Friday, April 26, 2019

Seth gazed into her eyes. “Did you come here so that someone would charm the pants off you?” #FirstChapterFriday #eroticromance #romance @evernightpub

Dishy Seth Callahan relocates one of his business offices to a pretty Louisiana town. He’s lonely and discovers an emptiness inside him he just can’t fill … that is until he starts his house parties, where he fills the hollow with sultry encounters.

Four years later, his house parties attract lonely people looking for sensual comfort from far and wide. 

Rosanna Pyne arrives in town seeking solace after a bad relationship, and her neighbors take her to one of Seth’s parties.

Seth notices her right away. He approaches her, but Rosanna backs away from Seth’s steamy advances.

Seth falls into fantasizing in a most erotic way about the lovely Rosanna until one night she makes a move on him.

Rosanna is looking for someone to love her. Is there any chance it might be Seth?

from erotic romance, Leave me Breathless

Chapter One

The outside of Magnolias had been painted a cool, ethereal blue in the seventies, many years before Seth Callahan bought the mansion. The house took its name from the abundance of beautiful flowering trees that grew along one side of the estate, and no one could remember the place ever being called anything else. As the sun set, the blue became tinged with a multitude of almost transparent pinks that shimmered in the hot summer air. That’s when the silver-white fairy lights would appear twinkling in the grounds of Magnolias, and soft strains of music drifted on the evening breeze.

Seth had fallen in love with the mansion and surrounding estate as soon as he saw it. The whole place evoked fantasies in Seth’s lonely heart, and filled it with hope of erotic nights. Seth’s somber moods lifted there, and it wasn’t long before he found a way to share this sexy atmosphere with the beautiful and curious people in town.
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Seth watched from his seat on the balcony as the stream of people arrived at the house party. He’d divided his massive French Colonial style house into public and private, much like his life. Seth had built two reputations since arriving from New York four years earlier, one as a high-achieving businessman, and the other as the host of an elite sex club that operated under the guise of house parties. Seth liked to sit on the wraparound balcony of Magnolias, his Louisiana home, with a glass of iced tea, and check out the people who’d come to sample swinging, swapping, and the sensual dance of flirting that led to sex if they chose.

He swished the remains of the pale golden liquid around. It had warmed in the humid air, and Seth placed the tall glass on the table. Enticing laughter reached him. He stood to lean over the balcony rail and look more closely at his guests.

That’s when he saw her, the pale-green silk of her dress blown against her body in a revealing caress by the evening breeze. The thin fabric outlined her nipples and flat stomach. It clung to her as if in love with the perfection of her figure. Seth’s gaze followed the flow of her long dark hair as tendrils lifted and swept her breasts. He sighed with pleasure. The sight of her made his cock stir. She’s lovely, sexy body. Wonder who she is? Maybe Pearl knows. Who’s that she’s with?

He scrutinized her two male companions as they bent their heads to listen to whatever she said—Beau and Simon Duchamp. What’s she doing with them? Seth knew them from a business deal, not that he or they would acknowledge that in the club, should they run into one another. No one knew each other once they’d floated in through the decorative front door on a cloud of sexual need and anticipation. This code underpinned the club’s success and popularity.

The beautiful woman disappeared from view under the balcony overhang. Seth experienced a sense of loss in the pit of his stomach. He adjusted his collar and tie, grabbed his pale linen jacket, and strode along the balcony to the back steps, which led to the garden. He liked to walk into the party through the front door of the house the same as everyone else. Seth stalked along the tiled garden path, slipping on his jacket so that he arrived at the entrance looking unruffled as usual, at least on the outside. Tonight flutters plagued his stomach. His heart beat faster. Seth wanted another glimpse of the lovely woman in the green silk dress as if his life depended on it.

He cruised through the rooms, his gaze raking over the groups of people, and his thoughts tumbled. It’s been a long time since just the sight of a woman had such an effect on me. It’s exhilarating. Out of habit, he took a glass of mint julip from a silver tray as the server hovered close and smiled an acknowledgement. The glass chilled his palm with its generous scoop of crushed ice. He stopped his searching, seduced by the frosty glass, and tasted the drink. The aroma of bourbon and spearmint hit him before the taste, and then he swallowed the refreshing mouthful.

He saw something green with his peripheral vision and headed there. It wasn’t the gorgeous dress adorning his quarry, but a shirttail whisked up as the woman wearing the item swung her hips in time to the drum rhythm of the low music

A heavy sigh escaped him at this letdown, and then from behind came a familiar voice.

“Good evening. It’s beautiful out. Would you like to walk with me in the garden?”

Seth spun elegantly around. Of course, he knew Lilian, had fucked her a couple of times, in fact, but that wouldn’t be mentioned tonight. He looked her up and down appreciatively. Her short black dress barely came halfway down her thighs. The low neckline revealed two soft mounds, pushed up no doubt by a sexy, black lace bra, if Seth remembered correctly. He smiled kindly. He wanted to find the lovely woman in the green dress, but Lilian deserved courtesy.

“That’s a very tempting offer, unfortunately I have plans. Perhaps another night?”

The disappointment that flooded Lilian’s eyes both flattered and worried him. He wouldn’t make a habit of fucking her, ever. There’d be no chance of a permanent link up. She was attractive, a great fuck, but that was it for Seth.

He loved women, though. He adored the softness of their skin and hair. He loved the curve of their hips and the tease of full lips. He liked to listen to the way they sighed and make them smile to see the laughter in their eyes. He reveled in the scent of their arousal, because Seth always gave a lady so much care they’d be wet through and about to beg by the time he fucked them. Seth never knowingly hurt a woman, and so he decided in that moment that he wouldn’t dally with Lilian again. It would be cruel to string her along. He wanted love, but he wanted it to hit him and knock him flat, to carry him away with its intensity, and consume him so that euphoria erased his loneliness.

Lilian inclined her head slightly in a polite way and moved off.

Seth took his cell phone from his inside jacket pocket. He called Pearl, his housekeeper, the term affectionately given to the woman who managed his house on a daily basis, and the sex club administration. She usually checked people out. Seth didn’t want any troublemakers. He wanted genuine, discrete people at the house parties, those who found life a little heavy in the sultry Louisiana town and needed light relief.

“Pearl, I saw Beau and Simon Duchamp with a young woman earlier. Do you know who she is?” Seth kept his voice low, and he turned to an arrangement of heavy-headed flowers, taking a petal between a finger and thumb as he spoke. He hadn’t meant to crush the petal, but it creased under his touch, releasing a powerful, sweet scent.

“If she’s wearing a green dress that’s their new neighbor Rosanna Pyne. I checked her application and met her. She’s new in town from Montana—single and recently opened that store on the main street, Wedding Delight. Maybe you’ve noticed it. She’s already designing a dress for Peyton Davis.”

Seth couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. Although it was Pearl’s job to know stuff, she always knew so much.
“Thank you. I can always count on you. I’m hoping to run into her tonight.”

He detected caution in Pearl’s tone. “She’s in a private alcove with them. The drapes are closed.”

Seth experienced such an intense surge of disappointment he winced and pulled the petal from the flower head as his fingers clenched. He ended the call to Pearl with a gruff, “Okay,” and slipped his cell into the back pocket of his suit pants.

The perfume from the flowers that a few seconds ago had been so enjoyable suddenly overwhelmed him with sticky sweetness. He dropped the petal on the table next to his discarded drink and walked swiftly through the room to the patio. She’s new in town, and already in a private booth with the curtain closedfucking hell, and with two mentwo men. A frown creased between his eyes as he realized how inexplicably upset the news had made him. What the hell is wrong with me? I’ve only glimpsed this woman.

The warmth of the evening hit him as he charged to the end of the patio and stood by the trellis of purple Clematis, trying to calm himself and identify exactly why his reaction was so strong. He dragged off the jacket that he liked to wear in the chilly air-con of the house. The tailored linen usually added to his elegance, but now he dropped it to the tiled floor, uncaring.

There were no monitored rooms in the sex club part of his house where the parties were held. A mezzanine floor lined with private booths, which Pearl called “alcoves”, that were large enough to accommodate a chaise longue, low table, and a couple of chairs, had proven adequate for anyone who wanted to engage in sex during the evening.

Seth had the mezzanine built in the huge ballroom of the house when he’d first formed the idea of the club. A camera was trained on the row of booths, the images streamed to a closed circuit TV, and Pearl, from her office, might see the occasional spate of comings and goings if she happened to look, but it wasn’t surveillance. It was there for assurance and decorum. Half the patrons took their conquest home with them—wives, husbands, and lovers, swapped by mutual agreement.

After the first two years, Seth liked to refer to his club evenings as house parties, now four years on he always did, and in fact, so did most people. As the host, he provided drinks and music. Though discouraged, if a financial donation came in via Pearl as administrator, he used it to make the house parties more opulent and welcoming. Seth was wealthy. He already gave considerable sums to charities, and so he thought putting the donation back into his partygoers’ comfort was reasonable.
Someone opened another French window close by to wander hand in hand outside, and a burst of music from the party broke his introspection as Seth stared into the growing darkness, remembering Rosanna’s peaked nipples beneath her soft green dress.

The idea of finding the booth and taking Rosanna from Beau and Simon Duchamp ate at him until he turned and strode back into the house. He slowed his pace to mount the stairs for the mezzanine floor, and then he stalked along it, glancing at the booths with closed drapes, and hoping there’d be some way of discovering which one Rosanna inhabited without invading other peoples’ privacy.
When no way became apparent, he returned to a downstairs room and snatched up a glass of bourbon to sip as he tried to analyze his actions. Maybe I’m going mad.

Then he saw her. She stood alone at the far end of the room gazing out of the huge window.
Seth’s spirit leapt. He watched her for a few moments, tracing the shape of her body with a hungry gaze. Then he left his drink on a nearby table and approached her.

His heart hammered.

She turned to him when he drew close.

He drank in the sight of her. Her eyes were almost the same color as her dress, lined with black kohl, her lips perfect for kissing, with a full bottom lip, and her nipples were clearly visible, peaking through the bodice of her dress in the cooled air of the room.

Seth’s usual composure drained away, but a smile hovered at the corners of his mouth.
“Hi, Seth Callahan, can I get you anything?” My cock in your cunt—my tongue on your clit—my fingers teasing at your ass—my lips on yours?

She hesitated and then smiled her answer. “If I tell you what I’d really like, do you promise to get it for me?” Her husky voice added to her rampant sexual aura.

Seth was enchanted. “I will certainly try. What is it?”

She leaned a little toward him as if she was about to reveal something outrageous.

Seth enjoyed her proximity. He leaned to listen to a whisper.

“Hot chocolate.”

Surprised, and then amused, Seth grinned. “That’s easy. Come with me.” He held out his hand.

She slipped her hand into his.

Her skin was like satin—cool, smooth, and so sensual—and Seth fought down the urge to drag her against his body and kiss her hard. He led her to the downstairs kitchen where the drinks and snacks were prepared. A huge table in the middle held rows of glasses and bottles. One of the servers poured a pink cocktail into frosty rimmed glasses.

Seth nodded a greeting at his questioning look. “My lady wants hot chocolate. I know where everything is. I’ll make it. You go ahead with what you’re doing.” His voice held authority and he let go of Rosanna’s hand to open a wide cupboard. He knew where everything was because he checked the supplies with Pearl once a week so that she could buy more if needed. There was coffee and tea, cocoa, and a special blend of hot chocolate that was actually for use in a cocktail. Seth swiftly made the beverage. He brought out one of the white china cups with its little matching saucer and poured the hot chocolate. He’d been silent as he prepared the drink, but as he held it out to her, he embarked on charming her.

“Here it is. I haven’t seen you here before. Tell me your name.” He knew it but needed to hide the fact he’d practically stalked her. He moved close and as she took the cup and saucer, he steadied it with his free hand over hers. “Take care, it’s hot.” And so are you

“Thank you, and it’s Rosanna—my name.” Her voice fell to a whisper.

Seth hoped that was because his touch had the same effect on her as hers had on him. He reluctantly moved his hand from her smooth knuckles.

“You’re beautiful, Rosanna. Are you here with anyone?” He saw an expression of pain pass fleetingly in her eyes. It piqued his interest further.

“No. Well, not a husband or lover, if that’s what you mean. My friends brought me.”

Seth took a deep breath. She’d been with them in a curtained booth. “Friends?”

“Yes, they showed me around before they went off to capture some ladies for dubious purposes.”

Seth raised his eyebrows for a second, surprised she’d use the word “dubious.”
“You do know what this place is?”

Rosanna gave a tiny nod. “Yes, of course. I only meant they intended charming the pants off—off someone.” She hesitated with a tentative smile.

Seth gazed into her eyes. “Did you come here so that someone would charm the pants off you?”

Rosanna’s green eyes darkened as her pupils reacted to his question. “Are you offering?”

Copyright Elodie Parkes , Evernight Publishing
5 stars for 'Leave me Breathless' from Liz's Reading Life
"Passion exudes off each and every page. I couldn't put this book down until the end, but even then I didn't want to let these two go"

Thursday, April 25, 2019

Holding out for a Hero, #newrelease @louise_wise Read a #teaser #romance

Jelvia: Not Human #1
Erotic Romance
Date Published: March 2019

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Holding out for a Hero #1 in the Jelvia: Not Human series (please note that this has British English spellings).

Macy Shaw is a celebrity journalist who’s bored with the shallow celebs she has to cover, then one night her best friend is attacked but saved by a Jelvia. Macy sees this as a chance for a good story and to get her off celebrity journalism once and for all.

But once meeting the gallant Jelvia called Narcifer, she realises it has its own set of difficulties: he’s as sexy as sin and she feels an incredible attraction towards them—and she’s sure it’s mutual, but it might be wistful thinking.

And then there’s the ‘Jelvias hate Humans, Humans hate Jelvias’ thing going on. That in itself is problematic especially as Narcifer is following orders from his boss while Macy is following instructions for hers—which aggravates their mistrust of the other.

It doesn’t stop Macy from asking Narcifer for an interview. And it doesn’t stop Narcifer demanding his high price: he’s kinky and he wants Macy over his knee.

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Macy stared at the unmoving, crouching shadow on the roof, and felt it stare back at her. The moonlight caught its reflective eyes and the gaze pierced right through her. The Jelvia rose until he was standing. The wind tugged at his coat, making him appear even more outlandish.
He turned, superhumanly fast, and jumped from the roof of the shop to land on the roof of the next building. He made no sound. And then he was gone from sight. Macy was freaked out. It was dark, her friend had been attacked, and someone had died. She scrambled inside her car. She closed the door and dug in her pocket for the keys, but her car shuddered, and Macy’s head snapped up in alarm. The Jelvia was standing in front of her car, hands on the bonnet as if to prevent it from moving. He leaned in to peer through the windscreen.
Macy began another frantic search of her pockets for the car keys as he took one hand off the bonnet and beckoned her out of her car.
Macy shook her head.
The Jelvia cocked his head at her as if regarding her. The black eyes, already shadowed by the night, appeared to be empty black orbs in the Jelvia’s skull.
He dangled her car keys in front of her.
Macy stared into eyes that were nothing but complete darkness and felt a shiver trickle down her spine. She’d never been this close to a Jelvia before and could finally appreciate the words of those who encountered them: It wasn’t only their eyes that were black, their whole being was as well.
As she looked into those eyes, it really did feel as if his soul was enveloped in darkness. She waited for the feeling of intense terror that people were said to feel, but none came. Logic told her his venom could pierce through the windscreen and kill her where she sat, and she should be scared, yet scared wasn’t an adjective she could use.
She felt… electrified.
Maybe it was fear playing with her senses.
The Jelvia was big and wore the typical Jelvian dress of a knee-length, bulletproof, black coat. Given his size, he didn’t look like he should be able to move as quickly as he had done on the shop roof. But she knew from her research of the Jelvian species that they were incredibly light on their feet, had amazingly sharp reflexes and coordination. They were superhuman.
He continued to dangle the keys from his fingers, and Macy opened the door and exited slowly. She stood before him with her hand outstretched to receive the car keys she must have dropped rushing after the man walking the dog.
‘Please, can I…?’ she asked.
The Jelvia stepped towards her. As he moved, his face came out of the shadow, and she was able to see him clearly. She was transfixed not only by his beauty, but because she’d seen that face so many times in the newspaper recently, due to her own research of Mardle and Becks murders, and she was sure that this was the Jelvia who had killed both men.
The police van behind her started up, and the Jelvia looked over her head towards the vehicle. Macy turned to watch as it moved off in the opposite direction. When she looked back, his eyes were on her, and his gaze was all-consuming as if he were drinking her in.
Everything had happened in an instant, and she still had her hand out for the keys. He placed them in her upturned hand gently and closed her fingers around them. His big hand lingered over hers.
The instant he touched her, her nerves became electrified, and the way he became still told her he’d felt the sensation as well.
Macy wanted nothing more than to step into those big arms. Her brain was yelling caution, but everything else was submitting to this man—this Jelvia.
She looked down at their hands. He had begun to trace an imaginary circle at the base of her wrist with his thumb, and the touch sent tingles through her body.
Then he leaned in until his breath stroked her face. Macy held her breath, certain he was about to kiss her.
And certain that she wanted him to.
A large hand cupped her cheek, and she opened her eyes, embarrassed that she’d had them closed. She stared up at him, then his other hand rose until her face was held in his hands.
He frowned, and she could see in his expression that she’d surprised him. Most humans would have been terrified.
His eyes dropped to her mouth. His face was so close she could see the pupils in his all-black eyes. Then he lowered further and touched his lips against hers—and all embarrassment vanished. The taste of his lips was more than she had bargained for and, beyond her comprehension, her body melded to his with a sigh.
As if under a spell, Macy raised her hands to hold his in place around her face, and parted her lips. She could hear the sound of her own shallow breath, could hear his as he plundered her mouth.
His hands left her face, and one cupped the back of her head, while the other pulled her closer still. She felt his hard body against hers, felt his arousal and wanted to touch it. His hot mouth moved over hers; his tongue thrust inside her mouth, and she knew, now that she’d had a taste of him, she’d never have enough.
Macy’s fingers twined in his hair. Desire licked through her, ripening her body.
She felt the cold exterior of her car behind her as she was shoved up against it. A hand pressed against her breast and her nipples hardened against his touch. She was beginning to think that he was going to take her there and then, and was almost certain that she wanted him to.
Her hand moved down his body, towards the erection pressing at the fabric of his trousers. It filled her hand.
He stepped away from her. She was breathing rapidly, stupefied as she looked up at him.
His hand reached out, and his fingers trailed a hot path down her throat. The hand splayed, the smallest finger disappearing into the neck of her tee-shirt, touching the swell of her breast. She felt herself pressing into his hand, but he didn’t move further, and then she realised he was feeling the vibration of her erratic heartbeat.
Feeling his gaze on her, she raised her eyes. He took his hand away, then he did something she’d not expected him to do. He grinned. A cock-sure grin, complete with dimples.
Macy found herself grinning back.

Then he bent and opened her car door. And reluctantly, she slipped inside, and he closed the door on her. Only when she was safely inside did the Jelvia turn and walk away.

About the Author

Tina Kessler writes steamy romance for the 18+ market (erotica, spanking and BDSM) and is the pen name of Louise Wise.

Louise Wise is a British author from the Midlands in England. Her debut novel is the acclaimed sci-fi romance titled EDEN, which was followed by its sequel HUNTED in 2013.

Forthcoming, JELVIA: NOT HUMAN series is themed on the above Eden and Hunted books.

HOLDING OUT FOR A HERO book 1 is Wise’s latest release from that series. SURVIVING HER DOMINATE book 2 will be ready for publication in 2019, and SPIDER book 3 will be released in 2020 and all of the series will be written under the name of T. E. KESSLER.

Wise took the decision to write under the name of T. E Kessler for her JELVIA: NOT HUMAN series to separate him from her regular novels. These include:

Eden (sci-fi romance) – slight sex references

Hunted (sci-fi romance) slight sex references

A Proper Charlie (romantic comedy)

Oh No, I’ve Fallen in Love! (dark, comedy romance)

Wide Awake Asleep (time travel, romance)

Wise enjoys writing comedy and finds a place for it in ALL her books. She has written numerous short stories for women’s magazines such as Take a Break and Woman’s Own.

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Tuesday, April 23, 2019

Claire must decide what matters: her pride or taking another chance on Liam—and love. #newrelease #romance @evernightpub @AllysonYoung45

Nothing Else Matters
by Peri Elizabeth Scott

Claire and Liam had a good thing going until he walks out of her life. Being dumped without warning is devastating enough, discovering she isn’t pregnant leaves her without even a part of him.
Withdrawing from everyone, she moves to another city and immerses herself in work, the better to forget Liam. Not that it’s working. Claire is a one-woman man, to her despair.
Back stateside after an unexpectedly long deployment, security contractor Liam Cafferty has accepted the truth: walking out on Claire makes him a coward. Thinking it for the best, given his dangerous profession, doesn’t cut it. She should have been given the choice.
With the biggest heart of any woman he’s known, he’s hopeful she might take him back and makes it his new mission to convince her.
Claire must decide what matters: her pride or taking another chance on Liam—and love.

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The streets were full of people as she used her phone to arrange an Uber. Small groups with youthful faces, couples, and the occasional single individual moved along, their destinations unknown but likely the restaurants that crowded downtown, or maybe a club later on after dusk fell. The camaraderie left her cold, and with some desperation to escape, she scanned the curb for her lift.
Maybe she was indeed crazy, choosing to cut herself off from everyone, cutting ties with her old life, all to forget Liam. Because, newsflash, it wasn’t working. She was like one of those historical romance novel heroines who languished and withered into old age after losing a beau. Whatever empty spaces that opened up in her head, past all her attempts to fill them, Liam snuck in.
While she waited, she opened her messages, trying to shut out the people and noise around her that were reminders of a different life. There weren’t many on the phone. She had no one local to give the number to, outside of work, sad commentary. She was more like one half of those werewolf or vampire couples who wasted away without their mate.
Joanne’s number came up several times, and there was also a text. Hoping nothing was wrong, she opened it.
Haven’t been able to reach u b/phone and u haven’t responded to vms. Assuming u r busy but u should know Liam is looking for u. Call me!
Suddenly lax fingers nearly let the device slip to the pavement, and she tightened her grip. Rereading the text, she remembered to breathe and swayed on her feet.
“Claire?” His familiar voice, hard on the heels of Jo’s text, was surreal. Had she conjured him?
She resisted the urge to spin wildly and shriek at the top of her lungs. It couldn’t be. She wasn’t prepared. How was this happening?
His SUV was nose-in to the curb, the back end blocking traffic and already, impatient drivers were honking. But her attention was on the tall, broad-shouldered man rounding the hood.
He hadn’t changed at all. Unless one considered the burnished skin and a leaner look. Her stare took in his appearance in minute detail, and something in her chest lurched his way, even as her feet tried to carry her in the other direction.
Hand shaking, she held it up as if to ward off an advancing horde and shook her head. “Go away!”

About the author:
Peri Elizabeth Scott aka Allyson Young lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada where she and her husband pretend to work well together in their seasonal business.
She has always enjoyed the written word, and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one. That was followed by a mix of spicy (Ally) and sweet (Peribeth) romances in various genres as well as a post-apocalyptic adventure without a lick of romance by Peribeth.
A bestselling Amazon author, a hybrid, and a coauthor, as of April 2019 she has published eight series and several standalones, with others in the works. 

Saturday, April 20, 2019

Will Savvy forgive him and give them the chance they’d lost out on ten years ago? #newrelease #romance @evernightpub @authlmspangler


Sheriff Savannah “Savvy” Douglas fell in love with a bad boy who walked out of her life. Ten years did little to dull the feelings she had for him. But a year ago he stopped calling and texting, leaving her with nothing but questions.

He was the high school bad boy… and the boy she fell in love with.

Dr. Brody Collins was about to return to the town he grew up in… and the town where the love of his life still resided. He’d broken all communications with her for a year when his past caught up with him. But he was ready to rectify the situation.

Will Savvy forgive him and give them the chance they’d lost out on ten years ago?

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A small smile crossed his face though it never reached his eyes. “I can explain.”
“Explain what, Brody?” The question came out harsh, even to my own ears, but I plowed on. “A year. Not a text, phone call, letter, or fck you. Nothing. You ditch me and expect me to be happy to see you.” “Savvy,” he began, stepping toward me. I shoved him back until he fell onto the same rocker he had been sitting in when I arrived. “Don’t you dare “Savvy” me. The name is Sheriff Douglas.” He held up his hands. “I know you’re upset.” The anger that had been simmering became a full-on boil. “Fck you, Brody. What? Did you find yourself a woman and couldn’t bring yourself to tell me? Did you go on a year-long bender after graduation?” I turned my back on him—perhaps the hardest thing I’d ever done. My heart lurched and tears burned my eyes. I wouldn’t cry in front of him. I wouldn’t!
“You are so damn pigheaded, Savannah. But I can understand why you’re upset. I’ll come back later when you’ve had a chance to clear your head. Then maybe you’ll listen to me.”
With that, he sidestepped me and made his way to his SUV. He opened the door and paused. “I do love you.”
With a Herculean effort, I managed to hold the tears in until he was out of sight. Those tears burned a hot path down my cheeks, as I did exactly what I didn’t want to do.
Cry a river over him.
I stood on the porch, facing the lake. The sun shimmered over its surface, but was a blur to me. The shimmer became diamonds dancing atop the water as the torrent of tears slowed and finally burned out.
Leaving me raw…
And empty.

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LM lives close to the Maryland border in South Central Pennsylvania. Her husband is wonderfully supportive of her in all aspects of her life. She has a son who is currently serving our country in the U.S. Navy. Her daughter is still in school. She’s blessed to have the three of them in her life.

     From a young age, she remember burying her nose in a book. A love that her mother and father passed onto her brother and herself. From her passion for reading sprang her love of writing. Her mind is so often full of story ideas from the wildly paranormal to contemporary. She has notebooks lying about with story outlines and character descriptions. A song or TV show can spark an idea which circles her mind until she puts the idea on paper.

     When she’s not writing, she enjoys spending time with her family, burying her nose in a book, and watching a vast variety of television shows from crime dramas to 1970’s game to car restoration shows. She even dabbles in crafting. Her favorite craft would be jewelry making. Nothing like creating wearable art.

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Thursday, April 18, 2019

If you love #historicalromace don't miss @AuthorHKCarlton The Devil Take You, read a #teaser, and discover HK's love for historicals as she talks about writing this story set in Scotland's wars of independence

The Medieval Bad Boy is Back!

Thank you so much for having me back to your blog, Elodie. I'm so excited to once again share Gard and Braelynn's story with readers. After a brief hiatus, The Devil Take You, has found a new home.

The Devil Take You, is set in 1307, during the Scottish Wars of Independence.

Here’s the blurb:

Braelynn Galbraith wants peace for her beloved Scotland, marriage to her childhood sweetheart, and a house full of children. In that order. But evil incarnate, in the form of Gard Marschand, turns her life inside out and destroys all hope of a decent marriage.

Known in the Highlands as the legendary devil, Gard Marschand raids his way across Scotland and England amassing power and property in his malevolent wake. He will stop at nothing in his pursuit to regain what is lost— even conceal his true identity and associate with his enemies. His determination is all-consuming until he and his men lay siege to Ross-shire and one feisty Scottish lass obliterates his single-minded purpose.

Can Gard abandon his deep-seated need for revenge for a love that just might save his rotten soul? Or will he succumb to the demons that hound him and surrender to the devil within?

I believe your stay in purgatory has only just begun…

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I love a good historical romance, don't you? 

Before I started writing; historicals were my go-to reads. I read every Julie Garwood, Judith McNaught, Kinley MacGregor, and Jude Deveraux book I could get my hands on—long before e-readers. And then I discovered the phenomenal Karen Marie Moning!

So, when I decided I was going to try my hand at writing I thought I was going write strictly historical romance. The experts say write what you know. 

And well, there's also that other saying about best laid plans... LOL

It was both interesting and hard work, getting back into this story and revisiting these characters. What hadn't changed was how much I love them. And not only Gard and Braelynn, but also the secondary characters who helped bring this story to life. It also reminded me, how much I enjoyed doing the research for the historical component, and the precarious political climate of the time as well.

I wanted to create something a bit different. So I started with a villain and I made him the center of the story. He is severely flawed and cruel, driven by anger and hell bent on revenge.

Then the hard part was, how to present him in a way that would still endear him to readers.

That was the fun part of writing this book. It was challenging right from the beginning and I knew that I had to create the right woman with a combination of strength, resilience, and an overabundance of, if not understanding, at the very least acceptance, for a man who had no remorse for any of his wrongdoings and with no inclination or desire to change. Braelynn Galbraith began as the woman in the wrong place at the wrong time, and she eventually evolved into a character that could stand toe-to-toe with the devil and hold her own.

I hope readers will enjoy Gard and Braelynn's story, as much as I did writing it.


Brae kept her back to him, too ashamed to face him.

He grabbed her by the arms with enough force to bruise her flesh, and he spun her around. He paused momentarily, his gaze darting about her tear-stained cheeks.

“You will not do that again!” he roared.

“I dinna e’en ken wha’ I did!” she retorted.

Gard bared his teeth and flung her away.

Losing her balance, she hit the wet pallet.

With as much dignity as she could muster, she stood, then brushed herself off.

Anger like she had never experienced burned in her belly. 

Brae did not consider her actions, she ran at him with this newfound fury. She hurled herself at his chest. When he reached to steady her, she raised her hand, then struck him with all her might. The blow landed on his chin.

He reared in shock.

“I willna do it again. Because ya willna touch me again! Do ya hear me? Dinna touch me!” she screamed, standing toe-to-toe with him. She would not concede. Even if he retaliated, he would have to look her in the face to do it, and she would not cower. She slapped indiscriminately. “Dinna e’er come ta me like tha’ again! Not unless ya be man enough ta finish it!”

His black eyes gleamed with fury as she struck him again and again.

“I canna take it anamore! Ya willna treat me this way! I willna have it!” Tears fell in earnest as she continued to scream like a madwoman. “I have done nuthin’ ta ya, Gard, ta deserve your rough treatment, day after day.” She punched his shoulder. “If I dinna seem like Braelynn Galbraith anamore, ya be a’righ’. ‘Tis all your fault. Ya drag me further and further inta your murky world o’ wretchedness, evra damned nigh’ ‘tis the same.”

She slammed her palms into his abdomen so hard that he took a step backward before bracing his legs apart to accept more of her attack.

She fisted her hands and pummeled him. “Ya canna stand me durin’ the ligh’ o’ day, but ya come ta me in sleep. Your unconscious desires me.” She continued to assault his person, uncaring if he would retaliate. “Ya turn ta me. Ya put us both in a state o’ bein’ tha’ I didna e’en ken existed.” She hammered at him. “And then ya leave me! And ya seek oot someone else ta expend your want.” She clenched her teeth at the pain it caused her, then she released her pent-up angst with her fists. “How do ya think tha’ makes me feel? Oh aye! I ken! Ya dinna care. Ya do wha’ ya wish. Ya are the great and powerful Gard Marschand and ya treat people abysmally and ya beat children and ya seize things tha’ arna yours. Ya kidnap women from their homes and ya ruin their lives, but as long as ya are content bein’ miserable, all is a’righ’ wit’ the warped and twisted world ya have created, built on anger and revenge!”

Crying openly, she punched him. “Ya willna do it ta me anamore. Do ya hear me? No more will ya turn me inside oot. Ya willna touch me again, Gard, fore if ya do I will turn your own dirk on ya. See if I dinna!”

* * * *

Her fists slowed.

Gard was incensed by Brae’s audacity, but he was also oddly pleased, if not extremely stimulated by the assault. Grown men did not stand up to him like she just had.

He took a moment to harness his anger. “‘Twas always the plan,” he explained, “if you have forgotten, for you to be able to defend yourself against me. And now that you truly hate me, you may just be able to bring yourself to do it.”

“God kens ‘twould be a lot less agonizin’ for me if I did!” She stomped her foot, then planted her hands in the middle of his chest and heaved with all her might. While he recovered his balance, she made for the exit, and ran for her life.

Copyright © 2019 H.K. Carlton

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H K Carlton is a multi-genre Canadian author of romance, with over thirty titles in publication. From naughty to nice, historical to contemporary, time travel to space travel, and everything in between.

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