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Molly Ramsey lives a nice, normal life. Her cat, her dog, and her two best friends are more than enough for her, thank you very much. Working for her brother’s best friend helps pay the bills, even though she often wants to strangle the sizzling-hot egomaniac with his own outrageously expensive tie! 

William “Devil” Delancy built his vast empire through sheer determination and corporate takeover. The millionaire always gets what he wants.from women to companies and all points in between. And when he is done with them, he discards them without another thought. So when his sainted, dying grandmother voices her concern about his lack of a wife, he does what he knows best: he takes what he wants! And it just so happens that the woman nearest and dearest to him is his own assistant – the beautiful Molly. 

What happens when the Devil asks you to pay your dues? Molly Ramsey is just about to find out! Join this racy, rollicking romantic comedy and see just how far the Devil can push the unsinkable Molly before she sets both their worlds on fire? Romantica, erotica, humor, comedy and much more in this 110,000+ word standalone.

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Fifteen minutes later, the whole sordid mess had been spilled between them and both her friends stared at Molly with a mixture of horror, amusement and curiosity. “Well, say something!” Molly yelled when neither of them said a word. “You’re supposed to be my sounding board, ladies!”
“You’re engaged,” Sami managed to choke.
“To the Devil,” Viv sputtered.
“It could be worse, right?” Molly questioned, looking from one woman to the other and back again. “I mean, he’s not so awful, is he?”
“He’s the Devil,” Vivian breathed, her brown eyes huge on her pixie face.
“That’s not helpful, Viv,” Molly huffed, holding her bottle tucked tightly between her breasts as she sat cross-legged on the middle of her couch. “His nickname is Devil. He’s not really Satan incarnate.”
“I’m gonna need a hit off that vodka bottle before we go any further,” Sami warned, holding out her hand and wriggling her fingers.
“You’ll have to wrest it from my cold dead hands,” Molly replied, tightening her grip on the mostly gone liquor as she shook her head, red hair flying wildly.
“You hold her down and I’ll pry it out of her hand,” Vivian said under her breath, only half joking as she eyed Molly.
Snorting, Sami ran a hand through her naturally wavy locks. “Well, let’s look on the bright side. At least he’s got the whole eye candy thing going on for him. You may have to look into the face of evil every morning across the breakfast table, but the view will be pretty.”
“What am I going to do?” Molly groaned, leaning her head back against the cushion as the throbbing in her head increased.
Shaking off her shock, Viv straightened in her chair. “Well, first off, don’t panic. Devil can’t actually make you marry him.”
“No, but he can coerce the hell out of her,” Sami argued, frowning at Vivian. “I mean, you heard her, Viv. He’s holding his dying grandmother over her head, for crying out loud.”

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“Devil!” Molly squealed, gripping his neck as he hauled her into his arms and turned toward the stairs. “What are you doing?”

“If you think that I’m going to make love to you for the first time on the living room sofa, you have drastically underestimated me,” he replied, taking the steps two at a time.
Molly gripped his shoulders as he carried her like she weighed nothing more than a bag of flour. Swallowing hard as her heartbeat sped up, she suddenly realized that this was really happening between them. Dozens of doubts flooded her mind, but every single one of them fled as he walked into his spacious bedroom and placed her in the center of his huge bed.
Licking her lips as she watched him kick off his shoes and push his slacks down over his lean hips, she caught her breath. His body was ripped perfection. Toned well muscled arms, hard lickable six pack, firm thighs… and the longest, thickest cock she’d ever seen in her life. Letting her eyes drift over him again, she blinked as she noticed a small tattoo just above his hip. “You’ve got a tat?” she asked, sitting up on the bed so that she could caress the small Celtic cross that he had on his skin. “Straight laced, serious Devil Delancy did something daring?” she teased, peeking up at him through her lowered lashes.
Chuckling, he brushed his fingers against her jaw as her fingertips traced the cross on his hip. “One very drunken night in college a very long time ago.”
“It’s pretty,” she praised, leaning into his hand as she noticed his bobbing cock close to her lips.
Following her gaze, his lips curved wickedly. “I really hope you’re talking about the tat and not my dick, sweetheart.”
“Hmmmm,” she hummed, pressing a finger to her lips as she considered both.
“You are truly hell on a man’s confidence, Molly Ramsey,” he growled, gazing down at her as she smiled up at him.
“As far as I know, confidence has never been an attribute you lacked,” Molly replied with a giggle, lifting one hand to caress him again. “But if you really need to have your ego stroked, I’ll do my best to comply,” she promised softly. His low groan of approval emboldened her and she slowly brought him to her mouth, brushing her lips lightly against the flushed head of his cock. Inhaling deeply, she gazed at his sizeable arousal and shivered as she thought about him filling her. Darting her tongue out to sweep against his tip, she heard his harsh indrawn breath.

Sarah O’Rourke is actually two besties who live three states apart and write at all hours of the day and night! Born and raised in the Southern United States, they are overly attached to their one-click accounts, can’t make it through the day without copious doses of caffeine, and spend way too much time on the phone with each other. Between them, they have four children and eighteen years of marriage...one to a super soldier and the other to egomaniac engineer. They hate empty chocolate wrappers and writer’s block, love to talk to readers...and by the way, they write about strong, kick-ass women and hot alpha heroes!

 

 

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18 year old Emily Jenkins is from a small town in Indiana. She has just graduated High School and is going through a bad break up; she is ready to start college and get on with her life. But, before she even gets a chance to start college, unforeseen events thrust her right back in to the life of her ex. Will she survive him and be able to continue with her life or will she be drawn back to him?

Logan Moore has just returned home from College for the summer. He has had a rough first year, all of his own making. He wants to right some of the wrongs that he has created over the last year, but it is proving more difficult than he thought. After a tragic accident, that he feels is his fault, Logan tries to cope with the guilt and is offered help by someone he least expects.

Will their lives ever be the same?

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 “Emily, I will be fine. I want you on the table.”

Who am I to argue?

He moves his arm back around to help me down. I do my best to keep most of my weight on me but I know he wants to feel like he helped. I reach up and kiss him for the entire journey over to the table. Before I get myself on the table, Logan slips his hands in the waistband of my shorts and pulls them down. He stands back to look at me and closes his eyes. I walk up to him and almost rip his shirt off. I have been waiting all day to move my hands across this chest. I kiss it, and move my hands down to his jeans and take them off.

Logan kisses my lips and backs me up to the table. I start to get up on it but he stops me.

“No baby, turn around.”

“Oh.” I say, excitement coursing through my body.

I lean over the edge of the table. He moves my hair to fall over my shoulder. He kisses my bare shoulder and moves one of his legs between mine. His hand is moving over both of my ass cheeks until he finds what he is looking for. His fingers trace the line that leads to my sweet spot. He no sooner touches it and I almost explode. He moves his finger away before I can. My back arches and that places my head back on his shoulder and I am silently pleading with him to continue.

He places his other leg between mine now and rubs his manhood against me. Oh my God, I think I am going to die. I reach back and grab him because he is going too slowly. I rip his boxers off him and start to guide him into me. I hear Logan laugh but he doesn’t stop me.

“That’s kind of hot babe.” He says and I can hear the smile in his voice.

I lift one of my legs onto the table, for easier access. I get him to where I want him and he moves inside; slow at first and that is ok. This position is foreign to me, I have to get used to it. Once he feels me relax around him, he starts to pick up pace. One of my hands is on the table and the other is on Logan’s leg. My knuckles are turning white from grasping the table so hard. He continues to move at a steady pace and I feel myself climbing, I look up to the ceiling and he starts to move faster. He reaches his arm around to my front for some extra pleasure and that is all it takes. I shatter in his hands. Logan moves a few more times and he is right behind me.

I am utterly spent. I practically sprawl out, naked, on the Moore family dinner table and at that moment, I really couldn’t care less.

“Jesus, Emily!” Logan breathlessly says in my ear.

“That was pretty amazing, Logan. That is definitely something worth repeating.”

Nicki Rae was born in Dayton, Ohio. Today, she resides just outside of Indianapolis with her husband, her nine year old son and her zoo full of animals; two cats (Sam and Shelby), fish, a bearded dragon (Spike) and a tarantula (Bill). The tarantula actually belongs to the guys, Nicki hates him!

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Author: Nicola Haken  

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You met Ryder Richardson in Being Sawyer Knight. Now, this is his story. I’ve done it. I’ve stuck a whopping two fingers up at my parents, I’ve made a name for myself as one of the world’s biggest porn stars and I’ve finally found a family I belong in. Life is amazing. I get paid to do all my favourite things. Fuck. Party. Travel the world. What’s not to love? And then he comes along. Mason George – Back Door Studio’s newest exclusive model and the guy who has the potential to either fuck it all up, or take me on the best ride of my life. ~ Ryder I’m desperate. I’ve got nothing and nobody left. Entering the daunting world of adult entertainment is less of a dream and more of a necessity. Signing as Back Door Studio’s latest model has the ability to either ruin or make me, but I made a vow at my first audition never to let myself regret it. I continue to question myself each day, but no amount of what’s, why’s or what ifs will change where I am or where I’m heading. Am I strong enough to do this? To embrace it? To enjoy it? I have no idea. The only thing I’m certain of, is that if anyone can teach me who I’m supposed to be, it’s Ryder Richardson. ~ Mason “Because the most exciting things in life always happen via the back door” 

 

“Perfect! You’re getting into the spirit faster than I thought you would.” “Why’d you say that?” “I just get the feeling this isn’t your first choice sometimes. The porn I mean.” Mason’s eyebrows furrowed, his eyes narrowing as he contemplated my words. “Maybe it’s not. But I chose this, and as with every other job I’ve ever had I will give it my everything. To say I’m doing this because I’ve no other choice, like I’m being forced into it or only doing it because I’m desperate is disrespectful to both the industry and to me.” “Hey, that’s not what I meant,” I said genuinely, worried I’d offended him. “Oh I know you didn’t. I just wanted to put it out there, that’s all. I don’t know many people, but of those I do I know they’ll judge me for this when they find out. Too many people assume going into this industry means we’re either damaged, desperate or fucking whores who deserve to be seen as nothing more than a walking fuck hole.” “Well fuck ‘em. Anyone who doesn’t see you for who you are isn’t worth knowing. We’re all in it for different reasons, and those reasons are no one else’s goddamn business. It’s just a job. A fucking great job, but still a job nonetheless.” “You really think it’s a great job?” “Sure I do! I love sex, and I get to fuck hot guys for a living. Who wouldn’t love that?” “But it’s different, no? I know I’ve only done one scene, but it’s a whole different ballgame than when you’re intimate with someone.” “I don’t do intimacy, so I wouldn’t know.” “So, you’ve never had a relationship?” “No. Not something I’m looking for.” “You don’t think it’d work? Being in porn?” “It’s got nothing to do with the porn. A few of the guys are in relationships. Gio’s been with his guy almost a year and they’re still going strong. It’s just not something I want, regardless of the career I’ve chosen.” “You must get lonely though. We all do. Don’t you hope to find someone you can just… I don’t know, share things with one day? Be there for you?” “No,” I said curtly, hoping my tone would be enough to stop him probing further. 

 

Author of the New Adult/Contemporary novels Missing Pieces, Saving Amy and the Take My Hand series, and m/m erotic romance Souls of the Knight series.

I live in Rochdale, England with my wonderful family and when I'm not playing with my imaginary friends I can usually be found looking after my four adorable (sometimes!) children (six if you include the dogs, seven if you include the hubby!) or stalking gay porn stars! All in all I'm just an ordinary mum with an addiction to reading about hot book guys, writing about hot book guys, tattoos and Pepsi Max! Oh, and if my kids ever ask... I moonlight as the Pink Power Ranger ;-)

 

 

 

 

 

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Whisper by Heather Hildenbrand

New Adult Paranormal Fantasy

The Cherokee believe when a person dies, their soul is reborn. Life is repeated. An endless cycle of lessons to be learned, love to be found, destiny to be fulfilled. For the past six months, in every flower, every bird, I’ve imagined my parents, relieved of their human forms.

Now, after five months at the Skye View Wellness Center, it was summer. A time for parties and friends, but that’s the last thing I want to do. So when my best friend Erin convinces me to attend a bonfire at Eagle Point, I can’t handle the crowd full of sympathetic stares or drunken class clowns who would use my tragedy as a way into my heart – or my pants. The solitude of the woods offers an escape, until I stumble upon a boy, unconscious and bleeding, his pockets stuffed not with identification but with poetry illustrating the beauty of dying. I’ve seen enough death. I will not leave this boy’s side.

Even after he wakes, when the only thing he can remember are visions of events that haven’t happened yet…  

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“Whisper Grant, is that you?”

A hand closed around my arm.

I knew that voice. Barney Coleman, the richest kid in school and the biggest jackass in town. Erin and I always assumed his personality was overly abrasive to make up for his unfortunate name. I’d make sure to be tough, too, if my name was Barney. Still, he took it above and beyond. I’d heard girls—younger ones, since they were the only ones dumb enough to go out with him—say they were scared of him. There were rumors of him being forceful with a couple of freshman. Nothing official, but that didn’t mean anything. Barney’s dad was a judge. His mom came from old cattle money. Barney was untouchable. Or at least he acted like it.

I turned and found Barney grinning at me. His eyes were glassy with the drinks he’d already downed. He stood surrounded by a group of guys who didn’t look much nicer.

“Take your hand off me,” I said.

Barney blinked, like he hadn’t realized he’d been touching me until now. He dropped his hand as his lips curled into a snarling smile. He threw his head sideways in his signature, hair-tossing move.

“Whisper Grant, I do declare.” His voice held a twang that wasn’t normally so pronounced, a product of being not sober. “It’s been forever since I laid eyes on your pretty face. How are you?”

“Fine.” I turned to go.

“Wait!” Barney’s hand landed on my arm again, holding me in place. “I’ve been thinking about you. I know what happened must be hard.” Barney took a step closer and his voice dropped lower. “I want you to know I’m here for you. You don’t have to be alone.” He added extra emphasis to the word alone. I wanted to gag.

“I mean it,” he went on. He was slurring now. “Matter of fact, you look like you could use a hug right now, sweetie.”

Barney wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pinning my hands against my sides. When I struggled to shake free, he only squeezed tighter. 

“Ugh. Let go. You’re drunk,” I said. The guys behind him laughed. I felt my anger spike. “Barney, I’m warning you. Get off me.”

Barney didn’t budge. “Sweetie, I’m here for you,” he said. The guys laughed harder. I felt Barney’s hands stray lower on my back, and I panicked.

I brought my knee up as hard as I could into Barney’s groin. Instantly, his arms fell limp at his sides, and he doubled over, groaning.

“What the hell?” he yelled.

I didn’t stick around to offer an answer. 

 

About the Author:

Author of Across the Galaxy, Whisper, and the Dirty Blood series. I write, read, and fuss at my kids. Oh, and I do laundry, lots of laundry. I’m pretty good at it, too. Sometimes I even read WHILE doing laundry – and fussing at my kids. I’m a multi-tasker.

For more information on my books, release dates, or just general stalker material, um, I mean FAN material, visit my website. www.heatherhildenbrand.blogspot.com. I love hearing from readers!

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