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He’s her number one fan. Thomas Helton has been obsessed with model Kendra Williams for over a decade.
She’s the woman everyone wants to see on her knees. Kendra Williams kneels to no one. The fetish photographer, well known for displaying not only the eroticism of BDSM but also the emotional bond behind it, appeals to her in the same way the man who made her averse to kneeling did. Will she regret her decision, or will Thomas be the man to finally make her kneel? |
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Sneak Peek“You can go,” Hook said, watching Tink. “Or you can stay.” His silver hook flashed in the moonlight. Tink should go. It was the best option. It was safer. Too bad his body refused to listen. “If you’re going to stay, you might as well play.” Hook tugged his dick up and down. Tink slowly shook his head, his gaze glued to Hook’s motions. The pirate twisted, facing him. One leg bent to reveal his dangling balls. Bloody hell, Tink’s trousers were tented. He felt deliciously stiff. He shouldn’t do this. If Petar found out… “All you have to do is shove your hand in your trousers, Tink.” He could. He shouldn’t, but he could. “No one would see.” Hook blew the nearest lantern out, and it dimmed the brightness around them. Tink could still see Hook masturbating. Hell, Tink moved his hand to his crotch, squeezing. Tink released the tie at the top of his trousers and shoved his hand inside. The moment he touched his cock he groaned. It had been too long since he last came, and all this stimulation was torture. “There you go.” Hook grinned. He reached out with his hooked hand and caught the tip of Tink’s trousers. He tugged it wider. Hook peeked at Tink’s hand around his dick. “Very nice.” Bloody hell! Tink stroked faster, knowing the sexy pirate watched. He squeezed harder. A groaned escaped his lips. “Almost there, Tink?” All he could do was nod as the pleasure built. Hook leaned forward. Tink came, watching as Hook opened his lips and took some of his cum into his mouth. “Oh hell. Bloody hell.” He came so hard that his eyes shut and his head fell back. Then heat filled his cheeks, and he opened one of those eyes. Tink had just come in the pirate captain’s mouth. Hook had jizz sprayed on his face. He stroked his long length violently before grunting and coming all over his thighs. That was so sexy to watch. Tink was still trying to catch his breath as he glanced out at the men still going at it. Hook sat back, laying an arm over Tink’s shoulders. “Very, very sexy,” he whispered. Tink blushed so hard he probably glowed. He glanced at the deck of naked pirates. Giveaway
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with the stunning green eyes, Pierce. They bring out feelings in her she had to destroy to survive. Then it comes out that the aliens are looking for something. Someone. To keep Earth safe, Nova will have to kill the queens. Every. Last. One. 14+ due to adult situations, violence
SNEAK PEEKHope imploded. The malin had flown her off the base and to their planet. Nova was so shocked she didn’t react when the malin grabbed her by her ponytail and yanked. “Stop!” . Her head jerked back. She landed on her butt, staring up at the green scaled alien. His nose slits leaked what she assumed was their blood. He clicked and hissed at her, then tugged on her hair until she stood. Her legs gave way so she limped or Nova feared he would drag her by her hair. What was she doing here? The question rolled around in her mind as they traveled not to the gleaming city but to a series of doors carved into a rock face. They opened, letting out stale air and… Nova gasped. Malins. Oh dritt, a lot of malins. At least a dozen turned from what they were doing to watch her. They quickly looked away, going back to whatever it was they were tasked with. A shake started to ravage her body. Oh feck, she was terrified. Her breath came in quick pants and her heart beat so fast all she could hear was thumping. Her legs were slow to lift and the malin hissed at her. He let go of her hair and she rammed her elbow into his body. Then she fled. Nova got all of four steps before another one grabbed her around the waist. “Let me go!” He threw her and she hit a rock wall with enough force to make her shoulder spike with pain. “You dirty bastards!” She wasn’t going to make this easy on them. Her father would have been proud of the way she kicked and punched as they tried to corral her. It was useless. She didn’t have enough muscle to do much and she had two of them working to contain her. Eventually one of them grabbed her ponytail again and another wrapped his arms around her legs. “You coward!” They lifted her and carried her down the dimly lit hall. “Put me down!” “Nova?” She jerked her head to the side. Was that … was that voice real? Some kind of field dropped and she was thrown. There was a second or two of weightlessness before someone caught her. A human. “Alex!” She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on for dear life. “Nova. You’re alive. You’re alive!” He held her tight. She never wanted him to let go. He was in this crazy mess with her. Suddenly it wasn’t impossible. That small sliver of hope returned. GIVEAWAY:
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 | He’s her number one fan. Thomas Helton has been obsessed with model Kendra Williams for over a decade. Beautiful and sensual, Kendra shows a seemingly tough exterior, but Thomas craves to break through the facade to see what truly lies beneath, and he’ll do anything to achieve it. She’s the woman everyone wants to see on her knees. Kendra Williams kneels to no one. She teases, she flirts, and she assumes all other poses, but she |
never submits or drops her picture-perfect mask—until she meets Thomas Helton.
The fetish photographer, well known for displaying not only the eroticism of BDSM but also the emotional bond behind it, appeals to her in the same way the man who made her averse to kneeling did. Common sense warns her to stay away, but Kendra finds herself getting inexorably closer.
Will she regret her decision, or will Thomas be the man to finally make her kneel?
Be Warned: BDSM, sex toys
The fetish photographer, well known for displaying not only the eroticism of BDSM but also the emotional bond behind it, appeals to her in the same way the man who made her averse to kneeling did. Common sense warns her to stay away, but Kendra finds herself getting inexorably closer.
Will she regret her decision, or will Thomas be the man to finally make her kneel?
Be Warned: BDSM, sex toys
Sneak Peek
Thomas squared his shoulders. This was it. The moment he’d been fantasizing about for years.
Kendra appeared from behind the screen, dressed in a flattering flower-printed summer dress that flared from her waist. Thomas swallowed. She walked toward them, hips swaying and a friendly smile curling her lips. His heart skipped a beat. She was everything he’d ever envisioned and more. Kendra was beauty personified. Seductive. Ethereal.
“Kendra, this is my friend, Thomas Helton. I don’t know if you’ve heard of him. He’s—”
“Thomas Helton, photographer-slash-reporter.”
“And your number-one fan,” Staerling added.
Thomas gaped. “You know who I am,” he managed to say after a moment. “I didn’t think you would.”
Kendra’s smile grew and her green eyes took on a playful light. She touched her hair coquettishly. Thomas’s heartbeat kicked up a notch.
“Of course. You emailed me, gosh, years ago, about doing a shoot. Unfortunately, our schedules never worked out.”
Thomas frowned. A scheduling problem? No, he’d remember if that had been the case.
“I never heard from you.”
“Oh.” Her lips formed a perfect O, and she laughed, the sound practiced and forced. Thomas sucked in his cheeks. He’d expected many things from Kendra, but he’d never contemplated her being a liar or a phony.
“You didn’t? I could have sworn I replied. If I didn’t, I apologize. In any case, I don’t think your style matches mine.” She lowered her lashes and averted her gaze.
Thomas cocked his head. There was something off about the redhead, a degree of uncertainty that permeated her gestures even if her words were spoken with feigned confidence. It called to him to dig deeper and find out more. Why did Kendra Williams put on a façade? This wasn’t a shoot. It was a conversation with a fellow human being.
“How come?” Thomas asked.
“I saw your portfolio.” Kendra shook her head, a cascade of red hair hiding her eyes from him. “Women kneeling, begging, looking up adoringly at their Dom.”
“And that’s not you? You’re a fetish model.”
Her head snapped up, steel resolve in her emerald depths and the thin line of her lips. “I don’t kneel. I don’t look adoringly at men. I tease. I flirt. I am unattainable. I’m the woman they all want to see on her knees but never will.”
She tilted her chin in defiance. Her words were full of determination and strength, but for some reason, they sounded rehearsed, as if they were part of a script she’d acted out hundreds of times. Gone was the natural flow he’d seen in her Instagram stories or her YouTube videos in which she spoke about makeup and safe sex. Thomas held her gaze. There was something there, a sensation which made the back of his neck prickle with the kind of awareness he only experienced when he was near a submissive. The redhead blinked, her gaze dropping for a fraction of a second before making its way back up. Thomas’s breath caught. It’d been barely a glimpse, but enough for him to see the vulnerability. His mind reeled.
“Kendra doesn’t kneel to any man,” Staerling piped in, reminding him of his presence and breaking the tension.
Kendra veered to the tycoon. “That’s right. I don’t kneel to anyone.”
“Perhaps you haven’t found the right person to kneel to,” Thomas blurted.
Kendra’s nervous titter made the hairs on his arms stand. It was the kind of laughter he’d only heard in women with secrets. Questions crowded his mind. On the outside, Kendra had everything. Beauty, fame, a successful career. On the inside, she was a creature in hiding, putting on a show to keep everyone away. Thomas’s hands itched. He had to find out more. To peel back the layers of protection this woman he’d idolized for years had built around her persona and discover what lay beneath. Who was Kendra Williams and what was she hiding?
“Are you suggesting you could make me kneel?” she asked, placing her hands on her hips.
Thomas grinned.
“I’m not suggesting anything. I’m certain I could.”
Kendra appeared from behind the screen, dressed in a flattering flower-printed summer dress that flared from her waist. Thomas swallowed. She walked toward them, hips swaying and a friendly smile curling her lips. His heart skipped a beat. She was everything he’d ever envisioned and more. Kendra was beauty personified. Seductive. Ethereal.
“Kendra, this is my friend, Thomas Helton. I don’t know if you’ve heard of him. He’s—”
“Thomas Helton, photographer-slash-reporter.”
“And your number-one fan,” Staerling added.
Thomas gaped. “You know who I am,” he managed to say after a moment. “I didn’t think you would.”
Kendra’s smile grew and her green eyes took on a playful light. She touched her hair coquettishly. Thomas’s heartbeat kicked up a notch.
“Of course. You emailed me, gosh, years ago, about doing a shoot. Unfortunately, our schedules never worked out.”
Thomas frowned. A scheduling problem? No, he’d remember if that had been the case.
“I never heard from you.”
“Oh.” Her lips formed a perfect O, and she laughed, the sound practiced and forced. Thomas sucked in his cheeks. He’d expected many things from Kendra, but he’d never contemplated her being a liar or a phony.
“You didn’t? I could have sworn I replied. If I didn’t, I apologize. In any case, I don’t think your style matches mine.” She lowered her lashes and averted her gaze.
Thomas cocked his head. There was something off about the redhead, a degree of uncertainty that permeated her gestures even if her words were spoken with feigned confidence. It called to him to dig deeper and find out more. Why did Kendra Williams put on a façade? This wasn’t a shoot. It was a conversation with a fellow human being.
“How come?” Thomas asked.
“I saw your portfolio.” Kendra shook her head, a cascade of red hair hiding her eyes from him. “Women kneeling, begging, looking up adoringly at their Dom.”
“And that’s not you? You’re a fetish model.”
Her head snapped up, steel resolve in her emerald depths and the thin line of her lips. “I don’t kneel. I don’t look adoringly at men. I tease. I flirt. I am unattainable. I’m the woman they all want to see on her knees but never will.”
She tilted her chin in defiance. Her words were full of determination and strength, but for some reason, they sounded rehearsed, as if they were part of a script she’d acted out hundreds of times. Gone was the natural flow he’d seen in her Instagram stories or her YouTube videos in which she spoke about makeup and safe sex. Thomas held her gaze. There was something there, a sensation which made the back of his neck prickle with the kind of awareness he only experienced when he was near a submissive. The redhead blinked, her gaze dropping for a fraction of a second before making its way back up. Thomas’s breath caught. It’d been barely a glimpse, but enough for him to see the vulnerability. His mind reeled.
“Kendra doesn’t kneel to any man,” Staerling piped in, reminding him of his presence and breaking the tension.
Kendra veered to the tycoon. “That’s right. I don’t kneel to anyone.”
“Perhaps you haven’t found the right person to kneel to,” Thomas blurted.
Kendra’s nervous titter made the hairs on his arms stand. It was the kind of laughter he’d only heard in women with secrets. Questions crowded his mind. On the outside, Kendra had everything. Beauty, fame, a successful career. On the inside, she was a creature in hiding, putting on a show to keep everyone away. Thomas’s hands itched. He had to find out more. To peel back the layers of protection this woman he’d idolized for years had built around her persona and discover what lay beneath. Who was Kendra Williams and what was she hiding?
“Are you suggesting you could make me kneel?” she asked, placing her hands on her hips.
Thomas grinned.
“I’m not suggesting anything. I’m certain I could.”
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 | As a soul catcher’s assistant, April Lopez understood demons. But one psychotic sidhe bent on turning the human race into a colony of reptilian zombies sent her into a fate she never expected…an excursion to Middle Earth. The adventure turns her world inside out. Days after her arrival, images of a prior life plague her with more questions than answers. She searches to understand how the pieces are tied together and finds herself in the arms of Zorith’s leader. With his violet eyes and stoic personality, Sarielle Torian challenges her like no other man. She fights the attraction, but can’t deny the sizzling passion stirring in her heart. |
Sarielle Torian, an ancient Atlantean priest has no time for fun or shadowing a female determined to bring Agartha into the conflicts of the surface dwellers. April wears an ancient relic containing an encrypted message. A secret that will forever change their lives…
Sarielle can think of nothing else but keeping the community of Zorith safe. When April worms her way into his world, he must chose to cling to his beliefs or risk his heart and fall in love. Can Sarielle and April surrender to a passion that transcends time?
Sarielle can think of nothing else but keeping the community of Zorith safe. When April worms her way into his world, he must chose to cling to his beliefs or risk his heart and fall in love. Can Sarielle and April surrender to a passion that transcends time?
Sneak Peek:
April Lopez let her eyes roam across the darkened landscape, better known as the midnight sun. Steep crystal icebergs of the Arctic Circle loomed in the distance like a kaleidoscope of color. A glorious magic filled her heart as she embraced the northern aurora looming over the Alaskan skyline. The witching hour. She closed her eyes, searching for reassurance that traveling to Middle Earth was the right decision. She pictured the lapis lazuli and gold leaf pendant nestled warm against her breast. Her mentor teacher, claimed the pendant guaranteed her entrance into the golden city.
Her throat tightened. “I can’t do it,” she whispered. The snowmobile took her to the small entrance hidden in the Arctic Circle. The icy wind whirled around her, making her cheeks numb. Her eyelashes were like frozen toothpicks. She longed to cuddle under the blankets in her Sedona apartment. Instead, she’d journey through tunnels to find a man rumored to be a priest of the old Atlantean world. Panic seized her good intentions. Middle Earth. That’s insanity! But if she turned back, how many people might perish because of her cowardice? She had to reach the central city of Agartha and ask for the priest’s help in stopping Ursula and the Archon from enslaving humanity. As a gemologist and lover of stones, the excitement to study the inner core of the planet would rank as a spectacular adventure if not for the horror facing Sedona after the Archon’s return.
April looked around for Tamara, a Cait Sith sidhe shifter, who’d agreed to accompany her through the tunnels and into the caverns. Two green eyes flashed before Tamara’s body materialized in a belted, black snow jacket and diamond-patterned warmers over her arms and legs. Tamara’s ebony hair glistened along her shoulders and over her dainty breasts. She was petite for a woman, but April knew mighty strength hid in the smallest of sidhe folks.
A rumble frightened her, and she closed her eyes to calm a nervous mind. After her nerves settled, she reached over and embraced her companion. “You don’t have to make this journey.”
Tamara hissed and twitched her nose. “Money’s good.”
“That reason is not why you’re helping me.”
A snicker escaped her cool exterior. “The evil bitch will pay.” Tamara turned away and surveyed the area.
April honored her need for privacy. Tamara still hadn’t grieved her cousin’s death—instead, she’d agreed to risk her life on this crazy journey to a world that held the unknown.
Her throat tightened. “I can’t do it,” she whispered. The snowmobile took her to the small entrance hidden in the Arctic Circle. The icy wind whirled around her, making her cheeks numb. Her eyelashes were like frozen toothpicks. She longed to cuddle under the blankets in her Sedona apartment. Instead, she’d journey through tunnels to find a man rumored to be a priest of the old Atlantean world. Panic seized her good intentions. Middle Earth. That’s insanity! But if she turned back, how many people might perish because of her cowardice? She had to reach the central city of Agartha and ask for the priest’s help in stopping Ursula and the Archon from enslaving humanity. As a gemologist and lover of stones, the excitement to study the inner core of the planet would rank as a spectacular adventure if not for the horror facing Sedona after the Archon’s return.
April looked around for Tamara, a Cait Sith sidhe shifter, who’d agreed to accompany her through the tunnels and into the caverns. Two green eyes flashed before Tamara’s body materialized in a belted, black snow jacket and diamond-patterned warmers over her arms and legs. Tamara’s ebony hair glistened along her shoulders and over her dainty breasts. She was petite for a woman, but April knew mighty strength hid in the smallest of sidhe folks.
A rumble frightened her, and she closed her eyes to calm a nervous mind. After her nerves settled, she reached over and embraced her companion. “You don’t have to make this journey.”
Tamara hissed and twitched her nose. “Money’s good.”
“That reason is not why you’re helping me.”
A snicker escaped her cool exterior. “The evil bitch will pay.” Tamara turned away and surveyed the area.
April honored her need for privacy. Tamara still hadn’t grieved her cousin’s death—instead, she’d agreed to risk her life on this crazy journey to a world that held the unknown.
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 | At the age of forty-nine, Jacqui’s been through divorce and cancer. Her only thoughts are to survive, never thinking she’ll ever find love again. Grant, twelve years Jacqui’s junior, learned a lot about her through a mutual friend, and somehow knew he’d make her his. Age is the last thing on his mind. Can the young stud convince the beautiful cougar that love is worth another chance? |
Sneak Peek!
What the hell was I thinking?
Jacqui stood outside the doors of the gym with her stomach in knots. Labored breathes and shaky exhales had her on the verge of hyperventilating and passing out. The misty spring morning did little to cool her as sweat coated her body—and she hadn’t even begun a workout. Agreeing to meet her best friend suddenly didn’t seem like such a bright idea, and she contemplated turning right around, getting in her car, and returning to her condo on the other side of Seattle.
Forcing herself to calm down, she struggled to draw air into her lungs, determined not to disappoint her friend.
Julie—aka, Julz—had urged Jacqui years prior, more adamantly in the recent months, to join her at the facility, but she’d been reluctant to say the least. Did she need to get back into a routine and continue building her strength after what she’d been through? Absolutely. Was she ready for it to take place in a public setting? Not so much. But Jacqui had finally given in, hoping to appease her friend. She knew it was the least she could do for all the times Julz had been by her side, supporting her through the darkest period of her life.
Both women were divorced at the age of forty-nine, and while Julz was eager to find her next Mr. Right, Jacqui couldn’t care less at this point if she ever found love again. Not that she had it in the first place, thinking back on her marriage, and given how easily her husband had so callously left her once she had received her cancer diagnosis. Truth be told, their relationship had become strained and they were already on their way toward separation shortly before she got sick. He used her illness as his escape.
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Pushing aside that train of thought, Jacqui took a fortifying breath, grabbed the handle of the door, and stepped inside. As she continued to scan, she caught sight of Julz on an elliptical, right next to Evan, an admittedly handsome blond man. She stood a moment longer, feeling her mouth curve into a smile as Julz unabashedly threw her head back and hooted with laughter, uncaring that she drew a few curious stares.
“She’s quite a sight, isn’t she?”
Jacqui startled at the deep voice next to her and turned to stare at the expanse of an impressive chest. Her gaze traveled upward and met with the most intense hazel eyes she’d ever seen. The man who managed to move to her side without her knowing was simply gorgeous, as if he belonged in a magazine spread. Jacqui was dumbfounded and speechless—a situation she’d never been in before. Unable to look away or form a reply, she watched as his full lips smiled on his perfectly sculpted face.
“Hi Jacqui, I’m Grant Miller, owner and trainer. Julie asked me to keep an eye out for you.”
Jacqui stood outside the doors of the gym with her stomach in knots. Labored breathes and shaky exhales had her on the verge of hyperventilating and passing out. The misty spring morning did little to cool her as sweat coated her body—and she hadn’t even begun a workout. Agreeing to meet her best friend suddenly didn’t seem like such a bright idea, and she contemplated turning right around, getting in her car, and returning to her condo on the other side of Seattle.
Forcing herself to calm down, she struggled to draw air into her lungs, determined not to disappoint her friend.
Julie—aka, Julz—had urged Jacqui years prior, more adamantly in the recent months, to join her at the facility, but she’d been reluctant to say the least. Did she need to get back into a routine and continue building her strength after what she’d been through? Absolutely. Was she ready for it to take place in a public setting? Not so much. But Jacqui had finally given in, hoping to appease her friend. She knew it was the least she could do for all the times Julz had been by her side, supporting her through the darkest period of her life.
Both women were divorced at the age of forty-nine, and while Julz was eager to find her next Mr. Right, Jacqui couldn’t care less at this point if she ever found love again. Not that she had it in the first place, thinking back on her marriage, and given how easily her husband had so callously left her once she had received her cancer diagnosis. Truth be told, their relationship had become strained and they were already on their way toward separation shortly before she got sick. He used her illness as his escape.
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Pushing aside that train of thought, Jacqui took a fortifying breath, grabbed the handle of the door, and stepped inside. As she continued to scan, she caught sight of Julz on an elliptical, right next to Evan, an admittedly handsome blond man. She stood a moment longer, feeling her mouth curve into a smile as Julz unabashedly threw her head back and hooted with laughter, uncaring that she drew a few curious stares.
“She’s quite a sight, isn’t she?”
Jacqui startled at the deep voice next to her and turned to stare at the expanse of an impressive chest. Her gaze traveled upward and met with the most intense hazel eyes she’d ever seen. The man who managed to move to her side without her knowing was simply gorgeous, as if he belonged in a magazine spread. Jacqui was dumbfounded and speechless—a situation she’d never been in before. Unable to look away or form a reply, she watched as his full lips smiled on his perfectly sculpted face.
“Hi Jacqui, I’m Grant Miller, owner and trainer. Julie asked me to keep an eye out for you.”
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 | A lifesaving antidote grows as a rare rose on an isle full of faerie lore. Healer Ursula Fraser won’t risk delivering her best friend’s twins without it, but first she’ll need a guide and a miracle. Both come in the form of battle-scarred laird Alasdair MacLeod, a Highlander who seeks to avenge his father’s death and claim the title, Lord of the Isles. He requires an heir, not a wife. But when he offers her his guidance, he also offers her his bed and a bargain. Insulted, but fearless, Ursula expects she’ll triumph without sacrifice until Alasdair takes a potion of accidental |
attraction and she’s certain he’s confusing love with infatuation. Even when he risks all to save her from the murderous MacDonalds, is her price too high to pay for him?
Will this Highlander who harbors a family secret keep her from returning to Fyvie Castle in time for the twins' delivery? Or will a faerie prophecy filled with magic and a roll of the dice settle all the scores?
The answers lie in The Secret of Skye Isle.
Will this Highlander who harbors a family secret keep her from returning to Fyvie Castle in time for the twins' delivery? Or will a faerie prophecy filled with magic and a roll of the dice settle all the scores?
The answers lie in The Secret of Skye Isle.
SNEAK PEEK!
“Don’t quit your day job.” That’s a famous phrase used to keep aspiring painters, musicians, writers…creative-types from making the mistake of confusing passion for their craft with making a living at it. Even once they are successful, the temptation to stay with the day job is easier than taking the leap of faith, so they moonlight.
Marisa Dillon is keeping her day job because she loves it, but moonlighting in the middle ages because she has a passion for it. Literally!
“The Secret of Skye Isle,” is the recently released third title in the Ladies of Lore series from Soul Mate Publishing. “Yes, there are three in the series,” says Dillon, “because series are more profitable than standalone titles.”
Well, that appears to be true before you analyze any data. You don’t have to look much farther than the “Harry Potter” and “Hunger Games” series to see the impact and financial success these efforts have had for J.K Rowling and Suzanne Collins.
“I knew I wanted to write a series even before I found out it was the smart business thing to do,” Dillon says.
In the “The Secret of Skye Isle,” Marisa combined her love of Scotland and the mystery of Faerie lore. “Before I wrote this book, I took a trip to the Isle of Skye to visit the castles I write about and ask the locals about faeires. Modern day Highlanders beliefs haven’t faltered over hundreds of years. Faeires are to be believed.”
But when it came to writing this book, Dillon said, she had today’s modern historical romance reader in mind. Here’s an excerpt that may get you hooked…
No matter what they called her, she was different from any woman he’d ever met. The clan was clamoring for an heir, but Alasdair didnae want to marry just to provide a son for his followers. Ursula appeared to be a woman who would consider bartering for what she wanted. Most healers preferred not to marry. Alasdair himself was of the same mind. Although he was a descendent of faerie blood, he rarely considered his skills magical.
Aye, the lass, Ursula, would be his goal. Even without her magic, he wanted her. The prophecy might be true after all, but it was too early to tell. She would have to return to the faerie pools with him to be certain.
Ursula spun around to find no words. Her mouth was clearly her enemy as it hung open to her utter embarrassment.
“Alasdair MacLeod, Eighth Laird of Dunvegan, at yer service,” he said in a heavy brogue, then he swung low in an exaggerated bow as if it was foreign to him.
Marisa Dillon is keeping her day job because she loves it, but moonlighting in the middle ages because she has a passion for it. Literally!
“The Secret of Skye Isle,” is the recently released third title in the Ladies of Lore series from Soul Mate Publishing. “Yes, there are three in the series,” says Dillon, “because series are more profitable than standalone titles.”
Well, that appears to be true before you analyze any data. You don’t have to look much farther than the “Harry Potter” and “Hunger Games” series to see the impact and financial success these efforts have had for J.K Rowling and Suzanne Collins.
“I knew I wanted to write a series even before I found out it was the smart business thing to do,” Dillon says.
In the “The Secret of Skye Isle,” Marisa combined her love of Scotland and the mystery of Faerie lore. “Before I wrote this book, I took a trip to the Isle of Skye to visit the castles I write about and ask the locals about faeires. Modern day Highlanders beliefs haven’t faltered over hundreds of years. Faeires are to be believed.”
But when it came to writing this book, Dillon said, she had today’s modern historical romance reader in mind. Here’s an excerpt that may get you hooked…
No matter what they called her, she was different from any woman he’d ever met. The clan was clamoring for an heir, but Alasdair didnae want to marry just to provide a son for his followers. Ursula appeared to be a woman who would consider bartering for what she wanted. Most healers preferred not to marry. Alasdair himself was of the same mind. Although he was a descendent of faerie blood, he rarely considered his skills magical.
Aye, the lass, Ursula, would be his goal. Even without her magic, he wanted her. The prophecy might be true after all, but it was too early to tell. She would have to return to the faerie pools with him to be certain.
Ursula spun around to find no words. Her mouth was clearly her enemy as it hung open to her utter embarrassment.
“Alasdair MacLeod, Eighth Laird of Dunvegan, at yer service,” he said in a heavy brogue, then he swung low in an exaggerated bow as if it was foreign to him.
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When Reese Alston heard about Mystic Pines, he had to admit to being intrigued by the idea of a town that would accept everyone for who they were. But when he moved there in hopes of opening an animal daycare, he found that not everyone was as accepting as he wished. An animal lover at heart, Reese was dismayed to find out that Spencer Clarke was adamant no pets would ever be allowed in his resort.
Will they be able to come to a compromise? Or will one husky have to outwit them both to see the future they were meant to have?
Warning: This series takes place in the middle of the Alaskan Triangle. Anything could happen, from Bigfoot, to aliens, to disappearances and upside-down trees, so expect the unexpected.
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Warning: This series takes place in the middle of the Alaskan Triangle. Anything could happen, from Bigfoot, to aliens, to disappearances and upside-down trees, so expect the unexpected.
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Spencer tried to keep a straight face, but he was finding it challenging. Axom was a big man. At six-foot-five and easily three hundred pounds of well-defined muscle, he was the epitome of a mountain man, which considering he grew up in the hills of Tennessee, made sense.
That was why seeing Axom face down, with his legs splayed out, his skirt riding up to show off his naked ass - because apparently ghosts aren’t meant to wear underwear? – and his ginger beard and hair that was now white as snow covered much of it, had Spencer doing everything he could not to laugh his butt off. In the end, he failed miserably.
Then again, how could he not? That was especially true, when Axon had to spit out a mouthful of snow when he said, “Not funny.”
If only it had stopped there, but, since they’d met in college their freshmen year, Spencer had learned when it came to Axom, it never did. The man was a walking accident. For normal people, sure they might have slipped on the ice, but they’d get back up, brush themselves off and continue on their way. But not Axom.
No. It was never that simple.
When Axom put his bare hands down, which Spencer couldn’t imagine doing on ice but somehow it didn’t stop his friend, and Axom started to push up from the ground, he let out a very unmanly scream that had to have been three octaves higher than his normal voice.
“I know the ice is cold, but it’s not going to get any warmer, so suck it up and let’s get going.” Spencer might be wearing a t-shirt, long-sleeved shirt, sweater, fleece coat, and a heavy winter coat, but he was still cold as fuck. “Come on, I’d like to get some hot coffee and try to warm up. With any luck they have the fire going.”
Spencer had been born and raised in the plains of Iowa, where the winters were bitter, especially when there was no stopping the fierce winds from blowing in, but that didn’t mean he wanted to keep experiencing it. He should have gone with his original plan to find a place in the south where he could settle down.
If only the allure of being part owner of a town, as well as own a resort hotel, hadn’t of been so damned tempting. He could be basking on a beach somewhere right then if he hadn’t allowed his stupid ambition to get in the way.
“I can’t,” Axom squeaked out.
“Really?” Spencer sighed as he leaned down to put a hand on Axom’s arm to help pull him up.
Before he could do much of anything, Axom screamed, “Nooooo.” The piercing sound as well as the raw terror he heard in his friend’s voice had Spencer frowning down at the man.
He was ready to just leave him there. Well, not really. He wasn’t about to let Axom freeze to death, but he had to admit to being tempted.
“Come on, man, I’m cold. Get up,” Spencer told him.
“I can’t. I’m stuck,” Axom groaned as if he were in tremendous pain.
Spencer rolled his eyes. “How many times do I need to tell you to wear gloves?”
“It’s not my…” Axom stopped as he wiggled his arm, only to realize he wasn’t able to move it. “Fuck. Apparently, I’m stuck in two places.”
Frowning, Spencer looked down at his friend. “If it isn’t your hands then what…”
Spencer could feel his eyes grow large as he stared at Axom’s bare ass. His skirt had completely come up over the man’s large hips, leaving everything exposed.
That was why seeing Axom face down, with his legs splayed out, his skirt riding up to show off his naked ass - because apparently ghosts aren’t meant to wear underwear? – and his ginger beard and hair that was now white as snow covered much of it, had Spencer doing everything he could not to laugh his butt off. In the end, he failed miserably.
Then again, how could he not? That was especially true, when Axon had to spit out a mouthful of snow when he said, “Not funny.”
If only it had stopped there, but, since they’d met in college their freshmen year, Spencer had learned when it came to Axom, it never did. The man was a walking accident. For normal people, sure they might have slipped on the ice, but they’d get back up, brush themselves off and continue on their way. But not Axom.
No. It was never that simple.
When Axom put his bare hands down, which Spencer couldn’t imagine doing on ice but somehow it didn’t stop his friend, and Axom started to push up from the ground, he let out a very unmanly scream that had to have been three octaves higher than his normal voice.
“I know the ice is cold, but it’s not going to get any warmer, so suck it up and let’s get going.” Spencer might be wearing a t-shirt, long-sleeved shirt, sweater, fleece coat, and a heavy winter coat, but he was still cold as fuck. “Come on, I’d like to get some hot coffee and try to warm up. With any luck they have the fire going.”
Spencer had been born and raised in the plains of Iowa, where the winters were bitter, especially when there was no stopping the fierce winds from blowing in, but that didn’t mean he wanted to keep experiencing it. He should have gone with his original plan to find a place in the south where he could settle down.
If only the allure of being part owner of a town, as well as own a resort hotel, hadn’t of been so damned tempting. He could be basking on a beach somewhere right then if he hadn’t allowed his stupid ambition to get in the way.
“I can’t,” Axom squeaked out.
“Really?” Spencer sighed as he leaned down to put a hand on Axom’s arm to help pull him up.
Before he could do much of anything, Axom screamed, “Nooooo.” The piercing sound as well as the raw terror he heard in his friend’s voice had Spencer frowning down at the man.
He was ready to just leave him there. Well, not really. He wasn’t about to let Axom freeze to death, but he had to admit to being tempted.
“Come on, man, I’m cold. Get up,” Spencer told him.
“I can’t. I’m stuck,” Axom groaned as if he were in tremendous pain.
Spencer rolled his eyes. “How many times do I need to tell you to wear gloves?”
“It’s not my…” Axom stopped as he wiggled his arm, only to realize he wasn’t able to move it. “Fuck. Apparently, I’m stuck in two places.”
Frowning, Spencer looked down at his friend. “If it isn’t your hands then what…”
Spencer could feel his eyes grow large as he stared at Axom’s bare ass. His skirt had completely come up over the man’s large hips, leaving everything exposed.
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Designated bait slut. Hardly the job Charli dreamed of growing up, but as a single parent with a toddler to protect her choices are limited. She cruises the local bars looking for unsuspecting victims to lure into the pack’s clutches. The future looks bleak until she runs into her childhood sweetheart in a downtown pub.
Wyatt is in town for his semi-annual meeting with his pack’s financial advisor. This trip, though, he finds more than a good return on investment. The moment he lays eyes on Charli he realizes she is his mate, the one female who can complete his life. He’s determined to convince her to bond with him. From a tooth and claw fight with her Alpha, to reading bedtime stories to her daughter, he’ll do whatever it takes to get her to say “Yes.”
Wyatt is in town for his semi-annual meeting with his pack’s financial advisor. This trip, though, he finds more than a good return on investment. The moment he lays eyes on Charli he realizes she is his mate, the one female who can complete his life. He’s determined to convince her to bond with him. From a tooth and claw fight with her Alpha, to reading bedtime stories to her daughter, he’ll do whatever it takes to get her to say “Yes.”
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She loved the feel of hard-packed dirt beneath her paws, the wind ruffling her fur as she moved.
Life was so much simpler as a wolf. She felt strong, powerful, invincible. All the doubts and insecurities that plagued her as a human melted away like the morning banks of fog along the edge of the Bow River. The forest became her playground. Here she could run until her sides heaved and her paws ached. She could hunt small game, or chase the deer that took advantage of this beautiful park within the city. Indulging her less civilized instincts was one of the few things that helped her to keep her sanity these days.
A marmot scurried across the path in front of her and she pounced, letting the little creature go after a playful toss in the air. Meat wasn’t what she craved right now. She felt restless, edgy.
She glanced back to make sure Wyatt was still following her. Yeah, she craved him, craved his touch, his hands on her naked flesh. Forbidden thoughts flickered through her mind. She felt reckless, ready to risk anything to get what she desired.
She paused and lifted her muzzle, testing the scents carried on the cool mountain breeze. She could detect no other wolf in the area. Just the two of them. Wyatt and her. Male and female.
She blinked, her voice faltering for a moment as she felt an unfamiliar sensation in the back of her mind. A presence. Wyatt? She’d heard tell of wolves that could communicate with each other without words. Mates who bonded for life were said to have that ability. She’d never felt it, though. She knew Henry, the Alpha, could track her by some sort of unfortunate connection, but he couldn’t tell what she was thinking. He wasn’t inside her head.
And neither was Wyatt.
She gave her head a hard shake. She was losing it. The stress of her crappy life was causing her to hallucinate. Sure, she wanted Wyatt in a very basic, sexual way. Emotions, bonds, that silly thing people liked to call love, none of them had any place in her life. What she felt for Wyatt was lust. Pure, unadulterated lust.
An itch she intended to scratch very, very soon.
She hesitated for a split second. Deep inside her, a tiny voice objected. This is insane. It’s not worth the risk. Henry will go berserk. He’s not worth the risk. Stop before it’s too late.
She ignored the voice.
Life was so much simpler as a wolf. She felt strong, powerful, invincible. All the doubts and insecurities that plagued her as a human melted away like the morning banks of fog along the edge of the Bow River. The forest became her playground. Here she could run until her sides heaved and her paws ached. She could hunt small game, or chase the deer that took advantage of this beautiful park within the city. Indulging her less civilized instincts was one of the few things that helped her to keep her sanity these days.
A marmot scurried across the path in front of her and she pounced, letting the little creature go after a playful toss in the air. Meat wasn’t what she craved right now. She felt restless, edgy.
She glanced back to make sure Wyatt was still following her. Yeah, she craved him, craved his touch, his hands on her naked flesh. Forbidden thoughts flickered through her mind. She felt reckless, ready to risk anything to get what she desired.
She paused and lifted her muzzle, testing the scents carried on the cool mountain breeze. She could detect no other wolf in the area. Just the two of them. Wyatt and her. Male and female.
She blinked, her voice faltering for a moment as she felt an unfamiliar sensation in the back of her mind. A presence. Wyatt? She’d heard tell of wolves that could communicate with each other without words. Mates who bonded for life were said to have that ability. She’d never felt it, though. She knew Henry, the Alpha, could track her by some sort of unfortunate connection, but he couldn’t tell what she was thinking. He wasn’t inside her head.
And neither was Wyatt.
She gave her head a hard shake. She was losing it. The stress of her crappy life was causing her to hallucinate. Sure, she wanted Wyatt in a very basic, sexual way. Emotions, bonds, that silly thing people liked to call love, none of them had any place in her life. What she felt for Wyatt was lust. Pure, unadulterated lust.
An itch she intended to scratch very, very soon.
She hesitated for a split second. Deep inside her, a tiny voice objected. This is insane. It’s not worth the risk. Henry will go berserk. He’s not worth the risk. Stop before it’s too late.
She ignored the voice.
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 | A woman in need of protection. A Vicious MC enforcer. One wicked plan of revenge. I spend a decade running from the demons of my past until they show up at the Vicious Vipers MC compound in need of my help. I failed to watch over the one woman who meant everything to me, even if she wasn’t mine. But, I will not fail in protecting her daughter, despite the crime lords gunning for her. She’s feisty and fierce, and off limits, but damn if my |
body and mind aren’t on the same page.
She might not think she needs looking after, but I will fulfill my promise to her father to keep her safe—even if the cost is my life for hers.
She might not think she needs looking after, but I will fulfill my promise to her father to keep her safe—even if the cost is my life for hers.
Interview with Lynn Burke
Where is your favorite place to write?
I'm a sucker for silence, so in front of my computer while the three spawn are at school is ideal. I can also be found jotting down a scene with pen and paper while making dinner if inspiration strikes.
What inspires you as an author?
Inspiration comes from various places—a guy ahead of me in line at the post office, a woman I pass in the grocery store, a picturesque cabin in the middle of the woods, a clam shack...
What are you working on next and when can we expect to see it?
Up next is Stone’s story – Ruthless Sentinel, Vicious Vipers 2! It’s all plotted (as of this moment in time) and I just need to get typing away. With the holidays, though, it’ll be tough. Family all over the place, zero silence...yeah. won’t be easy.
How do you spend your free time?
I'm either outside in my garden, cooking, cleaning, or reading. I could totally be a hermit. ;)
Rapid fire questions just for fun:
Coffee or tea?
COFFEE A MILLION TIMES OVER!
Morning person or night owl?
MORNING!
Cats or dogs?
I have 2 cats who actually could care less about the xmas tree. Go figure.
Gold or silver?
Silver
Dom or sub?
IF I lived that lifestyle, I might actually be a switch. Both definitely appeal to me.
Chocolate or caramel?
Both. Together.
I'm a sucker for silence, so in front of my computer while the three spawn are at school is ideal. I can also be found jotting down a scene with pen and paper while making dinner if inspiration strikes.
What inspires you as an author?
Inspiration comes from various places—a guy ahead of me in line at the post office, a woman I pass in the grocery store, a picturesque cabin in the middle of the woods, a clam shack...
What are you working on next and when can we expect to see it?
Up next is Stone’s story – Ruthless Sentinel, Vicious Vipers 2! It’s all plotted (as of this moment in time) and I just need to get typing away. With the holidays, though, it’ll be tough. Family all over the place, zero silence...yeah. won’t be easy.
How do you spend your free time?
I'm either outside in my garden, cooking, cleaning, or reading. I could totally be a hermit. ;)
Rapid fire questions just for fun:
Coffee or tea?
COFFEE A MILLION TIMES OVER!
Morning person or night owl?
MORNING!
Cats or dogs?
I have 2 cats who actually could care less about the xmas tree. Go figure.
Gold or silver?
Silver
Dom or sub?
IF I lived that lifestyle, I might actually be a switch. Both definitely appeal to me.
Chocolate or caramel?
Both. Together.
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