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Wednesday Snippet - She had to know already he was hooked on her, surely?

9/27/2017

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Happy hump day! This week is going stupidly fast and I feel like I'm lagging behind. Managing to squeeze out enough words on Slater's Claim to keep it moving, but the ending feels like a long way away still. I'm hoping to do some serious catching up this weekend and try to hammer down the middle of the book and move onto Act 3. Wish me luck! In the meantime, here's a taste of what I've written this week. Enjoy!
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Up on the landing, a door clicked open. Slater was almost at the top of the stairs, and he saw a slender figure slip from one of the rooms, heading for the bathroom down the hall. The officers’ rooms all had en suites, but the rest were without. It was a pain in the ass, but plumbing in the old mill wasn’t going to be upgraded any time soon. Hoping a shower would wash away the last of his grim thoughts, Slater waited by the door for the other person to leave the bathroom.

He was startled when Freya emerged, a glass of water in hand. She jumped at the sight of him, splashing water over herself. She was still wearing Tamsin’s borrowed clothes, and she sighed as she examined the dripping wet sleeve of the hoodie.

“Sorry,” Slater said. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t. I was just…miles away.” She whispered it, but the hallway was silent and he heard the exhaustion plainly in her voice.

He should let her go to bed, but there was something inviting and intimate about the hush and the shadows up here, and he wanted to cling onto that, selfish as it was. He leaned against the wall, not wanting to crowd her, wanting her to come to him…if she would. “I know today has been fucked up, but it’s going to get better.”

Even in the darkness, he could see her cynical smile. “I like your optimism.”

“I’m pure sunshine,” he said, once again picturing his fists smacking into Benedict’s face.

She laughed now, soft and low. “Thank you, for tonight. For all of this. I know…I appreciate it. I don’t know what would have happened to me without you.” She shuddered.

“You’ll never have to find out,” he said, realising a few seconds too late how possessive and domineering that sounded. But he wasn’t sure he cared. She had to know already he was hooked on her, surely? She had to at least have guessed the effect she had on him.

She was quiet for a long moment, and he was afraid he’d overstepped, pushed her back. Then finally, with a too-light, too-sweet voice, she said, “well, get me and Kayden out of this mess and we’ll call it even, huh?”

“Even for what?” he asked, confused.

“You know.” Impatient now, she poked him in the chest. The contact sent electricity arcing through him, brief and hot, and sizzling out too quickly as she walked away. “For the dance.”

The dance? She could only mean that dance, that first night, just before Zeke went ballistic. But how were they not even on that? “I paid…”

She was already shutting the door to Punk’s room, cutting his words off with a sharp click as the lock fell into place.

“…for the dance.” Slater laughed, slapping his forehead. Yeah, he’d paid. He’d given the cash to Benedict, hadn’t he? Freya had probably never seen a dime. Shit.

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Sex Up Your Sunday with Casey Moss!

9/24/2017

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Looks like it's Sunday again, folks! If you're like me, you're desperately trying to persuade yourself to do something productive before you have to go back to work and...be productive, but for money, I guess. But maybe you're just looking to chill out and enjoy a lazy afternoon with a dystopian MC romance instead? Sounds good, right? Well, I can help! Say hello to Casey Moss.
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Hello! It’s been quite some time since I’ve had a release, and now I can say all that’s changed. A big thank you to my host for allowing me to visit today and share my story Transcending Fire. This erotic, futuristic, dystopian story based around different motorcycle gangs has had quite a journey to get to this point. Perhaps one day I’ll share the two-plus-year jaunt this story went through to find a home. Luckily, it finally has. Even with all the trials it went through, I still love this story. It’s one of my favorites that I’ve written, and one that I didn’t get tired of during the editing process either. Yay!

A man dealing with an Earth in chaos. A woman from an alternate universe hoping to find her destiny. Two motorcycle gangs and a real bad ass who wants to ruin everything. What’s not to like?
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Hunter Macario wants one thing—a place to belong. When given an opportunity to solidify his position in the motorcycle club, Devil’s Thunder, he takes it.

Dragon’s Clan member, Safaia King, believes she’s found the man from her people’s legend and her dreams. She has one goal, even if he’s in a rival club—to make Hunter hers and keep him safe so he can fulfill their destiny.

After Hunter makes a huge mistake, he’s sent to where Safaia lives—an alternate universe called The Den. In this new world, sex, battles, and secrets abound. Hunter must survive The Den to right some wrongs or else he could lose everything he’s ever gained, including his home and Safaia’s love.
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ADULT EXCERPT

A wicked glint lit her eyes, and a playful grin spread across her face. She smoothed a hand down his hard chest. “I love the definition of your muscles, Hunter, how they shudder beneath my fingers when I touch you.” Inch by inch, she continued sliding her hand down his torso. She moved her hand between his skivvies and skin. Saf circled his cock and stroked him in time with the motions of his fingers within her. Desire pulsed through his body, setting it aflame. She pressed her face against his chest and playfully bit his pectoral as she rode his hand.

Adrenaline and arousal increased his breathing rate, and a warm buzz raced through him. The pull between them seemed so intense, undeniable, as if they had to be together or perish. He felt like one of the club’s customers addicted to black chip and needing a fix before he went crazy with want. And his drug of choice?

Safaia. Always and forever Safaia.


He wanted to eat her up. “I want to taste you. Lick up your juices and have you squirm beneath my face.” Hunter yanked down her jeans and repositioned her until her ass was at the edge of the boulder.


Sinking to his knees, he placed himself between her legs. Looking forward to tasting her sweetness and feel her softness after facing the harsh realities of his life, he traced a line of gentle kisses along her inner thigh from her knee to her pussy and then fastened his mouth on the sensitive folds between her legs. When he dipped his tongue into her canal, she shifted her butt to allow him better access. He reached up and snaked his rough hands under her shirt, concerned only for a moment whether she enjoyed or loathed the coarse touch of his dry, work-worn skin. She moved the cloth and her bra out of the way.

Seems she doesn’t mind
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Pushing away all his thoughts and focusing on her—his carnal treasure—Hunter kneaded her tits while he teased her clit. He loved the taste and scent of her musky flesh and lapped up her essence as he said he would.


She grasped his head, weaving her fingers in his hair. “Oh, great Universe. This is. This is.” She panted and grappled with his locks as a low, deep moan rolled from her throat. “I think I’m going to come.”


The first night they’d met, their lovemaking had been hot and fast, more
wham bam thank you than let’s linger and relish this. This time, though, he wanted to savor her, make her feel all sorts of naughty pleasure as he took his own.
Saf bucked and tried to scooch away, but he grabbed her hips and kept her from moving away from him. Unrelenting, he tongue fucked her. She struggled and wriggled, but he continued his assault, plunging his tongue in and out of her, licking up her wetness, and nipping at her clit. Safaia pressed the back of his head and lifted her ass. Spasms racked her body. She cried out his name.

Bringing her to orgasm thrilled him, but his selfish streak came forward. He wanted to enjoy her and feel his own pleasure, so he rose, stepped back, and removed his jeans.

BIO ~ Casey Moss

Casey Moss delves into the darker aspects of life in her writing, sometimes basing the stories on reality, sometimes on myth. No matter the path, her stories will take you on a journey from the light-hearted paranormal to dark things unspeakable. What waits around the corner? Come explore…


LINKS ~ Casey Moss

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Wednesday Snippet - She wanted to trust him

9/20/2017

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Okay. So chances are I won't be finishing this book by the end of September like I thought. Real Life hasn't been kind to my writing schedule over the past week or so. But I still think I can get it done by early October, so that's the new, more realistic goal. I guess it's not impossible that I can write another 30k words or so by the end of the month, but I would have to stop eating, sleeping, and doing my day job, so... nah. Anyway! I do have some words to share regardless, so enjoy!
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Freya hesitated before getting back on Slater’s bike. Slater, already astride and holding his helmet out to her, frowned.

“You okay?”

She laughed, scanning the street. It was quiet in this corner of Wakefield, and there was surely no way anyone could have tracked them here, but her mind turned shadows into hitmen, car engines backfiring into gunshots. She wanted nothing more than to hide in the Cactus Club until daybreak, huddled down with Kayden and drinking cocktails until the night passed. The bar felt like a safe haven, especially with Slater there. He seemed so in control, so certain of what was going to happen, it was impossible not to feel comforted.

But she wasn’t sure hiding out in his biker gang den was going to feel quite as safe. She saw stories in the news all the time about gang violence, turf wars, drug deals gone wrong… And then there was the inescapable fact that Slater worked for Benedict.

She wanted to trust him. Wanted to cling to him. But how could she when there was still so much she didn’t know about him? She had no idea where his loyalties would lay if it came to the crunch, and he owed her nothing. Well, almost nothing.

“Freya?” Slater called, breaking her moody reverie. “You ready to go?”

Well, what choice did she have? Punk had already absconded with Kayden. She nodded, taking the helmet. Then she hesitated again, one leg slung over the back of his bike. The sight of her fishnet-clad leg, capped by a ridiculous high heel, froze her.

“Your club…” She paused, not sure how to ask without insulting him. “They’re not going to think I’m a hooker, are they?”

Slater twisted round to look at her, his face solemn in the glow of the bar lights. “It is a risk,” he said. “My brothers…they’re sex fiends. Animals. It’s wild in there, Freya, I’ll be honest with you. Taking a beautiful young woman like you in there is like taking a virgin to dragons.”

She gaped at him, completely at a loss as to whether to take him seriously.

“Luckily for you,” he continued, “I’m a knight in training, ready, willing, and more than able to protect you from the fierce onslaught of sexual demands and obscenities you’re going to encounter.”

She went cold, then hot with indignation when he smirked at her. She slapped his shoulder, her hand bouncing off his leather cut. “Be serious. Look at me! I’m dressed like…like a stripper, and I’ve already had one man think I’m for sale tonight. You don’t think I know about MCs? I’m not walking into some sex party –“

“Freya.” He stopped her, raising his hand. “I wouldn’t take you anywhere you wouldn’t be safe. Yes, there are girls at the club who are there for sex and not much else, but you’re not one of them, and I’ll put straight anyone who thinks otherwise. My brothers are good men. You don’t need to be worried, okay?”

She bit her lip, worried anyway, then settled herself properly onto the bike. Her short skirt and fishnets offered her no padding or protection, but she’d found on the ride here that she didn’t mind that. The throb and purr of the engine was embarrassingly delicious, and the chill of the night air contrasted sweetly with the heat of the bike. She wrapped her arms round Slater’s waist and pressed her cheek to his back, inhaling the scent of old leather and woody musk. Something else she’d learnt on the ride here – she really liked the way he smelt.

She really liked a lot of things about him. Why couldn’t he be a doctor or a lawyer instead of a biker with possible Mafia connections? The universe was cruel. She sighed, the sound lost in a rush of air as he gunned the engine and they shot away.

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Sex Up Your Sunday with Ravenna Tate!

9/17/2017

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It's Sunday, lovely people! And you know what that means! It's time to discover a new book. If you're hanging out at my blog, chances are good you already love MC romance, and so maybe you already know about Ravenna Tata's Demons on Wheels series. If you're yet to discover it, run NOW and grab book one, TANNIN'S THUNDERBOLT. Then run back here and check out book two, GORGON'S VENGEANCE. If you like your bikers hot, dominating, and devoted, this is a series you can't miss!
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GORGON'S VENGEANCE
Demons On Wheels MC 2

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Chloe Dolan’s life is perfect. She’s the MC President’s old lady, she loves to dance at Scotty’s Place—the strip club the MC owns and operates, and she and Gorgon are deeply in love. But Chloe’s perfect life falls apart one night after her last set when she spots her abusive ex-boyfriend, Brad, in the crowd. He’s been gone a year, but now it appears he’s back to stay.

As Gorgon and the MC Brothers deal with the fallout from a turf war, they have their hands full from the Outlaw Dogs MC. In the meantime, Brad is stalking Chloe. He’s sending notes to the club, and every time Chloe goes into town, she spots him. Eventually, Chloe is reduced to hiding inside the club.

When the power goes out during a tornado warning, Brad breaks into the club. Can Gorgon save the only woman he’s ever loved?

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Chloe never ceased to be amazed that she could become so aroused, so quickly, whenever Gorgon was near her. All he had to do was look into her eyes, or call her “Chloe” instead of her stage name.


His dark eyes bored into hers, filled with lust and love. Chloe licked her lips and brushed one hand down his back, over his ass, and around the front of his jeans to massage his bulge through the fabric. “I don’t want to think about scary things anymore tonight.”


Gorgon grunted, cupped her face, and bent his head for a rough kiss. He shoved his tongue into her mouth, chasing away the demons in her mind. Gone were the horrible memories of what Brad had put her through, and the shock of seeing him tonight. Instead, Chloe let go and welcomed the heady sensation of being taken by the man she loved.


He moved his mouth to her neck, planting tiny bites there. “Get your clothes off, baby. I need to fuck you now.”


Chloe peeled off her tank top and shorts, tossing them across the room. He grasped her breasts and squeezed them together in his strong hands. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”


It had taken her weeks after arriving here to stop trembling in his presence. His dark hair, so soft to the touch, hung down to his shoulders when he didn’t have it tied back. The hairstyle gave him an unruly, lawless appearance that had both excited and frightened her at first.


“I’m gonna explode, baby. On your knees. Take out my dick.”


Her pussy was soaking wet. She loved it when Gorgon spoke to her this way, because she knew how much he loved her. It wasn’t rude or abusive in her mind. This was just his way. He’d lie down in front of a train for her. When he commanded her like this, it turned her on something fierce because there was love and devotion behind it, not fear or oppression.


Chloe dropped to her knees and rubbed her chin over his bulge, teasing him. He grabbed her hair and tugged, hard. “Chloe, dammit … I’m fucking dying here.”


She undid the button on his jeans and pulled down the zipper. He never wore underwear, so she took care not to catch anything as she eased the jeans down his rock-hard thighs. His cock was red, swollen, and already slick with pre-cum. “You’ve missed me, Billy, haven’t you?”


“Baby, I always miss you. Suck me hard. Swallow my cum.”


Chloe slid her tongue up and down the shaft, enjoying the contrast between the veins and the satiny skin. Gorgon moaned loudly, tugging on her hair to move her closer. “Come on, baby. Don’t tease me. You know what I want.”


She knew, but the power it gave her to hold back was as much of a rush as the actual act. Chloe licked his balls before swirling her tongue over his shaft again. When she finally took him into her mouth, he groaned loudly and pushed his dick all the way inside.


After relaxing her throat muscles, she curled her lips around her teeth and let him fuck her with the entire length. Chloe massaged his balls with one hand and teased the soft skin between his sac and upper thighs with the other. She always gave her man what he liked.


Her hair hurt from him pulling on it so hard, and her mouth was sore, but she didn’t mind. This domination was what she loved. Because when it was over, he’d hold her all night and caress her skin, telling her over and over how beautiful she was, and how much he loved her. Things he’d never say unless they were alone. Words he spoke only to her, intimacies shared only between them.
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Wednesday Snippets - “You wanna get out of here?”

9/13/2017

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Happy Hump Day! We're rushing toward the end of the week. I definitely am, because I have a four-day weekend coming up! Looking forward to two extra days of writing, for sure. I'm already behind where I planned to be with Slater's Claim for this month, but on the other hand, I've completed the first-round edits for VANDAL. So I'm working! And I plan to work a lot over the long weekend and really catch up on this first draft. So! Here's a teaser of what I have managed to get down...
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The idea of her being scared of him cut him badly. “You wanna get out of here?” he asked, keeping his voice soft and neutral.

“I'm going anywhere with you,” she spat, stepping back. She had nowhere to go but up against the fire exit, and she jolted as she hit it, her eyes falling closed.

“I'm not your enemy here, Freya,” he said. “You tell me where you want to, and I'll take you there, no questions asked, okay? And then I'll leave you alone, if that's what you want. But I'm guessing you don't want to stick around here.”

She opened her eyes, giving him a narrow, suspicious look. “You're not one of Sammy's, are you? Swear to me.”

“I don't know any Sammy.”

There was a burst of noise behind the fire door, two men yelling. Freya leapt away from it as if scalded, and her expression suddenly turned desperate and pleading. Slater held his hand out to her, a surge of possessive satisfaction filling him when she took it.

Half-dragging her along, he ran from the alley to where his bike was parked out the front of the club. On the door, Glass gave him a quizzical look.

“Something came up,” Slater said, grabbing his helmet and shoving it unceremoniously on Freya's head. “You don't know anything, right?”

He didn't hear Glass's reply over the roar of his engine, but that didn't matter. Glass was solid, and all that mattered to Slater right now was getting Freya away from whatever was scaring her so badly.
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Retro Reading - April Fools

9/12/2017

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Okay, I thought I hadn't read this one before. I certainly never owned it. But once I started reading the sarcastic old British butler's lines, I realised I must have borrowed it from someone, because all the repressed memories came flooding back. Yes, there's an old butler in this book. SPOILER: he turns out to be the true love interest.*


April Fools is the story of what happens when you're involved in a hit and run and try to cover it up. So, first up, this book has nothing to do with April Fools' Day beyond the prologue. I did wonder if Cusick's book was so named to avoid confusion with RL Stine's Point Horror magnum opus, Hit and Run, but that actually came out a year later, so I guess Cusick just thought April Fools had a sinister connotation begging to be explored.

But beyond the story opening with a sort-of-flashback to the night of April Fools, where our intrepid teens, Belinda, Hildy, and Frank, are driving home from a party and Frank tries to run another car off the road "as a prank" because he's the fucking worst, the plot has nothing to do with April Fools. Basically, the other car does go off the road, there's an explosion, and Belinda runs to try to help despite her friends telling her not to because, and this cannot be emphasised enough, Hildy and Frank are the fucking worst. But Belinda can't get close to the car because, you know, it's on fire. So she's left staring helplessly at the fiery wreck when she becomes convinced someone is watching her...someone who saw Frank trying to run another car off the road, who saw the second car go up in flames, and who can identify Belinda as being there because Frank and Hildy keep yelling her name and telling her to get back in the car and abandon the scene of the accident because THEY ARE THE FUCKING WORST.

So that's the set-up! This is a Point Horror book, so Belinda starts receiving creepy packages and messages indicating someone blames her for the car accident. She's freaked out and traumatised and guilty, and the only people she has to help her cope are Frank and Hildy.

 

Oh, okay. So Belinda is all alone with her trauma, then. The trauma of knowing she was involved in a drunken hit and run where people burned to death. I mean, that's a hard thing to deal with as a teenager, right? That's scarring! Surely Hildy, who was there, and whose boyfriend was the driver, must understand...


Oh, okay. But maybe Hildy is in denial! I mean, her boyfriend might be directly responsible for the loss of innocent lives! Surely she understands why this is troubling her best friend so much and she's just trying to protect herself from the reality of the situ...


Never mind then.

Anyway! Belinda is distracted from her guilty conscience, terrible friends, and creepy stalkerish packages by a tutoring job. A rich, annoying woman asks Belinda to tutor her step-son, Adam, because HE WAS RECENTLY MUTILATED IN A TERRIBLE CAR ACCIDENT and she doesn't want him falling behind on school. Stop me if you see where this is heading.

Adam is a prototypical Byronic menace, brooding around in the dark, making cryptic threats and harassing people by screaming "DON'T YOU FIND ME HIDEOUS?" at them whenever they ask how he is. He torments Belinda and glares at her through his bedroom window when she leaves the house, like an asshole. Everyone in this book is terrible apart from Belinda and Cobbs the Butler, basically. Adam does have a nice, gentlemanly step-brother called Noel who is, of course, just dashing and treats Belinda nicely. Like Help Wanted, there's a strong theme of "rich families have weird secrets," although it was nice to see the villains in this book aren't mentally ill, just greedy and murderous in a normal way. And, to be honest, their motivations are logical.

You know who's not logical in this book? Frank and Hildy. Plot twist: it turns out Frank was the one sending creepy packages to Belinda, because he's such a character and thought it would be hilarious to compound her trauma over the fatal accident he caused.** So Frank is a sociopath and Hildy completes enables this because Frank is cute and hilarious, allegedly, and so Hildy allows her best friend to be terrorised by her boyfriend because boys, I guess. Hildy sucks. But Belinda forgives her after they both nearly get killed by the bad guys, and then Hildy dumps Frank, so maybe there's hope for her.

But Belinda should kill off their friendship anyway.

I like Cusick's books, and I liked April Fools, but god fucking dammit, Belinda, you can do better! If there's a lesson to be taken from this book, it's that your friends suck and you should get rid of them and get a butler instead.

*In the sense that the last lines of the book are the teenaged heroine and him saying "I love you" to each other in a way that could totally be interpreted as a declaration of romantic love. It's literally like, "Oh Cobbs, I do love you." "And I love you, miss," and that's the end of the book, so I choose to believe this May-December relationship blossmed from there on.

**Actually, it turns out the villains deliberately caused the car accident, but Frank was literally and actually trying to run the other car off the road "as a joke" so of course Belinda believes him (and indirectly herself) to be responsible until she learns that, and even if Frank didn't actually cause the car crash he was still drunkenly trying to run another car off the road AS A FUCKING PRANK.
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Sex Up Your Sunday with Lucy Felthouse

9/10/2017

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Happy Sunday! I know the day is mostly over, but what the hell. I've just wrapped up first round edits on VANDAL and I need a good book to curl up with for the rest of the evening. And who better to provide that than Lucy Felthouse?
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When a scientific procedure has unexpected results, Rory tries to make the best of a bad situation and ends up becoming an accidental superhero.

Medical scientist Rory is working in his top secret underground laboratory in Central London when a procedure has unexpected results. Far from curing his patient, a monkey called Arnold, of an unpleasant disease, he manages to turn the animal invisible! In his panic, Rory accidentally gets some of the serum he injected Arnold with into his own bloodstream, rendering himself invisible, too. With disbelief and confusion filling his brain, Rory finds it impossible to think straight, much less to figure out what precisely happened, and what on earth he’s going to do about it. So, after stripping off his clothes—which remain visible and therefore would give him away—he heads out into the London night for a walk to try and clear his head. Soon, a series of events lead him into a situation where he takes heroic action to protect somebody from hurting themselves, or someone else. And, just when Rory thinks things can’t get any weirder, he’s found, completely naked, in the home of the man he helped the previous evening. How can he explain his way out of this?
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Excerpt:
Rory carefully placed the empty syringe into a kidney bowl on a wheeled metal table at his side then snapped off his latex gloves and put them next to the bowl. When he turned back to his workstation, though, the monkey he’d just injected had disappeared.

He blinked, as though his eyes were not functioning correctly and that closing and opening them again would do a hard reset. Like doing a restart on his PC when it acted up. Unfortunately, in the case of his eyes, it didn’t help. He tried again, just to be sure. No such luck. The monkey was still not there.

Shaking his head, he looked around the laboratory. It wasn’t very big, and there was nowhere to hide. Not for a creature the size of Arnold, anyway. Even an escaped mouse would be pretty easy to locate. Rory wondered if perhaps he was asleep and dreaming—vivid and bonkers dreams were a constant in his life. A swift pinch of his arm answered that question. Muttering, he rubbed the afflicted area, the cotton of his lab coat soft beneath his fingers.

He frowned, then frowned some more as a thought occurred to him. A thought so unbelievable, so ludicrous that he couldn’t understand why it had even popped into his brain.

Because it’s the only possible explanation.

He shook his head. No, it wasn’t. There was a perfectly rational explanation for Arnold’s sudden disappearance. He wasn’t where he’d left him, but although he was smart, there was no way in hell he could have escaped the lab. It was impossible. Rory reached into his pocket and clasped the hard plastic of his security pass between his fingers and heaved a sigh of relief. The very idea of a monkey—albeit a tame, friendly one—wandering around the City of London didn’t bear thinking about. And neither did the consequences.

Determined to disprove his silly idea, Rory began searching in earnest for Arnold. It took all of five seconds—he wasn’t underneath the workstation, or behind the large storage unit at one end of the long room. All of the cupboards were closed and locked, and the keys still hung securely on a lanyard around Rory’s neck. There was nowhere else the animal could have gone.

Rory scratched his head, the scientist in him still desperate not to resort to believing the thought that was now flashing on and off in his mind in strobe lighting, unwilling to be ignored any longer.

Invisible. You’ve turned Arnold invisible.

No. No way. He was trying to cure a lethal disease, not create some Harry Potter-esque potion for invisibility. But it was a cloak that made them invisible in Harry Potter, wasn’t it, not a potion? He tutted and sighed, then shook his head.

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Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller), The Persecution of the Wolves and Hiding in Plain Sight. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 160 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter and get a free eBook: http://www.subscribepage.com/lfnewsletter

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Wednesday Snippet - But there were other rules...

9/6/2017

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So having set myself the goal of finishing Slater's Claim by the end of September, I now need to step things up a gear. These weekly posts are part of keeping myself on track. Not only does it give you guys a taste of what I'm working on (which hopefully you enjoy!), but it gives me a goal to keep working toward: produce something new and cool to share each week. So without further ado, here's something new and cool for this week!
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“Yeah, so, you know. Be nice to Anthony, okay? You be nice to him, Sammy will be nice to you, okay? Get it?”
She swallowed, fighting the urge to ball her hands into fists. She didn't want to give away any more of her feelings than she already had. “How nice do I have to be?”

Benedict shrugged, running his hand over his thinning hair. “I mean, you know the rules here, honey.”

Sure she did. The rules said private dances were hands-off. The rules said customers had to accept it if a girl turned them down for a dance for any reason. The rules said girls shouldn't give out their real names or their contact information. Those were the official rules, at least, framed and hanging in the lobby in bold, black letters for everyone who entered to see.

But there were other rules, Freya had quickly learned. Unofficial, unspoken rules that girls like Miki operated by. And according to those rules, men didn't have to keep their hands off.

So was Benedict talking about The Rules or the rules? His tone betrayed nothing, and his stupid wolfish grin was the same one he wore whenever he talked to any of the dancers.

So she could feign ignorance, right?

She dropped her defensive posture, loosening her shoulders. Paying a little extra attention to Sammy's friend couldn't be that hard. And if he tried to push it further, she'd...well...She'd deal with it. Somehow. She bit her lip, afraid of something she couldn't – didn't dare – put a name to.

“Sure,” she said, pressing her hand to her churning stomach. “I know the rules.”
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September Accountability

9/5/2017

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We're heading into Autumn! September is my favourite time of year, hands down. I love the bright, cool Autumn mornings, the glorious sunsets, and even the rain. There's something really magical about this month that appeals to the slightly witchy part of my brain. I think I can officially start counting down to mine and Nero's trip to Tokyo in December now, too, which is pretty awesome. We'll be out there for New Year's Eve, and as someone who hates New Year's Eve normally, I can't wait to experience it in a whole new country and culture. Yay!

But that's still in the future, and right now I'm firmly focused on Slater's Claim. I'm about 20k in, and really hoping to finish the first draft this month. I'm estimating it'll be around 60k, just because that's how long WOLF'S HUNT was, but I do have a tendency for making each subsequent book in a series longer than the last... We'll see. In any case, that leaves me around 40k to write in 25 days.

Eek.

It's not impossible. Right?

I have done it before, but admittedly that book turned out to be shite and I scrapped it completely, so...We'll see! At the moment I'm just having fun with the story. Slater's Claim sets in motion some crucial events for the rest of the series and I just...I just love my biker boys, okay?

The LAWLESS anthology from Evernight is scheduled for a November release, so I'm anticipating info about edits and final release dates in the coming weeks. I can't wait for this one! VANDAL was a great story to write, and I'm excited to see what the other authors have come up with. So it looks like the Autumn is going to be all about bikers for me, and that's absolutely perfect.
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Have You Met Abel Yet?

9/2/2017

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Looking for your next book to fall in love with? ABEL'S OBSESSION might just be what you're after! Lynn Burke is here today to introduce you to Abel...
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A young man of religious fervor and self-control, Abel Beiler has every intention of honoring his parents and being baptized into the Amish church. The woman with red curls and flashing green eyes in the back of a convertible, however, makes Abel wonder what life with the English might be like.

He strives to withstand temptation, but the memory of the woman he yearns to dominate, coupled with the explicit images in his cousin’s filthy magazine, threatens his restraint.

Red, his sinful obsession, haunts his shameful dreams and becomes a secret part of his life. When faced with truth beyond faith, Abel must decide where he belongs—with the Amish community, or the woman who owns his heart.

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Excerpt

Much later and hoarse from singing for two hours, my curiosity overrode my better sense, and I followed Eli into the hayloft of their barn. While I held the kerosene lamp, he climbed high into the rafters and returned with a magazine clutched in his hand.


“Got this from my new English friend, Toby.” He sat on a bale, opened the magazine, and turned it toward me.

Lust kicked me in the gut, and I couldn’t speak.

A naked woman lay spread eagle and bound by ropes to a bed, a blindfold and some sort of ball gag in her mouth. A man loomed over her, whip in hand. Tear streaks lined the woman’s face. Red slashes marked her thighs. Wetness coated the pink folds of her sex, glistening, and set my mouth to watering.

The image burned into my brain—submission in an entirely different way than the Old Order’s definition of the word. Spirituality is submission, is what had been reiterated in my ears since childhood. Self-surrender. The willingness to give up oneself to the community and Gott’s chosen leaders.

I soaked in the sinful picture, and for the first time in my life wanted power. Wanted control. I wanted a woman’s submission like the man in leather beside her owned. Unable to tear my gaze off the image, I struggled to swallow.

“Didn’t know people actually did this shit.”

Eli’s curse, the first I had heard from him, barely registered past the blood rushing in my ears. My body tensed as longing to be the man standing over that woman, whip in hand raced through me faster than any thoroughbred—or car.

The image of Red flashed in my mind, and suddenly it was her bound to the bed in the picture, breathing heavily, trembling, and begging for me…

Author Bio

Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

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