorbing every detail from the beauty mark on his neck to the small white scar above his eyebrow. Everything turned her on.
“Have you ever taken two men, Eve?”
Oh shit. The mere idea of a threesome terrified her at first thought. It wasn’t the norm, was something society would frown upon. If her mother could see her now… Eve didn’t even want to think about it. She was on her own in the world, an adult, free to make her own choices. Did she want to go through with this? After reaching her sexual peak, she’d been ready to do just about anything for some basic satisfaction. These men offered her a trip to heaven and back with no cost, no obligation.
“No!” she snapped, feigned being insulted. “I mean, no. That’s crazy talk. Who do you think I am?” She was stammering and knew it. Eve blamed her nerves. “What kind of woman jumps into bed with two brothers?” Saying it aloud made her pussy moisten. Brothers.
“So you want to leave?” asked Branson.
“I–I didn’t say that.” She wanted to scream for them to get on with it, to help her see the stars, but she didn’t want to appear overly eager. Growing up, she’d been drilled to keep a good reputation, to never appear slutty. But this was what she wanted, and it was her decision to make. Whether it was the right or wrong one, she’d deal with the consequences later.
“Feisty.” The dark-haired Adonis paced around her, sizing her up. He undid his golden cufflinks, slowly, and set them on the side table with care. “Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea of yours, Branson.”
