Would you rather stay in a dreadful situation and be safe or would you take what little chance you had of surviving your escape?
Aya and Kato decide to make a run for it, but the way out of Spirima is filled with enemies on both sides of the war, and Kato will have to hurt Aya physically if he wants to set her free. Can Kato bring himself to do it, and will Aya understand and forgive him?
In this second part of the trilogy Aya and Kato are coping with the fear and anxiety of being on the run, while at the same time playing the roles of a couple on their honeymoon as a disguise. But are all of the loving gestures just part of an act?
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Elin has traveled the world and lived in different countries. She has studied psychology and worked in both the private sector and as a successful entrepreneur.
When Elin was a little girl she lived in Scandinavia and was trained to be a certified troll hunter by her granddad, who told her it was a family tradition and that he himself had been trained by his grandmother. As an adult he could no longer see the trolls (as you might know, only children can do that), but he was still sharp on pointing out their tracks, and for Elin the adventures they went on together every summer became treasured memories from a childhood full of fairies, trolls, and goblins.
With a vivid imagination and a thirst for great stories, she emptied the library as a child and continues to be a voracious reader still – when she isn’t creating great stories that will entertain, shock, touch, and excite you.
Elin lives in the United States, and troll hunting has been exchanged for the study of random people as inspiration for her books… if you find a blond woman watching you closely from a distance… that might be her, trying to decide if you are a hero or a villain.
He was just supposed to be doing his brother a favor, but Jackson has gotten himself deep into an international human trafficking investigation. Jackson Crawford is trained to deal with madness, murder, and mayhem but what he’s not trained to deal with is a sexy red-haired vixen who’s been pushed on him as his help for this assignment.
Roxanne Storm isn’t a secret agent and she certainly doesn’t have any special forces skills. But she knows the insides of the deadly business that Jackson needs to have access to. She’ll use her body, mind and street knowledge to help the two of them make the best of their partnership.
Together, Jackson and Roxanne, just might be able to infiltrate this deadly group and bring home the woman that they are after. But only if the two of them can get past their differences without killing each other.
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GUNS BLAZING (Black Balled spinoff)
By Andrea Smith & Eva LeNoir
Release Date: 25th March 2016
My name is Lloyd Ledbetter and I am the best lawyer New York criminals can buy. I’m focused and determined. Nursing my broken heart for the last few months, I’ve stayed away from anything that could resemble a relationship.
Until Luke Gunner.
My name is Luke Gunner and I’m the best money launderer criminals can buy. With an IQ reaching the status of genius, I can practically make money without breaking a sweat. Settling down was never a priority especially when I had so many options laid out in front of me.
Until Lloyd Ledbetter.
GUNS BLAZING EXCERPT
It wasn’t more than a half hour later when Lloyd reappeared in the great room where I was sprawled out on his sofa. I had stuffed a couple of his couch pillows underneath my head so that I could get a decent view of the game I was watching. Christ, he hadn’t arranged this room to be ergonomically conducive to watching the big screen at all.
“Excuse me, Luke,” he said, and I couldn’t miss the slight twitch he had going in one cheek. He was pissed about something.
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“Would you mind following me? I want to show you something.”
Well, well, well. If Ledbetter thought I was going to swallow my fucking pride just because he was in the mood to sample Club Luke, he had a lot to learn about me. I capitulated and launched myself from his sofa, letting the pillows fall to the floor.
I followed him like a whipped puppy down the hall, wondering what exactly he had planned to make it all up to me. My dick twitched and my mind wandered over the possibilities. He stopped in the hallway, and held out his arm to usher me into the guest bathroom ahead of him.
What kind of kink did Ledbetter have in mind?
Once beside me he gestured toward the toilet. “What’s wrong with this picture, Luke?”
“Say again?” I asked, my brow furrowed. “Not following, Lloyd.”
“You left the toilet seat up, Luke. It’s common courtesy to put both the seat and the lid down once finished using the facilities. I do appreciate the fact that you at least bothered to flush.”
“Oh for Chrissake,” I howled. “Are you fucking serious here? It’s not like you have a chick living here with you.” The expression on his face told me that he most certainly was serious. I shook my head and started to lower the lid, when he stopped me.
“Just a minute. There’s something else.”
I watched as he pulled some toilet paper off the roll next to the toilet. “It is also common courtesy that when one dribbles urine onto the rim of the toilet, to wipe it clean before flushing and lowering the seat and the lid like this.”
He wiped the rim clean of what must have been one or two drops, tossed the toilet paper into the bowl, and then flushed it. “Now we may lower the seat and then the lid respectively.”
His proper toilet etiquette demo was now complete I presumed. My arms were crossed, and my right hand was tucked under my chin as I fought the urge to laugh — and lost. “Well, aren’t you the persnickety hot house flower,” I roared, laughing so hard I could feel my shoulders shaking.
He threw his arms up for effect. “It’s so little to ask of you, really. But I would appreciate your adherence while a guest in my home. Is that too much for you to remember?”
“No, no…not at all,” I replied, still chuckling. “I promise I will exercise better bathroom decorum, Ledbetter. It’s your crib. I shall obey,” I finished, giving him a slight bow. “Now, am I excused to go back and finish watching the game? Or are there any further lessons in decorum you wish to convey to me as your house guest?”
I saw a flash of defiance in Lloyd’s eyes. Maybe he wasn’t the submissive I had pegged him as being. Maybe it was Lloyd’s turn for a lesson.
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Two dominant males, two worthy adversaries, in a business that takes no prisoners, will soon learn that fate refuses to be ignored . . .
My name is Troy Babilonia, but I’m best known as Babu, a renowned literary critic with my own online column. I’m followed by thousands! I’m a living god in the literary world. I have no filter, and for that, my flock of humble followers are forever grateful. If it weren’t for me, they wouldn’t know what to read. I have zero tolerance for the weak-minded attention seekers, nor do I have respect for the self-proclaimed geniuses of the Indie world. My advice to all Indie authors is to never break the cardinal rule in this cut-throat business. Ever.
My name is L. Blackburn and I’m an Indie author. My extraordinary genius was loved and worshiped throughout the literary world, until one egocentric critic tried to obliterate my career. It seems I broke some “cardinal rule,” and now I’m paying the price for it. But I don’t plan on going down without a fight.
Sexual Content. M/M – Graphic Sexual Situations
USA Today and Amazon Bestselling author Andrea Smith has a wicked sense of humor. No matter the genre, she is able to infuse laughter throughout.
She is an open book to her friends and family. She celebrates her successes and reflects on her failures with those she holds dear.
Andrea is an Ohio native, currently residing in southern Ohio. She is the mother of two grown sons, and through the years has always held on to her dream of publishing fiction.
Having previously been employed as an executive for a global corporation, she decided to leave the corporate world in June of 2012 to pursue her life-long dream of writing romantic fiction.
Andrea Smith is the author of Past Tense Present Perfect (formerly published as the Baby series), The G-Man series, These Men (Novella that was part of an 8-author Erotica Consortium compilation entitled Bend) and she is due to self-publish her first Paranormal novel, Silent Whisper, August 2014. This is Book #1 in the ‘Limbo Series.’
Other books by Andrea Smith
Baby Series (Contemporary Romance/Suspense w/erotic tone)
Be My Baby
Baby Come Back (Novella)
G-Man Series (Contemporary Romance/Suspense w/erotic tone)
Love Plus One
G-Men Holiday Wrap (Novella)
These Men (Spin-off) Part of the BEND anthology.
G-Man: Next Generation (New Adult Romance)
Walk of Shame
Limbo Series (Contemporary Steamy Romance w/paranormal edge)
Clouds in my Coffee
September Series (New Adult)
When September Ends
Eva LeNoir grew up travelling with her parents to various countries in the world. Reading was her constant companion during her travels and her ability to adapt to different cultures fed her mind with endless possibilities. The characters swimming in her head are always from various horizons with a multitude of dreams and aspirations however they always have one thing in common: The women are strong and independent. A true believer in the female cause, Eva’s wish is to portray the women in her books as the leaders. She sees them walking hand in hand with their partners and not be the sheepish followers of the male gender. But most of all, Eva LeNoir wants to offer her readers a moment of pleasure as they dive into the world of her mind’s creation.
Other Books by Eva LeNoir
Disheveled (UCC Saga Book 1)
Reckless: A Bad Boyz Anthology
Project: Aphrodite: A Labor of Lust (Collection Book 1)
Hearts Afire Anthology
Underdogs of the Arena Series
Book 1: Bloodweight
Book 2: Stone Cold
Book 3: White Fire
Book 4: Dark Waters
Book Title: Switched
Author: Evangeline Anderson
Genre: Scifi/Paranormal Romance
Release Date: March 25, 2016
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
What happens when you wake up in someone else’s body?
And what if that someone happens to be a huge, hot, Alien warrior?
Frankie is about to find out…the hard way.
Kerov knows his people used to have the ability to Switch bodies with their bonded mates, but he has no idea who the girl in his head is. And the fact that she’s controlling his body goes beyond awkward…it could be lethal if anyone finds out. On his home planet of Tarsia, Switching is a crime punishable by death.
But there are worse things than dying as he finds out when he gets stuck in Frankie’s body as well. What is a Brazilian bikini wax anyway? And why does he have to remove his pants to get one?
Will Frankie and Kerov ever get back to their own bodies? And what do the steamy dreams they’ve been sharing have to do with their destinies? You’ll have to read Switched, Brides of the Kindred 17, to find out.
“All right, sweetie,” Helga bugled, slapping the door shut behind her and going to the pot of bubbling yellow liquid. “Let’s get started on that love cookie of yours. Now which side do you want the wax on first?”
“Hot…wax?” Kerov stared in horror at the attendant who was holding up a thin wooden paddle coated in the viscous yellow gunk from the pot. Gunk she apparently wanted to slather over the sensitive area between his thighs.
“Yeah, hot wax. How else are we going to get your hairy little biscuit all nice and smooth?”
Kerov clapped his thighs shut. He had never felt so vulnerable in his life—it made him wonder if females felt this way often. If so, he would never want to be permanently stuck in a female body. He felt so exposed.
“You want to put wax where?” he asked again, still not believing it.
“On your va-jay-jay, hon. You did pay for a Brazilian, right? So that’s what this is.”
“It is? But…why?”
“To get you all smooth and bare.” Without asking again, the technician dived in. Spreading his thighs with horribly strong hands, she started slathering the hot, gooey wax all over the soft little patch of curls that decorated the mound of Frankie’s pussy.
Kerov yelped as the heated wax made contact with the sensitive area. But before he could jerk away, the technician put down the wooden paddle and grabbed for some thin cloth strips. She pressed them over the wax-coated area and rubbed vigorously.
“Hey!” Kerov wanted to kick her—she hadn’t said anything about actually touching between his legs! He himself had refrained from handling that area out of respect to Frankie and now a complete stranger was dripping hot wax on it and rubbing all over it!
But the next minute his indignation was forgotten in a wash of pure agony when Helga grabbed the end of the cloth and ripped it away, taking the soft curls as well as what felt like half his skin with it.
“Ahh!” Kerov sat bolt upright, every nerve tingling in pain. “What in the Seven Hells?” he demanded.
“All right now, honey, it’s all right,” the technician soothed. Taking him by the shoulder, she pushed him back down on the table. He struggled but she was a much bigger female than Frankie was and incredibly strong. “The first side is the worst, I promise.”
“The first side?” Looking down, Kerov realized with horror that only half of Frankie’s soft, black curls were gone. Did this sadistic woman actually intend to repeat the process? Apparently so, because before he could protest, she had grabbed the small wooden paddle and smeared the other side of Frankie’s mound with hot wax.
“No!” Kerov shouted, starting to get off the table. But again, the technician pressed him back down. She really was horribly strong.
It was a new and terrible experience for Kerov, being physically overpowered. He had almost never known a time in his life when he wasn’t bigger or stronger than his peers. He struggled but to no avail—Helga was determined to torture him.
“Settle down, honey and let’s get this over with,” she snapped, clearly running out of patience.
“I don’t want to get it over with—I don’t want it done at all! I want you to let me up right now.” Kerov growled, glaring at her. But even his most intimidating growl came out sounding high and squeaky in Frankie’s voice. Damn but he was sick and tired of being trapped in a female body!
“Sorry but I can’t let you go like this—if the wax dries before I can rip it off you’ll never get it out.” Helga gave him a warning look. “Is that what you want? A big wad of dried wax hanging off your hoo-ha?”
Kerov struggled to master himself. Obviously he couldn’t leave Frankie’s body in worse shape than when he had entered it. There was already a lump on her forehead from the failed yoga pose. And having a dried wad of the yellowish goo permanently affixed to what this woman called her “hoo-ha” would clearly be even worse.
“All right,” he said at last, forcing himself to relax back on the cold table and spread his thighs. “But hurry.”
Evangeline Anderson is the New York Times and USA Today Best Selling Author of the Brides of the Kindred and Born to Darkness series. She is thirty-something and lives in Florida with a husband, a son, and two cats. She had been writing erotic fiction for her own gratification for a number of years before it occurred to her to try and get paid for it.
To her delight, she found that it was actually possible to get money for having a dirty mind and she has been writing paranormal and Sci-fi erotica steadily ever since.
You can find her online at her website http://www.evangelineanderson.com
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