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Friday, September 22, 2017

Out Now—Fast Lust by Lucy Felthouse @cw1985 #badboy #biker #romance



Blurb:

When a straitlaced journalist and a fearless motorcycle racer are thrown into an interview together, will they find any common ground? Or are they destined to clash?
Gloria Heath loves her job as a lifestyle journalist. She also loves the perks—free meals, complimentary spa treatments, behind-the-scenes access and more. So when her boss sends her on an assignment to the British Superbikes tournament at Donington Park, she’s less than impressed. Sports are definitely not her thing, and her brief is to find a rider with an interesting back story and write about their journey. But how is she supposed to do that when she really doesn’t care one way or the other?
When she experiences the atmosphere and the racing, however, she starts to see the attraction. Soon after, she finds the perfect case study for her article. Rafe Donovan is fearless, ambitious, and the underdog of the tournament. He’s also drop dead gorgeous. She eagerly sets out to interview him, but soon discovers the bad boy biker is a tough nut to crack. The more she asks questions, the more he shuts down. Throw some chemistry into the mix and things go from bad to worse. Can she get the material she needs, or is her first foray into sports writing doomed to fail?
Note: Fast Lust was previously published in the British Bad Boys Boxed Set.

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Amazon (universal link): http://mybook.to/fastlust
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/2x4spOs
Smashwords: http://bit.ly/2wA3NKh

*****

Excerpt:

Gloria Heath gaped at her boss, Graeme, unsure if she’d heard him correctly. No, no, she couldn’t have heard him correctly, because she thought he’d said he wanted her to go and cover the first round of the British Superbikes at Donington Park. She shook her head and chuckled. He must have said The Great British Bake Off. That sounded similar, didn’t it?
Graeme frowned. “Something funny, Gloria?”
She snapped her focus back to her editor and smiled. “Sorry. I must be going deaf, or mad, because I thought you said you wanted me to cover some motorbike race.”
His expression was stony. “I did,” he replied coolly. “Do you have a problem with that?”
Blinking, she opened her mouth, then closed it again. Narrowing her eyes, she said, “But I’m a lifestyle reporter. I cover—”
“I’m well aware of what you cover, Gloria. I’ve been your boss for three years—don’t you think I’m familiar with what you write by now?” He sighed. “I know it’s not your usual thing, and is way out of your comfort zone, but don’t you think a change would be nice? A bit of a challenge for you?”
Gulping, she replied, “A ch-challenge? Graeme… did I do something wrong?”
He rolled his eyes. “It’s an article, Gloria, not a bloody punishment. No, you didn’t do anything wrong. Your work is exemplary—always has been, and I’m sure it always will be. But I have one of the sports writers off sick, with no one else available to take his place, and not covering the first round of the British Superbikes is tantamount to blasphemy for our motorsport readers.”
A feeling of dread settled in her stomach, making her nauseous. “Do I… have a choice?”
Graeme raised his eyebrows. “I’m an editor, not a dictator. But come on, Gloria, do me a favour here. Like I said, there’s no one else to take his place—you’re the only one with time in your schedule. If I’m not mistaken, the stuff you’re currently working on isn’t time-sensitive. Sunday’s race, however, is.” He leaned forward and put his elbows on the desk, then flashed her a smile. “We’ll even put you up in a nice hotel, right near to the track. One little article, Gloria. You’ll be saving my life. Please.”
Gloria knew when she was beaten. Graeme wouldn’t force her, she knew that, but it was clearly very important to him. And he’d never asked her to do something like this before—he was generally very laid back, and let her get on with writing pretty much whatever she wanted to. So one article out of her comfort zone—albeit way out of her comfort zone—was the least she could do. “All right,” she said resignedly. “I’ll do it, for you. But you have to give me a full briefing on what exactly you’re looking for. The last thing I want is to end up writing something where I’ve taken completely the wrong angle.
“And,” she added, “where the hell is Donington Park, anyway?”
Graeme’s expression turned despairing. “In the Midlands, Gloria. Near Derby and Nottingham. North of Watford Gap.”
“Bloody hell, that’s miles away! Have I got to drive? I’ll need a pool car.”
“Drive, get the train, hell, you can even fly. The circuit’s next door to a bloody airport. I don’t care, as long as you go, all right?”
She folded her arms. “The train will be fine. Though a first class ticket wouldn’t go amiss.”
Graeme rolled his eyes. “Done.”
“And about the briefing…”
“Of course! I wouldn’t send you in there unprepared. Right, you go and carry on with whatever you were doing while I get all the arrangements sorted. Come and see me when you get here tomorrow morning, and we’ll go through everything you need to know.” She nodded and stood up, then turned to leave. “Oh, and Gloria?” She turned back. “Thank you. I really do appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome, boss. Just don’t make a habit of it, all right?” She winked to show she was joking.
Grinning, he waved a hand at her. “Go on, get out. I’ll see you in the morning.”


Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller), The Persecution of the Wolves and Hiding in Plain Sight. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 160 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter and get a free eBook: http://www.subscribepage.com/lfnewsletter




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Thursday, September 21, 2017

Throwback Thursday: Backfire by Gale Stanley #tbt #Paranormal #MMRomance @SirenBookstrand



Backfire (MM) by Gale Stanley
Southwest Shifters 3

Heat Rating: SCORCHING
Word Count: 23,133

[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters]

Jack Remus has always been a player. While his pack mates value their relationships, Jack is only interested in casual sex—one night of passion, then a parting of the ways, never to see each other again. And that’s exactly what he’s looking for at the Silverado Saloon, but his plans backfire when he follows an intoxicating scent and ends up in the middle of a brawl.
Dakota is on the run from an abusive Alpha. He has a temporary job at the Silverado, and when he earns enough for a bus ticket, he’ll be on his way. When his boss tries to seduce him, Jack steps in to play the white knight. A new lover is the last thing on Dakota’s mind. He knows it's time to move on, but his plan backfires when the dark stranger follows him. Jack is on Dakota’s trail, but it’s a path that just might get him killed.
A Siren Erotic Romance

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Story Excerpt

The winking neon lights and the smell of human testosterone lifted Jack’s spirits with promises of good times ahead. A delicious thrill of anticipation coursed through his body. Not knowing who stood on the other side of the door gave the hunt an added edge of excitement. A major letdown sometimes followed the pleasurable expectation of finding what he wanted, but tonight he had high hopes for success. Besides, he’d rather be on the prowl than sitting at home jerking off.
Boredom had brought him to the Silverado Saloon, boredom and loneliness, two things that could get a wolf into big trouble. His frustration level, now at an all-time high, had him itching to fuck or fight. He’d prefer the former, but he’d settle for either one.
A slow-moving crowd entered the honky-tonk, and Jack followed the partygoers, letting his nose search for that special someone. Perfume, scented shampoos, and deodorant blended with human pheromones to tickle his olfactory receptors, but no one stood out. He wouldn’t let it discourage him. The night is young.
He knew the staff was friendly and polite, but the big beefy bouncer at the door was downright chummy, holding Jack’s hand a beat too long when he checked his ID. The man’s steroid-bulked body might appeal to some, but it wasn’t his type. He offered the doorman a noncommittal smile and made his way inside.
The racket didn’t bother him in the least. On the contrary, his sensitive eardrums reveled in the din. Instead of lowering the tuner in his brain to make the noise level more manageable for his ears, he raised the volume so he could hear the sounds of glasses clinking, and the thump of mugs on the bar, as well as the loud country music coming from the bandstand. More than alcohol, he thirsted for the sounds of humans talking and laughing, and drunks slurring their words. Even the announcements coming over the loudspeaker were a welcome change from the dead quiet of home.
The old barn itself was a lot more interesting inside than out. Exposed rafters created a rustic cathedral effect in the center, and the lofty, angular space made the gargantuan room look that much bigger. Rustic barn wood paneling was festooned with western and American Indian artifacts. Whiskey barrel tables surrounded the dance floor and a long, rough-hewn wooden bar lined the back wall. That was where he headed, fighting his way through a sea of humanity. Aware of the admiring glances from the ladies and the resentful glares from the men, he wished it was the other way around.
He knew he looked good, and he’d dressed for success. A white shirt in a simple western design set off his dark tan. Like the others in his pack, he always went commando, less clothes to worry about when shifting. He’d already experienced the agony of getting his foreskin caught in a zipper, so he wore ball-crunchingly tight button-fly Levi's. There was no risk of cock damage, and they had the added benefit of increasing his profile, not that he needed it.
His pack mates limited their exposure to the public and avoided attracting attention, but Jack didn’t mind being looked at. He never denied being vain. If a man had charisma, he should use it to his advantage. And six feet, six inches of toned, hard body could hardly be disguised. Why try? Besides, it was more than thick chestnut hair, amber eyes, and a big package that drew hungry looks from humans on the prowl. It was wolf genes, plain and simple. His pheromones attracted beings of the same species, but his lupine biology gave him a primal, predatory edge that turned human heads as well. He’d used it more than once to get what he wanted.
He squeezed himself onto the only vacant barstool, and the doe-eyed bartender honed in on him, giving him a big smile. A knockout in her early thirties, clad in skintight low-ride jeans and a bikini top, she had long, wavy brown hair and a tattoo on her left arm.
“What’ll you have?” she asked him, in a way that signified he could have just about anything he wanted.
If he wanted pussy, he could have stayed home and fucked one of the she-wolves, but he hadn’t touched any of the women since the Alpha stopped forcing the pack mates to breed. He knew they wouldn’t turn him down, but he preferred the back door to the front and a big, beautiful cock and balls beat double-Ds any day. Just to be nice, he smiled back at the brunette and ordered a beer.

Adult Excerpt

Jack’s big hands on his dick felt so damn good. He was trying to thrust into Jack’s fist and at the same time trying not to because he knew he was on the edge of coming. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his skin flushed hot. His balls drew up, and he wanted to beg Jack for more, but he didn’t feel he had the right to ask for anything. Jack stopped suddenly, and Dakota cried out with frustration.
Jack was talking, but Dakota didn’t hear a word. His dick throbbed, and his brain was mush. “Please, please…”
Jack leaned over him, a hand on either side of his head. “Please what, baby? Tell me what you want.”
He couldn’t get the words out. Never in his life had he asked for what he wanted. Moaning, he looked up at the dark Lycan. The man was really gorgeous. What is he doing with me? He turned his head away, trying to tamp down his arousal.
A wet tongue flicked over his nipple, and he inhaled sharply at the contact. Jack licked, sucked, and moved on to the next one. Dakota arched against Jack’s mouth, and his breath quickened. No one had ever done this to him before, and his muscles twitched under Jack’s attention.
Jack raised his head and smiled. “I like to hear you moan. I like knowing I’m the one causing it.”
Dakota looked up, confused. Was I moaning? He hadn’t even realized.
“Tell me what you want, what you like.”
Dakota bit his lip and looked up helplessly.
“Guess I’ll just have to find out for myself.”
Dakota didn’t have time to consider his words. The big Lycan shifted position and wrapped his lips around the head of Dakota’s cock, tonguing the slit. Dakota jerked and let out a sharp cry. Wet heat enveloped his shaft as Jack swallowed his length, and his eyes rolled back in his head. All too soon that devouring mouth drew back along his rod and released him.
Jack looked up at him, grinning. “Like that, do you?”
Dakota nodded his head. No point denying it. He was hard as a rock and visibly throbbing.
“If you want more, you gotta say so.”
“Yes,” he hissed.
“Good, me, too.” Jack’s fingers circled Dakota’s cock as he bent his head and rubbed his stubbled jaw along the sensitive skin. Then his long, wet tongue soothed the irritation.
Everything Jack did sent sparks of electricity shooting through his body. Dakota writhed, wishing he had the courage to tell Jack to suck his cock—hard. Somehow Jack seemed to instinctively know what he wanted because he parted his lips and took Dakota inside the fierce heat of his mouth. Fireworks exploded when Jack increased his suction, and Dakota fought a losing battle against thrusting between Jack’s lips. Each suck at his dick tugged at his heartstrings, and he worried that he was reading too much into Jack’s actions. It was only sex. Wasn’t it? Maybe it was for Jack, but Dakota wished it could be so much more. Stop tasting clouds, Dakota. You’re always dreaming about things that can never be.
A hand reached under his ass and traced the crease. His toes curled as a finger teased his hole before pushing past the muscle and penetrating his tight passage. When the tip massaged his prostate, his balls went tight, and he let out a hoarse cry. He yanked on Jack’s hair, trying to warn him that his orgasm was coming, but Jack paid him no mind, increasing his suction and fucking him with his finger.



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Wednesday, September 20, 2017

New Release! GORGON'S VENGEANCE by Ravenna Tate #EroticRomance @EvernightPub










GORGON'S VENGEANCE
Demons On Wheels MC 2


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BLURB

Chloe Dolan’s life is perfect. She’s the MC President’s old lady, she loves to dance at Scotty’s Place—the strip club the MC owns and operates, and she and Gorgon are deeply in love. But Chloe’s perfect life falls apart one night after her last set when she spots her abusive ex-boyfriend, Brad, in the crowd. He’s been gone a year, but now it appears he’s back to stay.

As Gorgon and the MC Brothers deal with the fallout from a turf war, they have their hands full from the Outlaw Dogs MC. In the meantime, Brad is stalking Chloe. He’s sending notes to the club, and every time Chloe goes into town, she spots him. Eventually, Chloe is reduced to hiding inside the club.

When the power goes out during a tornado warning, Brad breaks into the club. Can Gorgon save the only woman he’s ever loved?

EXCERPT

Chloe never ceased to be amazed that she could become so aroused, so quickly, whenever Gorgon was near her. All he had to do was look into her eyes, or call her “Chloe” instead of her stage name.

His dark eyes bored into hers, filled with lust and love. Chloe licked her lips and brushed one hand down his back, over his ass, and around the front of his jeans to massage his bulge through the fabric. “I don’t want to think about scary things anymore tonight.”

Gorgon grunted, cupped her face, and bent his head for a rough kiss. He shoved his tongue into her mouth, chasing away the demons in her mind. Gone were the horrible memories of what Brad had put her through, and the shock of seeing him tonight. Instead, Chloe let go and welcomed the heady sensation of being taken by the man she loved.

He moved his mouth to her neck, planting tiny bites there. “Get your clothes off, baby. I need to fuck you now.”

Chloe peeled off her tank top and shorts, tossing them across the room. He grasped her breasts and squeezed them together in his strong hands. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

It had taken her weeks after arriving here to stop trembling in his presence. His dark hair, so soft to the touch, hung down to his shoulders when he didn’t have it tied back. The hairstyle gave him an unruly, lawless appearance that had both excited and frightened her at first.

“I’m gonna explode, baby. On your knees. Take out my dick.”

Her pussy was soaking wet. She loved it when Gorgon spoke to her this way, because she knew how much he loved her. It wasn’t rude or abusive in her mind. This was just his way. He’d lie down in front of a train for her. When he commanded her like this, it turned her on something fierce because there was love and devotion behind it, not fear or oppression.

Chloe dropped to her knees and rubbed her chin over his bulge, teasing him. He grabbed her hair and tugged, hard. “Chloe, dammit … I’m fucking dying here.”

She undid the button on his jeans and pulled down the zipper. He never wore underwear, so she took care not to catch anything as she eased the jeans down his rock-hard thighs. His cock was red, swollen, and already slick with pre-cum. “You’ve missed me, Billy, haven’t you?”

“Baby, I always miss you. Suck me hard. Swallow my cum.”

Chloe slid her tongue up and down the shaft, enjoying the contrast between the veins and the satiny skin. Gorgon moaned loudly, tugging on her hair to move her closer. “Come on, baby. Don’t tease me. You know what I want.”

She knew, but the power it gave her to hold back was as much of a rush as the actual act. Chloe licked his balls before swirling her tongue over his shaft again. When she finally took him into her mouth, he groaned loudly and pushed his dick all the way inside.

After relaxing her throat muscles, she curled her lips around her teeth and let him fuck her with the entire length. Chloe massaged his balls with one hand and teased the soft skin between his sac and upper thighs with the other. She always gave her man what he liked.

Her hair hurt from him pulling on it so hard, and her mouth was sore, but she didn’t mind. This domination was what she loved. Because when it was over, he’d hold her all night and caress her skin, telling her over and over how beautiful she was, and how much he loved her. Things he’d never say unless they were alone. Words he spoke only to her, intimacies shared only between them.




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Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Out Now! Grizzly Affair by Dulce Dennison #Gay #Paranormal @ChangelingPress



Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Angela Knight

Genres/Themes: Paranormal, Suspense, Interracial, Men in Uniform, Gay
Length: Novella

With a rogue shifter on the loose leaving a trail of bodies, it isn't the best time for bear shifter, Roarke Hilliard to have his heat cycle. Especially since he's the lead Special Agent on the case. But nature must take its course. When his partner, agent Spencer Malloy, places himself in Roarke's path during his greatest time of need, the bear is worried he might break the human. But Spencer wants Roarke badly... bad enough to call in a paranormal escort.

Grigore Gabor may be a male escort, but he's never slept with any of his clients... until now. The moment the wolf shifter gets a whiff of the bear who hired him, and his human companion, he knows he's found his mates. But getting the surly ursa to agree is another matter.

With a killer on the loose, now isn't the time for finding true love. With Roarke handicapped by his heat cycle, there's only so much the agents can do against the rogue shifter. They can only hope to bring the man to justice before another body is found.

Available 9/15 at Changeling Press
Available 9/22 at Amazon, B&N, iTunes, Kobo











Excerpt

Special Agent Roarke Hilliard, Bureau of Paranormal Affairs, scented the air as he scanned the crime scene for clues. Darkness filled him, narrowing his world to this one moment. Blood soaked through his pants and coated his hands as he knelt beside the too still, mangled body. The copper tang of the teen's blood teased his nostrils. His nose flared as he searched for other scents. Gunpowder residue and the stale smell of sweat hung heavy in the air.
A gun was clutched in the young man's hand, his fingers gripping it even in death, and yet the weapon hadn't been able to save him. Slashed across his sternum, the killer's claws had dug deep, all the way to the bone. His clothes were torn in other areas. His belt had been partially torn from him. The clues were adding up to a terrifying, grisly picture.
This wasn't the first victim, and if Roarke couldn't catch the bastard responsible, it wouldn't be the last. Up to this point, the killer had targeted male prostitutes. But this one was different. There were no indications of drug use, no condoms in the victim's wallet. Was the killer branching out? Or were his tastes changing?
"This is definitely our guy," Agent Spencer Malloy said as he surveyed the scene. "If we don't catch him soon, we'll be on every channel in the country. You know how much the Bureau hates bad publicity."
Roarke stood. "There has to be a pattern. The first known victim was in Chicago. The second was in South Bend, Indiana. But now, victim number five is in Atlanta. Where is he going?"
"I still say they aren't planned. I think our guy is picking up young men, then he gets frustrated when they won't give him what he wants and he kills them."
"They're prostitutes living on the streets. There isn't much they won't do for the right amount," Roarke reasoned.
"What's that super sniffer of yours telling you?"
"I don't smell semen. I don't think he got very far before he killed this one. Maybe that was his motivation. Either he couldn't get it up, or the victim resisted." Although he could be wrong. Roarke wasn't about to admit it to anyone, but during his heat cycle his nose was not the most reliable. It took every effort not to turn bear the closer the time got.
Spencer ran a hand through his short, blond hair. "I don't like this. Rogue shifters are one thing, but one bent on murder?"
"The lab ran the sample three times," Roarke reminded him. "No match was found in the system, but the DNA suggested a hybrid."
"Which explains the instability," Spencer muttered. "He obviously has impulse control issues. My gut says there are more murders. Unless some switch flipped in this guy's head, there's no way his first murder was last month. Not unless he was just turned, and what's the likelihood of a just-turned hybrid?"
Roarke sighed. "I'm afraid I have to agree with you. We need to have records run a search on all unsolved shifter related homicides nationwide for the past five years, see if anything pops up that matches our guy's MO."
"I'll call it in while you check out the rest of the scene. Maybe we missed something on the first walk through. Then you're going to the hotel for a shower and a change of clothes."
Roarke nodded and looked around again. He began a slow circuit of the space, sniffing for something he might have missed as his gaze touched on every square inch of the room. He knew from experience they wouldn't find anything new. Fingerprints and DNA did them no good when the killer wasn't in the system. According to the shifter laws of 2023, formed when shifters came out of hiding, all shapeshifters were required to have DNA and fingerprints on file with the government. Those who didn't comply were termed "rogue" and would be put to death if they were found to have committed a heinous crime. If you weren't registered, you didn't have rights.
Spencer motioned to him from the doorway and Roarke stepped out into the sunshine. With the smell of death and decay surrounding him, he'd forgotten how beautiful it was outside. Spring was in the air, which spelled trouble for a bear on a never-ending job. The urge to mate would hit him hard and Roarke would be powerless to stop it. Last mating season, he'd damn near lost his job when he'd holed up in a motel room for three days with a willing male from a shifter run escort service... he might do well to keep their number handy.
"I passed on our thoughts about there being more murders and Rawlins said he would put a team on it." Spencer began walking toward their SUV. "He asked why the hell we couldn't have thought of that weeks ago. I told him we were too busy chasing a trail of mangled bodies. Pompous ass."
Roarke grinned.
"I say we go get you cleaned up and grab a bite to eat. We missed lunch and I know that beast inside of you has to be starving." Spencer held out his hand. "Keys."
Roarke pulled them from his pocket and handed them over. He climbed into the passenger's seat and patiently waited for Spencer to get in and start the vehicle.
"Speaking of my beast, there's something you should know," Roarke said as they pulled out of the parking lot. "My mating heat is going to hit soon. Since I don't have a mate, my bear is going to seek the first willing male available. It's going to possibly put me out of commission for a few days."
"So we take a break."
Roarke shook his head. "The mating fever is going to hit our killer grizzly too. It means more murders if he can't find someone willing and able to handle the frenzy. Think double or even triple the body count we have now."
"Fuck. We have to catch this guy!" Spencer slammed his hand against the steering wheel.


About Dulce

With an overactive imagination and a penchant for making up stories, was it any wonder Dulce Dennison decided to be an author? From cowboys to shapeshifters, she has a story for them all, but her passion lies in writing m/m romances. Dulce believes in love in all shapes and sizes, and that everyone deserves a happily-ever-after.
Married since 2000 to a man she isn’t sure is quite human, her husband and children (which she fondly calls the demon spawn) keep her busy, but never too busy to write. Is there such a thing as too busy to write? Most mornings you can find Dulce set up with her laptop, a cat curled up next to her, and a steaming cup of coffee just an arm’s reach away.

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Monday, September 18, 2017

STIRRING UP GLORY by Kacey Hammell #Rubenesque #EroticRomance @EvernightPub



STIRRING UP GLORY

Stirred by Love Series: Book 2

Contemporary Erotic Romance, Rubenesque/BBW
ISBN: 978177394053
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer



Shaken and Stirred with a splash of dirty.

She’s not the one he wants…
Drew McKenna is obsessed with the woman who saved his family’s business. She’s the last woman he should want, but his dreams are flooded with the sultry, sexy woman who gets under his skin. He’d not prepared to end their lengthy riff just so he can give into his desire to have the gorgeous woman under him. 
But she is the one he needs…
Glory Pierce gave up on Drew the second he flung vicious insults her way. The harder she tries to forget how deep those scars run, however, the more he invades her thoughts. When tragedy strikes, Glory is forced to put aside her anger and work with the man she despises. But as they mix business with pleasure, the heat between them reaches fever pitch, secrets are revealed, and passions are stirred up in ways neither of them can ignore.




















Excerpt:

“I wish you saw yourself as I do. Vibrant, sexy, magnetic. Feisty, while humble and kind. You’re a class act, Glory Pierce.”
The words washed over her, crowding within her heart and soul. Her body warmed surrounded by them. But, in the back of her mind, doubt nagged at her. “Pretty words, Drew. Practice them much?”
“Damn it, woman.” He snarled, crunching the empty bottle in his hand. Her eyes widened, and watched as he inhaled a few harsh breaths. “I’m sorry for that. It’s just—” he shifted in the chair. Gone was the heat, and replaced with perplexed confusion. “I’m being as honest as I can be. I understand it will take time for you to trust me, and I’ll work for it, but don’t shut me out. Can’t we start again?”
The idea was so absurd, she wanted to laugh, but refrained from losing her cool. “As though we haven’t known each other for years? How does that work? We’re too acquainted with one another to pretend otherwise.”
He nodded. “I agree, but I mean as far as spending time together. Some real time. We’ve never had the chance to do that.”
It took every bit of restraint to keep her jaw from falling into her lap. “You mean … dating?” She’d die of more embarrassment if she’d presumed too much.
“Yes.”
Glory couldn’t help it, she laughed out loud. How preposterous. Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes as she tried to control her giggles. “Oh, my gosh.” She cleared her throat, reining herself in. “Drew, I don’t need your pity dates or trying to make up for anything.” She stood and refilled the empty bottle with water from the cooler in the corner. Once full, she turned and leaned against the counter. “I’m sure you mean well, but come on, as if you want to date me.”
She had to tip her head back, shocked, as he was on his feet and across the kitchen standing in front of her before she had time to blink. His lean body boxed her in, his arms barricading her in on each side.
“I think I’ve said a few times how attracted I am to you, Glory. And I suspect the feeling is mutual.” He crowded in closer, head dipping low to her right ear. “I’ve had a hard dick for months just picturing you naked. Should I give you the details of my dreams? The things we’ve done together might make you blush.” His breath brushed long the curve of her neck, sending shivers along her spine and over her ass. Grateful for the counter against her back, or she’d have fallen flat on her ass and taken him with her, she latched onto the lifeline.
Not a bad idea. I’d be game for that.
Glory groaned, but leaned away from him until his breath no longer seduced her. “Oh, you’re good. I’ll give you that. Quite skilled in fact. But making my pussy tingle with horny words won’t get you into my panties, Drew.”
“Your pussy’s tingling?”
With a growl, she shoved him away and glared at him. “Oh, for heaven’s sake.”
The bastard had the audacity to laugh. “I’m sorry. But Christ, saying shit like that won’t help the hard on, ya know.”
Glory’s gaze dropped to the front of his shorts. Yep, present and accounted for, she could see the outline of his hard dick. She took a sip of her water.
“Stop that. Staring at it doesn’t help either. If you don’t want me to pounce on you, you have to quit it.”
Oh, we want him to pounce, don’t we? Why don’t we lie on the floor right here and spread our legs?
The voice in her head had her choking on the water halfway down her throat. Her eyes watered as she tried to control a coughing fit.
“Are you okay?”
She held a hand up, keeping him at bay. If he touched her now, she’d crumple, unable to resist him. Her conscience was a menace, but definitely right. If Drew pounced, she’d never stop him.
“Better?”
“Yes.” After a quick glance at the clock on the stove, she cleared her throat. “I have a few calls to make and paperwork for Alan to do. I think we’re done here, Drew.” He stared at her, unmoving, and she shifted on her feet. “Look, I get it, you want to make amends and think you’re attracted to me. But I don’t believe it. I’m sorry. I don’t trust you.” He couldn’t expect much else from her. Not when he’d never given her any reason to think of him as more than a bad memory.
“Cards on the table?” he asked, as he advanced on her. “Complete honesty?”
“Uh, haven’t we been doing that?”
“I have, but I need you to be all in, too.” He stopped in front of her, his tasteful cologne wafting her way. Why did he always smell so fucking good? “Do you want me, Glory?”
A gasp escaped her. His unwavering gaze held her captive. She didn’t want to do this.
“I have to earn your trust, and I plan to, but you have to give me hope. Something to hold on to as I prove it.”
“Drew,” she sighed.
“Be honest with me, please. If you tell me to walk away, I will. If you say you want me, and that there’s something more between us, then I’ll hold on so fucking tight.” He sighed as his fingers brushed her cheek. “So tight, babe, you’ll be mine completely. But I need to hear it from you.”
God, his voice, low and raspy... Glory swallowed hard as her skin warmed and her nipples pebbled. Damn him. Dare she trust him with so much? He’d given her nothing but heartache and chaos for so long. Sure, he had a lot to make up for, but she’d never make any man sit up and beg. The memories haunted her, but she understood he hadn’t been in control that night. She should’ve handled things better. Called Eric. Locked herself in the bathroom. Stayed up until morning at Abe’s Diner. But she hadn’t done a thing to stop him when he’d touched her. Hadn’t wanted to. It wasn’t fair to put total blame on him. His words the next morning had gutted her, yes, but shouldn’t she forgive him because he’d woken up off-kilter and uncertain?
Glory opened her mouth, only to snap it shut as the doorbell chimed.
“Shit. Are you expecting someone? Never mind, answer me first.” Drew rubbed her shoulders. “Please.”
The chime sounded again. Glory pushed his hands away. “I have to get that.” She strode across the kitchen, then halted. Before she changed her mind, she gripped the doorjamb and turned back. “As much as I wish otherwise, I do want you, Drew. More than I should. And more than is smart.”




















Praise for Stirring Up Glory:
“a hot and sexy read.” ~ SJ Maylee, author of Assassins and Sweetheart series
“Do you like reading erotic romance with hot scorching scenes, then you should definitely check out Stirring Up Glory! You won't be disappointed!” Nicole, Top 100 Amazon Reviewer

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Canadian-born author Kacey Hammell is definitely a book-a-holic. A romance reader from a young age, she fell in love with happily ever afters.  These days, as a multi- published erotic romance author, she enjoys adding a lot of heat, sass, and emotion to the many genres she writes.

Mom of three, Kacey lives her own happily ever after with her perfect hero in Ontario, Canada.


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