2013 Naughty and Nice Book Awards….Nominations Now Open

Best books 2013

Well, we are getting ready to close out a fabulous year, which means remembering all the wonderful (and some questionable) books we have read this year and selecting those nearest and dearest to our heart.  We are so greatful for the support we have received from some fabulous authors and it has been our honor to have them join us on our journey during our first year.  Thank you!!!!

From now until December 20th, we are accepting nominations for the following awards.  Nominations will be compiled and Nominees will be announced December 20th.  Voting will be open until January 15th.  Winners will be announced January 20th.  All books and authors nominated MUST have a book that was released in 2013 only.  Nominations can be sent to moocow1341@aol.com.  Please put in subject line “2013 Book Awards”.  Thank you and we look forward to your nominations!

1.  Author of the Year

2. Best Co-Author Duo of the Year (December 2nd)

3.  Series of the Year – Multiple Author (December 3rd)

4.  Series of the Year – Single Author (December 4th)

5.  Book of the Year – M/F (December 5th)

6.  Book of the Year – Menage (December 6th)

7.  Book of the Year – Paranormal (December 7th)

8.  Hottest Fictional Characters of the Year (December 8th)

9.  Best Sex Scene of the Year (December 9th)

10.  Best Alpha Male Moment of the Year (December 10th)

11.  Best O.M.G. Moment of the Year (December 11th)

12.  Best Side-Kick of the Year (Male or Female, must be a secondary character) (December 12th)

13.  Best E-Publisher of the Year (December 13th)

14.  Best Break-Oout Author of the Year (December 14th)

Happy Release Day Tara Rose. Protected by Two Jaguars is Available NOW!

Tara Rose is one of our favorite guests and she has joined us again today to share her latest release Protect by Two Jaguars.  To celebrate, we are giving away one e-copy to one lucky commenter today who can tell us how they spent their Thanksgiving yesterday.  Good luck!

me-tr-tal-protectedbytwojaguars3131118_0237 Blurb:

When jaguar shifter Valerie Bellecote witnesses her father and uncle murder a woman for taking a leopard for a mate, she runs away. She’s given shelter in Jargonian village, and is smitten with brothers Micah and Stephen Jargonian. But Valerie’s sense of safety is shattered when her father finds her and tries to kill her.

Doms and jaguar shifters Micah and Stephen Jargonian are looking for a special mate to share them, not only as their wife but as their submissive. They believe they have found her in Valerie, but first they have to save her life.

After Abby, the woman who gave Valerie shelter in her home, is killed by Valerie’s father, Micah and Stephen embark on a mission to trap him and block the magic he is using to evade capture by the jaguars. Can they stop him in time, or will they lose the only woman they have ever loved?


Valerie closed her eyes and smiled into the darkness. Stephen and Micah were Drake and Emme’s two youngest sons, and Valerie had had a major crush on both since she’d first laid eyes on them. Stephen was eight years older than her and Micah was nine, but neither man was mated. They lived a mysterious but intriguing lifestyle that Valerie would love to explore further, if only she could get past her shyness to do so.

Then again, Abby didn’t make it easy for her to do that. She didn’t approve of the BDSM lifestyle that the Jargonians and a great many residents of the village lived, so she had tried to keep Valerie from going to the Jargonian’s house as much as possible. Valerie was constantly caught between her unrelenting curiosity and lust for the brothers, and her sense of duty to Abby who had given her a home and now treated her like a cherished daughter.

“Valerie, are you asleep again?”

Abby’s whisper sounded so hopeful, Valerie didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth, so she kept silent. The woman leaned over and kissed her hair softly, and then she left the room. Valerie waited until she’d heard the door to Abby’s bedroom close, and then she adjusted her comforter and curled up on her side, the way she preferred to sleep.

She let her thoughts turn toward Stephen and Micah. Each time she went to the house, the two didn’t miss the opportunity to either draw her into the conversation they were having, or offer to answer her questions about their lifestyle if she brought it up. And she almost always found a way to bring it up.

They’d never made her feel as if she were an intruder in this village, or in their home. And although she was much younger than them, they didn’t treat her like a schoolgirl, or as though she had no intelligence. They asked her questions about her village, and seemed to know exactly how far to go, watching carefully for signs she was uncomfortable talking about home or about why she’d run away that day.

There was no way they could know, of course, that the murderer was her father, and each time they backed off on the questions or changed the subject, the guilt she felt at not telling anyone the entire truth was all mixed up with their concern for her, and their instinct in knowing how far to go.

Were they like that as Doms, too? Did they know exactly how far to push a sub? Valerie squirmed as she imagined being tied to a spanking bench or a St. Andrew’s cross in their dungeon, and having both Stephen and Micah flog her. Would that ever happen? Would they even want to play with her, or were they only being nice because of what she’d been through?

A sound outside caught her attention, but she was afraid to get out of bed again and look out the window. Had what she’d seen truly been a dream, or had her father found her and was watching the house, waiting for his chance? Should she tell someone that she’d seen him three separate times in the past two weeks? No. They’d say she’d imagined it. They’d tell her that there was no way a jaguar shifter could enter this village undetected.

But each time she’d seen him had been after the dream had woken her, and each time she’d seen him at night. When she’d walked away from the window and returned a few minutes later, she could no longer see him. If anyone had told her that same scenario, she’d have believed it was a dream or the result of an overactive imagination. So why then would anyone think otherwise hearing this story from her lips?

She’d been here three months. Why would he come now? And how would he have found her? And if he had, why hadn’t he simply marched up to Drake Jargonian’s house on Overlook Drive and demanded that his daughter be allowed to return home? The jaguars here had no quarrel with him. Her father may be a murderer, but he wasn’t mixed up in the League of Exitium.

She was of age now, but that didn’t mean the same thing in her world as it did in the human world. The Jargonians, who were the law and order in this village, might very well tell her that she was still her father’s property, no matter her age, since she was unmated. That was the law in her village, and Valerie had no reason to believe it wasn’t the same here.

But she knew she couldn’t return home. She simply couldn’t. And even if she told Drake and Emme about the things her father and uncle had done, they might not believe her. Valerie had heard rumors in this village that there were shapeshifters who didn’t believe in mixing the species, but she’d never heard tales of jaguars murdering one of their own because they’d taken another cat as a mate. Her father, her uncle, and their “business associates,” as both referred to the men, had been doing that for so long that Valerie found it difficult to recall a time in her life when that hadn’t been her day-to-day reality.

But did the jaguars in this village have any real power or authority over the men in her village? The jaguars here had no issues with the species mixing, but their main focus was ridding the shapeshifter world of the League, not interfering in the day-to-day life in obscure villages around the country. She might be inviting trouble to the very people who had given her food and shelter, no questions asked.

Just because they’d taken her in didn’t mean they had any interest in stopping what went on in her village. They might not agree with it, but if they wanted to stop it, surely they would be fighting that cause as well. Valerie had one other idea, but she didn’t like it. She could run again, but where would she go?

She rolled over and tried to clear her head so that she could sleep, but scenes from her childhood played over in her mind. No matter what happened, she knew she couldn’t return home. If he had found her, she’d have to run again. She had no other choice.


 Stephen held up the silk. “We’re going to blindfold you, Valerie. You won’t be alone, and we’ll tell you what’s going on. But some subs find this helps them relax more into the moment.”

“All right. Thank you, Sir.”

She couldn’t see a thing through the blindfold, including what little light was inside the dungeon, but she didn’t mind that as much as she’d thought she would. She took a deep breath and caught the scent of their combined colognes, the smell of the snow on their boots, and the odors of vanilla and leather in the room. She hadn’t noticed any of those before. The music filled her head and made her a bit woozy. This had been a great idea. Stephen and Micah had obviously done this before.

“Better already,” said Micah. “Her aura is entirely different now.”

“I had a feeling it would work.” Stephen brushed a finger along her left breast, and Valerie groaned. “You will have three safewords from now on, Valerie. ‘Green’ for go, just like on a traffic light. It means you like what we’re doing and you want us to keep going or up the intensity. You will use ‘yellow’ for anything that makes you afraid, or if you need something adjusted like a limb. Also use that one if you need water or a bathroom break. ‘Red’ stops the scene immediately, no questions asked. Do you understand these words and their uses?”

Even his voice quality had changed, or perhaps she hadn’t heard the subtle tones before he’d blindfolded her? It almost lulled her to sleep. Valerie felt completely safe and secure. She was totally under his and Micah’s protection now. “Yes, Sir. I understand.” Her voice sounded breathy and far away, as though she was in a tunnel or underwater.

“Good girl.” He took her hand. “Take small steps. We won’t let you fall.” She had no idea where in the dungeon they were. It wasn’t that big, but she also hadn’t studied the layout the few times she’d been here before, so she had no points of orientation as they walked. “I’m sitting, Valerie, and Micah is going to help you drape yourself over my knee.”

She sighed out loud as the image of that floated up. Her breathing grew rapid and her pulse began to race. This was really happening. She was positioned over Stephen’s right thigh, and she could feel his muscles tense through the fabric of his pants. Hands caressed her ass cheeks, teasing, and she began to moan and squirm against him because the lust was overwhelming. One of them clasped her wrists and gently brought her arms behind her back. She felt leather cuffs wrap around each wrist and heard them clip together.

“What color are you, Valerie?” asked Micah, his voice soft yet full of command.

“Green, Sir.”

“Good girl. We’re so proud of you. Remember your safewords. Are you ready for your spanking?”

Oh stars… “Yes, Sir. I’m ready.” Was she? Too late now. This was it.

Four hard smacks were delivered to each ass cheek in quick succession, and Valerie cried out in surprise. It really fucking hurt, but the stinging also sent shock waves of desire straight to her soaked pussy and throbbing clit. Hands caressed her again, and she could actually hear them each breathing, harder now than before. Even their touch was different, but she wasn’t sure whose hand was where, and that made it more exciting.

Her arousal spiraled to crazy heights as the man she assumed was Stephen delivered six blows to each ass cheek this time. Valerie moaned and writhed against his leg, but her mobility was limited because of the cuffs around her wrists. Her ass cheeks were on fire already, but at the same time, she didn’t want him to stop.

When hands caressed her again, this time they also brushed across her asshole and her wet slit. She whimpered with the need to come, but she had a sneaking suspicion it would be a long time before they let her do that.

“What do you think?” asked Stephen. “Has she had enough from me for her first time?”

“I don’t know. Maybe a round or two with this, and then I’ll take my turn.”

“Oh stars,” she whispered. How could she take more, and then the same from Micah, and still walk later?

“Excuse me?” Micah’s voice was hard, and it sent shivers down her spine. “Was that a safeword, Valerie?”

“No, Sir.”

“All right. Just checking.”

The next sensation felt like a leather strap or perhaps a soft paddle. Whatever it was, it stung like fucking crazy. He struck her ten times in a row with it, and Valerie wasn’t sure she could hold on. But when he finished, her nipples tingled and she knew all she’d have to do was flex her Kegel muscles and she’d come. She’d never been so damn turned on in her life, and she craved more.

“I am so proud of you.” Stephen’s voice was filled with awe, and as he slipped two fingers into her wet pussy, tiny contractions coursed through her body. There was no way to stop them.

“Sir…I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop it.”

Stephen chuckled, and pulled his fingers out. He reached under and brushed them over her clit as the orgasm continued to tease her, not quite there, but definitely noticeable. “It’s all right. I love that your first real spanking made you that aroused. But it’s not over yet, Valerie. You know that, right?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

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Happy Release Day Tonya Ramagos! Caught in the Middle is Available NOW!!!

We are so happy to have Tonya Ramagos with us today!  To celebrate, we are giving away an e-copy of Caught In The Middle to one lucky commenter who tells us what their favorite part of Thanksgiving is.



One look at Dr. Owen Banks and EMT Terri “the fling queen” Vega started thinking relationship. But Owen played the “friends” card. Terri rolled with it, certain things would change. Then she met Arson Prosecutor Gage Britt and a new flame ignited. Now she’s caught in the middle and must choose between them or return to a no-strings-attached sex life. But could there be another option?

Gage stole Owen’s woman once. Owen won’t let it happen again, even if it means going to blows with an ex-friend. But when Terri falls victim to a new predator in the city, he might need Gage’s help to save her.

Women come and go, but true friendships last forever. At least that’s what Gage believes. He let a woman come between him and Owen once and it’s happening again. Gage refuses to walk away from Terri, but there may be a solution that will let all of the follow their hearts.


“Yes. I did. I don’t suppose you want to tell me how long the two of you have known.”

“That you’ve been datin’ both of us?” Gage asked. “We didn’t figure that out until we caught the look on your face when you saw us together at the bar last night.”

Terri narrowed her eyes. “And the two of you met at the bar last night?”

“No,” Owen answered. “We’ve known each other for years.”

Gage hooked his thumbs in his pockets and rocked back on the heels of his boots. “Do you remember the time I told you about how I broke the coveted man law?”

Terri’s jaw dropped and she could tell by the guilt that swam into Gage’s eyes that he knew she remembered. He’d told her about how he’d started dating his best friend’s ex-fiancé and how the act had torn him and that best friend apart.

“Owen was the friend I betrayed.”

“Oh, God.” Terri covered her mouth with her hand. “And he thought…” She shifted her attention to Owen. “You thought…”

“That history was repeating itself,” Owen finished for her.

“So you decked him!” Terri couldn’t believe it. She never would’ve expected him, or Gage, for that matter, to act like a couple of testosterone-overloaded sixteen year olds. “Owen, you had no right. Yes, I’ve been going out with both of you. No, I didn’t tell either of you about the other one. I’m not in a committed relationship with you”—she pointed a finger at Owen and then turned it on Gage—“or you.” She pointed at Owen again. “And you said you didn’t want anything serious between us in the first place.”

“I changed my mind.” Owen said it so simply and calmly Terri couldn’t do anything more than blink at him for several heartbeats.

“You changed your mind,” she finally repeated. “Dare I ask exactly when this happened? Because it better have not been last night when you realized I’ve been seeing Gage, too.”

“Of course not.” Owen raked a hand through his dark hair. “It happened months ago. I haven’t had a serious relationship with a woman since Sage. I’ve been afraid to let a woman into my heart again. I’ve dated women, some of them exclusively for a while, but I never let them get too close. That didn’t work with you.”

Terri stared at him. Christ, what was he saying? Months ago, before she’d met Gage, she’d wanted nothing more than to explore a relationship with Owen, but now…

“Wrong or not, I’ve already made it clear to him I’m not backin’ off.” Gage’s declaration drew Terri’s attention back to him. “I’m nuts about you, and there’s not an ounce of guilt inside me for that. I’ll walk away, but only if you tell me to.”

“You want me to tell you to leave me alone?” She couldn’t do it. She hadn’t known Gage as long as Owen, but she couldn’t imagine going through everyday knowing she would never see his handsome face, never kiss his amazing lips, and never feel his strong arms wrapped around her again.

“It’s not what I want, but it’s the only way I’ll go.”

Heart pounding, Terri shifted her gaze to Owen. “And you?”

“I’m not backing off unless that’s what you want.”

Dear God, help me.

Terri’d had her share of men and she’d enjoyed most of them immensely. She hadn’t slept with every man she’d gone out with, far from it, but, when she had decided to have sex with one, it had been the no-strings kind of fun. Owen and Gage were different than all the others. That’s why she’d never allowed herself to sleep with either of them. She’d wanted more, she’d wanted a relationship, and she hadn’t been willing to jeopardize what she had going with either of them for a quick roll between the sheets. She felt different things when she was with them that she’d never felt with any man. Both of them had awakened things inside her in their own ways that no other man had ever touched. How could she choose between the two best men she’d ever met?

“And what if I don’t tell either of you to leave?” she dared to ask. “What happens then?”

The men exchanged wordless glances and they both shrugged, but it was Gage who answered.

“Then nothing changes for now.”

“We both keep dating you until you decide,” Owen chimed in.

“Until I chose between you.” Terri covered her forehead with her hand, feeling the mother of all headaches coming on. She closed her eyes and willed her world to stop spinning. She felt dizzy, lightheaded with the prospect of losing them both. She knew that would be the inevitable conclusion if she strung them along. They’d get tired of it. They’d insist she make a decision and she simply couldn’t do it. Not now. Not ever.

“I can’t handle this right now.” She dropped her hand and opened her eyes. “I can’t do…” What you’re asking me to do. She looked at both of them in turn as she shook her head. “I need to think.” She’d tossed her purse in the artsy swivel chair by the front door when she’d come in from her shift. She walked around Owen and Gage and snatched it up, throwing the strap over her shoulder even as she dug inside it for her car keys.

“Where are you goin’, darlin’?” Gage reached for her, but she stepped away.

“Out. Away. I don’t know.” She pulled open the front door, paused, and looked back at them over her shoulder. “While we’re getting all this honesty shit out on the table, I should probably tell you guys I’m pregnant.”


She folded her legs on the bed and rose to her knees as she wound her arms around his broad shoulders and angled her head to let him deepen the kiss. She felt the bed shift and moaned into Gage’s mouth as Owen danced his fingers up her nape. Owen’s lips cascaded wet trails along her shoulders and neck as Gage continued to kiss her.

Her mind struggled to make sense of the sensations coursing through her. Part of her wanted to concentrate on kissing Gage while the other part wanted to focus on the tender way Owen’s lips were moving over her flesh. Unable to divide her attention, her body settled into a commotion of heady needs and sheer ecstasy.

Gage’s hand on her chin slid to cup her cheek as he broke the kiss, nipped her bottom lip, and then pulled back. “Lay down with Owen. I’ll be right back.”

Breathless and dazed, Terri watched him as he stepped back and turned toward Owen’s dresser. He’d insisted they stop at the twenty-four-hour pharmacy on their way here from the hospital and, as he pulled a tube of lubrication from the bag, she understood why.

Shaking with apprehension and anticipation, she turned on the bed and found Owen stretched out on his back waiting for her. Desire shimmered warmly through her veins and her pussy tingled as her gaze slid down his naked flesh and locked onto his erect cock. It stood at full attention, a hard rod seemingly waiting for her to impale herself.

“When did you get undressed?” she asked dumbly. The last time she’d really looked at him, his pants and boxer-briefs had been around his knees and he’d still been wearing his shirt, socks, and shoes.

“I had to do something while you were watching him.” He held out his arms and she walked on her knees, straddling his legs as his hands came to rest on her hips. “I’m okay with you taking time to enjoy seeing him get naked, but it’s not a sight that gets me off.”

Terri laughed, albeit breathlessly. “I guess I don’t have to worry about the two of you dividing your attention between me and one another.”

“Trust me, darlin’. All our attention is focused on you.”

She registered the dip at the foot of the mattress as Gage returned to the bed, but Owen picked that moment to use his hold on her hips to ease her down onto his cock. She sighed as her channel stretched to accommodate the width of his dick. She was wet, almost dripping with juices. Still, she felt every glorious inch of his shaft rub along the walls of her channel.

“Damn,” Owen breathed as his eyes slowly closed and an expression of intense concentration overtook his handsome face. “Maybe that wasn’t such a good idea just yet.”

“Oh?” Terri leaned forward, resting her upper body on her hands on either side of Owen as she lifted her pussy off his cock and gradually lowered herself onto it again. It was pleasure and torture of the sweetest kind. “Why is that?”

“I’m still too close to coming,” Owen said through gritted teeth. “That’s what I get for letting you put that wicked mouth of yours on me before I got to be inside you.”

Terri settled her pussy on his cock and gyrated her hips, grinding him deeply inside her and drawing a throaty-sounding groan from his lips. “You can’t come yet. Your partner isn’t ready.”

Owen’s eyes opened and warning flashed through their deep brown depths as his hands tightened more firmly on her hips, stopping her movement. “You keep that up and we’re going to leave him behind.”

Terri giggled and tossed a look over her shoulder at Gage. “Do you hear that? He’s already throwing your teamwork out the window.”

A sexy-as-hell grin spread his lips and his gaze fell from hers to her ass. “If he could see what I’m lookin’ at, he’d be in even bigger trouble. Damn, darlin’, you’re gorgeous this way.” He slid a hand up the back of her thigh and over her butt cheek, his fingers kneading as he pulled her cheeks apart. Two fingers of his other hand slipped between her cheeks and she sucked in a breath at the cool contrast of the lube as it made contact with her heated flesh.

Her gaze slammed back into Owen’s as Gage slowly pushed a well-lubed finger inside her anus, paused, wiggled, and delved a little deeper. She bowed her head as the burn of her tight muscles stretching morphed to a bitter-sweet pain.

“Breathe, darlin’,” Gage instructed as he pulled the finger back and added a second, easing both inside her ass in a twisting motion that urged her muscles to spread wider.

Terri struggled to breathe, forcing herself to relax as he manipulated his way deeper inside her. “Oh, God. Please, Gage.”

Owen buried a hand in the side of her hair, gently fisted the strands, and tugged her head up. She opened her eyes and stared down at him. “What do you want, sweetheart?”

“I want…oh, yes!” She couldn’t complete the thought as Gage worked the fingers inside her ass in and out, fucking her with the digits in an increasing rhythm that had pressure building deep in her cunt.

“Are you ready to feel my cock inside you?” Gage wiggled the fingers, pulled them back, and pistoned them inside once more.

“Yes!” Dear God, she felt crazy with need, on the brink of a precipice of his creation made unstable by the sensation of Owen’s cock buried deep in her pussy. “I want to feel both of you inside me. Fuck my ass, Gage. I need you now. Please.”

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Happy Release Day Honor James! Under Her Spell is Available NOW!

We are honored to have Honor James with us today!  To celebrate we are gifting one e-copy to one random commenter who can tell us their favorite Thanksgiving Day food.  Happy Thanksgiving!


After living for so very long, the men became disillusioned with life. When Melisande D’Acre walks into their Manor the men all come alert and ready to kill.

Wearing the face of the woman that cursed them all, every single man there wants to kill her, every man except two that want instead to tear her clothes free and find out what exactly was under the facade of the hard ass that faced off against thirty-two very pissed off highlanders.

Twin sister to the evil witch that cursed thirty-two highlanders so very long ago, Melisande does all in her power, including tying her life force to a spell she created to ensure that the men would somehow find their freedom via a small loophole in the original spell. Little did she know that she would be the first woman to walk into the Manor to set the ball rolling.


“Cassandra was so very certain that you would never be able to break the curse because no one woman would ever want to be with two men such as the Warriors that you are. In our time especially that would not have flown over well.” She sighed and turned to face hunk number one again. “I can see why she was so taken with all of you.” She felt her fingers itching to touch him, dammit. Not good. At all. “However what I did was ensured that in time a woman would be born that would not only be able to break the curse for you a pair at a time, but would ensure that you three were happy for the rest of time, if that was your choice. Immortality is something that we as Witches enjoy, however as Highland Warriors you may not., she murmured. “But I had to choose and in that I’ve chosen to give the trios the choice. Forever or only what is left of a small human lifespan.”

“This choice ye speak of,” Colton said, leaning his shoulder to the wall, “How is it to be made? Are there some words we must speak or some task that needs to be done? Is it even up to us or to the mystical woman ye say may pick us as pairs?” Hearing Markus’s snort he looked to him. “His skepticism is just, m’lady, not many even in a time as liberal as this would be willing to live and be with two men. Some would never want to live in sin like that and others may find it daunting.”

“The moment that you touch her you will know,” Mel told him. “You won’t know who the partner is until he touches her as well but the second that you touch her…” She licked her lip. “You will start to feel a burn, an ache. A small band will form on each of your left ring fingers when you consummate the act. Even if you don’t recall the act, due to being drunk or whatever, you will all know that the bond has formed and you won’t rest easy until you have completed the trio. She won’t care. The woman. All she will know is that she loves you and the love will come quickly. It will start the moment that you meet, the feelings, and build from there. It will only grow from there.”

Turning, she faced both men. “You will feel your mouths go dry, and then water. You will look at her and simply know that you have to have her. You will feel the need to protect her, you will want to woo her. And as for her.” She shrugged her shoulder slightly. “She will ache. She will begin to burn. She will know that there is no one else she would rather spend time with. She will do anything to make you happy and you will her. It won’t matter, at all, to her what society thinks because the love that the trio will share will eclipse everything.”

“For the straight men in the room,” Markus said putting up his hand, “What exactly do ye mean by completing the trio? ‘Cause I have to tell ye, I am not at all comfortable with what ye’re words imply, lass, not in the least. So please, clarify that point would ye?”

Mel looked at him and shook her head, “Not like that, you bloody arse,” she muttered. “I mean when one of you fills her from both holes and cum inside of her. The three of you all climaxing at the same moment, the same breath of time. Your hearts, in that moment, will stop and when they begin to beat again it will be at the same rhythm. It will be magical.” Because she had ensured it would happen. “There might be ups and downs, some of you might fight it but it will always end with the curse being broken.” Either that or Mel would die. She had literally placed her soul, her life on the line to save these men.

“Ye’re not telling us something,” Colton said, moving closer to look down in her eyes. Staring at her for a long moment, he narrowed his own. “What aren’t ye telling us m’lady? And if ye would, speak the full truth now.”

“If all of the Tri’s aren’t found before a certain time has expired I will die.” She didn’t even sugarcoat her words. “It was worth it though. Cassandra had no right to do to you what she did. If even one pair of you are able to find your happiness and forever after with a woman that can love both of you equally then my life is well spent.” She was a White Witch and a protector of Earth, Moon and Man so she would do it again if she had to simply because what was done to them wasn’t right. Even if it felt incredibly personal to her, she knew she would do it again.

“Yer blood,” Colton murmured. “That’s why ye’ll die isn’t it? Because ye used yer own blood to solidify the spell ye made. Bluidy hell woman,” he snapped out at her. “Are ye daft? Who the hell does something tha’ asinine? Bluidy playin’ the cards fate hands ye is bad enough but this.” He spun away and paced the room before coming back to stand before her. “Why?”

“Because no one deserves what she heaped upon your heads. No one. I did it because it was right,” she murmured and moved back away from the men slightly. “Since you all know exactly who was on that field and was cursed will you simply pass along to them that there will come an end to their suffering? That one day a woman will walk into their lives and be the one for them. The Trios will form, all of them, they have to.” She had already begun to feel the Trios’ women starting to wake and find their way towards the men. She just hoped they all were able to complete within the small time she had left.


Turning her around slightly, Colton sliced through the stays and the gown began to droop. Gripping the shoulders he pushed it off of her arms and then lifted her from the pile. Growling, he shot her a look. “How many layers do ye have underneath?” he asked, his tone exasperated as he cut through more ties.

“You remember these times as well as I do, Colton, just slice through the bloody damn shift and then you will have my skin.” Because as it was she was ready to burn the fucking thing off of herself with a small spell. Looking over her shoulder at him she cocked an eyebrow. “Come on, Colton, please,” she whispered, begged.

“Fuck it.” He tossed the blade onto the dresser and, gripping the shift in his hands, tore it. Sucking in a breath, Colton stroked a light finger down her spine. “Ye stayed true to the time period and didn’t wear a modern bra. Thank God, bluidy evil contraptions made to make a man lose his mind.”

“Hate bras, hated bloomers too. Love the garters and silk hose though, I still wear them as you will see.” Even if she didn’t wear panties. She leaned back so that she could feel more of him. “Gods, Colton you are killing me. Touch me. Please,” she practically begged.

Stroking his hand up her side lightly and moved his hand around to cup her breast. Pressing a kiss to her cheek, he breathed her in slowly. “Ye’re so bluidy soft,” he breathed against her cheek. Stroking his other hand over her belly and down between her legs to cup her pussy, his finger pressed to her clitoris.

Spreading her legs wider for his invasion she whimpered, “And you are so rough, so hard.” Her hands moved behind her and found his jutting cock. Her fingers moved to circle him and began to move up and down. “I need you.” She whispered the honest truth.

Scraping his teeth over her throat he pressed his lips to her ear. “On the bed, now,” he told her. Stepping out of her reach he got rid of his kilt and shrugged off his shirt. Shutting the door he turned to look on her. “Now, Melisande, I’m not a patient man by any means.”

She moved to the bed and lay back on it, her thighs parted and her gaze looking down her body at him. “That’s good because I’m not a patient woman.” They both were liars on that part and they knew it. Each of them had learned the hard lesson of how patience was a virtue they both needed to learn and embrace.

Moving to the end of the bed he wrapped his hands around her ankles and tugged her until her ass was on the edge. Smiling slightly, Colton dropped to his knees, put her legs over his shoulders and, spreading her slick folds apart put his mouth to her pussy to suckle and lick.

Mel arched up with her feet on his shoulders and met him halfway. A sob broke through as she fisted the blankets beneath her. “Colton.” She sobbed his name and rubbed her pussy against his mouth. “More.” It was a growled demand.

Scraping his teeth over her clitoris he thrust a finger into her slick pussy and stroked her. Biting her clit he tugged gently as he fucked her with his finger, adding a second as she squirmed. Reaching up her body he cupped a breast and squeezed, rolling her nipple between thumb and finger.

“Oh God, yes!” she screamed. “Please. How about you swing your cock up here so that I can taste you? I need to feel you, taste you, Colton.” She was nearly half mad with her desperation and desires, needy and about to come out of her skin because of it.

Flicking his tongue over her clitoris he lifted his head., “I don’t think so. I want ye so bluidy needy that ye’re mad with it. Then and only then, will I slide my cock deep into yer sweet pussy and fuck ye until ye’re even more mad.”

“Oh you are getting so very close,” she growled. “Please,” she whimpered. “I’m so close.” She couldn’t recall the last time someone had made a feast of her like this, besides that it had been decades since she had fucked anyone so gods, this was killing her.

“Then I want ye to scream for me as ye come,” he said softly before pressing his mouth to her again and sucking hard on her clit. Thrusting a third finger into her pussy he stroked her faster, spreading his fingers slightly for more friction.

Melisande’s whole body arched off the bed and she screamed. She screamed so loudly she was sure that people in the neighboring county could hear her screams. His name was torn from her very fucking soul when she screamed his name in desperation.

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New Release!!! The Exhibition by Grace Marshall Availaible NOW!!!!

The Power of a Woman

Thanks so much for inviting me over to your site, you lovely Nice Ladies! It’s a pleasure to be here to celebrate the launch of my novel, The Exhibition, which is book 3 in the Executive Decisions trilogy, and your site is an excellent place for me to talk about the power of a woman.

Everyone expects the hero in a romance to be powerful. There are lots of different ways in which he can show his power, but he will be expected to show his power if he is going to win over the heroine, and his power is essential if the couple is going to get their Happy Ever After. Harris Walker has lots of power to show. He’s hot, sexy and outdoorsy with a deep sense of justice. He does the hero’s job, and he does it well.

However, I want to talk about the power of a woman, the power of our heroine, Stacie Emerson. Stacie doesn’t do Pilates nor lift weights. In fact, Stacie often has trouble standing on her own two feet. Stacie’s a klutz and has been all of her life. In An Executive Decision, book one of the trilogy, Stacie bumbles and fumbles and nearly wrecks the relationship of Ellis Thorne and Dee Henning, the hero and heroine of that novel. Of course that wasn’t her intention. Stacie is a hopeless romantic and would love nothing so much as Happy Ever Afters all around, but sometimes Stacie’s a bit too enthusiastic for her own good.

Harris doesn’t much like her when our story begins because Stacie’s romantic nature hasn’t served her well so far. Though she’s now happily divorced from one Thorne brother and good friends with both, she has a history with the Thornes. She eloped with Garrett Thorne while she was engaged to his brother Ellis. Ellis is now engaged to Harris’ best friend, Dee, and both the Thorne boys are well on their way to a Happy Ever After. But Harris is not about to cut Stacie any slack even though she was just eighteen when her love life majorly derailed.

So far, Stacie sounds like a disaster waiting to happen, and Harris doesn’t want her happening to him. Yes Stacie is pretty. Yes Stacie is sexy, and yes Stacie is persuasive. But beneath her strange mishmash of klutz and cosmopolitan polish, Stacie is a powerful woman, a woman who has endured way more than anyone knows to become the owner of a successful gallery in New York City, and a woman who is about to endure a whole lot more to break free of the past that haunts her. And once Harris discovers the power of the woman, his world will never be the same again.


Successful NYC gallery owner, Stacie Emerson, is ex-fiancée to one Thorne brother and ex-wife to the other. Though the three have made peace, Ellison Thorne’s friend, wildlife photographer, Harris Walker, still doesn’t like her. When Stacie convinces Harris to exhibit his work for the opening of her new gallery she never intended to include him in her other more hazardous plans. But when those plans draw the attention of dangerous business tycoon, Terrance Jamison, Harris comes to her aid. In the shadow of a threat only Stacie understands, can she dare let Harris into her life and make room for love?

 As successful gallery owner, Stacie Emerson, finds herself in the clutches of a powerful enemy from her dark past, her growing feelings for her latest exhibitor, wildlife photographer, Harris Walker, could get them both killed. Sharing her secret could destroy their relationship, but keeping it could be fatal.


 The band cranked up a notch and blared an ear-splitting version of REO Speedwagon’s Riding the Storm Out. It was only then that Harris realized the place was nearly full. Kyle Waters returned to the booth. His shirt was partially unbuttoned, his chest was heaving, and the shit-eating grin plastered on his face made him look like he’d just gotten laid and was up for round two. He put his camera down and shot Stacie a wolfish glance. ‘Care to dance?’ he asked.

 Harris didn’t know what came over him. He wondered if Stacie had paid the bartender to spike the Margaritas with something other than tequila, but he slid from the booth. ‘Sorry, Waters. You’re too late. The lady’s dance card’s already full.’ He offered Stacie his hand before he gave any thought to the very real chance of her turning him down. Certainly after the way he’d behaved toward her, he deserved it. But he needn’t have worried.

 She smiled up at him and took his hand. ‘How can I refuse the man who bought my mountain lion?’

 They left Kyle Waters in the booth looking a bit dazed as he poured himself a Margarita and drank thirstily.

After the tumble she had taken into his arms Friday night, Harris was a little surprised to see that Stacie was such a good dancer. But then just being comfortable with making a fool of oneself was pretty much all that was required in places like the Boiling Point. And though he wasn’t really … comfortable with making a fool of himself … he was the one who asked her to dance, so he would do his best to act like he knew what he was doing.

‘Are you hoping I won’t fall on top of you and embarrass us both, Harris?’ She asked, almost as though she had read his mind.

‘I’m just a little surprised after Friday night, I guess.’ There was no way for him to approach the topic of her clumsiness gracefully, so he continued to move about the crowded dance floor in front of her feeling very much like he was the one about to fall over his feet while she watched him with her usual inside-joke-smile.

‘I grew up with the Thorne Brothers,’ she said as she moved in close and he held his breath half fearing, half anticipating what would happen next. ‘No one could spend any time with that family and not learn to dance. Dr Thorne thought dance lessons might make me a little less clumsy. Did you know Emma Thorne was a certified ballroom dance instructor as well as a physics professor? It’s the truth, I swear. She taught Ike Thorne to dance. Two fabulous sons later, and the rest is history. Garrett tells me his parents still never miss a chance to tango.’

‘I didn’t know,’ Harris yelled back at her, admiring the way she shook her booty in the tight red trousers that made her stand out in the sea of leather and denim. ‘No one taught me to dance. Your bad luck, I guess.’

‘I don’t care if you can’t dance,’ she said, placing both hands on his shoulders and shimmying like she meant business. ‘Just as long as your here to catch me if I trip.’

‘So Dr Thorne’s efforts didn’t work, then?’

‘Oh they helped, but in my case, there was only so much the poor woman could do.’

As the music slowed and the band began to play Meatloaf’s I would Do Anything for Love, Harris settled his hands onto her hips and found he rather liked the way moving with her made him feel less awkward. She slid her hands behind his neck, and he held his breath, preparing for the full frontal rub-up he was both anticipating and fearing. But she surprised him by talking business. ‘Look, I don’t expect you to make the decision to work with me right here and now. I know it’s a lot to take in and I know … well I know how you feel about me. But if you can put that aside and look at what I’m proposing objectively, I’m sure you’ll see that it could be good for everyone. If it’s okay with you, I’ve got a written proposal that should answer all of your questions and clarify anything you’re not sure of, and –’

They found their space invaded by Kyle Waters and his camera. He was dancing with some woman in very tight black spandex, who smiled and blew them a kiss.’

‘Just had to get a picture of this,’ Waters yelled, snapping shots as he moved way less awkwardly on the dance floor than Harris would have liked. ‘Never figured you for a dancer, Walker.’ Before Harris could respond, he continued. ‘I think these shots might be good for my portfolio even if they’re a bit too gritty for your exhibition, Stacie.’

Harris wanted the man to go away, but all at once it was as though Stacie was on exhibition, draping herself over Harris and forcing him into a mock tango that had him laughing in spite of himself. It wasn’t just that, it was the fact that he was now the plaything of clearly the most interesting woman on the dance floor, and people were staring at them, something Harris normally would have loathed, but he was first and foremost male, and he could almost guarantee that there were very few men on the dance floor who weren’t jealous of him. And Harris wasn’t a total stick in the mud. He could certainly play along, letting her sway around him and dipping her dangerously close to the hard wood floor only to hear her squeal of laughter as he pulled her back to him with a little Dirty Dancing thrown in for good measure. All the while Kyle Waters snapped away.

He spun her in a dizzying ring-around-the-roses and she literally tripped and stumbled into his arms, laughing hysterically. ‘Go away, Waters,’ Harris yelled. Photo shoot’s over. Go dance!’ With his arms wrapped tightly around Stacie’s waist, he half marched, half dragged her to the quieter edge of the dance floor, if there were a quieter spot.

Stacie was still giggling, still draped around him up close and personal. ‘Did you just drag me away from the photographer I’ve been propositioning for the last three hours?’ Her voice was breathless and close to his ear to be heard above the driving beat of the music, which had turned heavy metal, a song Harris didn’t recognize.

‘Oh, I’m sorry,’ he said, pulling her way closer to him than was polite. ‘I thought you’d already propositioned Waters. I thought you were now propositioning me, and I’m the jealous type, prima donna, you know? Artsy fartsy and all.’ He was just about to lose all propriety and kiss her when the police showed up. 



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Grace Marshall lives in South England with her husband and the growing gang of hooligan birds who frequent their feeders. When Grace isn’t busy writing something sexy and romantic, she’s busy digging in her ever-expanding veg garden or walking across the British countryside. She finds inspiration outdoors in nature, and most of her best story ideas come to her while she’s walking or gardening.

Grace is the author of the fast paced, quirky Executive Decisions Trilogy published by Xcite Romance. All three novels are available now.

Grace Marshall’s alter-ego, K D Grace, writes critically acclaimed, best-selling erotic romance. Whether it’s sexy romance or romantic sex, between The Graces, there’s a story for you.

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Release Day for Windswept – Kismet Cove #2 and a Giveaway


Hello, nice ladies!

I’m here today to introduce you to the three main characters in my new book, Windswept. It’s a tale about sexy shapeshifters, magic, and what happens when the winds of fate start to blow.

I have some questions Christina wanted me to answer about Windswept, but to make this more interesting, I’m going to let Tucker, Byron and Vivian answer for themselves. This means I get to take a backseat in my own head for a bit and let my characters have free rein. This…is going to be interesting.

 Vivian, why don’t you handle the introductions?

Hi, I’m Vivian Waverly. Sometimes redhead, hair dresser, techno-pagan, and the only woman brave enough to take on these two guys. The dark one with the brow ring, all the ink and the perma-scowl is Tucker. Don’t let him fool you, he’s a big teddy bear.

Tucker: Woman, you are ruining my rep and we’ve barely started. You’re going to pay for that later.

Vivian: (sticks out her tongue at Tucker) And this is Byron. He likes to hide behind his blond curls and pretend he’s nothing but a simple surfer, but he’s actually the business manager of their bar.

 So where did the three of you first meet?

Tucker: In Tofino, at my bar.

Byron: (interrupting) You mean our bar, bro. Breakers. Vivian walked in and I knew she was going to be trouble right from the start. Sexy, gorgeous, trouble.

Tucker: He was right about that last part.

Vivian: Which part, exactly?

Tucker and Byron together: all of it.

Tucker: You are sexy and there is a reason your nickname is trouble.

Vivian: I came in with my best friend, Jess. We were celebrating her upcoming marriage. I was only going to be visiting for the wedding, and I was definitely not looking for any kind of romance. Fate had a plan I wasn’t privy to.

 Vivian, what did you think when you realized the guys were talking about dating you together?

 Vivian: Well, it wasn’t a complete shock, since Jess was marrying two guys from the same community. It took some getting used to though, and in the beginning I was worried about jealousy, or coming between two men who had been friends for a long time. It was a little weird, but we made it work.

Byron: We screwed up a few times in the beginning.

Vivian: (laughing) Yeah, you could say that. Of course I didn’t know that they were communicating telepathically, the cheaters! I’m a very forgiving person, that’s all I’m going to say.

 Guys, selkies mate for life. Were you ready for that step before Vivian came into your lives, or was she the catalyst for change?

Tucker: Byron was. He was all for us finding our mate and having children and doing the whole mushy family thing. Me? Hell no. I didn’t believe there was a woman out there crazy-brave enough to take us both on, to be honest. And if there was, I wasn’t sure I wanted to end up with a mate that insane.

Byron: I knew I wanted a family, but I had just about given up hope when Vivian came along. Finding her took a lifetime, but the hard part was convincing her to stay once she knew the truth about us.

Vivian: You two are just lucky you’re smoking hot. It helps make up for the fact you’re both a pain in my ass.

Vivian, how on earth did you deal with it when the guys told you they weren’t human?

 Vivian: Badly. Very, very badly.

Byron: We uh…screwed that bit up a little

Vivian: A little?  Try completely. It was a total mess, to be honest, and I had every intention of going home to Toronto and never talking to these two again after it all hit the fan.

Tucker: It was not our finest moment, but we did manage to fix things. Now the only reason Vivian is heading back to Toronto is to pack up her things and arrange to ship her motorbike out.

Byron: And we’re going with her when she goes back east.

Vivian: See what I mean? Pains in my ass, the both of them. I can’t go anywhere without one or the other of them wanting to go along. But I love them, and I can’t really complain. I have two sexy mates with high sex drives and zero interest in any other woman. I’m one very happy woman.

Tucker: And we intend to keep you feeling that way, trouble.

Byron: For the rest of your life.

If you want to know more about their story, Windswept comes out on Siren-Bookstrand November 27th, and will be available at Amazon and other online stores by late December.

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When Vivian arrives in the small town of Tofino for her best friend’s wedding, her own love life is the last thing on her mind. The winds of fate are changing, and soon she finds herself falling for the sinfully sexy owners of Breakers, the local bar.

Tucker and Byron are selkies, seal shapeshifters from the colony of Kismet Cove. Bound together by blood, the two of them are destined to share a mate. They’ve just about given up hope of fnding her when Vivian turns their world and their hearts upside down.

Before long dark secrets, old wounds, and new enemies conspire against the three lovers. They’ll have to fight to stay together, defying family and tradition along the way.  When trust is broken and forces conspire against them, can their love weather the storm?

 Story Excerpt

“Miss me?” Tucker’s deep voice sounded from behind her and a bottle of scotch with two fresh appeared in her vision. “I went back for our drinks.”

“My hero.” She took the bottle and glasses from him and then laughed as he walked around and placed another stool in front of her. Instead of sitting in it properly he threw a leg over the seat and sat in it backward, so the back was against his chest and he could fold his arms over the top. “I thought you were coming over to join the party?” She gestured behind him to the bulk of the people gathered.

They’ll come say hi when they want to. I did mention I’m the black sheep, remember? So I thought I’d come keep company with the other unknown element.” He took back one of the glasses from her and then held it out for her to pour. “This time, you can serve me. Anyone asks, just say you work here.”

“You offering me a job?” She poured him a measure and then herself one before setting the bottle down on the nearest flat surface.

“Why, you looking for one?” He cocked that pierced eyebrow at her again and she felt her nipples harden as a wave of lust rolled through her. What was it about him that had her hormones in a tizzy?

“My boss demanded I leave the airport and come back to cover the shop for a week so she could fly to Hawaii at the last minute,” she explained with a shrug. “So I quit. I’ve worked in clubs before, but honestly, I am much better at cutting hair than making drinks or waiting tables.’

“So you’re thinking about staying out here?” He seemed surprised at the idea.

“Maybe. I don’t know. Hell, two days ago I was missing my best friend and booking clients for New Year’s Eve styles and sets. Now I’m on the other side of the country and unemployed. I know Jess would be happy if I stayed, but I have no idea if that’s what I want. Not to mention the fact my bike and stuff are still back in Toronto.”

“If you decide to stay, you won’t have any trouble finding work once the tourist season starts. This whole town fills to overflowing. It’s a big change from the world you grew up in though.” He grinned and his dimple flashed. “You’re more likely to get attacked by a bear than a mugger, for one thing.”

“A bear! There are bears around here?” Jess hadn’t mentioned anything about any damned bears. “Tell me you’re kidding.”

Tucker was laughing and shaking his head. “I’m not kidding. Bears, deer, cougars. Even the occasional wolf. You have landed in the wilds of the west coast. You still think you want to stay here?”

“Who’s staying? And why are you telling her about the bears already, Tucker! Jeeze man, how many times do I have to tell not to traumatize the visitors?” Byron appeared beside them, laughing. “Pay no attention to him. He’s just trying to mess with you. The bears are quite happy to stay out of town, and the deer are only a threat to people who are foolish enough to try and grow a garden. Those things eat everything!”

“Hello again. Are you both out from behind the bar for the night now?” Vivian’s gaze bounced from one to the other, once again amazed that both men were clearly interested in her. Jess had said most of the folks in Kismet Cove were poly, did that mean these two were as well? Wicked thoughts filled her head for a moment and she had to mentally shake herself back to the present.

“I am free for the night. Barring catastrophes, bar fights or kitchen fires, that is.” Byron eyed the glass in her hand. “That’s not tequila.”

“Nope, Tucker found me something better.” She pointed to the bottle of scotch. “Much better.”

“He did, huh?” Byron whistled low when he spotted the brand. “Eighteen-year-old scotch? How did you get him to part with that, slim?”

“I asked nicely.” Viv fluttered her lashes at Byron. “It works wonders.”

“Besides, I’m joining her.” Tucker held up his own glass, still half full. “But you don’t have enough appreciation for good scotch to lay a finger on that bottle. Heathen.”

“Not a problem.” Byron threw up his hands in mock surrender, revealing he already had a drink in his hand. I’m driving home later so I’m sticking to unleaded for the rest of the night. Kitchen is about to bring out some nachos and appetizer platters. I came to warn you that if you’re hungry, you better be prepared to move fast. The locals are all very friendly until you get between them and their food supply, then they get ornery.”

As she hopped off her stool she found herself between them both, with Byron’s hand on the small of her back and Tucker’s resting between her shoulder blades. They escorted back to the main table as several servers appeared, all laden down with food. She could feel her stomach rumbling even if she couldn’t hear it over the music. She decided to throw discretion to the wind and enjoy all the indulgences the night had on offer. Good food, fine scotch, not to mention the attention of two men that she wouldn’t see again once she went home. After all, she was on holiday.

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Happy Release Day Laura Kaye! Hard As It Gets is available NOW!!!!


Hi everyone! I’m super excited to be celebrating my release day for Hard As It Gets here today! Thanks for having me! This book is the first in my new suspenseful contemporary romance Hard Ink series, which is based around the surviving members of an Army Special Forces team disgraced when they were discharged from the Army under suspicious circumstances and follows their efforts to recover their stolen honor.

As that description hopefully reveals, the Hard Ink series is full of super sexy – and inked *grins* – alpha males. Nick Rixey, Shane McCallan, Derek DiMarzio, Edward Cantrell, and Beckett Murda make up the surviving members of their team, the rest having been killed in the ambush that ended their careers. Nick is the hero in Hard As It Gets, and here’s a little taste of what I love about alpha males ~ this happens right after Nick and Becca’s first kiss:

“Stop.” Nick pulled back and grasped her wrists.

“Why?” Becca asked, missing his heat against her.

Chest heaving, he rolled his tongue over his bottom lip, like he was tasting her there. “Because you’re upset and vulnerable. And I shouldn’t take advantage. I won’t.”

“It’s hardly taking advantage if I want it.” And she did.

She just wanted to lose herself in his body, his intensity, his strength, for a long while.

His fingers dug into her wrists, just shy of painful. “It’s not a good idea.”

Her gaze dropped to the bulge filling out the left front of his jeans. Jesus, if he straightened himself out, she had a sneaking suspicion the rise of the denim might not cover the whole of him. Her mouth watered. “Looks like a pretty good idea to me.”

“Damnit, woman.” The percussive blast of his curse drew her gaze back to his face. “I’m trying to do the right thing here.”

“Why? If I don’t want you to—”

“Because I want to make you hold onto that boxing bag while I bury myself in you so hard and so deep you don’t know your own name. But then tomorrow, in the light of day, when your brother’s still missing and we’re still trying to figure out the mystery of who broke into your house, getting fucked by a stranger in a warehouse will be just one more thing you have to deal with.”


Yummy, right? *grins*

In celebration of my new release, I thought I’d share some of my favorite fictional alpha males with you. Here are a few:

Zsadist from J.R. Ward’s Lover Awakened. My favorite all-time alpha male, almost an anti-hero, really. Man is his redemption the most powerful thing ever.


Michael Flynn from Cara McKenna’s Willing Victim. Maybe the sexiest male character I’ve ever read. Repeatedly.


Zarek from Sherrilyn Kenyon’s Dance with the Devil. As much as I love an alpha male, I love a tortured alpha male ever better. Which is another reason why Zsadist and Zarek both appeal to me.

Alex Ban MacDonald from Margaret Mallory’s The Sinner. I adore Scottish Highlander romance and Alex is a sexy playboy with a heart of gold.


Derek Tyler from Tessa Bailey’s Protecting What’s His. Tessa Bailey writes the best dirty talking ever, and the words that come out of cop Derek Tyler’s mouth will leave you burning.

Caelen McCabe from Maya Banks’s Never Love a Highlander. Yep, another Highlander. Caelen comes off as all hard edges, which makes his emotional growth delicious to read.

Wrath from J.R. Ward’s Dark Lover. Erm, yeah, J.R. Ward’s my favorite author. LOL. And what’s sexier than a ginormous, leather-weath, pure-blooded, vampire king?

Leto Garnis from Lindsey Piper’s Caged Warrior. A new fave. Leto takes alpha to the next level in the first half of this book, and paired with a tough as nails heroine, this book sizzles.

Gideon Cross from Sylvia Day’s Bared to You. More delicious dirty talking and sexy, over-the-top alphaness!

Reid Andrews from Gina Maxwell’s Seducing Cinderella. Reid’s an MMA fighter and he’s sexy as hell!


Master Z from Cherise Sinclair’s Club Shadowlands. Zachary’s an alpha male who’s also a Dom, and it’s so damn hot.

I’m sure I’m leaving a ton of old favorites off this list! So, you tell me, who are your favorite fictional alpha males?

Thanks for reading!


“Edgy, sexy, and full of suspense! A great read from a great new author!”

~J.R. Ward on Hard As It Gets

About Hard As It Gets:

Five dishonored soldiers.

Former Special Forces.

One last mission.

These are the men of Hard Ink. 

Tall, dark, and lethal…

Trouble just walked into Nicholas Rixey’s tattoo parlor. Becca Merritt is warm, sexy, wholesome–pure temptation to a very jaded Nick. He’s left his military life behind to become co-owner of Hard Ink Tattoo, but Becca is his ex-commander’s daughter. Loyalty won’t let him turn her away. Lust has plenty to do with it too.

With her brother presumed kidnapped, Becca needs Nick. She just wasn’t expecting to want him so much. As their investigation turns into all-out war with an organized crime ring, only Nick can protect her. And only Becca can heal the scars no one else sees.

Desire is the easy part. Love is as hard as it gets. Good thing Nick is always up for a challenge…

Read an Extended Excerpt of Hard As It Gets

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About Laura Kaye:

Laura is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over a dozen books in contemporary and paranormal romance. Growing up, Laura’s large extended family believed in the supernatural, and family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses cemented in Laura a life-long fascination with storytelling and all things paranormal. She lives in Maryland with her husband, two daughters, and cute-but-bad dog, and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.

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