Thursday, August 21, 2014

'Perfect Alignment: A Perfect Fit Novel' by KB Alan


When Emma gets pulled over for speeding, the last thing she expects is for the cop to decide that his handcuffs would look a lot better on her than they do on his belt. Maybe her plan to own her sexuality by wearing a BDSM necklace wasn’t her best idea. Then again, seeing the heat in the man’s eyes as he orders her out of her car, maybe it was the best idea she’s ever had.

Drew can’t believe the risk he takes when he makes a move on the speeder in the convertible, but she’s damn near irresistible. When their encounter turns into an amazing afternoon of play, he knows he has to keep seeing her, even if it goes against all the rules he’s set for himself.

Neither Emma nor Drew is in the right place to start a relationship, so they agree to keep playing as long as they’re having fun together. And they are having a lot of fun together, especially when Drew’s best friend comes to town. Two men, one woman, and a sailboat. A recipe for pleasure, but how do Emma and Drew keep their hearts from wanting more than their practical lives are willing to deliver?

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Chapter One

“Nice Necklace.”
Emma’s head whipped around and a blush heated her cheeks. Oh god, that really had been the voice of her boss’s husband. She raised her eyes to his slowly, hope flaring that he was just being polite. One look at his sharp-eyed gaze killed that hope. How had she never pegged the man as a Dom? Alpha, sure, but it had never occurred to her that the tall, dark and scrumptious ex-military man would recognize the BDSM symbol she’d talked herself into wearing. Clearly she was an idiot. Her blush went supernova.
His grin softened into a more gentle smile. “Hey, don’t worry. I’m sure most people here won’t know what it means.”
Gamely she cleared her throat. “Yeah, well, that’s sort of what I figured. But here you are, only a few hours after I put it on.”
He laughed and reached out to take the coffee she’d been making for him, adding the lid to the to-go cup himself. “I’m sure anyone around here who knows what it means will be respectful of it.” He frowned. “And if they’re not, you let me know.”
She fiddled with the silver pendant and took a deep breath, forcing the remainder of her embarrassment away. Wasn’t this what she’d wanted? To be free to be herself? Soon she’d be starting her senior year in college, her last year of freedom. Once she went back home… Well, she didn’t want to think about that too much right now. Not when she had a full year left to live the life she wanted to live. “Thanks, Caleb.”
Another cocky wink and he turned to find his wife, interrupting the chat she was having with one of their usual customers to kiss her soundly before walking out of the coffee shop. Emma sighed as she started working on another coffee order. That was what she wanted. Not Caleb himself, exactly, though the man was pure sin. But what her friend and boss, Taryn, had found with the hottie. Love.
She’d been surprised when Taryn had hooked up with Caleb, who was so unlike her previous boyfriends. But that surprise had been nothing compared to the shock of discovering that Taryn and Caleb weren’t a couple. They were a threesome with Taryn’s best friend Richard. Emma had known the handsome and sweet doctor was gay. She hadn’t known that when Richard and Taryn weren’t involved with other people, they kept each other company in bed. All that had changed when the three had come together.
They were exclusive and though Taryn refused to do a civil or religious ceremony, Emma knew they’d done something private and they all wore rings. She thought their relationship was the healthiest one she knew of, outside of her parents. And now Emma had to wonder if the fact the three shared a bed was the most interesting thing going on in their bedroom. No! She would not imagine her boss in bed with all those hands gliding over her… No! Absolutely not going there.
She forced her mind back to her work, handing off the drinks she’d made and starting another round. Her shift wouldn’t be over for another hour. She’d been filling in for a coworker between her vacations. Junior year had come to an end and she’d immediately headed home to California to spend time with her parents. She’d loved seeing them, being there, working the family store, but she’d also been excited to come back to take a private vacation. One that would keep her mind on her own sexual needs, not those of her friends.
Being with her parents had shown her how different her life would be once she graduated college and returned full time. Not that she didn’t love it there, she did, but she just couldn’t be the free-spirited person there that she’d started to become here. Especially when it came to sex. Which was why she’d put the necklace on that morning. If this was the last year she’d be able to express her sexuality in the way that felt so natural to her, then she was going to live it to the limit.
A not-too-sharp slap on her butt startled her. “Hey, that’s sexual harassment,” she complained.
“Yeah, yeah, take it up with human resources.” Taryn grinned at her, unrepentant.
“You are human resources. And payroll, corporate and whatever else you want to be.”
“I know. I love being boss. Which reminds me.” She pulled a key ring from her back pocket and handed it to Emma. “This is your birthday present and bonus combined. It’s rented for the week, all paid up. As long as you don’t get in any accidents or anything,” she added with a grin.
Emma frowned. “I have a car. It’s not the greatest or anything, but it gets me around.”
“It’s not the greatest, and you know I hate when you take it into the city. I know you plan on going out there while you’re off, and I thought you might like to do it with your top down.”
It took a second for the meaning of that to work its way through Emma’s brain. Finally she got it and squealed. “A convertible? You got me a convertible?” She launched herself at Taryn, wrapping her up in a bear hug.
Taryn laughed. “Rented. Not got, rented. For one week, that baby’s yours.”
Emma followed the pointed finger and looked out the window to a black Mustang, top down, gleaming in the parking lot. She turned back to Taryn as the woman pressed the car key into her hand.
“Go ahead, get going. Derek just got here, I’m sending you home early. Have a great vacation.”
“Thanks, Tare. You’re the best boss I’ve ever had.”
Laughing, Taryn pulled back and shoved her toward the door. “If we don’t count relatives, I’m the only boss you’ve ever had.”
* * * * *
Late the next morning, Emma was on her way. She’d tossed and turned all night, like a kid who couldn’t sleep before going to Disneyland. She laughed as she put her suitcase in the trunk. She wouldn’t mind a visit to that park, but she was much more excited to be going where she was. Not just to Boston, but to the club she’d found, filled with people like her. And sex.
Stupid sex. Wonderful, glorious sex. Damn annoying, complicated sex. Because she couldn’t be simple. No, not Emma Lee. She had to go and get herself caught up in something fringe. Something alternative. It had taken her a long time to figure out that there was a name for the thing she wanted. Submission. She swallowed hard just thinking the word. Claiming it for herself.
She’d stumbled around, finding some books, some sites on the internet. Finally, two years ago, she’d made it to a club she liked in Boston—Apex. And she’d found home. Well, not completely, but it had been so much closer to what she wanted, what she needed, than she’d ever found before, that it had taken her a while to realize it wasn’t quite everything she dreamed of.
The club scene was fun. It was entertaining and it was hot. It was empowering. But she found it nearly impossible to actually form a relationship with anyone. There were lots of reasons, but one of the biggest was distance. The three-hour drive didn’t work well with her busy school, homework and work schedule. Normally she stayed with her friend Stephanie, but this time she’d found an online hotel deal and had treated herself. In the last year, she’d made the trip only twice, which was why she was heading there as the first part of her vacation. She was horny as hell.
Laughing at herself, she turned up the radio. The sun was shining, but not terribly bright, and the wind from the open top kept things cool. She’d chosen to take a back road rather than the highway, and had hit a long, solitary stretch. There was no one else in sight, only the occasional small side streets and driveways shooting off to either side of the road. Her foot pressed down harder on the pedal and she yanked the ponytail holder out of her hair. The wind whipped the fine strands in a massaging caress, the sun warmed her cheeks and she sang along to the music at the top of her lungs.
At the bleep of a siren, her foot eased off the gas before her brain caught up to the situation. Shit. She looked down at the speedometer and groaned when she saw it was at fifty, despite the fact she’d already slowed down some. Easing off even more, she flipped the blinker on and looked in the rearview mirror. The cop car was exactly what she’d expected to see. Sighing, she eased onto the side of the road and came to a stop. Well, she wasn’t going to let this ruin her vacation. She’d been having fun, and if she had to pay a little bit more for the privilege, so be it.
When the officer approached her door, she smiled up at him. “Sorry, I guess I got a little carried away.”
“Yes, ma’am. License, insurance and registration, please.”
She pulled the rental car paperwork from the center console and handed it to him, then grabbed her wallet out of her purse and gave him the insurance card and her driver’s license. He didn’t say anything else as he walked back to his car, so she just leaned her head against the headrest and watched his ass in the side mirror. It was a mighty fine ass.
Fifteen minutes passed quickly, spent daydreaming about men in uniforms. The cop returned, handing her back everything and giving her a ticket to sign. She did as he asked and returned it to him with a bright smile. “Thanks.”
His lips twitched a bit, but he didn’t say anything.
Returning her cards to her wallet, she was surprised when he didn’t leave. She zipped her purse closed and looked back at him. His expression, which had been casually stern before, was now hard. And…heated? Surely she was mistaken.
“Ma’am, I’d like you to step out of the car.”
She blinked as he pulled on the handle, opening her door wide. “Um. Okay.” She unbuckled the seat belt and eased out of the convertible, carefully ensuring the long skirt of her dress covered everything it should. He gestured for her to walk to the shoulder of the road. Nerves began to dance through her stomach as he led her to the back door of his cruiser. She noted the car read “Jackson”, so she’d only gone about forty miles from home before getting into trouble.
“Turn around.”
Her stomach was a hard knot as she obeyed, turning back to face him.
“Lace your fingers behind your neck.”
What the fuck? Slowly, she did as he’d ordered. She waited, but he didn’t say anything else, just stared at her. It took her a minute to realize that he’d told her to put her hands behind her neck, rather than on her head, like the TV cops did. The position was so familiar to her she hadn’t given it any thought. She blinked and looked at him again. He’d taken his sunglasses off and his eyes were steady on hers. And they were hot. Ohhhh.
He must have seen the moment she began to get it, because he moved. Smoothly he put one hand on his gun holster, unclipped it from his belt, reached through his open window and put it into his glove box. She could hear the key turn, locking, then the clink of the keys as they dropped down onto the car seat. Other than a few quick glances at what he was doing, he kept his eyes on her. Once that was done, he released her gaze and made a visual inspection of her body. She watched his eyes lower to her neck, where they studied her necklace for a beat, then lower. Her nipples tightened under his scrutiny and she was glad she was wearing a bra. Or, maybe not.
Finally he returned his look to her face and took two steps closer. His body heat enveloped her and she had to fight not to lean forward the fraction it would take to touch his chest with her breasts. He was only a little taller than her, just enough that she was staring at his mouth until she lifted her chin a bit.
“Are your arms tired?” he asked, his voice soft but no less commanding than before.
“Yes, Sir.”
“But you’ll leave them there for me, won’t you? For a little while longer?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He stepped back again, three full paces, and she had to fight not to whimper.
“This is a bad idea.”
She blinked. Whatever she’d expected him to say or do next, that wasn’t it. But he was right.
“For both of us,” she agreed. The sexual tension didn’t go away, but her mind cleared a bit and she focused on the reality of the situation, rather than the fantasy-like haze she’d let herself fall into. This wasn’t the club, wasn’t a pre-established scene. She didn’t know this man, wasn’t in a safe place, surrounded by people she trusted. And surely it was the kind of thing he could get fired for. He was trusting her not to cry foul to the authorities.
“You’d be a fool to do this.”
“So would you.” She gave him the safe words from the club. “I know when to say red and yellow.” Forcing herself to meet his eyes, to show him she was sure, she begged him with a whisper. “Please.”
He cursed and stepped forward. His large hands came up to bracket her wrists and ease her arms down to the small of her back. One hand held her wrists steady while the other came up to her cheek. His thumb brushed along her jaw line, teased her lower lip, then he dropped his hand down to finger her necklace.
“And green?” he asked, his gaze intent.
She nodded and gave him the word that would let him know it was okay to proceed. “Yes. Green.”

“Follow me,” he snapped. Drew took her hand in his and practically towed the lovely siren to her car, gently pushed her into the driver’s seat and stalked back to his cruiser. He shouldn’t let her drive, but they were only going a mile down a back county road, and taking her away from her car wasn’t safe for her. He couldn’t seem to stop himself, couldn’t seem to let logic overcome his desires. And fuck, he desired. He’d just come home from a long shift and stopped at the end of his driveway to get the mail when a car had blown past him, going too fast. Reversing quickly he’d been shocked to find himself smiling at the sight of the black hair streaming in the wind, the face turned up to the sun, and the pouty lips he glimpsed in the rearview mirror, singing enthusiastically.
When he’d gotten to her door, he’d been expecting attitude. Or nerves. Those were the normal reactions to being pulled over. But no, not this one. She’d smiled up at him, bright with a touch of apology, and not a single hint of complaint. He’d thought maybe she was about to turn on the charm, try to flirt her way out of the ticket. The brief consideration he’d given the idea had pissed him off, but no. She hadn’t flirted, hadn’t teased. Hadn’t done anything but wait patiently for him to return. And the whole time he was running her on the car computer, he was seeing that necklace of hers in his mind. He knew what it meant. And his cock was telling him it had been far, far too long since he’d gone into the city to satisfy his needs. Needs he found too dark to attempt to meet in the small town he lived and worked in. Needs she would know all about.
Still, he hadn’t planned his next move. He’d meant only to caution her to drive more carefully and send her on her way. Her surprise at his words mirrored his own, but he didn’t let her see that. Didn’t let her see anything other than calm confidence and command. And she’d responded. A touch of fear tempered by the fact that she knew she hadn’t done anything wrong. He’d led her to the other side of the cars for a little bit of cover, though he didn’t think anyone would come along the road anytime soon. But better safe than sorry.
He snorted to himself as he eased the car back onto the road and moved ahead, waiting for her to fall in after him. Safe? None of this was safe. It was about the stupidest thing he could ever remember doing. Not only did he risk his job if she turned out to be crazy, but he never mixed his work life with his play life. Hell, he really didn’t mix his home life with it either. Playing was for the clubs, for the city. Not for home, where it would be too easy for his coworkers to discover his less than typical sexual proclivities.
But he held his breath until she moved in behind him and followed as he made a wide U-turn and headed back to his driveway. Within three minutes they were bumping along the dirt drive and he wished he’d thought to warn her to put the top up. She slowed down, letting him get farther ahead so the dust didn’t completely swamp her. But she kept moving forward.
Parking next to the old barn, he rolled up his windows and waited patiently for her to catch up. When she turned off the Mustang, he got out of the cruiser and hurried over to open her door. The surprised pleasure on her face almost made him grin, but he held it back, felt himself falling back into Dom mode. A quick glimpse of a tattoo on her ankle made him itch to get a closer look at her. All of her. He took her hand and led her into the barn.
It was a clean space that hadn’t been used for its intended purpose since long before he’d bought the house. He occasionally brought furniture in here to strip and refinish, stored some of his brother’s belongings in the hayloft, and had some gym equipment set up in one corner for when the weather was too nasty to jog. Flipping on the lights, he pointed to a spot in the center of a large, clear area. She walked to it and sank down to her knees gracefully, resting her butt on her heels, her hands on her thighs, legs parted. Then she betrayed herself by glancing up to check his reaction. Again, he had to hide a smile. She was freaking adorable.
Twenty-four, according to her license, which had told him her full name, as well as her address in North Fork, the college town a few miles away. It had listed her height at five foot nine and her weight at one hundred and twenty pounds, though he suspected she should add some to that now. Not that he was complaining. He was quite happy with every pound he’d seen, every inch, everything. Her black hair and brown skin spoke of some sort of heritage, though he couldn’t quite figure out what. Emma Lee was young and beautiful and his. At least for the next little while.
He wondered what she was thinking. He was thinking that if she were a friend of his he’d paddle her bottom black and blue for doing such a stupid thing with a complete stranger. It was totally irresponsible to be contemplating something like this without knowing who he was, let alone talking first and setting up parameters. He knew he wouldn’t do anything dangerous, wouldn’t skirt any lines that might be troublesome areas for her. But she couldn’t know that.
He took the handcuffs out of their case on his belt and watched her eyes narrow. She took in a breath and opened her mouth, then shut it as he tossed the cuffs off to the side. Good. It would have been idiotic to allow a perfect stranger to restrain her that way, and he was glad to know she would have objected. The rest of the items on his belt followed the cuffs, then he reached for the buckle. She nibbled on her lip as he slid the leather free and added it to the pile. He didn’t want all that creaking bulk for the next little while.
“What’s your name?” he asked, wanting to hear her say it.
Her pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips. “Emma.” She started to say more, stopped herself, clearly unsure whether she was allowed to talk or not.
He nodded. “It’s not so easy when you don’t know what protocol to follow. Not so smart, either.”
She didn’t deny it. “I thought we’d already established that.”
A snort escaped him. “So we did.”
“What’s your name?”
“Andrew Robinson. Drew.”
Her lips formed his name, testing it, but she didn’t give it any sound. He wanted that, to hear his name on her lips. Luckily, in these situations, what he wanted, he got.
“Say it.”
“Officer Robinson.”
He shook his head. No, despite the stupid situation he was currently pursuing, and despite the increasingly demanding desire to use his handcuffs on her, work was separate from play. “Drew.”
“Drew,” she repeated. “Sir.”
His heart gave an annoying little thud. He liked the way those words sounded on her lips.
“I’m going to need to search you.” He gestured to the wall behind her. “Hands against the wall, feet spread wide.”
She rose slowly and swiveled around, putting a little extra sashay in her hips that the low sandals she wore didn’t account for. Little tease. No, that wasn’t right. She wasn’t teasing him because he was pretty sure she had every intention of following through. Only his damn honor would dictate how far he’d let it go. Leaning forward, she braced herself against the wall and spread her legs wide, tilting her hips so her pert ass pointed right at him.
Adjusting his cock behind his uniform pants, he moved forward, past the inviting ass, until he was next to her face. He speared his fingers through her silky hair, grazing her scalp with a little massage before fisting what hair he’d caught and using it to turn her head up to him.
“Do you have anything dangerous on your person? Any weapons or needles?”
Her breath came out in tiny little puffs that he felt against his arm. Her eyes were dilated and heavy with need.
“No, Sir.”
He let her hair go and slid his hand down the back of her neck, squeezing gently. He brought up his other hand and moved them along her bare arms to her wrists, gave another squeeze. Since she’d dropped her head back down, he didn’t hold back the little smile that her answering moan brought to his lips. Sliding his hands back down the insides of her arms, he gave a quick tickle at her armpits. She jerked slightly, but held her position.
He cupped her breasts. She sawed in a much deeper breath, pushing herself into his grip. A perfect handful, deliciously heavy. His quick swipe of her nipples brought a nearly soundless gasp. Spreading his hands wide, he moved lower, tracing along her ribs, molding the dress to her body as he stepped around and between her legs. It took more effort than it should to keep from pressing up against her ass. Continuing the journey, he brought his hands down her hips and the outsides of her legs until he reached her ankles.
He rubbed his thumb along the small clutch of flowers inked into her skin. Stretched out as she was, it forced him to crouch down, putting his face against the fabric of her dress, pulled tight between her legs. A quick squeeze of her ankles and he curled his hands in, beginning the return journey. Her calves flexed under his palms, his skin encountered fabric as he reached her knees, and from that point on, the dress rose with his arms.
When his hands came back together at her center, he gave only the barest brush against her underwear before letting go and standing up. He moved so that his legs where on either side of her right leg and placed his left hand on the back of her neck, feeling the slight shiver just as he moved his right hand to cup her pussy. She lifted to her toes for just a second before settling back down into his touch. Silky panties did little to keep him from the wet heat. He pressed in close, tucked his face into the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply. Little goose bumps raced up her arms and the fabric under his fingers got wetter.
“Hmm,” he murmured into her neck. “Nothing in your clothes, no weapons strapped to your body.”
“No, Sir, nothing hidden, I swear. Please, Sir, let me go, I won’t trouble you any further.” She’d pitched her voice into that of a helpless maiden, and he had to smile at her role-playing. Somehow, though, he didn’t think the breathless quality of the words was feigned.
“I don’t know, missy. Seems there are still a few places you could be hiding things.”
She turned her face up to his, her eyes over-wide. “Sir! I don’t know what you mean!”
Mmm, hmm.” He lowered his head the scant distance to mate his mouth with hers. She responded instantly, boldly, tangling her tongue with his until he nipped her, reminding her of her role. She obediently pulled back, letting him explore her mouth at his leisure. Her ass, however, began a slow movement, her hips swinging just a bit, just enough to brush her against his already achingly hard cock.
He pulled back from the kiss and swatted her pussy at the same time. She gave a startled squeak and stilled her movements.
“Nothing hidden in your mouth,” he commented.
She stuck her tongue out at him, but he chose to ignore it, moving behind her so she wouldn’t see his grin. He had a feeling role-playing wasn’t her usual game. It wasn’t his, either, but the situation fairly demanded it. The fingers he held against her panties slid carefully up to tease at the elastic edge.
“What about here?” he asked. “Are you sure you don’t want to admit to anything hidden here? Anything dangerous?” He punctuated the question with a sharp nibble on her neck.
She gasped but remained quiet.
“I guess I’ll just have to check for myself.”

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Author Bio:

KB Alan lives the single life in Southern California. She acknowledges that she should probably turn off the computer and leave the house once in a while in order to find her own happily ever after, but for now she’s content to delude herself with the theory that Mr. Right is bound to come knocking on her door through no real effort of her own. Please refrain from pointing out the many flaws in this system. Other comments, however, are happily received.

Cover Reveal! 'Stone: At Your Service' by Rie Warren

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One bad boy mechanic, one sexy romance writer, and an impossible situation. Hell on wheels? More like hell in high heels.

Bad boy mechanic Josh Stone likes to get his hands dirty any way he can—the filthier, the better. Ever since his wife walked out on him and their young son, he’s only had room in his heart for two loves: the kid and cars.

Roped into playing his best buddy’s gay boyfriend during a romance writers convention, the player meets the girl who’s gonna rock his world. Leelee Songchild. Shy, bashful, beautiful Leelee who blushes at the drop of a hat yet writes hardcore smut to rival Josh’s backlist of Penthouse Forum.

The only problem is his hands are tied. Josh can’t stab his old friend/fake lover in the back even though all he wants to do is take luscious Leelee to bed, and maybe, love her. When the truth comes out, all hell breaks loose. Too bad romance is just for books.

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“What the hell are you wearin’?” I asked before my mouth caught up with my brain.

“Oh! I don’t usually dress like this. It’s for the convention.” Peering down at herself, she smoothed one hand along her hip and angled her ankle behind her.

She continued talking, but I was done listening because every ounce of my attention was aimed at the disarming display—disarming display? I need to stop readin’ Nicky’s shit—of . . . hotness in front of me. This dress was going into the Handjob Hall of Fame. V-neck, off the shoulder, down to mid-thigh, rose-colored. Leelee’s hair was twisty and curly and perfect for grabbing while I rode her hard from behind. And the shoes on her feet should be outlawed in all fifty states for being unlawful very-fucking-hot violations. They were a deeper shade than her dress, spiky, and showing sexy toe cleavage.

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A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around.

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Wednesday, August 20, 2014

'What If It's Love?' by Alix Nichols Book Tour Blast!


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Introverted heiress Lena moves to Paris to nurse old wounds reopened by her neglectful boyfriend. Enter Rob, a charismatic and handsome Frenchman who waits tables at La Bohème -- a café on Lena’s street -- and has big dreams.

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Alix_coffee_VS - copieAbout the Author:

I am an avid reader of chick lit, romance and fantasy, caffeine addict and a badge-wearing Mr. Darcy/Colin Firth fan.

I released my first book at the age of six. It had six postcard-size pages stitched together and bound in velvet paper. The book was titled “Eliza and Robert” and had atrocious mistakes in every single word. Some words were written in mirror image. Unintentionally. I remember being immensely proud of my creation.

Turns out there’s a remarkable constancy to my life: decades later, I still love the name Robert and the genre romance. As for my spelling and grammar, they are only marginally better than at age six (thank God for editors!).

I live and work in Paris, France. When not writing, I read romance (what else?) and spend time with my family.

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'Brought to His Knees: An Anthology'

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Date Published: March 29, 2011

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The Alpha male. Strong. In control. Letting no one and nothing rule him…until he meets the one, and all bets are off. The world tilts, the bed rocks, and suddenly that tough guy finds himself Brought to His Knees—in more ways than one.

This collection of ten hot to erotic novellas and one short erotic novel will take you on journeys of lust, love, and adventure, leave you breathless and quite possibly in need of a cold shower.

A.M. Griffin ~ Dark Wolf Enterprises

Murder, mayhem and imprinting with a hot wolf shifter… And they say being an accountant is boring.


The big break Trudy Hollander’s small accounting firm needs has finally arrived, but unfortunately it comes with murder, mayhem and Kristof Farkas, a man she just can’t seem to resist. Even worse, Kristof is the CFO of Dark Wolf Enterprises—the one person who can pull the plug on the job that will take her company to the next level.

And then there are the assassins who can jump from three stories up and still be able to run away…

Kristof has no intention of giving in to his inner wolf and claiming Trudy. She’s human. Too fragile to withstand being a shifter’s mate. But the need to protect her is stronger than his resolve, and his desire is more powerful yet. He’ll fight with everything he has to keep her safe, both from those who would hurt her, and from himself.

Amy Ruttan ~ Building Bridges

A vet tech and a lone wolf rancher ride out a sudden storm, but can they weather the emotions they stir up in each other...


Vet tech Molly has the hots for new rancher William, even though he’s ornery and a bit of a lone wolf. She’s willing to take a chance and enjoy a stolen moment of passion in his arms, but she’s having doubts about leaving everything she knows behind to follow her dream.

William has saved up for years to finally get his grandfather’s ranch up and running again. Escaping into the foothills of Alberta is a good place to hide from the ghosts of his past. All he wants is to be left alone, but that’s kind of hard when a sexy vet tech seems to be always around.

After a sudden storm during an Indian summer forces them indoors, the temperature inside the cabin begins to rise. William helps Molly see that her dream is worth pursuing while she shows him maybe he doesn’t have to be alone after all. As the temperature plummets William gives Molly one ride she’ll never forget.

Anya Richards ~ Three Strikes
Two lonely men. One secret affair. Irresistible passion that will push them both to the breaking point, and beyond.


A knife attack left ex-Jamaican Posse member Vincent Williams scarred and also made him re-evaluate his life. He’s out of the gang and also the closet but lonely, yet to meet a man who’s interested in more than a one-and-done, a brief sexual encounter.

Because of his career as a police officer, Sergeant Kyle Pictou is afraid of coming out. Normally he doesn’t play close to home, but something about Vincent compels him to take a chance. It’s just sex, after all. Yet, as desire evolves into friendship and seemingly boundless passion, it’s Kyle who’s left wanting more—though he knows he can’t have it.

Cynthia D’Alba ~ A Cowboy’s Seduction

One exhausted cowboy + One uptight account x A tropical resort = A hot seduction. But who is seducing whom?


Brock Wade has raised his brothers and sister since their parents’ deaths fourteen years ago. All work and no vacation can make a cowboy a tad grumpy, or at least that’s what his family and crew believe. Brock wants to spend the two weeks before Christmas working as usual. Instead he’s forced by his siblings to take a vacation to the Sand Castle Resort…a vacation he doesn’t want to a Caribbean resort he’s never heard of. He’s sure he’ll be miserable the whole time.

Natalie Diamond is dreaming of getting out of icy Memphis and down to her parents’ oceanfront condo for a couple of weeks of rest and warmth. When her parents accept an out-of-town invitation, she’s sure she’ll be stuck at home watching it sleet and snow. But instead of leaving Natalie shivering, her parents send her on an all-expense paid trip to the Sand Castle Resort.

A casual friendship over drinks rapidly evolves into a hot seduction, which is great until feelings get involved. When vacation is over, Brock and Natalie are forced to make the difficult decision to walk away or see where life might lead them.

But falling in love in two weeks isn’t possible. Right?

Danica Avet ~ Born to Sin

A tomboy in love makes a desperate attempt to seduce her best friend and succeeds beyond her wildest dreams. But this Alpha male isn’t easily tamed and has secrets that could very well tear them apart.


Just another one of the guys. That’s how Taylor Guillory has always been treated in her hometown of Grand Terre, Louisiana. And for the most part she never minded until Sinclair “Sin” Rivas opened up shop in town. With his dangerous eyes and legendary sex god status, Sin is so far out of her league, but that doesn’t stop Taylor from falling in love with the impossible man, or doing something so daring and unlike her for the chance to be with him.

Knowing he’s no good for her, Sin has stayed far away from Taylor since the day she walked into his shop, but when the little spitfire propositions him in the middle of the bar, there’s no way he’ll be able to walk away from the temptation. But his one-night only rule when it comes to women is challenged by the pleasure they experience, making him think that he might be a one-woman man after all.

But Sin has secrets that could very well destroy anything they forge together. Can a man born of sin find redemption in the arms of a woman just as tough as any man?

Felice Fox ~ The Sound of Your Name

Their silent erotic encounters change his luck and awaken his soul, but secrets and cowboy superstitions can only keep them apart.


Ellie Donovan couldn’t care less about pro bull riders, until she’s sent out on the circuit to do a story about them for Modern Luxury magazine. She’d done many things to get a great story, but pimping herself out to a cowboy who thinks she’s the only thing keeping him on track for the gold buckle isn’t one of them. Being sexy Brody’s good luck charm isn’t exactly a hardship—until she discovers she doesn’t want it to end.

Brody Cameron can’t help bowing to cowboy superstition on the night he should have lost his spot on the pro circuit, when a secret tryst with a pretty stranger changes his luck, and his heart, forever. Caught between the love he wants and the money his family needs, Brody can’t share the truth with Ellie and risk losing his shot at the big money.

But when Cameron family secrets are exposed, and a jealous rival threatens to tear them apart, can Ellie and Brody break their silence without breaking each other’s hearts?

Jennifer Kacey ~ Beneath the Pages

One wicked night with her did nothing but whet his appetite. Now he’ll settle for nothing less than her complete submission.


Acacia owns and runs Fame, one of the hottest celebrity magazines in the country. She survives on convincing the rich and famous to reveal things they would normally do anything to keep hidden. She lives, eats and breathes the magazine. Day in and day out. She has no life, nothing to keep in the dark. Nothing but the night she gave herself over to the one man she never should have wanted.

Radigan, the most sought after actor in Hollywood, wants her again, and won’t take no for an answer. He had her for one night. Several hours of the best sex of his entire life, but she was gone the next morning before the sun had fully risen. His attempts to contact her have gone unanswered. Everything he’s tried so far has been a miserable failure. But he finally knows what to do to slip beneath the pages of her heart.

This time he’s playing for keeps and the exclusive rights to her body, heart and soul.

Lynne Silver ~ Cruising for Love

A vacation cruise comes with surprises—like the BDSM theme and her high school love, the one man she can’t resist.


When Andi Greene heads out on a cruise, she’s pumped for a fun week of sun bathing and chilling with her best friend. Little does she know her best friend has a number of surprises in store. The first is the cruise’s theme of bondage and domination. The other? Ship’s doctor Jonah Coleman, Andi’s first love, her high school boyfriend—the boy she thought she’d marry before he moved across the country and eventually dropped her cold. But there’s nothing cold about their reunion. Instead sparks fly, and Andi’s relaxing cruise seems set to turn into a week of hot loving.

Jonah can’t believe he’s getting a second chance with Andi—a grown-up Andi who might need more than he knows how to give. But he’s willing to put everything on the line to find out if the heat between them is just the remnants of teenage love or something more. And even though he has to let her go again, he’s determined this time she’ll never forget him.

Sabrina York ~ Whipped

A scalding attraction. An irresistible passion. A pity she’s the one woman he can never have…


Dane Coulter is mourning the loss of his best friend, fellow Special Ops buddy, Cody. Oh, Cody didn’t die. It’s worse. He’s getting married. Cody is, in Dane’s opinion, whipped.

Dane swears he will never suffer the same fate. But when he meets a woman who can take all his dominant loving and beg for more, he realizes he may have met his match. It’s a damn shame she’s the one woman in the world his man-code deems untouchable…his best friend’s sister.

Sayde Grace ~ Chief Sin

A taste of Sin isn’t enough. Instead she wants all of him, including the heart she once broke.


Mavis Tanem has the world at her feet. She’s young, wealthy, and independent, yet none of that means anything. Years of seeking revenge against her father have left her cold and hard. There’s no place in her life for softness—for love. Yet when her brother goes missing she’s forced to go back to where it all started. And back to Bowie Sinet, the man she broke.

The devil was back in Tanem, Texas and Bowie is ready for the smart-mouthed and sexy as hell woman who’d torn his heart to pieces. As sheriff he’s used his handcuffs for a lot, but what he wants to do with them and Mavis might just be against the law, in more ways than one.

A single night is too much and yet not enough for either of them. They both know it’s too late to change the past, but maybe together they can exorcise the ghosts that haunt them, and find some peace.

Tina Donahue ~ Make Me Surrender

When it comes to two of the hottest guys in town, she has a proposition…to win their attention, passion, hearts.


For over a year, Mercy’s had her eye on Travis and Dutch, two of the hottest guys on the Oregon coast. Dark and dangerously virile, Travis owns a saloon that caters to bikers. Dutch looks like one, right down to his impressive tats, and operates a motorcycle repair shop on the premises.

When a position opens in the saloon’s kitchen, Mercy sees a way to be near these sinfully sexy men, wanting the job and lodging, her cabin snuggled between theirs.

Travis isn’t so sure about having Mercy nearby. She’s deliciously curvy, but too nice. He’s into temporary fun. To Dutch, forever is a dirty word.

Imagine their surprise when sweet little Mercy encourages wild nights of carnal pleasure with a dash of bondage and spanking…followed by friendship and tenderness.

Before she’s through, these tough guys won’t know what hit them.


About the authors:

A.M. Griffin:

A. M. Griffin is a wife who rarely cooks, mother of three, dog owner (and sometimes dog owned), a daughter, sister, aunt and friend. She’s a hard worker whose two favorite outlets are reading and writing. She enjoys reading everything from mystery novels to historical romances and of course fantasy romance. She is a believer in the unbelievable, open to all possibilities from mermaids in our oceans and seas, angels in the skies and intelligent life forms in distant galaxies. ARC for new books are here. Sign up for my newsletter to receive info and giveaways.

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Amy Ruttan:

Born and raised in Toronto, Ontario, Amy fled the big city to settle down with the country boy of her dreams. When she's not furiously typing away at her computer, she's a mom to three children.

Life got in the way, and after the birth of her second child, she decided to pursue her dream of becoming a romance author.

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Anya Richards:

Multi-published author Anya Richards lives with her husband, youngest kid, a mutt, and two cats that plot world domination one food bowl at a time. The humans support her writing while the animals see her preoccupation as a goad.

Insatiably curious and irreverent, Anya loves history, music, the sea and a good rum punch. To learn more drop by Anya’s website or follow her on Twitter @AnyaRwrites.

Cynthia D'Alba:

Award winning author Cynthia D’Alba was born and raised in Arkansas. After being gone for seventeen years, she’s thrilled to be back home living on the banks of an eight-thousand acre lake. When she’s not reading, writing or plotting, she’s doorman for her two dogs, cook, housekeeper and chief bottle washer for her husband and slave to a noisy, messy parrot. She loves to chat online with friends and fans.

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Danica Avet:

Danica Avet was born and raised in the wilds of South Louisiana where mosquitoes are big enough to carry off small children and there are only two seasons: hot and hotter. With a BA in History, she figured there were enough fry cooks in the world and decided to try her hand at writing. When she isn't writing, working or contemplating the complexities of the universe, she spends time gathering inspiration from her insane family, reads far more than any sane person would want to and watches hot, burly men chase an oblong ball all over a field.

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Felice Fox:

Felice is a big fan of bluegrass and country, and a lover of all things woodsy and romantic. Her cowboys have been described as “a danger to panties everywhere” (Herding Cats & Burning Soup) and “not for the faint of heart” (Fresh Fiction). Felice lives, loves and occasionally sends out naughty text messages from Silver Lake, California.

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Jennifer Kacey:

Jennifer Kacey is a wife, mother, and business owner living with her family in the great state of Texas. She writes contemporary, adores menage, but regardless of the number of partners each tale she weaves will come with a full side order of kink. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.

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Lynne Silver:

By day, Lynne lives the suburban soccer mom life; volunteering with the PTA, doing laundry and working. By night she enters the sensuous world of alpha males and passionate heroines.

She lives in an old fixer-upper with her husband and their two sons. When not writing romance, she reads it. Lots of it. Over and over and over again, preferably with a bag of M&Ms in hand.

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Sabrina York:

Her Royal Hotness, Sabrina York, is the award winning author of over 20 hot, humorous stories for smart and sexy readers. Her titles range from sweet & sexy erotic romance to scorching BDSM. Visit her webpage at to check out her books, excerpts and contests, to download her free Teaser Book and enter to win the royal tiara

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Sayde Grace:

A native of South Alabama Sayde Grace was raised among the cotton fields and dirt roads of the south. A lifelong story teller, Sayde began writing full time five years ago. Her books range from romantic suspense to erotica. Growing up in the equine and cattle industry have given her a behind the scenes knowledge of the industry.
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Tina Donahue:

Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist for Samhain, Ellora’s Cave, and Kensington. Her romances have been finalists in the EPIC competition, named Book of the Year at a French review site, received an Award of Merit in the Holt Medallion competition, and won second place in the NEC RWA contest. Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market and is a total chocoholic.

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