Showing posts with label MFRWHooks. Show all posts
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Wednesday, August 12, 2020

#MFRWhooks - She never would have deemed him a failure.

#BookHooks #CowboyRomance #MFRWhooks #Love #HEA #SweetStory

Book 2 in The Montana Ranch series 
Heat Rating - Sweet - 1 Flame 
Contemporary Western Romance novella

Blurb



Melody Bennett’s parents trampled on her teenage romance with a drifter ten years earlier. After he disappeared without a word of goodbyes on the night they had planned to run away together, she casts aside her foolish notions of happily ever after and works hard on her family’s ranch.

Max Fortaine returns with a heart guarded by secrets and a sizable bank account that took blood, prayers, and tears to fund. The cowboy disrupts Melody’s peaceful life with stolen kisses and a promise for more. After a lifetime of running, mistakes and regrets, he vows to reclaim the only woman he’s ever loved…if only her overprotective father didn’t stand in his way.


Excerpt 

“You were eighteen, fresh out of high school. The year we spent together was wonderful, but we were fools to think it would last forever.” Max tunneled his fingers through his short hair. “The only life you knew was what your father wanted you to know. I left because I loved you, and you’ve led a good, safe life without me in it.”
What a crappy excuse. “You stole my choice. Hardships and problems are part of every relationship. I wanted to work through them with you.”
“Please, darlin’, see this from my point-of-view. I didn’t want the woman I planned to marry to hitchhike, to sleep under bridges, or to rely on strangers for her next meal. I didn’t want you to beg or degrade yourself to get by. I would’ve tried to protect you from all that, and I would’ve failed.” He held his arms open as though in a plea for her to understand. “I couldn’t be a failure in your eyes. You probably would’ve headed back home to Willow Creek after a few months or a few years, and I wouldn’t have blamed you if you did.”
He left without a word of goodbye to protect her from the world—a rough, cruel place he had to survive in on his own? She hated and loved him for it. Who knows what would’ve happened back then if he’d explained his fears to her when they were making their plans to run off. She likely would have promised him anything to appease him. At the time, she would’ve meant it. Now, older and wiser, she wouldn’t deny the truth in his words—she might’ve left him. That shamed her, but she never would have deemed him a failure.
She rubbed tears from her cheeks. “Thank you for telling me. That’s actually better than I expected.”
“You thought I never loved you, that I used you, right?”
“Yes.” Her chest throbbed from her pounding heart. “How could I not?”


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Wednesday, August 5, 2020

#MFRWhooks - Memories of you in that dress...



Book 4 in The Cinderella Body Club series
Heat Rating - Sensual - 2 Flames 
Contemporary Romance with a Magical Twist 

Blurb 


Annalise Gallagher wants Elijah Burleigh. Plain and simple. She’s watched him from afar for months, her friends call her “his own personal stalker,” and then she makes a wish on a magic pendant for a full-body makeover. Transformed into the gorgeous knockout she’s always wanted to be, she asks Elijah out on a date and wears a haute couture gown straight from Paris to his friend’s wedding. 
With just twenty-four hours on the clock, her enchanted night fades into the morning hours and everything crashes down around her. Annalise harbors a shameful secret and Elijah demands the truth with the veil of magic gone. 

The truth, however, could destroy her fragile confidence and push him away forever.

Excerpt 


“I’m so happy you came by today.” Elijah’s hot breath teased the sensitive hollow of her throat. His lips trailed across her shoulder blade, down her bare arm, and Annalise almost melted. Then he firmly grasped her waist with his palms and stared deep into her eyes. “I promised myself I would ask you out the next time you came in. If I’d known you worked across the street, I would’ve made time and stopped by to see you.”
“I should’ve put my insecurities aside months ago and just asked you.” Annalise felt vulnerable under his keen gaze. “I don’t ever wear haute couture clothes—this is the first time in my life that I’ve ever worn a dress like this—and I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. I’m not sexy. I’m not a little badass who wears safety pins and skulls on her clothes all the time. I’m just…Plain.”
He cupped her cheek in his palm. “I disagree. I remember the first time I saw you. My nerves were through the roof, I hated using cue cards for my first tour since I hadn’t memorized the information or studied the artwork on my own yet, and there you were at the back of my group. A blue scarf covered your curly hair—it rained that day and I could tell you were self-conscious about your hair because you kept patting it—and a white and blue striped dress hugged your body. You also wore a bulky denim jacket over it.”
“I bought the dress on a whim but I didn’t wear it until my friends dared me to. I felt uncomfortable in it, hence the jacket, so I later donated the dress to a thrift store.”
He sighed. “That’s too bad. Memories of you in that dress keep me awake at night.”

Wednesday, July 29, 2020

#MFRWHooks - Lost Hearts in the Bayou



Blurb for Amber Daulton’s Lost Hearts in the Bayou

After Julie crashes her helicopter in the Louisiana swamp, she finds help from a sexy scientist—who happens to be her ex! Too bad Seth is the all-work-and-no-play type. How will she convince him to set aside his work and take a chance on her? Or is a second shot at love too much to hope for?

Sultry Summer Sizzle Anthology

Sultry Summer Sizzle brings you 17 torrid and taboo tales of sin, seduction and sweet scandal. Featuring hot stuff by: Liv Honeywell, Ava Night, Viv Velvet, Kerry Killeen, River Steele, N.J. Adel, Charlotte Storm, Lily Wickes, Layla Piper, Fern Fraser, Amber Daulton, Kaia Bell, Adele Morè, Geneva Maunder, A.K. Lilith, Carmen Webb, and Steph Brothers.

Excerpt

She flattened her palms on his chest to push him away, but then she gripped his shirt. Heat radiated around him and flushed her skin. Her mouth dried. “We shouldn’t do this.”
“Why not? The rest of the world is gone, at least for now. The storm has made sure of it.” He feathered his fingertips down her neck. “I’ve missed you. Have you missed me?”
“More than I can say.” One more time—a summer fling amidst a storm—wouldn’t hurt. Right? Her heart leapt as he kissed her. She moaned and swept her tongue along his teeth. His taste tantalized her. Yummy. His stubble teased her skin. She clutched his back, squeezed his firm muscles, and yanked up his T-shirt.
He pulled back, jerked the garment over his head, and swooped her into his arms.
She gasped, then giggled. How long had it been since that feminine sound escaped her mouth? She skimmed her fingers through his coarse chest hair as he strode to the other room. The full-sized bed welcomed her, and she gripped the standard bluish-gray blanket.
Seth flipped the light switch by the door, sinking the room into shadows, and turned on the bedside lamp. The yellow glow sharpened the planes of his face. He jerked off his remaining clothes and pumped his erection. A drop of pre-cum seeped from the slit. His broad shoulders and toned chest tapered into a narrow waist and a pair of long legs.
Thank God for good physical genetics. Most geeks weren’t so cut. She stripped nude, then reclined and spread her legs. For some reason, she’d made sure to shave her legs, bikini area, and beneath her arms before leaving home. Was it intuition?
“You’re so beautiful.” He knelt between her bent knees and slid his fingers along the inner curve of her thigh.
“Oh, my.” His heated touch trailed higher and enflamed the fleshy folds of her pussy. Her clitoris swelled. She gripped the blanket for leverage and arched her back.
“Squirt for me, Julie. Let me taste you.”

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Wednesday, July 22, 2020

#MFRWhooks - Their chance encounter resulted in a steamy affair...

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If you're interested in bad boys, danger, intrigue, hot sex, love, and happily ever afters, keep on reading... 

Blurb

Once you’re in a prison gang, you’re in it for life. That’s what Mason Harding thought until the boss accepted his resignation. After the State releases him on parole, a sexy divorcée behind the wheel of a car almost ends his life quicker than a shank. His chance encounter with Mia Eddison results in a night of passion, but her brother—his parole officer—catches them together and doesn’t approve.

Mia falls hard for the cocky ex-con, but not because of his chiseled body. She vows to break through his walls and discover his secrets, but never expects those secrets to threaten her life.
When members of an organized crime ring kidnap Mia to force Mason’s return to the gang, he goes up against an old friend to save the woman he loves. Will his sacrifice be enough or will everything fall apart in a blaze of gunfire?

Tagline


Their chance encounter resulted in a steamy affair, but will his former gang and a parole officer tear them apart?


Excerpt



Mason joined her in the tub, closed the door behind him, and hot water pelted his back in a rough caress. Tension eased from his shoulders, and he glanced at Mia as she gently rubbed a sudsy body puff over his pecs. Several bruises still marred his chest and stomach, and she looked ready to cry.
“The bruises look worse than they feel.” He clasped her cheek. “I’m a fast healer, and I’ve been through worse than what you witnessed on Saturday. When I say I’m fine, I mean it.”
She kissed the hollow of his throat and rubbed slightly harder. Tempted to jerk her against him and prove he could handle it rough, he gripped his hands in his hair to let her go at her own pace. Her soft, reverent touch eased his aches, burned through his hard shell, and pierced his dirty soul.
He’d done so many bad things in his life, and he didn’t know why she accepted him.
Because you haven’t told her everything, you asshole.




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Wednesday, July 15, 2020

#MFRWhooks - “Little tease.” Sam clenched one hand at his side...

#MFRWauthor #EroticRomance #SummerRomance #beach #fun #hot #menage #mfm

Heat Rating - Hot - 5 Flames 
Contemporary Erotic Romance 

Blurb


Calla Lansky needed help at playing the field.
She scheduled two dates for the same night at her favorite seafood restaurant and she owed her shocked boyfriends an explanation. To her surprise, Nathan Risley and Sam Tomlin handled the awkward situation like pros and happily agreed to her ultimate fantasy: a ménage à trois.
After the hottest night of her life, Calla faced the ultimate decision.
Should she commit to the one man who secretly loved her all along or keep her options open and indulge in her summer fantasy again and again?


Excerpt



Calla glanced back down at the bed coverings and kicked away her heels. Only a coward would continue to stall. She turned her back on her lovers, slowly untied the halter straps of her little blue dress, and shimmed her hips. The clingy fabric slid down her body and pooled around her ankles. Wearing nothing but a pair of lacy black panties and a matching bra, she puckered her lips in a flirty pout and glanced behind her.
“Little tease.” Sam clenched one hand at his side, his gaze dropping to her perky ass, and he pumped his shaft harder with his other hand.
She grinned, her self-confidence shooting like a rocket into outer space. Tunneling her hands through her hair, she lifted the heavy locks and let it cascade back down in a slow, sensuous fall, swaying at the tip of her ass. Nathan growled as Calla reached for her bra clasp, and she batted her eyelashes at him from over her shoulder. “You wanna do it?” Nathan liked undressing her, Sam enjoyed her strip shows, but Calla didn’t care how she undressed as long as she woke up sore in the morning.
Nathan crossed the blankets in three long strides and grasped her waist with his strong hands. His fingers dug a little hard into her skin as he held her from behind.
Desire shot through her, and she almost melted as he trailed hard little kisses along her shoulder blade. She inadvertently transferred power and control of the situation to him, but she couldn’t find the will or the want to steal it back.
Nathan swiped her hair to one side, feathered his fingertips down her spine, and wrapped his arms around her like two steel bands. Caged against his solid chest, his cock pressed into the small of her back. He turned them both around, keeping her backside flat to his front, so they faced Sam.



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I'm proud to announce Calla's Summer Fantasy is a Finalist in this year's Raven Awards !

Wednesday, July 8, 2020

#MFRWhooks - “Handcuffs. We have to get furry handcuffs.”



Synopsis:


DEA field agent Jarrett Brandt returns home to visit his brother's grave, not to reconnect with his first true love.
Now widowed with a son, Marissa Reinn Brandt expects nothing from the one who broke her heart—the twin brother of the man she’d married—but then her son offers him a place to stay for Christmas.
As they rekindle the flames of love that once bound them together, an enemy from his past and a trusted mentor from his present threaten to destroy everything they hold dear.

Excerpt (PG 13): 

Jarrett continued thrusting until the last ounce of his strength vanished. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the crown of her head. “That was amazing, baby. You’re so damn bossy.” He couldn’t stop smiling.

Marissa blushed and glanced up at him. Locks of auburn hair shielded her face. “I—um—I have a kinky little secret.” She pushed back her hair and tried to rise. He pinned her on his massive chest and swiped stray strands behind her ears. Her blush reddened. “I love bondage films, adult films. I know it’s a total macho guy thing but bossy, woman-empowerment sex turns me on. I like the control.”

Instant arousal. His cock thickened and prodded her ass cheeks as if he hadn’t screwed in months. “Handcuffs. We have to get furry handcuffs.” Jarrett grinned. Tingly aftershocks rocked through him. “God, I have the perfect woman.”

She giggled and tried to sit up again.

He tightened his hold. “We need to combine our collection of tapes.”

“And toys.”

He chuckled and finally released her. She jumped to the opposite side of the bed while he sat up and hung his head between his legs. Laughter billowed deep from his chest. “She’s so damn perfect,” he said more to himself than her. He wiped sweat from his forehead and then grasped his heavy shaft, ready for another round. He stared back at Marissa as she brought her knees to her chest. He freed the twisted blanket out from underneath them and draped it over her. 


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Wednesday, July 1, 2020

#MFRWhooks - Will Erica listen to the music in her heart?

#RockstarRomance #Sexy #hot #MFRWauthor #MFRWhooks #SecondChances #SmalltownRomance


Series: Deerbourne Inn (book 4) 
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press 
Release Date: February 11, 2019 
Genre: Romantic Suspense 
Length: 40k 
Heat Rating: 3 Flames 

Blurb


Out-of-work violinist Erica Timberly decides enough is enough. She leaves her abusive boyfriend and flees the big city, but then her car breaks down in the middle of the night. Though wary of men, she accepts help from Dylan Haynes, a stranger driving by on the road, and soon recognizes him as the sexy former drummer of her favorite indie rock band. Maybe, just maybe, her run of bad luck is finally turning around.

Music teacher Dylan Haynes knows Erica is in trouble, and her black eye is only the first clue. The stubborn yet vulnerable woman needs a friend, but he’s determined to give her everything she deserves.
Will Erica listen to the music in her heart and trust Dylan, or will her past always threaten her future?

Excerpt



Dylan deepened the kiss and lightly tugged on her bottom lip. Tears streaked his flushed cheeks as he smiled at her. “I’m so grateful I found you, baby. I heard you screaming. When I saw that bastard press a gun to your head, my heart nearly exploded. I thought I might lose you. I promise you, Erica, I will never control you as Phil did. You will always have the ability to choose. I just want to make you happy.”
She gripped his hand and brushed her lips across his calloused knuckles. “I know. You do make me happy. You took a bullet for me.” A sob constricted her throat, but she pushed it down.
A blast of noise rent the air. Fireworks filled the sky, visible in the alley from the narrow stretch of space between the buildings.
Erica loved the bright colors and designs, but hardly cared about watching the spectacle. She dropped her gaze back to Dylan.
A grin spread across his face. “It’s been one wild Fourth of July. Why don’t we do something more low-key next year? How about no guns and crazy exes? Just us, the creek, and a bottle of wine. Clothing optional.”
She laughed softly, amazed he could make light of the situation. “That sounds perfect. Absolutely perfect.”



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The Deerbourne Inn series 

Lyrical Embrace is book four in the Deerbourne Inn series, a multi-author collaboration of novellas all set in the small fictional town of Willow Springs, Vermont.
Each story focuses on one couple, the newly renovated inn, small town life, and finding a happily ever after. The series stock characters include most of the town’s inhabitants, and those secondary characters jump from story to story. The authors are sharing some of their own characters as well.
The heat level ranges between sweet, sensual, and erotic. Some stories take place in the 1800s (around the town’s founding) and others are set in modern day.

Wednesday, June 24, 2020

#MFRWHooks - Will Leonora survive in this strange new world alone?

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Welcome to the weekly Marketing for Romance Writers Book Hooks. Every week authors get together to share their news and hook readers onto their books. 

If you're interested in time travel, intrigue, hot sex, love, and happily ever afters, keep on reading... 




Blurb

Leonora Harris fled her newly wedded husband’s home in Georgian England, 1725, and took shelter in a cave during a rainstorm. She woke up in a cold, barren land and a handsome stranger with a mechanical carriage offered her shelter.
Undercover American operative Rodger Ramsey never expected to find a runaway bride in the magnificent Salar de Uyuni. Assigned to Bolivia to investigate Communist activities, he just wrapped up his two-year mission in 1963 and followed his heart to the salt flats one last time.
Sparks flew and attraction sizzled. The lost, stubborn woman kicked his protective instincts into overdrive. Rodger took her home with him, determined to help her before he returned to the States, and Leonora flourished under his guidance. Their hearts intertwined. He wanted her, needed her, but could he truly love a woman who believed she jumped two hundred years in time?
Will they find a way to stay together, despite the obstacles between them, or will Leonora survive in this strange new world alone?

(Author’s Note - This is a prequel to Timeless Honor, a time travel romance with Rodger and Leonora’s granddaughter, but can be read as a standalone.)


Excerpt 

“May I make a suggestion about your clothes?”
Rodger’s soft plea drew her attention. He stood in front of her, she didn’t even see him move around the coffee table, and he reached out as though to stroke a few tendrils of damp hair away from her face. Heat curled in her womb, her heart skipped a beat, but he stepped back before contact and clasped his hands at his sides.
“Certainly.” Leonora swallowed hard to steady her voice as she glanced down at the thick bands of braided yarn and ribbon woven into the skirt. “Is something the matter?”
“You should tuck in your shirt. That’s how the native Bolivian women wear it.”
“Oh?” She turned away from him for a modicum of privacy, grasped the hem and sucked in her stomach to push the excessive fabric beneath the waistband of the skirt. “Is this right?”
A low hiss echoed behind her. Rodger clasped her waist with his strong hands and held her still as she tried to face him. Delicious warmth enveloped her despite the thick cotton between them and his fingers trailed from her waist to the small of her back. She gasped as he grazed her bare skin, his touch seared her, and he tucked the back half of her shirt into the skirt.
“Th—thank you,” Leonora stuttered as she peeked at him over her shoulder.
“Face me, dearest.” He turned her gently around in the cage of his arms until she stared up into his eyes. “That’s a good girl.”
Air thundered through her lungs and not even a hurricane could propel her away from him. She yearned for the heat of his kiss, the feel of his skin against hers, but Rodger likely considered her too young. Several of her friends back home already married, their husbands were little more than strangers to some of them before they wed, but Leonora didn’t expect a declaration of matrimony from Rodger. Despite her uncertain situation and future, she only wanted to experience pleasure in his arms.
The want embarrassed her, but she couldn’t help the way she felt.
“I’m shocked you like your new clothes.” His voice sounded as rough as a carriage that traveled on a gravel road. “None of the women in those magazines wore clothes like this.”
“I noticed that, but the fashions in England aren’t the same in France, Spain or anywhere else. Each country has its own style of dress. Isn’t Bolivia the same?”
His throat bobbed. “Yes, very much so.”
She braced her hands on his chest, his wool sweater cushy under her palms, and she traced one of the ribbed designs from his broad shoulder to his hard stomach. Strength coiled beneath the surface, his body thick and solid, and his chest heaved under her exploration. She slowly lifted the hem of his sweater but Rodger grasped her hand and pulled it back.
“Yes?” Leonora licked her dry lips and could barely breathe as he teased his fingers up and down her spine in a slow caress.
“I can’t do this, Leonora.”
“Because of my age?”
“No, because of mine.” 


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