Give yourself a little magic in #FirstChapterFriday from @Sirenbookstrand #erotic #PNR Candle Magic

First Chapter Friday 

Candle Magic

When Simi finds a pretty old candlestick among the discarded props in the company storeroom, she never imagines it will grant her dearest wish. There’s something mysterious about the carved candlestick, but Simi is drawn to it. She’s saved a red candle from a box she bought years ago in an antique shop, and intends to use the candlestick to hold the last candle and make her solitary Christmas lunch more festive. It’s Christmas Eve, there’s sleet in the wind, Simi slips, but Jason catches her. Who is Jason? Where has he suddenly appeared from in the night?

Simi looks into the eyes of this gorgeous man and sparks fly …

CANDLE MAGIC

18+ erotic paranormal romance from Siren Publishing

ELODIE PARKES

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Chapter One

The mist parted. The sight of a man walking toward her captured her in a spell. Simi stared at him, unable to move.

He flowed slowly toward her, and then he was there in front of her, extending his arms to hold her. His cornflower blue eyes, fringed with dark lashes, filled with emotion. He smiled at Simi and she registered how handsome he was, how completely gorgeous he was, before magically she was in his arms. He held her close.

Gratitude surged through her. Her heart opened to soak up the love he gave her. His face close, Simi yearned for his lips on hers, and then—he kissed her. It charged her whole body with such a surge of raw sexual energy her pussy drenched her inner thighs. She drifted in a heavy fog of his kiss-induced lust.

The softness of his lips changed from a gentle, loving merging to a hungry searching as her tongue met his.

Naked in his arms, Simi pressed against his hard body, her clothes strangely gone. Yet she accepted that as ordinary when his hands swept over her skin and grabbed her ass to lift her against his body. Her stomach contacted the hard column of his erect cock, and she sighed into his mouth.

He lifted her higher and she wrapped her legs around his hips. His cock fit so beautifully between her legs, sliding along the outside of her slick pussy. He sucked her neck, and the tingles from his love bite rippled through her peaked nipples and sparked along her clit until she moaned.

Simi longed for his cock pumping inside her. Desperation to feel the slow filling and stretching as he entered her pussy forced her to whisper against his shoulder, “Please make love to me.”

The man brought her face to his in strong, gentle hands and kissed her. His cock slipped on the entrance to her wet pussy and the head entered her.

Her breath caught. She waited for the delicious feeling of his hard cock going in all the way, and then before it happened, he was gone. Simi fell back, landing on her feet still naked, and a sob escaped her. Where are you?

She woke up with tears in her eyes. He wasn’t real. He was a dream. The loss of his loving gaze and searching lips ached in her stomach. She doubled up in bed, sorrow filling her.

Her body still screamed for sex. Cream coated the tops of her inner thighs. The dream man had been so desirable, so utterly enticing, she felt her nipples hard against her arms as she wrapped them around herself in a sad hug. Simi considered masturbation. It had saved her from complete meltdown in the face of years alone. She stared at the clock on her bedside table. The digital numbers read 6:55. Simi scrunched her eyes shut. If only I hadn’t woken up. If only I’d stayed asleep until his cock completely filled me. She took a deep breath. Stop it. She uncurled, threw back the quilt, and grabbed the digital clock. She flipped the alarm switch to off before the thing sent its strident tones through her aching head.

Simi stood by her bed. Her short, strappy top fell down over her sleep shorts and she fumbled her feet into the soft shearling-lined ankle boots she used as slippers. Her robe was hanging on the hook at the back of her bathroom door. She yanked it off and dragged it on. Coffee.

Simi made her coffee and drank it looking out at the dismal sky from her dining room. The window there led out to a small balcony. It gave her a view of the communal courtyard. In summer, pots of vivid colored flowers bordered the walls, but now the square of garden in the center of the courtyard held a tall Christmas tree. Multicolored fairy lights decorated the tree. An enterprising tenant of the apartments had rigged it up so that the lights sparkled day and night. These days the daylight was dim and sometimes fog rolled in from the ocean a few miles away from the town. The lights cheered the place up.

Simi didn’t put a Christmas tree up in her apartment. She’d hung a huge bunch of mistletoe from the doorframe to her lounge room and placed a heavy, holly wreath woven with red satin ribbon and small, glittering glass baubles on the wall in her dining room. A red candle lay on the gleaming dining table. It was the last from a box of candles she’d bought a few years before when she’d moved into the apartment, happily anticipating small dinner parties with new friends and romantic dinners with a man who loved her.

As Simi showered, she considered the last three years. How was it possible never to meet a man who might love her? As she swiped away the condensation on her bathroom mirror and inspected her face, she accepted that maybe in her early twenties she’d been too picky. There’d been that nice guy in the computer department of the firm she was with before her present firm. She’d rebuffed him as a lover, but they’d had a kind of friendship until she left the company, and then they’d lost touch. She checked the wrinkles by her eyes. Not too bad. Her thirtieth birthday loomed in January and Simi wondered if she looked older than that. She saw dark shadows under her eyes and knew they were from reading far into the night and throwing herself into work so that she didn’t think about her growing loneliness.

As she smoothed on body lotion, moisturized her face, and then dressed, Simi counted the friends who’d fallen away as they got married or paired off with a live-in lover. Two girlfriends remained single. One appeared to have retreated into work and never wanted to socialize these days. The other, Liz, relied on internet dating, but would sometimes join Simi for a meal or a movie

Maybe Liz would be available if she asked her to meet for a drink, or lunch the day after Christmas. Liz will be with her massive family in the country for Christmas Eve and Christmas day, but I might call her this afternoon and arrange something for the day after Christmas.

Simi applied her light makeup for the day and dropped mascara, brighter lipstick, face powder, and a dark kohl stick into a small zipped bag to use at work. She pulled on her specially chosen stockings and underwear, her business suit, and looked around for her shoes.

Simi gathered her dress for later that day. She intended to change at work for the staff party. She popped the makeup bag and her cell phone in the shoulder bag that she used as a hold all for work. With her overcoat draped around her shoulders, Simi left for the office.

The subway station was only a short walk away, so two minutes later Simi clattered down the steps to the platform, clutching her multi-ticket. The train was always overheated in winter and Simi slipped her coat off to hang over her arm as the train approached. On pleasant summer days, Simi sometimes walked to the next station to enjoy the light mornings, but that was a much longer walk.

As the train carried her to the city, Simi considered the day’s work ahead and mentally prioritized the tasks.

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4 and a half stars from Manic Readers

I loved it.

5 Stars from Readers' Favorite

Jason was an amazing character! Gorgeous, sexy, in the right place at the right time. But he was also mysterious and kept me guessing. Where did he come from? How long would he stay with Simi? What secret baggage did he bring with him? These were all great questions that the author used to keep the characters more complex and interesting and hold readers' attention.

Harrison’s insecurities catch up with him when finds another man, albeit alone, in his girlfriend's bed. #newrelease #romance Peri Elizabeth Scott

Blurb:

Making it up to Maggie

Harrison’s insecurities catch up with him when finds another man, albeit alone, in his girlfriend's bed. Refusing to hear her explanation, he leaves her. His secretary then meddles in his affairs, effectively driving Maggie away with a vengeance. Upon discovering that woman’s perfidy, Harrison tries to remedy the situation, and then finds out Maggie is pregnant! Determined to win her back, Harrison does his best to provide and care for her from a distance while trying to insinuate himself back into her life.

Hurt and bewildered, Maggie couldn’t believe Harrison would stoop so low, but the evidence seems irrefutable. And now she’s worried Harrison wants her only because she carries his child.

Harrison's world again spins out of control, and he wonders if he is the best man for Maggie and their child after all…

It’s up to Maggie to teach Harrison his real worth.

Begging Briana

Caleb Younger is certain he will never actually love any woman, having been badly burned in the past because of so-called love. He believes he's fond of Briana Jeffries, has intense sexual feelings for her, and wants her in his life, but doesn't love her.

Humiliated, when he says as much while amongst their friends, Briana finally accepts she's been fooling herself—Caleb will never love her. She leaves him to get on with her life.

His life now empty, Caleb faces the truth. He loves Briana more than anything, and resorts to everything to get her back. But Briana's friend doesn't want Briana hurt again and conspires to keep the two apart. A series of events and coincidences play out, giving Caleb the opportunity to beg Briana to take him back.

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Excerpt: 

Making It Up to Maggie

Harrison increased his grip on the steering wheel of his SUV to a stranglehold. It was the only thing keeping him from jumping out and grabbing Maggie, throwing her in the back seat, and driving off with her. Sanity prevailed, but it was a close call. He marveled again at how a slip of a woman had infiltrated his psyche and undermined his self-control, not to mention teaching him so much on the subject of himself. Before he’d gone and royally screwed things up.

She stood outside the doors of the office building with two of her friends. Even at a distance, he saw her energy and light while she conversed animatedly with Veronica and Joyce, although he’d noticed shadows beneath her eyes and a certain gauntness hollowing her cheeks whenever he’d been able to get closer to her.

Her blonde hair streamed around her shoulders in the gusty wind, and her dress was pulled tightly against her long, slender frame, molding her high breasts and the slight, swelling roundness of her belly. His baby was growing there.

Harrison was missing out on every wondrous day of that burgeoning life and the woman he desired and loved more than anything else in the world. Missing out because of his stupid masculine pride and ego.

He closed his eyes against the pain in his heart and the clenching of his gut. He didn’t know what else he might do to make amends for his atrocious behavior, to regain Maggie’s trust. Nothing. He had to accept that. He would do his best to care for her, provide for her and his child, but from a distance. He was his father’s son, after all, and she deserved better, as did their child. He’d proven he had nothing to offer outside of the basics and the superficial because blood would tell. As would nature over nurture.

Begging Briana

Tossing several items of clothing into her suitcase, Briana Jeffries then found a plastic makeup bag to stick a few toiletries in. It had taken a long time to accept the obvious but she’d finally accepted the fact Caleb wasn’t going to miraculously profess his love for her. Tonight had been the kicker.

She ignored the ache in her chest and concentrated on packing the things she needed, not that there were a lot. No way was she going to think about what was true. Except she couldn’t turn a blind eye. She loved Caleb and he didn’t love her. There. She said it again and that made it true.

Swiping impatiently at the tears suddenly streaking her face, she zipped the bag closed, taking a final look around the bedroom she shared with the love of her life for nearly three years. Too bad she hadn’t been the love of his. It was time to move on. Christina would be outside by now.

Hurrying down the stairs of the place she’d hoped would be her forever home, she steadfastly ignored all the little things she’d done to make it so, especially the plethora of pictures. The reflection of beautiful places and events, smiling, happy faces, pictures of her and Caleb, mocked her despite her best efforts not to look. Caleb must be blind not to see what they had between them, captured for the world to see, but apparently, it was her love that was blind. After throwing open the front door she hauled her case outside, barely avoiding the rebound of the heavy wooden panel as it slammed shut behind her, her keys now locked within. Final. No going back.

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 November 2018 she has published seven series and several standalones, with others in the works. 

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Be teased as @NReluctant makes a tour stop with #PNR 'Dead of Night'

DEAD OF NIGHT

The Blood Curse Chronicles
by James Agee Jr.

Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

All families have secrets.

Some have secrets worth dying for.

The Vasile family owns a funeral home in Frederickton, Virginia. For the most part, life in this small town is ideal. However, there is one secret they try to hide – one that could destroy their lives as they know it.

They are vampires.

When a strange girl comes to town for her grandmother’s funeral, new information is uncovered. There is a chance the Vasiles and all other vampires will know a day when they can become human and break the blood curse that has plagued vampires for centuries.

She opens her mouth to say something, more than likely about what book I should purchase, but I speak before she can get any words out.

“Was someone playing the piano earlier?”

She tilts her head as if I have just asked her a confusing question.

“Well…I don’t know how to explain this. It won’t make much sense to you, but the piano plays itself.”

She must see the disbelief written across my face because she hastily adds, “Sometimes there is the shadow of a person sitting on the piano bench, but honest to goodness the keys play themselves.”

The music starts playing and I find my body gravitating towards the sound. The keys bob up and down swiftly seemingly of their own accord. My heart leaps as I see the shadow of a person sitting on the bench. If I did not believe the old woman before, I sure do now.

I inch closer to the piano.

Is it a spirit? A ghost? My imagination?

A fast paced jazz tune is echoing throughout the shop. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, filling my lungs with the inky dust particles. I open my eyes and the head of the shadow is facing toward me. I reach out to touch it, unsure if I should. My hand goes right through the dark form and slowly the music stops playing.

The woman’s hand tugs on my arm. There is a slightly annoyed look on her wrinkled face.

“Why did you go and scare him off?”

I can’t help but ask her, “Him? How do you know that it is a ‘him’?

She chuckles and pushes her glasses up her nose to keep them from sliding off.

“Dear, you can tell by how he plays the piano. There’s such passion behind the sounds. He has so much emotion.”

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New #FFromance from @naomi_jay and @evernightpub Read a #teaser #lesbian fiction

Thanks for having me here today! I'm excited to share my latest Romance on the Go, ON A DARK TIDE, a story I constantly (and probably annoyingly) referred to as the Creepy Ocean Story whilst writing it. I'm a mermaid at heart. I love the ocean, whatever the season, whatever the weather. Nothing makes me feel as at peace or inspired as sitting by the shore. ON A DARK TIDE is one of several stories and books I've written with the ocean at its heart, and it won't be the last.

ON A DARK TIDE also let me touch on something else I love – true crime and unsolved mysteries. I have a fairly long commute to work each day, and I usually pass the time by listening to podcasts. Delving into truly strange and puzzling stories of disappearances helped me shape the background of Piper and Cam's story, and hopefully you'll enjoy delving into the mystery of Dina Mackay with them!

Blurb

True crime podcasters Piper and Cam have travelled to the sleepy seaside town of Findlay to investigate the disappearance of a woman nearly a decade ago. The theories are wild—everything from murder to mermaids, and Piper is determined to get to the truth. Battling her fear of the ocean, Piper soon realizes Findlay has deeper, darker secrets than she could ever have believed. As she struggles to master her fear and deal with her unrequited love for Cam, Piper is lured into perilous waters. The truth waits beneath the waves—and Piper's fate waits with it.

Be Warned: f/f sex

Excerpt

“Cam,” Piper said again, almost wailing it as Cam took off back up the shore toward the town. Piper started after her, got her feet tangled in those grabby strands of seaweed, and toppled over. She landed face-first in the sand, grit and water-worn stones digging into her palms. “Shit!”

            She lay there for a few seconds, berating herself for being so stupidly tongue-tied. Then she picked herself up and hugged herself against the bitter cold wind rushing off the waves. She could fix this.

            All she had to do was run after Cam and say … something. She didn’t know what, though. She still wasn’t sure what the hell had just happened. What Cam had expected to happen.

            But she wouldn’t find out hanging around on the beach, would she?

            She started walking, the distant lights of the town guiding her. She and Cam had come further than she realized, and night had swept in while they walked. She couldn’t even see Cam’s silhouette up ahead. But she couldn’t have gotten far, surely. Piper had only been down a minute.           Piper cupped her hands to her mouth. “Cam? Cameron!”

            There was no answer. The wind shrieked down the bay, suddenly wild, and Piper flashed back vividly to her dream last night. She wondered if that’s all it had been, a howling gale invading her dreams. She glanced out across the ink-dark waters of the bay, watching the white caps rise and fall as the tide drove in. It was too easy to imagine being tossed around in those wild waves, mouth full of salt, lungs burning, body sinking and rising at the will of the water. It was too easy to imagine Dina Mackay walking into the sea...

            Piper shivered, unsure where the idea came from. The wind rose and fell in strange harmony, filling her head with shipwrecks and yellowed bones polished by centuries of sand and water. She stopped looking for Cam, entranced and disturbed by the song of the bay. It did sound like voices, eerily so. Sweet, inhuman singing as the wind ripped through hidden caves and over knee-high banks of marram grass.

            Dina could have heard that beautiful, awful music the night she went missing. She could have walked out of the Lobster Pot, just like Piper had tonight, pleasantly buzzed, and thought she heard voices down on the shore, out in the water.

            Piper didn't remember moving, but the water lapped at her feet now, so either she’d moved or the tide had. She wasn’t sure. It didn’t matter. The singing swirled around her, warming her where the wind had chilled her. The water washed over her canvas shoes, soaking in and anchoring her to the shore. The singing pulled at her, dragged at her, as inexorable as the ocean.

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Naomi likes writing, perfume, fancy tea, and unfathomable monsters from the dark spaces between the stars, not necessarily in that order. She has been writing stories ever since she learned how to write, but is still trying to master the art of biography writing. When she's not dealing with werewolves, demons, or sea monsters, she's hanging out with her cat and probably watching a documentary about Bigfoot. If the cat isn't available, she's with her fiancé watching cookery shows and silently plotting her next book.

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Where does he go at night? #SexySnippets A Fairy Tale Romance #erotic #romance @evernightpub

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When delectable Thorn Valmont buys an old palace to renovate on the Mediterranean coast, he never dreams it will cost him his freedom.

Thorn is part of an aristocratic family. He’s a prince and must find his princess to solve a puzzle he inherits from the ancient owners of the Mediterranean palace.

Will he find her in time to stop his loneliness destroying him completely?

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She smiled as she approached. Her short beach dress swished around her brown thighs, and one of the shoestring straps had fallen from her shoulder over the top of her arm.

Thorn took in the sight and longing filled him. He wished he already knew her well, knew her so that he could hug her, and kiss her hello, or more than hello. His mouth watered to kiss along her lovely shoulders. Desperation grew as she came near and looked into his eyes.

She stood so close her breath brushed his skin. 

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His deeds are legendary. #PNR #fantasy new release excerpt as @m_morganauthor makes a #giveaway tour stop

QUEST OF A WARRIOR

Legends of the Fenian Warriors, Book 1

spinoff from the Order of the Dragon Knights series

by Mary Morgan

Genre: Fantasy Magical Mythology Paranormal Romance

You met them in the Order of the Dragon Knights. Now, journey to the realm of the Fae and witness their legends!

Fenian Warrior, Conn MacRoich has traveled the earth for thousands of years, guarding the realm between mortal and Fae. His deeds are legendary. Yet, one mistake will force him on a journey to fix a broken time-line. However, on Conn’s quest, he must face a human female who will eventually bring this ancient warrior to his knees.

When Ivy O’Callaghan inherits her uncle’s estate, she never imagines there will be more secrets to unravel, including the one she hides from the world. With the help of a mysterious stranger, she learns to trust and step out of the shadows. However, nothing prepares Ivy when she learns Conn's true identity.

As the loom of fate weaves a thread around the lovers from two different worlds, will the sacrifices they make lead them to love? Or will their secrets destroy and separate them forever?

Putting a fist to her mouth to stifle the laughter, Ivy turned when the front door to the pub blew open. The cold blast of air lashed across her face, but she gave no care. Her mouth became dry as the man stood there blocking what little light remained in the sky. His silver-blond wavy hair whipped around his chiseled face shaded by a light beard. Yet, it was those eyes that bore into hers—holding her captive. Were they silver or ice blue? She blinked several times, and swallowed.

The giant stepped into the pub and closed the door. Ivy’s gaze traveled the length of him as he made his way past her to the bar. She couldn’t help but follow him with her eyes. He was sinfully dressed in all black—jeans, boots, leather jacket opened to reveal a black tee. He was magnificent.

“Sweet Brigid,” whispered Erin. “Have the Vikings invaded Glennamore again?”

The woman’s words snapped Ivy out of her lustful trance. She looked at her friend. “Vikings in Glennamore?”

Mac placed her coat over her shoulders and chuckled. “Do not fear they were banished many centuries ago. I’ll go see what the Viking wants. I’m sure he’s only passing through and needs a pint and some food. There’s nothing in Glennamore to raid.”

The room blurred, and Ivy brushed a hand over her brow. “Not a Viking,” she uttered softly.

Erin placed a hand on her arm. “Are you all right?”

Ivy lifted her head. The gorgeous man leaned against the bar as Mac made his way to him. “I said he’s not a Viking.”

Erin smirked. “You could have fooled me.”

The man straightened as Mac pointed a finger directly in Ivy’s direction.

Ivy was unable to move, the words tumbled free as if spoken by someone else. “He’s an ancient Celt.”

The stranger immediately glanced her way, shock registering across his face as if he had heard her spoken words.

“Good Lord, you’re as white as a sheet, Ivy Kathleen.”

She barely heard Erin’s words. The Celt moved toward her, a frown marring his handsome features. A tremor slithered down her spine as she lifted her head up to meet his gaze.

“Ivy O’Callaghan?” The soft burr of his voice brushed over her face, and she couldn’t determine if it was Irish or Scottish.

Her mouth stayed dry, making her unable to acknowledge the man’s question. Nodding slowly, she took a step back. Then the Celt smiled, and Ivy thought she would melt right there on the floor. How could anyone look that gorgeous?

Erin nudged her. “Forgive my friend, Ivy Kathleen, she seems to have lost her voice.”

Recovering her wits, Ivy replied, “Sorry. I’m done telling stories about my life in the States.”

The Celt arched a brow. “Not interested in your stories. Sean Casey sent me to inspect your repairs.”

“You know Sean?” interrupted Erin.

Smiling, the man nodded. “Most of his life. I’m Conn MacRoich.”

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Scottish paranormal romance author, Mary Morgan resides in Northern California, with her own knight in shining armor. However, during her travels to Scotland, England, and Ireland, she left a part of her soul in one of these countries and vows to return.

Mary's passion for books started at an early age along with an overactive imagination. She spent far too much time daydreaming and was told quite often to remove her head from the clouds. It wasn't until the closure of Borders Books where Mary worked that she found her true calling--writing romance. Now, the worlds she created in her mind are coming to life within her stories.

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New release #erotic #historicalromance from guest author @tinadonahue Read a #teaser

DAYS OF DESIRE

Pirate's Prize, book 2
by Tina Donahue

Genre: Erotic Historical Romance

In a pirate’s lair, nothing is as it seems...

Shipwrecked! When Royce Hastings is found washed up on the shore of a verdant tropical island, he tells the natives he is a merchant headed for Mozambique. The truth, however, is far more mercenary. Noble by birth, the once favored Royce has lost his fortune and family; now he is a hired henchman on the trail of an elusive pirate. His “shipwreck” was a fake. He’ll stop at nothing to infiltrate the island and capture his prey. His mother and sisters’ lives depend on it.

The last thing Royce expects is to be captured himself. But the lovely young woman who tends to his wounds in the tropics quickly takes hold of his heart. Simone is the island’s healer, and her skilled ministrations not only awaken his soul but disturb his conscience. His path has been predetermined; his identity must remain concealed at all costs. Yet the passion he feels in Simone’s sultry, loving arms cannot be denied. With his loyalties torn, Royce must make an agonizing, unthinkable choice...

Simone padded to him, pulse racing. His bed-mussed hair showed her how he’d look once he enjoyed her. She fought her urge to smooth back the strands. “Bonjour.”

He made a noise that sounded aroused.

Her heart beat faster. “Finish your bacon, please. While you eat, I should change the sheet.”

He chewed quickly, swallowed, and lifted his face.

She couldn’t imagine anything more pleasant than his mouth on hers. “You can sit in the chair while I tend the bed. Let me help you to it.” She slipped her arm around his middle.

He favored his uninjured leg, brow furrowing, breath coming hard and fast.

She stroked his bandaged thigh. “Does it hurt?”

“Bloody right it does.”

He pressed her against the wall, imprisoning her wrists, his length molded to hers. “You’re driving me mad. I can’t take any more of this. I won’t.”

He slanted his mouth over hers.

She surrendered willingly, joyously, accepting his tongue, melting into him.

His savage growl told her all she needed to know. He desired her.

She’d never been more alive.

His touch branded her soul, claiming it, marking her forever. She twisted free from his hold and wreathed her arms around his shoulders, her fingers buried in his silken hair to keep him near.

Their greedy and wild kiss turned tender and slow.

She ground her hips into his, needing to be closer.

He held her so tightly nothing could come between them.

Pleasure sped from every direction, filling her.

Forever wouldn’t have been long enough to enjoy him. His bristly cheeks rasped hers, the mild sting encouraging her to yield further. She longed to wake up each morning to him and this.

They only had now.

Whatever the future brought, Simone refused to dwell on loss. She’d willingly belong to him for a moment rather than have no time at all. In two or three months, she’d say good-bye. Not today.

A fist pounded on the door.

She flinched.

Royce tore his mouth free and limped to the footboard, too far away from her.

“Simone.” James knocked. “Are you in there?”

“Oui.”

“Is Royce awake?”

“Yes, I’m up.”

“Good. Tristan wants to see you as soon as you dress. I brought a clean shirt and breeches for you.”

Simone put out her hand, stopping Royce from crossing the room. “Stay where you are. Rest your leg.” She smoothed her hair and opened the door.

James handed the clothes over. “Once Royce is dressed, I’ll escort him to the dining room.”

“I have to put a new poultice and bandage on him first.”

“No rush.” He crossed his arms and leaned against the opposite wall. “I’ll wait.”

She slammed the door.

Royce washed at the basin. Water clung to his long lashes and chest hair. He scratched his throat.

“I should shave you.”

“Tristan’s not going to wait for that. I have to get dressed.”

“Not before I change your bandage.”

“It’s fine. Do you have a towel?”

She clasped the clothes to herself and kept her voice low. “I enjoyed our kiss, did you?”

He glanced around, then dried his face on the bedsheet. “What happened shouldn’t have.”

“Why not? I want you and you want me.”

“Give me the clothes.”

She twisted, keeping them from him. “Are you worried that someday you’ll leave? I know you will. We can enjoy each other until then.”

“No.”

Her stomach cramped. “Why not?”

“There’s no point, no future. You deserve better than me.”

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FIRST COMES DESIRE

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Diana Fletcher means business. The beautiful, innocent, reverend’s daughter has traveled all the way to a tropical island off Madagascar on a mission: To find her brother—and to punish the man who drove him to a life of piracy. But when she comes face to face with the enemy in question, the handsome, powerfully seductive man is not at all what Diana expected...

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Tina Donahue is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. She's won Readers' Choice Awards, RWA awards - Holt Medallion and NEC, and won a Book of the Year award. She’s featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.

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