#BLOGTOUR Before Time, Book # 1 in The Time Series #NewAdult #Romance #Psychological

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Before Time – The Time Series # 1
by Xunaira J.
Audience: NA – Genre: Tragic Romance – Formats: E-book and Paperback – Publisher: Xunaira J. -Editor: Michelle Browne – Date of Published: 20th November 2014


His eyes told her what his tongue could not.

Nineteen-year-old Onaiza Shahid is a loner and a dreamer, bookish and socially isolated. A chance ramble into chatting software changes everything. The words of a stranger compel her. Addicted and falling fast, their secret love changes her life. But will the idealistic teenager get her happily ever after?

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Impassioned: I don’t have the strength to stay away from you anymore.

ME: Then don’t!

Impassioned:  How different a feeling it is to stay on the main stream and then say it here.

ME: Of course. On the main stream, I just thought it was chatter without any meaning.

Impassioned: It was never mere chat, and still isn’t. Only you understood it now.

I smiled.

ME: Yes, I guess so.

Impassioned: Onaiza!

ME: Yes?

Impassioned: Asher!

Oh!! He was finally telling me his name. Wow! Just wow!

ME: Nice to meet your, Asher 🙂

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Richard Marx – Right Here Waiting For You

Back Street Boys – Incomplete

Enrique Iglesias – Somebody’s Me

Miley Cyrus – Wrecking Ball

Lionel Richie – Hello

Unbreak My Heart

Bleeding Love

No Mercy – Where do you go

Evanescence – My Immortal

Lady Antebellum – Can’t take my eyes off you

Enrique Iglesias – Addicted

Maroon 5 – One More Night

Micheal Learns to Rock – Breaking my heart

Micheal Learns to Rock – Take me to your heart



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about the author

imageAs a thirteen year old teenager, Xunaira J. aspired to be an author someday. From short stories to novellas, she has written them all but as an adult now, she has published two short stories and is now aiming to publish her first Novel, Before Time, scheduled for November release. Xunaira resides in Islamabad, Pakistan and enjoys a hot cup of cappuccino, a good romance novel and her favorite music from the 80’s. Apart from that, when she’s not working on her current literary project, she loves developing mobile applications and studies as a software engineer.

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#Blogtour Twelfth Sun by MAE CLAIR



The hunky young PhD knows all about seduction, but what does he know about love?

Reagan Cassidy is settled in her life. She has a thriving interior design firm, an upscale condo, two cats, and a goldfish. As a favor to her uncle, she agrees to team up with his marine archeologist friend to validate and retrieve a nineteenth-century journal, reputedly that of a passenger aboard the doomed schooner Twelfth Sun. Finding a hunky twenty-five-year-old coming out of the shower in her hotel room wasn’t part of the deal, but it’s hard to complain…

Dr. Elijah Cross is cocky and he knows it. He enjoys trading barbs with the lovely Reagan. Barbs, and some innuendo. He can tell she’d rather get back home to her business than stick around for the extended treasure hunt they’ve been talked into, but he’s fine with the situation. At least, until the “clues” start getting personal.

Reagan finds Dr. Gorgeous is as skilled in matters of the heart as he is behind the lectern. Throw in a series of clues which mean more to Elijah than he’ll explain, several odd-ball competitors out to win the journal, a saboteur, and a lavish seaside mansion, and Reagan has enough trouble keeping her head straight, let alone her heart.

WARNING: Younger man, older woman, nautical riddles and romance.






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“My dad’s father was part gypsy. Besides, the sea is in my blood.” Elijah turned onto his side, locking his good leg over hers, holding her in place. Pushing up on one elbow, he stared down at her, abruptly serious. “Did you know a good marine archaeologist could spend his entire life studying a single wreck and never be bored? Never feel the need to move onto something else?” He stroked her cheek, brushing her hair aside. “That’s what I want to do with you, Reagan. I want to spend my days and nights learning about you. Everything about you. What you think. The way you smell…” He leaned forward, inhaling the light scent of the honeysuckle oil she’d used in her bath.

Ping! Warning claxons flared in her head. Elijah, playful and teasing she could control. Elijah, serious and romantic meant trouble.

“The way you feel.” His fingers tracked down her arm and hooked into the flimsy belt holding her robe shut. “The way you taste.” His mouth closed over hers at precisely the moment he tugged open her robe.


Mae Clair

Mae Clair opened a Pandora’s Box of characters when she was a child and never looked back.  Her father, an artist who tinkered with writing, encouraged her to create make-believe worlds by spinning tales of far-off places on summer nights beneath the stars. She snagged the tail of a comet, hitched a ride, and discovered her writer’s Muse on the journey.
Mae loves creating character-driven fiction in settings that vary from contemporary to mythical. Wherever her pen takes her, she flavors her stories with conflict, romance and elements of mystery. Married to her high school sweetheart, she lives in Pennsylvania and is passionate about writing, old photographs, a good Maine lobster tail and cats.
Discover more about Mae on her website and blog at www.MaeClair.com

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#CoverReveal Read to Me by #Author Nona Raines #novella #erotica

Read to Me by Nona Raines

Published by The Wild Rose Press (a Scarlet rosette)

Genre: Erotic M/F novella

Releasing: May 30, 2014

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At the age of forty-four, Blaise Blankenship believes her own opportunity for romance has long since passed until she accidentally lands in the lap of a sexy stranger. She and the handsome Latino connect over an afternoon at a local bookstore, sharing their love of erotica. Blaise is swept away by an impetuous, hot, “no last names” night together. But the morning after reveals a truth she can’t ignore—or avoid.


His gaze roamed the stacks. “Interesting place. I enjoy book shops, but I’ve never been here before.”

“It’s one of my favorite spots. I love to come and browse, just sit and read.”

“I read so much for my job, I’ve gotten out of the habit of reading for enjoyment. I miss it.” He pulled a book from the shelf and showed her the spine. Lady Chatterley’s Lover. “This is one of my favorites.”

Suddenly, it became difficult to breathe. “Yes.” She forced the word through her constricted throat. “That’s an amazing novel.”

Constance Chatterley could only find sexual fulfillment with gamekeeper Oliver Mellors. This man, whoever he was, would make a perfect Mellors.

And she would be Lady Chatterley?

As he stood holding the D.H. Lawrence volume, Blaise imagined his large hands stroking her, caressing her body. She quivered, her panties moistening.

Look away, look away!

Quickly, she redirected her gaze to his face. His lips quirked in a little smile. Oh, God, had he guessed where her thoughts had wandered? “Umm, I take the bus all the time, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.”

He nodded. “I usually drive to work and back, but my car’s in the shop and I couldn’t catch a ride with anyone, so…” He extended his hand. “I’m Guy, by the way.”

“Hi, I’m Blaise.” When they shook hands, she again flashed to the image of him touching her in more intimate ways.

He replaced Lady Chatterley on the shelf. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your reading.” He nodded at her book. “Cupid’s Delight. I’m not familiar with that one. Any good?”

Blood rushed to her cheeks. Oh Blaise, don’t be a baby. She cleared her throat, flustered by the feelings this man brought out in her. “Too early to tell. I haven’t started it.”

“It sounds intriguing, doesn’t it?” His gaze held hers and excitement fizzed through her.

She swallowed hard and nodded. “I think so, too.”

With a tilt of his head, Guy indicated the red velvet loveseat wedged into the corner. “Maybe we could sit, read it together.”

Her breath hitched, and her heart thumped so hard she’d have been surprised if he couldn’t see her blouse flutter. Had this man actually asked to read erotica with her? Yes.

And was she going to agree? Yes!

Author Bio

Nona Raines became hooked on romances when she first picked up “The Flame and the Flower” by Kathleen Woodiwiss (and she’s not telling how long ago that was). Romances may have changed since then, but her love for a good love story has not. She’s been writing off and on for years, but it was only when she joined the Central

New York Romance Writers Association that she finally gained the support and confidence she needed to complete a manuscript.

Nona lives in upstate New York with her many pets and is currently working on her next novel. A former librarian, she enjoys reading books of all genres and discussing them with others. Her books include The Man Series (One Good Man, Take This Man and Her Perfect Man) from The Wild Rose Press and Uncollared from Loose Id. Her transgender romance His Kind of Woman was a GLBT finalist in the 2014 DABWAHA competition sponsored by the Dear Author and Smart Bitches, Trashy Books review blogs.

Author Links:

Link to website: www.nonaraines.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/NonaRaines.author

Twitter: https://twitter.com/nonaraines

Blog: http://divasofdesire.blogspot.com/

Amazon page: amazon.com/author/nonaraines


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#ReleaseDayBlitz Bride Undone by #Author Kate Deveaux #Romance #Contemporary


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By Kate Deveaux


April 11


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Sometimes the best remedy for cold feet is a red hot Texan.

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Kate Deveaux

Contemporary and Erotic Romance Author


ABOUT KATE: KATE DEVEAUX is a contemporary, erotic romance writer and die-hard romantic. It was after reading Jane Eyre in high school, that she became hooked on the idea of writing about romance, excitement and drama. Kate has been penning stories, from the sensual to the sinfully sexy, ever since!

A former wedding planner, Kate has always been “in love” with love!  She was inspired to transition from writing racy short stories to full length manuscripts after meeting other authors in the romance world at industry workshops, conferences and events. Now a multi published contemporary romance novelist, Kate is a member of Savvy Author, Romance Writers of America (RWA) as well as their erotic romance chapter, Passionate Ink. Born in London, England, Kate has lived in both the U.K. and the U.S. When she’s not busy writing or reading, Kate can be found on the tennis court—yes, there’s even “love” in that game too!




Author website: http://www.katedeveaux.com

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This bride takes ‘I do’ to a whole new level — just not with the groom.

A Romantica®  erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

Publisher: Ellora’s Cave

General Release: April 11, 2014

ISBN: 9781419903540


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In one week Chloe will walk down the aisle. Yet she’s a bride who can’t stop spying on the weddings of total strangers. Desperate to catch a glimpse of what true love really looks like, she is having serious second thoughts about tying the knot.

Until she meets Wes — the sexy long lost father of her groom. The hunk from Texas confirms her worst fears. She is marrying the wrong man.

Battling her intense attraction for Wes, the flame between them burns too hot to resist. Chloe and Wes give into their scorching passion and struggle with the consequences of their love.


What’s Kate up to next?

Kate is busy completing several books for release 2014, each filled with sexy romance, heroines who are no shrinking violets, and heroes who make your heart skip a beat…

Coming soon in 2014….Platinum Pleasures and A Vixen in Venice



#VBT Breath of Dragons by #Author Barbara Kloss #Giveaway #YA #Fantasy

Barbara Kloss studied biochemistry at California Polytechnic State University, and after she began working in a clinical lab, found herself daydreaming about far off lands and slightly deranged wizards. She, her husband, baby boy, and Lhasa currently live in Arizona, where she escapes the summer heat by writing about lush vegetation and moderate to cold climates. Author of the Pandoran Novels, a YA fantasy series.

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Book Description:

After Prince Alaric’s death, Daria and Alex set off in search of the legendary box of the Pandors’. The box is famed to hold a secret of power—one strong enough to overcome Lord Eris and the shield of power he stole from Valdon. Daria doesn’t know where the box is hidden, but she can’t ignore the silent urging, beckoning her to the land of Pendel—the land her mother, Aurora Pandor, was from.

Time is running out. Lord Eris’s army of shadowguard vastly outnumber Valdon’s forces, and if Daria doesn’t find the box in time, Valdon will need reinforcements from the other territories to survive. But those territories will not hand over their armies willingly, not without Daria’s hand in marriage.

And there is another, older power rising, one that hasn’t been seen in centuries—one thought lost since the days of Galahad: the dragons.

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Sal left, and Alex put one hand on my waist, took my hand in his, and led me into the next dance.

“Where have you been?” I hadn’t meant the words to sound accusatory, but they did.

Alex raised a dark brow, looking a little startled by my outburst. “Where I always am: keeping both eyes on you, and that seems to require a lot of energy these days.” His gaze trailed after Sal, who had already found another morsel to snack on in the form of one of Alex’s groupies.

“You said he’s a thane?” I asked.

Alex nodded, his gaze drifting back to mine. “He governs the land on the western shores. He is Mercedes’ nephew. He will be furious with me for cutting in like this, but I couldn’t help it. He looked like he was about to eat you alive.”

“How do you know I wasn’t about to eat him alive?” I teased. I tried pulling Alex closer, but he firmly held me back at an appropriate distance.

“Careful, your grace,” he said, eyes locked on mine.

He was setting the precedence for our conversation tonight. He was holding up barriers and urging me to stand behind them. He was reminding me that I was a princess and he was my guard, and that I had better act that way.

A new piece started, much slower than the others, and the melody had a kind of lilting and heartbreaking quality to it. I tried not to take it as any kind of symbolism. Still, the dancing slowed and couples moved closer. Even Alex pulled me close, sliding one arm around my waist, and I was distinctly aware of the warmth soaking through the fabric of his sleeve and onto my bare lower back.

“How are you feeling?” Alex asked. His expression was carefully stoic, but his eyes were layered in concern.

“Well, if you must know, I feel a little bit like a pinwheel. Much more twirling and I might just twirl myself right off the edge of this balcony.”

Alex grinned. “We don’t have to dance. I could escort you back to—”

“No.” I held him tighter, gazing defiantly into his eyes. “I missed my turn last time, and I’ve regretted it ever since. But I am a little surprised you’re allowing this…?”

“Allowing what, exactly, your grace?” Even behind his walls of formality, he made the words your grace sound like an expression of intimacy only lovers used.

“Us dancing together.”

“Ah.” He was so controlled and elegant. “I didn’t see any harm in it, considering I’m your Aegis and that you’ve already had your fair share of attention this evening.” There was a glint in his eyes that made me certain he’d heard Sal’s proposition.

“And I see that you’ve had yours.” I glanced askance at the group of girls watching us, clearly unhappy that I’d stolen their shiny new toy.

Alex followed my gaze then whispered, “It’s nice seeing you jealous.”

I let out something of a snort. “Well, I could just put an end to it by ordering you to dance with me the rest of the evening. I’m not so sure I want to share you.” I tried to move in a little closer, but Alex’s grip firmly held me back again.

“I’m sorry, your grace,” he said, his eyes glittering like emeralds, “but I would have to politely refuse those orders.”

Book 2:

Winter has fallen upon Valdon.

It’s been five months since Daria Regius arrived at the castle, and her grandfather, the king, has stripped her of all freedoms, building even more barriers around her lonely life.

But darkness moves. Rumors abound about a dark rider, sending ancient and unspeakable horrors to the territories, and the citizens of Gaia are filled with fear. And fear blurs the lines of loyalty and trust, honor and allegiance, and cultivates dissonance throughout the kingdom. The people are anxious for this year’s games, because this year, according to prophecy, selecting a champion means a true king can be chosen, and only once that true king is chosen can the people have any hopes of defeating the evil amassing around them.

Propelled by fear for those she loves, unexpected friendships, and harrowing betrayal, Daria must gain the courage to escape the barriers set around her life and confront the evil that threatens to destroy Gaia—before it finds her and takes her life first.


Book 1:

For centuries, the people of Gaia have kept their magical world a secret to protect Earth from themselves. But magic can’t save them from the evil they face within. The key to their salvation lies with eighteen-year old Daria Jones, a young girl from Earth with no magical ability at all.

Or so she thought.

Her father’s mysterious disappearance from their Fresno, California home sets a whirlwind of events in motion, and Daria soon learns where to find him. The only problem is that she’s learned this information from Alex—the guy she grew up with. The guy that was her very best friend until three years ago when he left without a trace. But now he’s back (and devastatingly handsome. Unfortunately.) And he’s claiming that her father has been taken to a magical world—a magical world Alex has been all this time. The same magical world she must go to in order to save her father.

Now Daria has to decide whether to stay away from the guy that betrayed her, or to trust him with helping her find her father. But if this evil finds her first, she won’t even get the choice.




Burning Down the House by Allie Gail

Publication date: March 2014

Genres: Contemporary, New Adult








This book contains strong language and sexual content and is intended for ages 17+.

Rob Kensington is just your typical high school senior. Athletic, intelligent, handsome. Sees a therapist once a week. Because his parents just died in a house fire of questionable origin. And he doesn’t seem to care.
Maybe he isn’t so typical.

Sara Marsh had no clue when she returned to live with her divorced father that the bedroom down the hall would be occupied by a stray with a major attitude problem. The last time she saw Rob, he was a brooding goth who could have passed as Marilyn Manson’s love child. But at some point during her three years away, Creepy Kensington managed to evolve into a sizzling hot star running back with smoldering hazel eyes.

The attraction is undeniable. The temptation is irresistible. And soon they’re sharing more than just an address. But with another life lost in a deliberately set blaze, Sara’s trust is faltering. Has she lost her heart to a serial arsonist? He’s already shown her the allure of playing with fire.

And someone’s about to get burned.

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20897820-burning-down-the-house

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“Hellooo, baaaa-by!

Startled, I floundered to cover my boobs while splashing water over the side of the tub and all across the floor in the process. “What the hell! What are you – get out of here!” I threw a loofah at him but in my haste I missed.

Ignoring my demand, Rob moseyed over to kneel beside the bathtub, propping his arms on the edge and smirking at my compromising position. There weren’t any bubbles left to hide under, so I quickly drew my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them. “What are you, deaf? I said get out!

“I heard what you said.” To my amazement, he dipped his fingers in the water and swirled them around. “Water’s getting cold.”

“Then take your hand out of it!” I snapped, my cheeks flushing pink.

“I think we should let it out.” He reached underwater for the drain stopper, and his grin slowly spread as my eyes widened.

“Don’t you dare.”

“See…payback’s a bitch, now isn’t it?”

“Don’t touch that drain. I mean it.” To my horror, I felt an overwhelming urge to laugh and I pressed my lips together to suppress a smile. For some idiotic reason, whenever I get nervous I start giggling like a deranged person. I have no idea why. It’s very annoying, especially because it happens at the most inopportune moments.

“I thought we were playing You-Show-Me-Yours-And-I’ll-Show-You-Mine.” He lifted the edge of the stopper just enough to tease me, allowing a small amount of water to escape. “Well, you had your go and now it’s my turn.”

“I think you’ve had one too many beers!” That probably wasn’t even far from the truth. After all, I’d never seen him acting this cheeky before.

“Whoops. Oh my goodness – what do we have here?” He plucked the stopper completely out and held it up, just out of my reach. The water began to rush down the drain. To me it seemed to be disappearing ten times faster than usual.

“It’s not funny!” I protested, even though I was struggling not to giggle at that point. My shoulders were shaking.

“I’m not the one laughing,” he reminded me.

“All right – fine, you got me back. Ha, ha, you’re so clever. At least hand me a towel.”

“Mm…I don’t think so.”

“Hand me a freaking towel!” The water was getting perilously low, and I shoved one foot over the drain to try and diminish the flow.

“You didn’t say please…” he sang softly.

“Rob…” I looked straight at him then, directly into those hazel eyes, and something I saw in them squashed my impulse to laugh. I don’t know what it was, but all of a sudden the only impulse I felt anymore was the overpowering urge to kiss him. And not only that. I had the craziest compulsion to wrap my arms around his neck and pull him on top of me and let him do me six ways to Sunday, right there in the bathtub.

My expression must have been transparent because his smile inexplicably faded. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching mine. For what, I can’t say. But I guess he didn’t find what he was looking for there. Straightening, he tossed me the drain stopper and walked out without a word.

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Allie fell in love with the written word from the moment she was issued her very first Sally, Dick and Jane book. Born and raised in Alabama, she now resides in the panhandle of Florida with her own blue-eyed Prince Charming and three obnoxious cats. When she’s not working on her latest literary project, she can usually be found watching B-movie horror (the cheesier, the better), reading or playing online computer games while indulging her unhealthy Pepsi addiction.

#VirtualBOOKTour Warrior’s Wrath by #Author Gianna Simone #Romance #Historical


Title: Warrior’s Wrath

Author: Gianna Simone

Genre: Erotic Romance, Historical Romance

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In 14th century England, a long-kept secret upends Rowan Langley’s life. His anger sends him on a quest to discover the truth behind the lies he’s been told. Determined to avoid such betrayal again, he trusts no one and lets his wrath guide him and keep others from getting close, except fellow knight Gerard, his only ally.

Aeron Dawkyns is running for her life – fleeing Wales and a false charge of murder. Forced to live in the street and pickpocket to save enough money to travel to England where her brother can help her, she steals coin from Rowan. Though she at first escapes capture, her luck runs out when Rowan catches her attempting to steal his horse. He offers her a choice – sexual slavery to himself and Gerard, or be handed over to the sheriff to be hanged. To stay alive, she agrees to Rowan’s deal, never expecting the torment she will endure.

As the days pass, Aeron finds serving a bitter and angry Rowan has dark pleasures of its own, pleasures she soon learns to crave. For the first time in months, she feels safe, despite the wicked and torturous games the two knights play with her body. But when Rowan insists on dragging her back into Wales, she fears that safety will be utterly destroyed at the end of a hangman’s noose.

When Rowan learns of Aeron’s plight, he vows to help hunt down those who have falsely charged her. He promises to protect her, and keep her, using the debt she still owes as his reason. But how can he keep her safe when he fears he is no better than the brutal enemy who wants her hanged? He has come to crave his slave’s touch, as much as he craves her heart and never wants to let her go.

Staying with Rowan becomes Aeron’s heart’s desire – but could very well mean the end of her life.

Includes: Bondage, spanking, multiple partners and anal sex


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newexcerptHow he made his way to the stables, he didn’t know. Though the hour had grown late, the urge to ride seemed more important than anything else. Whenever he raced his steed across the fields, he cleared his head, found it easier to think and plan.

He quickly saddled his destrier, patting the black on the neck. The animal butted his nose into Rowan’s chest. Somehow the animal sensed his distress. He led the horse across the bailey and mounted, calling up to the sentry on the battlements.

“Raise the gate!”

“But sir, ’tis late!”

Rowan growled. “Now!” His shout echoed in the bailey and died down, just as the creak of the wooden gate being raised sounded in the quiet night.

Rowan held his impatience back, his head still spinning, both from the ale and the lies he’d uncovered. It seemed a cruel nightmare, one from which he couldn’t wake.

His name echoed around him, finally sinking through the haze. He turned.

Gerard Moreland, a knight in Montchester’s garrison and Rowan’s close friend, hurried across the bailey.

“What is it?” Rowan turned his gaze back to the gate, not rising quickly enough.

“I came to offer congratulations!” Gerard gave him a worried stare. “I didn’t think… What troubles you?”

Rowan didn’t know what to say, so he ignored the question.

“You can’t be meaning to ride now, not when you’re so far into your cups, you can barely sit straight in the saddle.”

“I am fine.” Finally! The gate rose high enough now, and he spurred Mercury out of the bailey, aware of Gerard shouting behind him.

He and Mercury knew the land well, so Rowan gave the animal its head, letting him run across great stretches of land. The cool air lashing his face did nothing to soothe the turmoil rolling his gut. All the while, the vision of Gillian’s teary face hovered in his thoughts, seeming to surround him. Her voice, insisting she loved him. Rowan shook his head.

All lies. Who was he?

Hoofbeats behind him drew him from the haze and he slowed Mercury. He scowled to see Gerard riding toward him.

“Are you mad?” the other knight asked as he moved within earshot.

Though he slowed his horse to a walk, Rowan did not stop and wait. He couldn’t outrace his friend now, not in this shape. He fingers clenched on the reins. Mayhap this was some imagining brought on by the amount of ale he’d drunk.

Gerard rode up beside him. “What happened? I thought to offer my good wishes and find you in a drunken rage. Look at you! Why would you risk your horse, nay your life on such a foolish ride?”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Tell me.”

Rowan tossed the words over in his thoughts, but nothing made any sense. Anger, harsh and burning, rose in his throat and his hands fisted again.

“They lied. They all lied. I’m not…”

The words ended on a growl. He had no way to express the fury tearing at him, ripping apart everything he thought he knew about himself. All had been a lie, every excuse they fed him whenever he’d been brave enough to question the instinct telling him he didn’t quite belong.

“Who am I?” he asked.

Gerard eyed him curiously. “I don’t understand.”

Rowan straightened, pulling the rage under his control until the gut-rolling sensation eased. He urged Mercury into a slow trot, unwilling to look at his friend. “I am not a Langley. Gillian is not my mother, and the Earl is not my father.”

Gerard chuckled. “Nay! I won’t fall for another prank!”

“‘Tis not a prank. They lied to me since I was born.” He gave silent thanks for the clouded moonlight, so Gerard wouldn’t see the agony he knew he couldn’t conceal.

“When did you learn this?”

Gerard’s steady and calm voice only stirred more anger. Somehow, Rowan managed not to lash out at his friend.

“I overheard them. My moth… Gillian said she wished she’d birthed me. When she saw me… the look on her face confirmed the truth. God’s blood, why didn’t they tell me?” He slammed one fist into the other open palm. The anger continued to spark, growing with each passing moment.

Gerard reached around and grabbed Mercury’s reins. When Rowan moved to jerk them free, Gerard tightened his grip. He dismounted and gave Rowan’s arm a tug.

“Get down.”

Still dizzy from the ale, and too tired to argue, Rowan complied. He swayed when his feet touched the ground. Gerard grabbed his shoulders to steady him.

“Man, what are you going to do? I expect you’ll seek out the truth.”

Rowan gave a grim smile. “You know me well. Since you came to foster. Have you never wondered why I never fostered out?”

Gerard nodded. “I have, but assumed there must be a good reason. Are you sure this is true?”

Rowan nodded. “They admitted they had saved me from.., when I was born. They took me in as theirs.”

“So what will you do now?”

“I have to leave. I need to sort this all out.”

“You need to talk to your… them before you do anything foolish.”

Rowan paused. He gave Gerard a calculating nod. “You’re right. I need more answers before I go anywhere. I need to know where to look to find my true family.”

“I will go with you,” Gerard vowed.

Rowan nodded. He looked back toward Montchester. His home. Not his. Where was his home, his family? Where did he belong? Anger and nausea mingled. Would he ever know?

Book 1

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Near the Scottish border during the reign of Edward I, Marissa Langley, daughter of a powerful English earl is captured by a band of marauding Scotsmen. Completely at their mercy, she is desperate to escape. When the leader of the group saves her from certain rape, she believes she will be freed.

But Ian MacCallum is no savior. He takes her for his own, seduces her then makes her a submissive. Her collar and chains are part of his vengeance on her father—the man Ian claims is responsible for the death of his beloved wife and son.

But her immediate death is not Ian’s plan. He subjects her to daily suffering and punishments and goes so far as sharing her with another clansman. Yet, her spirit will not be broken. He finds himself drawn to that core of strength within her; finding it most exquisite as it cannot be violated.

When danger from within his clan threatens her, Ian protects her, discovering at the same time that he does not want to lose her, ever.

Marissa makes her own discovery: she comes to crave Ian’s torturous touch. When she learns the source of his hatred, she is certain he is wrong. Her father would not commit atrocities. She waits for the moment when she can escape and prove her father’s innocence. But that would mean leaving Ian when she is no longer sure she wants to be free.

Includes: Bondage, collars, spanking, multiple partners and so much more!

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newexcerptA sudden stab of fear ran through Marissa. The slow smile parting his dark beard revealed even, white teeth sent not only a frisson of alarm, but a shiver of excitement. She recognized a gleam in his eyes that hinted at his approval of what he saw. Perhaps this was something she could use to her advantage until she could get her hands on a sword or dagger. If she played along with the attraction, he might lower his defenses and she could find her way free. Pretending to feel an attraction should not be difficult. She found it easy to look at him as well. His dark eyes smoldered with heat as he stared, and a neatly trimmed beard covered his strong jaw. Long dark hair fell beyond his shoulders. Some of the chill of the cave left her.

She wasn’t unfamiliar with the attentions of men. Many of her father’s knights had openly admired her, some had even tried to woo her. While she’d enjoyed the flattering attentions, she’d dismissed most of the men. Leland had been the first she had agreed to meet. He didn’t mock her skill or insist she tend to more feminine pursuits, such as needlework or running a household. She had no time for silly dalliances like her sisters. Instead, Marissa had trained with her brothers, handling a sword with ease and ability, until she’d become almost as skilled as they.

She longed for a sword now. Any blade would do. Damn Leland for convincing her to leave her weapon behind. She would use her beauty and feminine charms to get out of this situation. She should have paid more attention to her sisters’ behavior around men. She truly had little idea of how to lure one to her bed. Even if she planned to beat him senseless once she got him there. She concentrated, hiding her grimace as she recalled how her sisters had simpered foolishly after some of the knights in her father’s garrison. Could she do this? She had to; else she would never be free.

“‘Twould be wise for you to release me now, before my father and his men come looking.” “Do you still deny you are the Panther’s daughter?”

She shook her head. Better to let him think she had been subdued. “Aye, I am the daughter of the Panther. He will kill anyone who harms me.”

“Who said anything about harming you?”

She held his gaze, sensing his suspicion ebb, while the interest in his dark gaze rose. She could do this. Her heart raced a little faster, oddly pleased to know he found her attractive. Stop it, foolish girl, concentrate on freeing yourself.

“You’ve kidnapped me, I assume for a ransom. That crime alone is harming me. I’m sure my father will see it the same way.”

“I promise you, lass, you will find nothing but enjoyment in your stay with us. By the time the sun rises high in the sky, we’ll be long gone from these caves.”

A brief flare of panic threatened to erupt. Marissa tamped it down. “Certainly the caves are cover enough? Why leave?”

“I’ll not tell you our plans. I suggest you settle in, ’twill be a long night if you insist on cowering in the corner.”

“I am not cowering.”

“Mayhap. But my order remains. You will obey me.”

“I’m afraid I cannot.”

“Why is that, lass?”

“This cave is simply unacceptable. I am used to being treated in a much better manner.”

He laughed, and Marissa’s temper fired hot once more. She held it inside, trembling with the force trying to burst through her calm exterior.

“You mock me?”

“Nay, lass, not entirely. You’re lucky to have even these small comforts. Mayhap once we are back in my village, you’ll find the accommodations more to your liking.”

He stepped closer, and her senses came to full alert. Determined not to show the fear that

now left her knees shaking, she held herself steady. All too soon, he stood before her, his massive height forcing her to tilt her head back to hold his gaze. One hand came up, and she winced, preparing for a blow. Instead, the backs of his fingers lightly brushed her cheek. The gentle and unexpected touch sent an unrecognizable sizzle along her spine.

“Dinna fear, lass. I willna hurt you.”

“You already have, sir.”

He nodded, his gaze turning thoughtful. “I suppose in your eyes, ’tis the right of it. Set your worries aside. You will be safe as long as I am here to see to it.”

Deep inside, warmth continued to glow, and she found herself with the odd thought she believed she would be safe with him as her protector. He stared at her a few more moments, his fingers caressing her softly sending more of those delightful tingles throughout her. She curled her fingers into fists, but refrained from lashing out. Now was not the time. Despite his assurances, she knew he didn’t really believe her. She had to continue to play this game, until his guard lowered and she could make her escape.

Before she could give it another thought, he gripped her upper arms and hauled her closer, his mouth crashing down on hers. Her surprise was quickly lost on the yearning his lips inspired. His beard rubbed against her chin, creating an odd delight. All her careful thoughts faded as he tasted her and her body heated in response to the warmth rushing through her veins.

His tongue slipped along her lips and she didn’t even think to resist, opening her mouth to allow him inside. The heat threatened to reduce her to cinders. She had never known such a thrill, and never wanted the kiss to end.

Abruptly, he released her and she stumbled backward. Without her hands to steady herself, she lost her balance and landed on her arse. The shock jolted her from the cloud of longing he’d stirred, her body suddenly chilled. Had she actually enjoyed his kiss?

“Forgive me, lass.” He reached for her and helped her to stand. “Come, rest here for a while. I have tasks to tend to.”

He led her to the sleeping pallet and eased her to sit. He planned to leave her alone?

He gave her a grin that told her he knew exactly what path her thoughts took. “Dinna get any ideas about escaping.” He lifted a rope and quickly tied it to the leather strap binding her wrists. Once satisfied, he took the other end of the rope and fastened it to a rock protruding from the cave’s wall. With dismay, she realized she could not reach it, even if he had given her sufficient slack to move about the area.

“I wouldna leave you a chance to flee. Not that you’d get far. You’d have to get through my men and that’s as likely to happen as a sheep mating a donkey. I’ll not have you wandering the caves alone. ‘Tis too dangerous for a lass. You’ll be safe while I decide what to do with you. I will return shortly.”

With that, he turned and disappeared into the darkness of the caves. She stared after him, then turned to eye the odd branch-like stone the rope was bound to. Damn him! Yet, she knew, even if he hadn’t secured her to his little alcove, he’d been right. She wouldn’t have been able to get past his men, or she would have wound up lost in the caves. She sighed and plopped down on the pallet. At least she had time to think and plan. Mayhap she could find something to cut the ropes. She crawled over to his pack, hesitating before lifting the flap and peering inside.

She gulped. Nestled in the bag lay many long lengths of rope. She also spotted a vicious looking whip, and many more leather strips like the one that bound her now. Alongside them lay a crudely drawn outline of Montchester, and the surrounding area. The two towers along the battlements had large X’s over them. The earlier revelation that these Scots planned to siege Montchester came back to her. Terror prickled along her spine.

Colin and his men had spoken of scouting the area. No siege could occur now; Ian did not have enough men. Marissa had a moment’s relief at knowing her presence here in the caves could very well spare her mother and sisters from a horrific fate. She hoped her failure to return home



I’m a born-and-bred Jersey Girl, with Brooklyn roots, and I still live where it all started. I married my very own alpha male many eons ago, and am a (now formerly) full-time working mom to two school-age children. Still, even without a job, free time is always at a premium, and I spend the bulk of it lost in the worlds of my own making. I love to read and write hot sexy and emotional stories about people both glamorous and not-so-glamorous. And some of them are even downright un-heroic at times, which is part of what makes them so sexy, in my opinion!

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