Coming soon –> Thief (Blue’s Boys #1)

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Erotic Romance, Menage (MMF), Romance on the Go, Romantic Suspense
Word Count: 13,000
Heat Level: 3
Published By: Evernight

When you’re a thief, your dating options are limited. When you’re a cop, it’s even worse. So what happens when a burglar and two lawmen are trapped together during a heist gone wrong?

Blue has been a thief for years, but she’s never been in a situation quite like this. When you’re crammed into a tiny space with two sexy detectives, things can get very dicey. Shockingly, instead of arresting her, Matt and Liam ask for a kiss. Blue is happy to oblige. Anything to keep the handcuffs off, right?

Matt and Liam never expect to end up cornered with a gorgeous thief. Liam has sworn off women and Matt can’t find anyone he likes better than his partner, so their love lives are nonexistent. When they meet a woman who keeps the same crazy hours as cops do, maybe her criminal career choice isn’t the deal breaker it should be?

 

The Billionaire’s Bodyguard #FirstChapter #excerpt!

In celebration of The Billionaire’s Bodyguard making Amazon and ARe’s bestseller lists, I’m posting the first chapter to whet your appetite for sexy Jesse and Alex!

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Gay (MM), Erotic Romance, Romantic Comedy, Romantic Suspense, Thriller
Word Count: 35,130
Heat Level: 3
Published By: Evernight Publishing

 

Billionaire Alex Roman needs a bodyguard. His best friend, Jesse Emerson, an ex-Security Forces Specialist, needs a job. What could possibly go wrong?

Jesse thinks protecting Alex will be a piece of cake. He’ll get to spend quality time with his oldest friend while avoiding his ex-girlfriend. Of course, nothing ever goes as planned. Why would Alex introduce him to everyone as his lover? And why didn’t Alex tell him about the threatening notes he’s been receiving for months?

Alex has been in love with Jesse for years, not that he’d ever admit it to his best friend, but he’s not above making a practical joke out of it. Telling everyone that Jesse is his boyfriend will go a long way toward relieving the stress of the threats he’s been plagued with recently. Unfortunately, when someone tries to shoot him at a charity gala, he discovers that maybe he needs Jesse’s skills more than he realized…

…because sometimes a billionaire’s best friend is the fake boyfriend who’s really his bodyguard.

 

 Chapter One Excerpt:

Alex Roman opened his front door, paused, then stepped back resignedly. His best friend Jesse barreled past him and into the house with his military duffel over his shoulder. It bulged at the seams, as if Jesse had stuffed every article of clothing he owned inside and then added an extra pair of pants just for kicks. In his hands, a box overflowed with more belongings.

“I can’t do it anymore, Alex. I just can’t,” Jesse said, awkwardly shrugging the bag onto the marble floor of the foyer while simultaneously trying to juggle the box.

Alex winced as his right shoulder twinged in sympathy. He didn’t know elbows could turn that direction.

“She’s making me crazy,” Jesse continued, the box tilting dangerously. He frowned and set it down next to the duffel. “She told me that I was ‘emotionally unavailable,’ but what does she care? She dumped me six months ago. We’re not even dating anymore.” He grabbed his hair with both hands and made a face that had Alex smiling despite the late hour, the weird luggage, and Jesse’s total lack of consideration for the fact that other people sleep at three a.m.

“And really, who says that?” Jesse continued, oblivious to Alex’s amusement. “She probably lifted that phrase from some chick flick. Or a romance novel, or something. She can’t even argue without quoting from someone else!”

“Why didn’t you just use your key to let yourself into my house?” Alex asked mildly, cutting Jesse off in mid-rant. He closed and locked the front door, then reset the alarm.

“Key?” Jesse blinked at him. “My hands were full. No way I could’ve gotten my keys out. I could barely ring the doorbell.”

“It’s the middle of the night,” Alex pointed out.

Jesse shrugged. “So?”

“So, maybe I was asleep.”

“You never sleep.” Jesse made a face. “Well, not at night anyway. Aren’t the overseas markets trading?”

Alex rolled his eyes and walked away, heading toward his study. Jesse was right. He’d been trading, not that it mattered. He’d just finished up for the night when the doorbell rang.

“I can stay, right?” Jesse called. “You’re not going to kick me out, are you?”

Alex smiled to himself as he walked through the elaborate wooden doors that led into his oversized and rather opulent office. He stared at the marble fireplace and shook his head. He hated it. He’d always hated it. The pink stone made the stained walnut paneling look diseased, but it came with the house, so he had to live with it, along with the pretentious vases and expensive rugs. He far preferred the sleek modernity of his office in Manhattan, but he couldn’t destroy the house he’d inherited just because he didn’t like a few things. His grandfather would roll in his grave if he renovated too much. Hmm, but maybe a few things here and there would be okay. It’s my house now, after all.

“Alex?”

“No, I’m not going to kick you out. You don’t even have to ask. You know that,” Alex replied, dismissing memories of his grandfather. He’d loved that old man more than anyone, but maybe it was time to get over his death. It had been six years, after all. He walked across a priceless Persian carpet to his grandfather’s hand-carved desk. His laptop sat on top, sleek and metallic, looking like something from outer space in comparison to the warm, gleaming wood. He leaned on the desk and tapped a few commands into the computer, shutting it down.

“Um, well, I might be here longer than usual,” Jesse said.

Alex looked up from the screen. “Longer than a few days?” That would be nice, but definitely unusual.

Jesse looked embarrassed. “There’s six months left on the lease of my apartment.”

“So?”

“So, I can’t kick her out. Do you know how hard it is to find housing in Manhattan?” Jesse dropped into the leather sofa in front of Alex’s desk and swung a leg up over the arm insouciantly. He looked like a cat marking his spot: all graceful muscle and lazy attitude.

Alex forced his eyes away from his friend’s toned arms. “Yes, I do know, but it’s your apartment, not hers. You got it before you went into the Air Force.” He didn’t understand Jesse’s dilemma. “You had it long before you met her. Plus, she’s not your girlfriend anymore. Ergo, not your problem. Just tell her she has to go. Give her a week’s notice.”

“She begged me, Alex.”

“She also dumped you, remember?” Alex closed his laptop and rubbed his eyes. He really, really, wished Jesse wouldn’t date losers. He invariably hated the women his best friend picked, and when they broke up, as always, he hated the way Jesse moped around even more. A sad and defeated Jesse made Alex want to do something drastic.

Like kiss him. Or bitch-slap his ex. Neither of those options would end well for anyone. He sighed. “You know you’re welcome to stay here for as long as you like. Forever, even. I’ve told you that before.” He frowned as he looked at his friend. Jesse’s blue eyes were bloodshot and tired. “You need to get some rest.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, man. My relationships never work out.” Jesse craned his head back, eyes flickering over the mural on the ceiling. “I mean, you don’t think I’m emotionally unavailable, do you?”

Alex grimaced. “No, I don’t. Do we really have to talk about this? Why can’t we just drink some booze and call it a night?”

“She said that I kept part of my heart locked away.” Jesse slumped further down the sofa. “Where does she think I put it? In a jar? Ugh.”

Alex didn’t want to tell his best friend that he probably spent too much time with him and not enough time with her. He’d never even met the woman, but he knew that’s what she thought. Any woman would be angry about having to share her time with some unknown friend. He had no intention of bringing it up, though. Because you’re a selfish bastard, and you don’t want him to stop hanging out with you, especially now that he’s back home for good, he told himself. “Are we actually having a relationship conversation?” He walked over to the sideboard and poured himself a shot of brandy. “If so, I need fortification,” he muttered.

“I’m not emotionally unavailable,” Jesse repeated morosely. “I’m reserved. I’m not into big scenes and all that crap.”

“You look pretty emotional to me right now,” Alex said, handing him a glass.

Jesse took it and sipped. “Gee, thanks.”

Alex ignored his friend’s sarcasm to sip his own drink. Maybe I’ll be able to sleep now. Truth was, he always slept better when Jesse stayed over. He’d spent years worrying about his friend when he’d been deployed overseas.

“So what if I don’t want to get married? Is that a crime?” Jesse continued to mutter.

Alex wondered if Jesse knew he was having the entire conversation all by himself.

“And her mother is crazy.” He looked at Alex and made a face. “I mean, C R A Z Y,” he spelled the word out. “With all caps and bells on.”

“You wouldn’t be marrying her mother,” Alex said, shoving Jesse’s legs out of the way and slumping down onto the sofa. Damn, he was tired. He should really just go to bed and let Alex ramble on alone.

Jesse gave him a pitying look. “I know you don’t date much, and that statement proves it. Women turn into their mothers, dude. Happens every time.”

“I don’t date at all,” Alex reminded him.

Jesse fell silent for a moment. “Huh. That’s true. I can’t remember the last time you went out.”

“Seven years ago,” Alex said, closing his eyes. “Rob. The stylist.”

Jesse chuckled. “He was a piece of work. When he broke your grandpa’s precious candelabra, I thought the old man was going to commit murder.”

Alex grinned, remembering his grandpa’s face. “That was a good day.”

“The day your grandfather stabbed your boyfriend with his cane? That’s what you call a good day?” Jesse was outright laughing now. “He had to get stitches!”

“He wasn’t my boyfriend. He was just a date.” Alex wrinkled his nose. “Before that it was the girl from your kickboxing class in high school, what was her name…” He snapped his fingers, trying to remember.

“Claire, holy shit. How can you forget her? She had boobs to die for,” Jesse said, snickering. “She’s the whole reason I took that class.”

Alex opened his eyes. Jesse was curving his hands in front of him, trying to describe Claire’s figure. He looked like a ten year old. “Jesse, Jesus. Get a grip on yourself.”

“They were impressive, Alex. I still can’t believe those two assets didn’t work out for you.” He lifted his eyebrows up and down like an idiot.

“Let’s just say that she wasn’t the best conversationalist and leave it at that.” Alex remembered her screeching in bed all too well. Awful.

“Well, I don’t know why you’re such a hermit. You’re bi. You have twice the number of possible individuals to ask out.” Jesse finished off his brandy and set the glass on the side table, then slouched down into the sofa even further. “How does that work again, exactly?”

Alex rolled his eyes. “I date the person, not their genitals. It’s not particularly complicated.”

Jesse snorted. “Uh huh. If I tried to date a guy, I would have no idea what to do.”

“Men are actually easier,” Alex said, smiling. At least the conversation had shifted away from Jesse’s emotional deficiencies. He’d been afraid his friend was going to start crying. The horror.

“Easier? Are you kidding me? No way.”

“You already know how all the plumbing works,” Alex said, just to get his friend going. “No user manual required.” He grinned evilly, making his own motions with his hands.

Jesse sat up and glared at him. “You are insane, you know that?” He pointed at Alex’s head. “Totally nuts.”

“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.” Alex said, then lightly cupped his junk, just to be as irritating as possible.

“Uh, no thank you.” Jesse made a face.

Alex laughed, not in the least fazed. “Whatever. I’m going to bed. You know the way to your room.” He stood up and stretched, ignoring, once again, the way Jesse’s eyes followed his body. His best friend had been looking at him that way for years and after so long, he knew it didn’t mean a damn thing, no matter how much he’d like for it to mean more. “Coming? You need your beauty rest.”

“Ugh. Fine, fine. You’re such a nag.” Jesse got up, yawning.

“I’m not a nag. It’s four a.m. and I’m tired.” He walked into the foyer. “Get your bag and hit the sack.”

“You really don’t sound like a normal rich boy, you know.” Jesse grabbed his duffel and trailed him up the curving staircase. “You obviously spent too much time down in the servants quarters growing up. How do you keep from scandalizing everyone with your low-brow sense of humor?”

“You mean, I spent too much time with you.” Alex led the way along the upstairs gallery, pausing near the room that had been Jesse’s for years. “If I sound low-brow, it’s your fault.”

“Well, my dad was your grandpa’s butler. Who else were you going to play with?” Jesse smirked, hand on the doorknob. “All those swanky assholes at your private school? They were the meanest bunch of kids I ever met. Don’t try to deny it.”

“No denials from me.” Alex’s smile twisted into a grimace. “They were cruel when they were kids, and now they’re all grown up.”

“Still mean, though,” Jesse pointed out.

“Cutthroat, actually.” Alex rubbed his face. “Well, you look better. See? There’s nothing a little brandy can’t fix.”

Jesse rolled his eyes. “Making fun of you helped, too.”

Alex shook his head, amused. Jesse always had to get the last word in. “Whatever. Goodnight.”

“Night,” Jesse echoed.

Alex walked down the gallery to his room, firmly putting the image of his best friend’s lean body from his mind.

The Billionaire’s Bodyguard is a #Bestseller!

The Billionaire’s Bodyguard is a Bestseller at Amazon and All Romance eBooks!

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Plus, you can still get it at Evernight for 25% off!

buy links: Evernight – Amazon – BookStrand – ARe – Smashwords – Barnes & NobleiTunes/Books – Kobo

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Gay (MM), Erotic Romance, Romantic Comedy, Romantic Suspense, Thriller
Word Count: 35,130
Heat Level: 3
Published By: Evernight Publishing

Click here to read an excerpt.

Billionaire Alex Roman needs a bodyguard. His best friend, Jesse Emerson, an ex-Security Forces Specialist, needs a job. What could possibly go wrong?

Jesse thinks protecting Alex will be a piece of cake. He’ll get to spend quality time with his oldest friend while avoiding his ex-girlfriend. Of course, nothing ever goes as planned. Why would Alex introduce him to everyone as his lover? And why didn’t Alex tell him about the threatening notes he’s been receiving for months?

Alex has been in love with Jesse for years, not that he’d ever admit it to his best friend, but he’s not above making a practical joke out of it. Telling everyone that Jesse is his boyfriend will go a long way toward relieving the stress of the threats he’s been plagued with recently. Unfortunately, when someone tries to shoot him at a charity gala, he discovers that maybe he needs Jesse’s skills more than he realized…

…because sometimes a billionaire’s best friend is the fake boyfriend who’s really his bodyguard.

 

 

Release Day! The Billionaire’s Bodyguard

Today is release day for The Billionaire’s Bodyguard! Get it at Evernight for 25% off!

buy links: Evernight – Amazon – BookStrand – ARe – Smashwords

billionaires-bodyguard   epeditorsesal1s

Gay (MM), Erotic Romance, Romantic Comedy, Romantic Suspense, Thriller
Word Count: 35,130
Heat Level: 3
Published By: Evernight Publishing

Click here to read an excerpt.

Billionaire Alex Roman needs a bodyguard. His best friend, Jesse Emerson, an ex-Security Forces Specialist, needs a job. What could possibly go wrong?

Jesse thinks protecting Alex will be a piece of cake. He’ll get to spend quality time with his oldest friend while avoiding his ex-girlfriend. Of course, nothing ever goes as planned. Why would Alex introduce him to everyone as his lover? And why didn’t Alex tell him about the threatening notes he’s been receiving for months?

Alex has been in love with Jesse for years, not that he’d ever admit it to his best friend, but he’s not above making a practical joke out of it. Telling everyone that Jesse is his boyfriend will go a long way toward relieving the stress of the threats he’s been plagued with recently. Unfortunately, when someone tries to shoot him at a charity gala, he discovers that maybe he needs Jesse’s skills more than he realized…

…because sometimes a billionaire’s best friend is the fake boyfriend who’s really his bodyguard.

 

 

Cover Reveal: The Billionaire’s Bodyguard

Releasing this Friday, September 19!

billionaires-bodyguard   epeditorsesal1s

Gay (MM), Erotic Romance, Romantic Comedy, Romantic Suspense, Thriller
Word Count: 35,000
Published By: Evernight Publishing

Click here to read an excerpt.

Billionaire Alex Roman needs a bodyguard. His best friend, Jesse Emerson, an ex-Security Forces Specialist, needs a job. What could possibly go wrong?

Jesse thinks protecting Alex will be a piece of cake. He’ll get to spend quality time with his oldest friend while avoiding his ex-girlfriend. Of course, nothing ever goes as planned. Why would Alex introduce him to everyone as his lover? And why didn’t Alex tell him about the threatening notes he’s been receiving for months?

Alex has been in love with Jesse for years, not that he’d ever admit it to his best friend, but he’s not above making a practical joke out of it. Telling everyone that Jesse is his boyfriend will go a long way toward relieving the stress of the threats he’s been plagued with recently. Unfortunately, when someone tries to shoot him at a charity gala, he discovers that maybe he needs Jesse’s skills more than he realized…

…because sometimes a billionaire’s best friend is the fake boyfriend who’s really his bodyguard.

 

Marked Mates release day!

Today is the release of book four in the Dream Marked Series: Marked Mates. This steamy installment of my sizzling menage universe stars President Morgan Wilde, metalworker Sparrow Martin, and geek extraordinaire, Justin Boyd. Get it at BookStrand for 15% until Nov. 20— you will soon find yourself paging through their adventures as they battle bad guys, drones, and their own desires.

In a few weeks, you’ll be able to buy the book on Amazon and at other distributors.

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Marked Mates

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Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Menage (MMF), Paranormal, Romantic Suspense
Word Count: 55,627
Heat Level: SCORCHING
Published By: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.
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Click here to read an excerpt.

When Sparrow dreams about President Morgan Wilde, she thinks she’s going crazy. Ordinary people like her don’t bond with the President, right? But when she dreams about a second man along with Morgan, she knows she needs to find her bond-mates or risk losing her mind.

Morgan knows he’s bonding, but he has no idea what to do about it. One of the people he’s dreaming about is a man whose face he can’t even see. As President, his responsibility is to his country, not his own desires. Of course, when Sparrow shows up during a White House tour, he discovers dreams can’t be denied.

Justin Boyd is working on a secret project and he doesn’t have time to figure out what’s wrong with him. He’s been sleeping badly for months, but he doesn’t have any of the signs of bonding: no wrist tattoos, no headaches. So why do two people haunt his dreams, night after night?

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Preorder Marked Mates!

Marked MatesYou can preorder a copy of Marked Mates at a 15% discount at BookStrand right now! This is it, folks—Dream Marked #4! To preorder, click HERE.

 

Coming November 13, 2013!
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Categories: Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Menage a Trois (MMF), Paranormal, Romantic Suspense
Word Count: ~55,000
Heat Level: SCORCHING
Published By: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.
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When Sparrow dreams about President Morgan Wilde, she thinks she’s going crazy. Ordinary people like her don’t bond with the President, right? But when she dreams about a second man along with Morgan, she knows she needs to find her bond-mates or risk losing her mind.

Morgan knows he’s bonding, but he has no idea what to do about it. One of the people he’s dreaming about is a man whose face he can’t even see. As President, his responsibility is to his country, not his own desires. Of course, when Sparrow shows up during a White House tour, he discovers dreams can’t be denied.

Justin Boyd is working on a secret project and he doesn’t have time to figure out what’s wrong with him. He’s been sleeping badly for months, but he doesn’t have any of the signs of bonding: no wrist tattoos, no headaches. So why do two people haunt his dreams, night after night?

Coming Soon – Marked Mates – excerpt!

Marked Mates

 

Coming November 13, 2013!
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Categories: Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Menage a Trois (MMF), Paranormal, Romantic Suspense
Word Count: ~55,000
Heat Level: SCORCHING
Published By: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.
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When Sparrow dreams about President Morgan Wilde, she thinks she’s going crazy. Ordinary people like her don’t bond with the President, right? But when she dreams about a second man along with Morgan, she knows she needs to find her bond-mates or risk losing her mind.

Morgan knows he’s bonding, but he has no idea what to do about it. One of the people he’s dreaming about is a man whose face he can’t even see. As President, his responsibility is to his country, not his own desires. Of course, when Sparrow shows up during a White House tour, he discovers dreams can’t be denied.

Justin Boyd is working on a secret project and he doesn’t have time to figure out what’s wrong with him. He’s been sleeping badly for months, but he doesn’t have any of the signs of bonding: no wrist tattoos, no headaches. So why do two people haunt his dreams, night after night?

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Story Excerpt:

Sparrow rubbed her temples tiredly. She thought coming here would make her feel better, not worse. She’d be able to visit, gawk a little like every other tourist, and then, voila! She’d be over her ridiculous crush on Morgan Wilde.

Because there is no way, no freaking way, I’m bonding with the president of the United States. That’s just impossible, right? she told herself, stomach churning. Who would believe her, even if it were true? Certainly not the man in her dreams. Morgan Wilde didn’t even know she existed.

She thought back to last night. In the dream, Morgan’s face had been so familiar to her, she wasn’t even surprised anymore to find him haunting her so often. They were always in a car, driving somewhere in the dark. In every dream, he’d kiss her, and she’d feel as though her entire body was on fire. Months of these stupid dreams had made her dread going to sleep, not sure if he would appear again. Not sure if she wanted him to appear. And then, last night, another man comes into the dream like so much smoke—thick and disturbing and impossible to ignore. What does that mean? She had no idea who he was. That she was here, in the White House, in pursuit of a dream was insanity enough without adding a second man into the equation.

“Sparrow!” Mary hissed suddenly.

Sparrow jerked her head up. Mary’s face had gone white. She looked around, but didn’t see anything wrong. The other tourists were milling around, waiting to be admitted into the main part of the building.

“Your wrists,” Mary said, crowding close. “Look.” She grabbed Sparrow’s right arm and turned her hand over.

Sparrow’s heart gave a sick, hard thump. The faintest outline of a tattoo was delicately etched on her skin. She couldn’t quite make it out yet, but there were definitely three circles. They looked like bruises. She snatched her hand away from Mary. “It’s nothing.” It had to be nothing. Otherwise, all those nights…no, she wasn’t crazy. She wasn’t bonding.

Mary narrowed her eyes. “Has this happened before?”

Sparrow shook her head. “I probably just banged it against the sink or something.”

Without warning, Mary seized her other wrist and held it up.

Sparrow froze. Three circles. Faintly outlined on her skin, same as her other wrist. She sucked in a harsh breath and clenched her fist. Impossible. “What’s happening to me?”

Mary grabbed her arm and hustled her to the corner, near the windows. There were still people all around, but at least they had a little more privacy here.

“You need to find your mate.” Mary grasped Sparrow’s hands and lightly touched a thumb to one of the circles. “Or mates. You need to, or you’re going to get very sick, from what I’ve read.”

Sparrow shook her head. “Mates? That’s insane.” She couldn’t think about this here. She couldn’t think about it at all without wanting to run away.

Mary squeezed her fingers tighter, making Sparrow wince. “Maybe. But you told me you dreamed about two men last night. Two.”

Sparrow pulled away and folded her arms around her waist so that her wrists were hidden. She really didn’t feel well. “What do you think I’m doing here, Mary?”

Her friend stared at her. “Holy fucking shit.”

Sparrow snorted. “Yeah. Exactly.” She thunked her head on the glass. It only made her headache worse. At this point, she felt like she was seeing everything through a filter of white noise. All the low voices around her were just static. God. She rubbed her forehead, trying to will the ache away. She hoped she wasn’t about to faint. Or throw up. That would be mortifying.

“What are we going to do?” Mary asked. She stepped away and started to pace. “It’s not like you can just waltz right in—”

“Excuse me,” a young man interrupted Mary’s low-voiced murmur. “Could you both please come with me?”

Sparrow straightened up. The man wore the standard Secret Service uniform that all the guides in the White House sported. She wasn’t sure what he wanted, but no one else was paying any attention to them.

“Is there a problem?” she asked, swallowing against the rising nausea. If she didn’t get a chance to sit down soon, she was pretty sure she was going to be very, very sick right on the very shiny floor.

“There’s no problem, ma’am. I’ve just been asked to escort you to a private area,” he said. “If you would come with me?” He stepped back and held out his arm.

Sparrow glanced at Mary, who shrugged, then lifted an eyebrow as if to say: isn’t this what you wanted?

“Okay,” Sparrow said. “Lead the way.”

The young man smiled politely and led them down the hall to a door hidden behind a tall plant. None of the other tourists paid them any attention. Sparrow frowned. How had she not noticed that door before? It wasn’t exactly hidden, but it wasn’t obvious, either.

“Where are we going?” she asked, following him.

“This way,” the man said, opening the door into a private garden courtyard that Sparrow had no idea even existed.

This isn’t on any of the public floor plans. She stumbled, still fighting her monstrous headache, but caught herself before she fell. The smell of flowers wafted across her face.

“Sparrow? Are you okay?” Mary asked, putting a hand on her arm.

Sparrow tensed. Her friend’s hand actually hurt. She shrugged it off, trying not to show how completely fucking freaked out she was.

What’s wrong with me? Is this what bonding feels like? If so, it sucks. She’d suspected she was bonding for a long time now, at least on some level, but she hadn’t expected to feel this wretched. And she still refused to believe that Morgan Wilde, president, was her bond mate. Or one of them, she thought very privately to herself.

Adult Excerpt:

Morgan ripped open his shirt, buttons flying. Sparrow reached out, then forced her hand back down. If she touched him now it would be all over, and she wanted Justin, too. She didn’t want to make love without him again. Now that they’d figured out why their bonding was so screwed up, she didn’t want to take any chances.

“Hurry,” she said, instead of touching him.

Morgan fumbled with his pants. His erection sprang out and Sparrow trembled. His cock was thick and dusky and perfect. She hadn’t had time before to really look at him before. They’d screwed on the table, still mostly clothed, because the bonding heat demanded it from them. She wanted more. His well-muscled chest looked like something out of a magazine. His hair was mussed, but she didn’t care.

He shoved his pants down. When he straightened up, she stepped back. She could hear the water in the shower shut off. Morgan’s blue eyes gleamed and then Justin stepped out of the bathroom, naked and wet.

Morgan swallowed hard. Sparrow looked at their bond-mate, admiring the toned perfection of his body. Her eyes landed on his erection. He was just as aroused as Morgan. His cock arched up against his abdomen, wet at the tip. When he reached down and palmed himself, she groaned.

“Fuck,” Morgan whispered. “I guess labels like straight or bi don’t really matter once you’re bonding.”

Justin grinned. “I was always bi, I just kept it to myself.”

Morgan sighed. “Same here. It doesn’t matter anymore. If I don’t touch you in the next ten seconds, I think I’m going to lose my damn mind.”

Sparrow agreed. “Yeah, what he said.”

“I’m not going to last,” Justin said in a strained tone of voice.

“Get on the bed,” Morgan said.

Sparrow didn’t know if he was talking to her or Justin, but she obeyed anyway. She backed toward the bed until her knees bumped the mattress. Justin came closer, hand still on his erection.

“Suck him,” Morgan commanded.

Sparrow’s entire body went white-hot. There was something so ridiculously sexy listening to Morgan giving orders. The president just told me to suck a man’s cock, she thought, burning up. She glanced up at him to find him also holding his erection. The shaft pushed out from between his fingers and she realized he was squeezing to hold off his climax. God, he’s hot. She sunk fingers into her pussy, unable to stop herself. She touched her clit, arching her back as sparks of pleasure shot through her.

“Fuck,” Justin said, watching her.

“Come closer,” Morgan said to Justin.

Their bond-mate nodded and moved between her legs. She licked her lips and leaned in. Justin aimed his prick at her mouth and she opened up.

We’ve never even kissed, she thought vaguely. It didn’t matter. He fed his erection into her mouth and she moaned as the warmth of him penetrated. He tasted good, sweet and musky, and he smelled like vanilla.

“God,” Morgan murmured.

Justin gasped as she used her tongue on him, then he eased out. Morgan took his place, carefully laying the tip of his cock on her lips. She licked him and he shuddered.

“So fucking hot,” Justin said, moving close again. His cock bumped Morgan’s and both men groaned. Justin waited until Morgan slid out of her mouth, and then he slid in. She sucked him, enjoying his pleasure. The bond was flaring inside the three of them, so that each one felt the others’ pleasure. When Sparrow licked her men, she felt it in her cunt, hot and decadent.

I’m going to explode. She reached up to hold both men in her hands. She began alternating between the two cocks, holding them close so that all she had to do was move her head a little. She sucked and licked until Justin started trembling so hard she was afraid she would catch him on her teeth if he had to stay upright much longer.

“Fuck me,” Sparrow said, urging him onto the bed.

The men looked at her, then at each other. The next thing she knew, Morgan was rummaging in the nightstand and Justin was pushing her up the bed. He rolled onto his back and hauled her on top.

“We’ll take it slow,” he said, kissing her.

She laughed into his mouth as his words penetrated her lust-hazed mind. “I don’t think slow is really an option.” Behind them, she heard the rip of plastic. A condom? But I told him about my implant, she thought, remembering their earlier bout of sex on the table, but then Justin ran his hands down her back and she forgot her confusion.

“Too bad,” he murmured against her lips, hands still stroking her spine. “I like it slow.”

“I’m in the mood for fast,” she said, smiling. She sank her hands into his messy hair, leaning her weight on her elbows.

He kissed her—probably to shut me up—and then she gasped as Morgan slid in behind them. His cock slotted up between her ass cheeks, hot and wet.

“God,” she said, gasping and arching away from Justin’s mouth. Justin grabbed her head and forced her back down, kissing along her jaw while Morgan rubbed his dick against her asshole.

OhThat’s what they meant about taking it slow. And why he needed a condom. She felt stupid and blurry, just now understanding that they meant to fuck her at the same time.

Cover Reveal: Marked Mates

Marked Mates

Coming November 2013!
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Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Menage a Trois (MMF), Paranormal, Romantic Suspense
Word Count: ~55,000
Heat Level: SCORCHING
Published By: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.
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When Sparrow dreams about President Morgan Wilde, she thinks she’s going crazy. Ordinary people like her don’t bond with the President, right? But when she dreams about a second man along with Morgan, she knows she needs to find her bond-mates or risk losing her mind.

Morgan knows he’s bonding, but he has no idea what to do about it. One of the people he’s dreaming about is a man whose face he can’t even see. As President, his responsibility is to his country, not his own desires. Of course, when Sparrow shows up during a White House tour, he discovers dreams can’t be denied.

Justin Boyd is working on a secret project and he doesn’t have time to figure out what’s wrong with him. He’s been sleeping badly for months, but he doesn’t have any of the signs of bonding: no wrist tattoos, no headaches. So why do two people haunt his dreams, night after night?

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Mr. Rockstar release day!

Today is the release of my rockstar romance, appropriately titled: Mr. Rockstar! I think you’ll enjoy the story of shy Isabelle and the singer who saves her from a serious lack of boyfriend (would you want to go to your best friend’s wedding alone?).

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Isabelle’s best friend is getting married and guess who’s the maid-of-honor?

Going to the wedding alone isn’t an option, so when Isabelle’s brother sends his buddy to her rescue, she can hardly believe who it is: rocker Marvin Clementine! He shows up at her door incognito, but nothing can hide the sexy smile that melts her spine.

At the wedding, he is the perfect gentleman right up until Isabelle’s ex-boyfriend attacks him. When Marvin punches him in the nose, taking him down with one swing, what can Isabelle do except take Mr. Rockstar home and kiss his wounds until he’s better?

Of course, one night of bliss isn’t enough for her to overcome her fears. Marvin’s celebrity lifestyle freaks her out, and it would be crazy to move to L.A., right? Especially for someone as shy as Isabelle. Unfortunately, she’s pretty sure Marvin is her one true love…

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