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Monday, 29 August 2016

His Dark Canvas by Alexandra Weis RELEASE DAY BLITZ

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Ella Winston is a talented chef with a big problemthe slightest touch can reveal anyone’s darkest secrets.
Hired to cook for the artist, Ren Plancharde, she struggles to keep her ability under wraps.
After accidently uncovering Ren’s underground activities, the eccentric painter offers Ella a glimpse into his world of pleasure … and pain. Intrigued, he decides to make Ella a part of his sinister Corde Noire Society, but his chef isn’t quite ready to commit.
Absolute submission isn’t all Ren wants from the stubborn woman. He has big plans for her gift, too. The only question is … will Ella be willing to give in to his desires when the time comes?
The darkness within can hide a lifetime of secrets.

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excerpt

Through the haze of my martinis, I had spotted him across the wide dining room. Beneath the brass chandeliers, he had seemed different from all the other patrons there to celebrate the restaurant’s two-year anniversary. He had an arrogant walk, kicking out his legs as he strolled across the stone floor. He was lean, yet muscular, blessed with one of those bodies a woman would always notice. With dark blond hair and disquieting dark green eyes, he was kind of guy who knew he was good-looking and let everyone else know it too. I wasn’t usually attracted to that type, but this man…well, his confidence intrigued me.
“You’re Ella, Ella Winston,” he said in a voice like dark chocolate fondue; luscious, deep, and wickedly sexy.
“Yeah,” I mumbled, “I’m the sous chef.”
“I know. Marcus told me.” His smile sank to the depths of my groin. Wow.
He held out his hand to me, but I refused it. Don’t touch him. You know what happens when you touch them.
“So, how do you know Marcus?”
He laughed, and even above the din of the other people in the room, I could sense something different about his laugh. Unlike the insincere chortle of others, this man’s laugh got to me. Like his smile, I was having an unusual physical reaction, something that never happened with me and men. When most men laughed, I usually ran in the opposite direction.
“Marcus and I share the same friends.”
“What friends are those?” I asked, craving another martini.
“The wealthy kind, who like to support the arts.”
“The arts? I don’t get it.”
He chuckled again, lifting a green bottle of sparkling water in his hand. “I’m a painter. Marcus and I know a lot of people who like to pretend they are patrons and keep us gainfully employed.”
“Painter?” I shrugged, finding it hard to believe Marcus knew any painters. “What do you paint?”
“Portraits of women … usually with very little clothing.”
Oh yeah, I really needed another drink. “Is that lucrative?”
“For me it is.”
My eyes wandered around the dining room, desperate to find some kind of rescue. I needed to get away from this man before I said or did something really stupid.
“Do you like art?” he pressed.
“Some art. I think it would depend on the passion I see in a painting.”
“The passion in a painting?” That laugh again. My toes tingled. Not good. “You sound like a painter, Ms. Winston.”
The martini glass in my hand suddenly weighed a ton. “Isn’t painting an obsession for an artist, like cooking is an obsession for a chef? It seems to me having an obsession is a healthy thing. It reminds us that we have a soul.”
He nodded, seemingly approving of my drunken ramblings. “That’s very profound and also very true. I think you have a lot of talents yet to be discovered, Ella. May I call you Ella?”
“Ah, sure. Ella is fine.” My mouth went dry. “What makes you think I have any talents … outside of cooking?”
“Just something I can sense.”
I tensed. Oh God, does he know? The same thought always haunted me when I met new people. I fought so hard to keep my little secret under control. Time to make a run for it.
“Don’t tell Marcus I have other talents. He’ll probably fire me.” I was about to turn away when he stopped me.
“If he ever does, you come and cook for me.”
I dropped my eyes to my martini glass. “Perhaps when you’re a rich and famous painter, you could look me up. I’ll probably need a job if Sans Regret ever closes.”
He leaned in closer and I could just make out the small cleft in his pointy chin. “I promise, if you ever need a job, I’ll hire you.”
His mouth was so close to mine that I could have kissed his perfect thin lips, but, instead, I backed away. “I’ll hold you to that.”
“I hope you do, Ella.”
 

 

Other Books In Series

 
Born with a gift, Melinda Harris can see visions of the future.
Nathan Cole is the man who wants to possess her and her power. A member of the elite Corde Noire Society, Nathan introduces Melinda to his dark world of pleasure and pain. At first, Melinda likes what Nathan teaches her, but then she discovers the terrible secret her handsome Dom is hiding. Nathan has plans for her beyond his bedtime adventure. He wants her to make her his … completely.


 
Sam Woods has a secret.
She keeps it hidden from the world … the world of the living, that is.
When Doug Morgan moves into her apartment building, Sam is intrigued by her sexy new neighbor. She struggles to keep her ghostly ability from him, but Doug isn’t interested in her spiritual sense. He’s after something much more … sensual.
A Dominant with dark tastes, Doug offers Sam a glimpse into his world. He invites her to take part in an experiment to explore the extremes of pleasure. Seduced by his lifestyle, Sam agrees. There’s just one little catch … Doug also has a secret.
Someone Sam never saw coming.
Sometimes, the dark side of pleasure can turn deadly.
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Alexandrea Weis
For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Alexandrea Weis,
a New Orleans native and author of twelve published adult contemporary and paranormal romance novels.
The sultry city of N’Awlins is my home and the setting for many of my sexy books.
Infusing the rich tapestry of my hometown into my award-winning novels helps to create vivid characters and memorable stories.
When I am not writing books, I am also a certified/permitted wildlife rehabber with the Louisiana Wildlife and Fisheries.
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Sunday, 28 August 2016

Enforcer (Princes of Prophecy 4) by LAnn Marie RELEASE DAY BLITZ



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Enforcer is the Fourth book in the Princes of Prophecy. It is a little different than the others. Women are extremely resilient when they need to be. This book shows that right from the beginning. Things aren’t always what they seem to be and we get a firsthand look at how that plays out for our Enforcer and the heart, mind and soul kind of love that takes hold of all our Badasses.





Sheila grew up in the MC. Adopted by a biker family she was always just another Brother. She’s trained for High Security and moves with the Princes when they take their new town and place within the MC Chapter. As a jack of all trades, Sheila is the Princes go to Brother. She gets the job done and can comfort the victims when needed. To her Club she’s invaluable. To Sheila it’s just another day. Seeing everyone around her growing up and moving on, she realizes her past may be holding her down. When her past threatens to take the job she loves and Club she would give her life for, she jumps at the chance for help. Going it alone isn’t easy, but she’s Sheila. Jax left Family Security with the MC when a teenage girl started showing interest in him. He knew it was only a matter of time before he lost control with her and put his life on the line. Badass Bikers are known for doling out justice their way. Seeing her on the list for the new Club he figures five years is long enough. It’s time to grab a taste of that forbidden fruit, that is, if she doesn’t kill him first.








Enforcer is the Fourth book in the Princes of Prophecy. It is a little different than the others. Women are extremely resilient when they need to be. This book shows that right from the beginning. Things aren’t always what they seem to be and we get a firsthand look at how that plays out for our Enforcer and the heart, mind and soul kind of love that takes hold of all our Badasses.

L. Ann started with the Baxters and is working on her third series, The Princes of Prophecy MC. While her books feature ex-SEALs and Badass Bikers, L. Ann is writing about the strong women that these men need in their life to help right the worlds wrongs and help keep their small part of the world safe. The women are extraordinary, strong and determined to make a difference.


The men fight for right in every book. Yes they kill people. Yes they shoot at the bad guys feet to cause them pain. Yes they throw tampons at each other regularly.

That being said, they do these things while stopping human trafficking, bringing their Club into legitimate businesses, fight gangs to keep drugs away from their town and kids, keep women sheltered safely while trying to stop domestic abuse. These are men that don't leave a Brother behind. They don't treat women as possessions and they don't cheat. Respect takes on an honorable meaning. Women and kids are cherished. Everyone is looked out for.
L. Ann has made the perfect Club, tackled the taboo subjects and made it easy to imagine living in a world where your protection comes from the SEALS and Bikers.

With readers writing about rereading the series over and over, she feels like she's told her characters stories in a way that would make them proud.
Every book will make you laugh, every book will make you angry for the wrong that happens in the world. Every book will make you cry for the pain that a character feels.
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God's Gift by Terri George RELEASE DAY BLITZ

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God’s Gift 1
by Terri George
Genre: Romance- Contemporary Erotic
Release date: August 28th
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Synopsis:

Sebastian Baines is the Bad Boy
your mother always warned you about:
YOUNG, HOT & LOADED.
It’s a lethal combination.
And he’s taking it Stateside.

A charmer with the gift for sealing deals, he’s
at the top of his game and should fit right in at
Berger & Schwartz.

His contract is for one year. 365 days in which
he plans to make some mergers and acquisitions
of his own, and cut a serious sexual swathe through
the female population.

He’s never had a problem pulling the birds
in his native London, but there’s at least one
New York girl who doesn’t think he’s
God’s Gift...
And it’s driving him crazy.


God’s Gift contains sexually explicit content.

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About the Author
Love and Romance: it’s what makes the world go round and I love writing about it.
My men are Hot, Sexy and Bossy and my women Strong and Sassy and give as good as they get. I absolutely refuse to write weak woman because we don’t all need to be rescued, but we do all need the love and devotion of a good man. Oh, and plenty of sheet-clawing, body-rocking, mind-altering sex!
Despite all the hot sex, what I really write are love stories, jam packed full of emotion because I believe... When it comes to Love and Romance, neither should be anything less than Extraordinary.
From a small child I’ve loved to lose myself in stories. I’m a firm believer that if heaven exists, it contains every novel ever written and has big squishy sofas to curl up on and read for all eternity.
Before I started writing romance novels my comedy play, The Magazine was performed at The Bush Theatre in London and my poetry has been published in several anthologies. However, I knew what I really wanted to write were novels. With several unfinished manuscripts languishing in the depths of my computer’s hard drive, it was my discovery of erotic romance that led me to the realisation romance novels are what I should be writing.
As English as they come, I couldn’t survive without tea. From Rachmaninov to Aerosmith my taste in music is best described as eclectic. And I make a mean chocolate cake.


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Friday, 26 August 2016

Owning Destiny by Shelly Morgan COVER REVEAL

OWNING DESTINY by Shelly Morgan
Forsaken Sinners MC Series, Book #5
Release Date: Sept. 20, 2016
Cover Designer: Redbird Designs
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Tagline: Life is like riding a bike…take it by the handle bars and own that shit.
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Mack DeVin has always been hard, in charge, and unstoppable…

As president of the Forsaken Sinners MC, Mack has a reputation to uphold and a family to protect, but when a bullet puts him in the hospital, everything is ripped away. Unable to walk and lead his club, Mack starts to lose hope that he’ll get better. That is until a spitfire of a nurse walks into his room. Nurse Rose isn’t threatened by him and pushes him to his limits. She gives him hope that he can get his life back.

Rose Chamberlain hates motorcycle gangs and everything about them. That includes their President…

Rose’s brother Anthony is a member of The Street Kings MC, known for violence and never taking no for an answer. She makes it a point to stay away from him and any other gang member, including her patient. Except she can’t seem to say no to Mack. The more she gives in to him, the more she realizes he’s nothing like her hothead brother.

But a deal has been made, and payment is due…

Anthony has promised his sister to The Street Kings President in return for a promotion. He kidnaps Rose from the life she’s built and the man she’s starting to love. The Street Kings better be ready to pay for their mistake because Mack is back in charge of the Forsaken Sinners and he’s willing to fight for what he wants…

But is Rose ready to become any man’s old lady? Or will she walk away from them all forever and make her own destiny?


════ MEET AUTHOR SHELLY MORGAN ════ 
I grew up in a small town in Iowa. I have 2 older sisters and amazing parents. Growing up, I was always a daddy’s girl, hanging out with him in the garage, fishing, and building stuff. I loved to play softball and swimming, but reading, telling stories, and writing were my passion, even at a young age. I took a break from writing for a while, but you could always find me with a book in my hand.

I have three children – two boys and a girl. They are my whole world. Even when I’m having the worst day ever, they brighten up my day and make me smile.

A few years ago, there was this story that would always play out in my head and no matter how many times I went through it, from beginning to end, it would never fade. So I decided to put it on paper. I didn’t plan on publishing it, but when it was almost done, a friend asked to read it. She said it was a story that needed to be shared. And that’s what started my writing career.

I love all genres of books, and even though I started with writing MC Romance, I have a whole book of ideas, so you can expect more from me than just MC, though romance is in my blood.

Even though I currently work two jobs, my ultimate dream is to become a full time author. I want to be able to spend my days filling pages with stories. I want to be the reason people find a reason to smile or laugh from lines on a page. Reading a book allows me to live in someone else’s shoes, even if only for a few minutes. It’s a way to leave my life and troubles behind and I want to be help others do that as well.


Thursday, 25 August 2016

Womanizer by Katy Evans COVER REVEAL

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Womanizer by Katy Evans

Series: Manwhore #5 Release Date: December 5th, 2016 Genre: Contemporary Romance

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You've seen the headlines: Womanizing billionaire player! Watch out! Stay away!
We were just two strangers. Facing a forbidden attraction, a chemical connection. Neither of us expected or wanted it to amount to more. But I had never been drawn to a guy the way I was drawn to this one: my brother's best friend, and CEO of the company where I interned.
Even knowing I should stay away, I proved to be too human, after all. The chemistry was amazing. The laughs were incredible. I opened up to him in more ways than I'd opened up to anyone before. But sex was as far as I'd go. Just sex because he was too irresistible. Just sex because I wouldn't be falling for him. Just sex because I'd leave in three months, and I'd like for my brother not to kill me, and for nobody to find out he was my wicked little secret. He wasn't the One. He was just a womanizer. But for a time, he would be mine.

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Katy Evans grew up with books and book-boyfriends until she found a real sexy boyfriend to love. They married and are now hard at work on their own happily ever after. Katy loves her family and friends, and she also loves reading, walking, baking, and being consumed by her characters until she reaches “The End.” Which is, hopefully, only the beginning…

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#ThrowbackThursday! The Billionaire's Obsession, The complete collection~Simon by Author J.S. Scott




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This complete collection of The Billionaire's Obsession includes:
Mine For Tonight
Mine For Now
Mine Forever
Mine Completely 

Down on her luck, nursing student and full-time waitress Kara Foster gets a massive blow to her already desperate financial situation that will surely find her living on the streets. Needing nothing less than a miracle to save her, Kara gets rescue from an unknown, unlikely and overwhelming source. Billionaire Simon Hudson makes her an offer that is impossible to refuse, but terrifying to accept from a man that she's never met. Will the handsome, alpha billionaire really be a solution to her problems, or will he end up being a major complication and a danger to her emotional sanity?

Reclusive billionaire Simon Hudson would rather be behind a computer creating computer games than rubbing elbows with the elite and he knows exactly what he wants...until he meets Kara Foster. Something about Kara touches Simon in ways he's never experienced and definitely doesn't like. For over a year, Simon watches over Kara, but stubbornly refuses to admit his desire to possess her, not even to himself. But when she ends up in a situation that could very well be her destruction, Simon steps up to help her, not realizing that in saving Kara, he might very well be salvaging his own soul.

(This is a erotic romance. It contains graphic language, very steamy love scenes and lots of emotion.)

Bonus story one - Helen's Secret Admirer

“Who do you want it to be?” asked Helen’s daughter-in-law and friend, Kara Hudson, as they sat drinking coffee in one of the booths at Helen’s restaurant. Maddie Hudson, Helen’s other daughter-in-law, sat next to Kara wearing the same curious expression.

Today was the big day, the day that her secret admirer finally revealed himself. Helen had been waiting for a long time to find out who had been sending her mysterious deliveries of flowers, candy, and other whimsical gifts, all with romantic little notes that sent her heart fluttering with delight.  Never having had a true romance in her entire life, it was exciting.  But she really couldn’t think of any man in particular she wanted it to be.  Well…she could, but it wasn’t realistic. It was a secret she kept close to her chest, and had never revealed to a single soul. 

I’m fifty-six years old.  I’m about to become a grandmother twice over, and I’m acting like a teenager.  I have no business fretting over a secret admirer at my age.  Like any man is that crazy about me?  More than likely, they want to get closer to my billionaire sons.

Helen sighed softly before answering.  “I don’t know.  It could be anyone.”  She met single men her age or older every day, but most of them were just acquaintances, men she socialized with when she attended charity functions or who she chatted with here at her restaurant.  Most of them were charming, a characteristic that she’d found came pretty naturally to the majority of wealthy men.

“But you must have some clue.  Or someone you really hope it turns out to be,” Maddie said excitedly, her hazel eyes dancing with enthusiasm.

Helen looked across the table at Simon and Sam’s wives, two women who had become more like daughters than “in-laws” to her as she answered, “Maybe the mystery was better than the actual truth will be,” she admitted, knowing that she’d been flattered from the very beginning because of the romantic attention. She’d never had that kind of admiration before, and it was heady, even at her age.  Sam and Simon’s father had been pure evil, a man who had forced himself on her when she’d been eighteen and naïve.  She’d ended up pregnant and married to the devil, trying her best to raise her boys to grow up be different men—better men—than their father.  And had they ever!  Her sons had far exceeded even her wildest expectations, in both ambition and heart.  Thank god!

A woman couldn’t ask for two better sons, and the two women sitting across from her had completed both her sons with their love, made them happy.  What more could she want than that?  She finally even had grandbabies on the way. Her boys were happy, settled, and her life should be complete, and yet…

“You have a right to find your own happiness, Helen.  You’ve lived for your boys all of your adult life,” Kara told Helen softly, reaching out to squeeze the older woman’s hand.  “You’re still young and beautiful.  And you have enough energy to wear Maddie and I both out just by watching you.”

Helen squeezed Kara’s hand.  “You’re both pregnant.  I can’t say it would be difficult to outrun you right now,” she answered with a smile at both younger women, Kara’s huge belly hidden underneath the table.  Maddie wasn’t showing yet, but she was experiencing symptoms of early pregnancy, including fatigue.

“You wear us out when we aren’t pregnant,” Maddie replied adamantly.  “We just want you to get your chance to be happy.”

“I am happy,” Helen answered defensively.  How could she not be happy?  Her sons had made sure she wouldn’t want for anything.  They hadn’t been pleased when she’d wanted to work for a living by owning her own restaurant, but they’d given her what she wanted.  Honestly, much more than she even wanted.  She made a very good living with her restaurant, but her boys always thought more was better.  So they never stopped giving.

“I think it’s Michael,” Kara said, a dreamy look in her eyes.  “He’s been coming around for years.  He’s always had a thing for you"

Helen blushed and pulled her hand away from Kara’s, raising her coffee cup to her face to hide her flushed complexion.  The problem was, she did wish it was Michael, but it wasn’t possible.  “He’s eight years younger than I am, handsome and very eligible.  He just comes around for advice on raising his girls.  We’re just friends,” Helen said abruptly, her red face hidden behind her mug, taking another slug of coffee, her hand trembling slightly.

Kara shot Helen an annoyed look.  “He’s sweet on you.  He always has been.  And his daughters are grown up and married now.  What does it matter if he’s a little younger?  He doesn’t look younger than you.  Tell me he still doesn’t come in at least twice a week.”

Helen squirmed in her chair, knowing she couldn’t actually look at Kara and tell her that.  Kara had been a waitress in this restaurant for a long time.  She knew Michael was a regular and probably still was.  “He likes the food.  He doesn’t like to cook,” Helen replied, wanting desperately to change the subject.

“Helen, do you want it to be Michael?” Kara asked softly, both her and Maddie leaning forward to hear her answer.  “He’s wanted to be more than a friend for a long time"

“He doesn’t,” Helen protested, wishing it were true, but knowing it wasn’t. Michael had never given her any indication that he saw her as anything more than a friend, and he was much too young.  And handsome.  And virile.

“Oh, I don’t think he’s ever been drawn here by just the food,” Kara answered mysteriously. “Do you know that whenever he came by and you weren’t here, he’d leave without eating?”

“Hmm…doesn’t sound like a guy who just comes by for food,” Maddie agreed, crossing her arms in front of her with a smile.

“Nope.  And I don’t think he’s here for the food today either,” Kara remarked drily as she scooted carefully to the edge of the booth.  “I think it’s time to get your sons home and out of here.  They’ve already eaten all the food from at least one side of the menu.”

Helen had her back to the door, but she knew Simon and Sam were seated in another booth close to door, both of them waiting for her secret admirer to show.  “Take them.  It isn’t like I need a babysitter.  I’m their mother.  I’m in a public place.  My place.  And I don’t want Simon and Sam to make a scene.”

Helen knew exactly why Sam, Simon, Kara and Maddie were here.  They all wanted to see her anonymous male admirer.  Actually, she had no doubt that her protective sons wanted to do more than gawk at him.

What if it is Michael?

“It’s not Michael,” Helen said, mostly to reassure herself, keep herself from hoping.  Michael Prescott would never think of her that way.  He wasn’t a billionaire like her sons were, but he had a very successful law practice and made a very nice living.  He’d lost his wife when his two daughters were little more than babies and raised them himself, doing a very fine job with them.

Kara winked at her.  “Keep telling yourself that and you might start believing it until he comes over here.” 

Kara stood awkwardly and Maddie hopped out beside her.  Helen peered up at the two girls, her arms crossed in front of her.  “Are you trying to say he’s here?” Okay…that was a little disconcerting, but a complete coincidence. “He just came to eat.”

“Uh huh,” Kara answered in a disbelieving voice.  “And I suppose he brought that beautiful bouquet of red roses just to get your opinion on gardening?” Kara said facetiously, her brow cocked, and a questioning look on her face as she looked down at Helen in disbelief.

“He has flowers?” Helen asked anxiously, afraid to turn around and look, her heartbeat racing faster.

Michael is here.  It could be Michael.  

“Admit it,” Kara said insistently.  “You always wanted it to be Michael.  You care as much about him as he always has for you.”

Shocked, Helen stuttered, “I can’t.  He can’t.  We…we…aren’t like that.”

“Admit it and we’ll go stop your sons from killing him,” Maddie said with a laugh.

Helen sighed anxiously. “Yes. I admit it. But he’s so caring, so handsome, so… young. I can’t pursue anything but a friendship with him.”

“He’s exactly right for you.  He always has been. Don’t scare him off, Helen. Michael’s exactly what you need and you deserve a nice guy like him.  And you’re the one he’s always wanted.  Please,” Kara asked in a concerned voice. “Tell me you’ll give him a chance so I can go keep Simon from killing him.”

Helen gasped and turned, seeing both of her sons rising to their feet, scowling at Michael.

Michael.

There hadn’t been a time when her heart hadn’t melted every time she saw his handsome face or wicked smile, and it was no different today.

She exited the booth, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles from her pastel skirt and top, and hurried over to where her sons had just finished eating their way through the menu, Kara and Maddie on her heels.  “Take your wives home. They’re both tired,” Helen told her sons sternly, glaring up at one and then the other.

Her sons frowned at her and looked at their wives, who were both grinning from ear to ear.  “We will.  We just want to have a quick discussion with this guy,” Sam said gruffly.

“You are going home.  Now.  Don’t argue with me, Samuel.  Take your brother and your wives home. Michael is a friend and I don’t want you harassing him.” She loved her sons, appreciated their protectiveness, but enough was enough.  She was still their mother.  Always would be.

Kara and Maddie claimed their husbands and started pulling Sam and Simon toward the door, both of her sons grumbling as they went and shooting warning looks at Michael as they exited.

Exasperated by the whole scene, Helen looked around the restaurant, glad that there were only a few customers who were looking at them curiously.  “Come to my office,” she told Michael briskly, walking toward the back of the restaurant. He followed closely behind her.  Not only could she smell his masculine scent, but she could feel his presence.  She’d always been acutely aware of him whenever he was in the restaurant, and today it was even worse.

Could the man who had been sending her such ardent and romantic notes with his gifts truly be Michael?  It didn’t seem possible, but her gut said it was, and her instinct was rarely wrong.

Why?  Why would he do it?

She let him enter her office before closing the door behind her, and slumped against the door, looking up at a grinning, masculine face that nearly made her melt into a puddle at his feet.  “I’m sorry,” she said quickly, embarrassed by Sam and Simon’s behavior, her face still rosy pink with mortification. 

Michael Prescott was beyond handsome, his dark hair cut neatly and showing just a touch of gray at his temples.  He was tall and fit, dressed neatly in casual slacks and a polo shirt that stretched across a broad chest.  “No need to be sorry. You’re their mother.  Single and alone.  They should be protective. I was more than ready to answer all of their questions. They wanted to know if I was worthy of you.  Honestly, I’m not.  But I want to be,” he said in a husky baritone that vibrated through her body, causing her to shiver.

Straightening, Helen walked to her desk, her face aflame.  “So you really are my secret admirer,” she asked, astonished, sitting on the desk, letting her sandaled feet dangle as she stared at him.

“Not so secret anymore.  And I’ve always admired you,” he replied, walking to her and handing her the huge bouquet of red roses in his hand.

“But we’re friends,” she said desperately, his masculine scent starting to surround her as he moved closer. 

“I’ve always wanted to be more than friends with you, Helen.  But your sons are way
of my league.  You’re way out of my league. Problem is, I don’t care anymore.  I don’t want to have to search you out, hoping to find you here.  I want you to be mine, in my home, close to me.  I want to come home to you every night and wake up to you every morning.”  He put his palms flat on each side of her body on the desk, trapping her.  “I want you, and I can’t wait any longer to have you.  Tell me you’ll give us a chance.”

Oh, God.  It was him.  It always has been him.  Michael Prescott was indeed her secret admirer, and the one man she had actually wanted it to be.  Never had she had any real hope that her mystery man would turn out to be Michael…but a woman could dream.  “I’m older.  You’re younger.  We can’t possibly—“

“We can,” Michael rumbled.  “The only thing stopping us is ourselves.  I figured that out a while ago.  I’ve spent years trying to get close to you.  Please don’t shut me out now.”

Helen glanced up into his emerald green eyes, her heart racing as she became intoxicated by his masculinity and male scent.  Michael had always been her friend, his lips readily smiling, his voice reassuring.  But he wasn’t looking at her like he was her friend now.  In fact, he looked downright dangerous, but in a sexy way that was nearly irresistible.

“Why the mystery?” she asked curiously, looking up a very dear, familiar face that she’d come to count on seeing often, the face of a man she knew she’d been in love with for years.  “Why didn’t you just say something?”

“Maybe I was afraid you didn’t feel the same way.  Maybe I’m still afraid you don’t.  But I had to do something to get your attention, get you to at least think about the possibility of getting romantically involved with a man.  I hope you’re not disappointed,” he said hoarsely, his eyes boring into hers with an intensity that Helen had never seen before.

He looked so vulnerable at that moment that she blurted out the truth.  “I wanted it to be you.  You’re the only one I was hoping it would turn out to be. But I didn’t think you felt the same way.”

Michael’s lips turned up into a delighted grin. “How could you not know? I thought I was pretty transparent.  I’ve never been able to go less than a day or two without seeing 

Helen sighed.  “You’re young.  Probably too young for me.”

“You’re beautiful and have the energy of a woman half your age.  Try again,” he said in a low, sexy baritone.  “Tell me you don’t feel the same way I do.  It’s the only way you’re getting rid of me.  I’ve been telling myself you’re too good for me for years, but excuses don’t make the ache go away, Helen.”

“You’re the best man I’ve ever known,” she replied, jumping to his defense. Michael Prescott would be a man any woman would want to date.  But he chose her, had apparently chosen her a long time ago.

Go for it.  The past is in the past.  You know Michael’s a good man.  Start again. Try again.  He's worth the risk. 

“I couldn’t bear to lose your friendship,” she admitted quietly.

“You aren’t losing me as a friend.  You never will,” he replied confidently.  “But I want to be your lover, too.”

Helen flushed again, the thought of being close to Michael in that way enough to make her need to crank up her air conditioning and get a fan.  “What if it doesn’t work,” she whispered.

“It will.  Say you’ll give it a shot, Helen.  Please.  Don’t make me stay lonely without you,” he requested gruffly in her ear.

Helen shivered, his warm breath caressing the side of her neck.  “I don’t think I have a choice.  I do feel the same way, so I guess I’m not getting rid of you,” she admitted with a joyous laugh, dropping the flowers on her desk and wrapping her arms around his neck.

“You won’t want to get rid of me.  I’ll treat you so good that you’ll never want to walk away,” he told her sincerely, resting his forehead against hers, a relieved look on his face.

“I can’t believe you know about my sons and you still want to date me,” she told him honestly.

“We’ll come to an understanding eventually.  They need to know my intentions are honorable.”

“And are they?” Helen asked breathlessly, mesmerized by his incredible smile.

“Mostly,” he answered with a laugh.  “I can’t say that I don’t want you, but I’ll never offer anything less than my whole heart and marriage.”

“I don’t think we’re ready to talk about marriage, but I do want to give this a chance.  If I don’t, I’ll always regret it.”  She knew herself, and she had to give this a try.  “We can date.”

Michael groaned.  “I’ve been waiting for years.”

“We have to see if we’re compatible.”

“You know we are,” Michael argued.

Helen sighed, knowing she’d never be able to resist anything that Michael wanted for very long, because it was exactly what she wanted, too.  “Being friends and living together is two different things.”

“I think we should find out,” Michael answered, his irresistible grin widening. “Don’t be scared. I know what you’ve been through in the past, but I hope you know me well enough to know I’d never hurt you.”

Helen did know that, and she knew she was done fighting with herself.  Michael Prescott wanted her.  He actually wanted her.  And when she looked at him, she could see forever in his gorgeous eyes.  And the vision of their future looked pretty damn fantastic.

No more fear.  No more doubts.  For once in my life I’m taking exactly what I want without being afraid because of my past.  

Her past was gone, and she was staring at her future.

Michael.

Other than her sons, Michael had always been the one man who’d been there for her whenever she needed him.  In truth, she’d trusted him for years.

“I’m not afraid,” Helen answered quietly, knowing it was true.  “But don’t you think you should kiss me first before we talk about getting married?”

“Finally,” Michael groaned, lowering his mouth to hers and doing just that until she came away breathless, and any doubt about compatibility, along with any rational thought, was completely gone.  
Michael never stopped sending anonymous gifts with romantic notes, and they made Helen even happier because she knew exactly who had sent them.  And she knew they were sent with love.


Bonus story Two - Maddie's Secret

One Summer Evening in July:

“I think Mom has a boyfriend,” Sam Hudson stated bluntly to Maddie as he walked intothe kitchen and dropped his briefcase on the table.

Maddie turned around from the dinner that was simmering on the stove and smiled at her husband, chewing on her lip just a little as she saw him. She wondered if there would ever be a day that his heart­stopping, handsome face and masculine presence wouldn’t send her heart into overdrive. Every time she saw him, she wanted to drop her panties and jump on him. Even after a long day at the office, and just a little bit rumpled, her husband looked delicious in a suit and tie, his blond hair a little mussed, probably because he’d just run a hand through it from the frustration she could see on his face.

“And that would be a problem...um...why?” Sam didn’t look the least bit happy about the fact that his mother had an admirer, a fact that she’d already been aware of and hadn’t had a chance to mention to Sam. She’d just had coffee with Kara and Helen a few days ago, and she knew about the flowers, gifts and romantic notes Helen had been receiving. The older woman had been flustered, but she looked like she was glowing from the attention.

Sam came to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and moving her away from the stove, her ass hitting a cupboard behind her. “Because she’s my mother and she isn’t really sure where they’re coming from. It could be some nut job or a crazy stalker.”

Maddie pushed on Sam’s broad chest, lifting an eyebrow at him as she met his gaze, trying not to let herself fall into his gorgeous eyes. “Just because she’s your mother does not mean she can’t have a beau. If anyone deserves happiness, it’s her. And I doubt very much that a stalker or a nut job would send such thoughtful, respectful notes trying to court her.”

Sam looked startled. “You knew about it? And you didn’t tell me?” His surprised look turned into a frown.

“Yes. I just found out a few days ago and your mom looks happy. You and Simon need to leave her alone unless something inappropriate happens. This man obviously adores her and you don’t need to ruin it for her,” Maddie admonished him. “And I haven’t had a chance to tell you. We’ve been occupied the last few evenings.” Honestly, her husband had been insatiable. After returning from an overnight business trip a few days ago, it was like he had to make up for lost time by taking her straight to the bedroom. Or taking her on the couch. Or in the kitchen. Not that she was exactly complaining.

“We had to spend nearly forty­eight hours apart. I missed you,” Sam replied huskily, his eyes riveted on her lips.

“I could tell,” she told him softly, her core clenching at the memories of the proof of just how much he’d missed her. “Just let things evolve with your mom, okay? I think it’s all very mysterious and romantic.”

“She’s my mother,” he grumbled.

“She’s also a woman who needs love,” Maddie reminded him.

“Simon and I love her.”

“And she loves you. But didn’t you still want me? She deserves to be romanced,” Maddie argued, pushing out of his embrace and crossing her arms stubbornly across her chest, tapping her foot impatiently, waiting for her husband to be reasonable. “Let her have this romance, Sam. Please. For me.” Okay. She was playing dirty and she knew it, but Helen was so happy, and she didn’t want to see Sam and Simon destroy it.

“Fuck! I hate it when you play that card. You know I can’t say no,” Sam answered, disgruntled. “But I’m keeping extra security on her to make sure this guy isn’t a psycho.”

Yep. She knew he couldn’t say no if she asked him to do something for her. And she rarely used that tactic because she did know that Sam would do anything for her, and she didn’t want to prey on his vulnerability. But dammit...this was important. “Thank you. I’ll return the favor when you want something,” she told him solemnly, still in awe that this strong, powerful man would bend to make her happy.

“Sunshine...I do want something,” he told her with a naughty grin, his hands dropping to the counter, imprisoning her against the cupboard.

Maddie sighed and placed her hands on his chest, wanting nothing more than to let Sam have his way with her, any way he wanted it. But...

“Wait. I have something I need to tell you,” she answered urgently, knowing she had to get Sam’s attention before he kissed her. Once that happened...she’d be a goner.

He straightened up and put his hands on her shoulders, rubbing up and down her arms as he asked, “What is it, Sunshine?”

Her heart fluttered as she heard the genuine concern in his tone. Sam had transformed from horny lover to concerned husband faster than she could blink. Her man was made up of so many layers, every one of them appealing as hell. No wonder she couldn’t resist him, loved him with every cell in her body.

She had no hesitation in telling Sam he was going to be a daddy. She’d planned a nice dinner and wine, imagined telling him after they had relaxed. But the joy she’d been feeling all day bubbled up inside her, clamoring to be shared with the man she loved. “I’m pregnant,” she blurted out, far from the delicate way she had planned on delivering the news.

Sam’s expression went from astonished...to ecstatic...and then to one of apprehension. “Why?”

Maddie smirked, unable to resist her husband’s stunned reaction. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she reminded him teasingly, “You took the job of getting me this way pretty seriously. I’m not sure why you’re surprised. Does Dr. Hudson need to give you a refresher on how a woman gets pregnant?”

Sam let out a whoop and grabbed her around the waist. Her feet left the ground as he twirled her in a circle before gently dropping her back to her feet again. “I can’t believe it. Are you sure?” he asked, his voice vibrating with emotion.

Laughing softly, she answered, “Sam...I’m a doctor. When I missed my period, I tried not to get my hopes up. I’m irregular. But I took three different tests, and they were all positive. So yeah, I’m pretty sure.”

Sam speared a hand into her hair and lowered his head, resting his forehead against hers, “Are you happy?” he asked her nervously.

“You know I am. Sometimes I feel like this is all a dream. You. Us. A baby. I’m so happy it’s almost frightening,” she answered honestly.

“It’s no dream, sweetheart,” Sam said, stroking her hair lovingly, his hand trembling slightly. “Oh, Christ!”

“What?” Maddie jerked her head back to look at his face. He was obviously upset. “What is it, Sam? You’re scaring me.”

“We had sex, Maddie. Rough, crazy sex. Over and over in the last few days. The baby—”

“It won’t hurt the baby, Sam. Sex is perfectly fine,” she answered with a soft laugh.

“I shouldn’t have been so rough. God, if I’d known you were pregnant—”

“If you would have known, we still would have had the same out­of­this­world sex. Sam...our baby will be fine. Trust me,” she replied, unable to wait a moment longer to kiss him. Jerking his lips to hers, she buried her hands in his hair and savored the taste of him, nipping softly at his bottom lip before soothing it with her tongue.

Sam’s control lasted about a second before he grasped the back of her head and slid his other arm completely around her waist, bringing her tightly against him as he ravished her mouth with his tongue, hot and hungry, just the way she liked it.

After he’d kissed her senseless, he groaned, pulling his mouth from hers and rested his forehead against her shoulder. “I hope it’s a girl. She’ll be a beautiful miracle just like her mother.”

“I honestly don’t care. I just want your baby. Our baby.” Maddie sighed, her whole body tingling from his kiss and begging for Sam’s possession. She pressed her body closer, rubbing against him sensually.

“Maddie, stop. You know I can’t control myself when you do that,” Sam told her sternly, but his voice was filled with longing.

“I’m hoping you won’t,” she told him sensually, sliding a hand down his chest and tracing the hard lines of his cock with her fingertips.

“If you don’t quit, I’ll have you naked and on your back in ten seconds,” Sam warned her, but his voice was almost hopeful now.

Her fingers continued to torment him, persistent, her touch becoming firmer as she smiled up at him. She started counting out loud:

“One.”

“Are you sure it’s okay?” Sam asked, his desperate eyes meeting hers, his desire and concern appearing to be in conflict.

“Yes. Positive. I would never do anything to harm our child.”

“Fuck. That feels so good, Sunshine.”

“Two.”

“Three.”

Her shirt hit the floor.

“Four.”

Her bra hit the ground.

“Five.”

“Six.”

“Seven.”

The shorts she was wearing and her panties fell to her feet at the same time.

Sam picked her up with growl, “Fuck it. I trust you, Sunshine.”

They never made it to the bedroom and Maddie never made it to the count of ten. Sam had her on her back and moaning in record time, right there in the kitchen.

Dinner burned.

They happily ordered out a few hours later.

Bonus story Three - Handling Simon

Simon Hudson paced his home office, scowling as he stared down at his iPhone.

I’m running a little late. Be home soon.

Kara had sent the text a half hour ago, and she still wasn’t home. Like the day hasn't been fucking long enough? Logically, he knew she was probably safe, on her way home from work. But when it came to Kara, he didn’t exactly operate with reason. Never had. Never would.

His analytical mind took a vacation when it came to his wife. She was his entire world, and the thought of anything harming her turned him into a dominant beast that wanted to do nothing except keep her by his side every minute of every day.

“Why the hell does she have to work? It’s not like I can’t support her.” His voice was husky, bewildered. His wife was six months pregnant, and still working full­time as a nurse at the hospital. And every time she left in the morning for what he knew had to be a grueling twelve-
hour shift, he panicked, his anxiety level on overdrive until she arrived safely at home in the

“Because she likes to work. Because she’d be bored if she didn’t. Because she worked hard for her education and wants to use it?” The amused, feminine reply sounded from the doorway of his computer lab.

Kara’s husky, teasing voice flowed over him like silk, the tension draining from his body as he stopped pacing, his eyes raking over her figure in the doorway with a covetous, possessive gaze.

Mine. My wife.

That thought hit him like a sucker punch with a baseball bat to his chest—one delivered by a major leaguer. Would there ever come a day where he didn’t find Kara more fascinating and beautiful than he did the day before? He highly doubted it. He was a lucky bastard, and he knew it.

Smiling, she moved toward him, and his heart thundered as she glided closer, his dominant genes urging him to seize and conquer her. Those desires warred with his need to protect her, to keep her safe. It was always like that with Kara, but now that she was pregnant, his protective instincts always won.

She must have showered at the hospital, and she looked beautiful in a light, floral, loose­ fitting sundress that nearly hid the swell of her abdomen. Not for the first time, Simon swore his wife was sexiest pregnant woman on earth. His cock stood at attention as he caught her enticing scent, stepping forward to seize her around the waist and hold her tightly against his body, drowning in her essence, forgetting for just a moment that he was pissed off at her for coming home late and scaring the shit out of him.

“You’re never leaving this house again,” he growled, pulling the clip from her hair and letting the silky waves flow over his fingers.

“You say that every time I come home,” Kara answered casually, winding her arms around his neck.

“I mean it this time.” And he did. Completely. He was so not letting her go to work again. His heart couldn’t take it. “Why were you late? Bad shift?” he asked curiously, slightly mollified by her nearness and the way she wrapped herself around him.

“You always mean it, but you’ll let me go again next time,” she answered confidently. “Because you love me and you know working makes me happy.”

Dammit. Why did she always play that card? It was exactly how she got to him every time. “I’m not weakening this time.” He wasn’t. Absolutely not.

“Simon...you have enough security on me to protect the entire country. And you will let me go,” she answered softly, her lips grazing over his temple, the warmth of her breath wafting over his ear. “We had a deal and you’re not breaking it.”

Oh, hell. What the fuck had possessed him to agree to any deal that entailed her being even the tiniest bit vulnerable?

Her hands wandered over his chest, meandering around to his back, her nails lightly raking over the cotton of his old t­shirt. He shuddered and closed his eyes as her tongue lightly traced the contours of his ear and cupped his jean­clad ass in her hands, rubbing her lush body sensually against his, urging his groin against her.

Oh, yeah.....that. Damn it. “It’s not working this time, sweetheart,” he answered gruffly, hating himself for the lack of conviction in his voice.

“I missed you,” she whispered softly in his ear.

Okay...fucking deflated. Demolished. Destroyed. The woman in his arms was diabolical when it came to persuasion. Kara was his greatest joy...and his biggest weakness.

Swinging her up in his arms, he told her unhappily, “I want to renegotiate by telephone with at least one room between us.”

She laughed lightly and wrapped her arms around his neck as he plunked down on a comfortable leather sofa with Kara sprawled on his lap. “No deal. You already agreed to let me work as long as the baby and I are healthy. And we are. I stopped at the doctor for my check­ up. We’re both fine,” she told him in a placating voice.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would have come with you.” He always went with her. Being in awe of her pregnancy, he never wanted to miss a thing.

Kara rolled her eyes and gently smoothed back a lock of unruly hair from his forehead. “It was just a quick check and you grill poor Dr. Shapiro every time you go with me. Last time we were there for hours.”

“I had a few questions,” Simon answered defensively.

“A few?” She gave him a sharp, disbelieving look. “It was like you were a prosecuting attorney interrogating a murder suspect. I’m lucky the poor woman still wants to deliver our baby.

Okay...maybe he had gone a little bit overboard. But he was concerned, dammit. “I want to go next time,” he said, disgruntled.

“I won’t leave you out of anything important,” she promised him sweetly. “It was supposed to be a quick check, but it took a little longer than I thought it would.”

He looked up at her, his expression immediately concerned, one hand instinctively covering her distended abdomen. “Why. Are there problems?”

Her hand covered his, stroking his fingers. “No. No problems. But I knew you really wanted to know the sex of the baby and I was being selfish when I said I didn’t want to know.”

Honestly, Simon didn’t think it was selfish at all. Kara was absolutely incapable of being selfish, and although he loved to tease her, the sex of the child she carried inside her didn’t matter. It was their child, another miracle for him, and he couldn’t have cared less if the child born because of the incredible love he shared with Kara was male or female. “It’s not selfish. You want to be surprised. I’m good with that.” Hell, he was good with anything that made his wife happy. She was the one who had to go through the pregnancy and childbirth, a whole process that still terrified the hell out of him.

“It’s a girl,” she said in a hushed voice, her eyes round and moist as she met his gaze, her smile tremulous. “I asked Dr. Shapiro to tell me. I was being hormonal when I said I didn’t want to know when I had the ultrasound. I decided I wanted to know and asked her to tell me before I changed my mind again. I want to plan. I want to buy baby clothes. We’re moving into our new home next month and I want to decorate the nursery.”

Tears started to spill from her eyes, trailing down her cheeks in a seemingly endless stream. “Don’t cry,” he demanded. Damn. He hated it when she cried, and she seemed to be doing it fairly often since she’d gotten pregnant. “Are you sure? Are you disappointed?”

Simon’s heart was hammering, slamming against his chest wall as he wiped the tears from her cheeks and cradled her head gently against his chest. He stroked her hair, waiting patiently for her to stop crying. Were her tears good or bad? He would have thought by now he would know, but her tears destroyed him completely, and he never had figured out how to tell the difference.

Please don’t let her be disappointed. She wanted a boy.

“I’m happy,” she hiccupped against his chest, the front of his t­shirt saturated. “Did you really think I cared if it was a boy or a girl?” She pulled her head back to look at him and his breath seized as he looked into her eyes. “But it does seem that you’re getting your way,” she mentioned grumpily.

“About damn time,” he grumbled back, rubbing her belly with a tenderness that belied his

“We’re having a daughter, Simon. A little girl.”

Simon felt the baby kick against his palm and he started, grinning as Kara smiled down at him, glowing with a happiness that nearly stopped his heart.

Leaning her head against his shoulder, she sighed. “I think having a girl will be wonderful. Two females to equal out the testosterone overload in the house,” she giggled against his shoulder.

Two females who will have me firmly wrapped around their little fingers. But somehow, Simon couldn’t bring himself to really care. Kara had ensnared him completely, and he would happily walk into his daughter’s net. He’d gladly be captured if the joy he was feeling was the end result. “No ganging up on me,” he insisted, pulling Kara tightly against him.

“No promises.” She straightened, straddling him, her sundress bunching at her hips as she plastered herself against him, her core pressed against his burgeoning cock.

He groaned as she ground against him, the heat of her seeping into the denim of his jeans. Supporting her head, he flipped her gently, trapping her hands over her head as he gently imprisoned her beneath him. “Promise,” he demanded, keeping Kara at his mercy.

“Nope,” she answered cheekily. “You wanted a girl and that’s what you’re getting. Mother and daughter bonding is a beautiful thing.”

He covered her mouth with his, the flame between them igniting completely as he tried to tell her everything he felt with his kiss. It was an embrace of desperate need and a joy so intense he couldn’t express himself in words. He’d never been good at telling Kara exactly how he felt—maybe because there truly weren’t any words to explain the intense emotions.

They both came out of the kiss breathless. “Promise me,” he said huskily, no longer certain what he wanted her to say. Hell, he’d give her anything she wanted, everything she desired, as long as she never left him.

“I promise I’ll love you forever,” she answered huskily, her lips swollen, her love for him shining in her eyes.

“Good enough,” he answered swiftly, knowing that she was all he’d ever wanted, all he’d ever needed, and those were the exact words he needed to hear.

Waves of fierce protectiveness washed over him, but he didn’t allow those emotions to take him over. He could be a dominant asshole tomorrow. And he most likely would be insanely possessive when the fact that he and Kara were having a little girl really had a chance to sink in.

But at that moment, as he looked into the eyes of the woman who had changed his entire life forever, all he wanted to do was love her.

And he did.


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