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Monster or hero?
My name is Larkspur and I was born in the Colony, a labyrinth of tunnels and caves miles beneath the surface designed for prisoners. Being born among the criminals isn't an easy childhood. But I have a secret, my nails turn into sharp claws. I learned early how to fight dirty, hide well and never trust. All too soon, our world changes. Something happens to the prospering world above. The criminals desiring freedom and revenge push toward the surface. Me among them. Humanity needs a hero, now more than ever, but all they get is me, a monster from the darkness. |
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 Astrid Carlisle enjoys her job at Satera Industries, the massive interplanetary organization whose enigmatic leader is concerned with profits first and legalities second. Stationed at company headquarters, she can stay out of harm’s way while making good use of her programming skills and keen eye for talent acquisition. Unfortunately, both the busy nature of her work and her office’s remote location leave her feeling dissatisfied with her personal life. Fresh out of the Central United Space Marines, Tabitha Knox is ready for change, hoping the next stage in her career can take place in the private sector. Employment with Satera Industries would offer her the exciting, fast-paced work she craves, with generous financial compensation to match. All she has to do is get through the rigorous screening process and prove her worth. The two women meet during the early stages of Tabitha’s application, and their mutual attraction is instant. However, Astrid has been hurt in the past and is cautious about moving too quickly, leading her to devise a plan. She suggests the pair enter the simulations used to test applicants and fight their way through the various environments. If Tabitha can successfully track her down in each phase, she’ll win the ultimate prize: a lucrative job, plus Astrid’s trust and submission. Everything she wants is within reach, but will she be able to achieve her dreams while hunting Astrid? Hunting Astrid is a futuristic sci fi slow-burn FF romance from the talented author Thea Landen. A few words from Thea Landen...When planning out a new book, one of the first things I do is decide whether to write it in first-person or third-person point of view. I know, I know, I really should be focusing on one and developing my distinctive style or voice. But one of the nice things about being an indie author is there are fewer “rules.” I can do what I feel is best for the story I want to tell without feeling limited by what I’ve done in the past. For me, there are pros and cons for both first-person and third-person. I don’t have a strong preference, though I will say that when I’m writing in first-person, it can be a challenge to develop a character who doesn’t just sound like Thea-the-real-person. It’s argued that a little bit of the author is bound to come through in everything they write, and there’s nothing wrong with that, of course. However, I don’t want all my books to sound like I’m the one telling you a story. With first-person especially, I want the story to come from the characters themselves. Okay, so how do I choose? Most of the time, if I’m going to be writing something that involves a lot of world-building, with all the descriptive prose to go along with it, I opt for third-person. I’m not saying it can’t be done in first-person, but when there’s a lot of description going on, it tends to flow more naturally coming from an outside narrator. Most of us don’t walk down the street and spend a lot of time thinking about what precise shade of blue the sky is, or how the road twists and turns like a snake, or the gentle way the breeze is ruffling the leaves on the trees. (Well, some of us might. Authors especially. You do you, I won’t judge!) Even before I plotted out all the details, I knew Hunting Astrid was going to need a lot of such description. Through the use of virtual reality, Astrid and her potential love interest Tabitha travel through a variety of different settings. I wanted each scene to feel distinctive, and I’m not sure if I could have accomplished that by writing in first-person; in other words, by having Astrid herself describe her creations to the readers. Let’s take a look at some examples, starting with Astrid’s “real” world, aboard the train she takes to and from work: Outside the windows, the angles of the metallic skyscrapers gradually shifted into the softer lines of the trees flanking the streets of residential neighborhoods. The soothing music piped in to the commuter car helped further erase the stresses of the day, and she let her gaze drift around her surroundings. Her tranquil state was short-lived, however, as she caught sight of a familiar face. We’re seeing and hearing the scene through Astrid’s eyes and ears, but it doesn’t feel forced. For me, I’m not sure if I’d be consciously aware of ambient music relaxing me, or if I’d just notice feeling more relaxed because of it. Could this passage be written in first-person and still be effective? Sure, but I need to consider the story as a whole. Here’s the first simulation Astrid and Tabitha enter together: Snow swirled over the valley in gritty gray flakes, stinging any parts of Astrid’s skin left exposed by her gear. She squinted into the wind as she clutched her rifle to her chest, trying to determine her location on the map she’d seen from so many angles while working at her desk. Although the storm made it difficult for her to see, she could make out some shadowy buildings in the distance. If this happened to me and I were relaying my version of events to a listener, I might mention something stinging my skin, but I doubt I’d think of the weather conditions as “gritty gray flakes,” nor would I refer to “shadowy buildings” in those precise words. Again, I’m not saying it can’t be done. To me, this level of description simply makes more sense in third-person. One more example of a simulation: Little sunlight penetrated the thick tangle of branches far above Astrid’s head, casting the rainforest in an eerie dim glow. Insects chirped and buzzed on a continuous loop, nearly as loud as the wind in the previous scene. Damp air and the scent of rotting leaves filled her lungs and nose when she inhaled, and a trickle of sweat rolled down the back of her neck due to the oppressive humidity. She couldn’t decide whether to be proud of her team’s skills when creating the lifelike simulation or curse them for their talent and attention to detail. Despite being written in third-person, we can get a clear idea of how Astrid is feeling here. She’s uncomfortable. Maybe a little bit nervous. Even with an outside narration, we’re right there in that rainforest with her, and I don’t think the third-person point of view hampers our connection with her. There are plenty of other examples I could give, including the scene of their climactic showdown, but I don’t want to give away all the fun! In some ways, I did take on the role of Astrid myself, as I had so much fun creating all the different settings for the various scenes to take place in. The chemistry between her and Tabitha is described in vivid detail, and I don’t think I sacrificed anything regarding their emotional connection by choosing to write their story in third-person. If you love strong women, fast-paced action, and the ability to explore fantastic worlds without leaving the safety and comfort of your home, grab your VR headset and join the adventure with Hunting Astrid! GIVEAWAY
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Book 1 in the Galaxy series
General Release Date: 22nd December 2020
Heat Rating: Burning
Format: EBOOK
ISBN: 978-1-83943-470-9
Sexometer: 2
Word Count: 80,672
Language: English
Book Length: SUPER NOVEL
Pages: 297
Genres: CONTEMPORARY, EROTIC ROMANCE, THRILLERS AND SUSPENSE
ISBN: 978-1-83943-470-9
Sexometer: 2
Word Count: 80,672
Language: English
Book Length: SUPER NOVEL
Pages: 297
Genres: CONTEMPORARY, EROTIC ROMANCE, THRILLERS AND SUSPENSE
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Book Description
Hot ex-military, desperate woman, tight conspiracy…wait for the explosion!
Peyton West is desperate. Her brother-in-law is dead, her sister is in a coma and no one seems interested in finding any answers. With every door slammed in her face, she’s referred to Scott “Blaze” Hamilton and the men from super-secret Galaxy.
Conducting meetings on a plane and digging into the underbelly of Tampa politics, she sees a ray of hope…and discovers Blaze lives up to his name in more ways than one. She crosses her fingers that the scorching sex will continue to blaze once the killer is found.
Conducting meetings on a plane and digging into the underbelly of Tampa politics, she sees a ray of hope…and discovers Blaze lives up to his name in more ways than one. She crosses her fingers that the scorching sex will continue to blaze once the killer is found.
Reader advisory: This book contains scenes of violence, murder and attempted murder.
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Well, didn’t this just turn out to be a clusterfuck.
“They’re gaining on us,” John ‘Rocket’ Hardin called from the rear of the van.
“I’m pushing this baby as hard as it will go,” Matt ‘Viper’ Roman ground out.
The tension inside the van was so thick they could almost see it. Disaster was always waiting for them around the corner, but Scott ‘Blaze’ Hamilton knew if anyone could get them to the exfil point, it was Viper. No one could outdrive him.
“Damn it,” Blaze swore under his breath.
A previous rescue attempt by another group had failed and put the hostages in jeopardy. That was always when Galaxy was called. When Blaze had done his research, he’d learned that the only reason the hostages were still alive was because the kidnappers needed them to make sure the ransom was paid. At first, it had sounded like a by-the-book rescue. Jim and Nita Rosen, one of America’s one-percenter couples with money to burn, had been kidnapped for ransom. Their daughter, Angela, afraid her parents would be killed if she called in the FBI, had paid it, but the jerkoffs had come back and asked for more.
When the first people she’d hired had botched the job, that was when she’d turned to Galaxy.
For the four highly trained former SEALs, this should have been a simple retrieval. Tapping into every source, they were unhappy to learn that the kidnappers were less than sophisticated. They were offshoots of a cartel whose leader was barely second tier and had big ideas about establishing himself. Kidnapping was his prime source of income while he built up enough of a bank to take on the big cartel chiefs. These people were the most dangerous kind, since they had oversized egos and small brains. The crew who worked for him came from the dregs, which meant things could easily go wrong.
Reaching out to all their contacts, they’d gotten the location where the Rosens were being held—an old warehouse just outside the little town of San Felipe. Only two guards were on duty at any one time, an indication of the kidnappers’ stupidity and arrogance. The one good thing was that the so-called brains behind this kidnapping only showed up once a day, about midday, to check on their victims. It certainly sounded like amateur hour to Galaxy, but sometimes those were the ones that went sideways.
After a drive-by to scope the place out and take pictures, the team planned the operation. They would breach the building, grab the Rosens and get the hell out of there in their borrowed van before the leader and the rest of the bad guys showed up for their daily visit.
‘Saint’ Francis, their official pilot, would be waiting for them at an extraction point with the helicopter.
“I’m pushing this baby as hard as it will go,” Matt ‘Viper’ Roman ground out.
The tension inside the van was so thick they could almost see it. Disaster was always waiting for them around the corner, but Scott ‘Blaze’ Hamilton knew if anyone could get them to the exfil point, it was Viper. No one could outdrive him.
“Damn it,” Blaze swore under his breath.
A previous rescue attempt by another group had failed and put the hostages in jeopardy. That was always when Galaxy was called. When Blaze had done his research, he’d learned that the only reason the hostages were still alive was because the kidnappers needed them to make sure the ransom was paid. At first, it had sounded like a by-the-book rescue. Jim and Nita Rosen, one of America’s one-percenter couples with money to burn, had been kidnapped for ransom. Their daughter, Angela, afraid her parents would be killed if she called in the FBI, had paid it, but the jerkoffs had come back and asked for more.
When the first people she’d hired had botched the job, that was when she’d turned to Galaxy.
For the four highly trained former SEALs, this should have been a simple retrieval. Tapping into every source, they were unhappy to learn that the kidnappers were less than sophisticated. They were offshoots of a cartel whose leader was barely second tier and had big ideas about establishing himself. Kidnapping was his prime source of income while he built up enough of a bank to take on the big cartel chiefs. These people were the most dangerous kind, since they had oversized egos and small brains. The crew who worked for him came from the dregs, which meant things could easily go wrong.
Reaching out to all their contacts, they’d gotten the location where the Rosens were being held—an old warehouse just outside the little town of San Felipe. Only two guards were on duty at any one time, an indication of the kidnappers’ stupidity and arrogance. The one good thing was that the so-called brains behind this kidnapping only showed up once a day, about midday, to check on their victims. It certainly sounded like amateur hour to Galaxy, but sometimes those were the ones that went sideways.
After a drive-by to scope the place out and take pictures, the team planned the operation. They would breach the building, grab the Rosens and get the hell out of there in their borrowed van before the leader and the rest of the bad guys showed up for their daily visit.
‘Saint’ Francis, their official pilot, would be waiting for them at an extraction point with the helicopter.
Easy peasy, right? Wrong. As they’d learned in the military, if something can go wrong it will. FUBAR. Fucked up beyond all repair.
Especially with kidnappers like these, who were not very smart. At first, it was smooth sailing. Only one vehicle, an old car, was parked by the warehouse. They knew from their source that this was the one driven by the two men left to guard the Rosens, so they were good to go. Using an infrared scanner, they were able to determine the location inside of the guards—away from the captives, sitting near the entrance to the warehouse. Breaching the door was kindergarten work for them, as was disposing of the guards before the two knew what was happening. They grabbed the Rosens and hustled them out to their waiting van. Just as ‘Viper’, their designated wheelman, cranked the engine, a car drove up to the warehouse. Three well-armed and unpleasant-looking men tumbled out, even before the vehicle had come to a stop. One looked to be in charge, pointing at the Galaxy van, and at once the others began shooting at them. They pulled out onto the road before the doors were even fully shut, but the other vehicle was after them at once. Blaze thought there must be a hell of a motor in that thing, because they barely got out to the road before the other vehicle was practically on their tail. Now they were racing down the two-lane road to the extraction spot with shots from the vehicle behind them peppering the van they were using. It pissed Blaze off that a cheap-ass operation like this one had managed to grab two high-value targets and get away with it. But even more, that best-of-the-best Galaxy was barely escaping a deadly showdown. “Fuck it all,” Viper cursed. “It’s true, you know,” Blaze reminded his partners. “The only easy day was yesterday.” “And today will be our last,” Rocket snapped at him, “if we let ourselves get beaten by these pieces of shit.” “Never fear. The Viper is here.” Viper was swerving back and forth to avoid the bullets as they sped down the road at a speed that would dry the spit in the mouth of most people. “Yeah?” Blaze shifted in his seat. “Well, get us the fuck out of here, then.”
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A multi-published, award winning, Amazon and USA Today best-selling author, Desiree Holt has produced more than 200 titles and won many awards. She has received an EPIC E-Book Award, the Holt Medallion and many others including Author After Dark’s Author of the Year. She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The Wall Street Journal, The London Daily Mail. She lives in Florida with her cats who insist they help her write her books, and is addicted to football. You can follow Desiree on Facebook and Twitter and check out her Blog.Giveaway
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Charlie, the only non-witch in a family of witches, has resigned herself to the role of the black sheep who doesn’t fit in. She lives a normal, boring human life, interrupted only by the occasional family visit over the holidays.
But even a normal, boring human can run into a vampire. Hugo might just be the caring, protective, blood-drinking boyfriend Charlie never knew she needed, even if her family will disapprove.
Before Charlie and Hugo can even go on a proper date, Fae try to ruin Christmas, and Charlie finds herself confronted with her vampire boyfriend’s very hot Elven friend. The three of them will have to take a trip to Faerie to save Christmas before they can figure out who gets to kiss whom first.
But even a normal, boring human can run into a vampire. Hugo might just be the caring, protective, blood-drinking boyfriend Charlie never knew she needed, even if her family will disapprove.
Before Charlie and Hugo can even go on a proper date, Fae try to ruin Christmas, and Charlie finds herself confronted with her vampire boyfriend’s very hot Elven friend. The three of them will have to take a trip to Faerie to save Christmas before they can figure out who gets to kiss whom first.
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There is this saying about how, when you stare into the abyss, this handsome stranger shows up, slings you over his shoulder, and drags you down into that abyss. I'm pretty sure that's how the saying goes at any rate.
For writers, getting dragged down and under can happen so very easily when you find your muse and they turn out to be… well. His name is Valerian Smith, and he's a character with appetites. Strictly speaking, he isn't a muse, and I will probably pay for saying this. It's true, however, that Valerian inspired me to write the Fairview Chronicles, which contain handsome demons, errant cloud monsters, and horny office furniture, among other entertaining features.
Valerian likes to monopolize my mind, but I cannot write exclusively about that one person, no matter what a handsome hunk he may be. So I decided to expand my Fairview universe and set my sights on an entirely different city: New Elvenswood.
Unlike Fairview, New Elvenswood is less dark, less rainy, and I'm pretty sure that you are less likely to get murdered there.
"Charlie looked out the tram’s window. The November sky was hidden behind a lace-like veil of fog that gave the world a magical look. It pulled her mind toward fairy tales, toward Fair Folk on iridescent wings that made the holiday forests come to life with light and icy ornaments. Charlie looked away, looked down to the casserole of caramelized pears she had prepared for the Thanksgiving dinner. Magical. Though not for her." (Holiday Magic, Elvenswood Tales 1)
Of course people travel back and forth. Fairview's beloved and most murder accountant Chris studied law in New Elvenswood before he embraced Fairview's sleet and rain clouds. I expect the one or other character might attempt to relocate to New Elvenswood. After all, Elves are handsome creatures, and there are several living in New Elvenswood.
For me, Elvenswood Tales are an escape hatch. Valerian has a certain pull about him, and he doesn't like people trying to get away from him, certainly doesn't like it if they succeed. I'll be honest with you, Reader, that greedy attention whore is still around. He lingers. He works his way into underwear drawers and glossaries alike. Beware.
So, Reader, if I can give you one piece of advice, try Elvenswood Tales before you even consider heading to Fairview. There are too many things lurking there, and if I don't know if I'll ever be done finding new stories in that dark city, you don't want to get caught in the tales, you don't want to get sucked in and meet that horny desk with the hidden compartments.
But if I were Valerian, I would certainly dare you to explore those Fairview Chronicles, and I'd be smiling while I did it; do you dare, Reader?
For writers, getting dragged down and under can happen so very easily when you find your muse and they turn out to be… well. His name is Valerian Smith, and he's a character with appetites. Strictly speaking, he isn't a muse, and I will probably pay for saying this. It's true, however, that Valerian inspired me to write the Fairview Chronicles, which contain handsome demons, errant cloud monsters, and horny office furniture, among other entertaining features.
Valerian likes to monopolize my mind, but I cannot write exclusively about that one person, no matter what a handsome hunk he may be. So I decided to expand my Fairview universe and set my sights on an entirely different city: New Elvenswood.
Unlike Fairview, New Elvenswood is less dark, less rainy, and I'm pretty sure that you are less likely to get murdered there.
"Charlie looked out the tram’s window. The November sky was hidden behind a lace-like veil of fog that gave the world a magical look. It pulled her mind toward fairy tales, toward Fair Folk on iridescent wings that made the holiday forests come to life with light and icy ornaments. Charlie looked away, looked down to the casserole of caramelized pears she had prepared for the Thanksgiving dinner. Magical. Though not for her." (Holiday Magic, Elvenswood Tales 1)
Of course people travel back and forth. Fairview's beloved and most murder accountant Chris studied law in New Elvenswood before he embraced Fairview's sleet and rain clouds. I expect the one or other character might attempt to relocate to New Elvenswood. After all, Elves are handsome creatures, and there are several living in New Elvenswood.
For me, Elvenswood Tales are an escape hatch. Valerian has a certain pull about him, and he doesn't like people trying to get away from him, certainly doesn't like it if they succeed. I'll be honest with you, Reader, that greedy attention whore is still around. He lingers. He works his way into underwear drawers and glossaries alike. Beware.
So, Reader, if I can give you one piece of advice, try Elvenswood Tales before you even consider heading to Fairview. There are too many things lurking there, and if I don't know if I'll ever be done finding new stories in that dark city, you don't want to get caught in the tales, you don't want to get sucked in and meet that horny desk with the hidden compartments.
But if I were Valerian, I would certainly dare you to explore those Fairview Chronicles, and I'd be smiling while I did it; do you dare, Reader?
| Alexa Piper writes steamy romance that ranges from light to dark, from straight to queer. She’s also a coffee addict. She loves writing series, and her Fairview Chronicles follow a ragtag gang of supernaturals who try to make their city safer. Mostly. Her second series, Dusk & Dawn, explores banter and the trappings of a world in which Vampires, Werewolves, and the Fae live alongside humans. Connect with Alexa on Facebook or Instagram, follow her on Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter! |  |
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 | In So Long Earth, Tom Burns, an environmental scientist, builds four spaceships, each with 1000 people searching for a new home in Alpha Centauri after he and his colleagues realize that Earth will not sustain life much longer. Environmental disasters are taking place all over the world. As a result, he begins to develop and carry out his plans to build four spaceships to leave Earth and find a new planet to live on in another galaxy by 2040. The Russians, Germans, and Australians also agree to build spaceships and join Tom, searching for a new home. Tom, his wife Sarah, naive son Sam, loyal second in command, Bob Jackson, and an amazing doctor Sato, |
along with his shipmates, must wrestle with many unanswered questions. Where will they find the experts to undertake such an endeavor? How will they sustain life on a spaceship for such a long journey that may last over 100 years? Will the Russians cooperate? How will they fund, build, and launch four giant spaceships at the same time? Most importantly, will they be able to save humanity?
Sneak Peek:
There have been many advances in technology since the last millennia. Just look at Thomas Edison, the wonderful deaf inventor, and the Wright brothers flying for the first time. I bet people thought they were crazy too when they decided to fly a plane. Yet, they succeeded. Their inventions led to generations of discoveries. Unfortunately, each positive invention seems to have an equally negative reaction that affects the environment. The number of positive results, which make our lives easier, seems to have an equal impact on destroying life. We could call our world Man builds, Man destroys.”
We may also be able to use some of the work by the late Stephen Hawking to fly the spacecraft. His work focused on moving a rather small spaceship via light beams. There are several other possibilities, of course. Still, so far, no scientist has developed a fuel to fly a spaceship this big at the desired speed. Another possibility is to build a Kugelblitz engine that will increase our chances of flying at warp speed through a black hole that the engine will create. This will enable interstellar travel. We still have to build a warp bubble around the ship to protect us as we travel at such speeds. This is going to take an extraordinary amount of research. We can’t be sure this will be ready before we leave. Unfortunately for Stephen Hawking, he acquired ALS and died from it.”
Tom thought, Certainly, by now, many people from different faiths, beliefs, and patterns of thinking welcome informed decisions and better warning systems even if climate changes were part of God’s plan and unavoidable. Humans had to meet the challenges. These decisions needed to acknowledge that they were based in fact and on predictions and warnings that have been thoroughly studied. People were to be held responsible for their own contributions to the changing climate and its impact on life on Earth.
We may also be able to use some of the work by the late Stephen Hawking to fly the spacecraft. His work focused on moving a rather small spaceship via light beams. There are several other possibilities, of course. Still, so far, no scientist has developed a fuel to fly a spaceship this big at the desired speed. Another possibility is to build a Kugelblitz engine that will increase our chances of flying at warp speed through a black hole that the engine will create. This will enable interstellar travel. We still have to build a warp bubble around the ship to protect us as we travel at such speeds. This is going to take an extraordinary amount of research. We can’t be sure this will be ready before we leave. Unfortunately for Stephen Hawking, he acquired ALS and died from it.”
Tom thought, Certainly, by now, many people from different faiths, beliefs, and patterns of thinking welcome informed decisions and better warning systems even if climate changes were part of God’s plan and unavoidable. Humans had to meet the challenges. These decisions needed to acknowledge that they were based in fact and on predictions and warnings that have been thoroughly studied. People were to be held responsible for their own contributions to the changing climate and its impact on life on Earth.
| I first became interested in the ozone layer while a chemistry major at Rochester Institute of Technology, where I majored in chemistry. Through the years, I have noticed the changing environment and the warnings that scientists provided. The book is in the sci-fi genre but contains a lot of scientific information about a wide variety of topics. |  |
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 | What if Neverland’s magic is fueled by cum and Petar Pann wants all the power for himself? Tink only has two years left before he turns into a man and then Petar will steal his soul. There isn’t much he can do about it either. He lives in a magical world where Mermen try to eat him and Petar uses cum to give himself even more power. Tink is slightly different from the other lost boys though. He has some magic of his own. When he’s kidnapped by the, maybe not so evil, Captain Hook, they have to work together to stop Petar Pann and save the other lost boys. Prepare yourself, you’ve never entered a Neverland quite like this… |
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“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.
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.
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 | Lie one: we’re all going to survive. Nova just wanted to do her duty like everyone else. Become a soldier, keep Earth safe. When her base is attacked, she’s captured by the alien enemies but they’re nothing like she was taught. They’re smart, calculating, curious, and so her nightmare begins. Surviving. Dying. When she’s finally rescued, she can’t remember much of her humanity but she can’t tell anyone what she knows, like their language or the experiments. She never expects to meet the boy |
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
To keep Earth safe, Nova will have to kill the queens. Every. Last. One.
14+ due to adult situations, violence
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SNEAK PEEK
Hope 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.
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.
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She's seen it all, until…Head Games, a Medical Thriller from Eileen Dreyer —St. Louis, Missouri-Present Day--
St. Louis death investigator and trauma nurse Molly Burke has seen just about everything, until gifts begin showing up on her doorstep—gifts like human eyes and painted bones—the signature of a twisted serial killer.
Complicating the dangerous situation, Molly’s 16-year-old nephew unexpectedly shows up on her doorstep, with problems of his own.
Now, Molly must balance the investigation into the mind of a monster, who’s taking her back to the worst years of her life, while launching a rescue mission for her nephew. The question is, will she survive either?
Publisher’s Note: No one writes medical thrillers better than former Trauma Nurse, Eileen Dreyer. This tight medical thriller contains profanity consistent with the salty speech of crime investigators and does NOT contain sexual content.
“A tensely plotted thriller that compels the reader to the last shocking page…Dreyer deftly displays her droll sense of humor while spinning a tale of taut terror…complex, riveting, funny, and compelling.” ~The Denver Post
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Magnum was barking so loudly he was going to wake up the baby at the end of the block. Pointing to her nephew, Molly addressed her friend the cop. "Don't let him out of your sight. I'll be right back."
"But Aunt Molly—"
But Aunt Molly was already stalking through the kitchen, where she could just make out Magnum's massive head outside the door.
He had something. Something he dropped every time he started barking, and then picked up again, like a furry bellboy with room service.
Something white.
That shouldn't have given Molly the creeps. Tonight, it did. It looked like a flower box, the kind long-stemmed roses come in.
Probably something that had been tossed over the fence from the neighboring streets. Molly's yard sided along Euclid, where an eclectic crowd frequented the trendy shops and restaurants tucked all along the Central West End. Since she'd moved home, Molly had found everything from condoms to a full-sized mannequin dressed as Fidel Castro in her backyard.
But the way Magnum played with that box made her think she had more than Castro on her hands.
Pushing the door open, Molly reached out, and Magnum obliged, dropping his prize in her hand. Slick with dog drool and ragged with careful gnaw marks, it was, indeed, a flower box. And it wasn't empty.
"Uh, Dee?" she called, suddenly even more worried about those notes she'd been getting than she had been. "Can you come in here?"
He did, which set Magnum off all over again. Molly shushed the dog and motioned the policeman over as she laid the box on her kitchen table and opened it.
She saw the glint of gold first. Nestled in layers of white tissue. Heavy and solid. But not all gold. Decorated in gold. Painted with gold hearts. Gold hearts and red crosses.
And letters. Words.
"What the hell—" Dee muttered, leaning in for a closer look as Molly pulled the last layer of tissue apart to fully reveal what lay within.
"It's a fake," Molly insisted, even though she knew better.
She didn't touch it, even though she wanted to. She didn't pick it up or tilt it over just to make sure she was right.
She didn't have to, really. After all the time she'd spent in EDs and Medical Examiners' offices, it was virtually impossible for her not to recognize a human thighbone.
A thighbone painted with the salutation "This is for Molly Burke."
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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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