Tuesday, March 31, 2020

#NEBT - "Sure Mastery" by Ashe Barker

Book Two in The Black Combe Doms Series
Ashe Barker Books, 2020
Released 4 February 2020
Contemporary erotic romance, romantic suspense, BDSM
198,000 words
No cliffhangers, HEA

#eroticromance #ashebarker #dominance #spanking #contemporary #bdsm


He’s hurt her once, and terrified her. He holds her future in his hands. Can she trust him with her body too?
Desperate to escape her past and start over, Ashley McAllister cuts her ties with her old life and heads for the wild landscape of West Yorkshire, the perfect place to reinvent herself. And her carefully laid plans are working, until she encounters her nemesis—the one man she’d hoped never to see again—Tom Shore, the man she and a gang of thugs attacked and robbed, and who swore he’d make her pay. He owns the cottage she’s made her home and adores, and now he wants his pound of flesh. So he takes it.
Intimidated and beaten by her sexy and dominant landlord, and totally confused by her intense physical response to him, Ashley needs Tom to guard her secrets. But will he and his enigmatic and terrifying friend, Nathan Darke, allow her to leave her past behind and start again? Having survived her first explosive and humiliating encounter with Tom, Ashley struggles to get her new life back on track. But Tom wants her. His demanding, persuasive, sensual charm is almost irresistible, his mastery of her assured.
But—can she submit to Tom’s dominance? Should she? Ashley has escaped one violent and abusive relationship. Is she about to be sucked into an even darker and more dangerous liaison?

This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers.

This novel was previously released as three separate books, Unsure, Sure Fire and Sure Thing in the series Sure Mastery. In this volume the three books in the Sure Mastery trilogy are published as one combined novel, under the title, Sure Mastery with new cover art, no cliffhangers and a HEA.


A long silence follows my little outburst. He doesn’t move, but I can feel his eyes on me. Watching, assessing. I wait for his next attack.
Instead, “He raped you? Kenny?” The question is soft, gentle.
I nod. “Yes. Twice.”
“Did you report it to the police?”
Ah, here we go. “No.”
“Why not?”
“I lived with him, slept with him, had sex with him regularly. Who’d have believed me that once or twice it was against my will? And… I was scared of him.”
He nods, doesn’t press me further, seems to accept this explanation. “I knew he was a vicious git. I saw the way he treated you that night. I just didn’t realise… I understand now why you were afraid of Nathan and me when we came to your cottage.” He hesitates, his gaze softening. “I’m sorry for that, and for the way I spoke to you afterwards. I was insensitive and cruel. You are safe here, with me. I hope you can believe that.” He reaches out, tips my chin up with his fingers, gently raising my eyes to his.
I hold his gaze, assertive Ashley back on her soapbox. “Yes, I do believe that. But only because you don’t fancy me. I’m too scrawny, ‘not enough to go around’ I think you said.” The bitter sting of those cruel, dismissive words still bites. Hard. Without thinking about possible consequences I press my point. “And I’m not having any more of that from you either. No more insults, no more belittling me with your personal comments. I won’t let you make me feel small again. Just leave me be, and if you’ve nothing nice to say about me then keep your opinions to yourself, please.”
Gently cupping my chin with his palm, he holds my gaze, his gorgeous eyes now warm, tender almost. And I see respect starting to dawn there. At last, he speaks, his tone low, serious. A hint of esteem there, just maybe.
“Well said, Ashley. You’re right, and I apologise. For the things I said to you, back then and just now. I was rude, cruel, and what I said wasn’t true. The truth is, you’re so lovely you take my breath away—especially naked.” He smiles, probably at my astonished expression—nothing he could have said to me in response would have surprised me more than that. Lovely? Me? My mind’s still turning cartwheels as he continues. “I’m not apologising for finger-f*cking you, though, because I did ask. Maybe a bit late, but still… And you seemed to like that bit as I recall. And I’m not apologising for stripping you and spanking you, although I know probably I should. Nathan certainly thinks so. Trouble is, I enjoyed that part too much to be genuinely sorry now. And if you’ve done the research that I suggested you do you might start to have some idea why I enjoyed it. And why you did too. Do you have any idea why, Ashley?”
I shake my head, bewildered, completely lost for words now. Enjoyed it? He hurt me, terrified me. But a quiet little voice at the back of my head is quick to point out what else he did, afterwards, and how powerfully I responded. And how much more he could have done to me as I lay there helpless on my bed, offering no further resistance. But he didn’t. And Tom doesn’t push his advantage now, just as he didn’t then, he simply leaves me be with my thoughts.
He drops his hand, but his emerald eyes are still holding mine. “I shouldn’t have threatened you again just now, even in fun. Forgive me?” His low tone seems sincere, contrite even.
I do believe he means it. He must have decided to take my continued silence as assent because suddenly he’s all business again, his booted feet hitting the flags with a heavy thud as he gets to his feet. “I need to get off. I’ll be back around one, I’ve a Skype meeting scheduled with a supplier so I’ll see you then. Make yourself at home, have a good look round, try to find everything you need but if you get stuck or need to know anything text me. Oh, and just leave the ironing. Okay?”
Stunned at my success, and the tangible shift in our relationship, I can only nod. Assertive Ashley definitely has her moments. He grabs his jacket from a hook on the back of the door and winks at me on his way out. “Have a nice day, Ashley.” He clicks his tongue and the two dogs trot after him. A few seconds later I hear the Land Rover fire up and drive off, and I’m alone in his huge old house.

  The Black Combe Doms Series Details
Ashe Barker Books, 2020
Released January and February 2020
Contemporary erotic romance, romantic suspense, BDSM
Four super-length novels
Average 186,000 words per novel
HEA endings

Each book in the series is a stand alone novel, but the four are best read as a series, in order.

Book One : Dark Melodies
Book Two : Sure Mastery
Book Three : Hard Limits
Book Four : Laid Bare

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all four are FREE to read on Kindle Unlimited.  Available in paperback too

About Ashe Barker

USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

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Saturday, March 28, 2020

#NewRelease #GuestPost - "Healing Hearts" by CB Clark

Thank you so much for hosting me on your Blog today, Amber. I’m thrilled to be here. 
My husband and I go for lots of walks in the forest with our young granddaughter, Brooklyn.  Often we encounter trees where, due to heavy snow in the winter, their trunks are curved in high arches over the path. Since these trees are shaped like rainbows, Brooklyn got the idea that if we stood under a bowed tree (she calls these rainbow trees), we could make a wish. This happened several times on every walk. According to her rules, she never told us what she wished for, or she believed the wish wouldn’t come true. 
Two years later, Brooklyn’s mother gave birth to identical twin boys, and Brooklyn revealed that her wishes had been for her mother to have another baby. Talk about the power of a wish! 
I liked this idea so much I included rainbow trees in Healing Hearts, where the little girl in the story wishes for a new mommy.


Reeling from loss and heartbreak, Stella King is desperate to escape painful memories. The position of nanny on an isolated ranch in British Columbia’s rugged Chilcotin Plateau seems the answer to her prayers. 
Cattle rancher, Dawson Wheeler, has worked hard to overcome grief and build a predictable world for his young daughter. The last thing he needs is the all-too-attractive Stella disrupting the smooth running of his ranch, especially now that disturbing incidents are happening on his property. 
Defending his land against those who want to gut it will be a challenge, but the biggest threat of all may be to his heart.


The back of his neck itched. "You're Stella King?" Of course she was. Who else would be waiting here at this time of night? Once again he glanced at the photograph clenched in his hand—gray curls, thick glasses, sixty years old. This was the Stella King he'd hired. The itching amped up to a full-out assault.  
She stood and held out her hand. "Nice to meet you, Dawson."  
He stumbled back a step, his worst fears confirmed. This gorgeous woman was the nanny he'd hired to look after Deirdre.  
Her light blue wool sweater did nothing to hide the rounded mounds of her breasts. Her legs looked a mile long in the white denim, skin tight, designer jeans tucked into a pair of knee-high, high-heeled, black leather boots. Her perfume wafted on the evening breeze, a heady mix of spring flowers and something subtle but decidedly feminine.  
He struggled to swallow, but his throat was parched, his tongue as dry as old leather against the roof of his mouth.  
Silence stretched between them. An owl hooted from a nearby tree, crickets chirped in the tall grass lining the ditch, and still he didn't move as the ramifications of what he'd agreed to engulfed him. 

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Award-winning author, C.B. Clark, has written six romantic suspense novels published by The Wild Rose Press. She has worked as an archaeologist and an educator, and enjoys hiking, canoeing, and snowshoeing with her husband and dog near her home in the wilderness of central British Columbia.

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Friday, March 27, 2020

#AudiobookReviewTour -- FREE!

Love #audiobooks? How about F*R*E*E* audiobooks? Then this event is for you…a selection of over 30 audiobooks in the genres of #romance, #suspense, and #paranormal --- for listeners willing to review! Audiobooks are the perfect complement for walking, gardening, spring cleaning, or just putting your feet up and getting lost in a suspenseful or heartwarming story during these difficult times!
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Thursday, March 26, 2020

#NewRelease #CharacterInterview - "The Hidden" by Augustina Van Hoven

I love when characters stop by for a chat, especially when they are delectable vampires. Sorry, but I have a weakness for fangs.
Let's get started... 

What’s your name?
I am Valerian DuCharme, enforcer for House Tenshire. House Tenshire is one of the three vampire houses that rule over the Community.

Where did you grow up? 
I grew up on my father’s small vineyard in the Loire Valley in France. 

During what time period does your story take place? 
This story takes place in real time. 

What’s your story/back story?
I was born in 1778 in the Loire Valley in France. I lived there until I enlisted in Emperor Napoleon Buonaparte’s army. I was turned into a vampire at the Battle of Austerlitz in 1805. I am currently the enforcer for House Tenshire, one of the three vampire houses that rule of the Community. The Community is made up of the mythical creature that humans don’t believe in. 

What’s your goal in this story? 
I am trying to keep the members of my house safe. I have been assigned to kidnap a horror story writer and question her concerning something that she has written. 

What conflicts are you facing? 
The greatest law in the Community is to remain hidden from the humans. There is information being leaked that is putting all of us in danger. I have to find the leak and stop it. 

Do you have a plan for resolving them? 
The plan to resolve the problem is very simple…find the leak and eliminate it. I have found out things are not what I thought they were. It will take all everyone working together to solve the crisis we are facing. 

Is there anything else you’d like us to know about you? 
Being turned into a vampire was the last thing I ever wanted. It destroyed my old life and forced me to make a new one. I will never forgive the creature who did this to me.


The monsters are real
For most of her life, Lily Montgomery had thought the creatures that inhabited her dreams lived on only in the pages of the horror novels she wrote. Until she was kidnapped by a vampire and forced to go on the run from werewolves and other shapeshifters. And from her emotions. For, against all reason, her heart was also at risk of being captured by the vampire.
Valerian DuCharme had been turned into a vampire against his will. But in the turning, he did not lose his charisma or his caring. Now the enforcer for one of the princely houses of the Community, he tried to ensure the safety of anyone who came within range. And of many who didn’t. But it was all reflex, until he met Lily. And emotions he hadn’t felt for hundreds of years surfaced.


As soon as Valerian cleared the doorframe, a large, gray wolf leapt toward them, jaws wide. Lily must have seen it because she screamed, tightened her grip around his waist, and buried her face in his back. A second wolf came around the corner of the house and went headlong after Valerian’s leg. He swerved the bike away from the wolf’s teeth and opened the throttle.

He raced the bike along the dark road. Another wolf ran across a field and joined the other two in pursuit. The road curved and continued under a line of coast live oaks.

Valerian glanced around. He couldn’t assume that the three wolves were the only ones pursuing them. He had no way of knowing the size of their pack and how many they had brought with them. He swerved around a pothole.

How are they tracking this woman?

He adjusted the speed of the bike against the conditions of the road, which was covered with debris from the rainstorm three nights ago. Branches had fallen, and a few larger stones had slid down the raised bank on the left side.

Valerian glanced along the tree line. Nothing yet. He had to get to a more populated area of Santa Barbara. He could lose the wolves there. They wouldn’t risk being spotted by humans. He swerved the bike to avoid a large branch.

With his sharp night vision, he noted a problem ahead. Gravel was strewn across the road, the remnants of a small mudslide. The bank was unstable, and he would need to slow the bike. A quick glance behind him confirmed the three wolves were still on the hunt. He turned around in time to see a fourth wolf break the tree line in front of him and lunge for the bike. The bike’s rear tire slid on the gravel, and Valerian turned the front tire into the slide.

Lily screamed.

The fourth wolf snapped at Lily, trying to latch on to her and drag her off the bike.

Valerian reached back and grabbed the front of Lily’s jacket while he struggled to keep control of the sliding bike. He let the back tire slide toward the wolf, and clipped it.

The wolf gave a blood-chilling cry, echoed by his pack members.

The bike wobbled. Lily lost her balance and slipped to the right. Valerian swore and jerked her back into position. He shifted to a lower gear and again opened the throttle.

Author Bio

Augustina Van Hoven was born in The Netherlands and currently resides in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, dog and two cats. She is an avid reader of romance, science fiction and fantasy. When she’s not writing she likes to work in her garden or in the winter months crochet and knit on her knitting machines.

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Wednesday, March 25, 2020

#BookReview – “Dark Melody” by Christine Feehan


Lead guitarist of the Dark Troubadours, Dayan was renowned for his mesmerizing performances. His melodies stilled crowds, beckoned, seduced, tempted. And always, he called to her. His lover. His lifemate. He called to her to complete him. To give him the emotions that had faded from his existence, leaving him an empty shell of growing darkness. Save me. Come to me.

Corinne Wentworth stood at the vortex of a gathering storm. Pursued by the same fanatics who'd murdered her husband, she was risking her life by keeping more than one secret. Fragile, delicate, vulnerable, she had an indomitable faith that made her fiery surrender to Dayan all the more powerful. This was the one woman whose loss would destroy him, even as her love promised to heal his soul.


In the tenth book of the Dark/Carpathian series, Dayan is the lead guitarist of the Dark Troubadours and the only band member not yet mated. Then he sees Corrine in a bar while he’s performing, and he finally sees in color.
Corrine Wentworth is dying from a defected heart, and she’s six months pregnant. Even though she knows she will not survive the birth, she’s determined to have the child and let her selfish sister-in-law Lisa raise the baby. A few months earlier, a group of fanatics killed John, Corrine’s husband, and now Corrine and Lisa are on the run from his murderers. The fanatics are hell-bent on killing anyone with psychic powers, thinking the psychics are in league with vampires. Corrine just happens to be psychic.
I’ve read this story before and always enjoyed it, mostly because of Dayan. He’s more laidback and calm than the majority of Carpathian males. He also has the heart of a poet and writes beautiful, haunting songs and melodies, despite his inability to feel emotions. He’s protective of Corrine and her unborn daughter, but sometimes has to bully Corrine into taking care of herself. She is very accepting of her upcoming death, but Dayan doesn’t want to lose her, so they are often at odds.
I liked that Corrine wasn’t a virgin (most of the heroines are in this series) and that she was previously married. Even though she loved John as a friend/brother, he and Lisa pressured her into marrying him. John, like Lisa, was a pretty selfish person, but I could understand his resentment toward Corrine for not loving him as he loved her.
My favorite part of the book is Gregori finally meeting Darius and Desari, his brother and sister. Gregori comes in to help Dayan save his dying lifemate, so it was the perfect opportunity for him to meet his long lost siblings. The end of this book almost felt like a reunion of sorts. On the Dark Troubadours side, there was Darius and Rusti, Desari and Julian, Syndil and Barack, and their human friend Cullen. On the homeland Carpathian side, there was Shea and Jacques, and Gregori and Savannah. So as you can tell, there was a big get-together of Carpathians (still it doesn’t compare to Dark Celebration, the best book in the series).
Since Corrine is so sick and weak throughout the majority of the story, there was very little sex, which was refreshing. The first sex scene was after page 300 and was pretty low-key, not lengthy and mind-blowing as usual.
There were lots of detailed descriptions, head hopping, and repetitive metaphors and imagery. I tend to breeze over all that when reading, so I can stay focused on the plot. By doing so, I really enjoy these books.
4 Stars

Tuesday, March 24, 2020

#NEBT - "Taunted" by Felicity Brandon

Title: Taunted by Felicity Brandon
Series: The Dark Necessities Prequel: Dalton’s Tale– Book Two
Hash tags: #DarkRomance #Billionaire #BDSM #Revenge
Tag Line: She showed me the light when she came into my life.
And reminded me just how dark love can be. 
Release date:  19th January 2020

Universal Buy link: mybook.to/Taunted

Goodreads TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/50475415-taunted


She showed me the light when she came into my life.
And reminded me just how dark love can be.
I saved Delilah from Morley and Hyland.
It was a pleasure.
That should’ve been the end of it.
I didn’t expect things to get this intense.
I didn’t think our passion could grow so dark, but there isn’t anything I want more than to own her.
I need her soul to be mine.
But we have a new threat looming over us.
Hyland wants revenge and men like him will do anything.
We need to play this carefully.
Or else…


Delilah shook her head. “What’s wrong, Jacob?” she asked with a snigger. “Need more of the rough stuff? Is that how you get your kicks now?”
He laughed darkly. “I’ll give you that one, darling. Maybe I even deserved it, but one swift knee in my happy sacks ain’t gonna change a thing, Delle, and you know it. Hyland still owns your arse and he will come calling.”
“Hyland can’t touch me.” Delilah’s tone was imperious. “Neither of you have any power over me anymore.”
Jacob raised his chin and even in the shadows, Delilah could see his lecherous grin. “You think Dalton fucking Reilly is going to protect you? That your blue-eyed boy will play the hero again?”
“You don’t know anything about it,” she told him. “And you don’t need to know, but sending me on that last mission was the biggest mistake of your miserable life, Morley.”
His head whipped in her direction at the sound of his last name. In all the years they’d known one another, Delilah had rarely used it that way, preferring Jacob, or Mr. Morley if she was in trouble.
“Fuck you, you little bitch.” There was real venom in his voice, and it sent the energy crashing around Delilah again, but this time, rather than fear, it only invoked that old desire for retribution. The urge to see him fall. The need to be the one who pushed him over the cliff.
“Ain’t going to happen, Morley.” Delilah was enjoying herself now. “You’re never going to have me.”
Jacob climbed slowly to his feet, the metal at his body rattling with each precarious movement, but even as he loomed before her again, Delilah felt no fear. There was nothing to fear from Jacob Morley anymore. He was just a broken, beaten man in chains. A shadow from her past. A ghost she would gladly leave in the darkness.
A nothing.
The knowledge emboldened her in a way she’d rarely experienced.
It was liberating.
Delilah was free.
“You’re a whore and you always fucking will be.”
She grinned at him, wanting him to see her despite the cover of the dark.
“A whore who’s smarter than you.”
He panted, yanking at the chains holding his body at a distance. “And one day Hyland will come calling.”
“A whore who’s better looking than you, Morley.”
“And when I get these chains off, I’m going to make sure I come for what’s owed to me.”
Her lips curled. Now that his words no longer inspired fear, she felt nothing from the bastard. Only a dark sense of triumph as she surveyed his misery. “A whore with a future.”
He snorted. “Your time will come, Bellamy, and when it does, I’ll be there to rub salt into your wounds. I’ll be there to make sure you feel it.”
Delilah took a step toward him. “Oh, I feel it, Jacob.” Her tone was lower now, her excitement no doubt audible to him. “I feel every fucking moment of it, and it’s good. The smell outside of this cell is good.”
Jacob glared at her, his lips parting, but for some reason, there were no words. No wise cracks. No insults left to hurl in her direction. Maybe Delilah had heard them all over the years.
“The light outside of this darkness. The cool bubbles of champagne against my tongue, the tender heat of someone who wants me. Care, friendship, desire, love—I feel all those things now. That’s my future, Morley. What about yours?”
Delilah didn’t hear the door open, but she was aware of the increased light as it streamed in behind her.
“Delle.” Dalton’s voice was unwavering. “Are you alright?”
Jacob’s attention shifted to Dalton immediately, though Delilah didn’t turn. She didn’t want to take her eyes from the battered face of the man who’d controlled and tormented her for so many years. She wanted to take it all in—to remember every gory inch in detail—that was going to be the image that lulled her to sleep tonight. Jacob’s impotent demise was her new security blanket, and she had been right: seeing it for herself had helped.
“I’m fine.” She hoped her voice would carry to Dalton, even though she didn’t turn around to deliver the message.
She hoped he could hear the sentiment and know how much she cared about him, how much she appreciated the reassurance Dalton had brought into her life. And even though there was no logical way to know for sure, Delilah sensed that he would. Dalton always seemed to know what she was thinking. It was downright scary.
“Ah, look at that.” Jacob spat the words at her. “Lover boy has come to save you again.”
Delilah smiled at Jacob’s growled reaction. “Yes, he has,” she answered sweetly. “Dalton Reilly has saved me from a lifetime of you.”
“You’ll never be free of me, Delle.” Jacob’s response was immediate, and no doubt intended to be stinging, but as Dalton moved toward her, his arms sliding around her waist, Jacob’s words only caused her smile to grow.
“You’re dead to me now, Jacob.” Her tone was resolute. “This is the last time you’ll ever see me.”

#AuthorInterview - "One Woman Only" by Dee S. Knight

Thank you for chatting with me today, Dee. Let's hear about your book...

How did you come up with the idea for your book?
My good friend, Vanessa Hart and I had an idea that we would like to write a book together. She would do a chapter and then I would, each with our own characters but with the stories interwoven. I had a priggish teacher named Daniel Goodman and she had his carefree twin, Jonah, a mechanic for a NASCAR team. We did quite a bit but then life and other obligations got in the way and we kind of let it die. I asked a couple of years ago if I could pick up the storylines and make new books based on the original characters, and she said yes. Daniel and Jonah became triplets instead of twins, and the Good Man series was born. Mark is the third triplet, and his story is in development now. Jonah’s book, One Woman Only, is named because his first love, Kelly, has always been the one woman he’s never been able to forget. The one woman for him.

What sort of research did you do to write this book?
Vanessa knew something about cars, and even about NASCAR. I don’t. sigh. Lots of research needed!

What is the main thing you want readers to take away from your book?
I should say that we put the most constraints on ourselves. Kelly wanted to please her parents instead of doing what pleases herself, and Jonah had a reputation he wasn’t sure how to change. They were both held back by visions of what they had about themselves. But really, I’d like readers to be entertained—that’s my biggest goal in writing.

The biggest surprise you had after becoming a writer.
That it would be so much fun. I’d held a lot of different jobs, but nothing that I could see myself do for the rest of my life—until I found writing. It was a revelation!

Do you outline books ahead of time or are you more of a by-the-seat-of-your-pants writer?
Not really. I sometimes make up character charts that detail characteristics, habits, family, careers, etc. but that’s pretty much the extent of it. The rest is developed as I go.

What do you like to do when you’re not writing?
Reading. I read a ton. I’m also addicted to HGTV and Investigation Discovery on TV. And Seal Team, my favorite TV drama.

First thought when the alarm goes off in the in the morning?
I’m usually up all night so my first thought is, “Is it morning or night?” Then it’s, “Shoot! I have to get up.” There’s a lot of grumbling in between there.

What errand/chore do you despise the most?
Weirdly, it changes. It used to be doing dishes. Then I got a dishwasher and it changed to unloading and putting away dishes. (I love loading the stupid thing. It’s a challenge!) But mostly I dislike dusting and vacuuming. I’d gladly pay someone to do those two chores.

Strangest place you've brushed your teeth?
Tractor sales place in Fort McMurray, Albert, Canada. That’s about the farthest north we got when we were a husband-wife, over-the-road trucking team. We did that for eight years back in our younger days and had a blast.

What are you working on now?
Book 3 of the Good Man trilogy, Mark’s story. I also have another trilogy in mind, this one under the pen name Anne Krist. I’m hoping to get all three books done before the end of the year.

Thanks so much for hosting me, Amber!

One Woman Only, the Good Man series, Book 2
Release date: November 2019
Words: 80,310
Pages: 301
ISBN: 978-1-7333537-2-4
Publisher: Nomad Authors Publishing
Buy link: One Woman Only is on KU: mybook.to/OneWomanOnly
Hashtags: #romance #brothers #steamy #secondchance #NASCAR #firstlove #reunion


As one of a set of triplets, Jonah always feels the need to make his individuality known. So where his brother Daniel is serious and completely focused, Jonah shuns commitment. Where his genius brother Mark is hailed in the scientific world, Jonah hides beneath a car, tinkering. Thing is, being different isn't all it’s cracked up to be. It takes a woman—the right woman—to make him see that a "good man" can always be a better man.


He left the car under the cover in front of the door and strode into the lobby. A petite brunette stood at the registration desk. "May I help you?"

"Yes, I'd like a room."

"For tonight?"

"Yes." Jonah dug his wallet out of his back pocket and removed his VISA.

"One king or two queens?"

"One king."

The girl typed furiously and then looked up. "We only have two queen rooms."

"Then that will do." He didn't give a flying fuck how many beds were in the room as long as it had one as a minimum.

Jonah tapped his card on the counter and then walked to the door to look out at Kelly sitting in the car. He wasn't dreaming. That really was Kelly Shepherd sitting in his car and they really were checking into the Family Inn.

"Just one person?"

Oh yeah. He hadn't actually checked in yet. "Two."

"Oh." What the fuck? Did that sweet young thing just frown in judgement?


"No." There was that frown again. He glanced down at his clothing, looking a little wilted now after the wedding and imagined what it looked like, his checking in with someone, obviously coming from a party of some sort. But again, what the fuck? She worked in a no-tell motel. Lots of people probably checked in here in for a quickie.

That thought shocked him. Kelly Shepherd was no quickie. If anything, she was the love of his life, the one he'd never forgotten but never felt he deserved. The rich girl whose daddy owned more than half the town and rented most of the rest. And he was…

For the first time, he saw himself as Daniel had seen the three of them since childhood. Well-loved and well cared for bastards. Yeah, no kids had ever had better parents but that didn't change his parentage. Who was he to hold Kelly Shepherd in his arms?

Just as he started to turn toward the door to leave, the desk clerk asked, "First floor or second?"

"Look, I don't mean to be rude but just pick out a vacant room, tell me how much it is, run my credit card, and give me the key. My bride has been waiting in the car long enough."

Her eyes widened. "Your…your bride? Why didn't you say so?" Her fingers flew across the keyboard. She took his VISA and gave it back after a few seconds. "Park right out there in front of the light pole and you can come in through the front doors. Take the elevators to the third floor and go all the way to the end. That whole wing is empty so you and your wife can have some privacy."

"Thank you, uh"—Jonah looked at her nametag—"Ms. Clark. I appreciate it." Without waiting for more conversation, He dashed back to the car. Minutes later, holding Kelly's hand tightly, he walked quickly back through the lobby.

"Congratu— Oh!" Little Miss Desk Clerk exclaimed. "You didn't wear white."

"What?" Kelly asked, slowing Jonah down with a tug on his hand.

"I said, you didn't wear white. To the wedding."

Shit. After almost talking himself out of taking Kelly up to the room, now interfering Ms. Clark was going to do the trick for him.

"No. That would have been inappropriate."

Jonah saw Ms. Clark's eyes widen again as he realized the spin her mind put on Kelly's words. Then that damn frown returned. Jonah wrapped his arm around Kelly's shoulders. "Come on, sweetheart. Our room is ready."

"Okay," Kelly said, gazing into his eyes with the love a real bride would have for her new husband. No, wait. That was a look of confusion. No matter. He pulled Kelly to the elevators and punched the button with his index finger. Once inside, he took her in his arms and kissed her with all the heat that had been building in him all night. To his relief, Kelly responded in kind, pushing her fingers through his hair and holding his head to hers.

When the elevator slowed and then stopped, they stepped into the hallway. Jonah checked the room number on the key card holder and turned them to the left. In her heels, Kelly had a hard time keeping up, so he swept her into his arms.

At their room, she took the key card from him and opened the door. Once inside, Jonah was certain his heart would burst from needing, from wanting, from years of unfulfilled dreams, all about to come true.

"What did that girl mean?"

"What girl?" Jonah took he shawl from her shoulders and folded it loosely on the dresser.

"The girl at the front desk. What did she mean about my not wearing white?"

"Oh, that." He emptied his pockets onto the dresser, and deftly removed a condom from his wallet. "I told her we'd just been married."

"What? Why would you do that?" Kelly moved away from his fingers that were trying to find how to unwrap her wraparound dress.

"Because she kept making judgmental noises and frowning. She made me feel guilty for bringing you here."

"So, when she noted that I wasn't wearing white she assumed that I wasn't a virgin?"

"Probably." Jonah took a step back and gazed at her. "Does that bother you? Because it damn sure bothers me that she dared make any assumptions about us."

Kelly smiled. "You of all people know that I'm not a virgin."

Jonah groaned. "Can we please not talk about that night again? And especially not now?"

Kelly smiled. "Sure, we can do that. And do I care what that little girl downstairs thinks? Not a whit. I just care what you think, Jonah. Here and now." With a flick of her wrist, the tie came loose and the dress flowed to the floor. There, standing before him in all her glory wearing only a lacy bra and little satin short-short things, was the woman of his desires.

Author Bio

A few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making getting up in the morning fun. During the day, her characters killed people, fell in love, became drunk with power, or sober with responsibility. And they had sex, lots of sex. Writing was so much fun Dee decided to keep at it. That's how she spends her days. Her nights? Well, she's lucky that her dream man, childhood sweetheart, and long-time hubby are all the same guy, and nights are their secret. For romance ranging from sweet to historical, contemporary to paranormal and more join Dee on Nomad Authors. Contact Dee at dsknight@deesknight.com.

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