Release day for #eroticromance #Western #PNR To Be Yours @CRMoss Read a #teaser a Gateway Ranch story

 To Be Yours, a Gateway Ranch story, by C.R. Moss 

Genre: Romance, Contemporary, Romantic Suspense, Paranormal 
Heat Level: 4 (Strong erotic content, graphic sex, and adult language. May contain hardcore sexual content.) |
Cover Artist: Casey M. 
Publisher: Three Flames Publishing

About C.R. Moss

An eccentric and eclectic writer, C.R. Moss pens stories for the mainstream and erotic romance markets, giving readers a choice of sweet, savory or spicy reads, usually within a sub-genre or two — paranormal, sci-fi/fantasy, time travel, or western flare. She also has a passion for penning dark fiction. Writing as Casey Moss, she delves into the darker aspects of life in her work, sometimes basing the stories on reality, sometimes on myth. No matter the path, her stories will take you on a journey from the lighthearted paranormal to dark things unspeakable. What waits around the corner? Come explore…

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~ About the Series ~

Nestled within the hills of central Texas is a special ranch. A place that defies the laws of physics—that of time, space, and dimensions. It’s a place where normal morphs with the paranormal and supernatural. A place that seems to know what a person’s true desires and needs are, and then allows the right circumstances to occur to fulfill those wishes.
Welcome to the Gateway Ranch. Your gateway to all things possible…

~ About the Book ~

Katrina Foster has survived a life no one dreams about and most don’t want to know about. Escaping to a ranch in Texas she used to visit during the summers of her childhood and rekindling an old relationship with Dakota Remington, she hopes to leave the nightmare of her past behind her. At first, all seems well, but when strange things begin to happen, she wonders if history’s about to repeat itself.

Dakota Remington has devoted his life to working at Gateway Ranch. He’s excited when Kat, his former sweetheart, returns and looks forward to reuniting with her. He finds she’s changed, though, and he’s not sure if it’s for the better. But he’s up for the challenge of the puzzle that is Kat.

~ Read an Excerpt ~

* The hard composite of her firearm shifted against her lower back.
* Well, if push comes to shove, I can protect myself. I’ll shoot the bastard if he shows up and tries anything.
* Eventually, her nerves calmed enough so she could move without feeling ill.
* She rose and stripped out of her clothes, put her weapon on the counter, then stepped into the shower. The hard and hot spray beat on her, helping her to feel something other than worry about potential rumors or her ex finding her. Kat bowed her head, placed her hands above the faucets. The water sluiced down her hair, cascaded in wide streams over her back. More time passed. Relaxed and clear headed, she finished her shower and was about to open the door when a thud and click sounded on the other side.
* Gripping the towel wrapped around her body, she snatched her weapon, opened the door, and cautiously looked out into the room.
* Dakota lounged on the bed, one leg bent, his hat propped on that leg’s knee. His hair stuck up in clumpy spikes. He ran a dirty hand through his dark brown locks.
* Kat released a pent-up breath, lowered her weapon, and placed the Glock on a counter next to the bathroom door. “How’d you get in here?”
* Tired eyes gazed at her. “I’m manager on duty while the Taggerts are away, ’member? Got a bunch of master keys.” Dak held up the ring of them. “You okay? When you didn’t come back, I got worried.”
* “I’m fine. I think the humidity got to me. Along with the dirt.”
* “Sure. The humidity. You tell me that you’re afraid a man is going to come after you, or rather us. We hear about the vehicle. You turn white as one of our ghosts and run off. Who was in the car, Kat?”
* “Hell if I know. I’ve been with you all day. I didn’t see the fancy black car or who was in it.”
* “You don’t have a clue as to who was in the car? I’m not buying it.”
* “Buy it or don’t.” She crossed her arms over her stomach. “I really don’t know. It could have been Nero. It could have been his goons. It could have been a neighbor of yours or one of the party guests Kent mentioned. I. Wasn’t. There. I. Didn’t. See.”
* Dakota flung himself off the bed and slammed the hat on his head. “Get dressed. You’ll come with me while I get cleaned up then we’ll go hang out in the rec hall.”
* “You know what, Dak? I appreciate the Boy Scout approach, and how you’re trying to get a merit badge for babysitting, but all I want is to lie down and take a nap.”
* “Kat, please. I’m hot, dirty, and tired. I don’t want to argue.” He strode to the door. “Get dressed so we can get going.” His gaze flashed darkly, roamed over her with an appraising glance. A slow grin tipped up the corner of his lips.

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CR says Hi,

Thank you for joining me here today and celebrating the release of my story, To Be Yours! Be sure to buy a copy now. ;) I'd super appreciate it. :)

Out Now—FEISTY (Do-Over Series Book 3) by Julia Kent (@jkentauthor) #romance #romcom #contemporary

Release date:  January 28, 2020

Genre: Romantic Comedy, Contemporary Romance

Cover Designer:  Hang Le

Editor: Elisa Reed

Audiobook narrator: Erin Mallon

Description:

AN ALL-NEW STANDALONE FROM NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR JULIA KENT

I’m not too proud to admit that finding Mr. Right involves swiping right. Right? Welcome to dating in avocado toastland.

Here I am, on my first blind date, ever, courtesy of a smartphone app and my two annoying best friends.

So what is Chris “Fletch” Fletcher doing, walking across the room, looking at his phone like he’s pattern matching a picture to find a real person he’s never met before?

Oh.

Oh, no.

The guy I drop-kicked in seventh grade cannot be my blind date. The guy who earned me this infernal nickname.

That’s right.

Feisty.
—

More from New York Times bestselling author Julia Kent as Fiona “Feisty” Gaskill gets her chance at love - drop-kick included.

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Perky: https://www.prosaicpress.com/jkentauthor/books/perky/

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Excerpt

“Fletch?” I gasp as Perky smiles and walks away, abandoning me in my time of need.

“Hey, Fiona. What're you doing here?” He looks down at my drink. “Nice penis.”

“Excuse me?”

He points to my chai latte. “Perky did a good job. I was in here last week and she made some beautiful flower patterns on my latte.” He frowns, then his eyebrows shoot up. “Hold on. Those weren't flowers, were they?”

I laugh.

“Wow. And they seemed so... detailed. And gorgeous.”

My sides are splitting.

“Please... stop... flowers...” I gasp.

“That latte did give me a sudden desire to go to a Georgia O'Keeffe show, though.”

I rush to take a sip of my chai latte and make the penis go away. Fletch watches me, mouth spreading into a wider grin, his green eyes shining as he crosses his arms over his chest.

It's only then that I realize he's wearing real clothes. A crisp, light purple dress shirt, open at the neck, tucked into khahis. He has actual leather shoes – and not for weight lifting or cross-training – on his feet. His hair is styled but not sticky, and he has a close, clean shave.

His aftershave is divine.

“You're not in workout gear. Or a paramedic's uniform,” I say as I blot the foam on the tip of my nose, wondering if it's ruined my makeup.

“And you look lovely tonight. A little overdressed for a Beanerino latte with Perky,” he says, waving to her from across the room as she swings a hand towel in the air like she's a date-night air traffic controller.

“I have a date.”

“So do I.”

“You don't have a man bun, do you?”

He looks down at his crotch. “Is that like camel toe for guys?”

Author Bio:

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. Since 2013, she has sold more than 2 million books, with 4 New York Times bestsellers and more than 19 appearances on the USA Today bestseller list. Her books have been translated into French and German, with more titles releasing in 2020 and beyond.

From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a men's room toilet (and he isn't a billionaire she met in a romantic comedy).

She lives in New England with her husband and three children where she is the only person in the household with the gene required to change empty toilet paper rolls.

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Oliver only meant to give her flowers but he gave his heart. #Valentine's Day story sizzle and sweetness #eroticromance #kindleunlimited

The Flower Box out on #kindleunlimited

Oliver only meant to give her flowers but he gave his heart.

Valentine's Day story sizzle and sweetness 

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Alice longs for love, and as Valentine’s Day looms, she looks around at couples hand in hand and feels alone. One day as she walks in the park, she catches Oliver’s eye.

He sees her loneliness and decides to be kind to her. Oliver wants to give her flowers and candy until he thinks she has another lover. Will his jealousy drive him away from Alice or straight into her arms?

First Chapter Friday

Chapter One

As usual, the shop started to get busier on Thursday lunchtime. Alice finished hand tying a bunch of Ranunculus. The flower heads varied in size and tone of pink, but all were sumptuous. She’d mixed in an occasional, looped, bright green broad leaf, and tied the distinctive, bleached hessian string the shop used on all its hand tied bouquets. She sighed. It was less than two weeks to Valentine’s Day. All the shops displayed advertisements for perfume, candy and other gifts for a sweetheart.

Alice didn’t have one. Her sweetheart had left her three years ago and since then she’d remained alarmingly single. That morning she’d received her own posters to advertise flowers and gifts. She intended to put them up and change the display in the windows when the shop closed.

Alice took payment for the flowers and watched as the man left with them. She wondered who they might be for—girlfriend, wife, lover? Although she sold flowers and candies, she never received them. Her small circle of friends gave her odd little presents for Christmas and her birthday—a strange gorilla key chain, a mug labeled ‘Do not disturb’. It was as if they didn’t know her at all, and maybe they didn’t. They didn’t know she perused the dating sites online. They didn’t know she’d recently bought a vibrator. She had it delivered from the store advertised as the best sex-toy shop for women on the web. The package was anonymously brown on the outside, but the next layer of wrapping delighted in a shocking pink.

The shop emptied for a few moments. Alice walked to the window and switched on the extra fairy lights. This year winter brought darkness much earlier in the day. There seemed to be less daylight than other years. Maybe it was the rain, but it was time the weather cheered up a little in Alice’s opinion.

The fairy lights Alice added each October, and then left there until March joined the window display, habitually lit with a string of white rose-shaped lights. The standard trees on either side of the door outside were decorated with silver-white fairy lights too, and customers often commented on how inviting the shop looked. Alice served another two people before her assistant came back from lunch, and then as one o’clock hit, the shop became busy.

One side of the shop sold boxed and bars of candy. Alice sourced it from all over the world. She spent more on airfreight sometimes than she might recoup from the sale of the candy, but she liked to have this array. Customers would come in especially from all over the city for their favorite treat. On holidays like Christmas, Easter, and Valentine’s Day, they would buy both flowers and candy. Alice loved her shop and her work. The hours were long, but worth it. She travelled to the flower markets before dawn once a week and had some flowers delivered by local growers.

When there was a short lull in business at two-thirty, before the afternoon became busy again, Alice took her own lunch break. She always did the same thing. She’d walk to the park at the end of the street and eat some of her sandwich, but feed lots of the sliced bread or roll to the ducks on the pond there. All year round, in any weather, Alice did it. Then she walked around the park to travel to her shop via the back street. There, at the rear of the park, was another pond. At this far end of the park, there were statues. They lined the last part of the path around the pond in a mock Italian garden style.

Since Christmas, Alice stopped and fed a swan there. It never ventured from the thick reedy pond to the well-populated duck pond, and Alice thought it could be lonely. She’d read that swans mated for life. This swan was solitary and had an air of sadness as it glided to Alice for her offering of bread. Alice brought an extra piece of bread especially for this swan.

As she fed it, she talked to it, about their shared solitary status, their lack of a partner in life to love, and who loved them. The swan got up onto the path that day as Alice talked to it and fed it the slice of super-seeded bread. Alice told it about Valentine’s Day approaching, and how as usual she’d sell flowers for other girls, knowing she’d not be receiving any. I wonder why you’re alone, Swan? She left the swan eating the last piece of the bread and went back to work.

Talking to the bird helped her deal with the loneliness that was becoming acute. She looked back at the swan as she exited the huge wrought-iron park gates. It was hopping into the pond. Alice hurried back to the shop feeling refreshed.

Copyright Elodie Parkes, Hot Ink Press

(Erotic romance, explicit love scenes)

New release #menage #shifter #romance Read a #teaser from Sarah Marsh @SM_Fiction @evernightpub

Lion Her Ass Off

Blue Valley Shifters, Book 2

By Sarah Marsh

  Blurb: Just like any other shifter, Julie always imagined meeting her mate and living happily ever after with the charming male of her dreams. Nothing could have prepared her for the shitstorm that was about to become her love life. With her luck though, shouldn’t she have expected it? Hector has lived his life knowing that he’d become Alpha of Blue Valley one day. Turns out, acting like you always have it together and living it? Well, those are two very different things. He panicked when he first realized that his sister’s best friend was his mate, now he must rise to the occasion in hopes that he can salvage the rest of his life—but no pressure. Deacon had no idea what fate had in store for him with a new start in Blue Valley, meeting his mate and her ‘plus one’ wasn’t it. These two are so mixed up in the past it seems almost impossible to make things right and move forward. Good thing he’s a professional.  
Be Warned: menage sex (MFM), anal sex

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Excerpt:

Julie was very proud of herself for waiting until seven the next morning before she climbed the trellis to Heidi’s bedroom window and snuck in just like she’d done a million times since they were children—well, maybe not exactly the same. This time, she had the forethought to listen at the window to make sure all occupants were still sleeping. The last thing she needed was to interrupt her bestie getting ‘serviced’ by her new beaus. But given the fact that the current bane of her existence was most likely sleeping in a room down the hall, she simply couldn’t risk the front door. She had just eased the window shut and turned around to a rather large mound of bodies in Heidi’s double bed, thankfully still covered by a quilt. Her legs were bent, preparing to launch as a devious smile crept over her lips… “Wak—ahh!” She squeaked and jumped back as a low growl split the previous silence and two sets of golden feline eyes popped open in the dim light of dawn. “No, Julie,” Mason growled. “No eggs and no damned bakey! We’re taking back that spare key unless you agree to never come through our door before 8:00 AM again.” “She came in through the window,” Wade muttered before pulling a pillow over his head. “What’s happening?” Heidi groaned before her eyes opened slowly. “Hey, babe, what’s going on? Why do you look like hammered shit?” “No.” Mason placed a huge paw over Heidi’s face, and Julie struggled not to laugh, as her twenty minutes of sleep last night threatened to snap her mind. “You can have a key to our new place if you agree not to barge into our bedroom at ungodly times in the morning.” “Okay … unless it’s an emergency.” She reluctantly agreed with the giant, naked tiger in her best friend’s bed. “Great, now can I please get back to cuddling my mate—” “It’s an emergency!” Her voice bellowed to the ceiling as she interrupted him, causing giggles to erupt from Heidi and curses from the men on each side of her. “You are an emergency.” Mason groaned and followed Wade’s lead to pull a pillow over his head as Heidi tried to climb out from in between the two of them. “Awww, you’re so sweet, thank you.” She knew he hadn’t meant it as a compliment, but she was a wolf and was therefore genetically predisposed to only hear things she wanted to. “Is there a reason you’re using the window instead of the door?” Heidi asked as she pulled on a robe. “Oh Goddess, did Derek get drunk and pass out in his lion form on the porch again?” “No…” Wow, this confession was going to be tougher than she thought it would be. Julie didn’t think Heidi would be mad that Hector was her mate, but there was a very good chance that she was going to be furious that Julie had known all these years and didn’t say a Goddess-damned thing about it to her best friend in the entire world. There was really only one way to deal with this, Julie knew that. So, she’d do what she’d always done when it came to delivering bad news to a lion shifter female—she’d Band-Aid that bitch off quickly and then dive for cover. “I’ve known for the last six years that your asshole brother, Hector, is my mate, but he pretended like it wasn’t happening and he obviously doesn’t want me, so I don’t want him either and last night he lost his mind and said it out loud in front of your brothers and your dad and now I don’t know what’s going to happen!” It all came out in one overly loud, long, run-on sentence and when it was done, Julie covered her face with her hands and waited for the worst. Huh. I wasn’t expecting the worst to be a bunch of heavy breathing… She moved two fingers aside so she could see what was happening, and in case Heidi tried to maul her, she would still only lose one eye. To her surprise, Heidi, as well as both of her mates were just staring at her with their mouths hanging open. The seconds ticked by and Julie watched closely as her friend’s expression moved from shock to realization, then a murderous look clouded over and Julie waited to get yelled at for betraying the one person she loved most in the world. “That … arrogant, selfish, know-it-all, big-haired son of a bitch!” Heidi screamed, her hands clenching as her claws slid from her fingertips. “I’ll kill him!” Now it was Julie’s turn to stand there in shock, but lucky for them all, Heidi’s mates recovered quickly as they both grabbed her before she could yank the bedroom door open and go find her big brother. “So … you don’t hate me?” Julie’s words were quiet, but they stopped Heidi in her tracks like she’d used a bullhorn. “For not telling you all these years?” “Oh, babe.” Heidi pulled her in for a big, lion-sized hug, and for once, Julie didn’t struggle. She just took the comfort her friend offered. “I don’t hate you. I wish you had told me, though. I can’t imagine how awful this must have been, going through it all alone. But don’t worry, we’ll fix it.” Julie sighed. “I don’t need you to fix anything, Heidi. There’s nothing left between me and your brother. He made his choice, and I made peace with that years ago.” Liar. The worst thing that cat-bastard ever did was make me have to lie to my best friend, and now he’s doing it all over again. From the look on Heidi’s face, she suspected Julie wasn’t being honest, but she was thankful Mason interrupted. “Well,” he announced, looking at his phone. “I think the first thing we should do is get both of you out of here and away from that asshole lion. My assistant just texted the house is ready. Let’s go.” “Good plan,” Julie agreed and walked to the exit, ready to get away from the slight scent of Hector that was lingering in the hallway. When the room went silent, she looked behind her. “We’re not climbing out the damned window.” Wade rolled his eyes at her. Tigers. So danged bossy.

Author Info:

Sarah Marsh was born in British Columbia, she’s only recently began her writing career finding it the perfect outlet for taking the edge off a nine to five job. She’s a science fiction and romance junkie and when her imagination started to take the characters she’d read about even further in their adventures she decided to try writing something of her own.

Her biggest weaknesses are animals of any kind … she even loves the ones that wake you up at four in the morning because they can almost see the bottom of their food dish.

When it comes to life in general she’s a big believer that laughter is the best medicine and that there’s no such thing as too much love, which is why she’s such a sucker for a happy ending.

 

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Freebie—FALSE MEMORY (Book 1 of the False Trilogy) by Meli Raine (@meliraineauthor) #romance #suspense #romanticsuspense #freebie

Release date: November 13, 2018

Genre: Romantic Suspense

FREE First in Series throughout February.

She's faking her amnesia to fool a very real killer.

It all started with the bereavement flowers with my name on them.

Not the best way to wake up, right? I work in a flower shop. I know a funeral arrangement when I see one.

I know a killer when I see one, too. And one is standing in my hospital room right now, straight behind the man who saved my life.

I can’t tell anyone the truth, because that’s the fastest way to really die. So I do the next best thing. I “lose” my memory.

I fake my amnesia.

Pretending not to remember a brutal attempted murder has its perks. The killer is backing down, spending less time around me, loosening the noose.

The less I claim to recall, the more my rescuer, Duff, works to help me “remember.” I hate lying to him.

But he doesn’t understand that my memory is dangerous. To me. And to him.

Fooling everyone isn’t easy. It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

Except it’s starting to look like I’ve been fooling myself.

In more ways than one.

The False Trilogy includes False Hope and False Start.

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Audio narrated by Sebastian York and Andi Arndt available on Audible Escape.

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Author Bio:

Meli Raine writes romantic suspense with hot bikers, intense undercover DEA agents, bad boys turned good, and Special Ops heroes — and the women who love them. Meli rode her first motorcycle when she was five years old, but she played in the ocean long before that. She lives in New England with her family.

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Excerpt 

Sensation turns to pain when you have no control. A full-body flush of horror ripples across my skin. Mom frowns as she senses it, her eyes tracking my arms, my legs, my face.

“There,” the nurse says, looking up at the red numbers on the IV machine. She fiddles with a clear tube. “That’ll help her.”

The doctor seems satisfied, a small huff of breath his only reply.

“Lily? Lily, what’s wrong?” Mom asks as my arms, my legs, every inch of skin turns to hot air, floating away as I disintegrate. The pain is my only tether.

My killer turns so fast, facing me, that I can’t look away in time.

Our eyes meet.

I close mine.

I open them. I can't help myself.

It’s worse than I thought. My killer smiles at Duff, who looks back at him, not smiling, but clearly engaged. Familiar.

Duff is in on it. Duff was trying to kill me, too. He didn’t pull the trigger, but he’s in on it.

He has to be.

For the first time since I’ve woken up, I wish I were dead.

Because I’m about to be, if they get me alone.

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Guest author @BethDCarter talks about her #newrelease #historicalromance The Scarlet Dove #eroticromance

 The Scarlet Dove by Beth D. Carter

Welcome to the blog Beth 

Please tell us a little about your new release (The Scarlet Dove) without giving too much of a spoiler away.

First of all, it’s a historical ménage romance set in 1888. It’s about a woman trying to find her place in a male-dominated world that has set parameters for how “proper” women should be.  

Did you found any cool tidbits in your historical research for this book?

So a lot of this story is about my heroine, Liza, and her desire to find her place in the wild west. She has a wild dream of becoming a doctor. I did a lot of research on if that was a possibility. I always try to use historical characters in my stories, if possible, and I was able to incorporate some of that into The Scarlet Dove.

Was it difficult getting the heroes to a point where they could let their guard down and be open to the possibilities of love?

My two heroes, Blue and Apollo, are cousins. They’re tracking a dangerous killer and abductor of women. When they come across Liza, they’re unprepared for their attraction to her. I think it confuses the hell out of them and their jealous of each other. A ménage relationship isn’t in their radar at all, so love takes them by surprise.

How did you find that great balance between conflict and romance?

Conflict can intensify emotions. I like using it to develop a bond between the characters.

What part of the story was the most fun to write?

There is a very funny scene where Apollo and Blue put Liza on a train, and then realize the bad guy is on the train, so they race after it and jump onto it. It was like writing out a scene in a movie. The dialogue is hilarious.

Do you have a favorite line?

I have so many it’s hard to narrow down to just one. Apollo and Blue have  a great repertoire, flowing back and forth. Many lines can’t be taken in one context since there is a reason behind it. Here’s one: (in response to Apollo asking “What can happen on a train?” )

 “Remember when you asked what could happen on a train?” Blue murmured back. “Now you know.”

What is your favorite subgenre of romance to write?

I love paranormal and apocalyptic stories. They are very freeing to the imagination, and IMO, it really strips down a person’s relatability. I’ve just finished up an “end of the world” story, book one, and am plotting the second one now. 

Are you in any of your books?

Don’t all writers put themselves in their stories? There’s a little bit of me in every book, I think. Maybe it’s just a random thought or a gesture, but something of me is in all my characters. 

 

What’s on the horizon?

Several things. I have a story coming out in an anthology. I’m finishing up edits in the last book of my World of Danger series. I submitted book 1 of 2 of an apocalypse story. I have a time travel ready to submit. And I have a couple more outlined, waiting to be written.

Can Liza find her place in a lawless world?

When Liza Trent decided to become a mail order bride out west, she never imagined her fiancé would die before she arrived. His death places her in debt, and the only way to pay off the money is by auctioning off her virginity against her will. When she’s rescued by two handsome men, she mistakenly thinks they’re assassins. Despite her reservations, she accepts their protection.

Only the two men, Apollo Beck and Blue Hawke, aren’t assassins. They’re Texas Rangers sent after a man who preys on women, and their dangerous hunt has just brought Liza into the line of fire.

Confused with the attraction she feels for two men, Liza has a difficult decision before her: commit to loving Apollo and Blue or commit to her burning desire to become a doctor…unless she’s found and taken for revenge first.

Content Warning: contains violence, strong language, and explicit sex scenes, including anal sex

Genre(s): Historical Romance / Menage

EXCERPT

"It's him," Liza whispered in a hate-filled tone. "The man who tricked me."

"Reynolds," Blue spat.

"All three of you!" Reynolds screamed. "You'll pay! You'll pay for everything!"

The gun wavered in an unstable hand. Blue and Apollo glanced at each other and then charged forward. A shot exploded and Apollo went down. Blue tackled Reynolds to the ground. The two men rolled around, each trying to get the upper hand.

Apollo did his best to try to focus on the two men, but agony lanced through him as he tried to get to his feet. Black spots danced in front of his eyes, and he honestly didn't know how bad he was shot.

And then a pair of soft, steady hands took his away. "Let me see," Liza softly said.

"Uh," he moaned. "Blue—"

"Is holding his own," she interrupted him. Though she carefully probed, the pain rippled through Apollo, and he halted her hand. "You need medical help," she told him.

"Get Reynolds first," he panted.

Her eyebrows arched. "You know him?"

"I was sent to kill him."

Her mouth fell open, and she looked from him to where Blue still fought with Reynolds.

"There's a blade in my boot," he whispered, wiggling his right foot and bringing her attention back to him. "Give it to Blue."

She hesitated for only a second before reaching for the marked boot. He felt her hand slide in and grab the hilt. She slid it free and rose, turning to the fight that had attracted several people's attention.

"I have a knife, Blue!" she called out.

In a flash, Blue spun away from Reynolds and grabbed the knife from Liza's shaky hand. As he turned back, he let it fly. They watched as it flipped end over end and buried itself into Reynolds's shoulder, right where the arm and chest met. For a moment, no one moved. Then the confused crowd rushed to help Reynolds, who stumbled away, and Blue turned to grab Liza's hand and hurry over to Apollo.

"You need medical attention," he said without preamble, mimicking Liza's earlier statement.

"Not here," Apollo growled. "Help me up."

"You should rest," Liza said.

"You think anyone is going to help the people responsible for burning down half the town?" As he sat up with a gasp of pain, Blue let go of Liza's hand to help him stand. "Is Reynolds dead?"

They all looked at the small crowd that had moved in to help Reynolds when the blade had got him, only to see the crowd starting to point at them and talk. Reynolds was nowhere to be found.

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I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate highrollers.  I try to write characters who aren't cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box.  I love writing characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through love. I love to hear from readers so I’ve made it really easy to find me on the web:

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