Porter’s reputation unsettling, despite how much she likes the guy. As she’s
come to learn over the years, there’s more to Nash than his assumed sexual
prowess, and her short, brunette stature ensures their solid friendship will
remain just that.
It’s time to extricate herself from his sphere, because she can’t have anything
more than a friendship with someone who reminds her of a past she conquered and
left behind. Unless Nash can convince her otherwise…
and it gritted beneath the tires, much the same way Christina’s newsflash ground in her brain.
She slammed the shifter into Park and set her forehead on the steering wheel.
Any softer feelings for Nash blew right out the window. “I don’t follow. The thing about Bryan and Nash.” Christina huffed.
“They were talking at work and Nash told Bry that he was interested. In you.
down. She chose something frivolous to say instead. “What was he smoking?”
Taylor leaned her head back on the seat rest. “And I don’t date … guys who have
a different woman every week, Chris. What, has he run out of tall, leggy blondes
in this state? It’s not that far over the line into the next one. An easy
deeper, more intimate relationship with all the members, including Nash. She
knew his foibles and his strengths. He was a good man and a good friend, and in
a short period of time, she managed to overlook—or at least not judge, too
much—his way with the ladies. His incredible good looks went a long way, but
after seeing them as often as she had, they didn’t have the same impact. Right?
Porter. She flinched in that moment. Maybe he saw past Taylor’s definitely not leggy, blonde, and beautiful appearance and appreciated who she was behind her exterior. What had he said?
Kind and gentle—when she wasn’t on a righteous crusade—and with a core of
steel. Hardly superficial, when she thought on it. She stared into the rear
view mirror, surveying her tousled brown hair that curled in any amount of
humidity, but was soft with natural highlights, and framed her small face
green. Green for uncertainty. She ran a finger down her straight nose and
tapped her lips. She was pressing them too tightly together of late, so she
relaxed them into their natural fullness. Centerfold material she was not, but
she wasn’t ugly either. And she kept herself in shape, walking every day and
finding time in her schedule for yoga.
focused on the conversation with Christina.
references to any women in his life? The guys aren’t even bugging him about
them. And he’s always around lately.”
saying he had business. It hadn’t made much of an impact, seeing as he was an
architect and often consulted with the interior designers—including her—in her
office building. He was being Nash, kind and thoughtful for a friend.
different, and more frequent. She liked Graham, but he drove her crazy when
they partnered up. When she joined forces with Nash … they fit. They got one
another and it felt so comfortable and fun. Tick, tick, tick.
little salute when she’d thanked him and … dismissed him? Lord. Was she living
in a different dimension? She hadn’t meant to be rude…
About the author:
lives in Manitoba, Canada. Peribeth recently closed her part time private practice as a social worker and child play therapist, and now she and her husband have a seasonal business and pretend to work well together. Writing for
years, mostly short stories and poetry, she has published dark erotica under
another pen name and reads everything she can lay her hands on.
Thanks for having me on your blog today. It’s been a long journey for Burn and I’m happy it found a home with Evernight. I hope you enjoy Demon and Jace as much as I enjoyed writing them.
She wants him…
Jace knows there are things other than human living on the mortal realm—vampires, shifters, the fey, and her own brand of witchery. She thought she’d seen it all. Until she meets Demon. He’s a Phoenix, a creature so rare that some don’t believe they exist at all.
He burns hot…
With the tendency to burn the partners he takes to bed, it’s been a long time since he’s had a woman. The empathic witch in the bar knows how to handle his type of fire and he’s intrigued. He just needs one night to connect with someone, a chance to feel anything but the constant loneliness. He doesn’t expect that one night to change everything, including his heart.
But something is chasing Demon and it’s willing to go through Jace to get him.
Demon tried to stop the natural instinct to read her mind, but her emotions still flooded into him. Nervous, excited, and horny as hell.
He liked her already.
The black dress she wore stopped at her knees and covered curves that made his mouth dry in anticipation. The barest flash of flesh from where her boots ended and her dress started was mesmerizing. Black eyeliner highlighted green eyes and red lipstick completed the look. Had she gone to the bar to pick someone up? A wave of possessiveness swept through him. He wanted to claim her. To feel her body writhing underneath his.
Demon shook his head. There was a chance that he might hurt her it had been a while since he’d been with anyone.
She stopped at a traffic light and pushed the button. The cars passed in a wild blur in front of them. The world continued to move as it always did. Demon stopped next to her. The hour was getting late. The sky covered with stars. He reached out and pressed a hand to her lower back. Her breath caught. A heavy musk of sandalwood filled his nose, a scent most witches gave off while they worked magic or were aroused.
He turned slightly and dipped his head. “How much further do we have to walk?” he whispered against the curve of her ear as he dropped his hand lower.
A small smile curved her lips. “I live on the top floor of the apartment with the red door. And if you don’t stop touching me we might not make it that far.”
A chuckle escaped him. “The streets aren’t exactly deserted, gorgeous. You want to draw a crowd?”
She sighed. “It would be worth it.”
Ella Grey likes to tell stories which feature very human characters, even if those characters sprout fur or can conjure fire with a click of their fingers. Ella has been writing for over a decade and has been published for the last two years.
She currently lives in the UK with her son, partner and cat. She rarely sleeps and can often be found with a cup of coffee in one hand and her other hand on the keyboard.
The story was inspired by a recent trip to New Orleans. We stayed at the historic Omni Royal Orleans in the heart of the French Quarter and we were able to walk to all the fantastic restaurants, shopping, and entertainment. We toured the area hit by Katrina, the cemeteries, and the voodoo museum. In movies and TV, voodoo is usually shown as a dark and scary practice. In reality, it’s a religious practice in which the followers have direct contact with the spirits. And that’s the story I wanted to tell.
The events in Crossroads take place around Christmas, a season of miracles, but really, it could happen any time of the year. All you have to do is believe…
Excerpt from Crossroads
My grandmother led me downstairs to an alcove at the far end of the shop where she did readings. We sat on opposite sides of a small wood table, and she shuffled the tarot cards carefully. They were old and she treated them like they were made of glass. I’d never seen another deck like hers. Each card had a detailed painting of a Loa or his religious symbol, a veve. It would be my first reading and suddenly I wasn’t sure it was a good idea. All this because a madman broke into my house and touched a nerve? I must be crazy. I opened my mouth to stop Mawmaw, but she spoke first.
“You know I can’t fix Jesse?”
If only. “Yes.”
“And I’m not a fortune teller. I can’t tell you whether or not a certain event will happen.”
N.J. Young’s new release, A Hero Inside (Love With A Price #1)! #erotica #romance #contemporary #mf
Thank you for having me on your blog today! I am very excited to introduce your readers to the Price family. A Hero Inside is the first novella in my Love With A Price series. I’ve been spending a lot of time with the Price family, and I hope you all will love them as much as I do. I’m thrilled to tell you that the next two novellas in the Price series are already contracted and will be released over the next couple of months. Until then, enjoy the love story of Ethan and Tori…
A Hero Inside (Love With A Price, Book 1)
By: N.J. Young
Genre: Romance on the Go, Contemporary, Erotic Romance, Seasonal/Holiday
Release Date: December 23, 2015
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
After bouncing around foster care homes as a kid, Tori Bennett abandoned her dream of having a family long ago. Instead, she is focused on saving money to finish her nursing degree, and seems content to adopt her best friend Becca’s family as her own.
On the eve of Thanksgiving, a handsome stranger saves Tori from a would-be robber. Tori can’t get this hero out of her head. Once she finds out he’s her best friend’s brother, life gets complicated.
Ethan Price has been running for years. After the death of his father, he shut down emotionally, deciding it’s easier to be alone than to deal with the pain of loving – and losing – someone.
Sparks ignite between Ethan and a gorgeous bartender after he saves her from a gunman. Once he finds out she’s the best friend of his little sister, Ethan has to decide if it’s worth the risk to stop running away and take a chance on love.
About N.J. Young
N.J. Young has been a writer since she was old enough to hold a pencil. After realizing the trials of corporate America weren’t for her, she decided to leave that world behind and pursue her true dream of writing.
Instead of spending her days writing sexy texts to her husband and engaging in “that’s what she said” jokes, she took that energy and poured it into her books. Sprinkle in a couple of hot guys, a little suspense, and a few sexual fantasies, and her first book was born. She now spends her days drinking coffee at her computer, while diving into the adventures of the imaginary friends who live in her novels.
N.J. Young was born and raised in the Midwest, and currently resides in the Kansas City area with her husband, two children, and a menagerie of animals. When she’s not writing, she enjoys horror movies, live music, cooking, and telling her kids why they can’t read mommy’s books.
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A Hero Inside Excerpt
Ethan watched as she took a deep breath and then looked at him. He wished she didn’t look at him like he was a hungry wolf waiting to devour her. But then, that was a fairly accurate comparison, wasn’t it? He did want to devour her. Every inch of her. Oh, he’d bet she tasted sweeter than any pie.
“So, cinnamon,” she said in a rush. “I know where Sally keeps her spices in the pantry.”
“Tori.” He tasted her name on his lips, but she ignored him, rushing by him and opening the door to the huge walk-in pantry. She flipped the light on and walked to the back of the room. Well, if this was the only chance he had to talk to her alone…
“What are you doing?” She whirled around as he shut the door behind him and leaned against it.
“I want to talk to you.” He wanted more than that, but right now, he would settle for talking.
“About what?” She crossed her arms over her chest. Dammit, she was putting up her shield again, and he wouldn’t let her. He’d seen the way she looked at him through dinner. He knew he wasn’t making it up in his head. It took him only a split second to make a decision.
“About this.” In two steps, he crossed to her and wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her to him so their lower halves were pressed together. As hard as he was when he was near her, there was no doubt in his mind that she could feel the rigid line of his erection pressed against her.
He knew he was right when her wide green eyes darkened. “Ethan.” Her hands came up to his chest and shoved at him. “What are you doing? Your mother is in the next room.”
Oh, he’d be damned if she was going to shove him away. Clasping her wrists in his strong hands, he backed her up against the wall and pinned her arms above her head.
“I want you, Tori,” he breathed. “If you don’t want me, then tell me now.”
Her breath had quickened, and Ethan could feel the pounding of her heart. “I…” She swiped that tongue over her lips and he had to bite back a groan. “I … uh…” She was staring at his mouth. “What was the question?”
Tightening his grip on her wrists, he knew he couldn’t resist her for one more second. Leaning in, he crushed his mouth to hers, and reveled in the moan that escaped her into his mouth. As her lips parted in an unspoken invitation, his tongue surged, sliding against hers. That torturous tongue of hers danced and played with his.
His natural dominance took over as she softened under him. God, he wanted her. He’d never wanted a woman as much as he wanted her in this instant. He angled his head this way and that, taking her mouth over and over again. When he released her wrists, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair, lightly tugging. The soft moans she made in the back of her throat flowed into him in an offering.