A military alpha hero. A flirtatious vixen. A crazed game of seduction.
One pair of panties changed his life.
“I’m putting my panties in your back pocket. You have until two am to get them back to me. If you do, you will be rewarded. Handsomely.”
Those were the words Victoria Johnson whispered to Scott Harris after she stuffed a pair of lacy red panties into his back pocket. That was Tori’s favorite game: No strings attached sex. But he’d have to chase her first.
Years later, when Scott returns from Afghanistan minus one leg, he thinks the sexual games are over. His military career is over. Hell, his life is over.
But then Tori shows up in his hospital room as fiery and flirtatious as the day he left. It turns out she’s more than just a beautiful disaster with sexy red panties.
She may be trouble but she’s everything he’s ever wanted. Except for Tori, things are never that simple. Because Tori faces a tragedy of her own. An accident that rips her life apart, leaving her without sight and struggling to recover the woman she once was.
For Scott, Tori’s still the one he’s waited his whole life for. He’s done letting fate tear them apart. It will be a challenge to win her shattered heart once and for all.
Lucky thing Scott Harris never backs away from a challenge.
Chasing Fire is a full length romance with LOTS of steam and a HEA. Featuring a hot-as-hell alpha and a sexy artist who both have filthy mouths. Intended for a mature audience.
Tori’s heart pounded nervously as she walked down the hall toward Scott’s room. She may have gone home from the bar a week ago and cried herself to sleep worrying about him. She may have lied to Keith when he’d walked in that night and caught her sobbing. She may have spent the last week checking her phone every five minutes. She may have texted Shauna and asked her to drop some hints to Scott.
She quietly cracked open the door to his room. It was dark, and the blinds were drawn shut, and he lay sleeping. She shut the door gently behind her. It had been almost two years since she’d laid eyes on him. She crept closer to the bed, glancing him over. Slightly leaner, but still in impeccable shape. His facial hair was thick and unkempt, framed by a tube giving him oxygen.
He had some bruising and stitched cuts, but it didn’t detract from his looks at all, and she ashamedly thanked God the explosion spared his beautiful face; many of the men she’d passed in the hall were not as fortunate. She could see under the loose sheet where the mound of his left leg stopped and was missing.
An IV bag was hooked to his arm, which donned a new tattoo of what looked like a Spartan with some lettering on his forearm extending below the tribal on his bicep she was familiar with. She lightly touched his fingertips, leaned closer, squinting in the dark room to make out the words. It looked like Latin or Greek, but she wasn’t sure.
His hand gripped her wrist, yanking her down. Tori gasped, and her eyes bulged. He studied her for a moment. Gradually, his dark, cold expression faded, his grip loosened, and those soulful brown eyes softened. Her unease disappeared as a slight smile crept across his face.
They locked eyes, neither of them saying a word, barely breathing. He pulled her in close by the back of her neck and kissed her sweetly. Familiarity washed over her as his lips touched hers, and a soft moan escaped her mouth.
“Hey, you,” Scott said, his voice hoarse. He had the sultriest look in his eyes, slightly tainted with the weight of all he’d endured. He kissed her gently once more and caressed her cheek.
“Hey, Sailor.” She pulled back and studied him.
“You’re a sight for sore eyes.” His eyes raked her up and down. “You cut off your hair?” He tugged a strand of her blonde waves between his fingertips.
She tucked it behind her ear and fiddled with her earrings. Her mouth quirked up as her eyes darted to the mound under the sheet. “You cut off your leg.”
His face broke into a wide grin, and he laughed loudly, which made him cough and wheeze. “Touché.”
Tori loved the way his eyes creased in the corners when he was amused. He carried a perpetually pissed off look that some would be intimidated by, but it was that impish grin that brought out the playful Scott, the Scott she’d met that night in the bar. God, he looks good.
“Sorry I startled you, was checking out the new ink.” She nodded to his arm. “I like it. It’s sexy,” she added with a playful wink. “Although I have no idea what it says.”
“Molṑn Labé,” Scott replied. “It means ‘come and take them’,” he explained further. “Legend is that Xerxes, king of Persia, demanded the Spartans surrender their weapons, and King Leonidas responded with this phrase.”
“Defiant.” Tori wrinkled her nose. “I like it.”
He chuckled. “Speaking of ink, I noticed from your photo you had some yourself.”
“Yeah.” She turned and lifted her little blue casual dress, exposing a purple, lacy thong with the red lips on her right cheek at the hip. “Got this and another one I like even more.” She traced the lines of her tattoo.
“Another?” His brow arched. “I’m not sure what can top saying kiss my ass.”
She smiled. “You’ll see it sooner or later,” she said coyly. “When you’re up to it.”
“Now you have me intrigued.”
“Good.” She grinned.
Tori pulled up a chair and sat next to his bed, kicking her feet up on the side lazily. She folded her arms across her chest, heaving a big sigh. He looked down at her sandaled feet, fiddled with her toe rings, and traced his fingers over the feathered tattoo wrapping her ankle.
“So how have you been?” He rubbed her calf with his rough hand.
“Better than you, I presume,” she said kindly with a long breath. “I’ve been good. Got into grad school at Georgetown next fall. Getting ready to move in with my friend Keith after graduation. He’s got a kicking job at the Smithsonian and has a small place in Georgetown. He’s renting me his spare room. I’m hoping he can put in a good word. My degree requires an internship at a museum next summer, right after I finish spring semester, either in London or New York.”
“Look at you, all grown up, going legit. I had no idea you had it in your bohemian blood. I’m impressed.”
“You should be. I’m kinda a big deal.” She made a silly face, crinkling her nose.
“So, who is this Keith dude you’re moving in with?” His brow wrinkled.
Tori tilted her head to the side, and a calm smile fell over her face. “Is someone jealous?” She let out a huge laugh as Scott rolled his eyes. “Keith is as gay as a row of pink tents.”
Scott laughed loudly, which made him cough again.
“Hungry?” she asked.
“Very. Food here sucks.”
“I figured.” She bent over and grabbed her suede purse with the fringes on it, digging through it.
“Fringes?” he teased her about her purse, as he did about most of her clothing all the time. “You are such a freaking hippie, Tori.”
“And you’re a wounded vet. Look how stereotypical 1960s we are.” She stuck her tongue out at him.
“Sneak in any cigarettes in there?” He nodded to her purse.
“You know I don’t smoke,” she smirked and added, “not cigarettes, at least. That shit will kill you.”
“So will explosions, but I’m still here.” He raised his palms.
She pursed her lips into a displeased scowl. From the sound of his lungs, the last thing he needed was a cigarette. She pulled out a large bag of chips. “Brought you some non-hospital food, Lieutenant Dan.” She tossed him the bag.
“Haha. Very funny.” Scott caught the bag. “Funyans. Fancy.” He opened the bag and popped one into his mouth.
“Oh, don’t act like they aren’t your favorite. I remember.”
“That you did.” He grinned smugly. “Burgers are also my favorite.”
“Hey! I’m a poor, starving artist living off my meager earnings from selling my paintings.” She leaned over and grabbed a chip from the bag and tossed it into her mouth. “That bag of chips was the last few dollars in my wallet”—she crunched on the chip—“and out of the goodness of my heart, I spent it on you. I probably won’t eat the rest of the week now.” She licked her fingers clean.
“Well, I guess I better share. I can’t have you starving all week. Get over here, beautiful.” He patted the mattress next to him.
The Queen’s Dance by Nicole Elizabeth Kelleher
“So much more than a sweeping fantasy romance…Kelleher brilliantly captures the exotic and magical world of the Fenrhi women. This is the enchanting, strong, romantic, and powerful rebirth of spirit that every lost soul craves.” ―Alexa Jacobs, author of Rising Ridge and The Dreamer
A sweeping fantasy romance perfect for fans of Lynn Kurland and Sharon Shinn.
To save a kingdom, she may have to sacrifice her heart.
Lady Claire is the brightest addition to the queen’s retinue, but she hides a secret that could change the fabric of Aurelia: she can foretell another’s fate. This curse has only brought her sorrow, and because of it, she vows never to give her heart to anyone. But Trian, a shy Aurelian Guard, has fallen hard for Claire, and when King Godwin assigns him to escort her across the realm, he jumps at the chance.
When they are thrown together, Claire discovers that Trian may be the one person who is immune to her powers, and friendship takes hold. Trian teaches her his unique way of seeing the world, and Claire tutors him in the healing arts. She realizes too late that she has done that which she promised she would never do: she falls in love.
Her greatest fear is realized when Trian is knocked down by deadly quarrels. His assailants transport Claire far from Aurelia to the foreign lands of Nifolhad. To return home, Claire will need to cross the most treacherous parts of the kingdom, from the merciless desert to cities where spies listen to every whisper. She allies herself with the women from the Fenrhi Temple, who possess powers beyond Claire’s comprehension. Their customs and secrets seduce her, while plots and machinations drag her into the very heart of the battle for Nifolhad’s throne.
If she ever hopes to return to those she loves, Claire must overcome the most perilous challenge of her life and embrace her curse as a gift.
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She’s unfulfilled. His urges don’t play by the book. Can a mysterious manor help them break free from the ties that bind?
Logan Archer is ready for a fresh start. After catching her hotshot lawyer husband screwing the secretary one too many times, the romance novelist takes a chance on an invitation to Blackstone Manor. She jumps at the opportunity to visit the mysterious haven of erotic exploration. But she never expected a freak storm to strand her there with her husband’s sexy business partner…
Daniel Masterson buries himself in work to keep his mind off his unique sexual appetites. His last girlfriend couldn’t handle it, but his partner’s wife seems game. As long as they can explore their fantasies without getting too attached…
As Blackstone Manor lowers their inhibitions, Logan and Daniel fight their budding emotions. But when they try to take things to the next level, how much are they willing to submit in the name of passion?
Ticket to Temptation is a hot and heavy romantic suspense novel. If you like steamy sex scenes with a hint of BDSM, mystical settings with a paranormal flavor, and characters looking for a second chance at love, then you’ll swoon for Lilith Darville’s sensual story.
The debut romantic suspense from Lilith Darville, Ticket to Temptation, is a new addition to the fabulous suspense tradition of Marie Force, Erika Wilde and Lexi Blake.
Lilith Darville is a contemporary romance writer and a maverick in motion. Her 20+ year romance with her beloved Hubster is the inspiration for the unorthodox beginnings and the enduring love of the stories she tells. She’s the author of a series of passionate contemporary romance tales and a sex ed column that can’t help but spice up and enrich your love life.
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Captive, Phantom Series 1.
In the city of sin, who will be saved?
Beckett Carter is a wealthy businessman with a secret, trying desperately to fit the image expected of him. Ella James is a crime reporter obsessed with her job, keeping everyone at arm’s length. They’re both broken, haunted by the ghosts of their pasts and the people they lost.
Where Ella uses her words to find justice, Beckett goes farther… much farther.
One night will bring their two worlds crashing together and change their future forever. When faced with Beckett’s darkness, can Ella show him the light?
Captive is book one in the Phantom Series. Perfect for readers who enjoy a steamy page-turner, the story is told from the perspective of both Beckett and Ella. No cliffhanger, their story will continue in books two and three of the series.
GUARDING HER HEART: A Renegade Love Bodyguard Novel (Book 1)
Released February 13, 2018
$2.99 on Amazon // Available on Kindle Unlimited
Trust me, even though I’ve had a silver spoon in my mouth since I was a fetus and have a world-famous pop diva as a sister, there is nothing I want more in the world than to fade into the background and live out my Law & Order fantasy of becoming a public defender.
The only problem is my dad won’t bankroll law school unless I spend the summer following my older sister on her arena tour, keeping her out of trouble and making sure she doesn’t have yet another embarrassing public meltdown. Now relegated to a glorified babysitter, I am stuck lugging my ten-pound LSAT prep books through hotel lobbies and taking practice tests in my sister’s dressing rooms.
Then I find myself caught in a love triangle with my sister’s arch nemesis, bad boy popstar Jordan James and Liam, my sister’s confusing and irritatingly gorgeous Scottish bodyguard. Too bad I’ve sworn off love after seeing my own parent’s train wreck of marriage end with heartache and misery.
I’m tired of living under my family’s careful rules and law school is my way out. I won’t let anything get in my way. I won’t let anyone close enough to break down my walls.
I have to guard my heart.
PROTECTING HER PRIDE: A Renegade Love Bodyguard Novel (Book 2)
Releasing March 27, 2018
$2.99 on Amazon // Available on Kindle Unlimited
Okay, sure, take a picture. I know you want to. Trust me, I’m used to it. I’ve been in the public eye since I was fifteen years old. And now a decade later, I am one of the most recognizable faces on earth.
But fame can sometimes come at a high cost. Like my recently discovered stalker intent on kidnapping and chopping me into a thousand pieces.
And I’m freaked out. So I call the only person who I know I can trust. The man who was like a father to me and who led my security team my entire career.
Except he’s also the man I fired eight months ago when I was drunk and upset that he had punched my boyfriend (not that I could really blame him, my boyfriend is kind of an idiot). So I decide to go back and beg him to come back and work for me. Except he’s now retired.
But he has another idea.
His son: Roman. My first kiss. My first love. My first everything.
The boy who I dumped two days before he was set to be deployed to Iraq. The boy who’s heart I broke. The boy who has cruelly haunted all my dreams ever since.
Except he’s not a boy anymore. No, he is most definitely all man. And while he agrees to help me out, be my bodyguard until my creepy stalker is captured, he obviously still hates me. And I can’t blame him. I hate myself, too.
But when my stalker starts to escalate, and I realize this threat is serious, Roman is the only one I can turn to. But how can I ever reveal the truth of why I had to break his heart seven years ago?
I have to protect my pride.
I am a lover of romance novels that feature strong heroines who know that the loves that may come into their lives are always the icing, and never the cake.
I have loved romance novels since I was a teen, sneaking them into my Bible studies at my all-girls Catholic school. I love strong heroines who know that the men that may come into their lives are always the icing, and never the cake.
Thanks to my own marriage, I have learned that the challenges of life can only help to make love stronger and I am grateful to my partner for embodying all the magic that love can offer.
When I am not writing or dreaming up new love stories, I am working in a retirement community outside of Boston that provides me with enough writing material for ten lifetimes.
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Sometimes I think the B in LGBT gets the short stick in romance. A lot of romance is monogamous, and if you only ever get to see a character with one partner, it’s easy to make assumptions about sexuality…much like in real life.
It sucks for actual bisexuals though, to have to spend so much time trying to explain to people why monogamy doesn’t negate sexuality, and the same could be said for our preconceptions going into a new book.
I mostly write m/m romance. A lot of the time it’s called gay romance, but when one of your characters is bisexual, does that tag apply? I’ve tried calling it same-sex romance with male partners, but that’s a mouthful and doesn’t make a very useful hashtag.
In my debut novel, The Pick Up, Kyle is a single dad who has moved back to his hometown. Kyle would tell you he’s not big on labels, but if you pushed it, he’d say he’s bisexual. He falls for Adam, his daughter’s teacher, who is gay. They make a cute couple, but when people in their small town see two men who are obviously together in public, I’m pretty sure the assumption is they’re both gay.
One of the things I heard in a lot of reviews for The Pick Up was that readers wanted to know more about Kyle’s relationship with Olivia, his daughter’s mother. Fortunately for those readers, I wrote a short story about the night Kyle and Olivia met. It’s sweet and fluffy, and if you read it without the context of The Pick Up, it would be easy to make assumptions about Kyle’s sexuality again. They call it ‘boy meets girl’ for a reason.
Obviously, romances that feature a menage or poly relationship get to show different sexualities in a single story, but for the rest of the stories, whether they’re boy meets boy or boy meets girl, meeting that special someone doesn’t change who you’ve always been. So I think I’m going to stick with my male partners tag, and let the sexuality speak for itself on the page.
The Pick Up
Kyle’s life is going backwards. He wanted to build a bigger life for himself than Red Creek could give him, but a family crisis has forced him to return to his hometown with his six-year-old daughter. Now he’s standing in the rain at his old elementary school, and his daughter’s teacher, Mr. Hathaway, is lecturing him about punctuality.
Adam Hathaway is not looking for love. He’s learned the hard way to keep his personal and professional life separate. But Kyle is struggling and needs a friend, and Adam wants to be that friend. He just needs to ignore his growing attraction to Kyle’s goofy charm, because acting on it would mean breaking all the rules that protect his heart.
Putting down roots in this town again is not Kyle’s plan. As soon as he can, he’s taking his daughter and her princess costumes and moving on. The more time he spends with Adam, though, the more he thinks the quiet teacher might give him a reason to stay. Now he just has to convince Adam to take a chance on a bigger future than either of them could have planned.
The Pick Up
The Hook Up
Kyle is a mild-mannered personal assistant who just wants this night to be over. After too many crises, including missing ice sculptures and temperamental artists, it’s time to pack up and go home.
Olivia has other ideas. The geeky assistant who can’t stop talking just insulted her work, and she’s going to make him sorry he did.
Olivia’s plan for revenge by soy turns into an all-night party that starts with karaoke and ends in a fist fight.
For fans of The Pick Up, The Hook Up tells the story of the night Kyle met Olivia. It was supposed to be one night, but it would change Kyle’s life forever.
The Hook Up is available for free download on Instrafreebie!
The Hook Up
Allison Temple has been a writer since the second grade, when she wrote a short story about a girl and her horse. Her grandmother typed it out for her and said she’s never seen so many quotation marks from a seven-year-old before. Allison took that as a challenge and has gone on to try to break her previous record in all her subsequent works.
Allison lives in Toronto with her very patient husband and the world’s neediest cat. She splits her free time between writing, community theater stage management, and traveling anywhere that has good wine. Tragically, this leaves no time to clean her house.