the emotions building between them are based on more than just the adrenaline and unavoidable circumstances. - Sneak Peek -Sway dangled from the fourth-floor balcony of a palacio in a ball gown and strappy stilettos instead of her climbing harness and rigging. The balcony would have been a great way out if she was wearing rappelling gear as planned. As a hiding place to avoid whoever had entered the office, she was searching, not so much. Her heart thrummed a rapid tattoo inside her chest, and adrenaline lit through her system as she listened to the water fountain below and the strains of Seville city traffic on a nearby street. Perspiration dampened her skin. Her fingers trembled. She needed a plan, one that didn’t include becoming human paint splatter on the concrete. Footsteps sounded on the patio. The clock running in her mind told her she had four minutes until the guard rotation. If the patron saint of thieves were with her, the unknown person would turn around and go back inside soon. She continued fighting her body’s urge to release her tenuous grip on the ledge. The steps came closer and closer until they stopped right above where she hid. She prayed the chain of her purse would be silent where she’d strapped it across her body before going over the railing. Holding her breath, she stiffened her body as much as possible to make herself as invisible as she could get. “You need a hand?” an amused voice, with the slightest bit of Russian accent, asked from above. Equal parts fear and relief surged through her as she looked up to see a pair of men’s dress shoes on the balcony beside her strained fingertips. “You going to hang out there forever, Sway? I bet your tank is running low.” At the sound of her nickname—the only name people who worked with her knew—the tight knot in her chest eased, and the breath she'd been holding released in a forced whoosh. No one who worked for the Count, whose office she’d been searching, knew her as Sway. Her mystery guest was most likely a friendly. Yes, she still dangled without a safety rope, but the man standing above her probably wouldn’t shoot her or step on her fingers. She'd been in worse situations…though none came to mind as she dangled without a backup plan. - Prize One -- Prize Two -- Prize Three -To ENTER you must comment below: - MUST READ ROMANCES -
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and finding a way to learn all there is to know about her. When the night goes from get-to-know-you conversation to a round of sex that's hotter than the Florida sun, will these seemingly opposites—who discover they have much in common—make room in their lives for more? - Sneak Peek -My vision fills with a broad chest covered in a black t-shirt with the bar’s logo, The Dive Bar, on it. In my periphery I can see the man’s muscular arms as the material bunches around a wealth of biceps. Before I have a chance to lift my face to find his, he kneels, bringing his line of sight directly in front of my belly. Which mysteriously starts quivering. Did I happen to mention my navel? Well, it’s pierced. Not that that’s remarkable, as many gals have their belly buttons pierced, but I also have an elaborate tattoo I had the work done only six months ago. And not that that’s remarkable either, since at least a quarter of the population has tattoos. It’s just no one other than my tattoo artist—who was a female, by the way—has ever been this close in proximity to something so personal. So... intimate. At least it feels intimate. I inhale a shaky breath as I look down onto his mass of wavy blond hair skimming his shoulders. He begins lifting his head slowly, scanning my torso, lingering on my breasts before peering up at me. The dancing lights give me intermittent flashes at his deep green eyes bracketed by creases as he smiles, rustling up a funny feeling inside me. I canvas his tan face, noting a scar on his left temple, freckles dotting his nose, and a cleft indenting his chin. Lips, lush and pink curve even higher, and I mimic the move. Our eyes remain locked as we’re both frozen in this moment.That is until the MC barks through the microphone, shattering the bubble and causing me to jump. “Come on, Xander, no playing favorites.” He chuckles. “Mark her with a number and let’s get this show on the road.” Xander never breaks eye contact as he gently skims his hand up my left leg, resting it on the back of my thigh. The warmth of his touch does more than cause a flutter inside; it heats me up, producing a burn that centers at my sex. My breaths become quick and shallow as I struggle to remain composed. I know my nipples tighten and threaten to slice through the thin material of my shirt. But his gaze never strays as he then lifts the marker, pressing it against my flesh and marking my skin. “Lucky number seven.” - Prize One -- Prize Two -To ENTER you must comment below: - MUST READ ROMANCES -
A lot of chemistry, and a little bit of luck make for an interesting day at the beach that both men are reluctant to end. Time and distance could be their biggest obstacle, but maybe some things are just meant to be. - Sneak Peek-“So, did you really mean it when you said I could stay at your place? I’ll get a hotel tomorrow, but honestly if I don’t get some sleep, I’ll be passing out soon.” “Yeah, no problem there. I’ve got plenty of room.” “Do you work tomorrow?” “Not tomorrow, but the next day.” “What do you do?” I asked. It was odd how comfortable I felt with Ollie even though I didn’t know him at all. We’d only met a couple of hours ago. But there was something about him that put me at ease. “Well, lately I work at home monitoring a customer service line for a phone company.” “Oh, wow, that’s gotta be fun.” “Yeah, no, not really,” he said, and we both laughed. “I’m hoping to get on as an IT specialist but apparently I need to work my way up through the ranks.” “Kinda sounds like walking through hell first. I’ve done customer service before, it’s not fun. Right now, I’m doing quality control for a gaming company. As long as I send them the test data, they’re happy. Doesn’t matter where I work from.” I knew how lucky I was. I’d worked for several other companies and none of them were very good. Some of them didn’t keep me busy, others started me on a low wage with a promise to increase it soon. It never happened and I left. “Yeah, you’re right. It’s definitely not my idea of a great job. It pays the bills, but I can’t see being there much longer.” We continued to make small talk until finally we’d both finished our meals. Not that it took either of us long to eat. “That was great. Thanks. I was hungrier than I realized. But now that I think about it, I really have no clue when I ate last.” Ollie laughed at that, and for a few minutes we sat there soaking up the atmosphere in the kitschy beach café. “You tired, mate?” he asked, making me jump. “Oh my god, I almost fell asleep. Yes, I guess I am tired.” I stood up from my seat and wobbled. “Watch it,” Ollie said before standing and steadying me. I dug in my pocket for money, and I realized I had no idea how much the bill was. And it would be in Australian dollars. Ollie stopped me when he noticed what I was doing. “I’ve got this one. Consider it a welcome to Australia.” He grinned as he turned on the accent even more. “Alright, but now I owe you lunch.” - Prize One -- Prize Two -- Prize Three -To ENTER you must comment below: - MUST READ ROMANCES -
the matter of giving Kyler a hand job … on the FBI’s hidden camera. His first field mission may be his last. When bullets start flying, it’s up to Seamus to find out the truth and he has to do it before Kyler becomes a victim. - Sneak Peek -“I’m going to drop you off, kiss your mouth until we’re both rock hard and then go jump naked in the snow.” Kyler laughed. “I’m hot enough to melt the entire fucking town.” Kyler laughed again, deeper and added a blush to his cheeks. “This is insane. We haven’t moved.” “The truck hasn’t moved. I’ve moved about ten times just trying to keep the zipper from scarring my dick.” Kyler burst out laughing. “I know the feeling.” His cock felt like it was trying to get free, pushing and pushing and pushing at the zipper. “There’s a joke in here somewhere.” Seamus sat back. “Two guys sitting in a car …” He paused. “And?” “And … I got nothing. Blood loss.” Seamus grinned. He rubbed a hand over his face. “Okay. I’m going to start the truck and take you home.” “That’s been the plan.” Kyler took his lower lip between his teeth. “I know. It’s a good plan.” Seamus stayed where he was. “A smart plan. Very smart.” Seamus’s head fell back against the head rest. “Please, tell my penis it’s a smart plan.” Kyler snorted, feeling goofy and horny and despite the ache in his balls he was still having a good time. Seamus reached out and laid his hand on Kyler’s thigh. “Tell me to stop.” He closed his eyes and slid his hand to Kyler’s crotch, squeezing it until they both groaned. “Tell me to stop, Kyler.” “Okay.” But he didn’t want Seamus to stop. He wanted him to reach inside his pants and stroke him. He wanted to know how a man stroked another man besides watching some bad porn when Sebastian left his computer at work and Kyler was brave enough to ‘borrow’ it for the night. “Say it.” Seamus still had his eyes closed, head back, hand on Kyler’s crotch. “We should stop.” Kyler whispered. They really, really should. “Right.” Seamus took a deep breath and lifted his hand under Kyler’s sweater to the rim of his pants. “Say it again.” Kyler glanced at Seamus who wasn’t even looking at him. Seamus popped the top button. “Kyler. Again.” He grabbed the zipper and eased it down. “Kyler ..." - Prize One -- Prize Two -- Prize Three -To ENTER you must comment below: - MUST READ ROMANCES -
her to pay off his debts. As the only girl and middle child, she grew up tough and learned to fight to protect her younger brother, but no one taught her how to fight for a man who thinks he’s too old for her. Camp is the fourth book in the Black Dagger MC series and contains a couple fighting an evil organization, and an age gap romance between a stubborn man and a strong woman who makes no bones about her desire to be his Old Lady. - SNEAK PEEK -Standing, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. He sprinted for the stairs. Taking them two at a time, he almost tumbled off the edge. It took precious seconds to regain his balance. Time he didn’t have. Camp finally reached the door to the kitchen. The room was nearly blacked out with smoke. Without hesitation, he ran full force through the house toward the front. The sound of the flames eating at the home was deafening. With one last push of strength, he dove through the doorway onto the porch. Strong arms caught him while another set of hands took the woman. He stumbled to the yard. Pulling off his helmet and mask, Camp took deep breaths then sank to his knees. The heat from the fire had sweat pouring from his body. He was shaking from adrenaline racing through his system. He crawled toward the men who had the female laid out on the ground. He tried to ignore the sound of the woman’s children crying to focus on her. Brown had his fingers against the woman’s neck. “No pulse.” Ripping off his gloves, Camp dove toward them and began chest compressions. Tipping her head back he pinched her nose then leaned forward, sealing his lips over hers, he breathed into her mouth. He continued to give her CPR, not paying attention to the chaos around him, or Brown, the paramedic trying to stop him. Camp paused only briefly to check for a pulse but couldn’t feel the thrum of blood rushing through her veins. He placed his hands on her chest, pushing against her sternum. “Dammit! Don’t die like this. You’ve been a fighter, keep fighting!” He leaned down, to give her mouth-to-mouth again. Just before their lips touched, she took a deep breath. Camp pressed his forehead to hers. “There you are, little Warrior.” Pulling back, he looked into the most gorgeous ocean blue eyes. Her soot covered face couldn’t hide her beauty or her age. Camp started to lean back but her hand on his face stopped him. She only nodded as tears streamed over her face leaving trails in the black soot. Taking her free hand, she laid it on her chest. “Rachel.” Her body began spasming from coughing. “Rachel.” Something about her called to a primitive part of his soul. She wasn’t a delicate little thing that screamed for his protection. Her face was covered in soot, her eyes watered, and she was coughing hard enough to gag. But something inside him wanted her. - Prize One -- Prize Two -To ENTER you must comment below: - MUST READ ROMANCES -
- Sneak Peek -“Want another drink?” "That would be great." She drained the Solo cup. "Two days of country clubbing, I’m ready to drink for realsies. Hashtag First World Problems.” “Now you sound like a rich girl.” He poured more rum into her cup and added a hefty amount of soda before handing it back. "Something about too many playdates as a child and nannies who don't hug you enough and … oh, the trials of having a birthday when your friends are in San Moritz?" Her nose scrunched. "God, even I’m grossed out. Just dump me in the nearest mud puddle for that.” “Nah. I don’t see that ending well. I happen to know what you look like in a wet t-shirt.” Demons on his shoulder must’ve been talking—or the rum—but Ashlyn laughed. “Of all the things for your brain to record after a nearly-fatal wreck, it’s that?” “Yeah, well. I’m hardwired for that.” “For remembering drowned rats? You should talk to a biologist. Get rewired.” “You need to get some self-confidence, sweetheart,” he told her as he reached for her arm. “Don’t go positive-reinforcement on me now, J. I’m not as egotistical as I seem.” He leaned even closer, lowering his voice for her. “You seem a lot of things. That’s not on the list.” She tensed under his hand, and her jaw set at a familiar angle: defensive. "Oh?” Who taught you to be afraid? Someday soon he’d have to ask. He’d wondered about it often, from the times when Grim inexplicably sent her running, or Megan yelling at Frog broke Ash into tears she swore were PMS. He settled for a compliment. “You seem like you know who you are.” “A-and who is that?” “Wish I knew. But…” He stayed close, inhaling the scents of rum and her candy perfume. “Maybe someday you’ll let me?” Their gazes remained locked, except those few seconds his dropped to her lips as she licked them. His blood ran hot, pushing everything else out of his head. "I'm an open book, Joker.” It was a whisper. And a lie. - Prize One -- Prize Two -- Prize Three -To ENTER you must comment below: - MUST READ ROMANCES -
Will they actually survive this nightmare? And if they do, can they ever truly heal? Be Warned: m/m sex, violence, sexual assault by villain - SNEAK PEEK -Marco held him just a tad tighter. “It’s me and you, Nevin. We’re in the apartment. My hands are wrapped around you. The second, the fucking second, you say no or stop, these hands will leave your body.” Those words were just perfect. Nevin nodded. He felt like an idiot. “Yeah. Okay.” “I mean it.” Marco loosened his hold and placed his hands on Nevin’s hips. “I could be a moment away from spraying my cum on you and I’d find a way to stop.” Marco snorted. “I may cry, but I’ll stop.” Nevin snorted. Marco smiled then inhaled slowly. “Let me touch you?” Marco had touched him last night and it’d been fantastic. Nevin had to use his balls and not let the bastard that hurt him win. “Touch me.” Marco groaned. He slid his thumbs in Nevin’s boxers and tugged. They floated to the floor. He was naked in the kitchen with a hard, strong man standing behind him. Fear slithered up his spine. “Touch me, Marco.” Marco’s tan hand slid to Nevin’s half erect cock. His fingers wrapped around the girth. The single touch made them both moan. “Here’s what we’re going to do.” Marco nipped his shoulder. “I’m going to finger that very, very sexy ass of yours until you’re ready to come. Then we’re going into the bedroom…” Oh, God. “And you’re going to fuck me.” “I am?” Nevin’s nerves suddenly went from afraid to excited. “Yes. Hard. Soft. Fast. Slow. Whatever you want. I need you, Nevin, any way I can get you. Even if that means you’re the one pitching.” - Prize One -- Prize Two -- Prize Three -To ENTER you must comment below: - MUST READ ROMANCE BOOKS -Welcome to Contemporary Romance Week! We're celebrating all things sweet and sexy. We want to thank all the authors that have joined us to bring together some AMAZING prizes! There are 12 posts this week. Each post has there own prize but each comment will be one entry into our big prize of the $50 Amazon Gift Card! Keep updated on our next contest via Facebook HERE. Let's get this party started! Prize One:Prize Two:To ENTER:
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