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Friday, May 30, 2014

Book Blast, Giveaway & Interview: Shunned No More by @CMcKnightWriter

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A Lady Forsaken

Book 1

Christina McKnight

Genre: Historical Romance, Regency

Publisher: La Loma Elite Publishing

Date of Publication: May 30, 2014

ISBN: 9780988261723

Number of pages: 300 Approximate

Word Count: 75,000 Approximate

Cover Artist: LFD Designs for Authors

Book Description:

A Lady Shunned by All…

Lady Viola Oberbrook only wanted to forget the ill-fated early morning duel that took the lives of two young, wealthy, promising men of the ton and sent her fleeing for her father’s country estate. Eight years later, she has her life in order: a fulfilling business, a few trusted friends, and no plans to return to London society. What she doesn’t expect is to come face to face with her past.

A Lord Betrayed by One…

Brock Spencer, Earl of Haversham, only wants vengeance. Recently returned from his military service to the King, his plans include repairing his family estate, finding a bride, and destroying the girl responsible for the untimely death of his twin brothers. What he doesn’t anticipate is falling in love with the only woman who should never be part of his future.

An Impossible Match, Destined to Be…

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  Character Interview

Character Name: Lord Haversham, Brock Spencer

Character Bio: 6’-2”, Brown eyes with dark hair. Age 32.

Brock returns from the horrors of the battlefield to nothing--an empty estate without family to surround him or horses to amuse him.  As the oldest brother, he feels responsible as well--if he'd been there it would've been different. If he'd been a better brother, the twins would never have made the terrible decision they did.

But he's a hero and saved countless lives during the war, and it's so much easier to blame the woman who had been there and who had goaded his brothers into that bad decision.



Describe yourself. What is your worst and best quality?

Can they be the same thing? My need for justice is both my best and worst quality, or so my best friend, Harold, likes to point out.

What is the one thing you wish other people knew about you?

My family and lineage mean everything to me.

What are you most afraid of?

An eternity alone; no wife, no children, and an empty estate.

What do you want more than anything?

Retribution. And I will have it!

What is your relationship status?

I found it hard to maintain relationships while I was serving the King. I will say I am available, for the time being.

How would you describe your sense of fashion?

Fashion? I don the clothes my valet deems appropriate.

How much of a rebel are you?

I am no more the rebel than you, I suppose. I do what suits myself, whether others agree or not.

What do you considered to be your greatest achievement?

I have not attained what I want future generations of Havershams to honor me for.

What is it that you, most dislike?

Disloyalty. Your allegiance to something or someone is all you will be known for after you are gone.

What is your greatest regret?

Abandoning my father and brothers when they needed me most.

What is the quality you most like in a man? What is the quality you most like in a woman?

Man…woman…they are not both people and therefore the same, correct? Honesty. Sometimes all a person has to offer is their word, and if they fail to live up to their word, what is left? A dishonorable person without quality.



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About The Author 



Christina McKnight is a book lover turned writer. From a young age, her mother encouraged her to tell her own stories. She’s been writing ever since. Currently, she focuses on Historical Romance, Urban Fantasy, and Paranormal Romance.

Christina enjoys a quiet life in Northern California with her family, her wine, and lots of coffee. Oh, and her books…don’t forget her books! Most days she can be found writing, reading, or traveling the great state of California.




Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Book Blast, Giveaway & Interview: Dancing with a Dead Horse by @sammyig

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Danielle DeVor

Genre: YA Thriller

Publisher: Eirelander Publishing

Date of Publication: April 30, 2014

Word Count: 65,104

Cover Artist: Buffi BeCraft

Book Description:

Sometimes lullabies aren’t soothing; they’re deadly.

Sixteen-year-old, Jason Miller, wants three things: to become a professional Mixed Martial Arts fighter, graduate from high school, and avoid his mother’s ballet classes.

When he finds the body of the most popular girl in school, he has a major freak-out session, and then calls 911. But if finding a body wasn’t bad enough, when a horse doll made of human skin and hair is found in his locker, the entire town accuses Jason of the murder.

As the body count rises, so does the hostility. Jason is left with a choice: To run and hide or to clear his name and find out why the killer is targeting him before it’s too late.

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Living in a small town is like living in a bubble. Everything seems to go the way it has for eons, until something comes along and POP! The bubble bursts. That’s when mass panic sets in.

The panic doesn’t come immediately. Usually, it takes some loser redneck with a chip on his shoulder to say something like, “Kyle Crabtree has always been weird. Weird ain’t good.” And the next thing you know it all goes to hell and poor Kyle has a mob surrounding his house demanding justice. Unfortunately, Kyle has no idea what’s going on. Then, they drag him out of his house. If Kyle is lucky, they don’t beat him to death.

Thank God, I’m not Kyle.

My name is Jason Miller and I almost died today. Believe me, it sucked. All I wanted was a normal life, instead, I ended up with a giant mess.

But, today wasn’t the beginning. It all started about six weeks ago…


“Jason,” Mom said. We were in the kitchen. She had done a lot of work to it over the years. The formerly green metal cabinets were replaced with white wooden ones, and the sink was made of some type of soapstone. She’d spent hours trying to decide on the right colors, the right design, but I never really paid much attention. Kitchens just weren’t my thing. Not that I really paid much attention to the rest of the house either, but that was beside the point. I looked up from my cereal. She was wearing her do-what-I-say-mister-or-you’ll-be-sorry look. Her brown hair was pulled back into this severe bun. It was so tight that it seemed to stretch her eyebrows up towards the top of her skull. People said I looked like her. I guess it was the brown hair and blue eyes. Who knew what I’d done this time. Mom was kind of obsessive compulsive.

“Yeah?” I asked. I fought not to roll my eyes. I didn’t feel like dealing with her weirdness this morning.

She put her hands on her hips, not that she really had any. She’d once been a famous ballet dancer for the Kirov Ballet, but then she’d met Dad while trying to find some obscure Chinese restaurant in New York when the company was on tour, and the rest was kind of history.

“You left towel on the floor again,” she said. It was interesting. Mom had lived in the States all these years and her Russian accent was still as strong as ever. I guess the “homeland” never left her. Not really.

But, shit. The way she acted, you’d think I just shot the dog—not that we had a dog, but whatever. I’d hit on her worst fear. She was a germaphobe of the highest order;at least that’s how it seemed to me. I didn’t mind it though.

The thing you have to know about Mom is that she has these fears because she lived through Soviet Russia. When she was a kid, she lived in an apartment with carpets on the walls to try to keep out the drafts. Everything was saved to be reused, even aluminum foil. So now, when she has something, it all has to be perfect, so it can stay good for many years. Somehow the American disposable society and her ideals still work. That is- if you can keep her from having a conniption fit when the TV breaks. Her culture was set on making things last because they didn’t have a choice. I think she resented that Americans didn’t pay much attention to things like that anymore.

Her head was probably running rampant with images of mildew snaking its way up the walls of my bathroom like some kind of space monster. And honestly, my bathroom wasn’t that bad. It was one towel for crying out loud. I mean, a little soap on the sink wasn’t that big of a deal and I’d cleaned up that part of it this time. Plus, Mom had a cleaning lady come in once a week. The place wasn’t going to turn into mold central that quick.

“Sorry, Mom. It must have fallen.” I gave her what I thought was a I’m-just-your-little-boy smile. Hell, even I had to admit, coming out of my mouth it sounded fake and hokey, but you can’t blame me for trying. Playing innocent was the only way I knew to get by Mom. But, she was getting better and better at ignoring my charm. At least I hoped it was charm.

She huffed and gave me the look. Apparently, my charm was not working this morning. “Don’t you lie to me, Jason Nicholas Miller, or I’ll make you take advanced class this afternoon.”

Oh, God, anything but that. Dealing with her reaming me out for not hanging up my towel was one thing, taking one of her classes was another. “I’m sorry,” I said. And I meant it. I did not want to spend the afternoon in tights and having sweat stick to my balls like glue. The itching would be bad enough, but the “unclean” feeling would drive me crazy.

Last thing I wanted to do was take ballet classes again. Mom owned her own studio here in town. Town was Orinth, Ohio. It wasn’t a bad place if you still liked picket fences and lots of gardens. Orinth was known for its yearly garden show. We never participated.

I felt the look of disgust creeping onto my face and I forced my facial muscles to relax and remain neutral. I needed to be strong. If I caved now, I would be so screwed. Besides, I didn’t need the “ballet dancers are manly” talk again.

  Character Interview


Character Name: Jason Miller

Character Bio: Jason’s dream is to become a Mixed Martial Arts fighter. He’s sixteen years old and still trying to figure things out. His biggest problem? His mother wants him to be a professional ballet dancer. He spends most of his time trying to avoid going to his mother’s classes.



Describe yourself what is your worst and vest quality?

 My worst quality is probably that I tend to bottle things up that bother me until they explode. My best? I am very loyal.

What is the one thing you wish other people knew about you?

That I’m actually a pretty normal guy.

What is your biggest secret something no one knows about?

Sometimes, I don’t mind taking Mom’s classes, but don’t tell her that.

What are you most afraid of?

Meeting another serial killer

What do you want more than anything?

To be a professional MMA fighter

What is your relationship status?


How would you describe your sense of fashion?

I dunno. American boy I guess.

How much of a rebel are you?

My dad is a motorcycle guy, so I was kind of raised to be outside the box.

What do you considered to be your greatest achievement?

Surviving the past year. Sad, but true.

What is your idea of happiness?

Being somewhere with a few people I care about and relaxing.

What is your current state of mind?

Mildly depressed.

What is your most treasured possession?

My first pair of MMA gloves.

What is your most marked characteristic?

I tend to shred my clothes when I get nervous.

What is it that you, most dislike?

Being judged by people who have no idea what they are talking about.

Which living person do you, most despise?

Garret Keller

What is your greatest regret?

Not being able to save Shubangi

What is the quality you most like in a man?

Being honest

What is the quality you most like in a woman?

Being someone who I can count on

Who is your favorite hero in fiction?

Harry Dresden

Which living person do you most admire?

 Eddie Alvarez- He’s one of the most awesome fighters ever.

If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?

I wish I was stronger- both physically and mentally

What is your motto?

Get over it.



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  About The Author


Danielle DeVor spent her early years fantasizing about vampires and watching “Salem’s Lot” way too many times. After living briefly in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, she moved back to her hometown to write. When not writing and reading about weird things, you will find her hanging out at the nearest coffee shop, enjoying a mocha frappuccino.

Twitter: @sammyig




New Release!! Crane by @Rourkewrites


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Title: Crane
Series: Legends Saga Book 1
Author: Stacey Rourke
Genre: NA paranormal 
Audience: Older teens and up 
Formats: eBook and print 
Publisher: Anchor Group Publishing 
Cover By: Najla Qamber Designs 
Editor: There for You Editing 
Date Published: May 26, 2014


The Horseman is unending,
his presence shan’t lessen.
If you break the curse,
you become the legend.
Washington Irving and Rip Van Winkle had no choice but to cover up the deadly truth behind Ichabod Crane’s disappearance. Centuries later, a Crane returns to Sleepy Hollow awakening macabre secrets once believed to be buried deep.
What if the monster that spawned the legend lived within you?
Now, Ireland Crane, reeling from a break-up and seeking a fresh start, must rely on the newly awakened Rip Van Winkle to discover the key to channeling the darkness swirling within her. Bodies are piling high and Ireland is the only one that can save Sleepy Hollow by embracing her own damning curse.
But is anyone truly safe when the Horseman rides?

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authorgifThe Gryphon Series is written by Stacey Rourke. She lives in Michigan with her husband, two beautiful daughters, and two giant, drooly dogs. Stacey loves to travel, has an unhealthy shoe addiction and considers herself blessed to make a career out of talking to the imaginary people that live in her head. She is currently hard at work on the continuations of this series as well as other literary projects. The Gryphon Series is available wherever fine books are sold.

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Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Book Blast, Giveaway & Interview: Breaking the Bond by Patricia Proctor

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The Witches of Spring Hill

Book 2

Patricia Proctor

Genre: YA Paranormal Fiction

Date of Publication: June 2013

ISBN: 1490577068


Number of pages: 291

Word Count: 90,655

Book Description:

Follow the lives of two sets of fraternal triplets, Rowan, Chloe, and Kaiden Alexander and Xavier, Cian, and Brianna Silvan as they spend the summer immersed in witchcraft in the second book of the Witches of Spring Hill series.

Now that the Alexanders and Silvans have seen what they are capable of together, they believe that they are prepared for anything. But when a sexy stranger shows up at a party, Rowan is the first to suspect that there is more to this girl than meets the eye. With her newfound abilities, Rowan hopes to uncover the mystery of the new girl, while protecting Chloe and Cian from whatever… or whoever is breaking their bond. And although Kaiden can tell there’s something going on with his sisters, he’s having a hard time focusing on anything but Brianna Silvan.

Determined to unlock the secrets of their past, Brianna and Cian Silvan open the books that were left to them. In doing so, they raise more questions than answers and open themselves up to more than just their history. In searching for the missing third book, they encounter someone who has a vested interest in them and their books. Liam Alexander remains focused on protecting his family, but between dealing with two break-ins and coping with Rowan’s new abilities, he is forced to put his trust in Xavier… until one of them breaks their agreement.

The Silvans and the Alexanders must join together again, this time to stop the forces that threaten to separate them for good. But they won’t have to do it alone… they’ll get help from someone whose arrival in town will change all of their lives forever. Bonds will be broken, new relationships will begin, and new abilities will manifest, making this a summer no one will ever forget.



Rowan comes back to the present and quickly pulls her hand away, eyeing the new girl, who smiles wickedly at her. She looks at her friends to see if they noticed anything, but they are absorbed in a conversation and unaware of Rowan and Amber’s interaction. Thankfully, whatever just happened between them was obviously not big enough to garner attention. Rowan wonders if Amber even knows what happened or if she just thinks she won the social competition between them, which is a total laugh, Rowan thinks to herself.

Rowan glares at the new girl, looks her up and down one more time and walks away. She searches the crowd for Chloe and Cian and finds them standing close together, whispering to one another. She makes her way over to them and is not at all surprised when they don’t even notice her. She clears her throat and they separate just enough to let her into their space.

“Hey, Rowan,” Chloe says, smiling when she sees her sister. The smile quickly fades when she sees the look on her sister’s face.

“I need to ask you guys about what happens when you have a vision, because I think another one of my abilities just manifested.”

Cian and Chloe pull Rowan away from the crowd and over to the dark side of the house. “What happened, Rowan? Did you just have a vision?” Chloe asks.

“I was just talking to the new girl – have you been lucky enough to meet that one?” Rowan asks, rolling her eyes. When both Cian and Chloe shake their heads, Rowan continues, describing what happened. “As soon as I touched her hand, I went into the vision. And it just so happened to be a vision of the night we killed Selene,” Rowan finishes in an angry whisper.

“Whoa, Rowan! Our visions don’t work that way. Our visions take us into the future, never into the past,” Cian says, looking to Chloe who nods her head in agreement.

“Well, this is just great!” Rowan exclaims, exasperated. “I wonder what the hell this means.”

“What what means?” Xavier asks, stepping around the corner, startling Chloe, Cian, and Rowan.

“God! You scared the shit out of us, Xavier!” Rowan says, breathless. “Couldn’t you have at least warned us you were there? And stop lurking, already, and get over here.”

“And where would be the fun in that?” Xavier replies, stepping out from the dark corner. He can’t help but think about how much he loves how quick Rowan is to anger. He’d much rather see this temper and attitude on her than see the sad girl who felt left out when everyone else’s abilities were manifesting and hers weren’t. This Rowan is strong, confident, and sexy as hell.

“You won’t love my attitude when I start swinging, Jet,” Rowan replies, returning to the nickname she gave to him the day they met. When he first moved to town, he started calling her ‘Red’ because of her auburn hair. She immediately nixed it, but he didn’t seem to mind that she never dropped her nickname of ‘Jet’ for him, referring to his black hair and black eyes.

“Rowan? You just responded to my thought… when did that ability manifest?” Xavier asks, clearly surprised and wary about how much she “heard.”

“Strong, confident, and sexy as hell,” Rowan whispers in his ear, nipping at his earlobe.

“Enough, you guys,” Cian interrupts, knowing that Rowan is only playing games with Xavier while Xavier’s feelings are genuine. “So… two new abilities manifested tonight? Is that right?” Cian asks Rowan.

Rowan nods her head and looks around at the confusion on everyone’s faces. “Maybe it’s just because we’ve all been spending so much time together?” she asks hopefully.

Chloe looks at her sister skeptically, “Why would two of your abilities manifest so suddenly?”

“Maybe it’s the new girl,” Rowan answers, only half joking.

“What new girl?” Xavier asks, realizing he missed more of the conversation than he thought.

“The tall, curvy blond… Amber. She said she’s new to Spring Hill,” Rowan says, looking around the corner at the party going on in the front yard. She immediately spots her friends, but doesn’t see the blond anywhere. “That’s weird. She’s been with my friends all night, but now I don’t see her anywhere.”

Cian, Chloe, and Xavier look out, scanning the crowd for an unfamiliar face. After a moment, they all agree that everyone at the party is someone they recognize.

“Just be careful, Rowan,” Chloe warns. “Something doesn’t feel right about this. I don’t know what it is, but we can’t deny that you slipped into the vision after shaking that girl’s hand. Maybe it’s a coincidence, but just be cautious around her until we know more about her.”

“Let’s go back and look around,” Cian suggests. “Maybe she’s in the house or in the side yard.” Although he agrees that something isn’t right about what happened, he feels adrenaline coursing through his veins. He can’t deny that he is excited about meeting the new girl.

Rowan looks over at Cian and realizes he doesn’t know that she just heard his thoughts and felt his excitement about meeting Amber. Rowan looks at Chloe, who is oblivious to it all and is making her way around to the front yard where the party is in full swing. Rowan shakes her head at Cian’s back and swears that if he hurts her sister, he will pay.

  Character Interview



Character Name: Xavier Silvan


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Describe yourself:

I’m 5’11” and have an athletic build. I have black hair and dark brown eyes, so dark they look almost black. I’m a fraternal triplet with my brother, Cian and my sister, Brianna, and as far as I know we have no other living relatives. About five years ago, unique abilities began developing and I learned that I am a witch. Just a year ago, I learned I have a strong tie to black magic and have to be cautious about practicing.

What is your best and worst quality?

My best quality is my strength, both mental and physical— I can handle anything. My worst quality is my cynicism.

What is the one thing you wish other people knew about you?

I’m a man of integrity.

What is your biggest secret something no one knows about?

I’m a lot more sensitive than people know.

What are you most afraid of?

Never learning the truth about my family, especially my dad.

What do you want more than anything?


What is your relationship status?

Single, and waiting for someone to get over herself so we can be together.

How would you describe your sense of fashion?

Jeans and a t-shirt. Is that fashion?

How much of a rebel are you?

I’m definitely a rebel. I don’t conform easily and I’m not a fan of rules.

What do you consider to be your greatest achievement?

Overcoming the pull to practice black magic with my Aunt Selene.

What is your idea of happiness?

Happiness is when my favorite teams win, the end of a long run or work out, getting kissed by a beautiful girl, and eating a good burger. No really, to me happiness is contentment and knowing that I’m where I’m supposed to be right now, in this moment.

What is your current state of mind?

Somewhere between relieved, hopeful, and concerned, depending on the moment. There’s a lot going on right now...


What is your most treasured possession?

Memories and photos of my parents, since they’re all I have left of them.

What is your most marked characteristic?

My wit, though sometimes it gets me in trouble.

What is it that you most dislike?


Which living person do you most despise?

I don’t really despise her, but Kamila Goodwin isn’t my favorite person right now.

What is your greatest regret?

Allowing Selene to come between my relationship with my brother and sister. Although things are fine now, I wish I wouldn’t have trusted her so blindly. I’m not sure if things will ever be the same.

What is the quality you most like in a man?


What is the quality you most like in a woman?

Confidence. I love a woman who’s comfortable in her own skin.

Which living person do you most admire?

If my dad were still alive, I’d choose him. Other than him, I admire people who overcome difficult odds or challenges to make something of themselves.

If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?

My tie to black magic... sometimes I worry that I could hurt others if I lean too far over the precipice to the dark side.

What is your motto?

Trust your own compass.




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  About The Author


Patricia Proctor lives in Seattle, Washington with her husband and cats. She has a Master's degree in Library and Information Science and has had a love of books and reading her whole life.

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New Release!! Marking Him by Elena M Reyes


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MH2 (1)Synopsis

The day Maya Owens walked into his tattoo shop, everything Talan knew changed.

After officially starting a relationship, he is now having trouble managing Maya—a woman who consumes every part of his being and owns his heart. His need to control her and everything around her drives Maya insane, but he has good reason. After all, Janice is still lurking around and she has a vendetta against his Bitty.
In no time Talan wants more, and it’s faster than Maya can handle; things begin to get complicated.

Months of frustration and want take them for a ride neither wanted, but now yearn for. Will they make it through the turbulence? And if so, at what cost?

Genre: Contemporary Romance/Erotica

Expected Publication Date: May 27, 2014






“What are we doing here?” Maya asked when we pulled up to my shop.

This date was about remembering our first meeting, for her to see how I truly felt.

Taking her face in my hands, I caressed her cheek with the tip of my fingers and leaned forward to ghost my lips over hers.

“Where did we meet, Maya?” I asked, then waited for her reaction. She didn’t disappoint.

A small smile overtook her face. “Here.”

“So where else would I want our first date to be?”

Maya giggled, confusing me. “This isn’t our first date, Talan.”

“No? Are you sure?” She nodded, still laughing at my confused state. “I don’t remember taking you—”

“Shush,” Maya placed her finger over my lips, “our first date happened right here a few months back. The same night we discussed your tattoos.”

“But you said . . .” I trailed off; this having a woman shit was confusing.

“I know what I said, Talan.” She sounded exasperated and all traces of humor left her features. “I asked to date, to make us official.”

“Why didn’t you just say so?” I grumbled while rubbing my temples.

“I did; you just heard what you wanted.” Bitty raised an eyebrow at me. “Now, feed me.”

“You drive me insane.” If I didn’t care for this woman, I would strangle her.

My words were met with another raised brow and a saucy smirk. “Then I’m doing something right.”

I laughed at her reply. What could I say to argue that logic? She had every right to act cocky at the moment. Bitty had me by the balls and knew it.

“Stay.” Turning off the engine of my truck, I unbuckled my seatbelt and got out of the car. Maya stayed inside, waiting on me. “Ready?”

She nodded.

I unbuckled her seatbelt, grabbed her by the waist, and helped her down. Her small frame slithered down my body, rubbing against my hardened cock.

“For you? Since we met.”

“Behave.” My warning was met with defiance.

Maya’s hands grabbed onto the front of my pants. She pulled me forward; my erect shaft nestled between our bodies, pushing against her stomach. “Feed me.”

“Hungry?” I grunted when her right hand dipped inside my waistband.

“Commando?” She moaned, ignoring my question. Maya ran the tip of her fingers around the slit, rubbing the liquid there over my swollen head. I shivered while watching, mesmerized, as she brought the glistening digits toward her lips and sucked.

“Maya, please. Let’s go eat. You have to be starving.”

“I am,” she whimpered, as my flavor danced over her tongue. Maya winked at me then shimmied once more against me. The head of my cock—now purple and swollen—peeked out from the waistband, searching for her touch.

“Quit fucking around, Bitty.” Growling under my breath, I tucked my dick back into my pants, much to her disappointment. It’d been torture not taking her, but it was getting worse than before. We were both so close to that moment and we knew it. “I ordered in.”

“Warned you; I’m hungry.” She ignored my statement and instead pulled me down to her level. Her eyes shone with emotion, deep and as pure as she was. “Don’t care about food.” Maya bit my lip, hard. “Feed me.”

“Fuck.” She killed my will, my need to show her I wanted more from her than just the sweet pussy between her thighs.

“First, food, and then for dessert, I’ll give you my cock,” I whispered—more a plea than a bargain—against her lips. She bit down once more and backed away, leaving my lip bruised and tingling.

“Tempting.” Bitty stepped back. “Convince me.”

“Okay.” I took a step forward and backed her into my truck, my fingers tangling in her hair. She opened her mouth to speak, but my finger over those succulent lips silenced her. “Quiet.”

Maya whined against my hold. My hips kept her in place, taunting her, I ground my hardened length against her.

“We’re going to enter my shop and enjoy all the hard work I’ve put into this date. Nod if you understand.” She did. “I want to enjoy you.” Bitty moaned at this, and swiveled her hips into me. “Feed you. Don’t take that away from me.” At those last words, a soft expression overtook her face and she stilled in my arms.

She sighed. “You win.”

“What was that?” I asked needing to hear her say it again.

“You win.” Maya smiled and pushed me back with a gentle shove. “I want it all. You, me, and this date . . . the small talk and flirting. Maybe even another orgasm at the end of the night?” She was too cute when showing her neediness.

“No more harassing me?” I gave her a playful smile.

“For now.” She winked then pushed me toward the front doors of my shop.

“Stop.” I turned to face her. Maya’s look was confused, but her confusion turned into that burning need I loved when she realized what I’d pulled from my pockets. “Turn around,” I demanded and she complied.

She did. No questions, just obedience. I could get used to that.

“I’m going to cover your eyes.” My words were met with a needy whimper. Maya pressed her body closer to mine. The heat coming off her skin seared me.

“How do you expect me to behave if—”

“Quiet. Not a word,” I whispered into her ear and laid a small kiss on her neck. “Just enjoy.” The small blindfold I’d pulled from my pocket dangled from my finger. Her eyes followed its movement.

I wanted her to see the words etched onto the silk fabric, the ones I’d chosen just for her: Marked.

It said everything I felt. Every one of my pores, every cell in my body wore her stamp—her mark. Now, she would wear mine.


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About the Author

1503539_601803483236538_370633924_nElena M. Reyes was born and raised in Miami Florida. She is the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she would. As a small child, she was always intrigued with all forms of art—whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E. Program and write an essay on what they’d learned. Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure. It wasn't until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and letting her characters grow.

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