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Ninth Day of Sexy- White Mountain Christmas by Sara Anderson of @EvernightPub #Paranormal #EroticRomance

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And on the 9th Day of Sexy we bring you Sara Anderson and her newest release in the Wild Mountain Shifters series…and it’s a holiday tale, too. Congratulations to Sara!

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In Christmas story, White Mountain Christmas, Blair is making goodies for a Christmas party. The theme is the 12 days of Christmas and she chose 9 Ladies Dancing.
She made her basic sugar cookies recipe…
1 c. butter, softened
1½ c. sugar
2 large eggs
1 tsp. vanilla extract
3 c. all-purpose flour
½ tsp. baking powder
½ tsp. salt

Then she used a cookie cutter for a lady dancing, like this one…

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From: Easy Dress Cookie Cutter

She cut out various ladies dancing and baked them.

Directions:
Preheat oven to 350°F. Remove1 piece of dough from refrigerator. On lightly floured surface, with floured rolling pin, roll dough until slightly less than 1/4 inch thick. With floured 3-inch to 4-inch cookie cutters, cut dough into as many cookies as possible; reserve trimmings. Place cookies, 1 inch apart, on two ungreased large cookie sheets.
Bake until edges are golden, 12 to 15 minutes, rotating cookie sheets between upper and lower oven racks halfway through. Transfer cookies to wire rack to cool.

After they were cool, she frosted them to look like Christmas dresses.

Here is a tutorial on frosting sugar cookies: Frosting Tutorial  

And enjoy! 

White Mountain Christmas Teaser

Cole turned and looked at Blair, and once again, it struck him how much he loved this woman. She had a baby in each arm and swayed as she sang along with “Baby, It’s Cold Outside”.

Aiden and Alex’s eyes were drifting closed, and it wouldn’t be long before they both drifted off to sleep. Cole came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her to sway with the music. Her head fell back against his chest as they moved slowly in a dance around the living room. This was what Cole always felt was a perfect evening. Holding his mate and his cubs together as they danced around the living room. They didn’t need to talk to feel the connection to one another, just sway to the old Christmas song. Once Aiden and Alex were as limp as overcooked noodles, Cole guided Blair to the nursery and he helped to lay them down. They snuggled them down into their crib, making sure the boys cuddled. The twin bond was strong between them, and they slept better when they touched.

Pulling the door closed ‘til only a crack was open for a bit of light, Cole then led Blair to their bedroom next to the nursery. She loved the view of his ass in those tight jeans of his. Cole was the definition of sexy to her.

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Blair’s body began to heat up as Cole gripped the bottom of her little black sweater and pulled it up and over her head. “Baby, I told you that outfit was so sexy on you, but I think it looks so much better on the floor.”

Blair felt the rush of cold air as her sweater hit the floor. She grinned up at him.“You look just as good with your clothes joining mine.”

Cole’s heated gaze moved slowly up and down her body that was only in a bra and panties, and then he glanced at her clothing on the floor. “That is a nice, but I have to say, I like the view of it on the floor better.”

Blair shook her head as Cole picked her up and carried her to the floor in front of the fire. “Give me just a second,” he said as he stood her on her feet. He grabbed a soft blanket and laid it in front of the fireplace, then pulled Blair over. “Lie down.”

Blair dropped down onto the blanket and let Cole guide her to her back. Cole quickly undid his belt, slid his jeans down his legs, and kicked them off. His shirt soon followed, and he dropped to his knees.

Blair only had a moment to wonder what he would do.

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Eighth Day of Sexy-The Perfect Christmas-by Gayle Cranfield of @EvernightPub @gaylecranfield #erotica #romance

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The 12 days of Christmas Day that I have chosen is 8 maids are Milking and I have chosen a milk recipe that I love–

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Thank you to Cheri Loughlin of www.intoxicologist.net for the beautiful picture.

A White Russian! 

  1. 2 ounces (4 tablespoons) vodka
  2. 1 1/2 ounces (3 tablespoons) coffee liqueur (such as Kahlua or tia maria)
  3. 1 1/2 ounces (3 tablespoons) half-and-half or 1 ounce (2 tablespoons) milk plus 1/2 ounce (1 tablespoon) heavy cream

Fill a short — or rocks — glass with ice. Add vodka and coffee liqueur. Finish with the cream. For the layered effect, pour the cream in a very slow drizzle off the back of a spoon held over — but not touching — the surface of the drink. To swirl it prettily, insert a stirrer along the inner wall of the glass only as a deep as the cream and move it around in a slow circle.

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Gabrielle Sullivan is in a panic to finish her shopping on Christmas Eve when she literally bumps into an old friend, Justin Law, from university. After being knocked to the floor Justin offers to buy her a coffee and both admit they had a strong attraction to each other, but both were too naive to admit it at the time. After their ten year separation will Gabrielle and Justin discover The Perfect Christmas?

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Gayle Cranfield Bio:

Gayle Cranfield was born in East London, England and found her forever after, Mark at the age of 14.

Now, 32 years later, they have two children and after a move in 2016 they now live in West Cork on The Wild Atlantic Way in Ireland. They have one child at University in Wales working on a Masters degree in Psychology and another at the London College of Fashion studying Make up, Hair and Prosthetics for Performance (Training to become a sci-fi makeup artist for film and TV basically).

Gayle was an Account Manager for a manufacturing company until 6 years ago when, after a weird shamanic experience in Brazil, she changed her life path. Whilst on a road trip around California in 2013, she read some disastrous books and when she returned home decided to write one of her own. Having never creatively written a word since school, she picked up her iPad and hesitantly started to write in secret thinking she’d write a short story. Before she knew it, she had 20 chapters and 97000 words!

“It is great to see your work come alive,” Gayle says. “Although you have had various Beta readers telling you it is a great story and a real page turner until a publishing company says ‘Yes we want your work’ you only think your friends are being nice and trying not to hurt your feelings. Seeing the front cover being emailed to me for approval was when the reality hit me that this was actually happening and people other than my friends were going to read it.”

Gayle writes suspense and paranormal novels with a very dark twist, aimed at 18+ age group. After a short break from writing due to her move in 2016, she is now writing full time and has four novels published and one short story to be released on 14th December 2016. She has another short story that has been submitted to her publisher and is hoping it will be released early 2017, with a full novel being submitted in the new year with another April 2017.
 

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Fourth Day of Sexy-Cover Me-Kacey Hammell-@KaceyHammell @EvernightPub #erotica #romance #NewRelease

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Thank you, Jules, for having me on your blog and my post of “Four Calling Birds”. In Cover me, there are four intricate characters – Beau and Cynthia, who at the beginning of the story are getting married. Then there are the main characters, Jay and Leanne. Beau is Leanne’s son and their connection is a bond of mother/son that is unbreakable. Beau’s loyalty lies with his mother but he supports his BFF, Jay, in the possibility that Jay and Leanne can have that forever type of love.

**Jules here–I stayed up until 3am reading this story. I couldn’t stop! Jay might be my new book boyfriend, so dang sweet and just plain yummy. Highly suggest getting it for yourself. 

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Jay has longed for Leanne for a long time. He’s adored her from afar and never believed he’d ever have a chance with her. But he’s willing to do whatever it takes to prove to her that they will make an amazing team and their age difference doesn’t matter.

Keeping with the “four calling” theme, I thought I’d share four of my favorite moments from Cover Me – moments from the story.

One … this made me (and my editor) chuckle…

“You shouldn’t doubt how stunning you are, Leanne.”

Her heart leapt with pleasure, but her head proclaimed her an idiot. He was just

placating her. “You’re so sweet, but also full of baloney.”

Two … Leanne has no idea how to handle any of this confusion…

Suddenly, Jay latched onto the front lapels of her robe and dragged her across the mere space separating them. Shocked, her eyes widened even further when he hauled her in against his thigh, holding her tight against his chest with a strong hand at her back. “There’s only one woman for me,” he murmured, and lowered his head.

He wasn’t going to…

He did.

His mouth plundered hers, his tongue driving deep. He tasted like melted chocolate drizzled on top of chocolate ice cream. But there were hints of stale coffee and mint underlying the sweetness.

What was happening? What chaos had shifted her world on its axis? Was she really being devoured by Jay Savage, model and sex god? Could he be as savage as his last name?

He lifted his hand to her jaw, keeping her in place as he slid his lips along hers. Slow, easy, wet, and hungry. Nothing was ever this good.

The thudding in her chest almost hurt with its ferocity.

How would she survive if he ever stopped kissing her?

Jay groaned low as he tasted her. The sound vibrated in her own ears. Leanne drew in a deep breath as he skimmed his fingers along her chest to the top of her towel while holding the back of her head with his other hand.

Air barely moved through her lungs his hold on her was tight, pressing her snug against his side. She held fast to his left bicep, hoping he’d keep her from being spun away in the craziness of the moment.

Never in her wildest dreams did she think she’d be here, up against him like this, breathing him in and enjoying his mouth on hers. If someone had told her she’d be here today, her body aflame and being the feast at this man’s dinner, she would have called them bat-shit-crazy. But damn. Her body was on fire. Chemistry and vigor she hadn’t known in over a year— longer if she admitted to herself that things had been dead for years in the bedroom with her ex—had come to life. She wanted to pounce on the man beside her.

Jay lifted his head. His molten eyes stared down at her, wanting her. The need there called to her, surrounded her. Her pulse raced and her lungs burned from breathing so hard.

Her eyes widened. What the hell was she doing?

She was going to hell for sure. In a lip-lock with a guy twenty years younger than her! She ought to be ashamed.

Speak for yourself. I’m enjoying myself.

Three… Leanne is still trying to make sense of it all …

Leanne moved around him, only to stop as her shoulder brushed his. “Damn it, I’m so confused.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “What the hell is this?”

Her whisper reached his ears, as well as the realization dawned that she was torn up over earlier.

“I’m sorry if I’ve gone too far, Leanne, but I’ve wanted you for years. As soon as I realized what desire and attraction were, you’ve been the woman I wanted.”

She bowed her head, shaking it, and covered her mouth with one palm.

“I know you don’t believe me, but it’s the truth. I’m not even sure mere words can express how important you are to me.”

“No. You’ve lost your mind. It’s ridiculous. I’m so much older than you are.” She moved to the side of the bed, her face stricken and her arms crossed in front of her as if protecting herself from him. “The wedding and all … we’re just caught up right now because we’re here alone. You’re my son’s best friend, for God’s sake. Jay, it’s okay. We’ll chalk this up to crazy loneliness.”

Her attempt at a smile did little to appease him. There was no way he’d let her diminish his feelings.

“What I’m telling you has nothing to do with timing or loneliness or your son. Only us. And over a decade of feelings on my part for me to wade through.” She drew in a deep breath and opened her mouth. “Hear me out, okay?” he interrupted. “And be honest with yourself. There’s nothing stopping us to see what might be. We’re adults who are attracted to each other. There’s something between us, Leanne. I’ve wanted you for years. I don’t think I’m wrong to believe there have been mutual feelings on your part the last few times we’ve seen one another. Please be honest with yourself and don’t trivialize our relationship by telling me otherwise.”

Their gazes locked—in combat, he supposed, neither willing to back down from the tension circling the room.

“Oh, Jay,” she whispered, then turned to peer out the small opening between the curtains of the balcony door.

He wouldn’t give up on what they could have together.

Jay moved in behind her, he inhaled her sweet-scented mix of vanilla and strawberry. His mind raced imagining her spreading soap or lotion all over herself. He swallowed hard, shoving the thoughts away. “You’re the most amazing woman in the world in my opinion. I want to show you every bit of beauty I see. I wish you saw yourself as I do.”

He lifted his hands, cupping her shoulders and massaging the stiffness there. She sighed and lowered her head, as if enjoying the attention.

“It would be so easy to fall in to your arms and forget everything else. But Jay…” Her voice was soft and low, but he heard the indecisiveness and the deep-rooted hunger underlying her words. “I don’t live life by throwing caution to the wind. And you could have any woman in the world. I’m just an old house wife who—”

He pulled her back in tight against his chest, not wanting to listen to her denials. Jay pressed his lips to her neck, kissing his way over her skin. She gasped, then relaxed in his arms, her breathing quick and rough.

“I don’t want to be with anyone else,” he whispered against her ear. “No one else exists right now. You and me. Here and now. Hungry for each other, desperate to be together. I feel the tension in your body.” He raked his teeth along her neckline, doing a mental high-five as her hands balled into fists against her belly. “Damn it, I sense your need, too. But I won’t push you. But if you tell me to go…” He wrapped his hands around hers. “I will. But don’t think I’ll give up. I’ll keep coming back hour after hour, day after day, to show you how much I want you.”

Four … a happily ever after doesn’t come without some heartbreak …

“Name five things we don’t have in common then.”

Leanne opened her mouth for what should have been a rapid reply, but nothing came out. Everything from similar music and food tastes, to favorite movies and books they both loved, came to mind. She scrambled to think.

“That’s right. You can’t, can you? We enjoy many of the same things.”

“Okay, okay. I get that but you know the age gap between us is too insurmountable. You’re fooling yourself if you don’t see that.” She folded her hands together and tried to keep from shaking. All she had wanted was to enjoy tonight.

Best laid plans, etcetera … She should have known better.

“Age is nothing but a number, Leanne. Jesus, we’ve had more fulfilling conversations this week than I’ve had in a year with over half the people I put up with every day of my life. Our banter becomes fun times of laughter and fun. The way you care for people, the charitable interests we both hold dear to our hearts … Hell, we’re like two peas in a pod, as fucking ridiculous as that sounds coming from my mouth. Not to mention how explosive we are in bed. So satisfying and fulfilling. We’re very much alike. How can you not see that?”

Heart breaking, she straightened her shoulders while trying to stay calm. The last thing she wanted was hurt him. “I agree, we share some commonalities, but we can’t have a relationship like other people.”

“Why the hell not? You’re the only one who sees our age as a problem. I’m surprised how cynical you still are after everything we’ve shared.”

His words were razors cutting deep in her soul. But she wasn’t wrong. “Really? It’s all me? Well, guess what, it’s not. Two women were in the bathroom while I was in there, oblivious that I was in a stall, and they’d seen us this morning. They laughed about you being with me. An old crone and the dumb hot model who isn’t too smart. I believe those were their words. But it’s not just me. You have your head in the clouds. People notice, and they don’t like it.”

Turning away, Jay shoved his hands through his hair in obvious frustration.

“I’m sorry, Jay. I really am. You can’t imagine how much I’ve enjoyed our time together, but you have a career that is still soaring, and I can’t give you more than this.”

He stood at the end of the bed, hands fisted at his sides, and gazed at her. Sadness and chaos darkened his irises. It was a look she had never wanted to see on his gorgeous face. Jay’s bleak despair and hurt burned into her memory forever.

“I’ve loved you for years. I’m not ashamed to admit it. Hell, I’ve worn my heart on my sleeve for years. I want to fight for you, I do. I want to stand here until you see reason, but I want you to be happy, too.”

Tears filled her eyes as her heart splintered into a million pieces.

“But I won’t push you to do anything you’ll regret, or resent me for someday. I hope you’ll see how wrong you are, and that it will be sooner rather than later. But I won’t force you to stay with me if you don’t want to.”

“Jay, I’m sorry,” she whispered, holding the blanket tight against her chest as if to ward off his words and the pain rolling off him.

“Me, too. You’re beautiful inside and out, Leanne. The most stunning and intellectual woman I’ll ever have in my life. Walking out of this room right now will cut me to the bone.

I had so much fun writing Cover Me. The older woman/younger man angle is so tempting to just continue writing with every story! LOL It’s fun to push a usually reserved older woman further than she ever imagined, or believed proper, possible. And to have a younger man to protect, worship and seduce her … nothing better.

And I do speak from experience there, considering I’m nearly seven years older than my hubby!! *g*

I wish you, Jules, and everyone a very happy holiday.

Be safe, be warm, enjoy all the fun and laughter.

Kacey

Cover Me

By Kacey Hammell

Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, May/December
W.C. 34,000
Heat Level: 3
ISBN # 978-1-77339-106-9
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Release Date: December 13, 2016

cover-me-finalWanting her son’s best friend shouldn’t feel so right …

Jay Savage is one of the most sought after models in the business who seems to have it all. He’s the face of romance novel covers from coast to coast, and has expanded his brand to an executive role. Despite the endless possibilities in his life, Jay doesn’t have the one woman he wants most. She is everything he needs, and everything he can’t have. Their age difference isn’t the only obstacle standing in the way of convincing her they were made for one another. Leanne is also his best friend’s mom.

On Nita Lake to celebrate the marriage of her son, Leanne Hogan is faced with the most delicious temptation she’s ever encountered. Their smoldering heat burns down her defenses, and Leanne finds herself giving in to the only man who tempts her banked desires. They shouldn’t work. Can’t work. So why does it feel so right when she’s in his arms?

Be Warned: spanking, public exhibition

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About Kacey:

Avid Reader. Romance Author. Redhead…

Canadian-born author Kacey Hammell is definitely a book-a-holic. A romance reader from a young age, she fell in love with happily ever afters. These days, as a multi- published erotic romance author, she enjoys adding a lot of heat, sass, and emotion to the many genres she writes.

Mom of three, Kacey lives her own happily ever after with her perfect hero in Ontario, Canada.

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Second Day of Sexy-Christmas With His Best Friend- Doris O’Connor- @Evernightpub @MamaD8 #holidaystory #

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The Second Day of Sexy brings us Doris O’Connor and her spicy holiday romance release. Welcome to Doris and her two turtle doves, Emma and Josh, who are meant to be together. 

Thank you so much for having me on your blog today with my new release of Christmas with his Best Friend.

 

This was one of those stories that practically wrote itself, once I started writing. I love the friends to lovers trope, myself, and I knew I would have to expand on the flash I wrote on my blog. This one to be precise.

 

Just imagine walking in on your best friend pleasuring himself to a picture of you? What would you do?

 

Emma has a whole set of conflicting emotions to deal with when this happens to her. Not least because she has been secretively fantasizing about her best friend too.

 

Dare they take that leap into the unknown?

 

You’ll have to read the book to find out.

 

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They’ve been friends for twenty years until … this Christmas.

How do you tell a sweet, naïve, and clearly vanilla girl that you like to tie women up and torture them for mutual enjoyment in your spare time? Josh Mackenzie has no idea, but when his best friend Emma walks in on him pleasuring himself, everything changes.

 

For Emma, coming face to face with her secret longings is mind-blowing. It’s one thing to fantasize about your best friend, but dare she take that leap into the unknown? Will it not ruin their friendship, and is—what would undoubtedly be awesome—sex worth risking that?

 

While Josh shares her fears, she is all he’s ever wanted in a woman, and he’s determined to show her that they can have it all. This woman is his to mark, cherish, and love forever, and he’ll prove it to her, one spank at a time.

Be Warned: BDSM, spanking

Christmas with his Best Friend released December 7th and is available from 

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Ready for a hawt excerpt?

Now that the moment was here Josh was lost for words. With his sweet little Em in his arms, her hazel eyes looking up him with so much trust … fuck it. What was he doing here? Instead of answering her, he pulled away, slid his hands in her hair and tucked at the pins holding it up. The dark blonde mass of silky curls fell in soft waves around her face, and he twirled one strand around his index finger.

“Josh? What are we doing here?” Her whispered question shot straight to his cock, and not trusting his voice to fucking work, he decided to show her instead. A soft gasp escaped her when he picked her up, set her on the kitchen counter, and pulling her legs apart stepped right between them. The action made her pencil skirt ride up, exposing the top of her stockings, and Josh groaned under his breath. He let his digits linger, half expecting her to slap them away, but when she opened her legs wider, he tore his gaze away from her pale flesh to check out her expression. Head down, she seemed mesmerized by the sight of his tanned hands against her skin, and the sweet scent of aroused woman filled his nostrils when he ran his hands slowly up her inner thighs. He could almost feel the heat of her cunt before her whisper stopped him.

“Josh?”

Leaving one of his hands where it was, he tipped her chin up with his index finger, satisfied beyond relief to see the same need he felt reflected back at him in her eyes. The hazel orbs had darkened to almost black, and when she licked her lips in a nervous gesture, his gaze followed the movements of her little pink tongue. Visions of her on her knees, with that sweet mouth wrapped around his dick, as he shot his jizz down her slender throat, made his cock jerk against the zipper of his jeans. He growled low in his throat at the thought of marking her thus, and her expressive eyes widened. Her breathing sped up even more, making her tits strain against the sensible blouse she wore for work. With the two top buttons undone, the third was threatening to give way under the rapid movement, giving him tantalizing glimpses of the soft swell of her breasts. Josh couldn’t help it. His self-control and good intentions went out of the window at her untutored responses to him, and he trailed his finger lower down the soft skin of her neck, over her collarbone and lower still, until he reached that tiny ivory button.

“I want you, little one.”

His voice dropped to the one he used in a scene without any conscious effort on his part, and when he flicked that button open, Emma’s sweet moan of surrender was music to his ears. Watching her closely for her reaction, he flicked the next button and so forth, until the sides of her blouse fell open, exposing her amazing rack. The lacy, mauve bra left little to the imagination. Josh continued his one fingered exploration, and they both groaned when he circled her nipples. Clearly visible through the lace, the little pink nubs hardened under his gentle ministrations, and Em’s breathing kicked up another notch.

“Please, I…”

Josh trailed his finger lower, over the soft swell of her abdomen, which caused her to suck in her belly, and he smiled at her action.

“Have I ever told you how much I love your curves, little one?”

Her surprised jerk and strangled half laugh told him he hadn’t, and Josh inwardly kicked himself.

“Since when? You have seen your girlfriends, right?”

There was a wealth of bitterness in those few words compounded by her hasty grab for her blouse. She pulled the ends closed and wrapped her arms around herself in a defensive move that tore at his heartstrings. The Dom in him wanted to order her to strip, to take her over his knee and paddle that luscious ass of hers for disrespecting her body shape like that, and making assumptions about him to boot, but he hadn’t earned that right yet.

So, instead of acting on that impulse, which pushed adrenaline through his veins, he did the next best thing. Stepped away, crossed his own arms over his chest and gave her his best don’t-talk-such-crap-subbie stare.

It didn’t take long before she caved in. Uncertainty crossed her features, followed by confusion, and when she dropped her gaze to his chest, he finally spoke.

“Let’s get one thing straight here, my sweet little Em, I do, indeed love your curves. In fact seeing you waltz out of here in those damn tight pencil skirts you wear for work has me so fucking hard I have to jerk off the minute you leave.”

Clearly startled by that revelation, Emma jerked her head up, opened her mouth to say something, but one look at his expression seemed to change her mind. The Dom in him almost roared when she dropped her gaze—to his chin this time—and kept it there. His girl was a natural, responding to him without even realizing what she was doing, and wasn’t that the biggest turn-on yet.

“Next, I don’t do girlfriends.” That brought her head up again, albeit briefly, and he smiled at her sharp intake of breath, and the confusion written all over her face. “I haven’t done for a long time, ever since I realized I was in love with my best friend.”

About Doris

Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Time Travel, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.

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Found In Flames by @RoseWulf @EvernightPub #NightShadowsSeries #Paranormal

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by Rose Wulf
Hello everyone! I’m author Rose Wulf and I’m here today to tell you all about my latest release, Found in Flames! Found in Flames is Book 1.5 in my Night Shadows series, which is set in a world full of vampires, werewolves, witches, and humans called Slayers. This installment focuses on the powerful, sexy Luka Craige – Alpha werewolf with a mission – and unassuming, overworked Joella Harp – a human caught in the crossfire.
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All his life Luka Craige has been haunted by the witch that killed his family. Finally, having chased him across the country to the edge of vampire territory, Luka has his chance at vengeance. But not before his Beta is killed and Luka finds himself protecting a woman he doesn’t know. A woman who arouses him like never before. Could he possibly exact his revenge and find his mate?
A burning body was the last thing Joella Harp expected to find when she rounded the corner. Let alone a body with a man standing over it. After that her droll life becomes a whirlwind of werewolves, wild sex, and deadly fire. The witch wants her dead, she can barely think past her mouthwatering rescuer, and in no time she realizes this adventure could be more than a fantastical memory…. If she’s brave enough.

Excerpt:
The body over his shoulder tensed in split-second warning and Luka cringed even as another high-pitched shriek tore through the air. If my ears ever stop ringing I’ll be damn lucky. And judging from the expressions of the frozen, wide-eyed, wincing wolves around him, Luka imagined he wasn’t the only one who felt that way. But he knew damned well he was the only one who’d do anything about it, so he kicked aside a rock and deliberately dropped the woman on her ass.
Her scent rushed past his nose as she fell and he was reminded forcefully of the wave of desire he’d first felt when he’d tackled her full-figured, curvy body to the ground in that alley. For an illogical moment he’d wanted nothing more than to taste her. Fortunately, as before, he was quickly pulled back to his senses.
“Ow!” the woman exclaimed, her scream ending abruptly as she crashed onto the dirt. The jolt of the impact only threw her off for a moment, however, as she immediately scrambled to her feet and threw a pointer finger into his face. Or, rather, as ‘in his face’ as she could from her 5’8” height. It was kind of cute the way she had to crane her neck just to maintain eye contact when she got close. “Just who do you think you are, pal?” she said, jabbing his collar with her finger. “You can’t run around kidnapping people!”
He had a fleeting second to consider that, under vastly different circumstances, he might have been highly entertained by the scene she presented. But he was in no mood for humor or long, loud, unfounded lectures. Fortunately, their audience wasn’t afraid to make itself known, either.
Distinct throat-clearing from Chad seemed to break through her rage because her eyes widened and she cut a glance to the side. Luka watched as she quickly realized they weren’t alone, noting the rush of blood to her cheeks and the way her shoulders tightened as her scent changed from surprise to embarrassment to fear. She turned in a complete circle, taking in the gathering strangers, and when she was done she’d taken a partial step closer, as if she suddenly trusted him.
“Where are we?” she whispered out the side of her mouth.
“Safe,” Luka replied shortly. If he’d intended to say anything else, though, he supposed he ought to have known better.
The woman whose name he didn’t yet know spun back to him, her brown eyes wide again. “Safe? Are you serious? I’ve been kidnapped! How am I supposed to feel safe?”
“Maybe you shouldn’t,” Vanna offered bitingly as she and Morgan stepped down from a crevice of rocks, lightweight dresses hanging off their shoulders. They came to a stop several feet away, on the other side of Chad, and kept their glares on the human as if they were sending her psychic insults. Which, Luka figured, they undoubtedly would if they could.
But Luka really wasn’t in the mood for their crap, so he cut in with a glare at the wolf who should’ve known better. “Vanna.” He waited until she’d looked away, head bowed and silent, before returning his attention to the human woman. “You can leave whenever you want,” he said bluntly. “But out there,” he added, jerking his head over his shoulders to indicate the city lights she probably couldn’t see, “the witch can get you. And he will come.”
The woman’s mouth opened, her scent telling him she was fully prepared to argue with his statement, and he knew the exact moment her brain processed his words. A couple of heartbeats later her mouth snapped shut and she swallowed heavily.
“Al—” Chad began, cutting himself off and clearing his throat as he obviously thought better of his wording. “What about Justin?” he asked instead. “Do you want me to go find him?”
Schooling his expression into the closest thing he could manage to minor frustration, Luka replied, “No.”
“But—”
“No,” he repeated, lifting a stare to the younger wolf for emphasis.
“I’m sorry,” the woman finally mumbled as Chad’s head lowered in submission. “Did you say ‘witch’?”

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About Rose:
Rose Wulf is a giant romance fangirl. Hot, protective, sometimes even downright barbaric heroes and spitfire heroines are her favorites. Rose has been writing for as long as she can remember, and over the years she’s only grown fonder of it. The bonds between characters have always captivated her, and as an author those are Rose’s favorite things to play with – not always to the relief of her fictional babies!
Behind the scenes Rose is a quiet personality. She enjoys spending her non-writing time with her four year-old German Shepherd, Shadow, her mom, and her friends. Be it a fun game of Cards Against Humanity or a relaxing movie night, Rose believes everything is better with company. As for her own romance, she’s still searching for her hero (and hoping that, when she does find him, he’ll be willing to cook!).

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Taking Passion by Storm by @RavennaTate @EvernightPub #WeathermenSeries

TAKING PASSION BY STORM –
The Weathermen 6
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When Nadine Jarvis’s father disappears in a tornado on the surface during his Storm Trooper duties, life-long friend Addison Carlyle puts together a search team. Nadine convinces him to let her come along, where she embarks on a journey that changes her life forever.

Addison is part of a group of friends financing the efforts to put a stop to The Madeline Project. The program now has a mind of its own, thanks to a virus called Tommy Twister. These men have power, resources, and money, but they’re as ruthless and possessive as the storms ravaging Earth.

They call themselves the Weathermen…

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Addison brushed his hands down her back to her ass, grasping her cheeks. The gesture sent a gush of wetness to her pussy, and her clothes suddenly felt too tight. He released her mouth and planted soft kisses along her jaw line.

“You have on too many things,” he said softly.

“Should I have come here naked instead?”

“Yes.” His mouth brushed her nipple through the fabric of her tank top. “Next time, wear nothing.”

“What if your staff sees me?”

He kissed both nipples, and she gasped as they began to tingle, sending tiny electric jolts straight to her clit. “Doesn’t matter. Better yet, next time be in here already with me. You don’t need your own room, do you?” He grasped her breasts through the top and kneaded them, his expression full of hope.

“No.” She could barely think let alone speak. “No, I really don’t need my own room.”

“Good.” Addison lifted her tank top over her head and tossed it onto the floor. She hadn’t worn a bra on purpose, and was now glad she’d made that decision. “Because I don’t want you to leave my side. I may have to take you to work with me.”

“What about my job?”

He frowned. “Too many questions and not enough kissing.”

She clung to him again as he captured her mouth once more, shoving his tongue into it. In a move that felt bold, she moved her hands to his torso and rolled up the hem of his shirt. She was rewarded with a low, sexy groan as he released the kiss so she could remove the garment.

“Now my jeans,” he said.

She undid his jeans and slid them down, giggling when she realized he wasn’t wearing underwear. He was also barefoot, so that only left her shorts because she hadn’t worn panties or shoes, either. “Would you like me to take these off, or do you want to?”

His grin sent fresh wetness to her pussy. Before she could react, he lifted her off the floor and deposited her on top of the comforter. Then he dived between her legs and raked her pussy lips and inner thighs with his teeth, until Nadine was sure she’d go out of her mind. It took him way too long to remove the panties using only his teeth. By the time they were off, she was soaked and so ready for him it was ridiculous.

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#BlogTour Playboy Assistant by @RoeValentine @EvernightPub #Contemporary #Romance

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This is my stop during the book blitz for Playboy Assistant by Roe Valentine. This book blitz is organized by Lola’s Blog Tours. The book blitz runs from 1 till 7 November, you can view the blitz schedule here.

Playboy AssistantPlayboy Assistant (Society Playboys #1)
By Roe Valentine
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Age category: Adult
Release Date: 1 November, 2016

Blurb:
Jilted ex-bride Antonia Robuchon has been groomed to be a trophy wife her entire life. When her mother falls ill, Toni suddenly finds herself temporary CEO of the family business. Though against her life plan, she realizes she has what it takes to succeed in the workforce. While trying to convince the executive team of her value, she finds help in an unlikely source—her society playboy assistant, Fabian. The closer they get, the more she questions her initial opinion of him. Can she protect her heart and her mother’s secret?

Trust fund baby Fabian Pallis has a reputation of being a ladies’ man who can’t—and won’t—commit. When Fabian’s father insists Fabian prove he’s a responsible employee, he’s forced to work for an old classmate, Antonia, who grew up to be more stunning than he remembered. Sparks fly on day one, and he quickly wonders if she could be the one to change his relationship status. How can Fabian leave the job with work experience when all he wants is his boss?

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Roe ValentineAbout the Author:
Roe Valentine was born into the right family. Not only does the name Valentine suit her, but her grandmother, unknowingly, introduced the young Ms. Valentine to her first romance novel. She hasn’t read anything else since. She calls herself a romantic at heart and believes that love conquerors all.

The San Antonio native, who now lives in Houston, attempted to write her first contemporary romance novel when she was nineteen years old. That attempt didn’t take, but her story has a happy ending. She kept pursuing the dream until she landed her first publishing contract in 2013.

When not busy writing or reading love stories, Roe can often be found in a yoga class or chatting with friends at her favorite coffee shop. Enjoying margaritas with some girl-talk isn’t unusual for her either. For a night in, she watches reruns of her favorite TV shows and, of course, romantic comedies on her Roku, usually with a glass of wine.

She writes spicy Contemporary, Historical, and Erotic romance novels.

Roe Valentine also LOVES talking to readers. You can contact her in the following ways:
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#NewRelease The Billionaire and the Wild Man by @LucyFelthouseWriter (@cw1985) and @VictoriaBlisseFB (@victoriablisse) with @EvernightPub #Romance #Erotica

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Out Now! The Billionaire and the Wild Man by Lucy Felthouse and Victoria Blisse (@cw1985 @victoriablisse) #romance #erotica

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Blurb:

Flynn Gifford is enjoying a simple existence in a rural Derbyshire village when Caroline Rogers crashes into his life, barefoot and panicked.

Their lives could hardly be more different—she owns a successful luxury hotel chain, and he’s a penniless nomad who’s off the grid—yet neither can deny the attraction that burns between them. As Caroline reluctantly starts to open up to him, Flynn finds himself divulging some secrets of his own, secrets he thought he’d take to his grave.

But can a billionaire and a wild man ever make a relationship work, or will their secrets keep them apart?

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Excerpt:

I’m busy minding my own business, clearing up litter in a field on the outskirts of Hartington when what can only be described as a crazy woman appears, seemingly from nowhere. She’s all wild-eyed, and her blonde hair looks damp. Her outfit is unremarkable, except for the fact she’s got nothing on her feet. Bright red toenails seem massively out of place in this rural village. She seems out of place. I’m not sure why I think this, but somehow, she just doesn’t appear to belong. So what the hell is she doing here?

Normally, I steer clear of other folk unless it’s absolutely necessary, but this woman looks like she needs help. Serious help. If she’s crossed the road with her feet like that, then they’re going to be scratched to buggery, maybe even cut.

Taking a deep breath, I chuck the empty crisp packet I’ve been holding into my rubbish bag. Then I place it next to the tree I’m standing beside and step out into the woman’s path. I’m used to people not seeing me—or behaving like they haven’t seen me, anyway—so I’m not surprised when she lets out a shriek that could wake the dead and freezes in front of me.

“Hey, hey,” I say gently, holding my hands up placatingly. “It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. I just wanted to come and see if you were all right. I can’t help but notice you’re not wearing any shoes. You’re not hurt, are you?” The concern in my voice confuses me, but then my brain catches up. If this chick is so desperate to get away that she’s gone without shoes, then something’s wrong. Seriously wrong.

I look around, half-expecting to see an angry husband chasing after her, or maybe even a shopkeeper. She could be a thief. Glancing at her again, I realize that can’t possibly be the case, unless she’s stolen something invisible. All she has are the clothes on her back.

She still hasn’t spoken, so I try again, attempting to make myself appear friendly, welcoming. Not an easy thing when you’re over six feet tall and pretty wide, too. Also, the fact I haven’t had a change of clothes, shave, or a haircut for a while won’t help. I wouldn’t blame her if she ran away, to be honest. I must look a fright, but I haven’t peered into a mirror—or even a window—for a good few days, so I can’t be sure.

“Sweetheart, please answer me. Are you hurt? Is there someone after you?”

She looks around, then back at me. Shakes her head. I’m confused—if there’s no one after her, why did she look behind her?

I crouch down. “Are your feet okay? Cut?”

Finally, I get a verbal reply. “N-no. I mean, yes. They’re okay. Not cut. At least … I don’t think so.”

She lifts each foot in turn, checking the soles. They’re fine. Now she’s answered another of my questions, too. Her accent doesn’t sound local. More like southern England. London, perhaps.

I suppress an involuntary shudder. The thought of London, the big, dirty, smoky city, does not impress me. Horrible bloody place. But at least it explains why the blonde doesn’t appear to fit in. She’s not from around here.

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Author Bios:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller) and The Persecution of the Wolves. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 150 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

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Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Author and all round Cheeky Wench. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut AlfrescoSmut by the Sea (Vol.1)Smut by the Sea (Vol.2)Smut by the Sea (Vol.3), and Smut in the City Anthologies.

She is the mistress of Smut UK putting on Smut Events, Days & Evenings dedicated to erotica, socializing, fun and prizes. Check out Smut NightsSmut by the Sea: Scarborough, and Smut Manchester for more info.

Born near Manchester, England, her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories along with her own particular brand of humour and romance that bring laughs and warm fuzzies in equal measure.

Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

You can often find Victoria procrastinating on FacebookTwitter and Pinterest.

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#NewRelease Lost Reputation by @KimberlyAnnNJ from @EvernightTeen #Romance, #YA


 

LOST REPUTATION
Kimberly Ann Miller
Romance/Contemporary/Suspense/Young
Adult
Evernight Teen Publishing/237 pages
Casey Hayes has a secret—she writes
the conspiracy theory column for her high school newspaper. As the editor, she
thrives on the thrill of uncovering the facts—until she gets tangled up in a
scandal.
When she exposes a teacher’s shameful
secret, threats start, demanding she stop spreading the vicious rumors. Casey
blows it off and keeps on writing. Even sexy Victor Cruz, the hot senior with
the adorable accent who chases after Casey and tries to protect her, fails to
convince her to keep her mouth shut. But things only get worse as she ignores
the warnings, and soon, Casey must decide if exposing the truth is more
important to her than her life.
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Excerpt:

I laughed at the memory as I locked up the newsroom and rushed to my next class. I still had a smile on my face as I plopped down on my seat in the back row of calculus. Victor Cruz, my secret crush, entered the room. My pulse reacted to his presence, but, thank God, no other part of me did that he could see. I didn’t want to be lusting after anyone this year because I was planning on working hard toward my college goals and didn’t need the distraction.

The worst thing was, Charli told me he gave his ex-girlfriend some rash because he cheated on her. I so did not do the sexually transmitted diseases thing, and I definitely had zerorespect for cheaters. Not even for a hunk like him, who obviously screwed around and didn’t care if he got girls sick.

But damn, did this guy make my insides quiver. He was totally hot. His parents moved to New Jersey from Spain during middle school when Vic was scrawny and didn’t speak much English. When senior year started a month ago, no one recognized him because he’d grown ten inches, gained fifty pounds—of muscle—and must have taken some classes in style because, damn, the boy knew how to dress to show off his build.

Loose jeans with a belt, black boots, and a black, long-sleeved tee only made him sexier. And the way he walked? It should’ve been a crime. He had a swagger about him that rivaled any of the good old boys of Hollywood. Watching it made me quiver in places I didn’t know could quiver.

But it wasn’t just his looks that held me captive. He had the values of an old-fashioned guy—holding the door open for girls, helping them with heavy stuff, defending them when guys were too rough or mean.

If it wasn’t for that wild partying side of him … sigh.

As he approached his seat, I couldn’t help but stare at his thighs, mesmerized by the fluid sway they made with each step.

He caught me staring and raised a thick black brow. I diverted my eyes and pretended to be very interested in the junior’s notebook next to me. But I didn’t even know his name. Ugh.

Vic slid into his seat next to me and winked at the girls that were staring at him.

They always stared at him.

I rolled my eyes. But when I felt his eyes on me, I shifted in my seat, fighting the funny tingle in my stomach that came from looking at him.

The other problem was, besides being a distraction, Vic knew how sexy he’d become. He acted so cocky and confident, I wanted to smack the grin off his face and remind him that not long ago, he could have passed for a ten-year-old boy who couldn’t speak English or speak to girls.

But, whatever. He had a harem now, so good for him. And shiny black hair, smooth, bronze skin, and deep brown eyes that … never mind. Didn’t matter anyway.

Kylie sauntered over to him, swaying her hips so hard, I wondered how they didn’t dislocate. She leaned over his back and wrapped her arms around his ample shoulders, pressing her boobs into his back. I’m sure he loved that. “Hey, Vic. Busy this weekend? My parents are out of town, and we can go riding if you want. I’ll pack us a lunch.” She ran her fingernails over his chest as she spoke, clearly enjoying the feel of him.

He pulled her fingers off him and slipped out of her grasp. “Sorry, I’m busy, but thanks for asking.”

She leaned into him again, making sure to press her boobs into his neck. I rolled my eyes so hard, they almost didn’t return to face front. That would suck. What would I tell the nurse? I was looking at my brain instead of in front of me and I needed an eye adjustment?

“Maybe another time, okay?”

Vic nodded once. “Si.”

I pulled out my phone to check messages, done with listening to the vixen and her attempts at charming the hottest guy in school.

“Hey, Casey,” he said in his sexy Spanish accent. He had this way of dragging out the end of my name, making it sound like Kay Seee.

It was both unsettling and adorable, so I just grunted at him. How else could I get anything done with him around?

About the Author:
Kimberly Ann Miller received
Bachelor’s degrees from Georgian Court University and Rutgers University and a
Master’s degree from The University of Medicine and Dentistry of New
Jersey.  She is an avid reader and particularly enjoys true crime and
young adult novels.  She grew up in New Jersey and currently resides
in Monmouth County with her husband and cats. When she’s not writing, she loves
to travel to sunny islands where she snorkels by day and stargazes by
night. She always takes her Nook with her.
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#NewRelease His Mafia Princess by @AprilZyon @EvernightPub #erotica #BDSM

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His Mafia Princess

Family First, book 1

by April Zyon

Published by Evernight Publishing

Cover by (the amazing!) Jay Aheer

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Gregorio Bosco worked his way up the ranks of The Family. He never had trouble killing, selling, or anything he was tasked to do. He’d been trained to take over for Giovanni when he stepped down, but that all changed when Alessandra was taken. She was the only good in his life, and he’d do anything in order to protect her—no matter the cost to anyone around him.

Alessandra Morello was born into a life that she didn’t understand. She thought she was the daughter of a wealthy industrialist, however she learned it was far from the truth. She’s pulled into the center of a war with Gregorio as her only constant. Her attraction for the older man has only grown over the years, but can there be a future for them in their twisted world?

Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, orgies

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Gregorio was pissed off that he had been called to the mansion, again. He had to get a hold of his men, or the Boss wouldn’t let him take over in the timeframe given to them. It wasn’t because of his fuck up, but one of his underlings. The little bastard was dead now. Greg had personally seen to it. No one got away with stealing from the family, not under his watch. Period. Now if only he could get the Boss to agree that times needed to change and the stakes had to be higher so that their family ran even tighter, because the Russians were trying to move in on their turf and usurp their power. It was up to Gregorio as the Boss’s right hand—and eventual heir—to ensure that they died trying instead of taking over the area that they had carved out for themselves.

When he was let into the Boss’s study, he stood loose in front of the man. Gregorio was armed and ready for anything. “You called?”

“Gregorio, take a seat.” The man didn’t pose it as a question, and Gregorio knew it. It was an order. Once he was sitting, the Boss nodded. “I hear you took care of the mistake.” The Boss sneered as he said the last word, as if it were dirty. “And you made an example?”

“Yes, sir. I did. He’s currently hanging with his hands cut off and his gullet filled with molten silver. His silver-filled body was left on the lawn of the Russian Boss’s home, as per your request. We will need to be more careful with our recruits. How this one passed as Italian, I will never know. It was the theft from the small general store that got him. The girl recalled him speaking Russian as he stole from her. She was injured and in the robbery, she remembered our underling because he had come to collect the protection fee two days earlier.”

Gregorio smiled. It was a smile of pure darkness as he thought of the pain the man suffered. He then tilted his head slightly as he asked the next question.  “You let your daughter leave without a guard?” Gregorio changed the subject to one he really wanted to know. That woman had gotten under his skin and had been there since she was sixteen when he saw her naked in the pool house. That was when he was third in the organization. Gregorio killed the second because he was jacking off to Alessandra. Only he was allowed to even think of her in that capacity, and he ensured that every-fucking-one knew it. Even the Boss knew now that Gregorio had declared himself to the man.

“She plays golf with her friends every Thursday. Her guards are with her. Have you learned more of her mugging?”

“I have.” Another reason Gregorio was angry; he was here when he should be tracking the bastards that hurt her. No one hurt her and lived.

“And?” the Boss asked impatiently.

“One of them is sitting in my basement tied to a chair. I was in the middle of discussing respect with the man when you called.”

“It’s more than respect,” the Boss said angrily. “You would do well to remember respect yourself.”

Gregorio had to bite the inside of his cheek. “Yes, Boss. I’m sorry.” He hated those words because it was a reminder of just how much more Gregorio had to learn. Just saying them had him wanting to kill someone.

“That’s better. You have to remember who you are speaking with at all times. Yes, I have been grooming you to take over, but that’s in the near future. In the meantime, you’ve much to learn, things I had to learn the hard way through trial and error and a lot of blood lost.”

“Thank you, sir.” Those words came from his mouth in a near growl. It wasn’t that Gregorio didn’t appreciate what the Boss was doing for him, but the simple fact was that he was impossibly impatient at times.

“Now, what was offered to Tomas to make him turn from his Family?”

“Half million and the promise of a new life. Beyond that, it was the tie to his long lost relative who was a Russian that we didn’t know about.” He shook his head decisively at that statement.

“The Russians are growing bolder. They are searching out long lost Russians in our family’s men and enforcers. Seems as if we need to work on our own genealogy so we can head these off at the pass when possible.”

“They want what we have. They want the docks. They want the refinery and everything else we have. Everything we’ve worked so hard to get.”

“That I worked so hard to get. That my Father worked so hard to get. Don’t forget, Gregorio, you are only being groomed because I didn’t have a son but a daughter. One that I would kill for and one that will never know the reality of her life.”

Greg knew the truth though. The old man had twin sons that were older than Alessandra, but they were born from his whore so they would never hold any sort of position of power inside of the organization.

“I agree. She’ll never know the truth of this life. Not as long as I live. That’s my blood vow to you, Boss.” He would give it too, his blood to keep Alessandra safe, to keep her pure and to keep her out of this life.

He was going to say something else when the doors opened. Gregorio was on his feet with his weapon drawn on reflex.

The man who stood in the doors literally pissed his pants. “I’m sorry, Boss, but we got a note you have to read.”

“Bring it.”

Gregorio holstered his weapon and watched. He was curious about what would have anyone daring to open the door when he and the Boss were in a conference. No one but Alessandra dared do such a thing. She would breeze in when they were planning war and not realize what she walked in on.

When the Boss stood fast enough to send his chair flying behind him, Gregorio knew it had to involve Alessandra. She was the only one that would garner that sort of reaction in the man. “Those fucking bastards!” The Boss yelled out his frustration. “Get everyone here.” He looked at Gregorio. “Someone took Alessandra. Took her in the middle of a crowded lunch at the Country Club.”

Gregorio saw red. He shook in his fury. “Who?” He spoke to the man that brought the note. “Where are her guards?”

“They were found in their cars, both with holes in their foreheads. Whoever did this made it personal. They wanted these men to see who killed them.”

“Boss?” Gregorio waited for his orders to find the woman that held both of their hearts.

“Go. Find her. Take her to safety. I’m done with these Russian bastards on our turf.”

“You calling a war?”

“They did when they took her,” the Boss said as he pulled his weapons from his desk.

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