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Sex Up Your Monday with Libby Bishop!

3/27/2017

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I meant to post this yesterday, as per usual, but after spending most of last week and Saturday ransacking the house, throwing stuff out, tidying, re-organising, cleaning out snake tanks, and generally being all go and no stop, I needed Sunday off. Kyle and I spent most of the day re-watching Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex. I did make a start on Wild Blood MC 3 (which now has a title - Slater's Claim), but mostly I was offline. Thus, no post. So! Now you get to start your week off with a bang. Libby Bishop is here with a look at the third in her Green Mountain Shifters series, CLAIMED BY THE WOLF. Let's dive in! I love this cover. The heroine's eye is so striking.
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When Katee Ellis wakes up naked in a strange bed, unable to recall the events that led to such a state, she understandably begins to panic. The appearance of a man she doesn’t know deepens her concern. She soon learns that she was attacked by a wolf, and will become one within a week’s time. After being human for so long, she doesn’t know how she’ll manage to make that adjustment.
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Mathias Blackwell—the strange man, and powerful wolf shifter, who told her of the attack—eases some of her worry. His presence calms her, and makes her feel safe. Their instant attraction grows stronger the longer she’s with him. He promises to protect her against the wolf who attacked her, who also happens to be his brother. She believes him. But his brother has already gotten her away from her loved ones once—can he do it again?


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“Hey, Good Lookin’” by Hank Williams greeted Katee Ellis as she woke. Her head pounded, and her mouth was dry as if she had the worst hangover ever. Yet, she couldn’t recall drinking the night before.

As her eyes cleared, she realized she didn’t recognize the ceiling, its chipped and peeling paint. She sat straight up, her head swimming as nausea swept her from the movement. Placing her hands on both sides of her head, sinking them into her hair, she closed her eyes and tried to take deep breaths. When the nausea faded away, she opened her eyes, and then she realized she was completely naked.

What the hell?

She quickly pulled a sheet up and held it at her breasts, trying to figure out how the hell she’d gotten into a rumpled bed in a worn down bedroom.

Hank continued to sing as heavy steps from outside the room caught her attention—she inhaled, scenting the wild. Wait. She inhaled again. Shock coursed through her when she realized she could smell everything around her—the old wood, the man coming toward the room, the cool mid-autumn breeze coming through the barely opened window.

Her heart skipped a beat, and then sped up as panic began to take hold. She dug for a memory to tell her how she’d gotten where she was, but nothing came, which alarmed her more. Through shapeshifting friends she knew what the situation could mean … and she tried her damnedest to calm down, to shove the panic down as her blood pounding in her ears blocked out all other noise.

What the hell happened to me?

“Here, this should help.” The man’s voice was deep, with a British lilt. The sound snapped her back to reality.
She held the blanket closer, tighter.

She looked over slowly, pushing her long, dark red hair out of her eyes. Her gaze settled on a tall, lithe, muscled man. His thermal, long-sleeved shirt clung nicely to his torso. Her sharp vision could plainly see that strong arms were hidden underneath the fabric.

He stepped closer to her, holding out a mug to her. After holding his dark blue gaze for a moment, she reached out and took it. The heat from it felt good as it spread beneath the skin of her hand. Coffee.

As the man moved to the desk and grasped a chair in one hand, she inhaled the scent of the beverage. Heaven. Taking a sip, she tasted the slight bite of whisky, which made her smile softly.

“A little hair of the dog never hurt.” He returned her smile as he set the chair down and took a seat, running a hand through his hair before leaning forward and resting his elbows on his thighs. His body language was telling her something was wrong, but since she was still a little off balance she didn’t ask right off.
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“No,” she replied. Taking another sip of coffee, she held the sheet with her other hand. She wasn’t a prude, but she didn’t know this man. “How did I get here? And where is here? And more importantly, who are you?”
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Libby Bishop is my pen name for my paranormal romance/erotic alter ego. I write dark fantasy/horror under the name October Weeks.

I love reading, writing, movies, Lindt dark chocolate, autumn, the SyFy Channel (Haven and Bitten!), and spending time with friends and family. I have one fat, fluffy cat who thinks she’s queen of the house…and really, she is 

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Sex Up Your Sunday - and get Reckless with Lily Harlem

3/19/2017

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Happy Sunday once again! How's it going for everyone? It's verging on feeling Spring-like here - the daffodils think so, anyway. I'm still wearing my fluffy slippers and putting the heating on, though. Anyway! Lily Harlem is guaranteed to heat things up. In the mood for sci-fi menage? Of course you are!
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Reckless by Lily Harlem
A Standalone Novel in the Planet Alpha Series

Thank you for inviting my sexy aliens, Ciro and Luc over to your site. These guys are big tough Alphan males with golden skin, horns and a primitive desire to keep the woman in their life safe and satisfied at all times. However, they’ve been enjoying keeping each other content in the needs of the flesh as they’ve waited for Aurora to arrive into their lives – not that they could ever have imagined how she’d get there!

I hope you’ll check out RECKLESS which is just one of several ménage a trois Planet Alpha erotic romances available. It’s perfectly fine as a standalone read so go ahead, immerse yourself in a sexy new world where giving into love and lust is the order of the day, after you’ve fought off the bad guys of the Universe that is!

Aurora Zenith is battling to survive in poisonous London. Working at a docking station to Planet Alpha is not helping. Why? Because each day she witnesses lucky humans rocketing to a better life in the stars. With a surname last on the list to escape and a lung condition making her first on the list for death she’s getting desperate … and reckless.

Seeing an opportunity to stow away on sexy Captain Ciro’s shuttle to Alpha, Aurora acts first and thinks later. Trouble is, without a plan she’s flailing in space and lost on an alien world.

A string of rash decisions and a hasty retreat make for a perfect storm of danger, deceit, and lust. Will Aurora escape the evil Xyran who has her in his sights? Will Captain Ciro ever tear his attention from his gorgeous copilot and notice her? And what do the Alphans mean when they say a woman will complete them?

The only thing to do is fly with them and see where she lands.


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Excerpt


Tentatively, Aurora approached the club. The smell of food grew stronger, as did the sound of voices. Before her was a set of steps leading downward. A polished wooden handrail was attached to the wall.

She took hold of it and allowed her palm to slide down as she descended. Warmth wrapped around her, and the sound of voices competed with the music. Passing several doorways, some closed, some ajar, she arrived at a large wooden double doorway. It was only open a few inches so she paused and looked inside.


Her heart sank. There didn’t appear to be any females. She’d stand out way too much if she just wandered in.


Several small animals were on spits being roasted over a fire, and she guessed they were the source of the heavenly smell. Alphans stood and sat around the fire, drinking from stout glasses and apparently immersed in conversation. It was clearly a place to eat and drink, and discuss the events of their planet.


The music came from a large speaker at the far end of the room. Manned by an Alphan, he sat with a surly expression next to a control deck, his eyebrows low and his mouth in a tight straight line.


Looking around, Aurora saw that most of the Alphans wore serious expressions. Unlike when humans got together with food and music and friends, Alphans weren’t jovial. The ambiance was solemn, though not threatening.


She licked her lips, saliva pooling in her mouth. When had she last eaten freshly roasted meat? She couldn’t remember. But there was no point getting her hopes up. There was no way she’d get any of the food being prepared.

A sound behind her startled Aurora. Turning, she realized it was coming from one of the rooms she’d walked past. She heard it again. A low rumble of an Alphan’s voice, then the scrape of metal on the hard floor, a chair perhaps.

Being sure to keep her footsteps silent, she walked up to the doorway. She didn’t know why. Something was drawing her to it— curiosity, fascination, a need for connection.


Peering through the inch wide crack between door and frame, Aurora could hardly believe what she saw. Captain Ciro and his copilot, Luc, were in the room.


Luc was sitting on a low chair with his hands flat on his thighs, fingers spread. He had his eyes closed and his head tipped back, his hair was tousled around his shiny horns and hung down his back. It was much longer than she’d thought it was. His throat was extended and vulnerable and his golden chest exposed as his pilot’s jacket was undone to his navel.


Beside him stood Captain Ciro. He was looking down with an expression of affection and lust.


Lust?


Aurora pressed her lips together and clenched her fists. Were Ciro and Luc an item? It certainly seemed as if they were.


Ciro stroked the tip of his index finger over Luc’s mouth.


Luc dragged in a deep breath, his chest rising and his jacket slipping a little wider.


“Shh ... be patient,” Ciro whispered. “I need it as much as you do.” He ran his finger over Luc’s chin, then the protrusion of his throat and down to his chest.

“It’s been a long day,” Luc said, tipping his head back further as a tremble attacked him. “That was a close call with those Xyrans.”

“It’s always a risk when we pass that close to the Partin System.”

“I know, but—”

“Shh, there’s no buts.” Ciro stooped and placed his lips a whisper from Luc’s. “The ucrium radiation deflected their attention.”

“I know.”

Ciro slanted his head kissed Luc. A hard, sure kiss that spoke of passion and support, love and a shared history.


Aurora pressed her fingers to her lips. She should leave. This was clearly a private moment in one of the club’s private rooms. No place for a human female to be hanging out.


But she couldn’t. The scene held her captivated. It was as if a magnet was holding her feet to the ground.


Praying no one would find her, she continued to watch as the kiss deepened.


Ciro was busy with his hands, stroking Luc’s chest and belly, but Luc remained still. Almost as if he’d been ordered to sit that way.


By who? 
Ciro? 
But Luc was a mighty Alphan warrior. He could refuse to do anything he didn’t want to.


He wants this.


Ciro rested his hand over Luc’s groin and squeezed.


Luc groaned, a vibrating rumble that mixed with the music.


Ciro broke the kiss. “You’re hard.”


“I need to mate,” Luc said, “with you ... now.”

Ciro straightened and began to undo the golden buckle on his belt, his movements swift and efficient. He stared down at Luc as he did so, and it was evident, due to the large bulge in his groin area, that he was erect.


Aurora’s head spun. She had to go. She had to stay.


Ciro and Luc were homosexual. Seeing them together, doing the deed, would be a fantasy come true—a fantasy she hadn’t known she’d had until moments ago.


But why were they here? In a room in a club?


Clearly they weren’t too worried about being seen by other Alphans. But what would they make of her watching?

They wouldn’t find out. She’d stay just another minute and…


To continue reading Luc, Ciro and Aurora’s sexy story please purchase Reckless.

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About Lily Harlem

Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning author of sexy romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Pride, Evernight, and Stormy Night Publications. Her work regularly receives high praise and industry nominations.

Before turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and her latest HarperCollins release, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse draws on her many experiences while nursing in London. Lily also self-publishes and The Silk Tie, The Glass Knot, Cold Nights, Hot Bodies, Bite Mark and Shared have been blessed with many 5* reviews.

If you love sporty romance don’t miss Hot Ice a seven novel series about those sexy bad boys of the ice
- first novel is only 99c/99p and the second novel is FREE! And also check out Formula One themed novel Accelerated Passion!
Lily writes MF, MM and ménage a trois, her books regularly hit the #1 spot on Amazon Bestseller lists and Breathe You In was named a USA Today Reviewer’s Recommended Read of 2014. Her latest MM novel is Dark Warrior and you can grab Part One of her MM series Caught on Camera for FREE!

Lily also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes darker plot lines and suspense under the name Harlem Dae - check out That Filthy Book which has been hailed as a novel 'every woman should read' and is available in book stores nationwide.
The Sexy as Hell Trilogy, a critically acclaimed boxed set, and their latest novel Paladin are available on Amazon.

One thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms Harlem, is it will be wildly romantic and deliciously sexy. Enjoy!


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Retro Reading - Help Wanted

3/15/2017

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If you asked me to name my major literary influences, off the top of my head I'd say Tamora Pierce and HP Lovecraft. With some more thought I'd talk about CS Lewis, Laurell K Hamilton, MR James, and Patricia Leitch. I would almost certainly have never mentioned Richie Tankersley Cusick.



Yes, it's more Point Horror! After enjoying the nostalgic kick of The Silent Scream last week, I decided to indulge my inner teen a bit more with Help Wanted. This is another of my favourites, and I always remembered it fondly when I thought back, but it wasn't until I re-read it yesterday that I realised Cusick may be the greatest literary influence I never knew I had.

To briefly recap the plot, Robin Bailey is a smart and conscientious student looking to make some fast cash for a Thanksgiving vacation with her friends. She answers a "help wanted" ad and finds herself cataloging books in a creepy old house for a creepy rich family with plenty of creepy secrets. Shenanigans ensue! I am simplifying it somewhat, of course. There are moments of genuine unease and disquiet throughout Help Wanted (like how did I not realise the school janitor was an actual sexual predator the first time round???). There are also some unintentionally uneasy moments, like sort-of love interest Parker Swanson casually dismissing his step-sister's suicidal tendencies as like "eh, she's weird, whatever."

But it holds up for me. I adored Robin as a teenager and I adore her more as an adult. I mean:



She's clever and caring. She defends her best friend, Faye, against boys who label her as "that airhead." She looks after Parker's step-sister, Claudia when everyone else dismisses her and slags her off. She works hard and is unassuming and earnest and I want to be friends with Robin, basically.

Another thing I always liked about this book was the romance - or lack of it. It's too easy to cram a pointless love angle into any book, and I do remember Point Horrors being replete with awkwardly timed teenaged fumbles. Like, look, you're running from a madman/vampire/crazy roommate. You have no time for flirting! Help Wanted skips this. Parker and another guy, Walt, are both obviously interested in Robin, but she has no time for their shit. The book ends with both guys gentlemanly escorting Robin home from a traumatic night of nearly being murdered, and lightly teasing each other about being competition for her, but Robin just sort of rolls her eyes and ignores them. I have to admit, I always kind of assumed that she ended up dating both and they formed a happy open relationship, as this seemed the most logical conclusion to me. On re-reading, I agree with my younger self.

So what are the things that made me realise how much Cusick influenced me? The setting - there's a gothic vibe to this story, with mediums, ghosts, and huge spooky houses playing central roles. If you've read any of Naomi Clark works from UNDERTOW to NIGHT AND CHAOS or my Brides of Darkness books, you'll know I dig that classic gothic vibe. Small towns with dark secrets, the undead, creepy locations, yes. Give me that. (You’ll get to see that in BLOOD OF ANGELS when it releases, by the way!) I doubt that all came from Cusick, but re-reading Help Wanted made me realise she definitely contributed. There's also the element of doubt in here - is it really something supernatural or is there a rational (but horrible) explanation. That appears in PHANTOM FEARS, for a quick example.

This is also the first book I remember reading where mental illness was a plot point, and an important one at that. I think I'd probably always gravitate towards characters who suffer or have suffered mental illness, because I have myself and it fascinates me, but Help Wanted was probably the earliest book I read where it was addressed and discussed openly. Does it handle it well? No. Claudia's paranoia and suicidal tendencies are dismissed as attention-seeking at best, and (spoiler!) she turns out to be the villain, so there's that nasty undercurrent of "crazy people are bad!" in there. Even so, it was...illuminating for me, a depressed and anxious teen, to read about a paranoid and anxious character in any context.

Thinking about Help Wanted lead me onto another Cusick book, Teacher's Pet. I haven't re-read this one yet, but it's another story that features a dark and gothic-esque plot with the whole "creepy setting, dark family secrets, mental illness" thing going on. If I remember correctly, I was outraged by the ending, in which the character I fell in love with turned out to be the villain (and mentally ill. I really need to write something about the presentation of mentally ill characters in Point Horror books, I guess). And the character I thought was a milquetoast wet blanket got the girl, even though he was considerably less attractive and interesting. Bah.

From Teacher's Pet, I think I drew a love of unconventional characters and love stories, in a strange way. I like darker, prickly heroines and romances – think MR RED. Is that all down to Cusick? Probably not, but throughout Help Wanted, I kept thinking "I love that trope! I write that trope!" and it was pretty cool to think about how I've used those tropes in my own work.

Next on the retro reading list? Probably Caroline B Cooney's Freeze Tag. We shall see!

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Sex Up Your Sunday with Ravenna Tate!

3/12/2017

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If you aren't reading Ravenna Tate yet, why not? Whether you want sci-fi, paranormal, contemporary, or dark romance, she's got you covered! She's visiting me today with the latest in her Tortured Love series, RELENTLESS. Let's dive straight in!
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RELENTLESS

Tortured Love 3


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For years, Blake the Snake, as he was known to his Alpha Chi Gamma brothers, took pictures of the conquests of auction winners having sex with their “prizes” at the fraternity’s annual Spring Bacchanalia. It was all in fun, until he stopped a young woman from being raped by the football player who had won her.

From that moment on, Blake Bombay’s life changed forever. He became obsessed with Kendra Kensington, and worked tirelessly to keep her safe. While watching her from afar, he plotted and planned for the day when she would be his. Trouble was, she didn’t know it. She never saw his face that night or learned his name. But that didn’t matter to Blake. She was his. She had always been his, and one day she would be his forever.


EXCERPT


“Oh, wait. What have we here?” He turned her around so her back faced him, and brushed his hand across her soaking wet slit. “Oh, Kendra…”


There was no answer. She couldn’t even moan. She was lost in the heady sensations once more of his hands on her, caressing her in exactly the right way to bring an orgasm close. He played with her clit, teasing it until Kendra’s moans grew loud, and she pushed back against him, wanting more.


“What should I do with you, you naughty girl?”


Oh, what a question! “Anything you want.”


His soft chuckle sent a thrill racing through her. “You might regret saying that.”


“Not a chance.” Every cell in her body tingled with desire.


When he lifted her skirt, he brushed his hand over her ass cheeks, alternating them. “You really do have a beautiful ass.”


“Thank you.” She was out of her mind with need. Nothing existed except his touch on her skin.


The swats on her ass were light at first, but Kendra had to hang onto him once he began. She’d never been so turned on in her life. Her clit contracted in tiny spasms as the strikes grew harder, burning now each time he hit her. But at the same time, Kendra didn’t want him to stop. Her climax inched closer when she flexed her Kegel muscles, sending shockwaves of desire racing through her groin and out to her fingers and toes.


“Let’s see how much you like this.” He brushed his fingers over her labia. “Oh, wow. I’d say a lot.”


The giggles turned to moans when he pushed two fingers into her pussy. Blake kissed her neck as he finger-fucked her, his thumb now rubbing her clit in time to his thrusts. She clutched his arm for support as a crazy orgasm began, and when he realized what was happening, he bent her over the table until her she rested face down on the surface. Her torso was supported, but her ass was bare.


“Please don’t stop, Blake.”


“I won’t, sweetheart.” He continued moving his fingers in out of her until the climax finished. She was so wet, Kendra heard slurping sounds when he finally removed his digits from inside her pussy.


“Oh, fuck.” Blake spanked her a few more times on each cheek, harder this time, before she heard the sound of a zipper. “I can’t wait, Kendra. I’ve never done anything so fucking sexy in my life.”


The tip of his dick rubbed her ass cheeks, and Kendra was certain she’d go out of her mind long before he got it inside her. He ran one finger along the crack of her ass.


“I’m going to fuck you right here, on this table. What do you think about that?”


“Yes. Please!”


“Oh, Kendra…” He grasped her right hip and slid his cock into her pussy, groaning loudly. Kendra cried out in pleasure as he slammed into her. His thrusts were quick and powerful, and she loved it. Being taken like this, still fully clothed and bent over the dining room table, was the kinkiest thing she’d ever done.


While David Bowie sang about his China girl, Blake fucked her like a runaway train. When he massaged her clit again, another climax tore through her, making her dizzy with its intensity.


“Kendra … oh my God, this feels so damn fantastic!”

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Retro Reading

3/9/2017

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A couple of weeks ago I was feeling sorry for myself. I can't remember why, but I expect I was probably having a flare-up of my wrist/arm/shoulder problems and in a lot of pain, since that's the most common reason I would feel sorry for myself. My usual solution in such times is to buy myself something nice, like a new bag of loose leaf tea or a huge bar of chocolate. This time, however, inspired by a Facebook post, I headed on over to Amazon and searched for "Point Horror."

I must have read hundreds of Point Horror books as a teen. My parents were leery of letting me read Stephen King, but I guess they figured books like The Window couldn't possibly be psychologically damaging.
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Eventually I ran out of bookshelf space and sold all my Point Horrors on, and mostly forgot about them. But once I remembered, thanks to said Facebook post, I was suddenly seized with an urge to revisit my childhood favs. It turns out there are a lot available for the Kindle now (sadly, The Cemetery, my hands-down favourite, is not...yet). But a fair few of my most cherished reads are there, including this one:
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I absolutely loved the Nightmare Hall books (although they probably left me with a really warped view of American college life). I actually started with book two in the series, The Roommate, which I borrowed from a friend. Then I went back and read the series in order, although you don't really need to. Starting with The Silent Scream does give you the full story on why Nightmare Hall is so-called, though.

Anyway! I snapped this one up to make myself feel better. Then by sheer coincidence I discovered a podcast called Teen Creeps which recently did an episode on this very book. I decided to read the book, then listen to the podcast episode to get that full nostalgic whack. It was really fun to revisit this series, and I'm definitely going to pick up some more. The book is a lot shorter than I remember, but I guess when I was thirteen or so, it probably seemed like a pretty thick tome. I remember really loving the female friendships in The Silent Scream, and I was pleased to find on re-reading that they do hold up. Our heroine, Jess, is smart, relatable, resourceful, and kind. The horror is...well, it's teenaged horror, so it's definitely not psychologically scarring, but some scenes are still pretty creepy even to 33-year-old me. Like Jess finding her clothing drawer full of fucking worms omg, or being locked in a basement that's slowly filling with gas.

The villain, I think, got scarier with time, because I'm better able to appreciate now that a controlling, dominating man is a figure of genuine fear. When I was a kid, the villain's motives and actions seemed a bit lame, but experience has taught me that, no, this kind of thing actually happens. Maybe not the way it plays out in this particular book, but there are guys like him out there, and women are vulnerable to them.

I'm now trying to figure out which Point Horror to revisit next. I remember adoring Help Wanted (but being disappointed that the love triangle didn't turn into some kind of open relationship) and Freeze Tag, but there are a fair few available that I never read, so I'm debating picking up something brand new and seeing if those nostalgia googles affected my feelings on The Silent Scream. We'll see! Now I'm off to nurse my wrist/arm/shoulder, because typing thos post off definitely made it all hurt, which I guess is sort of poetic. Stay creepy!
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Sex Up Your Monday with Gale Stanley!

3/6/2017

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It is still Monday, right? It's been a hell of day. The day job was at peak stress levels, I feel kinda sick, and my fiance left on a work trip  for Sweden today, so it's just been all go and nowhere near enough stop. But now I am stopping, and leaving you in the capable hands of Gale Stanley while I have a nice cup of tea and watch She Wolf: England's Early Queens. Happy Monday!
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Jaegar is book 4 in the Hybrids series. They’re best read in order, but if you haven’t read the others, there’s enough backstory here to get you up to date.

Jaegar
Hybrids 4

Genre: Alternative (M/M, Gay), Contemporary, Paranormal, Shape-shifters
Length: 21,876 words

Blurb
Panty-melting rocker Jaegar Nash is really a hybrid passing as human. Then, he falls for his bodyguard and discovers a jaguar can’t hide its spots.

Sexy Israeli bodyguard Abram Galante can’t resist his attraction to Jaegar, but when he finally makes his move, he puts them both in danger.

When the existence of hybrids was exposed to the world, their creator, Dr. Joseph Shepard, fled to Russia. Now, he’s back in the States and working for Brian Abbot, CEO of a biotech company. With the fear of terrorism so widespread, Shepard and Abbot know the timing is right to create a new army of super soldiers.

And they plan to start with Jaegar Nash.


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http://www.bookstrand.com/book/jaegar

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Jaegar knew he should throw Bram out of his room, the man could be a bounty hunter in disguise, but lust was the enemy of reason. He wanted Bram. Wanted him bad. And he could rationalize it easily. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. It was crucial to find out exactly what Bram knew, and it might be even more important to learn his strengths and weaknesses. That knowledge could be critical to Jaegar’s survival. “Maybe you’re right, Bram.”

“I know I am. I love my job, but my life has been all work and no play. I always thought if I took a risk the sky would fall.

“And what if it does?”

“I think it might be worth it.” Bram leaned in as if he were about to—

Jaegar was totally shocked by the kiss. He’d fantasized about Bram for months, but in his dreams Bram’s lips were always on his cock. He never imagined how warm and soft Bram’s lips would feel against his. Seconds later, Bram took the heat level up a notch. His tongue pressed for entrance, and Jaegar opened his mouth with a low purr. Electricity sparked in the air. The world shifted. Everything changed. It was terrifying and beautiful at the same time. No other act had ever felt so intimate. Bram pulled him closer and deepened the kiss as if he wanted to swallow Jaegar whole. All rational thought disappeared. Only feelings and sensations remained. Jaegar needed to touch Bram. He slipped his hands under Bram’s shirt and gripped his strong back, moaning at the contact.

The kiss went on and on. Jaegar never wanted it to end, but finally they came apart. Bram rested his forehead against Jaegar’s and they both inhaled deeply.

Jaegar wasn’t prepared for these feelings. He had no idea a kiss could feel so sensuous and intimate. “Bram?”

“I know. I feel the same.” Bram sat back. “Can I stay?”

Way past the point of saying no, Jaegar nodded. Bram stood and started removing his clothes. Jaegar watched for a few seconds, and then got up to close the drapes. The room was dim, but not dim enough to hide the feral features that became more pronounced in the heat of passion. Jaegar’s eyes would intensify to a unique shade of amber and his pupils turned into slits. Few had ever noticed, but Jaegar had a ready excuse. He explained it away by saying he had coloboma, a congenital defect in humans. Trying to hide his subtle differences had become second nature. He climbed onto the bed and assumed the position.

Bram chuckled. “Does this mean you want me to top?”

“You said you wanted to fuck me.”

“Oh, yeah. I want to fuck you until you can’t stand, but what do you want?”

Jaegar inhaled slowly, impatient to feel the big man mount him. He was pleased that Bram gave him a choice, but his ass clenched with the desire to be filled. “Fuck me, Bram.”

“My pleasure.”

Happy Reading!

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Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.
Some things never change.

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Coming Soon!

3/3/2017

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I'm ending the week on a high! I'm delighted to announce that BLOOD OF ANGELS has been accepted by the good people at Evernight, and will be heading your way sometime in May. Huzzahs!
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I love this little story! It's one I nearly didn't finish for a couple of reasons, but I'm so glad I did. It's a paranormal romance with a mild Southern Gothic vibe (I hope?), and it's really just one of those stories that makes me happy to think about. Hopefully you'll all feel the same!

'll share more details as I have them, but in the meantime, here's the (unedited) blurb.

Thea Clayton knows her life isn’t normal. But even she wasn’t prepared for an angel to fall through her roof.

Turiel gave up his place in Heaven to experience true sensations for the first time in his immortal life. He didn’t realise that meant pain as well as pleasure.

Because Thea isn’t the only person who knows Turiel has fallen. The blood of angels is a precious thing. And some people will do anything to steal it.


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