Piper’s Price is amazeballs!!!

Everyone who’s ever visited my site knows that I don’t do a lot of promo for other authors here (mostly because I have a limited amount of time in my life, and something has to give). So, when I DO promo other books, it’s usually because they are extraordinary. Today I present to you:

This book is bonkers. It is hot. It is dark. It is a dystopian future that you couldn’t possibly imagine. It’s also an Editor’s Pick from Evernight.

(Disclaimer: I know this author and he is not new to either the horror genres or the dystopian genres. This new pen name of his looks to have a lot of exciting stuff coming out in the future.)

Consequences, Live 1

To the world, Robbie McNeal is a young man to be envied. A senator’s son, raised in wealth and privilege, he’s got everything—but all he really wants is the courage to ask out the girl in his government class. He has reached the age of transition, the final four years before all of society’s secrets are unveiled, along with the rights of full citizenship. He’s new to college, new to adulthood, and totally unprepared for the penalty he must pay when he makes one very bad decision.

Madison Piper, a fellow freshman and art class model—and the subject of Robbie’s unshakable crush—will be instrumental in his discipline.

The punishment will be televised. The show, born from a law written by Robbie’s own father, is in its second year. The audience needs something new—and the common people can’t wait to see Robbie pay the piper.

Be Warned: BDSM, public exhibition, spanking, f/f interaction, m/m interaction, flogging, orgies, cock-torture, rimming [<– this warning is not a joke, people, lol]

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Happy Release Day, D.A. Maddox!!!

His Beast Returns – Chapter One teaser!

Wishing you could read a little bit before you buy? Scroll down to see a first chapter teaser for His Beast Returns… and then scroll a bit more for something just a little bit steamier. 😀

Gay, Shifters, Erotic Romance, Paranormal, Suspense
Word Count: 41,00
Heat Level: 3
Published By: Evernight Publishing

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Tristan Marik fell in love when he was too young to understand that he wasn’t allowed happiness, particularly not with another boy. As the son of Edmond Marik, ruthless owner of Monolith Enterprises, he had an image to maintain. After his father threatened his boyfriend’s life, Tristan spent years pretending he’d never sworn a blood oath. But now, everything has changed.

Russell Kelvin dreamed of the day he’d return to Tristan because he thought it would happen on his terms. He thought they’d be free to love. Instead, his ability to call his beast is the only thing that can keep Tristan alive when enemies want him dead.

Fear keeps Tristan from fully trusting Russell’s intentions. Instinct keeps Russell by Tristan’s side, even in the face of doubt. But oaths made in blood never fade, and the drive of the beast is stronger than either of them realize.

Chapter One Teaser:

Russell Kelvin looked up at the building, one of the taller glass monoliths in midtown Manhattan, and gritted his teeth. The owner of the building had named it and his company aptly, for he couldn’t imagine a more forbidding tower of glass and steel. Monolith Enterprises owned the place, and Russell was here to step inside and back into the world of civilization after too long away. He hadn’t set foot in the States in ten years, and he hadn’t set eyes on Tristan Marik in even longer. His skin prickled with energy, and he swore he could taste electricity on the damned air, no matter how unlikely a scenario that was. He licked his lips, imagining Tristan’s cool green gaze. Everything else would be different about the man, but not the eyes. Never the eyes.

“You can do this,” he muttered to himself, like a madman. Only a crazy man would talk to himself in the middle of New York, but perhaps he wasmad, despite how wretchedly sober he felt. People walked around him as if he were also part monolith, and it was true he was taller than average, but it was also true that in the city, people had places to be and he was simply an immovable object in the way of everyone at this time of the morning. He thought maybe he should’ve shown up later that day, perhaps just before five, and then his sudden appearance would’ve been unremarkable, except, well, he wanted to be remarkable. Tristan needed him to be remarkable. That was the whole point of this homecoming, after all. He ran a hand through his dark hair, knowing that no matter how carefully he styled it, people would be looking at the rest of his body long before they noticed his face. He hadn’t bothered with a suit. It seemed pointless. He’d put on jeans and his boots and a black shirt, and if all of it showed his muscles just a little bit too well, so be it.

“You knew this was coming. You’ve known this was coming for over ten years now,” he murmured, exhaling almost before he began moving forward. He pushed open the glass doors. The moment he stepped inside the cool, hushed foyer, the people behind the reception desk looked up, polite smiles fading as they took him in. He wasn’t anything close to civilized, and this gleaming building wasn’t anything close to the wild lands where he’d been living. His mother would say that he was a beast set loose in a china shop, and she wouldn’t be too wrong. It was a pity she’d been dead since he was a child. She would’ve enjoyed this kind of homecoming. He would’ve enjoyed her enjoyment.

“Can I help you?” one of the women behind the gleaming desk stuttered, eyes riveted to his chest. A faint blush rose onto her cheekbones. The other woman’s dark skin hid any blush, but he felt her attention on him just the same.

Blonde. Grey eyes. Marlie, his brain supplied as he met the first woman’s gaze. He knew all the key employees here, even though they didn’t know him. “No, thanks. I’m good,” he said in a clipped voice, nerves getting the better of him. He could pretend to be civilized, but it would never feel comfortable. He glanced at the others. The woman on the far end didn’t even try to hide her curiosity. The man in the middle frowned faintly, sensing competition where there was none. Russell had no interest in the women, or even the man. “I know the way,” he said more gently, taking in the vaulted ceilings and columns.

Tristan’s father had built this place, but Tristan had his hands all over the design. And thatmeant Russell knew everything there was to know about the building, all of its secrets and deficiencies, not that anyone except Tristan had a clue about that. It was a pity the building was the only thing Tristan had control over for the past decade. Russell wouldn’t have had to stay away for so long if that hadn’t been the case. And now you’ve descended into self-pity, he thought, angry with himself. Just what Tristan doesn’t need.

Marlie stared at him, but he simply smiled as he strode past the large desk to the bank of elevators. “Wait! You can’t go up without a security pass,” she said, standing up. The man in the middle of the two women, as blond as Marlie, stood up, too. He looked less confused and more inclined to suspicion.

Hmm. Not completely stupid, then, Russell thought, not that it mattered. The man wouldn’t be a problem for him.

“She’s right,” the man said, holding the desk phone as if it were a weapon. “And you certainly can’t use that elevator. That’s the VIP lift.”

“There’s no need to call security, Jon,” Russell said, nodding at him. He ignored their whispers about his knowledge of their names. They’d find out the details soon enough. He lifted his hand and placed it on the palm scanner of the executive express elevator, the one that went directly up to the top three floors. The elevator Tristan used. The elevator Edmond Marik had used before his death a week ago. A moment later it beeped, and he tapped in the floor of the building he wanted onto the screen. The doors opened.

The woman at the far end paled. “How—”

Russell smiled, but he had too much to deal with right now to take the time to explain anything to her and the others. “It’s okay. I promise,” he told the trio, stepping inside. “I’m expected.”

Super Steamy Excerpt:

The heat that flashed through them with Russell’s touch almost brought Tristan to his knees, but he grabbed onto the granite counter behind him and held on with all he had. “Russell, you don’t understand—”

Whatever he was going to say disappeared from his head the moment Russell’s lips touched his. Tristan gasped, shocked and aroused and completely unbalanced, but Russell didn’t seem to be nearly as confused as Tristan felt. He tilted his head and assaulted Tristan’s mouth as if both their lives depended on this one, vital moment, and this one, vital connection.

And maybe it does, Tristan thought as he scrabbled at Russell’s shoulders. His friend was hot as hell, and strong, and the most stable thing in his life, both now andin the past. He moaned, or maybe Russell did, he couldn’t tell. All he knew was that Russell was finally here, and he was fucking real in a way that nothing and no one had ever felt before. He opened his mouth, and Russell’s tongue slid inside as if he owned the place. Tristan tried to kiss him back, but Russell growled and bit his lip. Tristan choked as his ridiculously hard cock pressed into Russell’s hipbone. “God,” he tore his mouth away, gasping for breath. “What are we doing? This is crazy.”

“If you think for one moment I’m going to let you shut me out like you do everyone else, Tristan, you’re sadly mistaken,” Russell murmured, hips doing a slow, devastating grind into Tristan’s body.

Tristan could feel Russell’s erection, thick and hot, and for a moment he wished his friend hadn’t bothered with clothes, but then he remembered that his mother was dead. And it was his fault. “Wait,” he said, when Russell lowered his head again.

“No. No more waiting. We’ve waited a damned lifetime already.”

Tristan twisted his face away. “My mother just died, Russell. What the fuck are we doing, here?” He slid his fingers into Russell’s hair and tugged, hard. The energy flowing between them didn’t let up, and it felt like a tornado just about to sweep them away, or possibly a tsunami poised to smash them flat. He could barely breathe. He wanted Russell with a desperation he hadn’t realized he had.

Meanwhile, Russell’s eyes had shifted from dark brown to golden amber. He stared at Tristan unblinkingly, and with intent. Suddenly, Tristan realized that his friend wasn’t entirely human. Tristan inhaled, more aroused than ever, and then he tried to shutter his mind. He’d somehow cast his power wide open, and everything he felt rushed through him and into Russell in a wild, volatile exchange of energy. He grabbed the doors of his mind, and he tugged hard, trying to close up tight again, but Russell growled. His mental presence chased away Tristan’s resolve.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Russell said, thrusting a leg between Tristan’s. “Don’t you shut me out now.” This brought their cocks into contact, and Tristan shuddered. Even trapped behind his jeans, Russell’s erection felt like perfection shoving against his. He’d never felt so perfectly turned on. He gave up trying to shut away the energy and let Russell kiss him again.

“Yeah. That’s better. Give it to me,” Russell muttered, biting at Tristan’s lip, and then down his jaw. “Fuck, this is insane. You drive me crazy, do you realize that?” Russell demanded as he slid his hands inside Tristan’s robe. When his fingers touched Tristan’s skin, they both shivered. “And yes, I know your mother died, but would she want you to keep putting your life on hold? Especially now?” He dragged his lips along Tristan’s neck. “How much longer do we have to wait, Tristan?”

Tristan stared at him. Somehow, Russell had hit the nail squarely on the head. His mother had never wanted him to lock himself into the box his father had created for him even before she’d died, and she wouldn’t want him to do it to himself, especially not now, when no one could hurt her any longer.

“No, she wouldn’t,” Tristan told Russell, hips grinding against his friend’s. His power was wide open and surging wildly, and his ability to think had all but disappeared. “But you’ve only just come home.”

“So what?” Russell asked him. “I’ll be damned if I’m going to stop.” He punctuated his statement with a devastating roll of his torso. “Not now. Not ever again.” He put his head close to Tristan’s. “I want to strip you naked and bite you and fuck you senseless, Tristan. I’ve been waiting my whole life to touch you.”

Jesus God. Tristan gripped Russell’s ass and squeezed, hard. If they kept this up, he’d come without anyone even touching his cock. Crazed with need, he fumbled Russell’s pants open, cupping his erection when it pushed out over the zipper. He could barely believe he was here, touching Russell like this. Except for the one kiss he and Russell had shared all those years ago, he hadn’t ever been intimate with a man. It felt … good. Too good. “So hot,” he whispered, fingers surrounding Russell’s cock as if he could memorize the skin.

“I’ll show you hot. Stroke me harder,” Russell said, hips moving faster. “Tighter. I don’t mind a little pain.” With a sudden move, he grabbed Tristan’s robe and yanked it off.

Tristan’s skin burned, and so did his mind. Energy rocketed through them as if they stood in the center of an electrical storm. Russell’s eyes had bled to amber, and Tristan could see the echo of his beast inside.

“Touch me back, Russell.” Tristan gripped Russell’s erection firmly enough to bruise, wanting it in his mouth. Wanting it in his body. “Please. Just … touch me.” He’d never wanted anything so acutely, not even through all those long years of hiding himself in plain sight. He wanted Russell, not just because of the sex, but because his old friend was the only living being who saw him for who he truly was.

 

New Release! – His Beast Returns –

Gay, Shifters, Erotic Romance, Paranormal, Suspense
Word Count: 41,00

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Tristan Marik fell in love when he was too young to understand that he wasn’t allowed happiness, particularly not with another boy. As the son of Edmond Marik, ruthless owner of Monolith Enterprises, he had an image to maintain. After his father threatened his boyfriend’s life, Tristan spent years pretending he’d never sworn a blood oath. But now, everything has changed.

Russell Kelvin dreamed of the day he’d return to Tristan because he thought it would happen on his terms. He thought they’d be free to love. Instead, his ability to call his beast is the only thing that can keep Tristan alive when enemies want him dead.

Fear keeps Tristan from fully trusting Russell’s intentions. Instinct keeps Russell by Tristan’s side, even in the face of doubt. But oaths made in blood never fade, and the drive of the beast is stronger than either of them realize.

Story Excerpt:

The heat that flashed through them with Russell’s touch almost brought Tristan to his knees, but he grabbed onto the granite counter behind him and held on with all he had. “Russell, you don’t understand—”

Whatever he was going to say disappeared from his head the moment Russell’s lips touched his. Tristan gasped, shocked and aroused and completely unbalanced, but Russell didn’t seem to be nearly as confused as Tristan felt. He tilted his head and assaulted Tristan’s mouth as if both their lives depended on this one, vital moment, and this one, vital connection.

And maybe it does, Tristan thought as he scrabbled at Russell’s shoulders. His friend was hot as hell, and strong, and the most stable thing in his life, both now andin the past. He moaned, or maybe Russell did, he couldn’t tell. All he knew was that Russell was finally here, and he was fucking real in a way that nothing and no one had ever felt before. He opened his mouth, and Russell’s tongue slid inside as if he owned the place. Tristan tried to kiss him back, but Russell growled and bit his lip. Tristan choked as his ridiculously hard cock pressed into Russell’s hipbone. “God,” he tore his mouth away, gasping for breath. “What are we doing? This is crazy.”

“If you think for one moment I’m going to let you shut me out like you do everyone else, Tristan, you’re sadly mistaken,” Russell murmured, hips doing a slow, devastating grind into Tristan’s body.

Tristan could feel Russell’s erection, thick and hot, and for a moment he wished his friend hadn’t bothered with clothes, but then he remembered that his mother was dead. And it was his fault. “Wait,” he said, when Russell lowered his head again.

“No. No more waiting. We’ve waited a damned lifetime already.”

Tristan twisted his face away. “My mother just died, Russell. What the fuck are we doing, here?” He slid his fingers into Russell’s hair and tugged, hard. The energy flowing between them didn’t let up, and it felt like a tornado just about to sweep them away, or possibly a tsunami poised to smash them flat. He could barely breathe. He wanted Russell with a desperation he hadn’t realized he had.

Meanwhile, Russell’s eyes had shifted from dark brown to golden amber. He stared at Tristan unblinkingly, and with intent. Suddenly, Tristan realized that his friend wasn’t entirely human. Tristan inhaled, more aroused than ever, and then he tried to shutter his mind. He’d somehow cast his power wide open, and everything he felt rushed through him and into Russell in a wild, volatile exchange of energy. He grabbed the doors of his mind, and he tugged hard, trying to close up tight again, but Russell growled. His mental presence chased away Tristan’s resolve.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Russell said, thrusting a leg between Tristan’s. “Don’t you shut me out now.” This brought their cocks into contact, and Tristan shuddered. Even trapped behind his jeans, Russell’s erection felt like perfection shoving against his. He’d never felt so perfectly turned on. He gave up trying to shut away the energy and let Russell kiss him again.

“Yeah. That’s better. Give it to me,” Russell muttered, biting at Tristan’s lip, and then down his jaw. “Fuck, this is insane. You drive me crazy, do you realize that?” Russell demanded as he slid his hands inside Tristan’s robe. When his fingers touched Tristan’s skin, they both shivered. “And yes, I know your mother died, but would she want you to keep putting your life on hold? Especially now?” He dragged his lips along Tristan’s neck. “How much longer do we have to wait, Tristan?”

Tristan stared at him. Somehow, Russell had hit the nail squarely on the head. His mother had never wanted him to lock himself into the box his father had created for him even before she’d died, and she wouldn’t want him to do it to himself, especially not now, when no one could hurt her any longer.

“No, she wouldn’t,” Tristan told Russell, hips grinding against his friend’s. His power was wide open and surging wildly, and his ability to think had all but disappeared. “But you’ve only just come home.”

“So what?” Russell asked him. “I’ll be damned if I’m going to stop.” He punctuated his statement with a devastating roll of his torso. “Not now. Not ever again.” He put his head close to Tristan’s. “I want to strip you naked and bite you and fuck you senseless, Tristan. I’ve been waiting my whole life to touch you.”

Jesus God. Tristan gripped Russell’s ass and squeezed, hard. If they kept this up, he’d come without anyone even touching his cock. Crazed with need, he fumbled Russell’s pants open, cupping his erection when it pushed out over the zipper. He could barely believe he was here, touching Russell like this. Except for the one kiss he and Russell had shared all those years ago, he hadn’t ever been intimate with a man. It felt … good. Too good. “So hot,” he whispered, fingers surrounding Russell’s cock as if he could memorize the skin.

“I’ll show you hot. Stroke me harder,” Russell said, hips moving faster. “Tighter. I don’t mind a little pain.” With a sudden move, he grabbed Tristan’s robe and yanked it off.

Tristan’s skin burned, and so did his mind. Energy rocketed through them as if they stood in the center of an electrical storm. Russell’s eyes had bled to amber, and Tristan could see the echo of his beast inside.

“Touch me back, Russell.” Tristan gripped Russell’s erection firmly enough to bruise, wanting it in his mouth. Wanting it in his body. “Please. Just … touch me.” He’d never wanted anything so acutely, not even through all those long years of hiding himself in plain sight. He wanted Russell, not just because of the sex, but because his old friend was the only living being who saw him for who he truly was.

 

The Drive – Liam & Charlie – New Release!

Gay Romance, Erotic Romance, May/Dec
Word Count: 14,930

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Liam is done with love, but his daughter Portia has other plans. When he arrives to pick her up from college, she sets him up with her friend Charlie, and merrily heads off to her internship without them. Liam is left with an uncomfortable hard-on for Portia’s bestie, and a long drive to Vegas with a guy too young to know what to do with a guy Liam’s age.

Charlie thought he liked girls. More specifically, he thought he liked Portia, but when her dad offers him a ride home after graduation, he suddenly, shockingly realizes that he doesn’t like women at all. He likes Liam, and he wants to hook up as soon as possible, and maybe not ever let go. So, when Liam makes an offer he can’t refuse, what’s he supposed to do? Say no to the hottest person he’s ever met?

 

Story Excerpt:

Liam stared out at the gorgeous view, contemplating his options, and then he turned to the younger man. “I’m not safe, Charlie. I’ve never been safe.” He smiled slowly, taking a bit of the sting out of his words. “However, I’m quite willing to be your experiment.”

Charlie swallowed. “I … what?”

“Experiment. That’s what you wanted, yes?” Liam noted that the younger man had jammed his hands into his pockets. Hiding … what? An erection? I certainly hope so.Decision made, Liam stepped forward, crowding Charlie up against the low stone wall. What’s the worst that could happen? You fool around, he learns something about himself, and you’ve done your daughter’s friend a favor, he told himself as his arousal revved a bit higher. “You realize I shouldn’t be doing this,” he murmured against Charlie’s temple. It took a supreme act of will not to thrust against the younger man.

“Why not?” Charlie whispered. His hands had gone to Liam’s hips.

Liam inhaled. Charlie smelled fantastic—a combination of coffee and some unidentifiable woodsy scent—like the guy had recently been standing next to a campfire. “Because you’re my daughter’s friend. You’re at least twenty years younger than me. And because I’m not old enough to have a mid-life crisis yet.” He let himself run his hands up Charlie’s arms. The solid muscles in his arms appealed to Liam.

“How old are you?” Charlie asked.

Liam went still, surprised by the question. “Thirty-nine.” Charlie’s biceps felt solid and warm beneath his palms. He resisted the urge to dig his fingers into all of the delicious weight, and kept his touch light. “Old, by your standards.”

“That’s not old,” Charlie said, licking his lips.

“No? What is it then?” Liam tilted his head.

Charlie mirrored him, eyes going dark. “You’re mature. Experienced.” He slid his hands up Liam’s chest. “You’re killing me, Liam.”

All right then, no more hesitating, Liam thought, leaning in. When his lips touched Charlie’s, the younger man sucked in a quick breath. Liam opened his mouth and licked inside.

“Oh God,” Charlie tried to say, but then Liam slid his hands up to the younger man’s head, and there was no more room for words. Charlie tasted sweet and smoky, and Liam abruptly knew that he’d just got himself into a deeper bind than he’d anticipated.

I’m not going to be happy with a simple kiss, he thought, even as he pushed harder, pressing his hard-on into Charlie’s hip. The younger man moaned, and then Liam threaded his fingers into Charlie’s hair, holding his head precisely where he wanted it. “Fuck me,” he breathed, biting Charlie’s lower lip. “You’re dangerous.”

“Me? That’s ridiculous,” Charlie panted, and Liam kissed him again.

“Addicting.” Liam mouthed the words against Charlie’s jawline. The subtle scratch of whiskers shot a bolt of heat straight through to Liam’s cock. It had been so longsince he’d had the pleasure of another man’s beard against his skin. Why the hell had he waited so long? He kissed Charlie again, hands going down to the younger man’s ass. Charlie gasped, and his erection pushed into Liam’s in the most perfect way.

“Oh my God,” Charlie breathed, mouth open against Liam’s cheek. “What is this?”

Liam bit Charlie’s earlobe. “This is lust,” he said, as if that explained everything, but how well he knew that it didn’t. He hadn’t felt this crazed in years. He thrust once, twice, and then forced himself still. “I want to suck you,” he said, kneading Charlie’s delectable ass. “I want to make you lose your mind.”

Charlie trembled. “Oh.”

Liam smiled, then slowly slid down until he was on his knees in front of the younger man. The sunset slanted orange and red across Charlie’s body, casting his groin into shadow, but Liam didn’t need light for what he was about to do.

“Wait, here? Are you serious?” Charlie asked, biting his lip.

Liam put a hand on the younger man’s cock. “Right here. Right now.” Truth be told, the risk of getting caught giving head in an interstate rest stop heightened everything. He smirked, then undid Charlie’s jeans. The younger man’s cock sprang out of his soft boxers, and Liam took him in hand.

“Oh, fuck.” Charlie jammed the heel of his hand against his mouth, muffling the rest of his words.

“Easy,” Liam murmured, running his lips over Charlie’s soft skin. His cock felt silky and hard and delightful against his face, and he opened his mouth to lick the pre-cum welling from the tip. Charlie tasted like smoke and sweetness, and Liam wasted no time sucking him in.

 

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The Elevator — Adrian & Greyson

Adrian Hughes is a geek who sucks at social interaction because awkward is his middle name. Even though he’s gay, he’s the opposite of flamboyant (when they were handing out fabulous, he was hiding in another room). Even so, he’s always wanted a boyfriend—who doesn’t want to find love?—but so far, the closest he’s gotten to it is crushing on the hot older guy he only sees on the elevator. So what happens when he’s trapped inside it with Mr. Zillionaire Hottie during a heat wave brownout? He stutters like an idiot, because Mr. Greyson Lee is unexpectedly cool, calm, and collected … right up until he’s not.

When kissing leads to sex, Adrian can’t say no. But is it just a hookup? Or is it the start of something more?

 

The Cabin — Flynn & Beau

Flynn is having a terrible day—his fiancée jilted him at the altar and now he’s alone on his honeymoon. Going to a wilderness resort by himself was probably not his best idea, but then artist Beau Green arrives to make everything even more complicated. A reservation mistake and stormy weather means the charismatic black man is out of options for the night, but Flynn can’t let someone sleep on a cold floor when there’s a perfectly good sofa in his cabin. When the power dies, Flynn ends up on the sofa, too, because there’s only one fireplace, and freezing is not part of his plan for the day.

Also not planned? Having sex with a dude, but Beau is everything his ex is not—kind, strong, and intelligent. Unfortunately, Flynn is straight, and falling for a man might be one disaster too many for him to handle.

Beloved (Blue’s Boys 3) #ChapterOne #Excerpt!

BELOVED is still 25% off at Evernight!

Want to read the beginning of the story? Scroll down for Chapter One.

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Erotic Romance, Menage (MMF), Romance on the Go, Romantic Suspense

Word Count: 13,600
Heat Level: 3
Published By: Evernight Publishing

 

Blue thinks her life is pretty awesome—after all, she has two sexy boyfriends and an exciting career scaling walls and breaking open safes. What more could a woman ask for? So what if her boys are cops and she’s a thief? They haven’t arrested her yet, right?

Matt and Liam love Blue to distraction, but when one of her throwing blades turns up sticking out of a dead thug’s body, their acceptance of her lifestyle faces its biggest threat. They think she’s been framed, and saving her life is more important than arresting her for murder, but old habits die hard. And unfortunately, Blue isn’t the kind of girl to let someone else take the heat for her problems.

Can their love survive murder, an unexpected surprise, and a dirty cop bent on silencing the thief who can expose all of his despicable plans?

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 BELOVED Chapter One

Blue stared down at the plastic stick in her hands. Two little lines proclaimed that her life was about to change. A lot. Anxiety slid icy fingers around her spine.

“Pregnant,” she whispered, swallowing hard. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She’d always wanted to have children, but she’d long since given up on it ever becoming a reality. She was a thief—not exactly the most stable profession in the world. What kind of mom cracked safes for a living? She could just imagine the excuses she’d have to come up with: Oh, hey, sorry about missing your recital, honey. I had to break into an office building to steal a necklace. Here, have a tiara. Blue snorted and glanced into the mirror above the sink. Scared green eyes stared back at her.

“Crap.” She turned around. Watching herself freak out wasn’t going to do a damn bit of good. She took a deep breath, fighting back tears. She had no idea how Matt and Liam were going to take this news. She didn’t even know which one of them was the father! She set the stick down on the counter and ran water to wash her hands, avoiding her reflection. When she finished, she took another deep breath and grabbed the pregnancy test as she headed for her bedroom. She’d put it in her emergency bag.

Because getting pregnant is definitely an emergency, she decided, shoving it into the front pocket of the duffel she kept in her closet. As a thief, she always knew there was a slim chance she’d have to leave in a hurry someday, so she was always prepared. She kept a change of clothes, a wig, a wad of cash, and some false documentation in the canvas tote. She even charged her laptop in the bag. That way, all she had to do was grab it and run. She’d just finished zipping up the pocket when her front door slammed open.

“Blue!” Matt yelled. “Are you home?”

She froze. “Matt?” What was he doing here in the middle of the day? They weren’t supposed to meet for dinner until after seven. She stood up and kicked her closet door shut with her foot just as he rushed in with Liam on his heels.

“Oh, thank God. We’ve got to get you out of here,” Liam said, hurrying to the window and pulling down the blinds.

“Liam? What the hell are you doing?” Blue frowned at him. He looked stressed. The crows’ feet around his hazel eyes seemed somehow more prominent. “What’s going on?”

“Here,” Matt said, shoving clothes into her arms. “Put these in a bag.” He had her top dresser drawer open.

Blue dropped the shirts on her bed. Matt and Liam were acting crazy. They’d only been dating a few months, but she’d never seen them so worked up before, not even in the middle of a gunfight. “I didn’t give you the key to my place so you could barge in here and start throwing my stuff around,” she told them, crossing her arms. To her disgust, even their bizarre behavior couldn’t detract from their sexiness. She tried her best not to ogle them, but as usual, she failed. They could start singing show tunes at the top of the Empire State Building and they’d still look hot, she thought, distracted by Liam’s perfectly shaped ass.

Matt ran his hands through his hair. “Blue, please. You’ve got to listen to us.”

“I would, if you were actually saying something useful. You’re not making any sense, Matt,” she said, glancing from him to Liam and back again.

Liam was still at the window, peeking out through the slats of her blind. “We just got word at the precinct,” he said, turning away from her non-existent view of the brick building next door. “You’ve been accused of murder.”

“What?” Blue heart gave a hard thump. “That’s nuts.”

Matt grimaced. “Yeah, well, Detective Oscar I’m-Hotshit Galanis was throwing your name around like a ping-pong ball half an hour ago. His partner, Bill, was off getting a warrant for your arrest. We didn’t stick around to find out the details.”

Blue rubbed her eyes. “Well, shit. That’s not good,” she said, massively understating the situation. Worst. Day. Ever, she thought, more confused than worried. First, she’d nearly broken her ankle coming home from a job early this morning when her high heel had suddenly snapped off. Then, she’d discovered that the throwing knife she’d dropped off for repair was missing. She’d thought the pregnancy test coming up positive had been the worst of it, but now this? “I don’t kill people. This doesn’t make any sense.”

“Doesn’t matter. We’ve got to get you somewhere safe.” Liam strode over and tugged on her arm. “We don’t have time to argue about this.”

She pulled away, chewing on the inside of her cheek. “All right. Don’t get your panties in a twist,” she said, flashing him a tense smile. Better to bail now and figure out what the hell is going on later. She headed to her closet to get her bag. When she slung it over her shoulder, the hard plastic test stick jabbed out of the fabric like a bony finger, poking her in the hip. She adjusted the duffel so that the pocket was hidden against her body. She couldn’t deal with the pregnancy test now. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever be ready to deal with it. “Okay, let’s go.” She walked out of her bedroom and across her living room. “I hope you guys have a plan,” she told them, looking back at them standing in her tiny apartment.

Matt and Liam exchanged looks, then followed her to her the front door without another word.

Thirty minutes later, Blue sat in their car with her emergency duffel clutched to her chest while Matt drove through the city streets like a madman. “A police safe house? Are you crazy?” She asked him after he finally explained where they were going.

“It’s what we’ve got on short notice,” Matt replied, taking a left on the next street.

Blue glared at the back of his head. “It’s a dumb idea.” His shoulders tensed up beneath his leather jacket. She hated to argue, but this was her life they were talking about. She’d much rather be running her fingers over the soft leather clothing his torso, but this was no ordinary day.

“We’ll figure out what to do after we get more intel,” Liam told her, turning around to look at her. His motion twisted his dark green sweater under the seatbelt, stretching it across his muscles.

Blue pressed her lips against another angry retort. Flying off the handle wouldn’t help. Her boys were obviously doing the best they could. Except they’re cops, and their ‘best’ doesn’t take into account my professional experience.

“Where are you going to get more information?” she asked as Matt pulled up in front of a small house in Queens. It looked like all the other houses on the block. If she didn’t know better, she’d never peg it for a cop house.

“We’ll leave you here and go back to the precinct.” Liam got out of the car and opened her door. “Come on. It’ll be okay.”

Blue reluctantly got out of the car and slung her duffel over her head so that the heavy bag rested on her butt. “This is not the best plan.”

Matt slid an arm around her waist. “It’s what we’ve got for now.”

She sighed and let him tow her up the sidewalk. The grass on either side of the worn cement needed mowing and leaves from the maple in the front yard had begun falling. Summer was definitely over. She watched Liam fumble with the keys to the front door. His sweater hugged his chest and arms. He wore his gun in a concealed waist holster today. She could just make out the leather of the belt at the top of his black cargo pants. She remembered running her hands over his amazing ass. She remembered laughing in bed with them both, just yesterday. When had everything gone to such shit?

Finally, he got the door open and Matt pulled her inside. As soon at the door shut behind them, she turned in his arms and tucked her face in his neck. Matt smelled like home. She shuddered, hanging onto him tightly.

“Hey. It’s going to be okay,” he said, hugging her. “I promise.”

She swallowed against the lump in her throat and pulled away, trying to fix the sight of him in her memory. His jacket was open, showing her his shoulder holster and weapon. He wore a black t-shirt and tight blue jeans. With his leather jacket and boots, he looked more like a biker than a cop. His blue eyes were worried.

Blue shook her head and went to Liam, pulling him into a hug, too. She squeezed him hard, then let go. Her duffel banged against her hip. “Okay, I’m good.” She glanced around. The front door opened directly into a living room. A worn-out sofa slumped against the far wall. Two battered chairs were arranged near it, in front of a rickety coffee table. “What a palace.”

Liam made a face. “There should be some canned soup or something in the kitchen.” He strode over to the windows and pulled the drapes shut. “Sit tight. We’ll call you.”

She nodded, biting the inside of her cheek again. At this rate, she’d chew through her face in no time. “Okay, fine.”

“We’ll be back as soon as we can,” Matt said, kissing her quickly.

Liam cupped her cheek and kissed her a little more slowly. It nearly broke her heart.

“See you soon,” he said, stepping back.

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. When they’d gone, she sighed and dug out her cell phone. She popped out her SIM card and tucked it in her pocket. Next, she dug out the brand new burner phone she kept in her duffel, turned it on, and called for a taxi. Liam and Matt meant well, but they were cops. She was a thief. She knew how to disappear more completely than they could imagine.

Beloved (Blue’s Boys 3) #ReleaseDay!

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Erotic Romance, Menage (MMF), Romance on the Go, Romantic Suspense

Word Count: 14,000
Heat Level: 3
Published By: Evernight Publishing

 

Blue thinks her life is pretty awesome—after all, she has two sexy boyfriends and an exciting career scaling walls and breaking open safes. What more could a woman ask for? So what if her boys are cops and she’s a thief? They haven’t arrested her yet, right?

Matt and Liam love Blue to distraction, but when one of her throwing blades turns up sticking out of a dead thug’s body, their acceptance of her lifestyle faces its biggest threat. They think she’s been framed, and saving her life is more important than arresting her for murder, but old habits die hard. And unfortunately, Blue isn’t the kind of girl to let someone else take the heat for her problems.

Can their love survive murder, an unexpected surprise, and a dirty cop bent on silencing the thief who can expose all of his despicable plans?

 

Love, Desperately releases November 13!

 

Coming Soon! November 13, 2012

Click here to read an excerpt.

Description:

When Belinda startles awake in the middle of the night, she doesn’t expect to find two gorgeous men at her bedside. Max and Levi, her best friends since childhood, suddenly want more than friendship from her. Belinda has always loved them desperately, but she worries sex could ruin everything. Do Max and Levi want her love, or just her body? Dare she hope their friendship is strong enough to survive the heat?

 

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