Wednesday, May 13, 2015

12 ALPHAS 12 MONTHS: Di Topaz's Excerpt



Mr. November 
The Ultimate Goal by Di Topaz 
"Will Justice and Angelique put their difference aside and go for the Ultimate Goal?"

Angelique could not believe the feeling that caused her body to tingle. She’d had orgasms before, but none that compared to the one she’d just experienced. It was so massive it could, from her perspective, count as more than one. She could not move. She wanted to lift her body onto her high bed, but that was a task she was not ready for as of yet. Her legs were still unstable. When she’d purchased the bed she thought of how sexy it would be. Never did she think she’d be too exhausted to get into the bed.

 When she finally opened her eyes, she looked down into Justice’s face. He still sat kneeling before her. She focused on his eyes and they had darkened with passion. She reached down and rubbed her hand across his face. He tilted his head and kissed her hand. The slight movement melted her heart. That was the motivation she needed to finally stand on her own.
Pushing away from the side of the bed, she reached for his hand. He placed his into hers and finally rose to his feet. She was quickly reminded that his bottom half was still covered with clothing. Placing her hand at the waistband of the sweatpants she pulled them over his hips. His member sprang forward ready for action. She had never been one of those people who believed in stereotypes. He was blessed with both girth and length.
“I have condoms in there,” she said as she pointed toward the nightstand.
 Justice wasted no time. He quickly stepped out of his pants and went to retrieve them. The shocked look on his face was enough to have her wondering if she’d left her magic mike there instead.
“What in the world?” he asked.
 He lifted his hand from the drawer holding several packages of condoms. All sizes and styles rained from his fingers. He looked at her with raised eyebrows.
“Hey, a girl can’t be too careful,” she laughed.

12 ALPHAS 12 MONTHS: Erosa Knowles's Excerpt



Mr. February 

RECLAMATION: Got your Six by Erosa Knowles 
"In the end, the only words he needed were hers." 

Closing his eyes, he dropped his head onto the lounger, allowing his lover to do her thing. Lately, a project at work had kept her tied in knots, and being a stress reliever had awesome benefits. Four days at the beach seemed the perfect remedy to rest and reconnect. Tamara’s knuckles grazed his cheek.

Max opened his eyes half-mast, watching, and waiting.
“I love you so much,” she whispered.
His dick jumped. Not because of what she said, but how the longing in her voice crawled inside his skin. “I never thought… never expected to meet someone like you. Not after… well, Eugene.”
Max tamped down the burgeoning irritation at the mention of that bastard into this special time.
Tamara rubbed against him, coaxing him back to life and robbing his mind of thought. His grip tightened on her ass, holding her close.
“You are so much more. A great father, friend to so many, and most importantly…” she whispered, and then kissed him lightly, again and again. Her tongue brushed against his mouth and slid between his lips.
Eager to join with her, Max’s body hummed with expectation. His fingertips trailed between her legs, seeking entry. “What? Most importantly what?” he asked when she stopped moving.
Tamara’s lips hovered above his. “Mine. All mine.” Her words sent a shaft of pleasure through him. 

12 ALPHAS 12 MONTHS: Yvette Hines's Excerpt



Mr. April 

Stalking Nayla by Yvette Hines 
"Nayla is being hunted. Shimar has to keep her safe, but convincing her she's his mate is the real challenge"

Hurrying, she was at almost a run. The revving engine let her know that her pursuers had picked up speed too.  Coming to the end of the deck, she saw an alleyway between the deck and the store. She considered ducking into it, but thought against it.
That’s how women get caught in movies.
“Bitch, stop!”
Pressing her hand to her chest to make sure the thin wallet stashed at the side of one of her breasts didn’t pop out, she began to run. Her low heels tapped fiercely on the concrete.
“Ah!” She screamed and struggled as someone grabbed her arm and yanked.
Dragged into the dark alleyway and pressed against the cool cement of the store, she fought against her captor blindly.
“Let me go, asshole!” She swung her fist and bucked her body as the grip tightened on one wrist and the weight of someone angled into her.
“Calm down—”
“You’ve messed with the wrong woman!” She bucked. Her language ghetto and menacing, evidence of her true roots. “Bastard, get off—”
His strength overpowered her, as he kept a hand over her mouth. “I’m not going to hurt you. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
Mister Amber Eyes was staring down at her. He had six inches or so over her five ten height. She wasn’t sure where he’d come from, but a part of her mind was glad he was there.
She preferred this stranger to the group in the car, evidenced by her body’s response to him. Yes, her heart was racing, and it would be easy to see it as a fact of her running for her life. However, that didn’t explain her taut nipples, the instant ache in her body or the throbbing of her clit.
The raw scent of cinnamon and sage drew her to him, made her crave his naked skin sliding along her own.
What in the hell? This was no time for her to become aroused. There were men out to get her.
His own gaze was intense as he stared at her, hard. His muscles were tense, not just from holding her, but bunching and flexing as if he fought within himself. There was a deep V over the bridge of his nose as if he were perplexed about something. She even became aware of a slight tremor that shook his form.
With his hand still over her mouth, she couldn’t question him.
There was a wide arc of light coming from the street as the vehicle came to the alley.
“She went down there.” Someone shouted.
The alley was wide enough for a garbage truck to pass through, allowing the car plenty of space to pass.
She wiggled, trying to indicate to her stranger that they needed to go. Soon, the headlights would spotlight them and they’d be caught.
“Be still.” His voice was strong, sure, husky. “Trust me?”
Unsure why he questioned her on that since they hadn’t even really met, or why she was nodding her answer that she did. But, at the center of her core, her very being, she trusted them man.
The car barreled toward them, the beam illuminating the walls and trash littering the alleyway as it drew closer. Any moment the two of them would be spotted.
He leaned in closer and laid his mouth against her ear. “Forgive me,” he whispered, his warm breath captivating her, seducing her senses.
Forgive hi—
Like a strike of lightning, his hand was under her dress and between her thighs. He circumvented the edge her thong and was inside of her.
Two thick fingers were thrust all the way in her sex.
Shocked didn’t begin to explain how she felt. She squeaked and pressed her fists into his chest trying to move him.
“Keep still,” he growled the order.
She froze, as the headlights landed on them.
“Where the fuck is she?”
The harsh rays kept her from seeing who was speaking as the car stopped.
I’m right here. Why can’t they see us standing right here?
Three car doors slammed.
Shivers raced through her. We’re caught.

12 ALPHAS 12 MONTHS: Aliyah Burke's Excerpt



Mr. September 

Inferno by Aliyah Burke 
"Sometimes the flames aren't meant to be put out. "

Bastian put his hands on the mattress behind him and watched the woman in the room with him. Her frustration with the entire situation showed all over her features, but he admired her restraint. Brown eyes sparked with emotion, and she occasionally chewed on the inside of her cheek. I have the feeling she’s close to the end of that particular rope, however. She held a shoe in one hand, showing off her bright pink sock with its white toes and heel. 
“I don’t have time for games,” she stated, glaring at him.
“And, you think I do? I was out playing games earlier. Haven’t even had food. Neither have you, considering how you stormed out of the diner without eating. So, here’s my proposition. We go out to eat, and you explain all of this to me in a calm, rational manner.”
“You say that in a condescending way, like I am not being calm or rational.” She dropped her shoe and positioned her foot to shove back in it.
“I’m not the one who stormed out of the diner.”
She narrowed her gaze on him, apparently forgetting about the shoe as she scowled. “No, you’re the one who was disrespectful to your grandfather.”
Seriously? “Come here.”
“Do you see a dog collar on this neck? Because I don’t respond like that.”
“Christ, woman, are you going to make everything this difficult?” He rose and went to her. She smelled fresh and clean, no cloying artificial scent. He liked it. Were he to pull her close to him, she would tuck into him nicely.
She took several deep breaths and said, “I’m sorry. I will try to be nicer.”
“Those words sounded dragged out of you,” he murmured, leaning closer until he brushed her hair with the side of his face. “Being nice that difficult?”
“I don’t know you from Adam. Your grandfather invited himself along after telling me you would help me. I don’t have a God damn clue about what is even needed for a photo shoot, and if I don’t deliver on this, my cousin is going to lose her flipping shit. Not that she should have put it on me to begin with. I mean, after all, I’m just the fucking family punching bag loser.” She threw up her hands and walked away from him.
He gripped her arm and drew her back against him. “Darlin’, you’re about to hyperventilate. Calm down and take deep breaths.”
Her dark skin had paled as her chest heaved with its attempts to pull in oxygen. He led her back to the bed and sat her on the edge.
“Deep breaths,” he stated once more. “Slowly.” He crouched before her, hands on her thighs as she continued to struggle. “Concentrate on your breathing.”
It began to slow. Her phone rang, and he noticed immediately how her breathing increased when she reached for it. He moved the item out of the way, so she couldn’t get to it. “Look at me.” Her attention swung back to him, expression scattered. He settled his hand on the side of her face. “Good, stay with me. Deep breaths. Do as I am.”
Five minutes later and her color had returned. Her breathing had gone back to a much more relaxed tempo. Focus inched into her gaze.
“I’m fine.” He didn’t move, remaining crouched between her legs. “You can back away.”
Slowly, he returned to his feet, not backing off, however. “Does that happen a lot?”
She touched the corners of her mouth. He went to bring her a bottle of water from the table. Bastian opened it and handed it off. She drank heavily until he took the bottle away.
“So, dinner?”
Her phone rang again, and he stared at her face, observing her debating if she should answer it or not. “Why not? What about your grandfather?”
“He’s on his own. This is between us.” He held out his hand. “Come on.”
She ignored his hand and went to the door. He turned and, right as she opened the door, said, “Would you like your shoe?”
Fire sparked in her gaze. “I need to drink,” she said, walking back to him where she snatched the shoe from his grasp.
“I think we can get you a drink.”
She gazed at him as she hopped on one foot, shoving her shoe on the other. “I didn’t say a drink. I said to drink.” She wriggled her foot then marched to the door once more.

Friday, May 8, 2015

BOUND TO HER; Available now

California beauty, Bethany Rhodes, needs an emergency getaway after a humiliating revelation between her surfer boyfriend and their landlady. She chooses the opposite coast for her escape, along with a four-day, three-night vacation package to the Maine mountainside. A blistering blizzard rolls in to keep her snowbound at the inn where her attention focuses on the grumpy, but gorgeous, innkeeper’s brother…Rock Braxton. 
The brooding lawman, Rock Braxton has his routine and his memories. Still unable to move on since his wife’s death, Rock has kept his heart on lockdown. From the first instant that he meets Bethany, she shakes up his world with her sunny disposition and sexy, bold charm. No matter how hard Rock tries to keep her at arms-length, he feels pulled under her spell. He feels bound to her. 

Rock cupped the delicate angle of her chin and gently tilted it upward. The flow of his blood roared in his head. The rush seized him in its clutch and swooped him into a frenetic spiral. Speech failed and so did his knees. He sank in front of her. They faced each other, chests rising and falling to the rhythmic beats pulsed to their stormy passions.
He tangled his fingers through her hair, its softness and curls interlaced with his hands. Her scent continued the invasion of his soul. He leaned in and brushed her hair across his cheeks. The silky curtain of hair teased his nerves. Everything about her was soft and smooth. Every instance of touching her made him glutton for more.
He kissed her, and he wanted more.
He laid her on her back to admire the luscious swell of her breasts and seductive outlines of her hips. Tenderly he kissed the star-shaped birthmark on her shoulder.  Her moan increased the flow of his excitement.
Again, he wanted more.



Book Release: To Tempt A Billionaire

Have you ever had an item on your to do list that never seemed to get completed? For a while To Tempt A Billionaire was on the to do list ...