Guest Release – Jenny’s Voice by Pandora Spocks


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The Basics:

Title: Jenny’s Voice (Redheads & Ranchers Book 1)

Release Date: February 12, 2019

Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance

Heat Level: Erotic

Word count: 77,897

Author: Pandora Spocks


Until release day, JENNY’S VOICE is available for the pre-order special of 99¢, exclusively at Amazon!

A traumatized young woman held hostage for years.
The rancher who comes to her rescue.
The crime boss who will kill them both if he finds them.

Jenny Stone’s voice was silenced the horrific day ruthless crime boss Victor Sorkin executed her parents in cold blood and took her as his personal good luck charm.  Now she’s his ‘pet’, at his mercy when he summons her to warm his bed.  Or the beds of his more esteemed business associates.

When she sees her chance to escape, she takes it, hitching a ride with an unsuspecting cowboy, horse trainer Cole Caldwell.  Cole’s stunned to find the terrified young redhead hiding in his horse trailer.  She’s as skittish as some of the horses he works with, and she doesn’t even speak.  But the nurturer in him wants to shelter her, to protect her.  He’ll do his best to ignore the attraction he feels, content to help her know she’s safe with him.

When Jenny first escaped, her only thought was to get away.  But now she’s worried.  She’s put Cole in unspeakable danger.  Should she leave before Victor finds them?  Could it already be too late?

If you like your romance filled with hot cowboys, suspense, and happily-ever-afters, you’ll love JENNY’S VOICE.

JENNY’S VOICE is Book 1 in the Redheads & Ranchers Series. 
Sexy redheads and the ranchers they can’t resist.
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JENNY’S VOICE Official Book Trailer:


As he walked into the house, he was immediately surrounded by the tantalizing aroma of something cooking. He set down the bag and followed Jenny into the kitchen. The first thing he noticed was the table, set for two, a pretty bouquet of field flowers arranged in a Mason jar in the center.

He looked to Jenny, who was carefully watching his reaction. “What’s going on here?” He smiled encouragingly. “And what smells so good?”

Jenny used a folded kitchen towel to remove something from the oven and set it on the stove. Cole peered into the dish, where golden chicken breasts sizzled in a thin sauce.

“That looks amazing, Jenny. What is it?”

Her board was lying facedown on the counter. She picked it up and showed him what she’d already written on the other side. Chicken piccata.

“Chicken piccata? I had all the stuff to make that?”

Jenny nodded proudly.

Cole squinted, looking more closely at the dish. “What are the little burned peas-looking things?”

Jenny rolled her eyes. She jotted on her board. Capers.

“I had capers? Where the hell did I get capers?”

She shrugged and hooked a thumb at one of the upper cupboards.

“Oh, it must have been in that basket one of my clients gave me for Christmas.” Cole shook his head. “All sorts of fancy shit— I mean stuff.” He looked at Jenny. “Sorry about that.”

Jenny grinned, then jotted quickly, You can say shit. I’m a big girl. She laughed lightly.

Cole laughed, too. “Good. Well, shit! Yeah, that feels good.”

Waving with her hand, Jenny gestured toward the table.

“Is dinner ready?” Cole asked, and she nodded.

“Alright, let me go wash up and I’ll be right back.”

Cole headed upstairs. As he washed his hands, he wondered about how Jenny had created such a dish with the simple things he kept at the house. She seemed pleased with herself, too. Quite a difference in her from the first time he’d seen her in the back of the horse trailer.

He sighed to himself. They were making progress, and he found that gratifying. Would it be possible that one day she’d decide to talk to him?

When he returned downstairs, the chicken was arranged on a platter. Jenny had placed a bowl of salad on the table, along with a bowl of rice. She’d poured Dr. Pepper for herself, while at his place she’d set out a bottle of Heineken.

“I know this is the fanciest dinner this table has seen in years,” Cole said, sitting in his chair. “We have a centerpiece and everything. You picked these?”

Pleased, Jenny nodded as she took her seat.

“They’re beautiful. The purple ones match your dress and everything.” He smiled at her. “You look pretty tonight.”

Jenny blushed profusely and looked down at her plate, trying to suppress a smile.

“Let’s dig into this fine dinner, what do you say?”

She nodded, and Cole took the platter, serving her first, then himself. They passed the rice and the salad as well. Cole took a bite of chicken and closed his eyes, savoring the flavor. When he opened his eyes again, she was watching him carefully.

“Oh my God, Jenny, this is the best thing I’ve ever tasted. How did you know how to make this?”

Jenny’s smile faded a bit and she hesitated. Then she jotted on her board. It’s a long story.

Cole regarded her thoughtfully. “Maybe you can tell me sometime.”

She chewed her lower lip. Maybe.

They ate in awkward silence for a few minutes, and Cole silently cursed himself for stepping into something that made Jenny uncomfortable. Wishing to restore their easy rapport, he cleared his throat.

“I know. You’re an undercover chef.”

She gave him a sideways glance and snorted.

Encouraged, he tried again. “You’re a secret chef, and you’re on a mission to educate dumb cowboys like me in the ways of international cuisine.” He drew out the last two words in an exaggerated drawl.

Jenny giggled, tossing her napkin at him.

Cole grinned good-naturedly. “It really is good, Jenny, no lie. Thank you for making dinner.”

After dinner dishes were cleared, Cole remembered the bag he’d left by the door. “Oh, Jenny, I almost forgot. I have a surprise for you.” He reached out his hand. “Come see.”

Her eyes widened, but she took his hand. He led her to the den and pointed at the couch. “Have a seat and close your eyes.”

She hesitated a moment, then sat down. She glanced up at Cole.


Pursing her lips, she complied, knee bobbing anxiously. Cole retrieved the bag and placed it on Jenny’s lap. “Okay, now you can open them.”

With a glance at Cole, Jenny peered into the bag. Brow knit in a frown, she withdrew a large brown cardboard box and set the bag on the floor. Eyeing him again, she lifted the lid and gasped.

Cole couldn’t stop the smile as Jenny picked up first one boot, then the other, eyes wide. Reverently, she ran her fingers across the purple embroidery.

“I figured, if you’re going to be working in the barn, you’re going to need some good boots. I saw these at the saddle shop and I knew they were supposed to be yours.”

She looked up at him as a smile spread across her face. Standing, she let the box fall to the floor as she came to him, a boot in either hand, and wrapped him in a hug.

“Do you like them?” Cole laughed.

Jenny stepped back and nodded vigorously. Then she pointed up the stairs.

“You want to try them on?”

She nodded again. Gathering up the box, the lid, and the bag, she hurried upstairs. From where he stood, Cole heard her moving around, drawers opening, the creak of her bed. Then came the clomp of boots on the hardwood floor as she came back downstairs, her face beaming.

She crossed to him, then back to the bottom of the stairs like a fashion model on a catwalk, rocking the new boots with her dress.

Cole couldn’t stop his grin. “How do they feel? Do they fit?”

Jenny nodded happily.

“Okay, then. Wanna go help me out in the barn?”

She nodded again, taking his arm as they headed out the door and across the yard. Every few steps, she looked down at the boots. Cole couldn’t remember ever feeling so pleased with himself.

The horses were waiting near the gate as they approached. Cole opened it, and he and Jenny watched them make a beeline for the barn. He looked at her. “You do the feed and I’ll do the hay?” he asked.

She nodded, heading for the buckets and feed cans at the end of the barn. As Cole lugged a bale of hay into the first stall, he started singing a cowboy song about not being buried on the lone prairie. When Jenny smirked at him, he winked and continued with more gusto.

By the time the horses were in their stalls with buckets of feed and fresh hay, Cole had started the song over, and Jenny was grinning broadly and shaking her head.

“What? Does my singing suck?” he asked.

She shook her head. No, it’s very brave, she jotted on her board.

“Brave?” he laughed. “That’s what they tell people who can’t sing.”

He took Jenny’s hand and twirled her around as he sang, pulling her to himself and launching into an impromptu waltz down the center of the barn.

Cole relished her giggles as he spun them both around, drawing out the final note. Breathless, they stopped, Jenny smiling up at him, her emerald eyes wide. Cole’s gaze drifted to her lips, pillowy and soft, no trace of the trauma that had once been there. He felt an almost irresistible pull, as though a magnet drew his lips to hers, but he blinked hard and spun her one last time before letting go.

“Who knew those were dancing boots?” he joked softly. When he looked back at her, he saw a glint of sadness in her eyes. She’d felt the same pull he had. But he knew he couldn’t take advantage of her. That wasn’t who Cole Caldwell was.

Author Bio:

Pandora Spocks is a sassy ginger and hopeless romantic, living her happily ever after in South Florida.  She enjoys reading and writing literary erotic romance. 

She is the author of the three-novel epic romance Rannigan’s Redemption, modern-day adult fairy tale Chasing Ordinary, and a naughty little romantic novella, Just One Night.  Her Dream Dominant Collection is a series of light BDSM stand-alone novels featuring sexy Alpha males and the strong red-haired submissives who can’t resist them.  The collection currently includes four novels: Luke & Bella, Lost & Bound, For Sparrow, and Warrior Mine.

Jenny’s Voice is the first book in the new Redheads & Ranchers series, a collection of stand-alone contemporary erotic romance novels featuring sexy ranchers and the redheads who ride into their lives and turn everything upside down.  Since they’re all stand-alone, you will be able to read them in any order.

Pandora is busy on her laptop, working on the next book in the series, Hunter’s Pride.

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Review – Paying Down Her Debt


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Kirishima Futaba is a new student to Tokyo University. While still trying to find her bearings about the school, she accidentally knocks over an expensive vase of the school’s Student Council President, Aikawa Yuri. The moment it plunges to the ground, she finds herself in a world that Futaba could never have imagined.

Yuri is a strikingly beautiful woman from a family of means. She seems to have it all, every comfort one could imagine, respect and authority, and a path to success. She also has something that she keeps hidden. Something that drives her to make a bargain with Futaba. She’s a futanari with an exhibitionist streak, and she is in desperate need of relief.

Freia Ricola does a lovely job of spinning a tale of two young women, in a unique situation. She balances out pleasing sexual scenes with a tale of two lovers finding what they crave most being available if they drop their preconceived notions of what they should be and accept how they really are. I really enjoyed this story and hope that Freia carries on this lovely duo into further adventures.

New Release – Fertility Ranch


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Now available on Amazon!

Aubrey has a dream, to live in the world of her kink. After months of research both into fertility and finding the funding for her little venture, Aubrey’s business is now open.

Here she hopes to host women who wish to become pregnant and the men who want to help them achieve that dream. For her, this place is destined to become a celebration of pregnancy and the raw desires it brings out. She’s still working out the kinks, making her plans and testing the facilities, but her ranch is open for business and business is pleasurable.

Join Aubrey on her tour through her ranch while she checks in on the status of several of her scenes and helps her customers to have the most pleasure she can possibly offer.

Guest Release – Tamed by Felicity Brandon


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He took her, he caged her, but can he truly tame her?

Lost in the woods, author Molly Clary is running for her life. After being trapped in the torrid dark world of Connor Reilly, Molly has made a desperate escape from the tantalizing torment, but little does she know what fate awaits her.

Connor is both a man and a monster, and in the depths of his depravity, something scintillating will bloom between them. Molly finds that she is falling for the sadist, a dangerous attraction that will take her right to the brink.

So, now it’s Molly’s choice. Can she manage the monster in order to lure the love of the man? A man who has already demonstrated just how cruel his sadistic streak can be?
And when the truth is finally revealed, Molly will need to decide. Where do her true loyalties lie?

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Tamed is the heart-stopping continuation of the dark romance, Taken. Molly and Connor’s liaison concludes in the hotly anticipated, Entwined.


Sexy Snippets:

A woman who proactively sought the kiss of her captor was no longer really a captive. Was she?

All there was now was Connor, the pain and the exhaustion.


Molly had no clue. She had no idea who she’d just fucked, or that by giving herself to him in any way, she was slowly selling her soul to a devil.


The poor little thing didn’t have a clue how far off the mark she was. Connor wasn’t tender. Connor was a monster.


That’s how she felt now, his completely, and nothing beyond that seemed to matter.

Connor had become the dark centre of her world. His perverted dominance was every inch as arousing as the heroes she’d penned, except that this hero was bigger, and stronger and extremely bad. In fact, he was really no hero at all.



Tamed Teaser


Excerpt 1

“You’re going to hurt me?” she probed, as she blinked up into the place she knew those green eyes were.
She didn’t know why she asked, because the answer was obvious. Of course, he was going to hurt her. He was going to make her suffer, and he’d try to break her if he could.
“You will be punished,” he assured her in an unnervingly gentle tone. “Then tamed, and trained to please me. And you will write for me.”
Connor’s hand touched her face in the darkness, those digits finding the hot tears which she had barely even realised were falling. Her own fingers fell from his jaw at the weight of his caress. As though they were acting on some type of reflex, they found his chest, and she pressed her small palms against his shirt. Drawing her hair back, his hand rested at her nape, holding her in place as he continued. “There were only ever two rules, pet. Do you remember them?”
He was close now. Molly knew that, even though her eyes had fallen closed at the sensation of his fingers. She could feel his breath against her face, the heat reminding her of the way he’d claimed her body just last night. Her eyes blinked open as she tried to compose herself. This was not the time for sensual memories, Molly, she rebuked herself. You’re about to get taken – again – by this monster. You need to do something. You need to kick, run, throw a punch… And yet, she already knew it was too late. She was falling deeper into his trap, even now as he spoke. It wasn’t his body holding her in place, but his mesmerising ability to capture her with his words.
“Pet?” He repeated, his tone expectant. “The rules?”
“To obey you, Master,” she parroted, as though she was answering a school test. “And to write for you.”
“There’s my good girl,” he purred, the hand at her neck drawing her face even closer to his body. “I knew you hadn’t forgotten.”
His tone was soft, but patronising, and a part of her wanted to raise her hand and slap him for mocking her. But that part was small and insignificant now, a remnant of the woman she used to be, before Connor Reilly crashed into her life. Now that same tone was all sexy and dominant. The voice of the man who commanded her. The voice of her Master.


Excerpt 2

Strapped down to the spanking bench, Molly’s legs were splayed wider than she expected, and her hips were raised by a pile of strategically placed blankets against the leather. She didn’t counter or even try to resist him. What would be the point? She was chained and helpless. Connor was physically stronger than her, and now that he was back in his own domain, he seemed larger than life again. There was no hope of getting away, and that meant taking whatever punishment he was about to dish out.
“I spent the entire drive here contemplating how best to punish you, pet.”
Connor’s voice jarred her from her miserable musings, and she turned her head toward it. He was stood there, dressed only in black jogging pants. His lean, muscular torso was on display for her to see, concealed only by his strong arms which were folded in front of his chest.
“Of course, I can spank you,” he went on. “I can paddle that delicious backside of yours to within an inch of your life, but I want more than that. I need it. I need to make sure you know what will happen when you defy me.”
Molly panted around the gag. Somehow, the thing hadn’t seemed so bad on the way home, but then she had slept through the whole thing. Now though, her jaw was aching already, and it had only been back in place for a few minutes. Her eyes locked with Connor’s, his resolve evident from just the briefest of connections. He was clearly telling her the truth. Whatever penance was to come, he had obviously spent a lot of time considering it. The thought was not reassuring.
“As such,” Connor continued. “I have concluded that your punishment should not just be about pain. It should be about pleasure too, or in fact, your complete lack of it.”
He shifted from his place beside her, stalking to one of the walls in front of her face. Molly strained her head to see what he was doing, her neck screaming at the contorted angle. Ignoring its plea, she caught sight of him collecting a few items. One was an ominous-looking wooden paddle, and another looked like some type of large, industrial vibrator. There was something else, too, but she lost sight of it as he passed by the side of her head.
Her face fell back to the leather, confusion shrouding her mind. Why did he need a vibrator? Was he going to torture her with orgasms? The thought sounded tantalizing, although if she knew anything about Connor, then she knew it wouldn’t be that easy. He’d already implied there would be no pleasure, so…
She pulled hard against the straps at her ankles and wrists. He’d hit her! The son of a bitch had hit her while she’d been thinking. She twisted her face right to try and catch sight of him, but all she could make out was his silhouette in her peripheral vision.
“First, we warm up this sweet behind,” he declared.
Molly saw the paddle rise into the air, her body tensing as he sent it to crash back against her ass again. Shrieking through the gag, Molly struggled again, her breaths coming out in short pants.
“Suck it up, pet,” he sneered as he landed the third swat. “Or let me put this in a way an American will understand. Your ass is quite literally mine. Mine to strike, mine to taunt, mine to fuck, and now I have it right back here where it belongs.”


Excerpt 3

“You will take my cock wherever I choose to put it.”
His voice was like thunder now, and her body trembled in response. As Molly submitted, she pressed her hot tears into the leather in front of her. It was a small act, but deep down he knew it meant something.
At the very least, she had conceded the point, and that was good enough for Connor. Emboldened by her reaction, his dick grew even larger. Ruthlessly, he drove the remainder of it into her arse, delighting at the shriek which the thrust provoked from Molly’s lips.
“Take it,” he demanded, easing from her, before plunging back again.
She called out, the sound morphing into a low sob at the back of her throat.
“This is what happens to naughty pets who run.”
He buried himself deep inside her tightest channel as he assessed her reddened face. There was no doubt she was sorry now. She certainly looked it, but it was too late. Far too late. And Molly had a lesson to learn.
“I could have made this good for you, kitten,” he growled. “I could have lubed you right up and made this a satisfying, sensual experience. But you…” Connor hesitated, delivering four fast thrusts in quick succession. “You could not be good. You chose to run from me.”
Molly was sobbing now, her face a hot mess based on his limited view.
“Bad pet,” he continued, slapping her right cheek. “That’s what you are.”
The impact made her gasp, her muscles clenching out of instinct.
“Tell me!” The command echoed around the dark walls. “Tell me what you are.”
She mumbled a humiliating reply through the small plastic ball. The sound made his balls tighten, driving him closer and closer to shooting his load deep inside her behind.
“Very bad,” he agreed as he thrust balls deep into her once more. “And bad pets get all their hole’s punished.”


Excerpt 4

“I hope it was good for you, pet,” he snarled as the scratch at his face stung in the cool night air. “Because that was the last time you’re ever going to strike me.”
She screamed at his words, but the sound coming from her lips sounded more like frustration, than terror. “But, it’s alright for you to strike me?” she snapped back, her head twisting toward him as he forced her a few meters back toward the waiting sedan.
“Of course,” he told her in a mocking tone. “You belong to me, pet. Remember? I will strike you when the need arises. To punish you, to train you. We’ve been all through this already, or at least I thought we had.”
“No!” she yelled, resisting his retreat as much as her bare feet would allow on the road. “Stop it, you fucker. I don’t want this!”
“Oh really?” he asked calmly as his back reached the edge of the car. “You don’t want this. Are you sure? That wasn’t what you were telling me in bed last night. You recall that, right? The time you practically begged to join me in bed, after you begged me to fuck you?”
Something in his questions seemed to resonate and for the first time since he’d pounced, Molly stopped fighting. Her body sagged against him, the rage inside her small frame apparently dissolving right in front of him.
“That was different,” she mumbled into her chest. “You were different.”
Connor glanced down at his little pet, surveying her as best he could in the darkness. Perhaps her accusation was accurate. He probably had seemed different the night he’d pleasured and fucked her. Certainly, he had felt different. But Molly didn’t understand the plan. Her captivity wasn’t just about pleasure – it couldn’t be. It was about training her, taming her, and making her into the thing he wanted. A pretty little pet who would suck his cock on command, right after she’d written their prose.
“The man who took you out here was the same guy who licked your sweet pussy, pet,” he informed her flatly. “Both men are me, and both are your Master.”
Molly threw her head back, slumping against his chest as though he’d just walloped her. “Please,” she begged. “Please, I can’t go back there with you. I can’t do this.”
She sounded distraught.
The notion pleased him, although she really had no idea what it meant to be broken. Not yet. But she would.


Author Bio and social links:

Felicity Brandon is a top 100 Amazon bestselling author.
She loves the darker side of romance, and writes sexy, suspenseful stories, with strong themes of bondage and submission.
You’ll find her either at her laptop, at the gym, or rocking out to her favourite music.

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Guest Release – Truth Untold by Isabel James


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Truth UntoldNow Available!

When lives are at stake, you can trust no one.

 A gruesome death …
 A teenager in the wrong place at the wrong time …
 A Mexican drug cartel that will stop at nothing to silence him …
 A mole inside the FBI keeps the cartel informed …
 A conspiracy that threatens to split the synthetic opioid market wide open …
 A very determined FBI agent’s relentless pursuit to decapitate the Quintana Roo …

John Dutton’s life hangs in the balance after he witnesses the gruesome death of his uncle, Arizona Senator, Frank Dutton, at the hands of the top assassin of the Quintana Roo cartel.

Unshakable in his quest to keep his family safe, he flees the murder scene and goes on the run. By a twist of fate, he is joined by a classmate and neighbor, Jessica Richards and his teacher, Claire Miller.
Now, the hunt is on and they can trust no one.

FBI Special Agent Zane Gordon followed in his father’s footsteps with one goal in life―to protect his country and keep it free from violence and crime. But the lucrative opioid epidemic has brought the violent Quintana Roo Cartel out of hiding and over the border.
Zane Gordon has a personal score to settle with them—one that has haunted him for years.

While Zane struggles to protect Claire, Jessica, and the Dutton family, the cartel masterminds and wages a campaign so violent that it will go down in history.

Death and destruction threaten to spiral Agent Gordon into a dark abyss of despair but he refuses to quit until John and his family are safe.

How does he anticipate their next move with a mole on the inside? And what price will others pay amid the chaos that explodes around them?

Get Truth Untold now and become entrenched in the first of a compelling and highly suspenseful series.

Truth Untold is the first book in the Zane Gordon suspense crime series.

We live in a world where much of the crime we experience and read about is often linked to the production, distribution, and sale of illicit drugs.

And the criminals who operate and rule these mega conglomerates? They are the notoriously violent drug cartels of Mexico and South America.

In this series Special Agent Zane Gordon confronts and does battle with the extremely malevolent operatives of the Quintana Roo in an effort to avenge the heinous crimes carried out against the victims and their families and bring a sense of justice to them all.

A few suspenseful snippets

The wail of police sirens split the air to mute the quiet hiss and crackle of the macabre scene now devoid of all life except for a fire that continued to burn and throw its hellish, pulsating light against the alley walls.

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“This is PTSD stuff. Once you see this horror, it gets seared into your consciousness. You live with it for the rest of your life. Sick motherfuckers. You have to be very, very fucked up to be able to do this to someone day in and day out.”

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The pungent smell of cordite suffused the air. He grabbed at the back of his head and waited for the pain. Still on his knees, Winston looked up and stared in shock. The unburnt vapors from the nitrocellulose propellant curled upwards from the residual hot gases that enveloped the Sig Sauer 9mm muzzle.

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As the words of her bald surrender washed him free of the chaos and doubt that had wasted him, the savagery that had assaulted his senses hours before began to stir and claw its way out of his blackened heart. Zane let go and lost himself, willingly, in Claire’s selfless embrace.

Truth Untold

Excerpt: Copyright©2018 Isabel James

Zane was busy preparing breakfast which allowed Claire to stare at him at leisure from where she’d taken a seat on one of the bar stools behind the counter. She gathered her courage together and popped the question that had been hanging in the air.
“How do you know who I am?”
Zane turned and addressed her head on. “It’s part of my skill set to know the names of strange people I find sleeping in my house.” His eyes lingered over her hair and lightly made-up face in a tacit acknowledgement of her transformation.
He returned his attention to breakfast. Claire squirmed. She felt slightly annoyed by her complete intoxication of the man whose practiced demeanour allowed him to ignore her like a rock.
“You don’t talk much, do you?”
“You mean you don’t know? Don’t tell me my mother hasn’t given you the entire history, recited in chapter and verse of my life? I would find that highly implausible if you said no.”
Zane didn’t bother to hide his irritation. He knew his mother well enough to know that she had a tendency to blather about his entire life to people she trusted. Knowing that his life was an open secret shouldn’t have bothered him, but it did. The fact that he was attracted to Claire Miller, who knew more about him than he did her, created an imbalance of power that he was not used to. Unwittingly, his mother had turned the tables on him.
“And you’re grumpy early in the morning,” she quipped with a smile that caused his heart to thump against his chest.
“You better wake up the kids. Breakfast is ready,” he ordered gruffly and began to set the table. He cast an annoyed look at her when she didn’t move. “Now, Ms. Miller.”
“Are you angry with me for some unknown reason?”
Before Claire could gather her senses, he was around the counter and dragged her unresisting body against his chest, slowly, to offer her the opportunity to resist.
“Your eyes are very expressive, Ms. Miller. It could get you into serious trouble. “His eyes blazed to watch as the tip of her tongue lick wet the fullness of her mouth and turn it into a glistening invitation. His resistance destroyed, he tilted back her head and grazed her waiting mouth with his thumb.
“So tempting,” he murmured, as he lowered his head to breach the space between them. In the split second that followed, their breath mingled before his lips captured hers in a deep, passionate kiss. They took freely and selfishly of each other, both starved for the sweet, succulent offering given up without conditions.
Claire pressed herself against the warm, hard planes of his body. When she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fate was sealed. He ended the kiss with a taste of her ear lobe and smiled to himself at the moans that crawled out of her throat.
“Get the kids, Ms. Miller,” he whispered then finished with a further examination by tickling the auricle of her ear with his tongue. Her surprised squeak echoed through the house, followed by the door of one of the bedrooms slamming against the wall as John came charging through.

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Author Bio and social links:

Isabel James is a pseudonym for two authors who collaborated to bring their readers tales of emotional and spiritual discovery in The White Pearl Series. Now, they’re spreading their wings to a different genre.

One is an Erotica Author who has achieved Bestseller status a few times with her Club Alpha Cove series, Linzi Basset. She writes stories that are dark, edgy and filled with suspense. For her, there’s nothing better than bringing fantasies to life and sensually enticing others inside their own imaginary world.

The other Author is a poet at heart and loves the nuances of wordplay. Like a true Artist, he paints a canvas with words, drawing you into his imagination, seducing you with their expressive beauty. He loves everything Shakespeare and draws his inspiration from the beauty of true passion and lust of life and love.

The day these two met, they discovered they had a writing chemistry. Their minds sparred and they converted their passion for words into a journey of discovery that happened without any conscious decision.

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