Friday, July 1, 2022
If you loved Phoenix Rising - even if you just like it, you should get ready for WARDOG.
Sexy bad boy
In the MC world there are laws that aren't to be broken. One girl has caused damage to the Road Devils MC and now they'll send their top dog to find her.
The National President of The Road Devil's MC wants Phoenix brought to him. He wants her on her knees at his feet. She needs to answer for what she's done.
War-dog is the most ruthless enforcer the club has. Now, the order's come down for him to hunt down Phoenix.
Sparks fly when the two come face to face and the outcome isn't what any of them expects.
Wednesday, June 29, 2022
EJ walks a tightrope trying to balance Dylan’s needs against her own, but doing so is far more complicated when emotions get in the way.
So I did.
The press of my lips against his started out chaste and tentative but within seconds turned hot and passionate. His tongue mated with mine, sending me swirling into an eddy of pleasure. His palms seared my waist as he pulled me from sitting to standing, our bodies aligning in a tactile embrace. I moved my hands up his solid chest, feeling the soft flannel of his shirt, the tensing of his muscles beneath. He deepened the kiss, taking my breath away. My fingers drifted up his shoulders, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, seeking the strength of his body to touch every part of me from mouth to torso to legs to toes. His sultry scent sparked my libido, arousing every cell and atom in my being.
My subconscious niggled at me to stop the freefall, but I couldn’t. Didn’t want to. This feeling sent me to the heavens, and no one in their right mind would want to leave.
Tuesday, June 28, 2022
When you’re Miss Honoria Quinn, you leap from his carriage and run like the wind to find some place to hide. Trouble is, Honoria mistakenly chooses The Lyon’s Den, a disreputable gambling house as her sanctuary, a move that ends up with her having to make another choice at the hands of the Den’s match-making proprietor Mrs. Dove-Lyons: wed a complete stranger or become the lord’s mistress.
No good deed goes unpunished...
Thomas, Lord Braeton agrees to attend a wager at The Lyon’s Den only to keep his brother-in-law out of trouble. What he doesn’t count on is becoming embroiled in one of Mrs. Dove-Lyons’s schemes to marry him off. But when he tries to come to the aid of another peer, Thomas finds the only honorable thing he can do to save Miss Quinn’s reputation is put aside his hopes for a love match for himself and instead offer to marry her.
As Thomas and Honoria set out on a wary journey to matrimony, can they learn to live together and hope love will grow between them? Or are they doomed to a loveless marriage of convenience from which one or both will want to escape?
A shiver raced down her back.
“As today is our wedding day, Honoria...”
Every muscle in her body tensed. Would he go back on his word not to press her so soon? Her heart raced and her body heated. Did she want him to press her?
“Yes?” The single word was barely a breath. “I wondered if you would allow me...”
She held her breath. Allow him...what?
Gasping, Honoria didn’t know whether to laugh or scowl at him. Thomas could be a rascal it seemed. “I believe that would be in order.” They had not even kissed after the ceremony. Papa had always frowned upon such public displays. “It is, as you say, our wedding day.”
“Yes, it is.” Suddenly he loomed so close to her all the air seemed to have been sucked out of the corridor. Gently, he raised her chin and lowered his head until her mouth was mere inches from his.
Unable to stare into those darkening eyes any longer, Honoria closed hers and waited breathlessly.
Suddenly his lips pressed against her, soft and warm. Everything about the man made her feel warm. He held her head in both hands and turned it ever so slightly, until their mouths seemed to merge into one. With that small change came an overawing feeling of rightness, as though this was the way a kiss was meant to be.
She shifted just a little toward him, drawn ever closer to his masculine presence. In response, he pressed his lips against her harder, more insistent.
A thrill of longing shot through her. As though she wanted more of that.
She lives in Virginia with her family and a small menagerie of pets--including two vocal cats, one almost silent cat, two curious bunnies, and a Shar-pei mix named Frenchie.
Monday, June 27, 2022
Summer Rain Davis embodies the bohemian lifestyle. He loves his arts and crafts. He’s always had a thing for the buttoned-up professional types and when he’s set up with Arthur, sparks fly.
Love is possible in a small town if Arthur and Summer Rain are willing to give their romance a try.
Can these two men, seemingly total opposites, find common ground and love to last a lifetime? Or will their differences keep them apart?
“A trim and polish. Just neaten me up.” His heart sank. He was too buttoned-up already and not getting out of his comfort zone wasn’t helping much.
James stared at him through the reflection in the mirror. “May I try something? It won’t be too drastic, but I want to try a slightly different look for you.”
James had the ability to style individuals to make their uniqueness shine. If he had an idea for Arthur, who was he to argue? “Okay.”
“Yeah?” James grinned. The piercing in his bottom lip sparkled. “You’re sure?”
“Good.” James combed Arthur’s wet hair. “Why do you look so lonely and sad, doll? Not because of that review? Talk to me.”
He kept so much bottled up. If he couldn’t tell his stylist, who could he tell? “Because I am lonely.”
"Why? You’re handsome, have your own business, are smart...” James parted Arthur’s hair, then began trimming. “What’s not to like about you?”
“I don’t know, but I don’t give myself the chance to look for guys, that’s one thing.” He cringed. “That sounds doofy.”
“No, you sound scared and like you need a little help.” James continued cutting. “You need a matchmaker.”
“I do.” He shouldn’t have admitted that out loud, but oh well.
He sighed, buying himself some time to think. “I want a man who is kind, considerate, who will work with me and make me better. A partner. I want a guy who isn’t afraid to date an insurance agent. Someone who sees beyond the shell and won’t let me get complacent.”
“And looks?” James stared at their reflection. He narrowed his eyes, then resumed cutting. “You must have a type.”
“Not really. I like guys based on their attitude and ability to empathize. It’s about being drawn to the man,” Arthur said. “You know? If there’s a spark when we’re talking, then that’s the thing. If there isn’t, then I don’t bother.”
“I do.” James finished cutting, then combed Arthur’s hair. “Sometimes, you just know the guy is right.”
When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. She’s an active member of the Friends of the Keystone-LaGrange Public library.