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Monday, September 29, 2014

Book spotlight ~ Land of Falling Stars by Keta Diablo


After her parents die in a fire, Sophia Whitfield struggles to save her beloved home, Arbor Rose. The Civil War has devastated the South, and another blue coat has come to steal her meager possessions. Before the hated enemy inflicts his destruction, she shoots him... and then discovers the soldier is Gavin, the champion of her childhood.

Gavin's dark secret lurks in Sophia’s future. When she discovers the truth, she's torn between a burning hunger for the man she truly loves and loyalty to Jesse, her betrothed. The despicable acts of war have changed everything Sophia and Gavin once cherished. Yet somewhere deep in their hearts, the mystic Land of Falling Stars still exists.

 
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Thursday, September 25, 2014

Book Spotlight ~ A Message in the Roses by Sandy Semerad


On a snowy day in Atlanta, Carrie Sue Justice revisits the past as a young and passionate newspaper reporter in 1986, covering a shooting death in her community: Her life is a mess. She catches her husband with another woman inside the antebellum home she inherited from her parents.

Then she falls in love with an unavailable man plagued with guilt. The man is none other than the irresistible owner of the Southern Journal where Carrie Sue works. They begin a steamy love affair.

 During this wild time, Carrie Sue must find out why three black teenagers were arrested for killing a white teen. One of the teens was wrongly accused. She’s determined to help prove his innocence regardless of the consequences. 

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Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Book Spotlight ~ Sexed Into Submission by Julie Bailes

***Contains BDSM material. Intended for mature audience*** This isn’t your typical love story. This is a fast pace, set-your-panties-ablaze, erotic read. It is NOT intended for the easily offended. 

Early in life, I learned that trust can’t be given and love doesn’t truly exist. Sure, maybe it exists in fairytales, but this is real life and it’s ugly. Love, lust, anger, and joy, emotions, in general, are for the weak and I don’t do them.

I’m a hell-on-heels heartbreaker who can’t be tamed, or so I thought. This dominating, possessive, and sinfully sexy piece of man storms into my life and his only mission is to break me down like a house of cards caught in the middle of a windstorm. Ryder is shaking my world, flipping it upside down, and stirring my emotions like a hurricane. I’m feeling things I’ve never felt before and doing things I normally don’t do. His touch, his presence, they leave me drunk on sin and thirsty for more.

This man, Ryder, he’s the type of man who once you’ve met, there’s no forgetting him. He’s the antidote that gets me by. We have a fatal attraction, and nothing good can come from it. All good things must come to an end, and it’s only a matter of time before we discover if what we’re sharing is a blessing or curse.

 
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Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Book Spotlight ~ KISMET by Serena Fairfax


When a feisty 21st century girl shakes hands with 400 years of history, what happens next? Jo Farrer runs a fashion shop from her home, a country barn conversion. In London on a buying spree from rag trade wholesalers, she wanders into an ancient churchyard and is mesmerized by an epitaph on a gravestone immortalizing a notorious seventeenth century French highwayman and womanizer, Claude Du Vall.

Pre-occupied by him, her van skids in an unfamiliar residential area, demolishing the original cast iron railings of an upscale, Victorian town house. Dazed and shaken, she’s rescued from the wreckage by charismatic Edmund D. Amery, a tycoon. She recognizes him as the man who hounded Kim, her former fiancé, out of office.

An unlucky gemstone, a masked ball, a fashion shoot, unsavory disclosures, equestrian sketches, a bloodstock auction and the enduring, Casanova legend of the mesmerizing highwayman who, it transpires, is Ed’s ancestor, mingle to play an intriguing role in the clashes between Ed and Jo. The storyline is set against an idyllic English backdrop of hawthorn hedges, bluebell woods, and may blossom. Happily ever after.
 


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STORY EXCERPT



Jo flicked through the brochure and let out a yelp. “The rent. Christ, we’re talking telephone numbers.” The going would be brutal, but hopefully with the right sort of stock and the right sort of mark-up, things would take off and become less of a financial struggle once she was established. She made a few rapid calculations in her head—right now, she could only afford it if—she paused, mentally touching wood—the bank played ball.

“I’ll take it,” she said decisively. “Would you reserve it for me? I’ll ask Uncle’s lawyer to get the legal formalities under way so that I can sign the lease next week.”

The man grinned. “If it’s soon enough for you, it’s soon enough for me.” He fixed a large sticker to the unit’s plate glass window announcing “Under Offer.” Jo beamed, feeling slightly intoxicated, as if she’d quaffed rather too much champagne. She watched him drive away and drifted out into the garden that had been reclaimed out of all recognition from weed-ridden wilderness and the carcasses of rotting tractors. She perched on a stone bench near the sundial, admiring the clipped topiary and koi pond, feeling exhilarated. What a find! Idly, she wondered who owned the hotel and leafed through the brochure’s glossy pages. In small print below some tedious technical jargon was the name Oceanwave BV, a company registered in the Bahamas that meant nothing to her.

Her gaze wandered over the restored beauty of the ancient place and came to rest on the charmingly restored orangery, and her heart flipped. It can’t be! What ghastly coincidence brought Ed here? What common internal antennae made them both home into the same place at the same time? She blinked rapidly, but it was not a trick of the light or her senses. He’d seen her and even from this distance, which he was covering rapidly with long strides, she had the immediate impression of authority in the swing of his body.

He stopped squarely in front of her. “This has become a habit.”

The deep, dark voice made her go weak at the knees. “Yes, we must stop meeting like this. I’ve acquired a new retail outlet,” Jo felt oddly impelled to say, but at the same time kicking herself for having given an explanation he wasn’t entitled to and hadn’t invited. Back in her life for less than two minutes, he’d already become master of the situation and of her.

“Of course, your burgeoning empire…” He broke off as his eyes fell on the brochure and something in his casual glance made her feel tense. “Forget it,” he said crisply. His eyes were suddenly a north Atlantic gray. “You can’t afford it.”

She flashed him a stormy glance. “I was making a statement, not seeking your opinion, and if you don’t like what you hear then that’s the exit.”

His voice was very quiet, but there was no mistaking the tone. “It’s out of your league, sweetie, so take my advice. Quit while you’re still ahead.”

Jo felt the blood drain from her face. Hold it, she told herself, although she knew she wouldn’t. She sprang to her feet—staying seated made her feel at a disadvantage—and faced him, her eyes snapping. “I don’t need your commendation, consent or approval. You enjoy playing to win. I can’t see any reason why I shouldn’t at least try.” She folded her arms across her. “But thanks, guru, for the words of wisdom.” The cool, puncturing speech she’d rehearsed in her mind emerged as something quite different.

“Let me tell you what I really think, Miss high-and-mighty Farrer.” He took her elbow and hustled her to her van. “The difference between you and me is that I win, and you just play at it. ‘

She shook his hand off her, feeling sandbagged. Now she knew exactly how what it felt like when he wasn’t on one’s side, and something in her snapped. “Fuck. I’ve better things to do than listen to your endless sermonizing.”

He took her chin in his fingers. “You’re going to hear what I have to say. Your folksy, frumpish stuff won’t sell here. The hotel clientele sets the bar very high—they demand class, style, exclusivity—not a ruddy cottage industry. And lack of sales doesn’t pay the rent, so that means your little hobby, your precious little project, will end up on the scrap heap. I can stand the heat, but I doubt if you could. Don’t go in over your head.” He paused, and his mouth descended on her, tasting her lips. “And as for the invitation, yes, I accept. When do you want me to come round and fuck?”

Jo wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and struck his hand away angrily, her nails catching his cheek in a long, red scratch. “That’s…” she stopped. She was about to say “malicious slander,” but realized it was pointless telling him that her stock was upmarket and bore no resemblance to the dire picture he’d painted. Instead, she consoled herself with the thought that actions speak louder than words. Just you wait, Ed Amery, just you wait. She felt unexpected glee envelop her like a shawl.

Ed made a disgusted sound in his throat and Jo seized the moment to jump into the van, moving off in a floundering crash of gears.



ADULT EXCERPT



Ed pulled her gently towards him. “Straker cared shit-all about robbing me. I propose to pay him back in his own coin.”

“What do you mean? How?” Even before the words were spoken, she knew what he meant to do.

His mouth covered hers, his lips searching. She was shocked at her own eager response as she yielded to his embrace, the way his caress set her body aflame. “You’ve dreamed of this moment. You’ve dreamed of fucking with Du Vall,” he said quietly, “and you shall.”

Part of her wanted to cut and run. “Hell will freeze over before that happens.”

He hesitated, then said very quietly, “ Not according to your body language,” and moved closer and in that moment she knew she yearned to be imprisoned by his body, to yield to the searing need inside her, to taste his cock.

 “What does it tell you?”

“That you want us to fuck every which way. Bedroom?” He picked her up and started down the hall.

“ Through there. First on the right.”

He kicked the door shut. “Can’t have that pesky Du Vall getting ideas.”

She giggled and he tossed her onto the bed and followed her down, trapping her beneath him, one long, powerful, muscled leg lying over her own, his fingers dipping through her lacy panties into her folds.

“I—”

“Hush, sweetie.” He leaned in and kissed her, his expression dissolving all her stupid defenses.

She shut her eyes and drank him in. He tasted of peppermint and musky male and she savored his tongue in her mouth, in her swelling cunt as he swept off her clothes, stroking a warm palm across her belly and up to her breasts. He jerked up and yanked himself free of his clothes, flinging them to the floor, her body reacting violently to his glorious nakedness, tightening her nipples, flooding her.

Ed traced his tongue over her nipples, and she arched into him with a little moan of pleasure as he squeezed the breasts gently and took them in his mouth.

“We’ve wanted each other like this from the start.”

“What stopped you?” teased Jo.

He straddled her body. “I could take you over my knee for that.”

“You’re welcome.” Her clit throbbed as he pushed a powerful thigh between her legs and sensation rippled through her, almost sending her over the edge. She gazed deep into those warm, gray eyes, the pale cedar carving of his face.

He spread her wide with his thigh, and she pulsed and thrust against him, desperate for him inside her as orgasm built. He loved the carnal sight of her, her flushed face, her swollen breasts, her low moans of pleasure, her slow smile, her wetness and velvet heat, the perfume of her arousal mingled with the orchid that he’d come to associate as her signature, loved the way her eyes drank him in to linger on his balls and dripping, engorged cock. She was all woman, his woman, ready and waiting for him and him alone.

“Suck me.”

“Mmm, there dangles a juicy watermelon, so no invitation needed.” Jo’s eyes glittered as she gripped his thickness, caressed his heated cock with her tongue, milking its essence, licking its silk, sealing it with her mouth, swallowing him down.

Ed threw back his head and hissed, grabbed her ass, pulling her in tighter, loving the feel of her pussy against him, and plunged into her quivering cunt, pulled out and thrust in again, deep and hard.

Jo writhed and yelped beneath him, meeting him thrust for thrust, raw and primal and ecstatic as he seated himself inside her, filled her, branded her with his possession. Two halves a perfect whole.



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Monday, September 22, 2014

Win a $20 gift card on @Eva_Lefoy's DOM OF DESTRUCTION Book Tour #MM #GLBT #Erotic




Welcome to Sensuous Promo’s DOMS OF DESTRUCTION Book Tour.





Finding the right Dom is what it’s all about by Eva Lefoy



Finding the Dom that understands you, that loves you, that cares for you. One able to meet your needs but respect your limits. One comfortable in and proficient in his or her role. But more than that, it has to be a person that clicks with you. That you’re attracted to and you get along with outside of the bedroom. Too many times us humans fall into bed and then try to just as easily fall into a relationship, only to find out that while the sex works between us, the relationship never will.



In Dom of Destruction, Gar and Brian fall into a scene in Kink Club Blues. Brian is sub-curious, impulsive and eager. He gets a taste of what he thinks he wants and then … he only desires more. He goes back to Gar only to find he must negotiate his way to the top of the sub pile, an obstacle he hadn’t even considered. Along the way, he learns more about his intended Dom, Gar, and figures out that in the end, Doms and subs are still just people. They often come with unresolved issues from the past.



Later in the story, Brian and Gar have sex at Brian’s condo and start navigating the murky waters of a fledgling relationship. As always, even if the sex is good, the relationship has to stand on its own. At the end of the story, we see Brian suffer through a bit of depression. When Gar responds the way he does, we as readers know these two men are firmly on the right track.




Dom of Destruction, book III in the Love Hurts series:



When new and impulsive sub, Brian is injured in a bad scene, the incident opens old wounds for his sometimes-Dom, Gar. While doling out revenge, Gar must come to terms with his fear of relationships and learn the shocking truth about his former lover, Angel.



Meanwhile, Paul’s uncontrolled jealousy of Brian comes to light and Geoffrey threatens to cancel their engagement if he won’t get his anger under control. In different ways the aftermath of the sadistic Dom’s destructive force puts these four men on the track to future happiness, but some will suffer more scars than others.

Warning: The MC in this story is baited into a scene of BDSM play and is abused. 



EXCERPT – Gar and Brian negotiate:


Gar reached out to steady him, and got glared at for his efforts. “Look, Brian. I don’t want to argue. I thought we were having a great time…”



“We were. But I remembered why I left the club in the first place. Gar, I don’t want to be Mr. Thursday night to you. If that’s all I am, then go, and I’ll find myself another Dom.”



That did it. Gar crowded into Brian’s space and backed him against the desk. “Don’t you even think about being with anybody else. I’m the one who’s gonna take care of you the way you need. I don’t want you having anything to do with these other bastards. I mean it. I won’t stand to see you hurt again.”



Brian, to his credit, stood his ground and didn’t back down. Not even an inch. If Brian hadn’t spent most of his life as a top, he probably would have acted differently. Gar hated to admit it, but he liked Brian’s spunk. When it wasn’t coming close to literally causing his death.



“Then give us—this—whatever this is between us a chance.”



“I am.”



“I mean exclusively.”



He swallowed the lump stuck in his throat. Damned if he’d tell Brian he hadn’t been able to see a single one of his subs all of last week. He wasn’t ready for that kind of honesty. “Brian…”



“I don’t share well, Gar. Ask Geoffrey if you don’t believe me. If you aren’t willing to have me as your only sub then this is over, now.”



“That’s not fair.” He fisted his hands, the thought of ringing sense into Brian becoming more alluring by the second.



“Too bad.” Brian shoved at Gar’s chest and Gar moved back. Not because he wanted to go, or Brian really had the strength to make him, but because he wouldn’t allow Brian to hurt himself, even accidentally. “According to Geoffrey, the subs make the rules. If you really are a Dom and want to fulfill my needs, then you’ll want to fulfill this one, too.”



He sucked in a long breath. The hell. Is he questioning my Domhood? You’ve got to be kidding. He’s still a newbie sub in diapers. “If I wasn’t such a well-established Dom I wouldn’t have so many

subs under me.”



“If you weren’t so afraid of having a relationship, you wouldn’t need all those subs to dilute your attention.”



The words stabbed straight though Gar’s heart and left a gaping hole as an exit wound. What the hell does he know about my needs? It’s not like I’m afraid, damn it. He started for the door and stopped dead in his tracks as an image of Angel popped into his mind. The picture burned his soul, calling him a liar. You beat a man half to death for hurting him. Get back there, you chicken-shit bastard. He turned around and fought the urge to get down on his knees and beg. “Please, Brian. Promise me you won’t seek another Dom.”



Brian took a couple of relaxed steps forward until he stood toe to toe with him. “I promise I won’t seek another Dom ’til next week.”



He opened his mouth to speak but Brian hushed him by pressing a finger over his lips.



“I will come to the club on Thursday and if you haven’t been with any other sub, then we’re fine. If you have…then it’s time for me to find someone else. That’s my deal.”



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Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.





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Book Spotlight ~ Escape down under by S.M. Phillips

For Jess Townsend, life is about to get complicated.

Following on from her split with Josh two months ago, Jess has thrown herself into her work full throttle, making sure that the one good thing in her life remains the same.

Suddenly she is called into an important meeting at work. Absolutely petrified that she is about to loose her job she does the only thing she knows how. Panic on the inside and walk through it with her head held high on the outside.

Jess soon discovers she is being offered a once in a lifetime opportunity but will she take it? 

After dealing with an ex who can't let go and a broody mysterious Adonis who won't accept no for an answer, maybe the opportunity of an escape has arrived at the perfect time.

What does fate have in store and what obstacles will be thrown her way?

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Saturday, September 13, 2014

McFarland's Farm by Cardeno C.

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McFarland’s Farm

by Cardeno C.

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 Wealthy, attractive Lucas Reika treats life like a party, moving from bar to bar and man to man. Thumbing his nose at his restaurateur father's demand that he earn his keep, Lucas instead seduces a valued employee in the kitchen of their flagship restaurant, earning himself an ultimatum: lose access to his father's money or stay in the middle of nowhere with a man he has secretly lusted over from afar. Quiet, hard-working Jared McFarland loves his farm on the outskirts of Hope, Arizona, but he aches to have someone to come home to at the end of the day. Jared agrees to take in his longtime crush as a favor. But when Lucas invades his heart in addition to his space, Jared has to decide how much of himself he's willing to risk and figure out if he can offer Lucas enough to keep him after his father's punishment is over.
 

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 Cardeno C. - CC to friends - is a hopeless romantic who wants to add a lot of happiness and a few "awwws" into a reader's day. Writing is a nice break from real life as a corporate type and volunteer work with gay rights organizations. Cardeno's stories range from sweet to intense, contemporary to paranormal, long to short, but they always include strong relationships and walks into the happily-ever-after sunset. Cardeno's Home, Family, and Mates series have received awards from Love Romances and More Golden Roses, Rainbow Awards, the Goodreads M/Romance Group, and various reviewers. But even more special to CC are heartfelt reactions from readers, like, "You bring joy and love and make it part of the every day." Website: http://www.cardenoc.com/index.php#.U-Js0Tg-671 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/CardenoC?fref=ts Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/CardenoC/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/CardenoC Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/cardenoC/ Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4620386.Cardeno_C_  

 
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Sunday, August 31, 2014

Book Spotlight ~ Natasha by Dahlia Donovan



Undercover Interpol agent Natasha Itsov is the ice queen of the European shifter world. Her reputation for loving and leaving without a second thought is well known. Until she met Darren Martel, another fox shifter. She broke both of their hearts when she ran from the bond forming between them.

It’s been years since they’ve crossed paths with each other. 

 The threat of the Auctioneer looming over Ivy brings the two shifters together for one last mission. Old wounds are reopened, while they struggle to ignore the bond formed all those years ago. Neither wants to risk another catastrophic broken heart, yet neither wants to walk away from the chance of happily ever after. 

 Is it ever too late for love?



Natasha is the second book of the Blackbird series by Dahlia Donovan. Book one, Ivy, is currently for sale on Amazon, Nook & Smashwords.

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Wednesday, August 27, 2014

NEW RELEASE: Book Spotlight ~ Rescued by Her Alien Warriors


This title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, September 3rd.
 
A warship is no place for a human mother and her child. However, Drakan Commander Alzaar and his second-in-command, Bentaan, have no choice but to bring Sapphyre and Jayde on board. Not least, because their instincts scream at them that she is the one woman who can turn them into a family again.     

Sapphyre just wants to keep her daughter safe. How on earth does she do that surrounded by droolworthy Aliens, when her libido keeps leading her astray? It is abundantly clear that Alzaar doesn't want her on board the ship. At least Bentaan does and the sex is out of this world. If only her heart wasn't involved, and she didn't want both of them.

When the Tamarillion is attacked, Sapphyre has to fight for her men and the ship she now calls home. Without her all would be lost, and Alzaar finally shows his emotions.

However, when regulations and their pasts collide, can they rescue each other?

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ADULT EXCERPT


He grasped her chin with enough force to leave bruises and the harsh kiss that followed was more of a punishment than a token of affection, but Sapphyre leapt up the passion behind it. She kissed him back with all of the emotion she was capable of and Bentaan ground his cock into her belly, and then pulled away with another curse.

Instantly Alzaar filled her vision, and everything inside her just bowed in submission at the intense heat in his gaze. He ran his hands up her neck and tilted it until his mark was exposed and his fangs ran out with an audible click. Sapphyre had a second’s warning before he bit down and sucked hard, while kicking her legs apart with his foot. Sapphyre screamed as white hot arousal surged through her veins, and another pair of hands settled on her breasts. With an audible rip the fabric of her dress tore until she stood naked. With Alzaar’s incisors lodged in her neck and, and his hands now pinning her arms high above her head, she had nowhere to go.

Bentaan grasped her hips and before she could fully comprehend his intention he lifted her up until she was impaled on Alzaar’s dick.

As wet as she was the move hurt, as her body struggled to open up to him. Alzaar swore and released her wrists as he grabbed her ass cheeks and lifted her off his cock a little to give her room to adjust. She grasped hold of his broad shoulders to steady herself, and then heat flared up in her butt, as Bentaan delivered a series of hard openhanded swats to her ass.

“Fuck, yes.” Alzaar staggered a little as the swats impaled her further on his cock, and his biceps tightened as his fingers dug into her outer thighs to keep her up.

“Does. This. Convince. You. That. We. Want. You?” Bentaan’s hot breath settled between her shoulder blades as he wrapped his free hand in her hair, and yanked her head back to make her look at him. His amber eyes glowed and fangs fully extended he punctuated every growled word with another stinging swat to her ass. Heat traveled up from her sore butt, and her internal walls clenched around Alzaar’s cock lodged deep inside her core. Her clit rubbed against his shaft with every move sent spirals of need through her body, and she tightened her thighs around his hips and rocked against him.

“Fuck, Taan, hurry up, this is killing me. She’s so damn close.”

A sharp bite to her lower back hurt and brought her arousal down a notch and Bentaan yanked her hair hard one last time before releasing it. Her scalp stung with the force and then his hot mouth soothed the sting of his earlier bite away, and she shut her eyes against the sensation of his tongue licking a path across her butt. Cool air hit her crack when he pulled her ass cheeks apart and then licked up and down her cleft and her little puckered hole. He tunneled his tongue inside that dark place, and Alzaar held her still, while Bentaan prepared her for what she knew was coming.

She let her head fall onto Alzaar’s shoulder and ran her hands up his head until she could hold onto his horns. Instantly he grew bigger still inside and the pulsing off his dick almost made her come on the spot.
Author Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

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