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Saturday, March 19, 2016

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With her thirtieth birthday looming, Emma Harrison finds her biological clock clanging and the elusive knight in shining armor yet to appear. She’s running out of options, especially after her gay best friend backs out from being her sperm donor. Of course, there’s always a sperm bank, but Emma fears a donor mix-up might impregnate her with the spawn of Satan. 

Resident company womanizer, Aidan Fitzgerald, is used to always getting what he wants, especially in the bedroom. When Emma spurns his advances at the company Christmas party, he's determined to have her no matter what it takes. After Aidan learns of Emma's predicament, he is quick to offer a proposition that will benefit them both. He will father Emma's child, but she must conceive it with him naturally. Not one for hook-ups or casual sex, Emma is reluctant to take him up on his offer, but his charm, coupled with her intense desire for motherhood, wins out. 

Soon their baby-making sessions become more than just physical. Aidan can't seem to walk away from her while Emma begins to wonder if Aidan could be the one. But can Aidan leave his past behind to become the man Emma needs him to be? 






Book Blitz: Cloaked in Secrecy by T.F. Walsh







Cloaked in Secrecy
T.F. Walsh
(The Wulfkin Legacy #2)
Published by: Crimson Romance
Publication date: March 14th 2016
Genres: Adult, Paranormal
What better way for a pack of wulfkin shifters to remain in seclusion than to hide in plain sight?

Death has followed Alena Novac’s circus family for years, but when the police arrest her brother for murder, she must rescue him before he transforms behind prison walls. With less than a week to execute her plan, a member from the Varlac family who murdered her mother reappears. Now, Alena has to decide whether to make good on her promise to avenge her mother’s death or risk rescuing her brother.

Enre Ulf has one mission – prevent Alena’s father from claiming his territory and slaughtering his wulfkin pack in Transylvania. Enre may have turned his back on his Varlac heritage, but that doesn’t mean he won’t impersonate one to infiltrate the circus clan and take out their alpha. Knowing that his secrets will lead to his demise, Enre takes the risk in order to save his home. What he never planned on was his wolf claiming Alena as his mate.

Now with the police closing in, and the real Varlac threatening them, Alena and Enre must overcome their pasts to save their packs’ futures.

Cloaked in Secrecy is the book 2 in the Wulfkin Legacy series, but can be read a stand-alone-book.


Wulfkin Legacy Series


Cloaked (prequel to #1) – Out now
Cloaked in Fur (Book #1) – Out now
Cloaked in Secrecy (Book #2) – Out now
Cloaked in Blood (Book #3) – May 2016
Cloaked in Christmas – End of 2016
 
 


CIS Stare Quote

EXCERPT:

ALENA

“Girl, you going to stand there all day?” Sonia’s voice turned loud as she snapped me back to the here and now.

She sat at the table, both hands clasped around at least a dozen twigs, each about half a foot long. Balancing the ends on the center of the table, she let the twigs fall and studied the way the pieces of wood collapsed on top of each other. The majority crisscrossed each other, others rolled away from the pile.

Sonia’s dark-blonde curls were pulled off her face with a headband. She wore no makeup or her usual fake gypsy jewelry reserved for the circus customers.

“Have a seat.” She spoke without taking her eyes from the pile of sticks in front of her, her head tilting from side to side.

Taking a chair at the table and kicking aside a boot, I reconsidered telling her about my dream with Enre. The more I replayed the vision in my mind, the more I was convinced it was me lusting over him. Heat radiated down my neck at the thought of telling Sonia that I’d turned into some horny nymph.

“What do you see?” No matter how many times Sonia read my future, my insides still fluttered.

“He’s at the circus for you.”

“The Varlac?” I slouched into the chair, arms folded across my chest, fire scaling my cheeks. “I doubt it.” Not the first time the twigs would have been misinterpreted.

“You’ll bring a change out in him. How exciting.” She flashed me a cheerful smile.

A thousand possibilities swirled in my head, but none of them made any sense, except the one where I hated being paired with Enre. “What does that even mean?”

Sonia inched closer. “The universe has a sick sense of humor. It shows us only snippets of events. You know that.” She twisted in her seat and retrieved a pack of tarot cards from the bookshelf behind her. The top card had a brightly colored parrot painted on it. She sighed, stashed it back on the shelf, and continued to fumble through her numerous other decks.

“That’s for the tourists.” She spoke with her attention still on the bookshelf. “Anyway, what about you? Had any dreams lately?”

I licked my lips, deciding not to share the memory of what Enre had intended to do to me in the dream. “Not much.”

“So you dreamt about him? The shake of your head says no, but your tone tells a different story.” She giggled, a piercing laugh, as she retrieved another pack of cards, the backs printed with a kaleidoscope of colors in a diamond patchwork design. “Weeks ago, I told you a visitor was coming.” Sonia settled in her seat to face me.

CIS Female Quote


Part of chp. 1 excerpt.

ALENA 


The tall, broad-shouldered man was branded with two gash marks down the side of his face and neck, and blood smeared his cheek. He wiped it away with his hand as his gaze deepened with darkness.

I studied his stubbled jawline, and inhaled the fresh blood. It belonged to him.

Wind fanned across my back. It had been a long time since I’d faced off with anyone. Father had brought me up to use my head, not my teeth.

“What pack do you belong to?” My voice sharpened, and a growl hung off my last word. Show no fear.

He studied the path I’d taken. “There’s a loose wulfkin in wolf form here, and I think she’s wild.” His gruff voice raised goose bumps up and down my legs, and I recoiled. “Is she yours?”

My next inhale wedged in my chest. Had Mila been caught or injured? “Where is she?”

“Why would you allow her out amongst humans? Are you trying to reveal us?”

Flames spread over my cheeks. “Who the hell are you? It’s not your business what happens on our territory.”

Since we ran a traveling circus, we claimed any location where we performed, though we rarely stopped in places already taken by other packs. Lucky for us, the majority of them steered clear of cities.

The wulfkin leaned forward, his voice rough and low. “I tried catching her before anyone saw her, but as you can see”—he pointed to his recent wounds—“she wasn’t overly friendly.” Running a hand through his short, black hair, he stared at me.

When the breeze bathed me in his scent again, his muskiness almost knocked me over, and my eyes dipped south although my brain screamed, “Don’t!” This wulfkin should never wear jeans in public unless he wanted every single female to ravage him. And the leather jacket did nothing to hide his muscles.

When I looked up, he wore a sly grin.

Heat scalded my body, and my wolf pressed against my insides, whimpering, demanding we claim him. She wanted this stranger? Working in the circus, I’d seen all kinds, but no one had ever affected my wolf this way.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” I refused to allow him to openly knock me off my feet with his gorgeousness. Scratch that. With his audacity.

“Why isn’t she transforming into human form?” he asked.

My hands curled into fists. “I don’t have to tell you anything.” Studying the passage ahead of me, I inhaled the crisp air for signs of Mila. “If you remain here, you’ll have dozens of wulfkin on your trail, ready to tear you to shreds—”

He narrowed the gap between us, his square shoulders stiff.

“Or, you can help me find M ... the wolf girl, and return with me to the pack to explain yourself.”

His ravenous gaze remained on me, searching for who knows what. Every hair stayed in place, despite his bleeding wounds, and a smile was on the verge of breaking the edges of his mouth. Maybe he was only a hungry wolf ready to pounce on his prey.

A train-car-sized load of words bubbled on my tongue, mostly threats, but when a single howl in the distance broke the morning silence, every thought vanished.

My head snapped up. Nicolai. Mila.
Police sirens rang out above the drone of the highway.
“We better get out of here,” the other wulfkin said.
My heart bounced against my rib cage, and I ran past him. No! Please, no.
The rain, now sudden and fast, drenched every part of me, filling my boots and threatening to bowl me over.

 

ENRE


“We’re on the same team here. Shall I carry your carpet?”

She responded with a frown and tucked the rolled-up rug under her arm.

I took that as a no. “Let’s move.” I didn’t wait for her response and slid into the shadow alongside the cobblestone buildings, slinking closer to the station. Faint steps fell into a rhythm behind me.

She brushed past me, turned, and pressed a finger into my chest. “Fine, but try anything, and I’ll rip your heart out. We’re doing this my way. And I’m going first.”

I nodded, resisting the urge to draw her into my arms and kiss those pursed lips. She frowned and continued onward.
I followed her. Before we reached the entrance to the police station, Alena sneaked down a side alley and disappeared around the corner into the dark.
Closing in from behind, I curved right into the murky passage, my shoulders scraping the brick enclosure. I hurried in an awkward and angled walk-hop, trusting Alena knew where she was going. Against my better judgment, we were about to break into a prison. This was the police we were dealing with. But I doubted I’d have any luck in stopping Alena.

She halted and shifted my way. Within the cloak of the night, I barely distinguished the outline of her body.

“We’ll scale the wall and land in a small courtyard. Stick close. There are cameras, but since it’s only a holding cell, there’s a few spots to hide.”

Looking up, I stared at the circular barbed wire lining the top of the brick wall, and now the carpet made sense. Clever girl.

“Use the spot here.” She tapped the stone barrier. “There are a few broken bricks that should be easy to grab and step on while climbing. Anyway, make yourself useful.” She handed me the carpet, which was starting to unravel.

Her ascent appeared effortless, scaling the wall as quickly as a squirrel dashing up a tree. A tasty squirrel, for that matter. Reaching the top, she stuck her arm toward me. I handed her the carpet, and in slow motion, she placed it on the barbed wire. Testing her device a few times by pushing down on the carpet in several places, she climbed higher and carefully lifted one leg over and then the

Following suit, I used the irregularities in the wall as Alena suggested, but my progress was slower since my thigh quivered each time I pushed myself off it. After two attempts to get my wounded leg over the barbed wire and slicing my jeans near the knee, I took a deep breath and tried again. I clenched my jaw, ignored the pain, and threw my leg onto the other side. Straddling the wall with only an old carpet between barbed wire and my jewels, I slipped my other leg over and hopped down on the other side. The stinging pain of my injury throbbed, and I rode the wave of agony for a few seconds until it eased. Why was I doing this again?


 
 

ENRE

Her head snapped up, and those tantalizing eyes widened. Did she sense it too? I’d heard of wolves sharing a connection when they found their soul mate, but not wulfkin. Mainly, I believed the myth was a romantic story created by females. Except, a tornado was whisking through my veins. Before I knew it, I was brushing away the few strands of hair caught at the edge of her luscious mouth. Shivers developed at the base of my gut and spread through me. Every thought vanished from my mind, replaced by one: getting closer to Alena.

Instead of pushing me away, she closed her eyes and leaned into my touch, her curvaceous chest heaving with each inhale. Silence embraced us, and the charge in the room became electric. Following my instinct had gotten me far in life. This felt right.

Sliding my fingers to the back of her head, I drew her into a kiss and parted her soft, warm lips with my tongue. Her lavender scent spread inside me with a blaze while her arms encircled my neck, and she lifted herself to her knees, pressing closer. Our breathing grew heavier, faster, synchronized. I cupped her bottom and squeezed gently. In one swift move, I had her on my lap. Her legs molded around my waist. I ignored the twinge of discomfort in my thigh.

Tugging at her sweater, I tore it off.

 
Author Bio:

T.F. Walsh emigrated from Romania to Australia at the age of eight and now lives in a regional city south of Sydney with her husband.  
Growing up hearing dark fairytales, she's always had a passion for reading and writing horror, paranormal romance, urban fantasy and young adult stories.  
She balances all the dark with light fluffy stuff like baking and traveling.

  
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Book Blitz: Breaking the Story by Ashley Farley




Breaking the Story
Ashley Farley
Publication date: March 17th 2016
Genres: Adult, Suspense
Passion, peril, and a scandal that will rock American politics.

Scottie Darden’s life is a disaster. Her marriage has become toxic, and her career as a photojournalist has stalled out. To attract the attention of the main players in the news industry, she needs a standout story with a unique perspective. What she finds is a scandal that could turn the 2016 presidential election upside down. But before she can release her damaging images to the media, Scottie must uncover the truth behind the photographs. She turns to handsome mystery man Guy Jordan for help. When they join the campaign trail in search of answers, their investigation quickly becomes deadly.

Hop on board for a wild ride of adventure where desire ignites, lives are threatened, and secrets are revealed.

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Excerpts for Breaking the Story

Her cell phone lit up on the seat beside her, and Brad's name appeared across the screen. She reached for the phone and powered it off. The next time she communicated with him would be through an attorney.

Scottie contemplated her options for a place to spend the night. Already approaching the fifty-mile mark, she couldn't drive much farther on her spare tire. Her best friend, Anna, had been avoiding her since Christmas, since Scottie had inadvertently placed Anna's husband in danger of losing his medical license. The rest of her friends would undoubtedly be spending quiet weekends at home, nursing their babies and making love to their husbands. She could drive to Church Hill to her brother's house, where she knew she'd find a sympathetic shoulder to cry on. But Will would want all the details, and she wasn't ready to give voice to her drama. Tonight, she needed time alone to think. Tonight, she needed to drink tequila.

She took a right-hand turn onto the Boulevard, drove one block, and then turned left onto Franklin Street. She parked under the portico in front of the Jefferson Hotel, handed her key to the valet, and went inside to the front desk. After booking the cheapest room available, she wheeled her suitcase around the corner and rode the elevator to the third floor. The consolation prize to having the smallest room in the most luxurious hotel in the city was the stunning view overlooking downtown Richmond.


###


Guy navigated his way through the crowd to where Scottie was seated. "Well now, isn't this a coincidence?" he said.

She looked up from her martini. "Unless, of course, you're stalking me."

"Ouch. Hostile." He took a step back. "What happened to you in the hours since we last met?"

She jabbed at the olive with the pick in her martini. "Trust me, you don't want to know."

"Oh, but I do," he said, placing his hand over his heart. "The way I remember it, you owe me a drink for changing your tire. You even said you should buy it."

"All right, fine." When the woman next to her got up and left, Scottie extended an empty hand to the barstool. "You might as well sit down. I'll buy you a drink. Then we'll be even."

Guy slid onto the bar stool and signaled the bartender. "I'll have a Dewars on the rocks. And bring the lady another of whatever she's having." He glanced down at her glass. "What are you having?"

"Tequila martinis. My third."

"Whoa. What's with the serious mood? You might as well tell me. I'll keep guessing until you do."

She drained the last of her drink and set the glass down on the bar. "Trust me, you don't want to hear this drama."

"Why don't you let me make that decision?"


###


"But you have to admit I'm right. Reporters have scrutinized every aspect of the candidates' lives. They've investigated them from every angle. As parents and politicians. Their personal convictions and work ethics. Thanks to the constant media coverage, the American people already know everything there is to know about our nominees. And they've photographed them every which way but naked."

Guy burst into laughter. "I think you've identified your opportunity for a big break. I can see it now— photographs of Catherine Caine in the nude going viral on every social media outlet in the country."

Her eyes twinkled with excitement. "And you, Mr. Secret Service Agent, are just the man who can sneak me into her hotel room."

His face grew serious. "I never said I worked for the Secret Service. That is something you"—he pointed at her —"conjured up in your own mind. If you want to know the truth—"


###


Without taking time to consider the ramifications of her actions, Scottie rose from her hiding place, focused her zoom lens, and held the shutter button down while her camera captured the embrace, the kiss, and the subjects' shocked expressions in one continuous stream of photographs.

When he finally noticed Scottie, Shorty yelled, "Hey! What do you think you're doing?"

Scottie took off running toward the street. "Get that girl! Don't let her out of your sight!"

Author Bio:

Ashley Farley is a wife and mother of two college-aged children. She grew up in the salty marshes of South Carolina, but now lives in Richmond, Virginia, a city she loves for its history and traditions.

After her brother died in 1999 of an accidental overdose, she turned to writing as a way of releasing her pent-up emotions. She wrote SAVING BEN in honor of Neal, the boy she worshipped, the man she could not save. SAVING BEN is not a memoir, but a story about the special bond between siblings.

HER SISTER'S SHOES—June 2015—is a women's novel that proves the healing power of family.

Merry Mary—October 2015—a holiday novella, a young woman longing for a child stumbles upon a Christmas miracle.

BREAKING THE STORY is scheduled for release on March 17, 2016. A romantic political suspense. Passion. Peril. And a scandal that will rock American politics.

 
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Release Day Blitz: Deliverance by Kristy Centeno

 
 
Deliverance
Kristy Centeno
 
Genre: NA/Paranormal
Publisher: Inkspell Publishing
Date of Publication:  March 19, 2016
 
ISBN: 978-1-939590-78-7
ISBN: 978-1-939590-79-4
ASIN: B01BUIBA7C
 
Number of pages: 327
Word Count: 119,000
 
Cover Artist: Nagla Qamber


Book Description:
 
He’s been locked away his entire life.
 
He dreams of freedom.

The only way he can accomplish his goals is by breaking free of the chains tying him to a dark past and gloomy existence. But there’s one catch. He’s not human.

And he’s never set foot outside his jail.


Devoted to saving his peers as well as his own life, he sets out to find the one person that can help him achieve his objectives. He knows where she will be and what she will look like, but what he doesn’t anticipate is the fact he finds himself caring for the girl whose life he’s put at risk, more and more each day.
 
He has no name.
 
 
He has only known hatred and violence before her.

However, she will teach him to have faith in humanity, even if she can’t trust him.

Together they will embark on a journey to bring down a corrupt system responsible for the loss of many innocent lives. But when he finds his feelings compromised, can he still move on knowing that doing so will put an end to the life she once knew? How far is he willing to go to be free?
 
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Excerpt 1:
The guards run from room to room in an attempt to place the breach in security. They use their radios to contact every floor and ask where the break has occurred. They receive a reply within moments, confirming nothing is amiss. They will not find a breach because there is none. It was set off as a  means of distraction. Samuel approaches and lands a hand on my right shoulder. He calls to me, but I ignore him. He pulls on my shoulder. I resist.
Now, Tiger!
I open my eyes, turn slightly to my right, and slam my elbow into his face. Samuel falls on his knees, clutching his bleeding nose. I bolt. Using what little strength my body has managed to retain, I run toward the glass window at the end of the hall. The pain is all but forgotten as adrenaline kicks in.
Bullets whizz past me, hitting the walls, light fixtures, doors, and the tiled floor. Most fly over my head. One grazes my left arm, but I use the momentum I’ve gained to propel my body onward.
Gerard yells to the men to stop me, but it’s too late. I pick up speed, pushing my injured body beyond its current capabilities. My target is in sight. I lock my keen eyesight on the window, and crash into it a few heartbeats later. The glass panel breaks apart instantly. I freefall for about a second before maneuvering my body so I’ll land on my feet. Shards of glass accompany me on my way down.


Excerpt 2:
I pull open the driver’s-side door, only to have it brusquely shut by a rather large, pale hand. Startled by the suddenness of the man’s appearance, I shift to my left and come eye to eye with a bulky-looking individual with dark brown eyes, and a scar that traces a fine line from his upper lip all the way down to his chin.
“Don’t attract attention, missy.” He sneers at me.
I glance down at the feel of something hard poking my ribcage and find, much to my horror, that he’s leveled a gun at my stomach. Most of the weapon is concealed by a khaki trench coat he wears.
“Keep your pretty little mouth shut and all will sail smoothly,” he warns, standing rigidly beside me. He glances briefly over the roof of the truck. “Tiger. Hello there, my dear old friend. Didn’t take you long to make friends, huh?”
I grow stiff. So these are the psychos that are after Tiger.


Excerpt 3:
She coerces my lips open with her tongue. I oblige, shutting my eyes to revel in the barrage of sentiments borne of her actions. For once, I allow myself the luxury of being consumed by an emotion I can hardly keep under wraps.
A craving unlike any I’ve ever felt before rises and quickly becomes my biggest enemy. I’m overwhelmed with the need to caress Kristina—to lure her in and keep her tightly clutched against my chest. I want so much more than to sit still as her tongue invades my mouth, gently stroking my own.
My body betrays me in a very physical way. In my confusion, I’m apprehensive as to how to proceed. Where do I go from here? I wrestle with my desire to explore her body, and her specific requirements to keep my appendages where they won’t come in contact with any part of her anatomy.
Not easy to do with our mouths joined, and Kristina so painfully close to me.


About the Author:

Kristy Centeno is the author of the Secrets of the Moon saga and Keeper Witches series.

She has always had a passion for books and after years of being an avid reader, she decided to transform her desire to write into a reality and thus, her first novel was born. When she’s not busy taking care of her five children or holding down the fort, she finds time to sit and do what she loves the most: writing.

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Rewriting the Rules is Romantic Standalone by S. Moose, BUY NOW!!!!

 

Rewriting the Rules is Romantic Standalone by S. Moose, 

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Rewriting the Rules
  
Off limits. Stay away.
Don't even think about it.

I know the rules.
I repeat them endlessly in my head.
But damn it, I can't stay away.
Can't stop thinking about it. About her.

She's perfect. Beautiful. Exceptional in every way.
When in the world did she grow up?
No! I refuse to touch her. I won't do it.
But I did. Just once.
And now. I want more. So much more.
Once I've set my mind to something, nobody can stop me.
Not even him. Screw him.
He's just my best friend.
She's just his little sister.

Rules are meant to be bent.
Broken. Hell, rewritten.
How bad can it be?
 
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Friday, March 18, 2016

Release Day Blitz: The Domville ​8​ by C.J Fallowfield ​



The Domville
(The Domville #8)


by



Release Date: Mar 18th
 

 

 

 
The Domville 8

 No one knows what goes on behind closed doors Camilla Domville, heiress to The Domville chain of six star hotels, was used to the finer things in life. Up until now she’d only ever truly wanted one man in her life, a man who didn’t want her in return. A man who made that abundantly clear. Not used to rejection, Camilla heads to London to confront him one final time, in the hope of convincing him that they were the perfect couple, only to have her head turned by a handsome stranger at the bar. That one encounter soon leads to an ongoing passionate affair, Camilla believing that she really has met the man of her dreams.


Matt Taylor knows he’s hit the jackpot with the hotel mogul’s daughter, but he’s hiding a substantial secret from her. When Camilla finds out the truth how will she react, or more importantly how will Mr. Domville react when he discovers his precious daughter isn’t the pure and innocent virgin he thought her to be.

 Will Camilla get her happy ever after, or will it all end in tears?


 The Domville 8 is the 8th in a series of self-contained hot erotic reads, set in the exclusive six star hotel chain. 

 Warning – This is an erotica series, which is sexually driven. Not all of the novellas in this series will feature a happy ever after.

 This novella contains explicit adult sexual content and is suitable only for those aged 18 and over.




 








No one knows what goes on behind closed doors

Sam Michaels, the handsome, hot, and charismatic lead singer of international

sensation Nevada 6, is learning to spread his sexual wings. After breaking up

with his long-term girlfriend at the insistence of his agent, so fans believe

they stand a chance of snaring their idol, he’s testing the water when it comes

to taking advantage of his new found freedom. Will his fame and obvious appeal

turn him into another sex crazed pop star, or will he put his heart before his

image when he hooks up with rebellious and straight talking Lexi Clarke and

sparks between them fly?

The Domville 1 is the first of a series of self-contained hot erotic

reads, set in the exclusive six star hotel chain.

Warning – This is an erotica series, which is sexually driven. If you’re after

romance and a happy ever after, then I’d suggest trying one of my erotic

romance novels instead.

This novella contains explicit adult sexual content and is suitable only for

those aged 18 and over.








 






The Domville 2
No one knows what goes on behind closed doors

Lisa Roberts was about to experience the happiest day of her life, at least that’s what everyone kept telling her. She was getting married in the morning, to her childhood sweetheart, Brady Collins. Brady was the man who took her virginity, who treated her like a delicate, rare and precious flower. She loved him. She couldn’t remember a time that she hadn’t loved him, but part of her wondered if this was it. If their tender love making and harmonious relationship was as good as it got. They sailed along on smooth waters, with barely a ripple to disrupt the flow. Shouldn’t love be choppy, blinding, scorching, passionate, volatile and dangerous? Leaving you unable to breathe when you were apart? Clinging to each other in the eye of the storm?

A chance meeting with a sexy guy at a bar, while she pondered her fate, challenged everything Lisa had ever believed in. Was Brady really the man of her dreams, or could an abandoned night with a stranger far exceed them?

The Domville 2 is the second of a series of self-contained hot erotic reads, set in the exclusive six star hotel chain.

Warning – This is an erotica series, if you’re after a happy ever after, then I’d suggest trying one of my erotic romance novels instead.

This novella contains explicit adult sexual content and is suitable only for those aged 18 and over.
 







 
 

The Domville 3

No one knows what goes on

behind closed doors

 Mandy Roberts isn’t looking to settle down. She’s single, financially secure and liberated when it comes to sexual conquest equal opportunities. As a makeup artist for a major production studio, she comes into regular contact with good looking celebrities and takes advantage of those connections for her pleasure. When she stays at The London Domville for her sister’s wedding, the hotel’s piano player catches her eye and it seems she has her weekend of frolics sorted. The groom’s best friend, Rampant Roger, who has secretly held a torch for Mandy for years, has other ideas though. Will he finally step up to try and claim her, or will Mandy bypass him in favor of her current sexual freedom?

 The Domville 3 is the third of a series of self-contained hot erotic reads, set in the exclusive six star hotel chain.


Warning – This is an erotica series. If you’re after a happy ever after, then I’d suggest trying one of my erotic romance novels instead.

 This novella contains explicit adult sexual content and is suitable only for those aged 18 and over.


 
 
 
 
 
 
The Domville 4

No one knows what goes on behind closed doors

Charles Ponsonby III has lineage that dates back to the War of the Roses. A successful merchant banker, he works in the Far East, securing and managing high net worth clients for his prestigious firm. Moving from one Domville hotel to another, rarely returning home to England, he seeks his pleasure where he can find it. He has resolved to keep his sexual encounters casual in each city. While in Hong Kong, his self-control is tested by a stunning maid assigned to his suite, who plays hard to get. By the time he gets her between his sheets, he’s fallen for her harder than he ever expected. But are her feelings for him genuine, or does she simply see him as her golden ticket to a future in England?

When hidden truths are finally revealed it changes everything for him.

The Domville 4 is the fourth in a series of self-contained hot erotic reads, set in the exclusive six star hotel chain.

Warning – This is an erotica series. If you’re after a happy ever after, then I’d suggest trying one of my erotic romance novels instead.

This novella contains explicit adult sexual content and is suitable only for those aged 18 and over.
 
 
 
 

 


The Domville 5
No one knows what goes on behind closed doors

The Shrewsbury Domville sits proudly in the middle of the rolling Shropshire hills. Affluent tourists converge on the hotel in peak season, looking to explore the historic town and breath-taking countryside and experience gastronomic delights in nearby Ludlow. The last thing you’d expect to find in this quintessential British setting, was the home for the largest monthly swinger’s meeting in England. Couples and singles alike descend on the sleepy town for the first weekend in every month, looking for new sexual experiences or companions. When Anthony and Tracy Hodgins hear of this and decide to spice up their routine sex life, everything changes.

But was it for better, or worse?

The Domville 5 is the fifth in a series of self-contained hot erotic reads, set in the exclusive six star hotel chain.

Warning – This is an erotica series. If you’re after a happy ever after, then I’d suggest trying one of my erotic romance novels instead.

This novella contains explicit adult sexual content and is suitable only for those aged 18 and over.

 



 
 

 
The Domville 6
No one knows what goes on behind closed doors

Toni Bradbury was looking forward to a night in The London Domville’s ballroom, but with a healthy dose of trepidation. It was her ten year University reunion. Ten years since she’d last seen Finian Delany. Just the thought of him made her heart race and palms sweat. Best friends from the moment they met in college and inseparable throughout University, it was astonishing that they’d never once ended up in each other’s beds. It wasn’t for lack of attraction that was for sure. With his sexy Irish lilt, wild untameable dark locks, eyes as stormy blue as the Celtic sea he’d grown up near, Finian was the guy all the women wanted. Finian was the guy all the women got. Except for Toni. She’d always wondered why, but never asked. Too embarrassed to have it confirmed that of all the girls in the world, she was the only one he wasn’t attracted to.

Once they graduated he moved to Dubai, to work as an Architect, promising to keep in touch. But she never heard from him again. Until last month. She’d declined the reunion invitation, but when Finian told her how much he was looking forward to seeing her again, her heart had skipped a few beats. She’d never got over her crush on him, but she was still full of anger at how he’d left things. Toni made up her mind there and then, she was going. Not only that, she was going to find out why he’d never slept with her or called her again.

Sparks fly when the former friends reunite. But would those sparks reignite their friendship, or burn it forever.

The Domville 6 is the sixth in a series of self-contained hot erotic reads, set in the exclusive six star hotel chain.

Warning – This is an erotica series, which is sexually driven. Not all of the novellas in this series will feature a happy ever after.

This novella contains explicit adult sexual content and is suitable only for those aged 18 and over.
 
 
 
 

 



No one knows what goes on behind closed doors

Devon and Nadja book a romantic long weekend at The Paris Domville, to celebrate their anniversary of two years dating. Sharing that weekend with someone else wasn’t on either of their agendas when they set off from their home town of Manchester, but when one of the sexy male masseuses openly flirts with Nadja, Devon confesses that he’s always had a fantasy of seeing her with another man. Initially insulted at the idea, after a very erotic dream that night, of Devon watching her with a virtual stranger, Nadja nervously agrees.

When a couple invites someone else to their bed and all expectations are surpassed, can their relationship survive it? Or will it develop into something completely different instead?

The Domville 7 is the seventh in a series of self-contained hot erotic reads, set in the exclusive six star hotel chain.

Warning – This is an erotica series, which is sexually driven. Not all of the novellas in this series will feature a happy ever after.

This novella contains explicit adult sexual content, including a ménage with a M/M scene, and is suitable only for those aged 18 and over.



 

C.J. Fallowfield is an #1 Amazon bestselling author of contemporary humorous erotic romance novels.

Her alter ego, Charlotte Fallowfield, writes contemporary romantic comedy novels.

CJ is from the United Kingdom and is half French. She lives in the wonderful countryside of Wales, surrounded by rolling hills, trees and fields full of sheep and cows. Her writing aids include chocolate, Ben & Jerry's and copious amounts of coffee, wine or cider. Reading was her main pastime, until she discovered the joy of creating hot, erotic, romantic fiction, but she still tries to set aside time to indulge her appetite for steamy reads by other authors too.
 
 
 
    
    

 
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