New Release! Knights of Stone: Calum by Lisa Carlisle

Title: Calum

Author: Lisa Carlisle

Series: Highland Gargoyles #5

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Blurb

When a short-term mission turns into a battle between love and duty…

Calum lives for thrills both on and off stage as lead singer of the Knights of Stone. During a night flight, he witnesses a dragon chasing a pegasus and his gargoyle instincts kick in. When the rescued pegasus turns out to be a beautiful shifter named Arielle, he sets off on a dangerous mission to help her.

Arielle never should have wandered from her pegasi herd. Not only did she attract the attention of a dragon who wants to steal her magic, but they’ve ended up lost in another realm. If she even makes it through the night, how will she ever return home?

Calum and Arielle’s chance encounter in the Scottish Highlands turns into something more. Can Calum help Arielle return to her realm, when he wants to convince her to stay?

For a hot Highland shifter series set on a mystical isle shared by gargoyles, tree witches, and wolf shifters, meet the brothers in the Knights of Stone today!

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Excerpt

Calum needed to fly, to escape the claustrophobic confines of the pub in Inverness. Only flight could provide relief from the stuffiness closing in around him. The stale stench of beer and perspiration tingled his nostrils. The din of voices around him reverberated in his head. The Knights of Stone, the band he and his brothers had created, had played until midnight. Although the lassies surrounded him after their set, as they often did, he avoided their attention to head for the exit.

“You’re not leaving again, are you?” his older brother, Gavin, asked.

“I need air.”

“It’s the third time in a fortnight. Something’s definitely off with you lately.”

Maybe Gavin was right. Calum’s usual restlessness had shifted recently. Instead of chasing the lasses after the rush onstage as front man of their band, he’d been escaping to the wide-open space of the night skies.

He searched the shadowy area behind the brick building for a hidden spot where he could shift to his winged form. Humans were out this evening, but none were attracted to the dark alley.

Calum cloaked himself before shifting. He flew away from the club up toward the crescent moon, which was clouded by a swirl of mist. Nothing like soaring through the night to invigorate him. Flight calmed him, as it did for most gargoyles. While he spent much of the day restoring his energy in stone form under the sun, at night he came alive. He’d then pursue one of his three favorite activities — flying, performing, or—entertaining. He smirked. He and Gavin relished the female attention, especially after their three brothers had found mates. Since their brothers had placed bets on who’d be next to find a mate, both Calum and Gavin pushed to the extreme to avoid it.

Although Calum still burned from the rush on stage, something was missing. He had everything he thought he’d wanted with the band and living with his brothers in their small clan on the Isle of Stone, yet he sought solitude in flight more often.

Why he did plagued his mind as he sought the clarity during the flight. A short break had turned into a longer flight, full of introspection. Calum soared farther than he’d planned, along Loch Ness and then inland. The shadowed mountain peaks ahead framed a foreboding entryway under the lingering fog that clouded the night.

He paused, hovering in the air. His gargoyle instincts flared. Something was off. He engaged all his senses, listening for a sign of distress, anything to identify the source of his unease. He flew deeper inland, the rolling fields darker than emeralds under the stars, and the disturbing sensation heightened.

Meet the Author

Lisa Carlisle is a USA Today Bestselling author of romance and suspense. She loves stories with dark, brooding heroes and independent, caring heroines. Lisa feels very honored to be a multi-published author since she’s wanted to write since the sixth grade. Her travels have provided her with inspiration for various settings in her novels. She backpacked alone through Europe, and lived in Paris before returning to the U.S. Now she lives in New England with her husband, two children, a cat, and many fish.

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Book Blitz: Three of a Kind by Susan Hayes

Title: Three of a Kind

Author: Susan Hayes

Series: The Drift, Book 4

Genre: Sci-Fi romance, Menage

Blurb

When the chips are down and the stakes are high, winning takes three of a kind
Dr. Alyson Jefferies treats everyone who comes through the doors of her medical clinic, regardless of species or social standing. The corporations who run the Drift don’t approve of her open-door policy, but Alyson is determined to fight for her patients, no matter what.
Cyborg brothers Dirk, Blade, and Lance Trello were designed for combat, but the Resource Wars ended before they drew their first breath. Soldiers without a war, they drift from place to place, looking for a purpose and a reason to settle down.

When corporate secrets and hidden agendas put Alyson’s life in peril, the three hot-blooded brothers know they’ve found a cause worth fighting for. They are going to protect their defiant doctor—while trying to convince her that sometimes the best things in life come in threes.

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Excerpt

When she yawned for the third time, she decided it was time for a cup of tea. That would keep her going for another hour or so. She headed to the kitchen, and stopped short when Dirk appeared in the hall in front of her.

“Your bedroom is in the other direction.”

“Yes, it is. But the kitchen is where the tea is.” She tried to step around him, but he folded his arms across his chest and moved in front of her again.

“You don’t need tea. You need sleep.”

“I’m fine. I learned to go without sleep while I was in med school.” She tapped his forearm with her finger. “So, if you’d get out of my way I’ll go get my tea.”

“Not going to happen. You’ve had a hell of a day, and you’re exhausted. I’m not a doctor, but even I can tell you’re pushing yourself too hard.”

She stifled another yawn and pointed toward the kitchen. “I’ll sleep in an hour. I promise.”

“Are you always this stubborn?” he asked, but his lips were turned up into a grin that belied the annoyed tone in his voice.

“Always.” She hadn’t gotten this far in her career, or her life, by backing down, and she wasn’t going to start now.

“Noted. But you’re still not getting your way. Not this time.”

He moved so fast she didn’t have time to do more than blink before he bent over and hauled her over one massive shoulder. When he straightened, she yelped in surprise and started kicking and squirming. She knew it was hopeless, but she wasn’t going to suffer through this indignity without a fight. Her fuzzy slippers thumped against his side, and every time they connected, dots of purple lights danced across the walls and ceiling.

Put me down, you jerk!”

He clamped an arm across the back of her thighs, locking down her legs and started walking down the hall, away from the kitchen. “I’ll put you down when we get to your bedroom.”

She smacked her hand against his ass, which was the only part of him she could reach as she dangled off his shoulder. “I was wrong. You’re not jerk. You’re an asshole. You know what’s worse than eavesdropping? This. This is worse.”

A door slid open somewhere in front of them, but all she could see was Dirk’s broad back.

“I heard yelling. Is everything okay?”

She wriggled again. “No, it’s not. You’re supposed to be my bodyguard, so help me! Make Dirk put me down right now.”

“Uh, Dirk, is there a reason our protectee is upside down and royally pissed off?”

“She needs to go to bed and is too stubborn to admit it. So, I’m escorting her there.”

“Uh huh.” Blade appeared beside her, grinning from ear-to-ear. “Cute slippers.”

“You’re not going to help?”

“I’m not. You need rest. You aren’t any good to anyone if you’re too tired to think.”

“You’re both assholes.” She gave up arguing and went limp.

“Yeah, but we’re still right. Good night, Doc.” Blade gave her a jaunty wave and vanished from sight again, still chuckling.

Meet the Author

Susan lives on Vancouver Island, off the Canadian west coast where the waters are patrolled by orcas and the sighting of snowflakes leads to citywide panic. She’s jumped out of perfectly good airplanes on purpose and accidently swum with sharks on the Great Barrier Reef.

If the world ends, she plans to survive as the spunky, comedic sidekick to the heroes of the new world, because she’s too short and out of shape to make it on her own for long.

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Excerpt Reveal! Bad Penny by Staci Hart

Bad Penny, an all-new romantic comedy standalone from Staci Hart is coming June 15th!

Title: Bad Penny

Author: Staci Hart

 

Synopsis

Nothing good comes after the third date.

 

See, date three is the crucial point when things get real, which is exactly why I bounce out the door, twiddling my fingers at whatever poor boy I’ve left behind. Because if I stick around, one of three things will happen: he’ll profess his undying love, he gets weird and stalky, or I’ll go crazy. Like, Sid and Nancy crazy. Like, chase-him-through-the-streets-begging-him-to-love-me crazy.

 

Seriously, it’s better for everyone this way.

 

So when I meet Bodie, I figure it’ll be the same as it ever was. It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t put a single string on me. Doesn’t matter that he’s funny and smart and jacked and can play my body like a grand piano. Because even though I’m built for love, love has only carved me up like a Christmas ham.

 

Resistance is something I can only hang on to for so long, and he has persistence in spades. But my heart isn’t as safe as I want to believe, and neither is his. And the second I ignore my cardinal rule is the second I stand to lose him forever.

Excerpt:

BODIE

She glanced behind me, twiddling her fingers, presumably at Jude and Phil. “So, you’re a twin, huh?”

I nodded and took a sip of my Maker’s as “Rock the Casbah” kicked off, and everyone around us started bouncing and dancing. “Since birth.”

She laughed. “What a win for the universe that there would be two of you.”

“Double your pleasure, double your fun.”

That caught her off guard, and her bottom lip slipped between her teeth as a flush rose on her cheeks.

Just like that, I had one objective, and it began and ended with her lips.

“Although I should tell you now,” I stepped closer, slipping into her space, and her eyes widened, pupils dilating as she leaned into me, “I don’t like to share.”

The tip of her pink tongue darted out to wet her lips, and her eyes were locked onto my mouth.

“Are you thinking about kissing me?” I asked.

She shook her head, though her eyes didn’t stray. “No, I’m thinking about what your dick looks like.”

I laughed from way down deep in my belly, shocked in the best way and turned on in the worst. And as the ocean of people waved around us, she rose up on her tiptoes, grabbed a handful of my T-shirt, and pulled.

I caught the smallest breath — a surprised, satisfied gasp — just before our lips met, and fireworks exploded in my brain. The kiss wasn’t soft or sweet; it was strong and determined, those red, red lips pressing against mine, opening to let me into her hot mouth, her tongue finding mine like she’d been looking for it her whole life.

The surprise left me as quickly as it had hit, and I leaned into her, my free arm winding around her back to press her body against mine. There wasn’t an inch of space between us, and all the while, our mouths worked each other’s in a long dance that left my heart chugging like a freight train in my chest.

She pulled away, her lips swollen and eyes lust-drunk as they met mine and held them while she kicked back her drink and grabbed my hand.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” she said.

And I smirked, breathless. “Your place or mine?”

 

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About the Author

Staci has been a lot of things up to this point in her life — a graphic designer, an entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a waitress. Can’t forget that. She’s also been a mom, with three little girls who are sure to grow up to break a number of hearts. She’s been a wife, though she’s certainly not the cleanest, or the best cook. She’s also super, duper fun at a party, especially if she’s been drinking whiskey.

 

From roots in Houston to a seven year stint in Southern California, Staci and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north, in Denver. They are new enough that snow is still magical. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, sleeping, gaming, or designing graphics.

 

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Review: Loving Jade by Roya Carmen

Ah, this is a bittersweet review to write. Loving Jade, the third (and final) book in Roya Carmen‘s The Riverstone Series has released and, well, I have a book hangover after reading it.

Loving Jade was a bit different than the other two books in the Riverstone Trilogy. It was filled with Roya Carmen’s signature angsty characters and steamy sex scenes, but I also noticed the author’s growth as a writer in this book.  I think what struck me most about how different this book was from the other two books before it, is it’s more of a romantic suspense than the other two books and I feel this subgenre fits Roya’s writing style very, very well.

At the beginning of the story, Jade is married to a handsome, powerful man named Micheal. On the surface it appears they have a fairy tale life, but in reality Michael is controlling and abusive. Jade has had enough of his ways and flees her abusive marriage. She arrives at the Riverstone Estate and begins working through her issues with Flynn Riverstone’s use of equine therapy.

There are moments in the book that are rife with tension and emotional turmoil. Jade knows she deserves better than her abusive husband but still has moments where her heart tries to make her remember only the good times with Micheal. She also struggles with her attraction to her therapist Flynn.

The second thing that I felt was different from the other books, but again, something that made this book work well, was I loved seeing the Riverstones through the eyes of an outside character. In books one and two we get glimpses of what it’s like to be a part of the Riverstone family through the eyes of another when we’re in Aiden and August’s POV, but I felt like we got a deeper viewpoint from Jade.

I don’t want to say too much more, but I will say readers can expect hot love scenes, angsty prose and of course, a HEA. Get Loving Jade today!

I never thought I’d be able to leave Michael, but I finally worked up the courage. I’m not sure where I’m heading but I feel safe here with the Riverstones. This place is lovely and serene. There is so much beauty and love here.

Yet, I still don’t feel free – I know Michael will find me. It’s just a matter of time.

Love is the last thing I’m looking for, but Flynn is such a beautiful man, inside and out. He makes me believe that I can be stronger, that I can be fierce. He believes he can fix me with equine therapy but he has no clue how much damage has been done.

Yet, somehow, he manages to get through to me. With patience, love and understanding, he slowly peels off the hard layers of self-doubt and fear that have held me captive all these years.

Just as I finally start to get stronger, Michael tracks me down and sends us all into turmoil, and threatens not only me but the family I’ve come to love.

Author’s note:
Loving Jade contains sexual scenes and some coarse language, and is intended for a mature audience. Loving Jade also contains scenes of domestic abuse and violence which could be a trigger for some. The central theme of the story however, is female empowerment and self-love.

Loving Jade is the last book in The Riverstone Series, and can be enjoyed as a STANDALONE. However, if one intends to read all three books, it is best to read them in chronological order to avoid spoilers.

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Blurb

Ben Lawson is making a comeback…

After a few tabloid headlines, they think they know me. They don’t know a damn thing.  As CEO of a movie production company, I’ll show them who I really am when we hit it big at the box office. My ex thought her smear tactics would ruin me, but I’m unbreakable. Rising from the debris, I swore I’d never let a woman distract me like that again. But then, my leading actress walked on the set and changed everything.

Seductive, sexy, and unapologetic, Aria Rose could break me. I wanted to help her, protect her…love her. Instead, I destroyed her.

Aria Rose is baring it all….

I knew better.  I knew not to trust another Hollywood heartthrob with a reputation like his. He was my boss and became my ruin. I should have stayed far away from him. Ben Lawson promised me the world.  He even promised me his heart.

 

But he destroyed everything–my heart, my career, us.

 

Excerpt

“Aria?” A deep voice cut through the crisp nighttime air.

She turned to see Ben approaching her, the shadows from the upper deck of the yacht moving across his face as he came closer. “Oh. Hi, Mr. Lawson.”

“Please, like I said, call me Ben,” he reiterated, leaning against the railing next to her.

“Right. Ben. Sorry, the last exec wasn’t quite so…”

His lips curved into a smile. “So, what?”

She wasn’t sure what to say, because her honest answer was sexy. That didn’t seem like the best thing to a man who now funded and controlled her film. “Approachable?”

Ben laughed—a deep chuckle that she felt vibrate through her bones. “I hope that’s a good thing.”

“It definitely is,” she assured him, placing a hand on his arm. The moment she touched him, she pulled back, immediately embarrassed.

He. Is. My. Boss. Get it together, Aria.

He didn’t chide her, or look uncomfortable, which she took as a good sign.

Aria returned to her original position beside him, and they stared out at the darkened water lapping the sides of all the boats docked around.

“Want to hear something funny?” Aria finally broke the silence, but kept her voice low. So low, he had to lean in to hear her.

“Tell me.”

“My parents met in this very marina. She was a caterer and he was a deckhand—still teenagers. Barely old enough to know who they were, let alone what they wanted out of life. Still, they knew what love was when they stumbled upon it, and they knew enough to never let go.” Aria’s heart beat a little faster, warming at the memories.

“Wow. Are they still together?”

Aria nodded. “Barely spent a day apart since. My mother is actually my manager, and she works insanely hard for me, but my father always comes first. He’s the love of her life.”

“Love like that is special. Rare.”

“Is it?” Aria tilted her head to the side. “I’m not sure it’s as rare as it is a choice, a commitment, and the strength to follow through each and every day. There were times they could have given up—maybe lived an easier life with someone else—but they made a decision that this was the love they wanted, this was the life they wanted, and in that choice comes a confidence, a happiness, that most people deny themselves.”

Ben was quiet for a minute. Finally, he inhaled loudly, then blew it out in one long breath. “That’s really beautiful, Aria. Hits a bit close to home, I have to admit.”

“I’m sorry.” Aria frowned, turning to face him and just leaving one elbow on the railing. “I didn’t mean—”

He shook his head. “No, it’s fine. I just finished going through a divorce about six months ago, though we’d separated the year before that. I think you’re right—love is a choice. Making love work is a choice. And yet…if it’s not with the right person, then it’s the wrong choice.”

“Soul mates.” Aria raised one brow. “You believe in that?”

Ben stared at her for a moment…a long moment. The kind of moment that made her shift her weight from one leg to the other, her skin heating under his gaze. “Yes. I believe in soul mates.”

She tilted her chin up ever so slightly, going for lightheartedness. “Well, we all have our flaws. You couldn’t be entirely perfect.”

Ben laughed again. “Believing in soul mates is a flaw?”

“Buying what you’re selling is definitely a flaw. You’re a movie producer, so you sell fantasy to the world.”

“I think we can have the fantasy.” His eyes danced, but his smile was gone. “Don’t you want the fantasy?”

Aria turned back to the ocean, looking out at the waves. This was too much, too real, too soon with a man she barely knew. A man who was pretty much her boss. “Who wouldn’t want the fantasy?” she said dismissively. “Some would say I’m already living it.”

“That’s certainly true. Everyone on this yacht, everyone in this city…Hollywood. It’s all a fantasy of some sort.” Something in his tone sounded so…sad? A small ache pulled at her heart, and she felt like they’d opened the door to something different. Something different than studio exec and actress. Something more than strangers who just met today.

Her humanity connected to his, and they were just two people standing on a boat wishing it could float them away from their picture-perfect lives.

“Do you know why I love Scarlet’s Letters?” she said softly, her voice barely above the whistle of the wind around them.

He stepped closer, his elbow pressed against hers on the railing now. “Why?”

“It’s something I can be proud of. A story I’m proud to tell. The strength of a woman in wartime, a French woman saving innocent people during the Holocaust…a woman picking her truth over a man, over love. Have you read the script?”

Ben nodded. “I have. Two years ago, when it was making the rounds. It’s powerful, and from what I’ve seen, you do an amazing job in it.”

“Thank you. When I first saw this script—or rather, read the book it’s based on—I knew I had to play this part. No matter what I had to give up. This was mine.”

She’d never connected to anything more than she had this script. It was empowering, and taught courage in the toughest of circumstances. It was a tiny snapshot of a much larger scale event, showing the decisions and atrocities suffered at such a human, personal level. It was a woman denying her own privilege and luxury to help fellow humans who didn’t have that reach.

“The way you talk about it…I’m jealous,” Ben admitted.

That got Aria’s attention, and she turned to face him. “Jealous? Of what?”

He pushed off the railing, looking up at the stars before settling on her gaze. “Passion. Excitement. Purpose. You know what you want. You know who you are and what your goals are.”

“And you don’t?” He had to be nearly thirty, if not over. Striking and fresh faced, but his features still said experience. Aria was only in her twenties, but at times she felt decades older.

Ben shook his head. “I thought I did. I built a life. Got married. Worked my way up in Maguire Industries. Everything was mapped out. Everything was…easy.”

The ache from earlier was back, the sadness in his voice. Aria placed her hand on his forearm, a comforting gesture. Partly for him, but mostly for her. She needed a physical connection when they were connecting on so much more.

“What happened?” she pried, squeezing his arm ever so slightly.

Ben looked down at her hand, his eyes lingering. He didn’t move or pull away, and when he lifted his head to face her again, there was a need in his eyes that made her insides heat. “The woman I trusted with all my secrets? She sold them to the highest bidder the moment I wasn’t able to be a stepping stone for her career.”

Aria didn’t reply, sensing there was more.

“She used every connection she had to get me blacklisted. Took everything. Now Maguire Industries acquired Shepherd Films, expecting me to fail. Pushing me out.”

“Not many would call being the CEO of a film studio a demotion,” Aria pointed out.

“When you’re used to being the landscaper, it’s hard to become the rose.”

Aria laughed, letting go of his arm. “First, soul mates. Now, roses. You’re a poetic man, Ben Lawson. A true romantic.”

Suddenly, his fingers intertwined with hers, pulling her to him. Pressing her body to his, chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat. His eyes never left hers, and she watched him wrestle with something…doubt, uncertainty. As if he didn’t know why he’d just hugged her to him, but then need. Pure need darkened his eyes as something deeper pushed the rest away.

Her breath was lost as she concentrated on standing, her knees already threatening to buckle. She’d taken every second of the journey with him, and now she wanted more. Something about the way he smelled ignited every nerve ending in her body. The way he held her, one arm wrapped around her back, was so secure, so comfortable, so protective, so intimately. No one had ever held her like that in her entire life.

She didn’t want him to let go.

He was fire. She wanted to leap into his flames.

“And what are you, Aria Rose?” Ben’s fingers tipped her chin upward, her eyes finding his. “Who are you?”

The words rumbled in his chest, vibrating against him as he spoke. There was a genuineness to it that terrified her, unnerved her, and completely overwhelmed her. Their souls were laid bare and he was asking for more.

A perfect stranger. A moment of truth. An absolute mistake.

She couldn’t do it. Her walls shot up and she let go of him, fear coursing through her. “I’m an actress, Mr. Lawson. Just an actress.”

And just so much more.

 

About the Author

Sarah Robinson is a native of the Washington, DC area and has both her Bachelors and Masters Degrees in clinical and forensic psychology. She is married to a wonderful man who is just as much of an animal rescue enthusiast as she is. Together, they own a zoo of rescues, as well as volunteering and fostering for multiple animal shelters.

 

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Dangerous Fling by Crystal Kaswell

He’s my rock star crush, my go-to fantasy. And he’s offering to make all my dreams come true…

 

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Lacey

Malcolm Strong is the perfect rock star wet dream.

Broad shoulders, inked arms, those piercing blue eyes….

His words are poetry.

His voice is s*x.

He could have any woman he wants.

And he wants me.

No feelings.

No strings attached.

I’m game.

But my heart won’t get in line.

 

Mal

Lacey is as sweet as she is sassy.

Her innocent brown eyes call all my attention.

She’s supposed to be working on our music video.

Which means I’m not supposed to be picturing her naked.

Spread eagle.

Screaming my name loud enough to wake the neighbors.

I only have one rule: this is staying physical.

But there’s something about Lacey…

I want her heart as much as I want her body.

 

***Dangerous Fling is a standalone romance set within the Dangerous Noise series***

EXCERPT

I’m not supposed to get ideas about Mal and I being together.

About this being more than sex.

But my head is flush with thoughts of the future. Of more. Of all of him.

His gaze shifts from my eyes to my lips to my chest. “Where has that dress been?”

“Waiting for a nice occasion.” I push past the flush in my cheeks. “I don’t think I’ve ever worn it.”

“Why’d you buy it?” His eyes lock with mine. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“Every so often, I get these ideas of some fantasy life I could lead. Maybe it’s the filmmaker dreamer thing. This one… well, it came with these heels and black lace lingerie.”

He raises a brow like he’s considering demanding a look at said lingerie.

“I thought, maybe, this would make Adam want me.” I pressed my lips together. Already, I can feel the sting of rejection in my fingertips. I can taste its bitterness on my tongue. “It didn’t.”

“That’s on him.”

I swallow hard. “Maybe.”

Mal’s voice drops an octave. “Lacey, tell me what I have to do to convince you he was an idiot and I’ll do it.”

“I don’t know.”

“You were right to leave.”

My breath catches in my throat. This is not the conversation I want to have right now. Already, my skin is crawling. “I don’t know—”

“I do.” He shifts out of his side of the booth and slides next to me. His knee presses against mine. His fingertips skim the hem of my dress.

Thoughts slip away at an alarming rate.

I can’t think with Mal this close.

God, he smells good.

He leans down to bring his lips to my ear. “You have any idea how much you drive me out of my mind?”

“No,” I breathe. I’m not sure I have any ideas right now. I’m not sure I’ll ever have another idea with the way my thoughts are screaming Need. Mal. Now.

He wants me.

Even though it’s clear as day, it feels impossible.

“I was hard the entire drive to your place.” He pushes my dress up a few inches. His fingertips skim my inner thigh. “Thinking about sliding my hand between your legs.” He drags his fingertips higher. “Thinking about driving my fingers into your slick cunt.”

I shudder from his touch.

“Thinking about bending you over my knee and rolling your dress to your waist…” He presses his lips to my neck with a soft kiss. Then a hard one.

His fingers mover higher, higher, almost. Fuck.

“Mal,” I breathe.

“You want me to spank you, baby?”

“I… yes, I think so.”

“To tie you up?”

I nod.

He drags his lips over the edge of my jaw as he pulls back. His blue eyes fix on me. He studies my expression like it’s poetry. “You liked the mix of pain and pleasure.”

My cheeks flush. My sex clenches.

Mal’s pupils dilate. I’m reacting to him. He’s reacting to me. It’s fucking poetry.

He rubs me over my panties. His expression screams I bet you wish you followed orders right now.

“I love how earnest you are about this.” His voice is a low growl. “It drives me out of my mind.”

“Really?”

“Joel always says I like ingenues.”

“Do you?”

“I like you.” He drags his lips over my neck. “You’re the sexiest woman in the entire universe. You should feel it.”

I swallow hard.

“I’m going to make you feel like you deserve every drop of my desire.” He strokes me over my panties. “I want to make you feel so much pleasure you can’t take it, Lacey.”

God, that impossibly soft touch, the heat of his breath, the low, demanding voice… It’s official. Mal’s a sex god. My fantasies were right.

 

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Loving Jade Excerpt!

Loving Jade, the final book in The Riverstone Series by Roya Carmen, releases May 25. Read on for an excerpt!

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His eyes drink me in, his gaze slowly tracing the curves of my body. I feel naked. I don’t want him to look at me this way. He leans back into the sofa, stretching his long legs. “You’re beautiful.”

The slow sensual music fills the room. It stifles me, steals my breath. I close my eyes. I don’t want to see his eyes on me. Yet, I still feel them.

I feel him stand. I open my eyes to see him closing the distance between us. He takes my hand in his. My hands are clammy but I don’t think he cares. He pulls me to him. “Can I have this dance?” He wraps an arm around my back and presses a hand on my shoulder. We go through the motions and move to the rhythm of the music. My pulse is racing. I feel trapped.

He presses his face against the top of my head. “I’ve missed you so much, Jade.”

Another slow circle.

“Did you miss me, Jade?”

My mouth is dry. I can’t utter a single word.

“Did you miss me, Jade?” he asks again.

“Y-yes,” I finally manage, my voice as meek as a mouse’s.

I feel the weight of him as he leans into me and presses his mouth against the bend of my neck. He bites my flesh gently. I used to love this – I would absolutely melt.

I’m still frozen when he moves down to my shoulder. He licks a slow line from my shoulder along the curve of my neck, a familiar dance of seduction.  

I want to pull away but he still holds me in his arms, and still, despite the fact that I’m stronger than I used to be, I feel so small in his arms.

He drops to his knees. He’s at my feet, desperate. “I want you so much,” he says softly.

I press a hand on his shoulder. “We… we can’t, Michael,” I say, my words unsteady. I really don’t want to upset him. “We’re not together anymore.”

A flicker of anger flashes across his dark eyes. He slides a hand up my leg and grabs the flesh hard. “As far as I’m concerned, we still are… together. I’m afraid you have no choice, princess.”

I know I don’t.

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