- SNEAK PEEK -If Rick lived to be a hundred and ninety years old, he would never understand what made him tell the most outlandish lie of his life. The moment the words, I’m Cayme’s fiancé, left his mouth, everything inside the store slowed to a snail’s pace. Even his own heartbeat seemed to stop. Maybe the situation wasn’t real, just some bizarre aberration his imagination had conjured up. Then Cayme stiffened and emitted a strange little squeak. Not an aberration. Everyone had heard his words. His gaze dropped to her face, hoping the apology was clear in his eyes. She stared up at him, her blue eyes wide. Her mouth was slightly open, and the tip of her tongue darted between those kissable lips. Two spots of color flagged each cheek. He had to admit that he was a little stunned, too. His impulsive announcement was foolish, to say the least. What if she was involved with someone? And if she was, why wasn’t he there to save the day? He blamed Chase Peters for these contradicting emotions that made him itch to break the guy’s perfect nose— maybe knock out a few teeth while he was at it. Instead, he placed a finger under Cayme’s jaw and gently pushed her mouth shut. The touch was electric. The bookstore and people fell away, leaving only the two of them, wrapped in a private cocoon. His finger lingered on the smooth silk of her skin. He was tempted, beyond what any man should endure, to slide his palm up the side of her face and pull her close. He liked the way she smelled of fresh honeysuckle—the way she shivered under his touch. He couldn’t ignore the protective swell in his chest. With sudden clarity, he realized that this urge to protect her was exactly the reason he’d blurted out the insane announcement. Rick swallowed the unexpected punch of desire that drove through his chest, making him want to kiss her fully on the mouth. That would be a monumental mistake because he’d probably never stop. - Prize One -- Prize Two -- Prize Three -- Prize Four -To ENTER you MUST comment below: NEXT CONTEST HERE AT 9AM
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Is there any hope that their relationship will progress beyond its rocky start? Can Raul overcome his partying nature to discover who he really is, and what he really wants from life? And can Veronica ever learn to trust a man who "lies for a living?" - SNEAK PEEK -Raul tried to pay attention to her, but kept getting distracted watching the sun shine off of her long curls, as he imagined being able to bury his nose in her hair and breathe in her smell. His eyes must have looked unfocused, or Veronica noticed his lack of response to her words. "Hey! Are you bored? I get the feeling you're not listening to me at all." "I'm listening. I hear words--but I'm not paying attention to what you're saying." "Why not?" "Because all I can think of is how much I want to kiss you again. Your lips were so soft and warm. I want to taste them." Veronica leaned back away from him slightly. "Why?" "Because you're all I think about. You are the first thing I think about when I wake up, and the last thing I think about when I'm going to sleep. I dream about you all night. But in my dreams I call you Nee-ca." "Everyone else calls me Ronnie." "I don't want to use a name that everyone else uses. I want to have a name for you that's just mine. To show you how special I think you are." Veronica shook her head, smiling sadly. "That's just because I'm the only woman you've been seeing lately. You're going through withdrawals since you don't have your usual legion of female groupies throwing themselves at you. You'll get over it when the rest of the crew gets here, and people start treating you like the important movie star that you are." "I don't want to get over it. I've never felt anything real for any other woman except my mom. But what I feel for you is growing stronger every day that I see you, and spend time with you--and learn from you how to be a better man. I don't want that to stop." Veronica stared at him. "Really?" Raul felt his pulse racing at the thought that she was sitting still next to him, so it was only a matter of him leaning forward just a little bit and their lips would touch. So he did. Veronica leaned into the kiss and closed her eyes. Raul closed his also, enjoying the soft, warm caress of her lips. He lingered over that first kiss, and she opened her mouth slightly to sigh. He covered her lips with his again, and boldly licked at her mouth. She opened it even more, to allow him to explore her mouth, and her tongue met his and caressed him back. Raul groaned. He balanced himself with one hand on the ground, and raised the other one to caress the side of Veronica's face, his fingers moving back into her hair to feel the silky strands that really were as soft as they looked. Their kiss grew in intensity, the passion of the moment possessing them both. One kiss became many, as Raul unleashed a tiny portion of his passion for this woman, afraid to let loose lest he scare her from responding. She met him at every increase... - Prize One -- Prize Two -- Prize Three -To ENTER you MUST comment below: NEXT CONEST HERE AT 9am
- SNEAK PEEK -I stared at my spoon as I swirled the four sugar cubes in the bottom of my cup. I have a bit of a sweet tooth, you see. I’ve had this cup since I was eight years old. Its tea-stained interior and its tarnished golden edge with the fading blue fleur de lis and vine design reminded me of Versailles. So many times when I was a child I would dream of being in King Louis’s court surrounded by art, sculpture, and courtesans―both male and female. I would withdraw from the realities of modern life, my life. I would hide away from an older brother who bullied me since I dropped out of my mother’s womb, to parents who at the best of times ignored me, and at worst beat me for being ‘different’. We’d buried my elder brother, the 16th Duke of Midbourne and the 7th Marquess of Hethchester, also known as Lord Gossett, a few days ago alongside my father, the 15th Duke who passed away suddenly six months prior. I was gobsmacked by the news our family solicitor and our family’s accountant heaped on my sister, Lady Sarah Tinsley and myself. I knew my overly saccharine brew was getting too cold, but, if I was being truthful with myself, I wasn’t sure I could drink it and keep it down anyway. The words rack and ruin barely described the shambles my father left us, only for my brother to add insult to it by mortgaging everything to the hilt to finance some ill-conceived scheme to raise money. I was left to try to handle this disaster. My stomach turned. I set my spoon to the side, picked up my cup and grimaced when I tasted the too cool bittersweet liquid. Sarah sat across from me in the modern kitchen of my family’s Chelsea townhouse, studying me as she sipped her own cup of tea. Her eyes were sad, but sympathetic to my plight. I was officially now the 17th Duke of Midbourne, 8th Marquess of Hethchester, Lord Gossett. The paperwork would be filed with the Crown by the end of the day notifying one and all that ‘the spare’ was in charge since my older brother died without issue. “Eric.” Sarah touched my hand lightly, gaining my attention. “We need to talk. I may have a way to get us out of the predicament, but I need you to answer an important question for me. You must be honest. You know I will not judge you one way or another.” I sighed and looked at my beautiful and brilliant younger sister. A small smile crept to my lips. Her thick blonde hair, fashionably pulled back in a chignon for the reading of the will. Sharp, deep blue eyes that missed nothing were a gateway to a woman who’d gotten her degree in International Finance watched me. “What do you want to know?” She paused, worrying her lower lip with straight, white teeth. I could tell she was trying to figure out how to phrase her question. Part of me suspected what she was going to ask, but I had to let her do it. “Are you gay?” I drew in a deep breath and slowly exhaled. My sister had always been my rock and she, as she said, would never judge me. “Yes, well, sort of.” I hedged, “I’ve always considered myself bisexual, but lately I’m more into men than women. Why?” - Prize One -- Prize Two -To ENTER comment below: NEXT CONTEST HERE AT 2PM
But Tristan can’t help but remember the young girl who had been more innocent and shy than this hellcat in high heels. As he tries to figure out what embittered her, Heather must transform into a woman worthy not only of her grandfather’s approval, but her own. - SNEAK PEEK -At the poolside, she dropped her towel onto a lounger, slipped off her heels, and put a toe into the water to test the temperature. She then moved to the low diving board, jumped once, and dove in with a clean splash. She swam one lap, then another, and when she had completed her third, her gaze caught a pair of worn boots standing near the water’s edge. She stopped swimming and looked up at Tristan, whose frame was silhouetted against the twilight sky. His arms were crossed over his chest, never a good sign, but one that provoked Heather to turn on her tease. “Come on in, the water is fabulous. And I don’t mind if you skinny-dip.” “The stalls aren’t done. If they’re done daily, it would probably only take a few hours or so. If weekly, then the better part of the day. It’s been two days, Heather!” “I finished half of them.” “And the other half?” “I’ll do them tomorrow.” “What don’t you understand? Finish the stalls! “Don’t yell at me! I’m doing the best I can.” Tristan sighed and ran a hand over his face. “Heather—” “You never once said I had to be finished in a day,” she shot back. Tired of treading water, she swam to the side and hauled herself out. She saw his eyes widen a bit at her state of dress, or state of undress, as the case may be. The water sluiced over her skin, caressing her body like a lover’s touch. She slicked back her hair and caught his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. The air around them suddenly thickened as lust hit her fast and hard. Her nipples tightened with need. Her pussy turned slick with desire. And the next thing she knew, she was in his arms, meeting his kiss with a savage hunger. He didn’t use any finesse or seduction, and he really didn’t have to. She matched his desperation, as if she were lost in the desert and had just found an oasis. Where this urgency came from, she had no idea. It wasn’t a feeling she’d ever experienced before, and she wasn’t quite sure if she liked it. She didn’t want to need him, she didn’t want to crave him, and yet she couldn’t get enough. He nibbled at her lips, sucking on each one before sliding them apart. He entwined his tongue with hers, initiating its own mating ritual. The lust that welled inside her skin was like a vortex, and she was helpless to avoid it. She snaked her arms around his neck, and rubbed her body against his like a cat wanting to be petted. She could almost hear her own purr. She twirled the hair at the nape of his neck, accidentally hitting his cowboy hat and knocking it off-center. The movement seemed to shock Tristan out of the sensual haze that engulfed them. His head snapped back and he stared at her with wide eyes. His chest heaved. “Tristan?” She reached for him again. But whatever spell had woven around them had already shattered. Without a word, he jerked away from her and turned to walk briskly back to the house. - Prize One -- Prize Two -- Prize Three -TO ENTER you MUST comment below: OUR NEXT CONTEST WILL BE HERE AT 9AM
Will they actually survive this nightmare? And if they do, can they ever truly heal? - 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.” Nevin actually giggled. Yeah, that gleeful, pathetic sound had come out of his mouth. Marco grabbed the bottle of vegetable oil from the counter. He opened it and dribbled some on his fingers. Oh, God. Okay. Okay. He could do this. Nevin braced his hands on the counter. It was just a few fingers. Marco’s fingers. Breathe. Just Breathe. Nevin ground his teeth together. Marco touched his balls with slick fingers, gliding them up, over his hole and then he pressed. Nevin’s exhale was shaky. He looked up and caught Marco’s reflection in the glass cabinet door. Marco was watching him, concentrating, being patient and sweet. His finger gently eased inside, pushing forward. Not stopping. Deeper. Probing. Nevin sighed. That actually felt good. Before everything happened, he was mostly a bottom. He loved that full feeling. “Good?” Marco asked, his voice gravelly. “Mmm.” Marco kissed his cheek then his neck. That curious finger pulled out and this time brought a friend with it. Nevin held his breath as two fingers probed his hole. Felt good. Nevin relaxed into the pleasure. Marco was going slow and steady. It made his anxiety leak away. “Can you…” He took a deep breath. “Can you take one more?” Marco ended the question with a growl. “Can you?” Nevin grinned. “Fuck no!” Marco spun him around. To Nevin’s surprise, the beautiful Italian threw Nevin over his shoulder in one swoop. “What the hell are you doing?” He laughed as he asked. “Romantic shit.” Marco carried him into the bedroom and swung him onto the bed. - Prize One -- Prize Two -To Enter comment below: NEXT CONTEST HERE AT 2PM
preparing for prom, the guy standing in front of his mirror hardly resembling the child that spent so much of his youth pestering her. Will they find a way to admit to themselves and their families that their feelings are deeper than friendship? And can Lila focus on this building relationship – and deal with her unstable ex – and still win the dance contest? - SNEAK PEEK -A little later, I get home. Jacob’s at school for a volunteer project, and my parents aren’t back from work. Not too shocking, since it’s only four o’clock. What is surprising is finding Lila on the couch in pajamas, watching an Abbot and Costello movie. I frown, then glance at my watch. “Shouldn’t you be at dance practice?” She peeks at me, blushes for some reason I don’t understand, and shrugs. “Couldn’t concentrate, so we quit early. Police jitters, I guess.” “Yeah, that’ll do it.” That could also explain the redness in her face, so I don’t press the matter. Instead, I gesture at the TV. “Which one’s this?” “Hold That Ghost.” She lifts a corner of the blanket she’s using and looks sheepishly at me. “Want to watch it?” I smile at how typical the situation is, despite the police commentary and the blush. Lila’s been obsessed with Abbot and Costello movies since we were kids, and this isn’t the first time I’ve caught her in comfortable clothes, watching one. I guess I officially know another piece of the girl that made it to adulthood. “Sure thing,” I say before sitting next to her and pulling the blanket over my lap. “This one’s actually my favorite.” She gawks at me like I’ve made the dumbest statement possible. “Of course it is. It’s the best one.” I chuckle as I wrap my arm around her shoulders. She tenses at first, but I brush it off as nothing when she leans into me barely a second later. “You know that’s an opinion, right?” “So?” she replies. “So you said it like it isn’t debatable. Like an opinion can’t be wrong.” She grins up at me, and my breath catches. This is definitely the most beautiful girl in the world, even if she’s dressed down. “Your apparent opinion, that opinions can’t be wrong, is wrong.” I squeeze her tighter as another laugh spills from my lips. “Whatever you say, Munchkin.” “Exactly.” We watch the movie until its end, amused at all the right places. It never gets old seeing her with these films, hearing her cackle like she’s experiencing them for the first time. She’s so incredibly perfect. When she turns to me after switching the TV off, I’m still thinking those things. The moment I hear her gasp, I realize my thoughts must be written all over my face. I expect her to put distance between us, maybe slap me, but she doesn’t. She stares right back at me until her gaze eventually drops to my lips. That’s all the signal I need. I’m kissing this girl. So I do. I lean in to catch her lips with mine, surprised when she doesn’t hesitate in the least to return the gesture. It’s slow at first, innocent pecks, then gradually becomes something more heated. My hands settle on her face, and I can feel her fingers move up my chest to hold the back of my neck where she plays with the ends of my hair. Every minute I’ve wanted this kiss and all the times I’ve imagined it didn’t prepare me for how incredible it would be. - Prize One -- Prize Two -- Prize Three -To ENTER you MUST comment below: Our next contest will be HERE at 9am
takes Colt under his wing, hoping to polish off his rough edges, opposites attract and a passionate romance blossoms despite the differences in age and background. But can it survive a Kensington Board of Directors who believe Colt is nothing but a gold digger and a kidnapper determined to profit from the love of Mal’s life—dead or alive? - Sneak Peek -There were several hundred people attending, and it took Mal less than a minute to remember why he avoided social interactions such as this. People were gathered around three long buffet tables placed at different parts of the room. “Room” was a relative term since Mal was sure several football teams could play comfortably within its walls. “This place is huge,” Colt whispered. “I think they have the space shuttle parked over there.” Mal leaned close enough that only Colt would hear him. Colt grinned. “Another joke, right?” Mal shrugged. “I don’t know. Go look.” Colt gave him an incredulous stare, making Mal chuckle. Colt smiled at a few people as they walked farther into the room. “I guess we should mingle.” “Yeah, I guess we should.” Mal stood beside Colt as they both watched all the people milling around the room. “We could do our socializing together,” Mal suggested. “Just like we’d do if we were on a date?” Colt ventured, then bit his lower lip and looked around the room again. Mal’s gaze slid sideways to Colt. “I’d like that—a date.” Colt turned to him and smiled softly. “Me too. I’d like it a lot.” Mal nudged Colt’s elbow. “Targets at two o’clock.” There were small groups of people near the buffet tables, so they made their way over. Mal greeted several people and introduced Colt simply as the company’s new promo person and his guest for the evening. The normal party chatter ensued, and Colt seemed content to make small talk with people who were complete strangers. A large-distributor executive cornered Mal, but he still managed to position himself so he could keep an eye on Colt. Colt was full of youthful enthusiasm on top of being a stunning man, so it didn’t surprise Mal when more people were drawn to him. As the evening progressed, small sparks of jealousy turned into full-on flames each time another guest would touch Colt’s arm or pat his shoulder. It seemed forever to Mal before he was able to extricate himself and move back to Colt’s side. Colt visibly relaxed when Mal bumped his elbow and held a glass of water with a lemon wedge in it out to him. The smile that spread over Colt’s face turned the flames of jealousy into a warm glow in Mal’s chest. “I’m really just the guy who stands in front of the camera and holds a bottle of Kensington’s whiskey,” Colt explained to a woman who had cornered him and was standing a little close for comfort. He struck a pose with the glass, giving a visual to his words. She laughed and squeezed Colt’s arm. “Well, I’d certainly like to get to know more about how you do that for Kensington’s.” Her gaze flicked to Mal for the briefest second before she focused completely on Colt again. Mal stepped up so he was between her and Colt, holding out his hand to the woman. “Malone Kensington. You’re with Heineken, aren’t you?” - Prize One -- Prize Two -To ENTER you MUST comment below: OUR NEXT CONTEST WILL BE HERE AT 2PM
perspective for Nick. After Nick catches Amelia enjoying a little fetish pornography, he convinces her to agree to a hot fling, but much to Nick’s displeasure, she wants to keep their affair secret. Sneaking around and indulging in risky sexual play while staying at her parent’s home for the holidays won’t get Amelia everything she’s always dreamed of. Terrified to expose her heart once more, Amelia struggles to discover whether they can overcome their past. - Sneak Peek -Her eyes drifted shut as she tugged on the button of her jeans, eager to touch herself, and begin working toward her climax. A cough sounded behind her. She froze. “What a great way to start my morning.” No longer alone, Amelia’s eyes whipped open. She’d been so caught up in the moment, she never even heard him approach. Moving quickly she slammed the lap top closed. With the sounds of the porno cut off Amelia whirled around. Embarrassment crashed over her in waves as she found herself standing face to face with Nick, her brother’s best friend. She could feel his eyes on her as she gathered up her computer, hugging it to her chest. She peeked at him from behind her makeshift shield. Although she hadn’t seen much of him in recent years, he could still take her breath away. His hair was sleep tousled, and he stood in nothing but his pajama bottoms. His broad chest was as bare as his feet. His expression dark and confused. She realized he was waiting for an explanation. Instead, she went on the defensive. “What the hell are you doing here?” He blinked. “I’m here for the holidays, like every year.” Amelia pressed a hand to her forehead. Of course. “My mom didn’t tell me you were here yet,” she said lamely as though that explained her odd behavior. “Three days.” At a standstill, they merely stared each other down. What he thought of her in that moment she didn’t want to know. She could feel her cheeks heating and found herself wondering how long he had been standing there watching her. Rounding the couch, she considered how many days she could hide in her room before her parents dragged her out. With any luck, she would manage to avoid Nick for a few days at the very least. Aiming to shoulder her way past him so she could make a break for the stairs Amelia put on a brave face and stalked toward him. His big body didn’t budge as she tried to maneuver around him. Attempting to edge by she mumbled, “You know, maybe we could just forget about this. You know, pretend I’m just not here yet.” She tried for a winning smile, but it faded when she saw humor light his eyes. Growing up he and Gabe had teased her endlessly, and now she’d handed him ammunition. “I don’t think so.” He took a step closer to her. She had to tilt her head to keep his gaze. Rascal that he was he had the audacity to crack a smile at her discomfort. Her body was still primed for the orgasm she’d been denied. His nearness didn’t help matters. Masculinity and dominance rolled off him. People took notice when he entered a room. He wasn’t the broad and bulky type, but he was lean with a casual grace, that made women think stamina. - Prize One -- Prize Two -To ENTER comment below: NEXT CONTEST WILL BE HERE AT 9am
look her up, see if we could have some more fun. I never counted on the little girl glued to her hip, or the fact the kid was mine. So I did what I do best. I ran. But now I want something I’ve never wanted before. My family. Because Josie and our daughter, Allegra, are exactly what’s been missing in my life. I just have to do some groveling and hope she’ll forgive me. Easy, right? I’ve never had a woman tell me no. Figures the one I want more than anything might be the first to send me packing. But when she gets an unexpected visitor who threatens her and our child, I’ll do whatever it takes to keep them safe. Now that I’m ready to keep my woman and kid, I’m not letting anyone take them away. - SNEAK PEEK -I frowned at Scratch. “What do you mean they want me out of here?” Scratch rubbed his beard. “I didn’t ask questions, but I’d imagine it has something to do with you f**king Tank’s sister the last time you were here. You ran off with her for a few days and I don’t think that went over well with big brother.” “Sh*t, Scratch! She’s a grown woman and can make her own decisions. If she has a complaint about our time together, I want to hear it from her.” He shrugged. “Do you know where she lives?” I asked. “I shouldn’t tell you,” Scratch said. “They don’t want you anywhere near her.” “We’re brothers, man. Come on. I just want to talk to her. If she’s pissed at me, fine. I want to hear it from her.” He watched me for a moment, then nodded. “I heard she’s been living with Tank. Green two-story house about two miles down the road,” he said, nodding to the left of the compound. “But if Tank beats the sh*t out of you for going after his sister, you’re on your own. You’ve already been warned away.” “I’m just going to talk to her. If she wants me to leave, then I will.” “Don’t stir sh*t up, Jackal. I’ll send you packing and ask someone else to come help. You hear me?” Scratch asked. “Yeah. I hear you.” I got on my bike and went in search of Tank’s house. The car parked in the driveway of the green house looked to be the same one that had been outside the clubhouse that night over two years ago. I killed the engine on my bike and walked up the porch steps, then knocked on the door. A slightly curvier Josie opened the door, her hair up in a messy bun, no make-up on her face, but f**k if she didn’t look gorgeous. Her hips seemed a little wider than before and her breasts looked bigger too. She damn near took my breath away, and I knew I was staring. There were dark circles under her eyes, and there was a yellow smear on her tank top, but I ached to reach for her. I smiled. “Hi, Josie.” Her eyes went wide and she stepped outside, pulling the door mostly shut behind her. She cast a nervous glance into the house before facing me again. “What are you doing here, Jackal?” “I came to help Zipper and I wanted to see you.” She nervously looked over her shoulder again through the crack in the door, pulling it closed a little more before looking at me. Something was up, but I didn’t know what. I knew Tank wasn’t in there, so who was? Was there a guy in there she didn’t want me to see? I hadn’t really thought about her hooking up with someone while I was gone, but I should have. A beautiful redhead like Josie? She probably had men falling at her feet. “You should go,” she said. “Go, but… What’s going on, Josie? Are you pissed I didn’t call?” I glanced at the door, anger burning in my gut. “Is there someone else?” “Please, Jackal. I can’t do this right now.” She stepped back inside, careful that I wouldn’t see into the house, then shut the door. I heard the lock click and her footsteps wander away. What the f**k was going on? - Prize One -- Prize Two -- Prize Three -To ENTER you MUST comment below:
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