#EroticRomance #GLBT #FirstChapters PASSION’S FIRE by #author Jenna Rose Ellis @ChainedHeartsPb #TRRezine #Ezine




“Fantastic read, I look forward to more books from Jenna. I really enjoyed Claire and Michael and Sam and James also. Heartwarming. ” ~ Crystal Sin, on Amazon

“Awesome! I like how understanding Michael is of Claire, how he soothes her and bolsters her courage and confidence regarding her sexuality. Great hero, and totally made the book for me. Would that all men are like him. I like his vulnerability toward the end, and Claire is so naughty to tease him…” ~ Ashia, on GoodReads




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Three’s a crowd. Four is passion incarnate.

Her cousin’s plan sounds just like what the doctor ordered: Spend time–much naked time–with a hunky man or three to forget her vile ex, who’d called her a cold fish or worse. Claire’s determined to prove him wrong.

And prove him she does–in an incredible foursome that stretched her boundaries and gave her more orgasms than her ex ever did.

When she finds herself falling for one of the guys, would one man be enough for her or would she need all three men to ignite passion’s fire?

Product Warnings: This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language and sexual situations such as m/m pairing, four-way sex involving m/f/m/m pairing, and triple penetration.and triple penetration.

Chapter One

Claire shifted her feet impatiently as raucous men’s laughter drifted out from beneath the closed door. Oh God. Her pulse speeded up and she could hear her heartbeat loud in her ears. There was more than one of them in there.

She wished, oh she wished he would be here—

The door jerked open, and Claire found herself staring into the attractive face of the man she’d seen before at Frank’s wedding, a face that had set her heart beating with unaccustomed rhythm three weeks ago and which was having the same effect on her tonight.

It was him. He had come.

“Yes? You’re the woman Jenny texted us about? We thought you weren’t coming.” He came a step forward and looked at her closely. He snapped his fingers. “You’re Frank’s and Jenny’s cousin, right?”

“You know me?” She was horrified to hear her voice squeak. He knew her from Frank’s wedding? She couldn’t quite credit it. But if not from there, then from what occasion did he identify her? They certainly hadn’t met before, and she knew Jenny hadn’t revealed her identity in the text messages.

Perhaps she had left a little impression on him after all.

“But of course. Claire Gilliard. What red-blooded man wouldn’t remember Frank’s very sexy cousin?”

His voice was too smooth and too charming. That was probably how he enticed women into his bed. Unfortunately for him, its effect on her was the opposite, and she saw past his words to the logic behind.

“All right,” she said wryly. “Let’s cut the crap. I look enough like Frank and Jenny to be their sister, and you have probably heard enough about me from them to remember my name, seeing as I’m his only cousin. I’ll be honest and tell you I’ve seen you at the wedding.”

The understatement of the day. Having her fantasy man appear in front of her had already placed her at a disadvantage, and she wasn’t giving this man more bullets to throw at her.

“But you don’t remember my name.” He finished the thought she deliberately left hanging, because she would’ve been lying if she’d said it. This way, she needn’t confirm or disprove his assumption. His deep-set brown eyes twinkled. “Ouch. My ego’s hurt.”

“I daresay you’ll survive.”

“Michael Lane.”

I know.

She didn’t think he’d bow but he did. “I’ll introduce you to the other guys in a minute. Come in, Miss Gilliard. Allow me to get your bag.” He stooped, picked up her overnight carrier and gestured for her to precede him into the cottage.

She went in, conscious of his presence behind her. She took her time looking around the tiny living room, though the cottage hadn’t changed much since she was here a few months ago. She was buying time for herself, because she didn’t know what to do.

How did one start a one-night stand?

Jenny did say she hoped more than one man would answer the call so that Claire could have several men to choose from. Should she ask Michael to arrange the men to parade in their swim trunks and evening clothes, like those in the beauty pageants, so she could judge and make a decision from among them? On the other hand, why bother when the man she wanted was right there—

The cottage door slammed shut behind her.

She pasted a bright smile on her lips and turned. “Which bedroom should I use?”

He quirked an eyebrow and set down her bag. He walked the few steps toward her with such predatory grace that her heart thudded against her rib cage and her shoulder bag slid to the floor from her nerveless hand, the strap having slipped down her shoulder ages ago. His lazy gaze strayed from her head down to her toes and lingered at some prominent places that had her tingling, something she hadn’t experienced before. He stopped in front of her and stared at her with a faint smile, his hand coming up to caress her cheek. “Maybe you should share mine.”

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#EroticRomance #FirstChapters COURTING TROUBLE by @KDean_writer @HarperCollinsUK #TRRezine #Ezine




“Kimberly Dean has the right blend of sugar and spice, soft and hard, sweet and angsty as well as just a dab of fun and drama thrown in for effect.” ~ RJ on Goodreads

Loved it, I devoured this book.” ~ Ufuoma on Goodreads

“Jason that boy is bossy with a capital B… I enjoyed this book I loved Jason. ~ Heather on Goodreads




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When times get tough, how bad does a good girl have to get?

Sienna Blakely is bright, articulate, underemployed and forced to rely on the one asset she vowed never to use – her looks.

With bills piling up, Sienna signs a contract with Luxxor Escort Services. A contract that strictly forbids any sexual contact with clients… And then she’s assigned to companion Jason Sloan. Just meeting the man causes a full-body jolt. Arrogant, powerful, and sexy, he’s trouble. And he can see through the facade she’s erected, right down to the intelligent and sensual woman underneath. He challenges her wits, and he challenges the rules.

Chapter One

She checked her email first to see if she’d had any responses to the on-line applications she’d submitted. Her nose crinkled when all she found was spam sent out by the stores she frequented and a message from her mother.

Four months.

It had been four months since she’d graduated with her master’s degree, and she’d yet to get more than a nibble at full-time employment – and it wasn’t as if she’d waited to start her search until she had her diploma.

She ran a hand through her hair, flipping it over to the side. The advancement of technology hadn’t been a friend to jobseekers. Résumés seemingly fell into a black hole, never once reaching human eyes, and companies were so rude these days. She’d applied to nearly a hundred places, but only a handful of businesses had set up an automatic reply to let her know they’d received her materials. The ones who’d actually interviewed her hadn’t followed up, even though she’d sent thank-you notes and polite inquiries on the status of the job openings. Her recruiter said that businesses were simply fearful of lawsuits.

Sienna blamed it all on abysmal business etiquette.

She had a master’s in corporate communications, after all. She’d learned that sort of thing.

Closing her eyes, she tried to slow her breaths. The all too familiar sense of panic and helplessness was back.

And jealousy.

Moans from the next room made her turn up the volume on her music. She nibbled on a shrimp quiche and opened the email from her mom.

Her jaw set when she read it.

She knew her mother was trying to be helpful, but she hadn’t even sent along an encouraging message this time. She’d simply forwarded the job posting.

Customer Success Associate.

Code for call center.

Sienna sank back onto the pillow she’d propped up behind her. She hadn’t won an advanced degree in order to take a minimum-wage job. She could hear her mother even now, though, arguing that the job was at least in communications.

Sienna rubbed her temple and nearly groaned along with the couple coupling in the next room.

Was she being too picky? Too snobbish?

The green fish dress glinted at her from across the room. She didn’t think so. She was making more from waitressing, and she got tips. Tips that she needed. Living in DC wasn’t cheap, even on the outskirts.

The panic started to flare again. Should she start looking outside the capital area? She’d sent résumés up and down the East Coast. Should she start applying out west? She didn’t know anybody out that way, but she’d lived in places across the world. She could adjust.

Shaking her head, she closed the email and switched over to social media. She might as well. It wasn’t as if it was quiet enough for her to consider sleeping.

“Yeah, baby. Just like that . . .” A shiver shot down the back of her neck.

OK, that had been kind of hot. And dominant . . .

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#EroticRomance #FirstChapters : DADDY MOREBUCKS by @NormandieA #TRRezine #Ezine

“I really enjoyed this story because it shows the true nature of a Daddy Dom/Sub relationship. It gives you a taste of age play without the extremes. Daddy Morebucks shows you what a Daddy Dom truly is; someone that can care for you endlessly but also punish you when you’ve broken the rules.” ~ 5 Stars from Felicity at Mad Gypsy in Wonderland

“Forget Fifty Shades, this book is what having a Bdsm relationship is what its all about. The dominance and submissiveness between James and Marley is extremely hot. The love between the two draws you in. I couldn’t put the book down.” ~ 5 stars from NailzbyKaz

“I thoroughly enjoyed this book! I absolutely adored Marley, her character had me laughing out loud at times and I just love that! This book has a well developed plot with great character depth, you can’t help but feel compassion for Marley’s difficulties or for James’ wariness based on prior relationships… I eagerly await book two!” ~ 5 stars from SH at Amazon


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From the moment she laid eyes upon him, Marley knew in her heart that James was not just another client, and the difference wasn’t even the large sum of money he offered in return for a single night of submission. No, what set him apart was the fact that when she called James “daddy”, it was her own heart which beat faster and her own body which ached with need.

After that night, Marley does her best to put all thought of him behind her, using the huge payday he provided to get on her feet again and start over… until James knocks on her door and walks right back into her life. He makes her a simple offer: if she will live with him and submit to him whenever he wishes, he will provide for her every desire.

Even before she accepts his offer, Marley knows that what she truly wants is not money or clothing or even a fancy new car. What she longs for is a daddy who will give his little girl what she really needs… a daddy who will spank her bare bottom when she is naughty, tie her up and take her any way he pleases, and then cuddle her until she falls asleep in his arms. Can she dare to hope that James will be that daddy?

Chapter One

Sitting on the barstool, Marley crossed her fingers and legs for luck. She tried, but couldn’t quite get her toes to cross in high-heeled shoes. Dear God, please let this be the right place for a score.

In a flirtatious gesture, she tossed her jet-black hair over her shoulder and glanced around the swanky hotel bar for prospects. The sophisticated low lighting and the rich mahogany furnishings gave the place a cozy, yet elegant feel. Elaborate sconces dotted the walls. Exotic plants warmed the metallic, modern tables and the sleek bar at which she sat.

The other patrons were lost in conversation. No loners. No potential johns. Marley sighed deeply. With only enough money for one cocktail, she realized her time was limited. She couldn’t nurse the same drink all night.

“What the hell,” she thought and took a slug of her mojito.

She was about to ask the bartender if he knew where she could find some action when a nervous-looking gentleman carrying a briefcase walked into the lounge. He scanned the room like someone who had just realized he lost his wallet and was returning to the place where he hoped to God he’d find it.

Marley looked at him with interest. This guy had potential. The man glanced up, meeting her gaze. Relief washed over his face, and he stalked straight toward her.

“Um, may I help you?” Marley asked.

“Oh, I hope so. May I sit down?” He indicated the bar stool next to hers.

Upon further inspection he didn’t look like her usual clients—businessmen far from home—but you never knew and she was desperate not to have to spend the night in the shelter again tonight. “Suit yourself.” She shrugged.

He sat down heavily, mopping his brow with a napkin from a stack atop the bar. His head was shiny, bald as a cue ball, and he wore glasses with thick, black frames. Nerdy. Harmless.

Marley waited.

Finally, he stage-whispered, “Please don’t throw a drink on me or anything, but you wouldn’t happen to be a working girl, would you?”

The corners of her mouth turned up. She had the choice of being insulted or taking this question as a compliment. Marley chose to take it as a compliment. Nobody approached ugly, nasty girls in hotel bars and asked them such things. Did they?

She gave him her best come-hither look. “Who wants to know?” she asked in a sultry voice.

“I do. I mean, not for me. See, I was supposed to arrange a date for my boss, and she didn’t show up. Oh my God, he’s going to kill me.” He jiggled his leg as he talked. The man was a bundle of nerves.

“Wait, what?” A boss. He had a boss. Now she was getting somewhere. Placing her hand on his shaking leg, she turned the charm up to max volume, purring, “Why don’t you tell me all about it… and maybe you should have a drink.”

He took a deep breath and ordered a scotch on the rocks.

“Okay, my employer.” He cleared his throat and took a long draw on his drink before continuing. “He has certain tastes and my job, well, one of my jobs, is to occasionally procure a woman for him who can meet his needs.”

“Interesting. And what needs might those be?” Marley had no doubt she could meet the man’s needs, whatever they were. For a warm bed for the night and some cash, she would do just about anything. Had done just about anything.

When people get desperate enough, they’ll surprise even themselves as to what they would do. She could attest to that.

“Do you know what a dom is?” he asked.

“Of course.”

“Well, that’s what he is. Doesn’t usually like to play with the same girl twice. You’ll have to sign a non-disclosure agreement, a contract, the works. But he pays well.”

Never the same girl twice. That sucks. So much for finding Daddy Warbucks.

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#EroticRomance #FirstChapters : ROLL AGAINST TRUST by @AllysonLindt @HartwoodBooks #TRRezine #Ezine



“An absolutely smexy story of discovering love right under your noses – and the smokin’ hot scenes between the three are to tri-die for!” ~ Snarky Mom Reads

“Ms. Lindt is becoming my go-to author when I want realistic, emotional stories about ‘geeks’…. Ms. Lindt writes emotional stories about characters that you care about.  Geeks or not.  She is not to be missed.” ~ Harlie’s Books

“I have been waiting eagerly for [Roll Against Trust] to finally hit the shelves, so that everyone has a chance to lust over it.” ~ Sofia Grey



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Tasha’s not looking for love, but she doesn’t mind just looking… and maybe a little fantasizing. Her two best friends and weekend AD& D buddies, Seth and Ryan, are the perfect guest stars in her fantasies. When a late night gaming session with the three goes from silly to verbally scorching in an instant, Tasha wonders if her imagination is enough to keep her satisfied long term.

Then her ex’s money mismanagement catches up to her in the form of draining her bank account, her job is threatened by a mistake that points to Ryan, and Seth takes his side. If Tasha can’t move past her trust issues long enough to uncover the truth—both with herself and the men she’s falling for—she’ll wind up broken-hearted and just plain broke.

Chapter One

“I’m not sharing a cramped inn room with two orcs, a halfling thief who keeps stealing my panties, and a sweaty paladin. He hasn’t taken off that armor in a freaking month.”

Ryan draped himself across the couch to lay his head in my lap. Brown eyes so dark they were almost black crinkled at the corners when he laughed up at me. “C’mon, Tash, join me in the bath. We’d save water at the same time, and that kind of conservationism should do something for your druid sensibilities, right?”

“My character’s name is Ardra,” I corrected him out of habit, not irritation. It had only taken me a couple of weeks of campaigning with him to realize he was just going to use my real name, regardless of whom I was role-playing as. I made a half-hearted attempt to push him upright. “And aren’t you supposed to be celibate?”

“Absolutely not. As of now, I serve a god of orgies and wine. Dionysus, maybe?”

Seth looked up from behind his dungeon master screen, eyebrows raised. “He’s not in our pantheon.” His mouth twisted in thought. “Then again, sure, why the hell not? Roll against your charisma.”

I laughed in disbelief. “I’m not taking a bath with him, water conservation or not.” Even as the protest passed my lips, my imagination crept in to taunt me. My druid character might prefer the plague over rubbing skin with his paladin, but I wouldn’t mind watching Ryan strip down. Or Seth, for that matter.

They were as different in personality as appearance. Ryan was one of the few guys I’d ever met taller than my five-eleven, and he was as thin as a blade. His short hair was the same shade as his almost-black eyes, and his deep voice always sent shivers down my spine.

Seth, on the other hand, was only an inch or so shorter than me. He kept his blond hair in a ponytail, his broad shoulders reflected how dedicated he was to his gym time, and his attention to detail was why we always let him run our Advanced Dungeons & Dragons campaigns.

The two of them lived together—Seth rented a room from Ryan. All three of us had become quick friends when I’d started working for the same company as them about two years earlier. I’d gotten over my crushes on both early in our friendship.

A decision made easier by the fact I’d married and divorced in my early twenties, and learned from the experience not to trust myself or my partner in a long-term relationship. I was that bad at reading myself and the people around me. But that didn’t mean I had a problem with looking. Or, on occasion, letting fantasy run rampant through my thoughts when I was alone and wanted more than just batteries to help the vibrator do its job.

Dice clattered against the table, and Seth let out a sharp, “Ha!” He looked at Ryan. “You’ve failed to seduce the fair maiden.”

“Not even possible.” Ryan sat up, frowning at the dice. “I want a re-roll.”

“Nope.” Seth shook his head. “No mulligans. Pick up a bar wench, or you’ll have to hit the sack alone tonight.”

If I squinted, I could make out the red letters on the microwave in the kitchen. Almost two a.m. This had become a ritual for the three of us at our weekly role-playing sessions. Even after everyone else threw in the towel and headed home, we’d stay up long into Saturday morning, waiting to see who would fold first and either fall asleep or call it quits. Tonight we’d been sillier than usual, so we’d be here a while longer. I was fine with that. I was enjoying the evening too much to be the person who tapped out.

“I’m not tired,” Ryan announced. “So, after my bath, I’m going for a walk in the woods.”

Seth looked up at me, pale eyes hauntingly captivating in the dimly lit living room. “Are you going with him, my lady?”

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#EroticRomance #FirstChapters TO ROME WITH LUST by @KD_Grace @XciteBooks #TRRezine #Ezine

Praise for The Initiation of Ms Holly, 1st book in the trilogy:

“Skillfully written to provide a provocative blend of kinky sex with subtle mystery. Simply put, this book is a page-turner for the erotic reader.” ~ The Romance Reviews

“The Initiation of Ms. Holly is so hot I am still tingling a day after I finished reading this novel. This spicy number will heat you up and keep you fully charged for days to come.”

~ Coffee Time Romance

“This story had an exciting plot with some twists and turns, a cast of very colorful characters, some angst, a plethora of amazing and erotic sex and lastly a beautiful love story. Rita and Edward went through all kinds of kinky hell to get where they wanted to be….and I loved being on this journey with them! A great first read for me by K.D. Grace. Can not wait to get my hands on the next book in The Mount series, Fulfilling the Contract.” ~ Violet Blue


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The adventure that Rita Holly began in The Mount in London and Nick Chase took up in Vegas continues when a sizzling encounter on a flight to Rome has journalist, Liza Calendar, and perfumer, Paulo ‘The Nose’ Delacour, in sexy olfactory heaven.

The heir apparent of Martelli Fragrance, Paulo wants Liza’s magnificently sensitive nose to help develop Martelli’s controversial new line. Paulo has a secret weapon; Martelli Fragrance is the front for the original Mount, an ancient sex cult of which he is a part, and Paulo plans to use the scent of sex to enhance Martelli’s Innuendo line.

As Liza and Paulo sniff out the scent of seduction, they become their own best lab rats. But when someone steals the perfume formulas and lays the blame at Liza’s feet, she and Paulo must sniff out the culprit and prove Liza’s innocence before more is exposed than just secret formulas.

Chapter One

Liza thought she had only dreamed such an exquisite scent. She’d certainly never smelled anything so sexy while she was awake. It was all very strange. Her dreams had always been the only part of her life that was olfactory-free. She sat in the business lounge at JFK airport dozing, blocking out the noise and the smell of the busy shuffle. But this smell was different. This smell was just too delicious to ignore. It intensified, then faded, and she snuffled and inhaled and shifted in her seat.

Delays due to heavy thunderstorms meant the place was packed with passengers awaiting a spate of flights going out at nearly the same time. Luckily, her flight wasn’t delayed. She was just there early, thanks to Carl. After an unplanned night alone in a hotel room, she couldn’t get out of New York City fast enough – not after what she’d seen … and smelled. But she didn’t want to think about Carl. Time to move forward.

She had just slipped back into that space between wakefulness and sleep when the scent wafted over her again. There was no denying it was the primal smell of male. It was the smell of desert lightning, of sage and juniper and thick, dark night. It was the smell of sex – or at least the intimations of sex or what sex might be like with a man who smelled so irresistible.

Jesus, was she really going to have sexy dreams right here in the airport? What next? Would she be rubbing herself against the sofa while all the businessmen and the tourists pretended not to notice? Surely it was only because of the sex she’d expected to get last night, but didn’t. Surely it was just her angry unconscious inventing an olfactory fantasy, but God, the man smelled good – better than anyone she’d ever smelled, and she smelled everyone! She inhaled again and her deep intake of scent came out sounding like a sigh. Her lips parted just enough to take in the fullness of the experience. She could almost taste that hypnotic smell of masculinity. Her nipples chafed against her bra until they dominated the front of her sweater with an achy tetchy fullness that matched the tightening she felt between her thighs. It was as though the man stood right over her. She could smell expensive fabric weighted and warmed with the heat of his flesh. His crotch, where the delicious scent was purest, was so close that her mouth watered. The scent was heavy, thickening, male – driven by passion. Letting the dream take control, Liza shifted, uncrossed her legs, and leaned forward to draw in his scent, wanting nothing so much as to touch, to caress, to experiment on ways to arouse from her dream man more of that delicious scent.

There was a soft grunt, a startled gasp, and a large hand came down heavily on her shoulder. There was a desperate clearing of a throat and a slightly accented ‘Pardon me.’

She opened her eyes and found herself nose to crotch with a very expensive suit not quite able to disguise a very nice package. Her fingers were fisted in the edges of the front trouser pockets, reeling their wearer ever closer and closer to her salivating mouth. She yelped and practically shoved the guy, who might have fallen if not for the hand resting on her shoulder. ‘Oh my God! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,’ she gasped. ‘I was dreaming.’ Her face burned and her pulse did a drumroll in her ears as she raised her eyes up and up and up the length of the well filled-out charcoal suit to meet rich caramel eyes looking down at her from beneath thick midnight lashes. The scent hit her in waves, making her giddy, making her want to sniff like a dog in heat, making her feel wrong-footed and out of focus.

‘Must have been some dream.’ His eyes sparkled and he offered her a half-smile. His warm hands fell to cover hers and disengage them from his pockets. ‘I can’t tell you how sorry I am that I woke you, but I’d really hate it if your dream got us both kicked out of the lounge.’ His thumbs brushed over the backs of her knuckles before he released her. ‘Is it all right if I share your sofa? The lounge is really crowded.’

‘Yes! Of course, please.’ She shifted and rearranged herself, resisting the urge to fold her arms across her perky nipples. It was even harder to resist the urge to pant and sniff. My God, if an aphrodisiac could be inhaled, his scent would so be that aphrodisiac. She felt moist and swollen, splayed in the crotch of her panties, too tender for the weight of her body against the sofa.

‘Are you all right?’ The man’s eyes had darkened with concern. ‘You seem in distress.’

‘Fine! I’m fine,’ she said with enthusiasm that made her sound like a dork. ‘Just outrageously embarrassed.’

‘Don’t be. You made my morning and gave me something I’ll smile about for what’ll be a very long, very tedious flight. You sure you’re all right?’

‘You smell amazing,’ she blurted out before she could stop herself, then she felt the flash-fire burn rise to her cheeks again. Jeez! Could she sound any more stupid?

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#EroticRomance #FirstChapters : MATE WITH ME by #author BJ Wane @PinkFlamingoPub #TRRezine #Ezine

“This story was fast paced with lots of action and suspense; it was funny at times and also a very sexy and erotic read.  It was a compelling story from its beginning to the end; it offers readers well developed, complex characters.  This book is a passionate and emotionally engaging roller coaster ride from start to finish and one you do not want to get off of too soon!  If you love spankings and a bit of ménage and some exciting action then you will enjoy this book.” ~ Cocktails And Books On Undercover Obsession

“This is a wonderfully written and erotic story of three brothers, each one dealing with a ghost from their past.  Although this is one book, it is written in three parts, one for each brother then seamlessly blended.  Author BJ Wane did an incredible job weaving the three threads into one cohesive story.  All of the main characters as well as the secondary ones are well-written with emotional depth.  The sex scenes are hot, with the BDSM theme to them but not overly done.  Overall, this is a great book and one I would gladly recommend.” ~ The Romance Reviews On The Mcgilley Trilogy

 “It is rare to find an erotic book that actually tells an intriguing story.  I absolutely loved this book.  Yes, it had its saucy sex and spanking scenes, but it had a mystery that actually evolved into an exciting ending.  I know I’ve read a great book when I immediately go into Amazon and start looking for additional works from the author.  I can’t wait to read the next one.” ~ Amazon Reader On Pendelton Manor


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Damien LaRue has spent the better part of two hundred years trying to atone for an act he was driven to commit shortly after master vampiress, Isabelle Sartre ended his life in 1815.  Because he could never forgive himself, he planned to meet the dawn soon, never intending to claim his mate, but he hadn’t counted on Abrielle Chirac’s tenacity and her utter faith in him.

Jacob Carter has spent decades longing to find his mate, but when he finally does, it’s to rescue her from one of his own.  Grace Larsen was shocked to discover her immediate sexual response to the vampire who rescued her from a kidnapping.  Ignoring her body’s demands, she refuses to believe Jacob is any different than the vampire who tormented her.  When Jacob is critically wounded from a rogue attack, Grace is left with two choices- watch the man she has grown to care for die or use her body, the one thing she has been withholding from him, to save him.

Jon and Luc Preston always assumed when they found their mate, she would fall meekly in between them, just like they liked their women.  But they hadn’t counted on a feisty, independent redhead who would only accept them on her terms.  It takes several erotic lessons to convince Caitlin O’Brien to their way of thinking.

Discovering that their nemesis, Isabelle, is behind the attacks on their mates, Damien, Jacob, Jon and Luc must resolve the issues keeping them from completing their mating bonds if they’re going to have any hope of ending Isabelle’s existence permanently.

Chapter One

Damien LaRue slowly, somewhat reluctantly, descended the wide stairway of his antebellum home.  From the sounds of it, the mating ceremony between the latest of his brethren lucky enough to have found his mate had already begun.  It wasn’t because he begrudged his friend and comrade his happiness that he had put off making an appearance tonight, it was simply a desire to save himself the stark reminder that he would not claim his own mate or the pleasure he knew he could find with her.  Hushed voices and soft cries greeted him as he stopped at the double wide doorway that led into what used to be a grand ballroom.  The huge, ornate room with its wall of French doors, glittering chandeliers and old world elegance had once hosted cotillions and balls for the wealthy and elite of Louisiana, had held election parties for political candidates whose influence and legislation still lived on even though it has been decades since their passing.  The Civil War put an end to that era as assuredly as Isabelle had put an end to his life the way he remembered it.

Shoving aside his melancholy, he leaned against the doorway and watched the end of the mating ceremony between Beau and his mate, Emma, taking place on the small raised platform at the front of the room.  It was only at gatherings like this that the ballroom got used anymore and right now the comfortable seating groups around the dais were taken by the members of his brethren that were mated.  Having a penchant for bondage, Beau had Emma strapped down on a padded bench, her bare body glistening with oil, her nipples standing erect, her legs splayed for all to see how much Beau excited her.  Her denuded labia already sported the telltale gold loop piercing that labeled her taken and off limits to any brethren who was still unmated.  Of the fifteen of them who bore a crescent shaped, red birthmark on their right palm labeling them one of a chosen few who could survive the transformation from human to vampire without eventually going mad, there were only five who haven’t claimed that one woman who not only bore a similar mark somewhere on her body but whose mark responded to the nearness of her mate as only those destined to be together did.

Damien watched Beau step between Emma’s legs, stroke her soft flesh from her neck down over her quivering breasts then underneath her to cup her buttocks.  Lifting her, he sank his cock into her pussy in one smooth stroke, her welcoming cry getting drowned out by the congratulatory applause that erupted in the large room.

Damien joined in, smiling at his long time friend’s pleasure and good luck.  The now ten mated couples all knew first hand not only the exalted pleasure that could be found with one’s true mate, but the males finally knew the pleasure of coming into their full strength and power, enabling them to take on even more challenges against their fight against evil.  He hoped Jacob, Mason and the twins, Jon and Luc, were all lucky enough to find their mates soon, thus completing their circle.  Even though his own body had found and welcomed his mate years ago, Damien had no intention of claiming her.  Once the remaining four come into their full power, he would seek the dawn as his final atonement for his sins.  After all, if it hadn’t been for his cowardice and his lack of control, these men would not have been sought out and changed by Isabelle and the horrendous death of an innocent woman would not be on his conscience even now, almost two hundred years later.

“Damien!  Quit scowling and join us,” Luc called out from where he sat at a table with his brother, Jon, and Jacob.

Damien took a seat, smiling in actual pleasure when Beau increased his thrusts, making Emma cry out in climax.  “It’s a good match,” he said as he leaned back in his chair and tried to ignore the decidedly noticeable lack of strength in his body.  If he didn’t pay a visit to Marie soon, he would be of no help to his brethren when out on patrol.  Since their strength and power was enhanced by sex, twofold if it was with one’s mate, they fucked frequently.  He, on the other hand, tended to wait until his body was almost depleted before seeking out Marie, a longtime acquaintance who has been seeing to his needs for almost thirty years.  He knew some of his brethren liked variety before finding their mate, but ever since discovering three years ago that Abrielle was his mate, he has been reluctant to seek his pleasure with anyone except Marie, and he now sought her out only when he absolutely had to.

“If you’re happy for them, why don’t you show it?”  Jacob eyed his best friend with worry clouding his green eyes.  He noticed the signs of Damien’s depleted state, the slower movements and drawn look, and knew he was going to have to browbeat him into going to Marie again soon.  They all knew Abrielle was his mate, yet none of them knew why Damien refused to bond with her.

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