Thursday, April 26, 2012

Great new releases!


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Author: Diana DeRicci
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Heat Level: Erotic

Shar Brenna is a hard-working woman, a respected member of her witch Kin clan. At least until she's held under suspicion of arson by the local police for the demise of Mystic, a Kin hotspot for the witch clans in Granier Falls.

As clues bring dangers bearing down on her and more of her friends begin to look as though they are in jeopardy too, she must find out who was behind the fire and then face the hunters who are determined to capture a witch.

Fleeing has never been her style when fighting back is so much more satisfying.


It hit him hard and fast. The little girl he’d always known and had teased growing up, the young woman who’d made a name and a place for herself running her own shop was gone. A successful, beautiful, incredibly hot, vixen stood in front of him. And she was engaged.
A void exploded from inside of his chest. The woman he hadn’t known he wanted was already out of his reach.
Crystal blue eyes fringed in dark golden lashes lifted to his. Something surged between them, a spark, a lightning bolt. It didn’t matter, but he felt it. Blood rushed against his ears at the intensity, and he felt his cock pressing against his jeans, demanding. Her hair sparkled as the energy gathered around her. Both of them staring at the other in her small kitchen. Desire. It was in her eyes, in the tentative parting of her lips. Lips he suddenly had to taste.
His hands grasped her hips, his thumb knowingly fitting right over that damn tattoo. Just the thought of it being there made his heart race. He wanted to taste it so badly, craved to drag his tongue over the indent of her hip until she was mindless for him. She squeaked when he lifted her easily and sat her on the counter.
“Damn it, Shar,” he growled just before he claimed her lips. He pushed her knees apart and sank between them, holding her prisoner beneath his hands, his fingers anchoring her solidly before him. She gasped in shock, stiff and unyielding beneath him, those crystalline eyes wide with surprise staring at him. “Kiss me, Shar. Just this once.” Her breath panted against his mouth, turning his lust on its ear.
He had to have one before he realized his mistake and let her go. Forever.
She whispered a moan and he shuddered. Between one breath and the next, she went pliant, leaning into him, and he plunged between her succulent lips. The kiss was an assault, an all or nothing claiming. He couldn’t do this again. He knew that, but he had this moment and he wanted all of it. All of her.
She heated beneath him like gasoline thrown on a bonfire, the blaze of her own desire sinking into his flesh. It was seconds away from causing him a complete malfunction. Instead of pulling back, he wrapped his tongue around hers and caressed her until she made a hungry whimper deep down in her body. The pressure beneath his zipper became immediately painful at the low sound. Liquid desire licked at his nerves and he pressed harder, yanking her closer until her pelvis fit right against his cock, her legs wrapping around his body, mindlessly desperate for some kind of relief. His eyes crossed behind closed lids at the feeling of her.
Her ankles hooked behind his thighs, tugging him even tighter, pressing him urgently into the heat between her legs. The searing touch of her fingers surprised him with their heat as they traveled upward, framing his chest then his shoulders. He pushed into her palms when she dug her fingertips into his hair, grasping him as tightly as he held her.
He sucked on her lower lip, delving between the lush pair with a relentless rhythm, wanting to recreate the same tempo over and over, in many more ways, in more delicious places. She was sweet and seductive to his senses, her tongue dancing against his. She pulled him into her own mouth and suckled on him like a lollipop, her tongue dancing over his with wicked intent. He felt reasoning explode at the exquisite torture, imagining her mouth wrapped around his throbbing flesh and repeating until he couldn’t think of anything but the heaven she was giving him.


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Author: Anastasia Rabiyah
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance/ Interracial/ Vampire
Heat Level: Erotic
Warnings: Violence

Born into a life of poverty to a mother who doesn’t love her, Angela doesn’t have much hope. One night, a stranger offers her a few comforting words, but little does she know he will change her life forever. She struggles to make her own way, falls in love with a boy from school, and tries to dig herself out of the sad world she’s trapped in, but it all comes apart when that same mysterious stranger returns to claim her for his own. 


“Angela? Angela Harris?” A pleasant smile lit up his face. He came toward me, his arms outstretched. I wanted to back away, maybe step aside. This couldn’t be real. He crushed me in an embrace.
I stared up into those big blue eyes and awoke from my dark dreams. Tommy Davis was before me. And I was a wretched creature. A minute more and he would have been dead. I had followed him with the intent of killing him.
“Yes,” I muttered trying to keep my teeth hidden. “Yes, and you’re Tommy.”
“What happened to you? You never came back to class.”
“My mom died.”
“Oh God, I’m sorry to hear that. You look different... but good.”
“Yeah, you look just the same.” It was too much for me, the closeness of him. This big lug of a football player holding me, he was even cuter now that he’d aged a bit. And what was he thinking of me? What did I look like? My clothes were stolen from a dancer I had found on Park and Third. She was nearly gone, crack or heroin, I couldn’t be sure. Did I look like a streetwalker or maybe someone going out to a bar? I looked cheap.
“I have to go,” I said in a rush. “Big date and all.”
“Oh,” he said, a frown turning his lips down. His arms fell away and I wanted them back. I hadn’t even returned his hug. “Well, it’s good to see you again. Listen, I could give you my number. Maybe we could go out sometime.”
“Yeah, yeah that would be great.”
“Angela Harris,” he said, wistful. “I’ve been looking for you since high school. You just...vanished.”
Tears stung my eyes. I struggled not to let them fall. “I’m so sorry, Tommy.” I wanted to tell him I loved him, that I needed him now more than ever, but I couldn’t do that to him. I just couldn’t.
“You know, like when I’d be in a crowd and someone would walk by, I’d always be so disappointed when she’d turn and it wasn’t you.”
A tear dribbled down my cheek. I prayed he wouldn’t be able to tell is wasn’t clear, but pink and stained with blood. I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him. He balked at first, startled by my advance, but settled in and kissed me back. God, it felt so good, so real, not like any kiss Rory had ever pressed to my lips.
When I pulled away, I smiled at his look of confusion and wonder. “I’ve always loved you,” I blurted. “I want you to know that.”
His face crumpled like he might cry. He held me against him, and I closed my eyes, sniffling against this man who smelled so good and tasted even better. He should have been my husband. I should have had his kids by now. I didn’t think I could even have kids. “I gotta go.”
He nodded and held me tighter.
“Gimme your number. I’ll call.”
“Promise?” he asked.


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