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MoreBoss by Juliana Conners Release Blitz & Rafflecopter giveaway

More, Boss A Bad Boy Office Romance by Juliana Conners
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My boss wants to spank me until I’m red all over. And I want to let him!





Damien Hudson was only supposed to take me on a date. He wasn’t supposed to take my virginity. I wasn’t supposed to let him. And I definitely wasn’t supposed to like it.



Now he’s my boss, so my boring job has just gotten a lot more exciting. I know I’m being a bad girl but I also know that my older, more experienced and filthy rich boss knows just how to punish me for my sins.



I’m on a mission to give him my body for whatever purposes he sees fit… but what will he do to my heart?





I took her virginity and now she’s working for me.
I didn’t become the billionaire CEO of several successful companies by giving into distractions. Sure, I f*ck a lot of women but I don’t ever do it more than once, less they get too attached. And I keep it in my pants at the office.
Until I go on a date with Katie Finnegan. It was just a dare but we got out of hand. Meaning that I got into her sexy panties and she got into my f*cking head. Now both things are all twisted up.
She’s my employee now and being with her is bad for both my business and my personal life. I’m determined to put our one little scorching hot night in the past. But first I’m going to have to take her over my knee and spank her for letting it happen in the first place.


What if both of us like the way I punish her just a little too much?




**More, Boss is a standalone quick and dirty office romance with no cliffhanger and no cheating. It features a dominant billionaire alpha male and a feisty BWW who find their happily ever after. This limited edition is on sale for a short time only and includes two bonus bad boy books (Jensen: A Military Bad Boy Romance and Larson: An Outlaw MC Bad Boy Romance) for your continued reading pleasure. More, Boss ends at approximately 30% of your Kindle.

Excerpt from More, Boss: A Bad Boy Office Romance
Copyright 2017 by Juliana Conners; All Rights Reserved.
Damien had instructed me to come to his office after I finish the filing, so I do. It’s my first day of working for him and he’s already having me stay late. This can only mean he wants to be with me again the way we were before.
I can’t believe that after he took my virginity, he’s now in charge of my employment. But there’s no one else I’d rather be my boss— in more ways than one.
He and I are the only ones still at the office. Or at least I think so anyway. But I suppose part of what makes this— whatever “this” is— so fun is wondering whether that’s really true.
A chill runs down my spine and I can finally see what Ruby found so enthralling when it came to working for the man she was sleeping with. I’m not sure what all this type of arrangement entails but I’m ready for it.
I’m so glad just to have the chance to be with Damien again. He must feel the same since he’s having me stay here late, just the two of us.
I know it’s not like we’re Madilyn and Asher, or Cameron and Ruby, having a full-blown relationship. What Damien and I are doing will just stay confined as a secret office fling.
And that’s fine with me. I don’t want to get too involved. Only bad things happen when people fall in love.
As soon as I walk into Damien’s office, he looks at me with somber, dark eyes.
“Katie,” he says.
I can tell he’s trying to act gruff, as if he means business. But his eyes are looking at me in that way that lets me know he wants to take me. Make me his all over again.
I can already feel my panties getting damp. I can’t believe how much control he has over me. My own body betrays me when I’m near him, so I just give into it.
I’m afraid to say too much, because I don’t want to say everything. How I loved what he did to me before, for my very first time. How I want him to do it again.
“I’m your boss now.”
“I know.”
Silence fills the office. I’m waiting for him to say what he’s thinking. Afraid of what it could be. Suddenly, his careful tone seems to be letting me know that it doesn’t seem as if we’re on the exact same page after all.
“We can’t do what we did before, ever again.”
He nods his head at me, as if wanting me to agree.
“I know.”
But I don’t really know. I feel disappointed.
I guess that’s it then.
“This needs to be a professional work environment and the last time I saw you, you didn’t behave very professionally at all.”
“That’s true.”
I say this part hesitantly, not wanting to ruin the mood. There’s a crack in his voice that lets me know he wants me still, just as much as I want him. He just knows that he’s not supposed to take me. Even if I want him to.
“You made me do dirty, filthy things to you.”
“Very true, Boss.”
“I took your innocence. And now I’m your boss.”
“That’s right, Boss.”
“You made me do it.”
“I know. It was my fault.”
I know he wants me to say these things. He wants me to absolve him of his guilt.
It should seem strange that he’s blaming me for things that he himself clearly enjoyed very much. I can still remember his hard, throbbing cock, which let me know just how much he enjoyed it.
But saying these things also makes me feel powerful— that I can make him do things he logically doesn’t want to do. He can’t help himself. Just like I can’t help but get wet and weak for him.
“Before we can move forward, I think it’s only right that I punish you for what you made me do to you.”
“I agree.”
I sit up straighter, wondering what exactly he has in mind. I would welcome any touch from him— even if it’s punishment, as he calls it.
Anything so that I can feel him, be close to him, once again. I’ve never known a power as strong as the hold he has over me, for reasons I can’t even understand. And I’m glad to know it’s mutual.
“After this, we’re going to be done,” he says. “As soon as I punish you.”
“Yes sir.”
“Why don’t you come over here and let me administer your punishment?” he asks.
I nod, not even needing to talk anymore. Just wanting to let myself go and give up control to him.
I walk around to his side of the desk and stand next to him.
“I need you on my lap so that I can give you the spanking you deserve,” he says.
His voice sounds authoritative. Commanding. Boss-like.
“Yes, sir.”
I bend over and lie down across his lap, so that I’m looking at the floor of his office. He lifts up my skirt, so that my bare ass is exposed to him. I’m wearing a thong but otherwise he can see everything.
“You were very naughty the last time we were together, weren’t you?” he asks, his hands tracing the curves of my ass cheeks.
“Yes, Boss, I was,” I admit. “I was a really bad girl.”
I can feel his cock rising slightly beneath me, poking my belly. I’ve missed it and I want to make it as hard as I know it can get. I want him to do all things he did to me the last time we were together: when he made love to me for my very first time.
“You made me want to do really dirty things to you, didn’t you?”
He grabs my ass with both of his hands and squeezes hard. I do my best not to cry out in pain, but I let out a little gasp.
“I did, Boss.”
“I’m going to punish you for that,” he says. “I need to spank you. To show you who’s in charge.”
“Yes, Boss.”
His hand comes down hard and fast on the left side of my ass.
“Ouch!” I can’t help but cry out.
He places a hand over my mouth.
“I’ve only just begun to punish you, my pet. It’s going to get a lot worse than this. It’s the only way you’ll learn not to make me want to defile you like I did last time we were together.”
I had known the spanking was coming— he had certainly given me fair warning— but I hadn’t known it would hurt so much. I had never been hit like that before. As tears well up in my eyes, I realize I also liked being spanked more than I was expecting as well.
How can one man give me both so much pleasure and so much pain, all at the same time?
“Do you need another spanking, my dirty little girl?”
“Please, Boss,” I say, almost instinctively.
He hits me again in the same spot where he had already just hit me. I had been expecting it on my right ass cheek this time but now my left burns even more.
“Owww. Boss.”
“Your little butt cheek is so red and sore,” he says, patting it and then squeezing it. “I’m leaving my mark all over it. Because you’ve been such a bad girl for me.”
He hits me one, two, three more times all in the same spot, until I’m panting and crying out, “Oh my God. Please, Boss, Please.”
“Please what?” he says, pulling my thong over to the side while his cock grows even harder underneath me. “Do you want me to stop spanking you, or do you want more?”
“More, Boss,” I say, immediately, almost surprising myself with my answer.
“But I’m spanking you so much that your poor little butt cheek is getting raised and welted,” he says, his hands tracing up and down the area he had just hit.
Then he slips a finger inside me.
“I just want to see how wet your tight little pussy is,” he says, tracing the inside of my pussy like he was just tracing the welts he is leaving on my ass. “To see how much you really want more. I see that you do. I’m not sure my punishment is effective then. I’m going to have to punish you some more.”
“Yes, Boss,” I beg, as he begins to rub my clit, teasing me with how much I want him. “Please, Boss. More, Boss.”
“All right,” he says, hitting me hard and fast on my left ass cheek again. “If you insist.”
This time I really do cry out in pain, but he grabs onto my clit and twists and pulls it, making me nearly come from the pleasure of the sting mixed with the force.
“Why don’t you suck on my cock to show me how much you want me to keep spanking you?” he asks.
I obediently unzip his fly and grab ahold of his long, hard cock. I’ve been wanting and missing it so much.
“That’s a very naughty girl,” he says, as I wrap my lips around the head of his cock. “It’s very bad when you do such dirty things to me. I’m going to have to punish you some more for that.”
“Please, Boss,” I say, raising my ass up higher for him, begging him to spank me again. “More, Boss.”
He leans his hips forward and pushes my head into his cock with his hand.
“Show me how much you want more punishment,” he says, as I take his entire cock into my mouth and suck on it. “Yes, just like that.”
He hits my other ass cheek now, hard and fast and many times in a row as I nearly choke on his big cock. He fucks my mouth with his cock while he spanks me and then he holds my swollen ass cheek in one hand while he rubs my clit with his other hand.
“Oh my God,” I say— or try to say— but my mouth is so full of his cock that I can’t even get the words out. He pulls my hair while I suck his cock. “It feels so good, Boss.”
I feel an orgasm coming on that feels almost as strong as the one I had when he was inside me before. I can’t even believe it. He expertly flicks and rubs my clit while fucking my mouth.
“I’m coming, Boss,” I tell him, as I give in to a wave of pure pleasure and ecstasy.
“That’s my good little girl,” he says. “You’re being a very good girl for your Boss, by being so bad that he has to punish you.”
I come on his hand as his cock pulses inside my mouth.
“Now you’re going to make me come,” he says, taking the juices from my pussy and rubbing them all over my ass. It feels soothing but I’m still coming down off the high of the orgasm and I don’t want it to be over yet.
He shoots his cum into my mouth while I eagerly swallow it.
“That’s a good girl,” he repeats, as he squeezes my ass while I lick the head of his cock, trying to make sure I’ve got all of his sweet liquid in my mouth. “Eat up all of my cum like my hungry little slut.”
I lay panting and exhausted across his lap, my breasts on his leg and his hand still cupped on my ass. Then he slaps me hard, one last time, and leans back, away from me.
“That’s it,” he says, “Get up.”
I obediently rise and start straightening out my clothes. I can’t believe I have to go home soon and face my dad, the pastor. I can only imagine what he would say if he knew I had just sucked my boss’s cock while he spanked me and played with my pussy. It’s not exactly what he meant when he said he wanted me to get ahead at work.
But I know that no lecture or sermon from my strict father could be any crueler than the look that Damien is giving me now. It’s one of satisfaction mixed with regret. He prides himself on his discipline, his integrity. I know he can’t believe what we’ve just done.
“Now that I’ve sufficiently punished you, we’re over,” he says. “You may leave now. And tomorrow you will only be my employee. That’s it. Nothing else.”
“Yes sir,” I say.
I turn to leave with disappointment, my ass stinging and sore, and I’m wondering how I’m going to be able to walk tomorrow, let alone sit down. Damien clears his throat, giving me just enough hope to pause before I’m about to walk out his office door.
“Let me see your ass one more time before you go,” he says. “Just to make sure I’ve really punished you enough.
I lift up my skirt so that he can see my undoubtedly red and welted ass cheeks.
“That’s good. It’s obvious I punished you a lot. Don’t make me have to do that to you again,” he says, causing my heart to race with excitement at the prospect. “Because next time I won’t be as gentle. It might hurt so much that you’ll want to run away. I might have to tie you up to prevent that from happening. I can’t even say what I might do, if you make me punish you again. Do you understand?”
“I do, Boss,” I tell him.
“You can go now.”
“Yes, Boss.”
I leave, but I know it’s not for good. It can’t be.
My aching ass is a reminder of what he likes to do to me. He can’t just take my virginity and spank me for letting him do it and then forget all about me forever.
He wants me just as bad as I want him. There must be more. I just know it.
The only problem is, I’m beginning to think it’s more than just physical. I’m beginning to think we’ve both let ourselves get in too deep to stop this even if we want to.
How much more can either of us handle?
I suppose I’m going to have to find out. Because this feels too good— and too bad— to stop now.  

I’ll show her the ropes. Then I’ll tie her up with them.


Madilyn doesn’t know it but I hand-picked her to work for me.
I’m used to getting what I want, and I wanted her the moment I laid my eyes on her.
Those curves. That smile. The way she looks at me with those innocent eyes- I get hard just thinking about it.
Now I plan to teach her everything- and I do mean everything.
Under my watch, she’ll experience a lot of firsts. Her first boss. Her first trial. Her first fu*k.
Sure, it’s frowned upon to mix business with pleasure, but I built this firm from the ground up and I don’t follow anyone else’s rules. 
I’m the one in control- always.
Too bad I may be breaking my own coveted rule.

I’m used to taking risks in the courtroom- but my heart is off limits.


Landing the job at Asher Mark’s law firm was a dream come true.
Who knew he would also be the guy who would leave me wet after one glance?
I don’t like guys like him who think they can do what they want. And we have nothing in common.
Sure, we’re both ambitious lawyers but the comparison stops there.
He’s older, filthy rich and much more experienced in the courtroom- not to mention the bedroom.
He wants me bad. He thinks I’ll say “Yes boss,” “Please boss,” “More boss.”
But I’m the type of woman who likes to stay in control of my life, my career and my relationships.

So why do I want to give it up- quite literally- to my boss, of all people? And what will happen to my career- and my heart- if I do?

**Yes, Boss is a full length standalone dirty office romance novel with no cliffhanger and no cheating. It features a dominant billionaire alpha male and a feisty BWW who find their happily ever after. For a limited time this edition comes with two bonus books: Out of Bounds: A Bad Boy Sports Romance and Jensen: A Bad Boy Military Romance. The title novel ends at approximately 35% of the book. 

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Take Me. Teach Me. Train Me. Please, Boss.

I’m filthy rich and used to getting everything I want: 
A yacht, jet skis, a private plane and plenty of f*cking women.
But my one rule is never to mix work and pleasure.
An office fling isn’t worth losing my lucrative law firm.

Now I have a spunky young secretary named Ruby. 
I also have a dilemma.
Because I want Ruby in a way I’ve never wanted anyone.
My c*ck is as ready as my mind is hesitant.
I’m her much older boss— old enough to know better.

I can tell by the way Ruby looks at me:
I make her knees weak and her panties wet.
She thinks she wants me. For her very first time.
But she doesn’t know what it is she’s asking for.

I don’t just want her on my desk, on my floor, on my lap.
I want her tied up and begging me to do whatever I want with her.
Taming her will be quite a challenge.
Ruby’s no pushover. She has a mind of her own. 
I’m beginning to suspect she also has some dark secrets.
Her own past, mixed with my present desires, could get us both into a lot of trouble. 

Tying her up could take me down. 
But I don’t let anyone’s rules f*cking stop me from getting what I want. Not even my own.

*Please, Boss is a standalone dirty office romance with no cliffhanger and no cheating. It features a dominant billionaire alpha male and a feisty BBW who earn their happily ever after. For a limited time this edition comes with two bonus books: Harlow: A Military Bad Boy Romance and Larson: An Outlaw MC Bad Boy Romance. The title book ends at approximately 35% of your eReader. Only 99 cents for a very limited time!

Juliana Conners is an Amazon bestselling author who writes sizzling hot romance about bad boys with filthy mouths and even dirtier thoughts, and the feisty ladies who win not only their rock hard, tattooed bodies but also their hearts. She is the only female human living in a house she shares with her bad boy techie husband and their two usually good little boys. They do live with a female cat and a female dog to even out the score! She enjoys weather as warm, food as spicy and coffee as hot as she likes her romance. She aims to write stories that will captivate your mind, warm your heart and fulfil your fantasies.
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INFLICT by Bethany-Kris Blurb Reveal Blitz & Rafflecopter giveaway


by Bethany-Kris
Publication Date: April 3, 2017
Genres: Adult, Erotic, Romantic Suspense, Organized Crime


As the son of an Irish mobster, Connor O’Neil spent his boyhood hiding from the horrors of his own home. His one reprieve was a girl he knew only as Evelyn, but even she was taken away. As a man, Connor is determined to stay away from his father’s business. With Sean, participation is not a request, but a demand. The truth is, Connor might be more like the evil he’s trying to hide away from than he would like to admit.

And he’s already spent years trying to cover the scars left over from the pain.

A chance encounter puts the lost girl from his past back on his path, and he no longer has a choice but to face the darkness he’s been ignoring for years.

Evelyn. Sasha. Slave.

She doesn’t really know who she is anymore.

Or maybe she does, and she doesn’t want to tell.

She isn’t the same as she once was—now a thing to be kept and maintained, shuffled from owner to owner until it was her time to go. She only became Connor’s because he took her when he knew she wasn’t his to take.

Except she isn’t Connor’s at all …

And he can’t keep her hidden forever.

~Inflict is a Standalone Romance with graphic depictions of violence, sexual scenes, dark elements and a HEA. It is not recommended for those under the age of 18.



“It’s art, the same thing you have all over the house, except on canvas.”

“Where it belongs,” Connor said exasperated. “Children draw on the walls, Evelyn.”

What bit of anger was in her expression melted away, leaving a deep hurt in its place. A part of Connor regretted what he’d said almost instantly, but the other part of him knew it was true.

He understood that it was the same way for Evelyn, too. A large part of her was all woman—adult, grown, and a wee bit insane. But there was still a part of her that was a wee child, stuck in a time before all the terrible things had happened to her.

“That was uncalled for,” she said.

Connor scowled. “Drawing on the walls is uncalled for.”

“You’re just parroting things back to me.”

“Because I’m the one making sense, lass!”

Evelyn’s green eyes rolled upwards. “Whatever, I’m finishing the feather, and it’s staying. It’s not like it’s fucking ugly or something.”

Connor eyed the feather, silently agreeing. It was a beautiful image, even if the majority of it was only the barebones of the drawing. Mostly blacklines forming what would be before all the color was added in. She had added some color toward the top, gentle strokes of metallic color that melted with other colors, and shimmered under the kitchen pot lights. He was sure once the light came in from the morning through the windows, the color would sparkle even more.

It was amazing.

He wouldn’t deny that.

But on his kitchen wall?

Surely they had better things to be doing and talking about other than drawing on walls?

“You can keep the feather,” Connor said heavily.

It pained him to do so.

“You didn’t have a choice.”


“But,” he added, “no more on the walls.”

Her head turned, showing off her beautiful profile as her lips pursed. “The ceilings are okay, then. I get it.”

Connor had the strangest urge to smack himself in the face. “No.”

“We’ll see.”


“You’re no fun,” she said rather grumpily, tossing her package of markers to the nearby table. Shooting him with another one of her glares, she headed towards the sink, grabbing a glass from the cabinet as she passed. “I thought you would like it.”

Connor didn’t know how to respond to that. “I do.”

“Then why be an ass about it?”

He chose to stay silent and think about his words as she poured a glass of water, and drank it down in her own silence. He walked forward, stopping at the kitchen island just as she set her now empty glass into the sink.

“I will buy you whatever size canvas you want,” Connor said.

“And then you’ll hang them on the walls that I could have just drawn on anyway,” she deadpanned. “Don’t you see how that’s a little ridiculous?”

“No, what’s ridiculous is you drawing on the walls.”



“It’s pretty,” she whined, waving at it.

“It is—it’s great. You should let me copy it over and tattoo it up your hip and side. It’d look grand, love. It’ll even match the wings on your back. But not on the walls.”

Evelyn frowned. “I thought you would like it.”

“I said I do.”

“Not enough.”

All right.

Now this was getting rather dumb.

Connor was all for indulging Evelyn at times, even some of her more … eccentric moods, when they came on. Which he was learning could be at any point, as she’d spent so much time being forced to do the bidding of a man. This was too far.

“Don’t go acting like a right wagon about all of this,” Connor said, turning to walk out of the kitchen and go find something else to do. “I’m not asking for something feckin’ crazy here just that you don’t draw on my goddamn walls, Evelyn.”

“What does that even mean?”

Connor, more exasperated than he was willing to admit, didn’t bother to turn around as he asked, “What?”

“Wagon. What does that even mean?”

If there was a God above, He was laughing at Connor. Laughing at his foolish arse.

The Irish had a terrible way of taking the English language and mutilating it for their own benefit, however they saw fit. Sometimes shite didn’t make sense, not that it had to outside of the person using it or the person being insulted, but none of that mattered in the grand scheme of things. It was not as simple as saying the phrase meant one thing, when in fact, it could mean a lot of things.

This happened to be one of those times, but he figured it was self-explanatory.

Evelyn had enough Irish in her to look the part, with her green eyes, pale skin, reddish-blonde curls, and freckles every which way he looked. The sad thing was, life had practically stripped her of the nuances and culture, which was a feckin’ shame.

“Means you’re being trite, grumpy, or bitchy—take your pick. Whichever one fits, Evelyn.”

Connor only heard the clang of metal in just enough time to turn around and watch something fly at his feckin’ head. Sweet Jesus, she had one hell of an aim on her. He ducked, and the frying pan practically skimmed the top of his hair before it crashed into the floor just outside of the kitchen.

It took him all of three seconds to stare at Evelyn, check behind him where the frying pan was now laying, and then back at the crazy woman standing behind the island to realize what had even just happened. As shocked as he was, he was also pissed, and amused.

All five feet, four inches of Evelyn stared him down from across the kitchen like she was daring him to say something or move an inch. He swore he saw her hand twitch, too, like she was considering reaching for another one of the hanging pans to whip at him.

No, the wee thing didn’t sound Irish at all. She didn’t understand him sometimes, and he got a chuckle out of it more often than not. She was a wee bit insane—he sort of liked that, too. But standing there like she was, pink-cheeked, huffing, and ready to whip his arse even if she had to use a frying pan to do it, she was every inch an Irish lass.

Every feckin’ inch.

It turned him on like nothing ever had.

He wasn’t even sure how to deal with that.

A smart man—a frightened man—would have turned tail, and run from the angry woman in his kitchen, knowing he’d pushed her too far and he wasn’t going to get anything good from her tonight. Connor was apparently neither of those things, and he was going to blame that on his damn heritage, too.

A stubborn bastard, of course.

“Did you just throw a pan at me?” Connor asked.

Evelyn spluttered in her anger before spitting out, “You called me a child and bitchy.”

“I said ‘pick one.’”

“And I picked one. A pan, I mean.”

“You could have killed me.”

“Probably not. I think your skull is too thick for that.”

“Now you’re just trying to piss me off,” Connor said, his jaw clenching.

“Is it working?”

“Throw another pan at me, lass, and I’ll paddle your arse until its good and red, and you’re begging to be allowed to apologize.”

That was his one warning.

He’d given it.

She could make of it what she wanted.

Evelyn’s gaze narrowed. “Is that a promise?”

“Don’t do it again, Evelyn.”

And now his feckin’ cock was hard, so feck this whole goddamn day right to hell. Figuring his warning was enough, Connor headed out of the kitchen without a look back. A cold shower was in his very near future to get his lust under control.

He hadn’t even gotten out of the entryway before she threw the second pan.

God save me, he thought.

Connor turned back around.

Evelyn’s eyes widened, her mouth falling open with an audible pop as Connor stalked toward her. “Wait—wait, what are you doing?”

“Oh, you know damn well what I am going to do, lass.”


Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to three young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.

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Vampires of London, Books #1-3 by Lorelei Moone Release Blitz & Rafflecopter giveaway

Vampires of London: Books #1-3,

A Steamy & Suspenseful Vampire Romance Collection

by Lorelei Moone
Vampires of London #1-3
Publication Date: March 10, 2017
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires



Sink your fangs into Books 1-3 of the Vampires of London series in one handy bundle. This Vampire Romance collection includes: Alexander’s Blood Bride, Michael’s Soul Mate and Lucille’s Valentine.Alexander’s Blood Bride
When Cat ends up at a Halloween party hosted by the mysteriously handsome and super rich Alexander Broderick, the last thing she expects is to become the object of his desire. Although she gets spooked and runs, she doesn’t yet understand the extent of his dangerous secret: Alexander, and a number of his guests, are vampires. And Cat’s blood is unlike anything they’ve smelled before…Michael’s Soul Mate
Playboy Michael has never wanted to settle down. When he finds a severely injured woman lying in the street, his instincts insist he save her. He turns her into a vampire and takes her home, not realizing that this little random encounter is going to change his immortal life forever.

Lucille’s Valentine
Marek the Soul Eater has escaped and it’s Lucille’s job as Enforcer to return him to the Council. She’s not a team player usually, but when she finds Vampire Hunter Valentino Conti also on Marek’s trail, she decides to join forces. The longer they work together, the more their connection grows. What if the truth comes out? What if Valentino realizes Lucille is the very thing he’s been hunting all his life?



Lorelei Moone is an up-and-coming author of paranormal romance based in London. A lover of all things sweet, and caffeinated, when she’s not writing about sexy bear shifters and their strong-willed curvaceous love interests, Lorelei can be found baking cookies or cakes for her family.

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