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August Picture Capture! 13 Fantastic Authors Test Their Creativity… #PictureCapture

Capturing the moment is every author’s goal. We want to express emotions so clearly that the reader’s impacted when they put the book down. So I’ve brought you a collection of authors who are all using the exact same photograph as inspiration for a short scene. They are capturing the picture with their words. These short scenes are NOT part of a book…yet, but they will give you great insight into the authors head!

As always you’re welcome to give it a go and post your story scene in the comments, in fact, I encourage you to try it! Here’s how to do it…2014 - 8 August


Use the photo prompt to write a 350 word scene.

No limitations. No restrictions.

Let your imagination go wild.

Alongside every entry, is the authors contact links, and most recent book cover.

If you like what they did, please leave a comment or even better, buy a book!

So, here is what the authors came up with this month….


Lori King A Fetish & Fantasy Short Story2 - 300x450

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Her white button down shirt was ruined, but Violet could care less. The cool ocean water flowed around their hot bodies as Ash stripped her clothes from her body leaving her shirt spread underneath her to protect her from the sandy beach.

“I want you so much, sweetness, it’s killing me.”

His breath was hot against her ear, and she moaned as his hands stroked over her. Her nipples were sharp points against the satin cups of her bra, and she wrapped her legs around his to hold him in place between her spread thighs.

“Fuck me Ash. Like your life depended on it. Take me and make me yours before you leave me.”

Emotion made her voice crack, but they both pretending it wasn’t there. Using passion and lust to cover their fear and heartache. Tomorrow was soon enough to face the future. Tonight, as the sun set on the horizon, they would come together and make magic.

Bracing himself, Ash rose up over her and stared down into her eyes. She’d never had anyone look at her like that before. Like he was hungry for her.

“I love you Violet Clawson. I’ve loved you since we were fourteen and you first tried out for the Rockets baseball team.” Ash said in a husky voice. “No matter what happens, I will always love you, and if you’re still here—”

She pressed a finger to his lush lips and shushed him, “I’ll be here, baby. I love you too. We’ll have email, and phone calls. Don’t worry, I’ll be here waiting when you get back.”

“Eight months is a long time…” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the center of her forehead.

“I gave you my heart for a lifetime, Ash. Eight months is nothing. Now, make love to me.”



Jessica AndersonJessica Anderson

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She waited by the ocean’s edge, awaiting her lover’s return.  He had been aboard that pirate ship for far to long for her to be happy about.  She knew she chose to marry into this life style but she hated it.  The constant waiting and never knowing when he was coming home, or if he was even coming home.  She often thought about what would happen if he was lost at sea, or even killed, but she couldn’t see herself without the man she loved.

Her family fought her on marrying him, said a filthy pirate would never be any good for a woman of her wealth and stature, but she refused to listen.  He had her heart, and to her that was all that mattered.  The painful time that was spent away from him often got very hard for her to deal with, and it seemed to get worse every time he was away, but the time together was like heaven on earth, and the place she sat at on the shore was the pearly gates.

She was always out there before the sunset, she loved watching the sunset from the view of the ocean.  It was also the most common time for pirates to come ashore.  Then she saw the ship coming into view.  It was the most exhilarating thing she had seen in months.  Heart racing, she stood up out of the sand, her tears caught in her throat as she saw a body dive into the water before the ship could even stop.

She was frozen in place until the man came up from the water and ran up to her hugging her so tight she thought she would never be able to breathe.  “Oh Philip, I worried I would never see you again.”  The tears finally started to fall as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.

“Even Davey Jones Himself couldn’t keep me away from you.”  He returned.

He took her lips in a deep, life-sucking kiss.



Holly S. RobertsHolly S Roberts

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“This.” His body slowly brushed against mine.

“Right here.” He lowered his head until I tasted his lips.

“Is why I love you.” He took my mouth.

Air wasn’t necessary. His breath filled me. The cool ocean water did nothing to soothe the burning ache that raged within. He pulled back and I drowned in his green eyes once more.

“Say you love me,” he whispered.

I froze. Three simple words. Words I never trusted anyone enough to speak.

His eyes darkened and for a moment I thought he would leave me—wanting him. Needing him so I could breathe again.

The intensity in his gaze ignited. “You say it every time you look at me. Every time you scream my name when you come. Someday you’ll say the words but until then show me.”

He let me off the hook again. Showing was easy. I pushed my hips upward.

“You’re mine,” he groaned before taking my mouth once more.

I was. I loved him.

And that’s why I hated myself. He was a job and my betrayal would kill him.



Samantha PotterSamantha Potter

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Droplets of water from his masculine body dripped one by one. Landing on my body, chilling the area immediately, lying under his taught body as my mind flickered back and forth from memories to present. Trying to block out what I’d just witnessed. I looked up into his pale green eyes, looking for any sign to prove he was human.

Only moments ago I was sitting on the beach, watching the large waves hit the surface with a splash. The sun drifting down slowly igniting many shades of colour illuminating the sky, I believe it was a warning. As each day finished the sun would try to shine for a bit longer. Unfortunately given the day I had I was feeling rebellious. Heading to the beach instead of the comfortable surroundings of my home. Watching the current glide in, the cool breeze cooling my skin almost instantly.

Until it happened, thinking I had gone completely mad. Watching something swoop out of the water before diving back in, my heart beat reacting to the odd sight. Goosebumps forming on my skin, it felt as if the air had cooled incredibly within minutes.  Time was limited and my reaction was slow as i watched this creature jump once more, knocking me back into the sand. The full weight of his body leaning on mine was making it hard to breath.

“What on earth are you?” I asked in a shaky voice.

“Your worst nightmare.” He responded in a husky but determined voice.

I could feel my heart rate jump, the pressure from his body making it hard to move. His wet hair covering his eyes partially, making this creature even more mysterious. As he looked directly into my eyes, I couldn’t help but stare back. Staring into his soul, fear leaving me almost immediately as a clear indication of his intentions became clear. Feeling his overly large package dug into my thigh. Lust slowly building as my attraction to this man became clearer.



KD JonesKD Jones

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After years of being only a wife and mother, Leslie’s life became all about other people. She did not have anything for herself. Then one day, her husband left her for a younger woman and her children grew up and moved away to live their own lives. She felt an emptiness in her life.

On a spur of the moment decision she bought a vacation deal for a week at an island in Fiji. She thought, “What the hell, I deserve this.”

Day one she slept most of the time from jet lag. Day two she ventured out to the restaurant and the pool. By day three she was on the beach and she never wanted to leave. It was pure paradise.

It was on the beach that she met someone that would change her life forever. Robert Caraway was a kayak instructor. He was in his late forties but was still buff and in shape. He had sandy blond hair and blue eyes that almost matched the water he spent most of his time in. She flirted with him when he took her on a kayak lesson and to her surprise, he flirted back.

She only booked one lesson with him but he asked for her to come back the next day. He took them on the kayak to a more secluded island. They pulled the kayak up on the beach so that they could make lunch.

They talked about their lives. Robert was a widower. His only daughter was in college. He used to be a pilot but retired and came to Fiji to open his own Kayak shop. It was his dream. When he asked Leslie what her dream was, she had only one that came to her mind.

“I want to make wild passionate love on this beach with you.”

She felt his hands caress her as his body pressed her into the sand. This was crazy. She should tell him to stop. But she did not want to. She needed this, needed to be touched, needed to be reminded that she was still a woman.



JC CerrigoneJustine Cerrigone

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The briny scent of the sea burned her nostrils as Kate welcomed his weight.

“You ready?” Dale’s body grinded into hers.

The sunset seared her eyes as she stared into his. Her sedated expression gleamed in them.

“That sand’s gonna scratch and scrape across your flesh, just like my cock’s going to do to those soft, tender insides of yours,” he whispered.

“I’ve been ready for you since our flight tickets were punched back at the airport,” Kate said, her tone tight with effort.

They’d met on the plane, both disgruntled over having to make sudden trips due to their business obligations.

Dale’s occasional glances throughout the flight had rattled her bones, the attraction intense accompanying an acute certainty.

“What happens once we get off this beach and reality belts us across the face?” Kate snaked her arms around his neck, his skin hot and damp.

“You’re only three hours south of the tri-state area.”  Dale’s palm slid over her breast, fingering her nipple, a nipple that hadn’t had such an aroused peak in months.  His mouth descended on hers. His tongue artfully traced her mouth, bathing her teeth with his moisture.

Thick, sea air moved between them when he pulled back. His brows pulled together.

“I know,” Kate laughed, feeling the additional heat fire in her cheeks.  “I sound like a virgin.  Don’t worry…I’m not planning the wedding,” she said, jokingly.

Dale shrugged.

“I’m not worried, baby.  You sound like a woman who just wants to make sure we have enough to go on so we’ll see each other again.”  Dale’s hand roamed; his touch soothing.  His spell expanded over her, like a puddle during a downpour.

The waves curled and sloshed, edging up the sand, seeping beneath her, cooling her firry skin.

“I suppose so,” Kate sighed, her ribs pressing against the weight of him.

“Let me give it to you straight up,” Dale said, straddling over her hips.  “Once I baptize you,” his pelvis rolled over hers.  “There’s no going back.”



Kalissa WayneKalissa Wayne

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He awoke where the hurricane ravaged waves must have tossed him. Disoriented, he raised his head to look around. The beach didn’t look familiar, but then beaches were rearranged by storms. The burning pain in his body reminded him that he had a passenger he needed to be rid of, and quickly.

Concentrating inward, he separated his molecules from the human he had absorbed from the shipwreck. Stupid humans couldn’t believe that they weren’t as powerful as nature and constantly dared the storms upon the waters. He had happened across a sinking ship on his way to Atlantis and found a lone survivor struggling to reach the surface. He hadn’t had time to see who it was he saved, but absorbed the human’s essence before it was too late.

Even amidst the pain of separation, he was aware that the form taking shape below him was very curvy and very feminine. Once the pain ceased, he opened his eyes and caught his breathe. Lying beneath him was the woman from his dreams.

Her face was ashen and a gash across her forehead was beginning to well with blood but it was her. Her breathing was shallow but seemed to be gaining strength even as he checked her pulse, which was slow but steady. Her damp, dark hair spread around her head in the shallow puddle of water surrounding them.

Even as he watched, her eyelids fluttered and she opened her eyes. Turquoise blue like the equatorial waters, swirling with a mist of confusion, her eyes slowly focused on his face hovering just above hers. As her eyes cleared and settled on his, she opened her mouth and screamed….



Jade BelfreyJade Belfrey

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“The plan couldn’t have come together better.”

She smiled. “Better for who, Ian?”

They laughed together. Although they both were free and clear of all charges now, they would never be off the radar of the men who wanted Ian’s blood.

It was a fight that had brought then to the ‘edge of the world’. Martie appreciated the island’s nickname now, as the sun dipped under the horizon. This wasn’t a bad way to spend their last night here. Although this place held some bad memories for her, it was still where she had fallen in love with Ian. No matter what happened when they got home, no one could take that precious memento of the tropics from her.

Martie felt Ian’s hand on her cheek, gently guiding her face away from the scenery. “Wanna let me in on what has you so worried?”

She bit her lip. “What happens when we leave here?” She had never thought that she would want more from him, but she did. She wanted it all. What had they been fighting for here if none of it mattered state-side?

“Well first, you’re no longer my secretary.”

“I’m not?” Martie was shocked. Ian couldn’t fire her. Not after five years at the company, and certainly not after her work here.

“Nope. You’re my partner now. And your apartment will be boxed up immediately.”

“Really, Ian? Where would you suggest I live?”

“With me.” He kissed her gently, his lips telling her that everything in their relationship had changed in the last ten days. “You’re mine now.”

Martie barely registered him unfastening each button on her white blouse before he pushed the shirt open. “People can see us here!”

The devilish look was back in his eyes. “I’m counting on that, Miss Keegan.” His hard body pushed her back down into the sand. She sighed as his hands forced her arms over her head in submission to him.

This time when he bent his head to kiss her, she kissed him back with an overwhelming need. It was true; she was his now, body and soul.



Michelle RothMichelle Roth

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Normally, Taryn didn’t open up about her past. She was just used to bottling it or ignoring it, but Evan was really easy to talk to. He listened without passing judgment. He asked questions as if he was interested in what she had to say. Most of all, he didn’t give her that look of pity when she talked about it.

Unable to stop herself, Taryn tilted her head back and to the side so she could brush her lips against his cheek.  As she moved to turn her head, he shifted slightly and tilted his mouth down toward hers. She sighed against his mouth as he nipped and teased her lower lip, sucking it gently into his mouth. She shifted slightly, her hand reaching out to rest against his cheek.

She heard a low moan in the back of his throat as his tongue swept into her mouth. She couldn’t help but give an answering moan when his hand slid into her hair and he deepened the kiss. It quickly spiraled out of control. By the time they broke apart, gasping, she was stretched out underneath. His hips rocked gently against her core.

His breathing uneven, Evan leaned down to rest his forehead against hers and said, “This isn’t the time or place but I want to be inside you so badly right now. You have no idea.”

She bit her lip as another wave of pure lust slammed into her and said, “I have every idea.”

She leaned up and nipped at the side of his throat. On another groan he tilted his head and said, “Let’s go home before I do something stupid like fuck you on a beach at three in the morning.”

Taryn released his neck and leaned her forehead against his shoulder. After a moment, he rolled off of her. She immediately felt the ache between her thighs increase. She sighed and said, “I’m incredibly tempted to let you.”



Raven McAllan

Raven McAllan

Releasing Sept 3!

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The pebbles dug into her ass, and she was damn sure she’d find some in the most unusual places. Tiny ones chafed any area of exposed skin, and not for the first time, Laurie wondered what she was doing.

Jack loomed over her, almost but not quite touching. His breath was warm on her cheek, the minty freshness a contrast to the salty sea air.

Laurie shivered. It was one of the weirdest places she’d ever done anything remotely like this, but she’d decided it would be worth it. Now she wasn’t so sure.

A gull screamed in the distance as she wriggled to try and removed one of the larger pebbles from between her butt cheeks. Out if the corner of her eye she saw a crab appear, stare at them and scuttle away. She didn’t blame it, if she had her way she’d scuttle off as well.

“Are you ready Laurie?” His voice was deep and sexy. The sort of voice designed to make your panties wet, and your clit beg for attention.

“Oh yes.”

Jack moved closer, her breath hitched as she saw the desire in his eyes, and knew it should be mirrored in hers.



Laurie lowered her lashes and waited. It was a wonder he couldn’t hear her heart thumping.

The gull screeched again, louder and closer this time.

“What the…”

Laurie opened her eyes to see Jack scramble to his feet, cursing.

“That bloody fucking gull shat on me.” The look on his face was comical.

Laurie rummaged in her pocket and passed him a tissue.

“That’s blown it. Wait for the fall out,” Jack said as he wiped his shoulder. “I thought this would be nice and simple. Hot girl, secluded beach. Perfect.” He winked. “I should have known better.”

“Okay, fun time over.” The metallic voice boomed out loudly. “Places everyone. Take two.”



Doris O’ConnorDoris Oconner

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Anna ran for her life, her torn shirt flapping behind her, as she kicked up the pebbles on the beach. Too loud, she was far too loud. That thing… things whatever they were would hear her.

She choked back tears and ran faster. She’d been warned not to go to the beach late at night, but she hadn’t managed to sleep, and no one had been there until that rough hand had grasped her from behind.

Despite the humidity of the summer’s night the icy cold emanating from that creature had frozen the blood in her veins, together with her scream for help. Moonlight glistening of his fangs, he had yanked her up against his thin frame and her struggles had proved ineffective.

Stumbling in the water that now splashed up her legs, she looked over her shoulder and screamed. The huge Black Panther who had leapt on the vampire seconds before that creature’s fangs had pierced her skin, was closing the distance between them at terrifying speed.

The fact that he was on his own did nothing to stop her terror. No doubt the others would follow him once they had stopped ripping the vampire to shreds.

The panther leapt and Anna’s foot went from under her on the slippery stones. Bracing herself for the impact, she shut her eyes, but instead of claws ripping through her skin, heat surrounded her, and cushioned her fall.

“Anna, breathe. It’s okay, you’re safe.”

Dimly aware of the sensation of being lowered carefully onto the pebbles she daren’t move as warm, masculine hands checked her over.

“Talk to me.  Did he bite you anywhere? Jesus, tell me he didn’t. Anna!”

That last whip like command forced her eyes open and she stared into the concerned amber eyes of her next door neighbor—her very naked, very well endowed neighbor—nestled between her legs.

Heat climbed into her cheeks, and she shook her head and gasped at the intimacy of their situation, and Jacob’s eyes bled to his panther’s.

That explained so much, but what a way to finally get his attention.



JB MillerJB Miller

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“Oh my God,” I breathed.

Kaden had me under him his mouth working his way down my neck.

It felt so good and so bad at the same time.

“Damn, Sadie,” He groaned. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.”


I think shock was settling in.

Just looking at him made me hot, but damn… Kaden actually touching me? I was on fire.

“Sadie, sweet little Sadie. All grown up and mine for the taking,” He growled.

How did this happen? How did I go from sitting on my own to having sex on the beach?

I could not believe this was happening. When I left the house tonight, nothing like this was in my plans.

Rebeca was supposed to have met me at Captain Jack’s seafood restaurant and we should have had our fry up and girl talk.

Instead, she sent a text telling me that Jamie had man flu and I was on my own. This was one of the reason I was still single.

My mind flew back over the last few hours, How Kaden had walked in to the restaurant as I was about to leave.

How his charming smile and dark smoky laughter caused shivers to run down my spine.

He had told me that since Rebeca couldn’t make it, he thought he would drop by since he was in town.

We laughed, ate some hush puppies and fish, drank a lot of wine and then strolled along the beach.

Everything was great. We were just two old friends catching up on days long gone, when somehow comradery turned into something more.

We went from leaning against each other to leaning into one another. His hand tipped my chin upwards and I watched helpless as his lips dropped to mine.

The next thing I knew, he we were alone on the beach and making love.

In the short few moments it took me to go through the night’s events in my mind, Kaden was hovering over me.

“Ready baby?”

“Oh God,” This was Kaden, my best friend’s brother.



Sherri Hayes

Releasing September 4th!

Releasing September 4th!

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She ran down the beach, laughing so hard it was getting difficult to put one foot in front of the other. He caught up with her, of course. She’d had little hope to outrun him. Not that she’d really want to in any case.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her down. Once they were on the ground, he laid her down, and placed his arms on either side of her, pinning her down with the lower half of his body. “You think that’s funny do you?”

“Yep.” She giggled.

There was a wicked gleam in his eyes as he reached down and began tickling her.

As she thrashed about, her tank top began to ride up. And as it did, his fingers followed the progression of fabric as it moved. The moment the tips of his fingers touched the underside of her breasts, the air around them changed. She felt it almost instantly.

He stilled, and she opened her eyes. There it was—that spark that had been hovering beneath the surface since her return. They’d been friends since grade school, but what she was feeling was anything but childish.

She saw him swallow, and then he began to pull his hand away. “Don’t.”

They both stared at each other. She knew that if they crossed this line, there would be no going back. What if it didn’t work? Would their friendship survive? She didn’t know the answer to that. But she also knew that she trusted him more than any other man. He’d been there for her when her marriage fell apart even though he was over a thousand miles away.

Before she could talk herself out of it, she reached up and pulled his mouth down to hers.

He only hesitated for a moment. She knew all the questions that were running through her head were on his mind as well.

In the end, they both gave up the fight as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her for all he was worth.


Thank you so much to all of the authors who participated! I hope you’ll encourage us by letting us know if you would like us to continue our specific stories. Just leave a comment for us in the comment section. We’ll be back September 30th with another one!

As always Live, Laugh, and Love like today is your only chance! ~ Lori

Skye Michaels is giving away EBooks on my blog today!

As part of this blog appearance I am giving away ARC copies of the first book of each of my first THREE series, to the four random readers.  Just leave your email address in the comments, and I will draw winners on Friday August 29!   That would be The Le Club series set in Ocala, Florida (horse country), The Golden Dolphin series set on a 300 foot mega yacht, and The Black Iris Club series set in a BDSM club and a police/legal background in Fort Lauderdale, Florida.  They are all fun and sexy, so be sure to leave a comment.


SOME ADVICE FOR PEOPLE WHO WANT TO BE WRITERS – Which Applies to All Genres – Certainly Not Just Erotic Romance

15579968_s (2)Recently I have spoken with several people who told me they also wanted to write and asked how to get started.  My best advice is just TO START.  Write something.  Open a directory on your computer and start a Notes page.  Think about your plot as you drive to and from work.   Jot down character studies, location ideas, plot ideas.  Get something – anything – on paper.   That’s what editing is for, to make sense of your crazy first draft.

Some writers outline every nuance and plot twist chapter by chapter spending days or weeks getting it just right before they ever write a word.    I have written nineteen books, and I have never done an outline.   I might have an idea for a plot:  Girl goes on BDSM cruise with her girlfriend.   Across the deck she sees the guy who stood her up for prom fifteen years ago and broke her little teenage heart.   That’s it.  Write Chapter One and GO.  That is the plot for Cassandra’s Revenge, Book 4 of The Golden Dolphin Series.  I have to say it’s one of my favorite books.  Who among us hasn’t had her little heartbroken at one time or another and wanted some payback.  Well, here I got it for all of us.

In Violette’s Vibrato, Book 3 of the Golden Dolphin series, my heroine (First Violin with the NY Philharmonic) was in trouble with the Russian Mob.  The story was coming along well.  The Hero and heroine were great together.  AND THEN I didn’t know how to finish it off.  How the heck was I going to solve the problem?  How do you get rid of the Russian mob?  It wasn’t any easier in my book than I expect it would be in real life.  I thought and thought (this is the part where I wish I’d outlined) and then one morning I woke up early and just knew what to do.  My subconscious had worked out a solution.  I rushed to jot it down – if I don’t my brilliant ideas drift off into space never to be seen again.

It really doesn’t matter how you approach the project.  The outliner spends a ton of time getting ready to write.  The pantster just goes for it.  Either way, you have to spend the time.  I sometimes find that in the middle of a book I don’t know where I’m going or what to do next.  Then I have to spend the time figuring it out that the outliner has already invested.   Six of one – half a dozen of another.   The trick is to JUST DO IT.  Find the method that suits you best.  Try both and see how it goes.  Just get started if it has always been your dream.

Writing is fun.  Every day is something new, and I get to share the adventures of all my characters (whom I love like children).  My new series, The Black Iris Club, starts with Kaylin’s Pursuit, the story of a homicide detective in Fort Lauderdale (my home town) who during the course of an investigation of a serial killer meets and falls in love with the sexy and rich (they always are – who wants real life?) Dom, Jack Dalton Brown.  He owns a BDSM club in the penthouse of the building where the body was found.  Kaylin goes into the club undercover to root out the serial killer.  That’s all I knew when I started.  The four books of the series are now finished and also include:  Chloe’s Rescue (human trafficking), Gabriella’s Prosecution (gang violence), and Nicollette’s Defense (PTSD and veteran’s issues).

The one thing you really need is a good story.  Without a story, you don’t have a book.  If it’s only about sex, the reader (and I include myself in that group because I also read) gets bored and loses interest.  If you have a good story, they will want to read the story even if some just glance over the sex.

Another saying is “write the book you want to read.”  Well I have done that nineteen times and I’m not tired of it yet – so give writing a try if you think you might like it.  I hope you will check out my fan page on Facebook, Skye Michaels Books, where you will find covers and first chapters of all the books.  I love to hear from readers, so drop me a line and let me know what you like and what you don’t (not so much the what you don’t – LOL).   – Skye Michaels



Other books by Skye Michaels

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The LeClub Series:  Calleigh’ Collar, Kelly’s Challenge, Anne’s Courage, Paula’s Commitment, Madison’s Choice and Belinda’s Crown

The Golden Dolphin Series:  Ivorie’s Surprise, Harper’s Submission, Violette’s Vibrato, Cassandra’s Revenge, Pandora’s Box, and Hannalore’s Treasure

The Black Iris Series:  Kaylin’s Pursuit, Chloe’s Rescue, Gabriella’s Prosecution, and Nicollette’s  Defense

The Black Dahlia Hotel Series:  (Coming Soon)  Mikaela’s Debut, Vaughn’s Awakening

The Horsemen Series:  The Appearance of Impropriety (Not a BDSM book)

WWW.FACEBOOK.COM/SKYEMICHAELSBOOKS Fan Page for covers and first chapters


GIVEAWAY! Whiskey Starr brings us “Beat To Their Heart”


Tomorrow, brand new JK Publishing author Whiskey Starr, is releasing her first book, Beat To Their Heart! Her and I have become friends via Facebook, so when she asked me to read the book early and review it, I jumped at the chance. I’ll admit I was excited. I love rocker books. There’s something about the dirty, gritty, hard-core lifestyle, blended with the flash and glamour of fame, that revs my engine. So I sat down this weekend with an early copy of the first book in the Surviving The Dream series, and here are my thoughts…

Beat of Their Heart is the story of Joey Hart, and Skylar Morgan. A hard-core rocker at heart, Joey grew up with nothing, and his adult life has become nothing but his music, and the occasional bang with a groupie. He and his three best friends have worked their asses off to get their band, Chasing Tail, a deal, and now that it’s here, it’s brought as much disappointment as it has success.

Completely opposite of Joey’s grim, gritty existence, Skylar Morgan lives for her six year old son. Born gifted with special needs, Milo is a HUGE part of the heart of this book. He adds humor that can only come from a six year old, and a level of honesty that I don’t think the book could have done without.

Joey and Skylar meet under unusual circumstances, and the two are drawn to each other by something undeniably powerful. An unfortunate situation brings them closer together, and with each turn of the page (or in my case, click of the Kindle button) these two grew hotter. Their relationship was tested and they were pushed and pulled by external forces, but the bond between them seemed to keep drawing them back. Like a rubber band that won’t break. I was smitten by Joey, as his bad-boy exterior hid a sensitive, loving soul, who took to being a ready-made father like a fish to water. Skylar was the perfect blend of mom, and real woman. She fought the fears that every single mother would when faced with bringing a new person into her child’s life, and the huge transitions that were thrust upon her. The other band members of Chasing Tail, were both the humor, and the sorrow of this story for me. They made me laugh, and made my heart ache for them. Like lost boys that just need someone to wrap them in a hug and love them. (FYI I’m absolutely volunteering)

A couple of my favorite lines:

“I love a woman who is passionate about her cake.”

“Casey winked at her before handing her a chart to a patient with irritable bowels in need of a bedpan. Oh the joys of having sex at work, you leave and you get the shitty cases.”

“Instead of calling for help, you hung out and got into trouble. Guess it sucks getting your dick stuck in the zipper, Joey. It’s the rocker way. Goodbye, Joey.”

Despite a handful of editing issues, I really believe that Beat To Their Heart is the start of a great series, and I’m looking forward to seeing what Whiskey Starr has for us next.  I highly recommend that everyone grabs this new book, and don’t forget to leave your own review for it!



Whiskey StarrWarning: For Mature Adult  Audiences.  Contains language and actions some may deem offensive. Sexually  explicit content. MF

In book one of Surviving the  Dream:

Circumstances in Joey Hart’s life has him spiraling out of control.  He knows it and so does everyone around him.  A loner by normal standards who only cares about himself and the music.  When the band Chasing Tails catches a break, he and the other members fight to find a balance between stardom and everyday life.  A near tragedy causes them all to stand up and take notice of what really matters—living.

Skylar Morgan is an ER nurse with responsibilities.  However, one night out to see a local band places Sky on the radar of a bad boy and she isn’t sure if she can handle him.  Several months go by with no contact, and she is comfortably back to her everyday routine, until the ER doors open and in walks a man that has starred in  her dreams for months, turning her life upside down.

Can Joey move on from his past to open his heart for a new chance of happiness?  Will Sky be able to move on and trust someone openly with everything she holds dear?  Or will the two of  them find a different rhythm instead of the beat of their heart?




Whiskey has graciously offered up two fantastic prizes, and all you need to do is leave a comment! Be sure to tell Whiskey how much you love rocker books so that she’ll hurry up and release the next one. :)

The first winner will receive this necklace…


And the second winner will receive an ecopy of Beat To Their Heart!

Contest ends Tuesday evening when Whiskey draws the winners.


Release Party

Whiskey is hosting a week long release event on Facebook, and she’s giving away some great stuff, and sharing the original lyrics of songs by Chasing Tail. Be sure to stop by!


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Love Notes from Lori King – monthly newsletter & cover reveal!

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Jacklyn’s Saviors by Elle Boon

Elle BooneJaklyn’s Saviors

Ravens of War 3

Jaklyn Marx learned at a young age what pain was at the hands of her father. For seventeen years she’d lived with the physical scars, and the knowledge that she was a latent wolf among her pack. But she had extra abilities. She could connect with others mentally, and had helped free the goddess Selena and aided to save Tamara, both were bonded to Ravens. Meeting two men who claimed she was meant to be theirs sent her running.

Gray and Colt had been searching for their Fated for thousands of years. When they saw Jaklyn in Cronus’s temple their first thought was to claim her then and there. However, she’d run from them. When they found her next she disappeared, again, only this time they were prepared to do anything to find her, even call on goddesses.

Just when the trio find happiness a demon from their past threatens to destroy them. Jaklyn refuses to allow her father to take anything else, especially her newfound love for the two men who save her past, present and future.

Seamus Marx spent seventeen years in Hell waiting for a way to return to Earth and extract revenge on those who killed him. He’d make his pack pay for all his suffering, and then he’d make his daughter suffer twice as bad. He found a way out when Cronus brought him and a bunch of other demons through a portal to fight the Ravens, only Seamus was no longer the god’s puppet.

They will need more than just love to defeat Seamus and his tainted pack. They’ll need the help of all the Ravens and a god or two in order to destroy something Cronus created.

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Gray lifted her leg over his, stretching her thighs wide. The blunt tip of his cock rubbed against the folds of her soaking pussy, the mushroom shaped head already pushing inside her. His head bent, licking her lips while his arm held her leg near his shoulder. It was a good thing she was flexible, flashed into her mind.

Her taste was as intoxicating as the finest tequila Gray had ever consumed. His tongue traced her raspberry red mouth. Goddess he loved her unique flavor. He closed his eyes, sliding the rest of the way inside of her heated depths. Gray used his powers to stimulate her breasts into tight hard points, hearing her gasp when he emulated the sensation of his mouth on first one nipple and then the next made his dick twitch.

Colt was working her tight rear entrance, and each time he did something she obviously liked, her Kegel muscles nearly strangled him, but you’d hear no complaints from Gray.

His kiss turned voracious. He wanted to memorize everything about this moment. She met him in intensity, her tongue tangled with his, sucking on the tip like a favorite treat.

Gray trickled his power in a slow caress down her ribs, over her flat belly. The jewel in her belly button was a turn on he enjoyed tugging with his teeth. He let his power flare out to roll over her clit in tight slow circles. Them Kegel muscles started squeezing again, and holy shitballs his eyes just about rolled to the back of his head, but he didn’t want to miss one second of this.

Jaklyn tensed up. “I’m not sure this is gonna work, boys.” She breathed out.

“Just relax, baby. We can make this easier for you.” Colt’s hand ran around to cup her breast.

“What do you mean?”

Gray grunted. “We can relax you in more ways than one.”

“Like drug me?”

“Oh for fucksake, no not drug you. You know we can manipulate things right?” He waited for her to finish her vigorous nodding. “We can ease things for you.”

“Well get to the easing, damn it. Have you had something the size of that”—she shoved her ass into Colt—“into your nether region?”

Gray laughed. “Can’t say that I have. Colt, you take care of that, I’ve got the front half filled.”

“Now, that was lame,” Jaklyn said, smiling into his face.

He felt Colt easing inside their woman, her hips rocked forward, her head tilted back as he held Jaklyn more firmly.

Once they were fully inside her, it took everything in him not to try and drive deeper, with his cock right where he wanted it to be he prayed for patience. He glimpsed down to where they were connected, seeing his cock slick from being inside her almost made him come. Fuck, he needed to think about something else.

“Son of a bitch, I’m not… I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything this good in my life.” Colt’s words echoed what Gray was experiencing.

Jaklyn had one arm wrapped around Gray, and the other held Colt’s arm that was locked on her leg.

Gray increased his thrust in tandem to Colt’s, like synchronized music they pushed and pulled out in opposite strokes. The scents of mouthwatering syrup and cinnamon permeated the air, one layering over the other as their essences combined.

Jaklyn’s eyelids slid half closed, while Colt’s and his bodies began to sweat. Her body took on a glistening hue that mesmerized Gray. “You are so fucking beautiful.” His voice cracked. “When I look at you I see my future.”

“And you said you weren’t poetic.” Her fingers twined in Gray’s hair.

Back and forth, they slammed their bodies together, the headboard hit the wall.

“Please tell me you’re close, Jaklyn.” Colt’s voice was hoarse.

“So damn close.”

Gray grunted. “What do you need?”

Her head thrashed, nearly head butting Colt.

Colt pulled almost all the way out of Jaklyn, making her tense. Gray drove higher inside, grinding his pelvis against her clit. He connected with Colt on the spiral path they’d been using for centuries, knowing instinctively what his best friend had planned. When Colt would slam back inside, Gray pulled back, their cocks rubbing against each other almost sending Gray over the edge.

Their thrusts came faster, Gray was lost in the friction of it. Through their link he realized that Jaklyn was just as lost to the sensation of the dual penetration. A scream was ripped from her throat, echoing around the silent room, except for the sounds of their bodies slapping against each other. He and Colt followed her over the edge of bliss, her body squeezing the cum from both of them, milking their seeds from deep within their balls. He shouted, the pounding rhythm completely forgotten.

White-hot heat arced over his body, his hands slick with sweat couldn’t find purchase on Jaklyn’s hips. A dark sensation tingled from his toes up his legs, radiating out of every pore on his body. He locked eyes with Jaklyn and Colt. Both of them had their eyes wide with expressions he was sure mirrored his. A last shout of pleasure as another orgasm was ripped from him, this one even more intense than the last.

Gray and Colt continued to rock back and forth, the sliding motion making Gray’s dick jerk, and more cum spill out. Finally, when he was sure his cock had stopped twitching, he eased out with a groan. “Jaklyn,” he said. “Did we hurt you? Please open your eyes.”

Colt was slower to pull out, his hand waving over their Fated’s body, easing and cleansing her in one smooth motion.

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I’m a wife and mother who is a retired stay at home mom of 2. I say retired because my youngest is 14 and my oldest is 20. When my baby went to school, reading saved my sanity, and then the same year he started school, I was diagnosed with Cancer, again reading saved my sanity. When I recovered and realized how quickly life could change, I made a bucket list. The number one thing was to live. Check. On top of that list was to become a published author. Check. Eight years later I have accomplished that goal and several others.

I live in the Midwest, but am a southern girl with only a slight twang who says y’all quite frequently, and am known to say “Bless Your Heart” A LOT. If you know what that means, you do not want to be the one I say that to, lol. I cuss worse than if a trucker and a sailor were put together, but I do it with class *WEG*.

I write what I love to read, erotic romance. My books are definitely full of lots of story, but I leave nothing to the imagination when it comes to the sex. My hope, is that after my readers have read one of my stories, they fall in love with my characters as much as I have.

The best part of my new journey is that I get to create new worlds and have all kinds of stories in my head just waiting to be written. I love to hear from readers, you can find me on Twitter or Facebook or my website, but I’m on Facebook all the time, so find me, I’d love to hear from you! :)

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A Fetish & Fantasy Short Story

by: Lori King

After fifteen years as a bland housewife, Alana is ready to shake up her life by fulfilling her darkest fantasy. She wants to be watched. Her exhibitionist streak is ready to break free, and she knows exactly whom she wants for her voyeur.

Doug would give his wife, Alana, the moon if she asked, so he’s more than willing to participate in a public threesome at a fetish party if it makes her kinky wishes come true. His business partner and best friend, Killian is the wild card in their plan.

A businessman first, and a trained Dominant second, Killian never gets tied down to one submissive. He’s a lover with commitment issues, but he doesn’t hesitate to help fulfill Doug and Alana’s fantasies. Once the fantasy is set in motion, the three players must decide if watching sin…

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Keeping Sarah with Author Julie Shelton

Julie Shelton - Keeping SarahHoneymooning in England, Jesse Colter, Adam Sinclair and their beloved wife, Sarah, are heading for their friend Thorne Cahill’s BDSM club for dinner when another car deliberately tries to run them off the road.  Thanks to their own driver’s skills, the other car is destroyed, the two unknown occupants killed.

Through Thorne, they discover that they’re the targets of a “blood feud”, instigated by Konstandin Sokolov, son of Viktor Sokolov, the Albanian mobster who had unwisely kidnapped Sarah a few months back, and paid for it with his life.  They also discover that Thorne’s guests, ruthless human traffickers, have gathered at the club for a slave auction being held the following night.  Konstandin Sokolov happens to be one of the buyers.

Fraught with treachery, betrayal, and deadly danger, Keeping Sarah keeps the reader on a knife’s edge of tension, while simultaneously exploring the deepening emotional and physical commitment between Jesse and Adam.  They already trust each other with their lives.  Now they must learn how to trust each other with their love.

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Can you tell us a little about your new book that’s coming out on August 7th?

Keeping Sarah is my third contemporary BDSM ménage romance for Siren Publishers.  It is the third and final installment in the series which began with Loving Sarah, published in 2012,and its sequel, Owning Sarah, published last September.  By the time I finished writing Loving Sarah, it was clear to me that I had enough material for more than one book, hence the sequel, Owning Sarah.  Both are MFM ménages.  But even though Owning Sarah ended with Sarah, Jesse and Adam’s wedding and their happy ending, I couldn’t stop thinking about the three characters.  I couldn’t help but feel that Jesse and Adam needed to explore the feelings they were developing for each other as well as for their beloved wife, Sarah.  So, Keeping Sarah was born.  But this is Jesse Colter and Adam Sinclair and nothing comes easy for them.  So, in addition to telling Jesse and Adam’s evolving love story, Keeping Sarah is also a harrowing thrill ride of deadly car chases, Albanian blood feuds, a sex slave auction, murder, betrayal, and gut-wrenching intrigue.

What are you working on now?

Oh, I am so glad you asked that!  I am nearly half-way through with Passion’s Dream, the first book in my new Passion Lake series.  It’s a series of books about a bunch of Jesse and Adam’s former SEAL buddies, all characters in the three Sarah books, who buy a bankrupt town around thirty miles down the road from Marshall’s Creek and turn it into a profitable tourist attraction.  Passion’s Dream is about Clay “Raven” Nighthorse, who is hired to protect Leah Stanhope, a woman with whom he had a brief encounter three years ago on a California beach.  When their location is compromised, he brings her to his ranch in Passion Lake, where he has plenty of friends who are willing to help keep her safe while he devotes himself to proving that he wants and needs her in his life.  Permanently.


Excerpt from Keeping Sarah

Then Jesse turned to Sarah.  Bending down, he put his hands beneath her arms and lifted her up off the floor.  Turning her in his arms, he unhooked the garters, then unlaced the corset, letting it fall to the silk carpet.  As soon as the beautiful, but restrictive garment fell away from her, Sarah took the first deep breath she’d had in hours.  “Step out of your shoes, baby,” he crooned, rolling down her stockings and removing them one foot at a time.  “Now bend over and grab your ankles.  I owe you a spanking.”

With a whimper, she assumed the undignified position, her second of the night, wrapping her fingers around her ankles while he got on his knees behind her to remove the vibrators from her pussy and ass.  Dropping the toys on top of the crumpled corset, he palmed her ass cheeks, his flexing fingers making deep indentations in her sweet flesh.  “Spread your legs, baby, or you’re gonna fall over.”  A smile curved his lips upward as she slid her feet outward.  God, I love this ass!  He slapped her sharply, the sound and her subsequent cry loud in the quiet room.  “Count,” was all he said, transfixed by the erotic sight of his handprint blooming on her skin, first white, then red.

“Y-yes, Master.  O-one.”

“How many have you earned tonight, slave?”

“Ten, Master.”  Her voice was barely audible, muffled by her position.

“There will be no warm-up, so I’ll make them quick.  Count them all.”  In rapid succession, he delivered ten blistering swats to her backside and by the time she counted the last one, her ass was fiery red and she was sobbing in pain.

Crap, that hurt!  And yet, it felt so good.  So damn good.  The heat from her ass seemed to be having an effect on her clit, as if the two were connected by wires pulsing and crackling with electricity.  Her sobs turned into moans as he stroked and kneaded the heat more deeply into her flesh, sending it straight to her pussy until her clit felt like it was on fire.

Still gripping her ass cheeks, he lowered his head, slanting it sideways to flick the tip of his tongue across her throbbing little nub.  She jerked and cried out as pleasure consumed her.  Then he straightened, pulling her up after him, and steered her toward the bed.  If Adamwas in sub-space, then Sarah was right there with him, lost and drifting and needing Jesse’s loving care.  It was now his duty and responsibility to love them and keep them safe and give them the pleasure they had both earned and richly deserved.

“Climb up, baby,” he said, assisting her up onto the bed.  “On your hands and knees above Adam, pussy over his face, head over his cock.”  As he was talking, he, too, was getting on the bed, crawling across its enormous expanse toward Adam’s feet.  “Legs apart,” he ordered and Adam slid his feet across the silky sheets.  “Prepare Sarah.”

At the quiet command, Sarah’s core convulsed again, sending out another gush of fresh cream.  God, she was so ready to come!  She had been so highly aroused for so long, now that it was finally going to happen, it was all she could focus on.  Without warning, Adam reached up and stroked his fingers through her slit, from front to back before thrusting two fingers deep inside her sheath hovering so tantalizingly above his head.  He pressed his thumb against her puckered anal opening, pushing insistently, until the muscle relaxed and sucked it in.  Sarah stopped breathing.  With wicked skill, he thrust in and out of both her anus and vagina, pinching the membrane between his thumb and fingers as he stroked, quickly re-stoking the fires of need in her sex, burning just beneath the surface.  A thin, high wail escaped her lips as pleasure devoured her.

“Christ, Jess,” Adam muttered over the wet, sucking noises his fingers were making as he pumped them in and out of Sarah’s sheath, “you should see what I’m seeing.  Our little slave has the most succulent pussy in the world.  And it’s dripping all over the place.”

“Sarah,” Jesse ordered, “Take Adam into your mouth.”


About the Author

Julie has always loved stories, both reading and writing them, ever since she was old enough to hold a book in her hands.  One of her favorite childhood activities was smuggling books under the covers to read by flashlight after she was supposed to be asleep.

A career as a children’s librarian eventually led to her dream career as a freelance storyteller and puppeteer, a business she operated successfully for twenty-five years.  During that time she created and wrote all the original material for Kidstuff, a monthly language arts newsletter full of poems, songs, puppet and flannel-board stories, finger plays, and other resource material for early childhood educators.  For that endeavor she won the prestigious EDPRESS Award for the best educational newsletter of 1982.  Her 288-page book, Puppets, Poems and Songs was a major resource.  She has also written other resource materials for librarians and preschool and early elementary teachers.

Julie lives in a suburb of Atlanta, Georgia.  Now widowed and retired, she once again has time to devote to her two favorite things—reading and writing—especially her new love, erotic romances with strong heroines, hunky alpha-male heroes, and lots of smokin’ hot sex.

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After fifteen years as a bland housewife, Alana is ready to shake up her life by fulfilling her darkest fantasy. She wants to be watched. Her exhibitionist streak is ready to break free, and she knows exactly whom she wants for her voyeur.

Doug would give his wife, Alana, the moon if she asked, so he’s more than willing to participate in a public threesome at a fetish party if it makes her kinky wishes come true. His business partner and best friend, Killian is the wild card in their plan.

A businessman first, and a trained Dominant second, Killian never gets tied down to one submissive. He’s a lover with commitment issues, but he doesn’t hesitate to help fulfill Doug and Alana’s fantasies. Once the fantasy is set in motion, the three players must decide if watching sin is enough…

Warning: Adult Themes-For Mature Audiences. Contains language and actions some may deem offensive. Sexually explicit content. M/M/F, graphic language, consensual BDSM, public sex, HFN. Short story Approx. 14,200 words.

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10 amazing authors take on July’s Picture Capture challenge…

Capturing the moment is every author’s goal. We want to express emotions so clearly that the reader’s impacted when they put the book down. So I’ve brought you a collection of authors who are all using the exact same photograph as inspiration for a short scene. They are capturing the picture with their words. These short scenes are NOT part of a book…yet, but they will give you great insight into the authors head!

As always you’re welcome to give it a go and post your story scene in the comments, in fact, I encourage you to try it! Here’s how to do it…

2014 - 7 JulyUse the prompt to write a 350 word scene.

No limitations.

No restrictions.

Let your imagination go wild.

Alongside every entry, is the authors contact links, and most recent book cover.

If you like what they did, please leave a comment or even better, buy a book!

So, here is what the authors came up with this month….




Lori King

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The car wasn’t speeding. Technically the driver wasn’t breaking the law, but driving twenty miles an hour on a straight stretch of road like this in the middle of South Dakota was just as dangerous as driving ninety miles. If the wrong person popped up over the hills, and couldn’t slow down in time…well, it wouldn’t be pretty, and Randy wasn’t interesting in scraping anyone off the pavement today.

A quick radio interaction with dispatch as he walked up on the four door sedan confirmed that there were no tickets out on the car, but he still approached the vehicle carefully. Throw down with a running drug mule once or twice and you quickly learned to approach with caution.

To his shock the person sitting in the driver’s seat was familiar to him.

“Mrs. Josten?”

The older woman turned her silver topped head his direction, and gave him a bright smile, “Randy Graft, aren’t you looking mighty fine in your uniform today. What are you doing scaring the daylights out of me with those lights and sirens?”

“Mrs. Josten, is everything okay? You were moving pretty slow on a fast stretch of road. That’s a good way to get in a car accident.”

“Oh I’m fine,” she waved one white gloved hand at him, and patted her hair with the other, “I’m just on my way into town. Thea at the Swirly Curl is going to give me a new look before the church fundraiser this weekend. You’re coming to the fundraiser, right Randy?”

“I’m not sure yet. Mrs. Josten I pulled you over because you were only going 20 miles per hour—” he pulled his uniform hat off, and ran his fingers through his shaggy blonde hair, frowning at his former elementary school teacher in frustrated confusion.

“Pfft. People these days need to slow down more. I never took you for a speedy one, Randy. Afterall you’ve been waiting around on that Clara Nievelle for a decade or two now, right?”

Randy groaned, and shook his head. A reminder of that name was not what he needed today.



Doris O’Connor

Links:  Facebook   Twitter   BlogDoris Oconner

Heart pounding in her throat she crawled the car to a stop. The chase had been fun and this spot was just right for her ambush. Or so she’d thought.

Pissed didn’t even begin to describe this officer’s expression, as he approached her vehicle. He looked about ready to put her over his knee, and Lyssa bit back a moan. If only. Before she could say or do anything, he yanked the driver’s door open, and leant in. The scent of his aftershave mingled with smoke and sweaty male, and ramped Lyssa’s hormones up another notch.

“Fuck me, Lyssa? What the hell are you playing at?”

Cade’s deep voice wrapped itself around her, and Lyssa smiled up at him and parted her legs. His groan in answer made her bolder, and she shrugged out of the silken, thigh high robe, to let him see the sheer black lace lingerie set, she wore underneath.

“I’d have thought that was obvious. Have you forgotten the IOU you gave me with this outfit?”

“Christ, babe, I’m working. This is a public high way. We can’t do this now.”

He straightened and glanced around while adjusting his erect cock through his uniform trousers. Lyssa grinned and licked her lips.

“Why, officer, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to speed. Please don’t give me a ticket. I’ll do anything. Absolutely anything…

Warming to her part and her husband’s obvious discomfort at the situation, Lyssa opened her thighs even wider, and let one of her legs dangle out of the side of the car. The action would give Cade an unimpeded view up her crotchless panties, and she ran the tip of her fuck me now heels slowly up his legs.

Lyssa…” Cade slapped his hands on the roof of her car, and that warning growl of his made her pussy even slicker for him. She just loved to test that iron control of his.

Another set of flashing lights pulled up behind them, and they both froze.

“What would be the problem here then?”



Berengaria Brown

Links: Website   Blog   BookstrandBerengaria Brown

Oh shit! Max Hall stared into his mirror at the police car, lights flashing, pulling up behind him. This was just what he didn’t want. He was in a hurry—Well, yeah, that’s why he’d been speeding in the first place. And it wasn’t as though he was speeding much. Maybe ten miles over the limit is all. Okay fifteen then. No more than that.

Max was a builder with his own crew, and it always seemed as though something was going wrong somewhere, and only he could sort out the trouble. That was just part of life. Walls fell down, tiles didn’t match, the paint color wasn’t what the client had it expected it to look like and they’d changed their mind about it. Always after he’d bought a ten gallon can. Never before.

Oh well. At least now he was part owner of The Paint Store the wrong color paint was never going to be a problem for him again. If they couldn’t sell it they could use it for a promotion. Not like right now. The cop getting out of the car behind him was going to be a problem. Likely an expensive problem.

Dammit, I really should have obeyed the speed limit even if I was in a rush. It’s a bit late now, but perhaps I could explain. No. That won’t work. I guarantee they’ve heard it all before.

The policeman standing beside his window was a big man with curly brown hair. When he pulled off his sunglasses Max just stared at him. “Nick? Nick!”



Amy J. Hawthorn

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“Shit.” Not now! Tara couldn’t believe she’d made it this far only to get caught two miles short of the county line. But really, who was she kidding? He’d have followed her through every state and into Mexico. Damn stubborn man.

The blue lights in her rearview mirror continued to mock her as she pulled onto the shoulder. There was no point in running. He’d proved he could outdrive her in that super-charged cruiser and he wasn’t above calling in his cousins to set up a road block to catch her.

She shifted the car into park and rested her hands on the steering wheel. She examined her chipped raspberry polish, refusing to turn and watch his long, thick, muscled legs eat up the ground in long, seemingly lazy strides. She’d never associated the word “sexy” with a man’s walk before, but Cole’s made her mouth water.

She picked at a speck at one corner of her thumbnail. He’d be in uniform today. The first time she’d seen him he’d been wearing navy cargos that showcased the strength in his legs and those combat style boots she’d always loved. The matching navy Tee would be stretched tight across those broad shoulders. She’d laid her head against it that first night.

He’d held her close to his heart and she’d never felt more secure in all her life. If she closed her eyes she could hear his whispered words. “It’s okay. I’ve got you. You’ll never have to worry about that asshole coming near you again. I’ll protect you.” Her knees had been shaky for more than one reason as his deep voice rumbled through his chest.

Something hard tapped against the closed window.

Ignoring it, she looked straight ahead.

He unlocked the door from the outside and opened it. Finally, she gave in to the desperate need to see his face again and turned in time to see him slide his sunglasses down his nose.

“I can see why you might be tempted to steal my Camaro, but Tara Marie, tell me one thing. Why’d you take my dog?”



Sherri Hayes

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She pulled her vehicle over to the curb, and rested her head on the steering wheel. Could this day get any worse? First her mother called to rant, then her soon to be ex-husband decided to show up ten minutes before she has to leave for her job interview demanding she give him some thingamabob he left in the garage. Because of him, she’d been twenty minutes late for her interview. She could cross that job off the list of possibilities. Yet another reason she was counting down the days until their divorce was final.

Glancing in her side mirror, she cringed as the officer got out of his cruiser, and made his way toward her. She took a deep breath as he approached her window.

“May I see your driver’s license?”

She reached for her purse, dug out her license, and handed it to him.

“Do you know you have material hanging out of your trunk, Ms. Simmons?”

“I do?”

He backed away and motioned for her to exit the vehicle. She followed him around to the back of her car, and sure enough her jacket, the one she’d brought along for the interview and forgot to use, was peeking out of her trunk.

After opening the trunk and tucking the jacket back inside, she turned to him. “Thanks. I didn’t even notice. It’s been one of those days.”

He met her gaze, and something flickered across his face. With a brief glance down at the license, and then back at her, his whole demeanor changed. “Candy? Candy Bennett?”

“No one’s called me Candy in years.” Not since high school, in fact.

“It’s Evan Chapman. Wow. I haven’t seen you since…”

“Since we graduated.”

Now that he’d introduced himself, she took a few moments to look beyond the pressed police uniform. He’d changed, a lot. Evan no longer wore those nerdy glasses that used to slide down the bridge of his nose. And she’d bet he had a decent body under all those clothes. She could feel her body temperature rising as her imagination began to take over.



Jade Belfrey

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Ken stomped down on the accelerator. This car was old, but he knew that in sixty seconds it would be topping out at some serious speed. He wasn’t sure if his SOS would reach Catherine in time, so his next best bet was to attract some heat by blowing through a speed trap.

“Slow down,” Roman, his kidnapper, snapped. His glock poked Ken sharply in the ribs.

Ken frowned. “We used to be friends.”

“You were never my friend,” Roman spat bitterly. “You only ever looked out for yourself, and where did it get us? Both discharged and sent into hiding. That’s no life for a man.”

Ken couldn’t argue – it was true, every last word of it. He had been a selfish prick as head of their CIA team stationed in Afghanistan. He certainly hadn’t treated Roman worse than other members of his staff, but calling him a friend was stretching it. Ken couldn’t argue Roman’s last comment either. He’d spent some time at the bottom of a bottle when he had first arrived back state-side. They’d been sent home and dishonorably discharged after their security clearance was blown.

Catherine had been his savior, helping to see he still had a life worth living.

That is – if Roman didn’t ruin everything by forcing him into an early grave.

Flashing lights approached from behind. Roman cursed and quickly hid the gun in his coat as Ken pulled off the freeway and slowed to a stop.  Ken said a silent prayer and hoped that the officer would realize that something was amiss. This was no ordinary traffic stop.

When the officer leaned in his window with a cocky smile, Ken knew that his prayers had been answered. Jason, his friend and about as far from a cop as possible, was dressed in borrowed blues playing the part of an officer.  Yes! Catherine must have gotten his message in time and sent Jason to help.

She had saved his life again. He’d be a fool if he didn’t marry her.

First, they had to deal with Roman. They weren’t home free yet.



R.E. Butler

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Ava’s heart had never pounded so hard.  She was driving a stolen car and she didn’t have a valid driver’s license.  The red and blue lights flashing in her mirror weren’t helping her get a handle on the fear that was slithering down her spine.

The cop that approached wore a black uniform, and her wolf sat up in her mind.  Don’t be stupid, she told the beast, trying not to notice how well the slacks hugged his muscular legs.

He stopped in front of her open window and the scent of him rolled over her like a caress.  He smelled warm and inviting…and familiar.

She blinked in surprise as the man who had been her best friend bent and rested his hands on her door.  “Ava?”


“What’s going on?  There’s an APB that this car was stolen.”

“I, um, yeah.  I’m so fucking screwed right now.”

He opened the door and pulled her gently from the interior.  “Whatever’s going on, I’ll help you.”

“I stood up for myself when the alpha attempted to force me to mate with a male from another pack.  He was going to force me to go through with it.”  She started to sob.

He let her go only long enough to grab her bag from the seat and then escorted her to his car.  When he sat behind the wheel, he picked up the radio.  “This is Car 117. I found the stolen vehicle in the APB.  It’s empty.  Call for a tow.”

He put the car in drive.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“You’re with me now, babe.  Didn’t I tell you when we were kids that I’d always take care of you?  The alpha hated that I was stronger than him, so he forced me to out and threatened to kill you if I came back.”

The fear that had been weighing her down ever since she fled began to dissipate.  Brian had saved the day like a true hero.  She looked in the side view mirror and flipped off the car that was fading into the distance.  “Goodbye and good riddance.”



Suzette Cauler

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Speeding past Jade had the desired effect. Nick could have just called or texted her. He could even have pulled up alongside her. But this. This was just more fun. She was incredibly sexy in uniform. With that gun holster wrapped around her hips, she exuded power and control, reminding him of how much he liked watching her let go of it in his arms. She kept saying there wouldn’t be a next time, that her life was just too complicated for a relationship, but that was all bullshit. She couldn’t resist coming back for more, and he’d make sure it stayed that way. Besides, she hadn’t just happened to forget her underwear. That was definitely a sign that she planned to return.

He watched her hips sway as she walked over from her squad car, taking her sweet time. He liked that. There was no hurrying this woman, in or out of bed. When she finally reached the driver’s side of his car and leaned down to look at him, he grinned up at her. “What’s the problem, officer?”

She sighed, loudly. “You know exactly what the problem is. You just sped past me. What? Do you want another ticket?”

This was how they’d met almost a month ago. Nick had gone speeding past her, and she’d pulled him over. It was a known speed trap, but he was new to the area, so he hadn’t known that at the time. “I wanted to get your attention.”

“It worked. What is it?”

“You left this at my place.”

She practically snatched the black lace bra from him, balling it up in her fist and looking around as if unsure of what to do with it. “I couldn’t find it this morning. I had to stop looking or I would’ve been late.”

He liked the way she blushed. It reminded him of how she looked flushed and moaning under him in bed.  “You left your panties too, but…” He reached over to the passenger seat, grabbed the delicate matching panties, and lifted them to his nose, inhaling deeply. “I’m keeping them.”



Jorja Kish

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The flash of blue and red forced Kasey to pull over the side of the road swirling a cloud of dust and dirt into the air.  She crinkled her nose and put the car in park, listening to the electric hum as she rolled down her window. A wave of heat flushed her skin, not from the scorcher outside the car, but from the man exiting his patrol car and placing his Steston on his short raven hair.

“No, it can’t be,” Kasey mumbled with disbelief as she fumbled with the volume on the radio.  Her eyes were glued to the side mirror of her Honda Civic.

“Hey, that’s my song,” Cerise complained slapping at Kasey’s hand.

“Will you stop! Hello, cop getting out of his car?” Kasey snapped forcing her periwinkle eyes away from the approaching man, while fighting for control of the volume.  Her heart hammered in her chest as she silently cursed her rotten luck.

Cerise rolled her eyes and lifted her hands away, giving her older sister what she wanted.  Her fire engine red hair bounced when she looked over her bare shoulders.

“Please, we’re in  Thomas County. I’d bet my whole Hello Kitty Collection that we’re related to the guy in some way.”

She turned back and faced her sister noting her flushed features. “Too bad though cause he’s hot,” she added.

A wave of heat rippled through Kasey’s belly. Her eyes darkened from a memory of piercing green eyes that she wanted to forget but couldn’t. Clenching her fists she ignored her sister’s curious gaze and scowled into the side mirror watching the six-foot-four man saunter toward her six year old car.

“That’s Joshua Cunningham,” she said shaking from her growing anger and worry.

“Who?” Cerise snapped her gum, giving up on trying to figure out her sister and rummaged through the glove box for the car registration.

“He’s one of the brothers who threatened to run me out of town for something I didn’t do.”



Kalissa Wayne

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“Jonas? Jonas Quinn. Apparently a lot has changed since I’ve been gone. The boy I….knew, who thumbed his nose at authority, who hated anyone who told him he couldn’t do something, has become the highest law enforcement officer in the county.” Savannah covered her trembling hands by crossing her arms and staring defiantly into those Ray-Bans.

“I grew up and received a hard-earned education. How long you stayin’ this time, Savannah? And before anyone else can ask, I’d like first shot at buying your Gran’s farm when you sell.”

Savannah’s jaw dropped. “I’m not selling. I’m coming home to stay.”

Jonas snorted inelegantly. “Yeah, sure Savannah. You couldn’t wait to shake the dust of this town off when you lived here. Now you say you’re planning on moving back when you live in LA? We’ll see. Just know that I’d like first shot at the place and I’ll give you fair market value. There are those in the valley who’ll offer you a tenth of what it’s worth because they are trying to buy the whole place up.” Jonas thumbed the brim of his hat as he turned to leave.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I left, sorry I haven’t come home sooner, sorry about a lot of things. But hindsight is 20/20 they say.”

Jonas stopped and the muscles in his back and shoulders stiffened. “That was a lot of years ago. Gran has needed you these past few years and you weren’t…” Jonas bit off an exclamation and yanked the door of the SUV open. He turned, the friendliness had disappeared and his jaw was as tight as his shoulders. “Don’t say things you don’t mean Savannah. You hurt a lot of people when you left, not just me. I won’t let you hurt my family again.”

Jonas threw himself into the SUV, fired the engine and drove away in a cloud of dust. Savannah stood there realizing she had a lot of ground to make up because of her selfishness as a teen. She’d never meant to hurt anyone, least of all Jonas.

Thank you so much to all of the authors who participated! I hope you’ll encourage us by letting us know if you would like us to continue our specific stories. Just leave a comment for us in the comment section.

We’ll be back August 31st with another one!

As always Live, Laugh, and Love like today is your only chance!~Lori

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