Kane leads a double life. By day, he pumps iron, running a fitness center, where jocks and Cougar flock for the burn and the ‘tude. By night, it’s something else entirely that gets pumped, as Kane swaps sweats for Armani to cater to an exclusive clientele, willing to pay well to indulge their special interests and tastes. His double life isn’t a problem until his conniving ex tightens the financial screws.

Finding and retaining suitable companions for his after-dark clients isn’t easy. David Black’s pole dancing performance at a friend’s club hints that he might hit all the bullet points on Kane’s list of requirements, in a way that could mean something other than “just business.”

David is out of work and out of options, so when he’s offered the choice of starvation or performing both on and off the stage, it’s a no-brainer. Kane’s offer of a position with the escort service is as attractive as the man himself, and David agrees to a trial period involving certain conditions. He quickly finds that he’s out of his depth.

Confronted with unanticipated roadblocks, one thing is clear… neither man is taking no for an answer.

Sequestered at a beach house in the Hamptons, charged with keeping Lovett Junior occupied while his law firm does damage control over Junior’s peccadillos, Mike and Sean are dancing around their attraction for each other. Mike suggests a run – that’s the stick, but there’s a carrot involved also.

He sank to his knees, still blowing hard. By my guesstimate, we’d gone two miles and change. Ten was usually a warmup for me, but then I was fit, Sean wasn’t. At least not for that.

I needed to look at the bigger picture: Sean naked, on my bed, his cock at full salute, a come hither expression on his face, eyes at half mast, touching himself, fondling his balls, a finger nudging the gully, thighs inching apart…

Sean blew that fantasy clear out of the sky, dumping me into a brand new one with, “I’ll give you the best blow job of your life if you stop and let me die right here.”

“Tempting.But one question. Is that before or after?”

“Wha—?” He grimaced and ducked his head, his shoulders shaking.

I offered a hand to pull him up, but he surprised me and yanked hard enough I got caught off balance and sank to my knees in front of him. Now we were both sucking air, our chests heaving, and it had nothing to do with exertion, not that kind.

Behind me the sky was lightening enough it reflected in the deep brown pools that were his eyes, the irises wide and soft and so sexy I leaned in for a closer look, hungering for a taste of his mouth and skin salty slick with sweat and sea air.

He had my wrist, pinching down hard, his thumb rubbing along the underside … not rubbing, shoving, shoving the blood back, back toward my cock, and it hurt in a way that I never wanted it to stop. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, off him digging into the skin, thin now under the assault of a blunt nail. It was angry, harsh how he did it, so harsh I at first didn’t feel the touch, a caress on my cheek, following the line to my jaw and tilting my head.

I wanted to look down, I wanted to see how much pain and pleasure he could control, but that feather touch drained me of everything but wanting him, right there, right on that beach with the grey shadows retreating toward the dunes, exposing us, exposing me to his power.

Oblivious to everything but the craving for his taste, I surrendered as he took my mouth, tracing it with his tongue, probing. My hand hung helpless, useless, in a vise grip that numbed sensation and replaced it with such intense focus on my cock and my mouth, there was nothing left but him sweeping inside, crushing and bruising as he invaded my senses.

The first sharp nip released an intense flood of copper-iron. Sean swished it away, then assaulted the bruise with another and another until he withdrew, leaving me passive, struggling for air.

I murmured, “Sean?”

He stood. I couldn’t. Not yet.

Whispering, “We have company,” Sean nodded in the direction of the dunes behind us.

Holding out a hand, he helped me up. We locked gazes, his almost a challenge. Then with a rueful grin, he said, “I have sand in my shorts.”

I looked down, leering. “Looks like a sand dune to me. You might want to do something about that.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“A contest.”

I was going to make him pay in spades for turning me into a quivering blob of jelly, right there in the open, lancing my heart with that fucking display of dominance. Reaching over to hook a forefinger in the waistband of his bathing suit, I tugged him closer and laid out the terms, keeping them clean and simple.

“First one back gets to top.”

He growled, “Bite me,” and took off like a shot, with me a few steps behind.

Crossing boundaries, taking no prisoners. Write what’s in your soul.

It’s the bass beat, the heartbeat, the lyrics rude and true.

Nya Rawlyns is the pseudonym of a writer who cut her teeth on sports-themed romantic comedy and historical romances before finding her true calling in the wilderness areas she has visited but calls “home” in that place that counts the most: the heart. She writes M/M erotic romance because her good friends deserve to have their amazing stories told.

She has lived in the country and on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, earned more than 1000 miles in competitive trail and endurance racing, taught Political Science to unwilling freshmen, and found an avocation in materials science.

When she isn’t tending to her garden or the horses, the cats, or two pervert parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.

Website: http://loveslastrefuge.com/
Website: Romancing Words
The Men of Crow Creek: http://the-men-of-crow-creek.weebly.com/

Her published works include:

Curling Iron (A Bad Boyfriends Novella)
Pumping Iron (A Bad Boyfriends Novel)

Ash & Oak (A Crow Creek Novel)
Pulling Leather (A Crow Creek Novel)
Strapping Ash (A Crow Creek Novel)
Sorting Will (A Crow Creek Novel)
Flankman (A Crow Creek Novel)

The Wrong Side of Right
Good Boy Bad

Cajun Gothic (Blood Haven)
The Strigoi Chronicles: Penance, Fane, Michel, Dreu
Acid Jazz Singer (Hunger Hurts)

Skin
The Guardians of the Portals
Dance Macabre (short story)
Finish Line (novella)

The Christmas Toast
The Valentine Toast

The Shadow of This World
Sculpting David

Hunters Crossing

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From New York Times & USA Today bestselling author, Kendall Ryan, comes the third book in the Filthy Beautiful Lies series.

Pace Drake loves sex. He knows where get it, what to say, what to do, and he makes no apologies for satisfying his needs. But when he meets single mom, Kylie Sloan, he’s enthralled by her, and begins to question his standard operating procedure. After all, there’s no chase, no mystery when banging a woman in a nightclub bathroom. Kylie’s depth and determination make the sloppy, drunken hookups that fill his weekends seem empty and shallow. She’s the opposite of the desperate, clingy women he’s used to. She doesn’t want or need anyone to take care of her and that only makes him want to care for her more.

Kylie’s trust in men has vanished. The last guy she was with played ding-dong-ditch-it with her uterus and left her with a baby to raise. Now her infant son is the only man she has time for, even if she misses sex and intimacy more than she’d ever admit. Opening her heart up to a younger man who’s best known for no-strings-attached sex and his casual lifestyle is probably the worst idea she’s ever had. But Pace wants to prove to her there are still a few good guys left, and watching the sweet way he interacts with her baby makes her want to try…but she can really trust that his days of hitting it and quitting it are in his past?

Filthy Beautiful Lust is the third book in the Filthy Beautiful Lies series, however it can be read as a standalone novel (no cliffhanger). To understand the full growth and development of the characters, it is recommended that you begin with book 1, Filthy Beautiful Lies.

Kendall Ryan is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance novels, including Hard to Love, Unravel Me, Resisting Her and When I Break.

The wait is over. They fell in love in Melt Into You, but that was only the beginning. Now New York Times bestselling author Roni Loren dials up the passion as three lovers reinvent the meaning of togetherness and find out if love is truly enough…

Two dominant men, one beautiful woman. Jace Austin knows he doesn’t have what you’d call a conventional relationship with Evan and Andre, but it works. Boy, does it work—until Evan starts acting strangely and Andre’s ex-fiancée pops back into his life, unbalancing a perfectly happy threesome. Jace is forced to face the unthinkable: that the two people he cares most about in this world are in danger of slipping away from him.

So Jace plans a surprise getaway to a secluded mountain cabin for the three of them. And he knows exactly what he needs to do: give both his lovers a fantasy week they’ll never forget. And the possibilities for pleasure are endless. But when they get snowed in and the heat between them reaches a fever pitch, secrets come out. And Evan has one that could change all their lives forever.

Jace let his gaze slide over and drink in the view. Andre worked out regularly, keeping in shape for the police department, but it was more than the body that drew Jace’s eye. Jace had never been one to pin himself down with labels, but not until Andre had he ever seen a man as so damn fuckable. This guy had been his best friend for so long. He was his bro in every sense still, his fellow dominant. But there was so much more there now. Once Jace had acknowledged the attraction he’d been ignoring, had seen Andre’s submissive side, there’d been no turning off that desire. The guy made him hard. He made Jace want to do things he’d never craved before. And as Jace’s focus moved over that tanned skin and the trail of dark hair that disappeared beneath the band of Andre’s pants, he suddenly had a laundry list of cravings. He let his eyes close again.

“Or we could wave the white flag, miss another hour of sleep, and get ready for the day,” Jace said, not opening his eyes, a mischievous smile touching his lips.

“What do you mean?”

“Ev was right about that shower. Would be a shame to waste it. And I could use a hot one right now.” He flopped his head to the side to look over at Andre.

Andre’s smile was sardonic. “So you really were looking at porn when I came in.”

“On my computer? No. In my head? It’s always there.” He reached out and slipped his fingers into the waistband of Andre’s pants. “And right now I’m thinking you slicked up with soap and tied down to one of those benches sounds way better than sleep or a cup of coffee. You game?”

“You asking or telling?”

Jace leaned forward, letting his hand slide lower until he gripped Andre’s already half-hard cock in his hand. He gave it a squeeze, knowing the snap of discomfort would put Andre in the right state of mind. “I’m telling. Lose the pants and go get the water warm.”

Andre’s dark eyes flared in the low morning light. “Yes, sir.”

Jace moved his hand away and brushed his lips over Andre’s. “And thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being so good to both of us. You’re an incredible man, Medina.”

Andre tipped his face forward, touching his forehead to Jace’s. “And here I just thought you were letting me hang around because I was such a spectacular fuck.”

Jace grinned. “Well, there’s that, too. Prereq for hanging out with me. But seriously, I’m glad that we’re all in this together.”

Andre leaned back and gave Jace’s thigh a squeeze. “We’ve got this, bro. Whatever happens, we’ve got it.”

Jace nodded, and not for the first time, he thanked the universe for blessing him with not just one but two people who filled him up like this, who made everything feel right. He stood and cocked his head toward the hallway. “Get your ass in the shower and wait for me with a blindfold. I’ll be there in a minute.”

Andre headed that way, and Jace went in the other direction toward the bedroom. The hazy morning light was just peeking through the blinds and Evan was curled under the puffy down comforter, dark hair splayed over the pillow, arms hugging a pillow as if she were missing their presence in the bed. He stood in the doorway, watching her for a long moment, his chest swelling with emotion. He could still remember what she’d looked like when he met her as a teenager. She’d been beautiful then, too, but so lost from having lived such a rough life for a young girl. Those blue eyes had held wariness and hurt. Now she’d grown into this strong woman, this stunning creature who made him laugh, made him think, made him love. And on top of all that, she could match him on the freak scale notch for notch, which was quite a feat.

Which was why, despite the early hours, he climbed into bed behind her, curled his arms around her, and whispered, “Good morning, love. I’m about to fuck your boyfriend in the shower if you want to join us.”

She murmured softly and stirred. “Mmm, am I having that hot dream again about guys playing Drop the Soap in the communal showers?”

He huffed a quiet laugh against the curve of her neck. “Dirty girl. Sorry to wake you so early. But you said last night you wanted to watch. Or you could join in.”

She nestled into him. “Is it weird that I have a fantasy about being a fly on the wall instead of a participant?”

“Not at all. I don’t even have to tell Andre that you’re there. He’ll be blindfolded.”

She groaned. “You guys are getting really good at the wake-up call. Normally, nothing could get me out of bed this early, but you’re pushing my buttons, Jace Austin.”

He gave her neck a soft bite. “Give me five minutes, gorgeous, then you can sneak in.”

Roni wrote her first romance novel at age fifteen when she discovered writing about boys was way easier than actually talking to them. Since then, her flirting skills haven’t improved, but she likes to think her storytelling ability has. Though she’ll forever be a New Orleans girl at heart, she now lives in Dallas with her husband and son.

If she’s not working on her latest sexy story, you can find her reading, watching reality television, or indulging in her unhealthy addiction to rockstars, er, rock concerts. Yeah, that’s it. She is the National Bestselling Author of The Loving on the Edge series from Berkley Heat.

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Rage consumed her from head to toe. Fate would’ve thrown her glass against the wall if it weren’t a perfectly good waste of wine. No man was worth wasting wine over.

“You’re right, Dean. I lured you onto the beach months ago so we could have that random encounter knowing that you’d end up being my boss. Then I avoided you as much as possible while somehow making you want to pursue me. I’m here now as part of my elaborate plan that involves fucking you blind so I can record the whole thing and show my lawyers before I sue you. You caught me.”

“Fate… I’m sorry. I—”

“No. No more of this bullshit, Dean. I’m done.”

She whirled around to leave, but he grabbed her arm. Acting on instinct, she slapped him hard across the face. Her palm instantly burst into flames.

She’d slapped him even harder than she’d slapped her cheating ex-fiancé. She was angrier this time. Angrier with a man she barely knew than the one she’d dated for years. Nothing made sense. Black spots appeared on the edges of her vision.

She took advantage of his momentary shock to try and escape, but he only gripped her again, pulling her backside tight against his front.

“I said I was sorry. You’re right. It was a ridiculous accusation and I shouldn’t have voiced it out loud.” His words were moist and warm in her ear.

“Go to hell.”

“Forgive me, Fate. We don’t have enough time left for you to stay angry.”

“Fuck you.”

“How about I fuck you until you forget why you’re mad?”

A hissing sound slid through her clenched teeth. “Good luck with that. I’m not sure you’re up for it.”

Dean pressed his erection into her backside. “Oh, I’m up for it. Spread your legs.”

She contemplated denying him. Pictured herself storming upstairs and locking herself in a guest room. But dammit, the asshole owed her some orgasms. So she moved slightly, allowing him access.

“If I don’t come, you take me home. Tonight. Got it?”

Dean let out a dark chuckle. “Sweetheart, if you don’t come, I’ll change my name to Fate’s Bitch and replace the sign on my office door.”

“Deal.” Her knees weakened when he slid a finger beneath her panties.

“Fate?” He parted the swollen lips between her legs. She hadn’t even realized how aroused arguing with him had made her until he dipped into her wetness.

“Y-yes?”

“What do I get if, no, when, I make you come?”

“W-what do you want?”

His hand zeroed in on her clit, and she used all the strength she had left to remain upright. Dean continued holding her upright with the arm around her waist. She clutched the edge of the countertop for added support.

“I want to own you. I want permission to fuck you whenever, however, wherever, until we decide we’re done. Mutually. And I want exclusive rights to your body until then. That thing you said about not being exclusive? Fuck that.”

 

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Caisey Quinn lives in Birmingham, Alabama with her husband, daughter, and other assorted animals. She is the bestselling author of the Kylie Ryans series as well as several New Adult Romance novels featuring country girls finding love in unexpected places. You can find her online at www.caiseyquinnwrites.com

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STAY WITH ME is a New Adult contemporary romance being published by Avon (William Morrow), an imprint of HarperCollins, and is a part of Jennifer’s With You Saga!

From the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Wait for You and Be with Me comes a daring tale that pushes boundaries . . .

At 21, Calla hasn’t done a lot of things. She’s never been kissed, never seen the ocean, never gone to an amusement park. But growing up, she witnessed some things no child ever should. She still carries the physical and emotional scars of living with a strung-out mother, Mona—secrets she keeps from everyone, including her close circle of college friends.

But the safe cocoon Calla has carefully built is shattered when she discovers her mom has stolen her college money and run up a huge credit card debt in her name. Now, Calla has to go back to the small town she thought she’d left behind and clean up her mom’s mess again. Of course, when she arrives at her mother’s bar, Mona is nowhere to be found. Instead, six feet of hotness named Jackson James is pouring drinks and keeping the place humming.

Sexy and intense, Jaxis in Calla’s business from the moment they meet, giving her a job and helping her search for Mona. And the way he looks at her makes it clear he wants to get horizontal . . . and maybe something more. Before Calla can let him get close, though, she’s got to deal with the pain of the past—and some very bad guys out to mess her up if she doesn’t give them her mom.

STAY WITH ME TRAILER:

As I lay there, trying to swallow a loud, obnoxious yawn, I remembered something he’d said when we first met, about life being too short. I imagined he had firsthand experience with shortened lives while he was serving. That mentality came from experience. I got that now. Could even understand it, but there was something I didn’t understand.

“Why?” I asked.

There was a beat. “Why what?”

Jax sounded tired, and I should shut up or point out that I was now tired and could sleep, so he could leave. But I didn’t. “Why are you here? You don’t know me and . . .” I trailed off, because there really wasn’t anything left to say.

A minute went by, and he hadn’t answered my question, and then I think another minute ticked on, and I was okay with him not answering because maybe he didn’t even know. Or maybe he was just bored and that was why he was here.

But then he moved.

Jax pressed against my back, and the next breath I took got stuck in my throat. My eyes shot open. The sheet and blanket were between us, but they felt like nothing.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Getting comfortable.” He dropped an arm over my waist, and my entire body jerked against his. “It’s time to sleep I think.”

“But—”

“You can’t sleep when you talk,” he remarked.

“You don’t need to be all up on me,” I pointed out.

His answering chuckle stirred the hair along the back of my neck. “Honey, I’m not all up on you.”

I freaking begged to differ on that point. I started to wiggle away, but the arm around my waist tightened, holding me in place.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he announced casually, as if he wasn’t holding me prisoner in the bed.

Okay. The whole prisoner thing might be melodramatic, but he wasn’t letting me up. Not when he was getting all kinds of comfy behind me.

Oh my God, this was spooning. Total spooning. I was spooning with an honorary member of the Hot Guy Brigade. Did I wake up in a parallel universe?

“Sleep,” he demanded, as if the one word carried that much power. “Go to sleep, Calla.” This time his voice was softer, quieter.

“Yeah, it doesn’t work that way, Jax. You have a nice voice, but it doesn’t hold the power to make me sleep on your command.”

He chuckled.

I rolled my eyes, but the most ridiculous thing ever was the fact that after a couple of minutes, my eyes stayed shut. I . . . I actually settled in against him. With his front pressed to my back, his long legs cradling mine, and his arm snug around my waist, I actually did feel safe. More than that, I felt something else—something I hadn’t felt in years.

I felt cared for . . . cherished.

Which was the epitome of dumb, because I barely knew him, but feeling that, recognizing what the warm, buzzing feeling was, I fell right asleep.

# 1 NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling author Jennifer lives in Martinsburg, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing. she spends her time reading, working out, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, and hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russell Loki.

Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Spencer Hill Press, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her book Obsidian has been optioned for a major motion picture and her Covenant Series has been optioned for TV.

She also writes adult and New Adult romance under the name J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins.

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