Been a long time between blog posts. I've also been very slack on my Facebook account, hardly use Twitter and don't even mention Instagram. Not that I don't enjoy social media, I do, I really do! But... I'm more of a browser, a scroller, a quiet liker than an interactive user and that's basically because I can't imagine that anyone would really want to know what I'm thinking doing, reading, watching etc. but then perhaps people do, since I am one of those people that love reading about what other people are doing, thinking etc.
Anyhow...I'm back and plan on giving my little website here a much needed makeover! Stay tuned for more of that but in the meantime here is an update on what I have been up to.
1. Working on a couple of YA titles. I love YA. I originally started out writing YA (you can read my YA novel Time After Time here) but somehow merged into writing new adult novels. I think because I wanted to open the bedroom door and show more 'romance' between my couples that is simply not appropriate in the young adult genre. Don't get me wrong, I love writing gritty, coming of age novels but there is something about the innocence, the confusion and the development of character that I love in YA. So I went back to a few half finished, badly written manuscripts and for the past few months have been going over them. One is a paranormal fairy/demon romance that I love, even though the genre has been done to death thanks to the early millennium Twilight obsession, a second is a contemporary romance set in the world of reality television and the third is a time travel romance that links back to the sixteen hundreds. Three very different stories but three which I all loved writing. Stay tuned for more news on them (or you can check out Entwined here)
2. I've also started a short story series. These have been fun to write! Short, sharp, sassy, sexy with a bit of angst thrown in for good measure. You see more of what's coming in the Ink Addicted novella series here.
3. Life. I've been busy with life which includes my hubby, three teenage sons (honestly, I think teenagers are more demanding in some ways that toddlers) and work. I work as a relief (substitute if you are reading this in the states) teacher and whilst I don't have the responsibilities of a regular teacher I find that I'm just as exhausted at the end of the day and my mind is too overwhelmed to write much. I'm hoping as the year progresses that changes as I miss the rush of writing!
4. Getting fit. This is something I am quite passionate about. I've always been fit, fairly healthy and have never really had a weight problem. But being over forty (ahem) I'm conscious of staying in the best shape as possible for as long as I can so I've set myself a few health and fitness goals this year that I am determined to achieve. One is running a half marathon later in the year so I have been busy running, training for that. I will blog more about this journey later for those interested.
So that's me lately! Hopefully my next blog post isn't far away....
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Laurie wants a news story. Caleb just wants to be left alone. But when the coyote shifters’ paths cross in New Mexico’s Sandia Mountains, Fate steps in and gives them something they never expected—each other.
Reporter Laurie Rivera is on the trail of a white slavery ring when she’s forced to run for her life in the foothills near Sandia Crest. Widowed sheriff and Alpha coyote shifter Caleb Lynch comes across the exhausted reporter and discovers to his shock that Laurie’s also a coyote shifter—and his new heart’s mate.
But Caleb never expected to have another chance at love, and Laurie has a good reason to fear being claimed, especially by an Alpha. As a snowstorm traps them in the sheriff’s cabin, Caleb must find a way around the barriers surrounding Laurie’s heart, and Laurie has to confront her past—and the humans who want her dead—if she wants a chance at her very own “happily ever after.”
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ExcerptUpstairs, Caleb stretched out in the big, comfortable bed, remembering how Paul Sleeping Turtle, Mike Ivanov and he had used some stout ropes and a lot of good-natured cursing to haul the mattress and box spring and over the loft railing. Anna had stood well out of the way downstairs, laughing at their language as they’d sweated and lugged the damn things upward. That night, however, she’d rewarded him in the newly installed bed, and Mike cheerfully baited him the next day about hearing the noise from a good mile away. He’d never brought another woman to the cabin after Anna’s death, never even wanted to. But Laurie was different. He could smell her even up here, her essence rising with the heat from the fireplace and perfuming the loft with the smell of warm, sweet female in heat and in need of a good fucking. He had no idea why Laurie had suddenly gone into heat while he was doing the dishes, but the change in her scent was unmistakable. Granted, sometimes an unmated Alpha could send a young, untried female into heat from simple proximity. But Laurie Rivera had to be in her early thirties, and if she was a virgin he’d eat his badge. The view he’d caught of her in the reflection of the kitchen window was of a female openly eyeing him and liking what she saw. He grinned at the hand-hewn beams overhead. You know damn well what it means. She’s my mate, whether she likes it or not. Which, ironically, was the problem. From what she’d told him, she was skittish as hell about the idea of being claimed. He couldn’t blame her, considering her experiences with her first Alpha. But it certainly messed up any chance he had with her, as well. And he didn’t have the luxury of taking his time and courting her, letting her get to know him over time. The moment the plows came through in the morning, Mike and this Gavin guy would be at the cabin to pick her up. After that, Laurie would be back in the city with her career and her life, never to return. Albuquerque isn’t that far, though. Oh, yeah? When was the last time you were there? The last time you had time to go there? His subconscious—or his coyote, he wasn’t sure—had a point. He had to act tonight before he lost her. So, time to be sneaky. He kicked off the blanket, bracing as the cool air hit his bare skin. He usually didn’t sleep naked during winter, but he wanted as much of his own aroma circulating as possible. He’d made a vow, yes, and he would keep it … unless Laurie gave him permission to break it. And the best way to make happen would be to tempt her upstairs with the scent of his desire and the promise of fulfilling her own. Running a hand over his chest, he brushed the firm nub of a nipple and the crisp hair that led in a trail down to his groin. He followed it now, wrapping a hand around his soft cock and squeezing. It twitched at the stimulation; when he squeezed again, running his thumb over the upper ridge of the head, it began to thicken lazily. He started a light, teasing stroke, not enough to get himself off but more than enough to get fully hard. Closing his eyes, he imagined Laurie climbing the stairs to the loft and his bed. The mattress would dip a bit as she climbed on it, moving on all fours to him. He knew she was the kind of female who, when her mind was made up, would stake her claim. There would be no fear, no anger, nothing but need and the deep knowledge that they belonged together. He pictured her straddling his thighs, bending over to give him a deep, luscious kiss. Her breasts would swing forward and he could cup them, relishing the firm weight of them in each hand before he leaned up to take a nipple in his mouth. He already knew how the salt of her sweat and the sweet spice of her skin would taste, and how to rub the velvet flat of his tongue across the nub to make her gasp. He wanted to learn all the sounds she made in bed, the feminine moans and sighs that were music to a male’s ears. His sweet female would be eager that first time, taking him in hand and guiding his straining cock between her legs. He groaned as he imagined the hot, wet squeeze of her sliding down around him, a perfect fit that would drive him out of his mind. She’d start riding him, her breasts jiggling with each rise and fall, and that perfect friction building between cock and cunt, all hot juices and slippery softness and his dick going deeper and deeper into her until he could feel the electricity rising, building at that sweet spot between balls and spine… He pulled his hand away, half-enjoying the sparking, stuttering feeling of having his orgasm denied. Now he just had to wait. Please, Laurie, I need you. Come to me.
About Nicola Cameron
Nicola Cameron is a married woman of a certain age who really likes writing about science fiction, fantasy, and sex. When not writing about those things, she likes to make Stuff™. And she may be rather fond of absinthe.
While possessing a healthy interest in sex since puberty, it wasn’t until 2012 that she decided to write about it. The skills picked up during her SF writing career transferred quite nicely to speculative romance. Her To Be Written work queue currently stands at around nineteen books, and her mojito-sodden Muse swans in from Bali every so often to add to the list, cackling to herself all the while.
Nicola plans to continue writing until she drops dead over her keyboard or makes enough money to buy a private island and hire Rory McCann as her personal trainer/masseur, whichever comes first.
The final Risso Family novella is now available!
No One Until Her
Risso Family #6
Erotic Romance / BDSM / Menage
by Lynn Burke
Kaden Quinn has life by the balls and enjoys his side job as a Dom in a downtown Boston BDSM club. What he doesnât wantâor needâis a pseudo-sub trying to shred the veil that protects his painful past.
When untamed Livi Risso's insatiable need to get to the bottom of a story leads her to an exclusive kink club, her curiosity ignites upon meeting a restrained Dom who refuses to touch her.
Kaden feigns disinterest while scening, but that doesnât stop Livi from experiencing intimacy like sheâs never imagined. When one misstep leaves Kaden shaken, will Livi be the one to break down his wall against love?
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âWhatâs your name, sub?â I asked.
âLi â¦ Lisa.â
I narrowed my gaze and stared down at her. âIf you say so, Bella.â
âBella?â Her head tilted to the side, her eyes slightly widened. âIs that a compliment?â
âYouâre Italian, arenât you?â
âThen thatâs what Iâll call you.â A light flush spread across her high cheekbones and she bit her lower lip. Goddamn cock sprung to full attention. âFirst thing you ought to knowâand should have learned long before entering this club as a subâyour gaze belongs on your Domâs boots, your knees on the floor.â
The bulge in my leathers snagged her attention as her head lowered and she hesitated. A shudder rippled down through her, but she sank to her knees with practiced ease, a waft of subtle sweetness, what had to be expensive perfume, floating around me. My mouth watered. Long, glossy dark hair cascaded around her downturned face. Her shoulders remained back and straight.
Trying to ignore the press of my goddamn zipper into my cockâand prickle of unease tingling the back of my neckâI glanced across the room at Devon, one of the few Doms who didnât mind switching.
He lounged in a chair, drink in hand, but otherwise unoccupied. Bellaâs appearance had already drawn his attention. He gawked like a starstruck lover at the goddess kneeling at my feet.
The idea of sharing the tasty morsel of a pseudo-sub twisted my gut, but the thought that touching her skin would definitely cause trouble overrode my Neanderthal side.
As though feeling my stare, Devon lifted his gaze to mine.
I quirked a brow in invitation.
He shot out of his seat with a shit-eating grin and strode across the room. He stood a good half-foot shorter than me, but we both had blue eyes, the same light hair, and square jawâ¦ Weâd enjoyed our fair share of women fantasizing about brothers.
âMaster Devon, care to join us this evening?â
When I was thinking about what to write for this blog post I thought I'd write down some goals for 2017 and talk about what I want to achieve next year, when I realised I should first think about what I have achieved this year. Which is what I am doing now.... Reflecting on 2016 which was, in terms of my writing career, not like anything I expected.
For those of you who know my writing journey - might have even read my journey in Writing the Dream anthology available here - you will know that I began writing some years ago. In fact it was 2010 when I wrote my first novel. It was a young adult book full of angels and demons and I loved it. It was unfortunately dreadfully written and the characters flat and uninteresting (cringy cliched) but I loved it. I still love the concept to this day and have plans to readdress it at some stage. Anyhow, I loved it mostly because I had written it. I'd always wanted to write a book and there, I'd done it. I wasn't a writer, but I had written a book.
Fast forward a number of years and by the beginning of 2016 despite having a book published and completing other manuscripts I didn't consider myself a writer. I was a teacher, a mother, a wife, a friend, a runner, a yoga lover, a book reader, a daughter, a niece, an aunt..... I was many things but I wasn't a writer. I wanted to be a writer. I wanted to be a writer REAL bad.
But I seemed to be just wasting time. So, December 2015 I decided to write a book that I would love. A book that I wanted to read. Nothing high concept, nothing that was going to be the next Harry Potter or Twilight (because lets face it, what wanna be writer doesn't dream of being the next 'big thing'). I just wrote a book that I loved. That book was Star Struck. After I wrote Star Struck I thought I'd continue on that vein and write another book I'd been thinking about for a long time, Trinity.
I wrote these books really quickly and they were picked up by publishers quickly too. And I now realise that 2016 was the year I became a writer. It wasn't only the year that I signed contracts for five books (OMG FIVE!) but it was the year that I really began to own my identity as a writer for the first time since I'd realised I wanted to be a writer at 8 years old.
Here's what I did that made me a writer:
And the most important thing I learned this year was that I am a writer. I am a romance writer. And I love what I do.
So before I write about my goals for 2017, I want to reflect on 2016. Which, I have to say, has been a damned fine year.
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My favourite time of year is the week between Christmas and New Year. The food has been eaten, the champagne, wine and Bailey's drunk (don't judge me), the presents gifted and received and relatives visited with. After that it is time to relax and unwind with just my family and close friends. We sleep late, swim in the pool (it is ALWAYS incredibly hot here at that time), take walks along the beach, read books in the hammock and watch lazy movies outside in the warm evening breeze. I just love it! And I've already started compiling the books I plan on devouring during that week so I thought it only fair I give a lucky reader a chance to score an Amazon Gift card and stock up on books to read too (or whatever you'd like to stock up on).
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Thank you so much for having me on your blog today with my new release. Christmas with his Best Friend.
This was one of those stories that practically wrote itself, once I started writing. I love the friends to lovers trope, myself, and I knew I would have to expand on the flash I wrote on my blog. This one to be precise.
Just imagine walking in on your best friend pleasuring himself to a picture of you? What would you do?
Emma has a whole set of conflicting emotions to deal with when this happens to her. Not least because she has been secretively fantasising about her best friend too.
Dare they take that leap into the unknown?
You'll have to read the book to find out.
They’ve been friends for twenty years until … this Christmas.
How do you tell a sweet, naïve, and clearly vanilla girl that you like to tie women up and torture them for mutual enjoyment in your spare time? Josh Mackenzie has no idea, but when his best friend Emma walks in on him pleasuring himself, everything changes.
For Emma, coming face to face with her secret longings is mind-blowing. It’s one thing to fantasize about your best friend, but dare she take that leap into the unknown? Will it not ruin their friendship, and is—what would undoubtedly be awesome—sex worth risking that?
While Josh shares her fears, she is all he’s ever wanted in a woman, and he’s determined to show her that they can have it all. This woman is his to mark, cherish, and love forever, and he’ll prove it to her, one spank at a time.
Be Warned: BDSM, spanking
Christmas with his Best Friend released December 7th and is available from
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Now that the moment was here Josh was lost for words. With his sweet little Em in his arms, her hazel eyes looking up him with so much trust … fuck it. What was he doing here? Instead of answering her, he pulled away, slid his hands in her hair and tucked at the pins holding it up. The dark blonde mass of silky curls fell in soft waves around her face, and he twirled one strand around his index finger.
“Josh? What are we doing here?” Her whispered question shot straight to his cock, and not trusting his voice to fucking work, he decided to show her instead. A soft gasp escaped her when he picked her up, set her on the kitchen counter, and pulling her legs apart stepped right between them. The action made her pencil skirt ride up, exposing the top of her stockings, and Josh groaned under his breath. He let his digits linger, half expecting her to slap them away, but when she opened her legs wider, he tore his gaze away from her pale flesh to check out her expression. Head down, she seemed mesmerized by the sight of his tanned hands against her skin, and the sweet scent of aroused woman filled his nostrils when he ran his hands slowly up her inner thighs. He could almost feel the heat of her cunt before her whisper stopped him.
Leaving one of his hands where it was, he tipped her chin up with his index finger, satisfied beyond relief to see the same need he felt reflected back at him in her eyes. The hazel orbs had darkened to almost black, and when she licked her lips in a nervous gesture, his gaze followed the movements of her little pink tongue. Visions of her on her knees, with that sweet mouth wrapped around his dick, as he shot his jizz down her slender throat, made his cock jerk against the zipper of his jeans. He growled low in his throat at the thought of marking her thus, and her expressive eyes widened. Her breathing sped up even more, making her tits strain against the sensible blouse she wore for work. With the two top buttons undone, the third was threatening to give way under the rapid movement, giving him tantalizing glimpses of the soft swell of her breasts. Josh couldn’t help it. His self-control and good intentions went out of the window at her untutored responses to him, and he trailed his finger lower down the soft skin of her neck, over her collarbone and lower still, until he reached that tiny ivory button.
“I want you, little one.”
His voice dropped to the one he used in a scene without any conscious effort on his part, and when he flicked that button open, Emma’s sweet moan of surrender was music to his ears. Watching her closely for her reaction, he flicked the next button and so forth, until the sides of her blouse fell open, exposing her amazing rack. The lacy, mauve bra left little to the imagination. Josh continued his one fingered exploration, and they both groaned when he circled her nipples. Clearly visible through the lace, the little pink nubs hardened under his gentle ministrations, and Em’s breathing kicked up another notch.
Josh trailed his finger lower, over the soft swell of her abdomen, which caused her to suck in her belly, and he smiled at her action.
“Have I ever told you how much I love your curves, little one?”
Her surprised jerk and strangled half laugh told him he hadn’t, and Josh inwardly kicked himself.
“Since when? You have seen your girlfriends, right?”
There was a wealth of bitterness in those few words compounded by her hasty grab for her blouse. She pulled the ends closed and wrapped her arms around herself in a defensive move that tore at his heartstrings. The Dom in him wanted to order her to strip, to take her over his knee and paddle that luscious ass of hers for disrespecting her body shape like that, and making assumptions about him to boot, but he hadn’t earned that right yet.
So, instead of acting on that impulse, which pushed adrenaline through his veins, he did the next best thing. Stepped away, crossed his own arms over his chest and gave her his best don’t-talk-such-crap-subbie stare.
It didn’t take long before she caved in. Uncertainty crossed her features, followed by confusion, and when she dropped her gaze to his chest, he finally spoke.
“Let’s get one thing straight here, my sweet little Em, I do, indeed love your curves. In fact seeing you waltz out of here in those damn tight pencil skirts you wear for work has me so fucking hard I have to jerk off the minute you leave.”
Clearly startled by that revelation, Emma jerked her head up, opened her mouth to say something, but one look at his expression seemed to change her mind. The Dom in him almost roared when she dropped her gaze—to his chin this time—and kept it there. His girl was a natural, responding to him without even realizing what she was doing, and wasn’t that the biggest turn-on yet.
“Next, I don’t do girlfriends.” That brought her head up again, albeit briefly, and he smiled at her sharp intake of breath, and the confusion written all over her face. “I haven’t done for a long time, ever since I realized I was in love with my best friend.”
Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, Time Travel, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.
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It's no secret that I am a huge fan of Pinterest for finding inspiration. Not just for my stories but for anything really! I pin food, exercises, places I'd love to visit, places I have visited, quotes, hairstyles, fashion, decorating tips....I'm pretty sure I have a board for anything!
One thing I do love though is using Pinterest to create a visual board of my works in progress. I imagine my characters moving and acting as vividly as if I watching them on a big screen (oh dreams!). On my main computer in my office I have two screens so I usually have my pinterest board up on one, word on the other, my earphones with my custom play list in my ears and a cup of coffee (cos I love me some coffee!) When I'm working on my laptop it's obviously a little more difficult so I generally have pinterest open and switch between Word and Pinterest whenever I need a little more inspiration.
Anyhow, today I am sharing some of the Pinterest inspiration I used when writing First You Were Mine. I looked for a sexy, smouldering military guy and a girl who radiated innocence and optimism for the gorgeous Georgia who falls in love with the wrong guy.
I also looked for settings, which was quite easy since First You Were Mine is set in a real place.
My inspiration is below and don't forget you can always follow me here.
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Today I welcome Shari Elder to the blog to talk about her new release, Race to Redemption with Evernight Publishing which have downloaded to my Kindle and plan to read on my holiday in Bali!! (by the time you read this I will be in Bali :))
So read on to find out more about Shari's writing journey and process and also a peek inside Race to Redemption.
Hi Shari and welcome to the blog! First congratulations on the release of Race to Redemption! Can you tell the reader a little more about what you write?
I write science fiction, fantasy and paranormal romance with a touch of spice. World building is my passion and I can’t resist a happy ending.
Have you always wanted to be a writer?
I have always enjoyed writing and it has been a component of all the jobs I’ve ever had. I’ve also experimented with different kinds of writing on the side, but it never got real until I started writing romance. Whatever the form, writing has continuously been a part of my life.
How did you go about getting your first book published? What did that journey look like?
I don’t think my story is anything extraordinary or unusual. After a year of writing, I had two drafts books done. I pitched one at an on-line pitch hosted by one of the writing groups I belonged to it. An editor asked for my story. She rejected it because it was not right for current needs there but there would be a new call coming out several months later. If I did some revisions, she told me she’d be willing to reread it. She did, and my first contract came from that.
Describe your writing environment?
I write in silence (no music, no playlist) usually sitting on the couch with my computer on my knees. I also write on the metro on the way to work.
Are you a plotter or a pantser?
A plotter. I write pretty detailed outlines. Although I may pants the individual chapters.
Where do you get your ideas for your stories?
One of my favourite idea sources is mythology. My book, Shifter Trials, is a modern rewrite of the Atalanta myth. Another font is a line, a job, a goal, an idea I want to play with. Race to Redemption started with an interest in writing about a female competitive racer.
What projects are you working on right now?
I am working on two books. I just finished a draft of Unnatural Allies, a story created in the same world as Shifter Trials, my first book with Evernight Publishers. I am about a quarter completed with the Scent of Memory, which is book #2 from the Green Rising series.
What actor/actress would you like to see playing your characters?
For Race to Redemption, Chris Hemsworth for Erik and Anne Hathaway for Elaina.
What genres do you like to read? Who are your favourite authors?
I read all over the place. Romance, science fiction, fantasy, mystery, literary stuff, some suspense. I don’t have favourite authors, just favourite books. The number one winner is Italo Calvino, “If on a Winter’s Night a Traveller.” It is written in an experimental style, but the book is a love story from an author to his readers.
What do you like to do when you aren’t writing?
Hang out with my kid, read, watch movies and walk the dog.
What does your family think about you writing?
Truthfully, they don’t think about it much. It’s my little hobby.
What is the most surprising thing you’ve learned on your writing journey?
How many books are published annually. If I think too hard about that, I would get overwhelmed and stop writing.
Where can we get a hold of your books?
All Romance here
What suggestions would you give for aspiring authors?
1) Grit, grit and grit. Many writers write on and off, don’t finish or don’t submit. Writers who publish are stubborn, tenacious and uncompromisingly persistent with their writing. They stick to it but can also come to completion with their work. In truth, a book is never finished, we as authors just decide to finish them.
2)Make your own rules. It’s really easy to get up in other people’s rules (e.g. word count, writing habits). Good authors find habits that work for them and their lives. I write slowly, and have to sneak my writing into those moments in between the rest of my life. I can’t do 1,000 words a day, but I do write every day for half an hour in the wee hours of the morning before the household wakes up and the sun rises. That’s what works for me.
Where can we find you on social media? Events?
Thanks for having me.
Race to Redemption Blurb
A woman who lost everything.
Intergalactic storm racing champion Elaina Carteret had it all – fame, wealth, men – until a horrific accident took it away. To get it back, she agrees to pose as Lainie Carter, medical transport pilot and corporate spy. Her risk-taking attitude infuriates Dr. Erik Johansen, who runs the outpost with an iron hand, a permanent scowl and the tightest bod on the planet.
A man desperate for redemption.
Unable to forgive himself for a past tragedy, Erik works himself into an early grave. He has no patience for the insubordinate Lainie Carter, who can’t take an order, disrupts routine and flames his body to ash.
A planet at risk.
When the outpost is attached, they’re thrown together in a race across the desert to stop a deadly biogenetic weapon As a fragile trust blossoms between two damaged hearts, their pasts resurface and threaten their growing bond.
Be warned: anal sex, bondage, menage sex, gender neutral characters.
Thank you so much for having me on your blog. Iâm very excited to share Explosive Desire with your readers. Although it is book four in my Love With a Price series, all of my books are written so they can be enjoyed as stand-alone novels, so even if you havenât read the previous books, donât let that deter you. Luke Price is my hottest hero yet, and this is the first book in my Love With a Price series that is a suspense!
Love With a Price, Book 4
By: N.J. Young
Genre: M/F Contemporary, Suspense, Erotic Romance, Rubenesque, BDSM
Release Date: November 3, 2016
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer
A stalker has set his sights on Harper and will stop at nothing to make her hisâ¦
Finding love is the last thing on Luke Priceâs mind as he leads his construction crew to complete the new wing of Oakville Hospital. But he canât deny his feelings when Dr. Harper Love walks into his life. Lacking the sociability of his younger siblings, Luke doesnât think a woman like Harper would ever want an introvert like him. But he puts his skepticism on hold when he discovers that Harper has become the victim of a stalker. Above all else, Luke vows to protect the woman he cares about.
When Dr. Harper Love moves to Oakville, she doesnât expect to find a network of new friends, a man who captures her heart, and certainly not a stalker who watches her every move. When she begins receiving menacing notes at the hospital where she works, it soon becomes clear that the threats are no prank. Harper finds herself turning to Luke Price, and his protective instincts go on high alert. Will his heart be able to stand losing Harper? Or can he figure out who the stalker is and keep the woman he loves safe?
About N.J. Young
I'm a Midwestern girl and a lover of coffee, live music, and horror movies, not necessarily in that order.
I've been writing all my life, and I honestly can't remember a time when I wanted to do anything but write. After many years spent suffering the trials of corporate America and writing about everything from financial risk management to software user manuals to website copy about radiators (sadly, I'm not kidding), I decided take the plunge and start writing books.
I love a good love story with super hot alpha males, strong heroines, a little humor, and a lot of suspense. Sprinkle in some sexual fantasies and a few BDSM aspects, and Boom! These are only a few of the themes you'll find in my books.
When I'm not writing, I'm probably at Starbucks, or fighting evil with the help of my husband, two children, and our houseful of animals.
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Explosive Desire (Love With a Price, #4) Excerpt
âLook at me.â When she didnât respond, he deepened his voice. âHarper, look at me. Now.â
She turned her head to look at him with weary blue eyes. Fuck, he hated that she looked so broken. He wanted to fix her. Or at least make her forget all the pain and potential danger right outside the door.
He opened his mouth to speak, but she stopped him with a shake of her head. âPlease donât. Donât say itâs going to be okay. Donât tell me thereâs nothing to worry about, and theyâre going to catch this guy.â She took a shaky breath. âI know everyone at your momâs was just trying to help, trying to make me feel better.â Her fingers absently played along his. âI just donât want you to lie to me.â She looked down at their hands.
Her words nearly broke him. He raised a hand to her cheek and brushed aside her blonde curls to cup her face and tilt it up to him. âIâll never lie to you, Harper. Not ever. I canât even imagine how violated you must be feeling right now. What this psycho is doing to you makes me sick to my stomach. But I can make you one promise. I will not let anything happen to you, do you understand me? Iâll die before I ever let anyone hurt you.â
Her eyes filled, and she tried to look away, but he held her face steady. âNo. Look at me.â She raised her eyes again, and a tear spilled over. Luke gently wiped it away with his thumb then leaned in to press his lips against her forehead. He pulled back to look into her face. âYou donât have to be afraid, Pretty, not of me.â He brushed away another tear and stroked the back of his knuckles along her jaw. âIâm the man you can trust. Iâm the man you can depend on. And Iâm not going anywhere.â
âLukeâ¦â She said his name on a whisper as the pad of his thumb stroked gently over her bottom lip. Tentatively, her tongue snaked out to lick his thumb. He stilled as her soft wetness played over the tip of his thumb. Harper searched his face as if she were waiting to see if he would pull away. When he didnât, she sucked his thumb into her mouth.
Heat flared through Luke, and his arousal ratcheted up to eleven.
Get it together, Price. Sheâs vulnerable. You canât take advantage of her.
âHarperâ¦â He should tell her this wasnât a good idea. When he made love to her, he wanted it to be because she needed him as much as he needed her, not because she was using him as a distraction. But when she raised her face to his and leaned in, he couldnât deny her, couldnât deny himself.
The second their lips met, all semblance of reasoning slipped away. The only thing in his head was her.
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Stepping into the main living area was stepping into a movie set. The place was a mix of quaint mountain cabin meets modern minimalist man-cave. This was not the Ford I knew. But I guess I didn’t know him that well.
“I’m going to make us something to drink. Something with chocolate. That always makes women happy,” he half-mumbled to himself as he headed towards the open-plan kitchen. “Have a look around and I’ll be right with you.”
The large dark leather sectional couches faced a television that could pass as a movie screen. Ford obviously liked hanging out. As far as I knew, he wasn’t social though. I pictured him sitting alone on one of his huge, comfy looking couches, watching a movie. Alone. And it made me sad. Although who was I to judge? My one and only friend, Katy, have left for Paris and most of my weekends were now spent working on my business plan and watching The West Wing.
Moving on, I spied a pair of French doors leading off from the living room out onto an enormous deck. The sound of Ford making hot cocoa filtered my way and I thought about offering to help. After making coffee for other people all day, the last thing I wanted to do was make another hot beverage, and anyway, the deck was calling me. Unlocking the doors, I walked out onto what was basically a deck the size of the house. It extended into the woods and he hadn’t cut the trees down near the back, making it feel enclosed, the dark woods looming up around me. It should have been creepy and daunting. But the overall impression was the opposite. Somehow it felt cozy and secluded. A couple of deck chairs were laid out near the end furthest away from the house.
Sitting down, I closed my eyes and just took a moment to myself. The Serena drama, missing Katy, not exactly loving the whole abstinence thing but knowing it was good for me, my connection with Ford I knew would only ever just be a friendship, what I was going to do with my life now. My thoughts buzzed in my head and I concentrated on pushing them out one by one and just listening to the natural noises around me. The sounds of the woods took over slowly—an owl or two, the rustle of the leaves as a soft wind fluttered through the branches. This is what I need.
Peace and quiet.
“Pretty peaceful, isn’t it?”
I yelped in surprise. So lost on my moment of calm, I hadn’t even heard Ford approaching. Balanced on one hand, Ford held a tray with our two cups of something chocolaty and in the other, his laptop.
I reached up and took the tray, placing it on the small table between the chairs. “I was just thinking that. This place is amazing. I’d live out on this deck, if I had this place.” He smiled in appreciation. “You won’t be saying that in about twenty minutes. I ran out of candles and the mosquitos can get vicious. But we’ve got enough time before the little vampires descend and I thought you could show me your proposal.”
Sitting down sideways on my chair, he propped his laptop on my knees. “I kind of assumed you had it stored in a cloud or your email, so just log in and get it.” I bit my lip, acutely aware of Ford’s gaze. For some reason showing Ford my business plan felt more intimidating than showing the bank. He nudged my shoulder and I bent over and logged in to my email. Once I’d opened the document, I slid it over onto his lap and waited. His eyes flitted across the page as he quickly scrolled through it.
Sitting this close to him, I decided to focus on anything but the fact Ford, an heir to one of the country’s most successful businesses, was probably laughing inside at my pathetic attempt to start my own little enterprise. Instead, I decided to focus on the fact our bodies were touching.
Sitting side by side, we were making contact essentially from our shoulders, all the way down our torsos, thighs, and then knees. Every moment, breath, sigh, fidget he made, I felt. There was something about Ford, the way he was so contained and in control, made me think underneath all that was an animal, waiting to get out. A caveman he needed to keep leashed in order to pass as a civilized man. Sure, his job wasn’t particularly masculine—selling coffee, but Ford was all man. I sometimes caught him looking at me when we worked together, his face dark and almost angry.
The first few times I thought it was because I messed up an order or dropped a bag of freshly ground beans, but then I realized it was something else. I didn’t know what it was though. At first I hoped it was lust or even longing. But he never made a move. Not once. A long time ago, a few months into working with him, I’d tried to flirt and let him know I’d be up for something but he never made his move. I’d dropped any fantasy I had of being with a man like Ford. I still caught him looking but that didn’t mean much. Maybe he just liked to look. Lots of guys looked but never touched.
But sitting here, so close, I let myself wonder if perhaps I’d given up a bit too quick with Ford. I mean, he didn’t need to invite me to his house, did he? He could have patted me on the back and sent me on my way with a sympathetic smile and it would have been just as I expected. I struggled to read him, really read him and it made applying my little rules of life virtually useless.
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Alexa Sinclaire writes erotic romance: the hotter the better. Originally from the East Coast, she now lives in England with her very own Alpha male British husband.