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We'd like to thank all the authors that participated in I HEART Romance Week!
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​but since you're all here for the winners list....

$10 Amazon: Christina 
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​Heath has always considered Leah off limits, a forbidden temptation he shouldn't want and can never have. But when he sees her at Jake's wedding ceremony, he's so overwhelmed he makes a move against his better judgment.

Still, his insecurities ultimately get the best of him. He believes she deserves more than a battle-weary Marine who suffers from combat nightmares.

Leah has a secret that will change their lives forever, but can Heath conquer his demons so they can make a way forward together--or will he abandon her when she needs him the most?

​After they entered the small banquet room that held five tables done up with white table cloths and white napkins at each chair, Heath slammed the banquet doors closed and had her backed up against the nearest cherry wood paneled wall before she knew what was happening. He crushed his lips against hers, his tongue demanding entry. She was surprised she was so turned on by his alpha display.

She happily acquiesced, and Heath took possession of her mouth. His tongue relentlessly tangled with hers until she became so drunk with lust her knees nearly gave out. She held him around the neck and felt him slide his hands down from her waist and grip her ass cheeks and squeeze. He ground his rock-hard dick against her stomach, and her pussy contracted. One of them groaned, she wasn’t sure who, before they ended their kiss, both panting.

He touched his forehead to hers and held her tight. “You drive me fucking crazy, Leah.”

She couldn’t help but smile. He drove her crazy, too, in every dirty, sexy, lustful way possible. “What’s going on with you? Us?”

He sighed and let her go. He stepped back slightly and took her hands away from around his neck, holding them gently in his. She immediately regretted asking him anything. She wanted him close. Needed him close. She ached for him, had for years.

He shook his head seemingly conflicted. “I’m not entirely sure, but I know I want you, Leah. So much I ache with it. But I know I shouldn’t and I’m not sure what the fuck to do about it and it’s pissing me off.”

Her heart soared. The man she’d loved her entire life was admitting to wanting her. Though not a declaration of love, she knew he cared about her. She also knew better than to gush about her undying love right now.

She looked up into his sorrowful but caring gaze. She didn’t want him to have any doubts regarding the two of them together. She knew deep in her heart they belonged together. She was certain that with a little time he would come to know and believe it, too. Although she didn’t want to, she needed to take things slow. Ease him into the idea of the two of them together.

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​complete and total nightmare.

When former serviceman Jerusalem Aames drives up to the century-old Cleary house, he sees dollar signs for himself and his all-veteran crew. The rundown, old place would finally put his fledgling construction-renovation firm in the black. But the moment he meets the gorgeous homeowner who had been duped into buying the money-pit, his attraction is swift and instantaneous.
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However, there’s something very strange going on in the dilapidated house that has nothing to do with rotting timbers or shoddy wiring. Whatever it is, it’s affecting Kaylah’s state of mind, and Salem finds himself in a battle he’s not sure he can win.

​Kaylah rinsed the suds from her hair as the old pipes started to knock inside the walls. From experience, she knew the water would turn cold within seconds.
 
Turning off the taps before that happened, she then grabbed a towel from the rack and wound the terrycloth around her shoulder-length hair. She yanked another towel from the shelf and dried off.
 
The entire bathroom was filled with steam. Obviously, it needed a new fan and some better ventilation. Another addition to the ever-growing list of upgrades this ‘new’ house needed. What a nightmare the entire undertaking had turned into. Even the contractors she’d interviewed had shied away from the massive workload the turn-of-the-century home presented. It required updating on every level, not to mention the work it needed on the outside.
 
The home had been grossly misrepresented, but Kaylah blamed herself. She and Autumn had found and bought it, sight unseen, over the Internet. It had been so beautiful—or so they’d thought.
 
She’d gone so far as to contact a lawyer, hoping he could give her a rundown of her options. But, as of this morning, he still had not returned her call.
 
Nothing was going right. Nothing had since Autumn had left for school.
 
Kaylah stepped out of the shower and looked toward the vanity mirror. It was frosted with condensation, but that’s not what caught her eye. She pulled the towel tightly around her body as her gaze darted around the tiny room. The hair on the back of her neck stood up and a shiver ran through her body. Her heart began to pound. It looked as if someone—or something—had written a message in the film on the glass.
 
Jerusalem.
 
The word had started to run, streaking the letters down the glass, dripping off the edge and into the sink below. 
 
That name. She’d been seeing it everywhere recently—on newspapers, street signs, on the side of transport trucks, when she flicked on the TV. She’d even driven through a town near Geneva, New York, named Jerusalem on her way here. Now this. 
 
Irrational anger flooded her. “What are you trying to tell me?” she screamed. 
 
She picked up the closest thing—her handheld hairdryer—and threw it at the mirror. The glass blew out and shattered all over the sink and the bathroom floor—one more thing to add to the repair list.
 
Kaylah hurried to her bedroom. She dressed quickly, then left the house.   

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​sanctuary within the Refuge. Or so she claims. For the first time in his long lifespan, Kralj isn’t certain of another being’s intentions. The tiny assassin is immune to his powers, her thoughts unreadable. He can’t predict her movements, can’t control her, can’t stop wanting her.

Dita is rare, as unique as he is, and, to keep the residents of the Refuge safe, Kralj will have to kill her. But first, he’ll touch her, taste her, show her how passionate the beast inside him can be.

​“You are small.” Kralj surveyed her form as slowly, savoring her slight curves, her lean muscles, her upturned face. He was much taller than she was, the height differential forcing her into an excitingly submissive stance. “And you’re definitely female.” He longed to see her on her knees before him. “But are you human?” He bared his fangs, showing her he wasn’t one of her kind. “I don’t know what you’re thinking.”

“Don’t lie to me.” Her eyelids partially lowered, that physical acknowledgment of his dominance pleasing his primal nature. “You know what I’m thinking.” 

She slid her tongue over her bottom lip, wetting her flesh. 

He tracked the movement with his gaze, achingly aware of her, of the need to possess this female, to subdue her. His brain warned him she was dangerous. His body didn’t care. “What are you?”

“I wouldn’t lie to you, Kralj.” 

He liked the way she said his name. He didn’t like that he didn’t know hers. 

“I’m human.” She moved within his reach. 

An intriguing vitality surrounded her, calling to him. He’d been alone for so long, solitary, emotionally isolated, unable to touch another being without causing damage, without killing.

“I was born with a brain telepaths can’t access.” She verified that exciting fact. 

The powerful humanoid part of him couldn’t harm her. He’d never met a being like her. 

“That’s why I was chosen.” She swirled her fingertips over her right shoulder, tracing the aligned sun moon planet embossed in her body covering. 

It was the symbol of the Dark Veil, a guild of assassins. She was a monster as he was, trained to end lives, violent and soulless.

His desire for her escalated.

“What are you?” She smiled up at him.

“I’m not a mere telepath.” His psychic abilities exceeded any type of measurement. “I’m unlike anything you’ve ever encountered.”

She lifted her chin. “You don’t know what I’ve encountered.” 

“You haven’t encountered any being like me.” Kralj was certain of that fact. “I’m the beast hunting you in your nightmares, the fear you feel in the dark, the prickling over the back of your neck when you think you’re alone.” He gazed down at her, fighting the urge to grab her, to sink his fangs into her pale neck. “I’m not a male you play with, little one.”

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​master, Prince Adrian, as ever, but for a lonely Neko, Chicago is as strange and unbelievable as the fantasy realms of his childhood. Collin fears the rebels hold the key to the disappearance of his missing brother, Rolland. When Izumi, a new Neko pet, comes to Chicago, he and Collin become fast friends, but can Collin trust Izumi to help him find Rolland, or does Izumi have his own agenda?

Crossing Fate: Although relationships between Nekos and demons are forbidden, Rolland and Porter have been lovers for years. Yet despite Porter's many offers, Rolland refuses to leave the island as Porter's pet. Lance offers Rolland the chance to join him as an equal. Is his freedom worth betraying Porter and the secret he vowed to keep?

All That Remains: Collin and Izumi have served their demon masters faithfully and without question. But when it becomes clear the army rebelling against the monarchy threatens to destroy not only demon society but the lives of their masters, the two Nekos become determined to find the enemy's weakness. Now more than Adrian's reign as Prince of the Demons is threatened. If Collin cannot find a way to change the course of their history, Adrian's very life may be forfeit.

​I expected him to laugh or at least call me out on my arrogance, but Nathan simply stroked my hair between his forefinger and thumb. “Izumi, it’s you who will love me.”
 
How right Nathan had been.

Fifteen years later and my eyes still searched for Nathan, even when I knew he wasn’t around. He wasn’t considered a royal demon, but his family line was old and that gave him power. I understood what his name meant in the demon world, even if he refused to let me leave the house.

Granted, his family estate was massive and nestled beside the ocean in the English countryside, I felt as though I’d never left Allora. I ran my finger along the seat of the swing, marveling how the old rubber creaked and yet continued to hold my weight.

Shortly after bringing me home, he’d had this swing built.

Only I was allowed to swing on it, so of course I’d profusely thanked him.

I did exactly as I said I would and became the epitome of what a neko pet should be. As young children, we were like brothers. As teenagers, more like friends. And finally, after I’d turned nineteen, our roles as Master and servant solidified.

But I played the role perfectly. Everyone he knew praised me for being a good neko. To the demons, I was considered beautiful, even with my lean muscles, pale skin, and dark hair that made me look like something from an emo music video.

Whatever he wanted, I gave to him. Whatever he asked, I obeyed. Whatever he said, I listened and carefully stored the material until I knew the laws of the demon world just as perfectly, if not more.

I knew the names of the royals and was sure I’d recognize them, even if I hadn’t been allowed to see their faces.

My mind was a vast, empty notebook and I hungrily jotted down every bit of information I needed that could lead to my freedom. The problem was…Master, Nathan, had been right.  
Memories blended together like watercolor paints until I wasn’t sure when I’d stopped pretending.

The love I felt for Nathan was as strong as what I felt for my Master. They were one and the same, but the split between them was what also divided what I wanted now verse what I had wanted then. My blood boiled with passion when I thought of Nathan and broke when I thought of being chained forever.

Irrational and disheartening, I knew one thing for certain.

Master Nathan had become my everything. 

“Izumi.”

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​It’s time to take off his stuffed bra and put on a sword, because everyone is hunting poor Cinderelle.

​“Bed. Settee. Floor. I don’t care as long as you’re inside me.”

Henry chuckled, deep and rich. He lifted my leg and placed the heel on my foot then did the same to the other. “Walk to the bed, Cin. I want to see your dick bounce and those heels shine in the sunlight.”

I shivered before I stood. Naked but for the heels, I took my time walking across the room. Each step was deliberate and slow. When I got to the bed I turned around and saw Henry stood before the dying fire stroking his shaft.

“You are so sexy.”

I’d never been called that before. It made me blush.

“Bend over the bed.”

I turned around and stuck my ass in the air. The blankets were soft to the touch as I laid my forearms upon it. “Like this?”

“Mmmm.” Henry moved closer.

 I only knew because of the creak in the floor. Then he was behind me. His hands on my ass, spreading me.

“There is just so much I want to do to you.” He growled as he slid a finger over my back hole. “So many positions. So many ways I want to hear you come.” He caressed my balls before moving to the small stand beside the bed. He pulled out a vial of clear liquid and another heeled shoe. This once was a beige shoe with golden trim and, was that a golden heel? It shone in the sunlight streaming through the windows. Henry walked back toward me. His cock hard as stone and bouncing with each step.

Anticipation of that gorgeous length inside me made a shiver run down my spine.

Henry was behind me.

I heard the pop of the vial being opened. A liquid dribbled down my crack and soon followed by Henry’s finger. He pressed the digit against my hole and I laid my head against the bed. He breached. My dick leaked a few drops of cum as his finger slipped inside me, aided by the clear liquid.

“You’re so tight.” Henry remarked as his finger slid out and in again.

“Been a while.” Too long. I groaned. He kept going in and out, so slowly that my toes curled in the heels I wore. “Henry.”

He pierced me with two fingers and dragged the golden heel along my balls.
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I shivered and flinched and moaned. My whole body was on the edge of imploding and he teased me!

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​future suitor grows stronger by the night…
​
Giving himself over to Aimee’s forbidden love, Qay fears his distraction could turn deadly when he unearths a sex trafficking scheme right under their noses.
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Can the couple escape the sinister black market and fly off into their happily-ever-after?

​“Look, buster, I’ve about had it with you and your attitude.” Her voice was firm and tight. She stalked, forcing him back. “I came here for your help and you’re damn well going to give it to me.” She stopped her advance and stomped her foot in agitation, her fists clenched. “Will you stay in one place so I can talk to you?” She crossed her arms over her glorious breasts to glare at him.

Qay stopped and stared at her in shock. No one talked to him like that. His face and neck heated in agitation. “I’m afraid you’re confused.” He stalked and forced her to back up. “Let me tell you how things run on this ship.” He crowded her as she hit a wall. Standing with a few inches between them, Qay let his temper out. “One, you have a liaison to go to for your little problems. Two, you are to stay in your designated area, to never—ever—leave it. And more important, you must stay away from me.” As he spoke those angry words, it never occurred to him how close they were. Her sweet scent flooded his senses and caused his heart to race. He stopped inches away as her lips parted with a surprised squeak.

At the sound, his eyes focused on her lips. Tempting and plump, a taste—he had to have a taste—just one. Mesmerized, he leaned in and surrounded her with his palms flat against the wall, inches from her head. He placed his lips on hers. At first, she remained passive, pressed against him and the wall. Then she parted her lips in invitation. Her palms laid flat against his naked chest. Her soft tongue licked his, bringing with her a burst of unexpected, sensual flavor.

When they touched skin-to-skin, lust, bright and sharp, sizzled and caught him by surprise. Her alluring sweet scent of vanilla musk invaded his senses. Qay was no stranger to the art of lovemaking, but he’d never experienced the connection he had with Aimee. He prided himself on being a male who seldom lost control, but with her, his mind blanked with the urge to deepen the kiss. Pulling courage from deep within, he pushed away.
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“Get away from me.” The words came out in a guttural tone, but he knew she understood him as her eyes widened.

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​the hope that one day they’ll be reunited.

But Sector has different plans for the couple. Unbeknownst to Ben, Sector has used him as a test subject in a desperate bid to cure the sterility problems facing the human race. Impregnated and left alone, Ben stumbles upon the underground resistance. It will take all his strength to find the love of his life before Dain is lost to him forever.

​“I can’t wait until the day the resistance here is crushed, and then Mars will be completely mine.”

“Yours? Don’t you mean ours?”

“Of course,” Robinson said smoothly, nodding his head to placate Trask. “Sector has ruined what could have been an explosion of human evolution with their humanity laws. On Mars, we can be God.”

“You should let Tarak Dev go, though,” Trask said sharply. “This obsession you have of destroying him will be your Moby Dick.”

“He betrayed me!” Robinson snapped. “He betrayed what Sector was reaching for, bringing life back onto a dying planet. He chose his wife over science.”

“Right. He chose his wife over his job, while you chose your work over your wife, and you let it ruin a friendship.”

Robinson glared at the screen, wanting to put his fist through it and into Trask’s mouth. No one needed to remind him of his time in DC and how he’d been turned on by a man he’d mentored and given everything to, including his trust.

Appearing to realize the error of his ways, Trask took a deep breath. “What do I do about Sector Main?”

“You have the means to hide everything,” Robinson murmured. “Don’t forget that the new biotech formula can alter memories if needed.”

“Of course!” Trask took another breath. His anxious demeanor eased. He smiled. “Oh, I just remembered something. If you’re determined to bring him down no matter what, I may have found a way to get your whale.”

Robinson cocked his head. “How so?” Perhaps Trask will continue to be of use to me after all.
“Nate Stockton is one of the nanotech recipients. He has a cousin, Ben Stockton, and one of the undercovers managed to get the DNA of that cousin’s husband.” He reached for a tablet and brushed his fingertips along the screen. “The sample matched to an ex-NFOP officer. Dain Cardile. We can use Ben and Dain to track down Nate Stockton and Tarak Dev.”
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Robinson grinned. “Wonderful. Do you what you need to do to get that cousin under Sector control. Force him, if you need to. Once we finish with the farm, you can leave Earth and join me on Mars. Sector will have no more control over my vision of a perfect society.”

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